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Matched

- Jujutsu Kaisen

Hiromi Higuruma x Reader

Oneshot | 18+ | Tinder

Word count 9.4k

Summary: His coworkers made him download the app. You swiped right because he was handsome. Higuruma swiped right because he figured there was no way you’d actually match with him. 𓂃۶ৎ

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The office was unusually loud for a Friday afternoon. “Absolutely not.” Higuruma didn’t even bother looking up from the stack of case files on his desk. “You haven’t even heard the idea,” one of his coworkers sighed. “I don’t need to.” “You do.” “I don’t.” Another attorney leaned against the doorway, coffee in hand. “Come on, Higuruma. You’re thirty-six.” He adjusted his glasses, highlighting a sentence with slow precision. “…I’m aware.” “You work.” “Mhm.” “You go home.” “Correct.” “You hike.” “When I have time.” “You spend time with your cat.”

A pause. “…Correct.” “And then you come back here.” He finally looked up. “I fail to see your point.” “Our point,” another coworker chimed in, “is that you’re going to accidentally retire before you meet someone.” A few quiet laughs echoed through the office. Higuruma sighed. “I don’t have time for dating.” “You don’t have time because every waking hour belongs to your clients.” “They need representation.” “So do you.” He frowned. “What?” “Representation.” His coworker grinned.

“On Tinder.” “No.” “Bumble?” “No.” “Hinge?” “No.” “Anything?” “No.” Someone dramatically placed a phone onto his desk. “Download one.” “I’m not doing that.” “You don’t even have to use it.” “That defeats the purpose.” “Exactly! Just download it.” He pinched the bridge of his large nose nose. “You all are remarkably persistent.” “We’ve had months of practice.” Another attorney leaned over his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Higuruma.” “…Thank you?” “But you’re painfully single.” The room erupted in laughter. He stared at all of them with the same tired expression he’d used on difficult witnesses. “You’ve finished?” “No.” “Please.” “Just make a profile.” “…” “It’ll take five minutes.”“…” “If nothing happens, we’ll never bring it up again.”

He looked around the room. Every single one of them was watching him expectantly. He let out a long, defeated exhale. “…Fine.” A chorus of cheers immediately followed. “Yes!” “I knew he’d cave.” “This is going to be incredible.” “It isn’t.” “It absolutely is.” ~~ Twenty minutes later, he sat alone in his office, staring at the app on his phone. He almost deleted it. Instead, he reluctantly began filling in the blanks. Photos. He didn’t have many of himself. His camera roll was mostly documents, screenshots of legal articles, and pictures of his cat sleeping in increasingly inconvenient places.

Eventually, he settled on a few. One taken by a coworker during a weekend hike, standing near the overlook with the morning sun just beginning to rise. Another sitting on a fallen log halfway through a trail, thermos balanced beside him. One where his gray cat was curled up across his lap while he read on the couch. The cat looked directly at the camera. He didn’t. The final photo was simple. Just him sitting in the corner of a quiet coffee shop, a ceramic mug in one hand and a book resting open on the table. No posed smiles.

No expensive suits. Just… Him. The profile asked about his interests. He selected a few without much thought.

☕ Coffee.

🥾 Hiking.

📚 Reading.

🐈 Cats.

It still felt strangely empty. Then came the bio. His thumb hovered over the keyboard. He wasn’t good at talking about himself. After deleting half a dozen attempts, he settled on the only thing that felt honest. Attorney, 36. Looking for something serious… too old to just have fun… ha. He stared at it. It wasn’t clever. It wasn’t particularly funny. It was simply true. With another sigh, he pressed Save. His profile appeared on the screen. It wasn’t flashy. There were no exotic vacations. No luxury cars. No shirtless gym pictures. No carefully crafted one-liners.

Just warm coffee. Quiet hiking trails. A sleepy cat. A man in his mid-thirties who had spent so much of his life fighting for everyone else that he’d almost forgotten what it was like to hope for something of his own. “…That’ll do,” he murmured to himself. He locked his phone and reached for another case file. The dating app could wait. Or so he thought.

✩࿐࿔

The soft buzz of conversation filled the makeup studio. A curling iron hissed somewhere behind you while brushes swept gently across your cheeks. The large vanity mirror reflected the organized chaos around you, stylists walking back and forth, racks of neatly pressed clothes, skincare products lined up for today’s campaign. It wasn’t anything glamorous. Just another local skincare advertisement. You’d been modeling for a few years now. Mostly makeup campaigns, skincare brands, the occasional clothing shoot. Nothing extravagant. Most jobs stayed within your state, which you honestly preferred.

The work was simple. Show up. Smile. Go home. Your makeup artist stepped away for a moment. “We’ve got another fifteen minutes,” she said. “Don’t move.” You laughed softly. “I’ll try.” With nothing else to do, you picked up your phone and reopened Tinder. “…Let’s see.” Swipe left. A shirtless mirror selfie. Left. A bio that read ‘Probably funnier than your ex.’ Left. A man posing with three different sports cars. “…No.” Left. Another profile. “Not looking for anything serious.” Left. You sighed. “Why is everyone so…” “Douchey?” your makeup artist offered while blending foundation onto your jaw.

You laughed. “Exactly.” She chuckled. “I’ve seen enough of your reactions to know.” Another swipe. Another man holding a fish. “…No.” Left. Then… A different profile appeared. You stopped. A quiet-looking man in a charcoal sweater stood overlooking a hiking trail at sunrise. Next photo. He sat on a fallen log with a thermos beside him, looking more interested in the scenery than the camera. Another. A gray cat sprawled across his lap while he read a book. The cat stared directly into the camera.

You smiled without realizing it. “…Aww.” Your makeup artist glanced at your phone. “What?” “I think I found someone…” She leaned over your shoulder. “Oh.” Another picture appeared. He sat alone in a small coffee shop, one hand wrapped around a ceramic mug, an open book resting on the table. No flashy poses. No expensive watches. No gym selfies. Just… Coffee. Books. Nature. Cats. You tapped his bio. Attorney, 36. Looking for something serious… too old to just have fun… ha. A quiet laugh escaped your lips.

“Oh my God…” “What?” your makeup artist asked. “Read his bio.” She did. A grin immediately spread across her face. “Aww.” She looked back at his pictures. “He is cute.” You nodded absentmindedly, still looking at his profile. “He seems…” “Genuine?” “Yeah.” She laughed. “Girl… total dilf.” You covered your smile with the back of your hand. “I wasn’t going to say it.” “I was.” You shook your head, still scrolling through the rest of his profile. There wasn’t much there. No attempt to impress anyone. No rehearsed charm. Just enough to tell you who he was.

Somehow… That made you like him even more. “He’s so cute…” you murmured. Your thumb hovered over the screen for only a second before swiping right. The profile disappeared. You smiled to yourself and locked your phone. “Back to work,” your makeup artist said, gently turning your chin toward the light. “Mhm.” You smiled to yourself. Hoping maybe he’d match with you. You didn’t want just a hook up, you actually wanted a relationship. Dating was always hard for you, most men just used you or cheated. So you resorted in a stupid dating app. Most dates never even finished, leaving before the bill ever arrived. Though this attorney really caught your eye. You thought about his handsome eyes while you posed for each photo.

✩࿐࿔

By the time Higuruma arrived home, the sky had long since darkened. He slipped off his shoes at the door, his gray cat immediately weaving around his ankles in greeting. “…Hello.” He bent down to scratch behind its ears before hanging his jacket on the coat rack. The apartment was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft padding of paws following him into the kitchen. After making himself a cup of tea, he sank onto the couch. His phone buzzed. A Tinder notification. He almost ignored it. Instead, he opened the app. Someone liked you. “…Hm.” He tapped the notification. Your profile filled the screen. His eyebrows lifted. “…Oh?”

For a second, he simply stared. You were… Beautiful. The first photo looked professionally taken, sunlight catching your smile as you advertised a skincare brand. Another showed you laughing during what looked like a makeup campaign, your hair tucked behind one ear. He blinked. “Oh…” He swiped again. This one wasn’t professional at all. You stood barefoot on a beach between two friends, wind whipping your hair across your face. One of your friends was laughing so hard she was practically falling over while you looked at her with the brightest smile.

He found himself smiling too. Another swipe. A café. Another. You in an oversized hoodie, holding an iced coffee. Then another campaign photo. He quietly exhaled through his nose. “…Wow.” You were striking. Not because every picture looked perfect.. Though, admittedly, they did. It was because they didn’t feel rehearsed. The professional photos explained themselves easily enough. You were clearly a model, appearing in makeup and skincare campaigns. But the rest… The beach. Coffee. Friends. A candid selfie where you were laughing before the camera could focus.

Those were the pictures he lingered on. He glanced back at the top of your profile. 25. “…” Eleven years. His expression tightened ever so slightly. Surely not. He continued reading anyway. Your bio was short. Hi! Not looking for just a hookup. I want someone genuine. A quiet chuckle escaped him before he could stop it. “…Well.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m… pretty genuine.” His cat looked up at him from the arm of the couch. “No?” The cat blinked slowly. “I’ll take that as agreement.” His thumb hovered over the screen. You looked like someone who could have matched with anyone.

Someone younger. Someone more exciting. Someone who wasn’t an overworked attorney whose idea of a good weekend was a hiking trail and a quiet coffee shop. He almost swiped left. Almost. “…She’ll probably never see it anyway.” With a small shrug, he swiped right. The screen immediately burst into bright colors. It’s a Match! He froze. His thumb remained suspended over the screen. “…What?” He stared at the notification as though it might disappear if he blinked.

Then he looked back at your profile. Then the match notification. Then back again. “…That…” A disbelieving laugh escaped him. “…That can’t be right.” He closed the app. Opened it again. The match was still there. His heart gave an unfamiliar thump against his ribs. “…She must’ve swiped by accident.” It was the only explanation that made sense. Still… He couldn’t stop the small smile that lingered on his face as he set his phone down on the coffee table. For the first time in a long while… He found himself hoping he was wrong.

✩࿐࿔

Warm vanilla-scented bubbles reached just below your shoulders as you sank deeper into the bath. A pint of cookie dough ice cream rested on the wooden bath tray beside a lit candle, your favorite show playing quietly on your iPad across the room. It had been a long day. The photoshoot had gone well. Your skin still smelled faintly of expensive moisturizer, and despite washing your face the glitter from today’s makeup somehow refused to disappear completely. You scooped another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth before your phone buzzed on the edge of the tub.

Tinder. Your heart skipped. You quickly dried your fingers on a towel before picking it up. It’s a Match! A smile spread across your face. “He matched…” You couldn’t help but grin. Opening the app, you found yourself looking through his profile again. The hiking pictures. His cat. The little coffee shop photo. You laughed quietly as you reread his bio. “He’s adorable.” You locked your phone and set it back down. He’d probably message first. …Right? You ate another spoonful of ice cream.

Five minutes passed. Nothing. You watched half an episode of your show from your MacBook. Still nothing. You checked your phone again. No message. You frowned to yourself. “…Maybe he’s shy.” Or maybe he was busy. Or maybe he was trying to think of something interesting to say. You smiled. You’d rather not play games. If you wanted to talk to someone, why wait? Plus, he was older, don’t older men like bolder women? You laughed, unlocking your phone, you opened the chat, and stared at the blinking cursor for a few seconds. No pickup line. No cheesy joke. Just something simple. You typed.

۶ৎ So… are all attorneys this handsome, or did I just get lucky?

You stared at it for a second, smiling to yourself. “So stupid” you said with a laugh. Before you could second-guess yourself, you tapped Send. The message appeared beneath your match. You set your phone back on the bath tray with a quiet laugh, sinking deeper into the warm water. “Your move, counselor.” ~~ Nearly three minutes passed. You’d almost convinced yourself he’d fallen asleep with his phone in his hand when it buzzed against the bath tray. A smile immediately found your lips.

۶ৎ I spent longer than I’d like to admit trying to determine if that message was actually meant for me.

You laughed softly. “…Oh, he’s adorable.” Another bubble appeared.

۶ৎ I’m afraid I don’t know if all attorneys are handsome. I haven’t made a habit of looking at them. As for whether you got lucky… I’d like to think you did… though I’m not entirely convinced you weren’t aiming that compliment at someone else.

Your heart melted. There it was. That quiet insecurity. He genuinely didn’t believe someone like you would flirt with him. You smiled to yourself, rereading the messages. They weren’t smooth. They weren’t rehearsed. If anything, they were a little awkward. But somehow… That made them infinitely more charming than any perfectly crafted pickup line you’d ever received. You rested your chin on your knees, phone in hand, unable to stop smiling. “…He’s definitely not used to this.” And for some reason… You liked him even more because of it. You bit your lip, rereading his last message. A soft laugh escaped you. “…You’re impossible.” Your thumbs moved across the screen before you could overthink it.

۶ৎ Trust me, counselor… I definitely meant it for you.

You paused. Then added one more line.

۶ৎ Kind eyes, good coffee taste, a cat dad… and handsome? That’s a pretty unfair combination.

You hit Send. It barely took a minute before your phone buzzed.

۶ৎ You’re very kind. Although I suspect your standards may be lower than they should be.

You laughed, shaking your head.

۶ৎ Or maybe yours are.

The typing bubble appeared almost instantly. It disappeared. Came back.

۶ৎ I’ve been told I can be rather hard on myself.

You smiled.

۶ৎ I know. I can tell.

There was a brief pause before another message arrived.

۶ৎ That obvious?

۶ৎ A little. Lucky for you, I don’t mind reminding you when you’re wrong.

You could almost imagine him rubbing the back of his neck, smiling to himself. The conversation became easier after that. He asked how your modeling career was. You admitted you modeled mostly for makeup and skincare campaigns around the area and that it sounded much more glamorous than it actually was. He told you about a case he’d finally wrapped up that afternoon, careful not to share details, but relieved it was over. You discovered you both loved quiet coffee shops more than crowded bars. You learned his cat had a habit of stealing his spot on the couch every evening.

He admitted he hiked mostly because it helped clear his head. You confessed you drove to the beach whenever life became overwhelming. Neither of you realized nearly two hours had slipped by. You were already in bed, smiling while texting him. Your phone buzzed again.

۶ৎ I hate to interrupt this conversation… but I should probably get some sleep.

You frowned playfully.

۶ৎ Already?

His reply came a few seconds later.

۶ৎ I’m afraid so. Early morning. I’ve discovered I’m no longer at an age where I can function on three hours of sleep.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You glanced at the time. 9:30 p.m. “He’s such a dad,” you murmured with a grin. Your phone buzzed one last time.

۶ৎ I genuinely enjoyed talking with you tonight. Thank you… for messaging first.

You stared at the screen for a moment, your smile growing softer. Somehow… That simple sentence made your heart flutter more than any pickup line ever had.

✩࿐࿔

Sunlight poured through your bedroom curtains as you stretched beneath the blankets. Still half asleep, you reached for your phone on the nightstand. Without thinking too much about it, you opened Tinder. A small smile tugged at your lips.

۶ৎ Good morning. ☀️ I hope you have a good day at work.

You pressed send, rolled onto your back, and set your phone aside. If he answered, great. If not… you knew he was probably working. ~~ By the time Higuruma noticed your message, the courthouse had already swallowed most of his day. He’d spent the morning reviewing evidence, meeting with clients, and standing before a judge. It wasn’t until he finally sat alone in his office to eat the sandwich he’d forgotten about that he checked his phone. Your message waited for him.

His expression softened. He glanced at the clock. 12:47 p.m. “…I’m late.” He quickly typed back.

۶ৎ Good afternoon. I’m sorry for the delayed reply. Court ran longer than expected. I hope your morning has been going well.

He reread it once before setting his phone down again. Work came first. It always did. ~~ You didn’t see his reply until nearly five. The photoshoot had run over schedule, followed by meetings with a skincare brand about another campaign. The second you walked through your apartment door, heels abandoned by the entrance and hair finally pulled into a loose clip, you collapsed onto your couch with an exhausted sigh. Your phone buzzed. His message. You smiled immediately.

۶ৎ You don’t have to apologize. I figured you were saving the day in court.

His reply came only a minute later.

۶ৎ Saving the day may be giving me more credit than I deserve.

۶ৎ Too humble.

۶ৎ Realistic.

You laughed. The conversation picked up almost immediately. This time, neither of you had anywhere to be. He asked how your shoot had gone. Not “How was work?” Instead, “Did today’s campaign turn out the way you’d hoped?” You smiled. He always asked questions so… carefully. Like every answer mattered. You told him about spending six hours pretending to enjoy applying moisturizer under bright studio lights. He asked if that became exhausting. You admitted it did. He asked what your favorite part of modeling actually was. You thought for a moment before answering. “Honestly? Meeting different people.” Every shoot has someone interesting. His reply appeared.

۶ৎ That’s a good answer.

You laughed. “So serious…” The conversation drifted effortlessly from work to favorite hiking trails, books, and childhood memories. Whenever you teased him, he never seemed to realize it at first. If you joked, “So, counselor… is this your cross-examination?” He’d genuinely answer, “No. I simply enjoy learning about people.” You covered your face with a pillow, laughing. “…He’s so cute.” He wasn’t trying to be charming. That was the charming part. Nearly an hour disappeared before you glanced at the top of the chat. “We’ve been talking on Tinder this whole time.” You shook your head. Your thumbs moved before you could overthink it.

۶ৎ We should probably graduate from Tinder messages. Here’s my number. Text me whenever. 😊

You hit send. On the other side of town, Higuruma stared at the screen for several quiet seconds. A faint smile appeared on his face. It wasn’t a grand gesture. Just ten digits. Yet somehow… Receiving your number felt far more significant than matching with you ever had. Carefully, as though it were something precious, he copied it into his contacts. Y/n. He looked at the name for a moment before locking his phone. “…I should text her.” He immediately frowned to himself. “…What does one even say after receiving someone’s number?” His cat meowed from the couch. Higuruma sighed.

That night… Your phone stayed silent. You checked it once while brushing your teeth. Nothing. Again after climbing into bed. Still nothing. You frowned at the screen for a moment before locking it. “…Maybe he fell asleep.” Or maybe he was busy. You shrugged to yourself. If there was one thing you’d already learned about Higuruma, it was that he wasn’t the type to constantly be on his phone. He’d text when he texted. With that thought, you rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

✩࿐࿔

The next morning wasn’t much different. You made breakfast. Answered a few emails. Stopped for coffee before heading to another campaign shoot. By lunchtime, you’d almost forgotten you’d even given him your number. Your phone vibrated against the makeup counter. Your brows knit together. “…Who…” You opened the message. An image slowly filled the screen. A man in a dark charcoal suit stood in what looked like an empty courthouse hallway, one hand holding a paper cup of coffee. The photo wasn’t centered very well. His expensive watch caught the overhead lights, the sleeve of his tailored jacket pulled back just enough to reveal it. The polished leather shoes at the bottom of the frame looked freshly shined.

Even from the awkward angle, you couldn’t help noticing how big his feet were… and how ridiculously large his hands were wrapped around the coffee cup. A second message arrived.

۶ৎ Long day. How are you?

You stared at the messages for a second before smiling to yourself. “…He sent a picture.” Not a selfie. Not some carefully posed mirror photo. Just… Coffee. Exactly the kind of picture Higuruma would send. He’d probably spent ten minutes deciding whether it was strange to text you first. Then another five deciding if sending a picture was too much. Only to settle on the least complicated option he could think of. You laughed quietly, saving his number into your contacts. “…You’re so awkward.” For some reason… You found it incredibly endearing.

The rest of the afternoon passed with a few scattered texts between the two of you. Nothing dramatic. He sent a picture of the rain outside the courthouse window. You replied with a photo of the catering table on set, joking that the tiny sandwiches somehow tasted better when they were free. He responded with, “I suspect free food has a psychological effect.” You smiled. He texted like such a robot. You thought it was adorable.

By the time you left the studio, the sun was beginning its slow descent. You tossed your bag into the passenger seat and settled behind the wheel. 5:32 p.m. You glanced at your phone. A thought crossed your mind. You hesitated. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe he wasn’t the type. Before you could lose your nerve, you tapped his contact. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Your heart started to beat a little faster. Then—

“…Hello?” You smiled immediately. His voice was even deeper than you’d imagined. Low. A little raspy. The kind of voice that sounded like he’d spent all day speaking in court.“Hi,” you said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I just thought maybe I’d call. I got done with my shoot a little while ago.” On the other end of the line, Higuruma’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected… This. Your voice was gentle. Bright. There was an easy warmth to it that somehow translated perfectly through a phone speaker.

Without realizing it, he straightened in his office chair. One hand instinctively adjusted the knot of his tie before smoothing the front of his jacket. “…I see.” He cleared his throat. “How did it go?” “It went really well, actually.” You leaned back in your seat, smiling as you told him about the campaign. One of the models had accidentally sneezed during a lipstick commercial, sending everyone into a laughing fit. The photographer had spent fifteen minutes trying to stop everyone from laughing. By the time you finished, you could hear a quiet chuckle on the other end.

“I’m glad it was a good day,” he said. “What about yours?”There was the soft sound of papers shifting. A pen clicked.“I’m actually still at work.” He let out a tired sigh. “Stuck in stacks of paperwork.” You winced. “Oh… I’m sorry.” You glanced toward the a building in the distance, picturing him alone in his office. “I can let you go-” “Not needed.” His answer came so quickly that it surprised even him. His voice softened. “I can work and speak to you just fine.” For a moment, neither of you said anything. A comfortable silence settled between you.

Then you smiled. “…You know…” “Hm?” “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.” Another quiet pause. Higuruma couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face as he reached for the next file. “So was I,” he admitted. It came out so naturally that he didn’t even realize he’d said it aloud until a second later. His pen stopped moving. “…I apologize.” You laughed, the sound light and effortless through the speaker. “For what?” “I seem to be… unusually honest when speaking with you.” Your smile only grew.

“I’ve noticed.” “…Is that a bad thing?” “No,” you said softly. “I think it’s my favorite thing about you so far.” For perhaps the first time that entire day… The mountain of paperwork on Higuruma’s desk didn’t seem nearly as overwhelming. The conversation never really stopped. It drifted naturally from one topic to another as Higuruma worked through the final stack of paperwork on his desk. You stayed on speaker, the occasional shuffle of papers on his end mixing with the sounds of your drive home. “I’m home,” you announced as your front door clicked shut. “I could tell.”

You laughed. “How?” “I heard your keys.” “…Attorney ears?” “A great deal of witness testimony.” You smiled, setting your phone against the utensil holder on the kitchen counter.“Stay with me while I cook?” His answer was immediate. “Of course.” The sound of cabinet doors opening echoed through the speaker. You frowned into your pantry. “Where did I put…” A moment later came the clatter of something hitting the floor. “Oh, come on.” Higuruma smiled to himself, reading another paragraph before turning the page.“What happened?” “I dropped the pepper.” A sigh.

“…And now it’s rolled under the refrigerator.” He couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped him. “You’re laughing at me.” “I’m smiling.” “That’s basically the same thing.” “It isn’t.” “It is.” He shook his head, the smile refusing to leave his face. A minute later you opened the refrigerator.“Hmm…” “What are you cooking?” he asked. You began pulling ingredients onto the counter. “Definitely steak…” You paused, rummaging through the vegetable drawer. “Ooh, maybe some asparagus…” A few more seconds passed. “…Do I have…” The crinkling of a produce bag. “Yes!” He smiled.

“Steak, asparagus, and mashed potatoes.” Higuruma stopped reading. “…You’re making all of that?” “Mhm.” “You know how to cook?” You blinked. “…Yeah?” There was a brief silence. “I’ve cooked since I was a teenager.” He leaned back in his chair, genuinely surprised. “I… wasn’t expecting that.” You laughed while seasoning the steaks. “What were you expecting?” “I don’t know.” He thought for a moment. “I suppose I assumed someone who models for a living…” He searched carefully for the right words. “…wouldn’t necessarily enjoy cooking.” “Oh, I love it.” You smiled to yourself. “It’s relaxing.” “I usually cook almost every night unless I’m completely exhausted.”

“You’d be disappointed if you came over and found frozen dinners.” He laughed quietly. “I don’t think I’d be disappointed.” “No?” “No.” “You’d probably eat them anyway.” “…That’s true.” You grinned. “I knew it.” His fingers rested against the edge of the case file, but he’d stopped reading altogether. He found himself picturing your kitchen. You in one of his own oversized T-shirts, moving from the stove to the counter, humming quietly to yourself while dinner cooked. The image settled warmly in his mind. A beautiful woman. Kind. Funny. He let out a slow breath.

This is becoming dangerous. Every conversation left him more convinced that you were far too wonderful to be interested in someone like him. “…You really are…” he murmured before catching himself. “Hm?” you asked over the gentle sizzle of the steak. He smiled to himself and shook his head. “…Nothing.” You narrowed your eyes suspiciously despite him being unable to see you. “No, counselor.” You flipped the steak. “You started that sentence.” A sheepish laugh escaped him. “I was only going to say…” He hesitated, suddenly feeling oddly self-conscious. “…You’re beginning to seem too good to be true.” The kitchen grew quiet for just a moment.

Then you smiled so brightly he could hear it in your voice.“I’m starting to suspect the same thing about you.” The line fell quiet. Not uncomfortable. Just… full. Higuruma found himself absentmindedly chewing on the end of his pen as he stared at the final page of paperwork in front of him. Your words lingered in his mind. His heart gave an unfamiliar thump. He’d dated before. Gone to dinners. Shared conversations. But this… This nervousness felt strangely new. His eyes drifted toward the clock in the corner of his monitor. Friday. He didn’t have court after four. He could leave on time. …If he planned ahead. His pen tapped against the desk once.

Twice. Before he realized what he was doing, he’d already made up his mind. “…May I ask you something?” “Of course.” He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to say yes.”Your smile widened. “Okay…” He adjusted his tie despite being completely alone. “I was wondering…” Another pause.“…If you might like to have dinner with me.” Your heart skipped. He continued before you could answer. “On Friday. I should be finished with work around four.” “I know it’s rather short notice, so if you’re busy-” “I’d love to.” The words came out so quickly they interrupted him.

He blinked. “…You would?” “Absolutely.” You couldn’t stop smiling. “I was actually hoping you’d ask.” A quiet laugh escaped him, softer than you’d heard before. “I’m relieved.”“You were nervous?” “…Very” “Really?” “I’ve spent the last two minutes attempting to phrase that sentence properly.”You laughed, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I think you did just fine.” He smiled to himself, a faint warmth spreading across his face. “I’ll make the reservation tomorrow.” “You already have somewhere in mind?” “I know a small Italian restaurant.” He hesitated. “It’s quiet.”

“The food is very good.” “And…” Another awkward pause. “…I thought it might be easier to talk somewhere that isn’t too crowded.” Your chest tightened. He’d thought about that. Not somewhere expensive to impress you. Not somewhere trendy. Somewhere comfortable. Somewhere the two of you could actually get to know each other. “I’d like that,” you said softly. “So would I.” Another comfortable silence settled between you. Neither of you seemed in a hurry to hang up anymore. Somehow… Friday suddenly felt very far away.

✩࿐࿔

Friday arrived far more quickly than either of you expected. After a week of texts, phone calls, and late-night conversations that somehow always lasted longer than intended… It was finally time. You stood in front of your bedroom mirror one last time, smoothing your hands over the little black dress you’d picked out days earlier. It wasn’t elegant. It was simple. The hem fell just above your knees, paired with a pair of modest black heels and delicate jewelry. Just enough makeup to accentuate your features.

Nothing too dramatic. You smiled at your reflection. “Okay.” A few minutes later, you sent him your address. His reply came almost immediately. “I’ll be there shortly. ~~ Outside, the low purr of an engine echoed through the quiet neighborhood. You peeked through the window. A dark gray Audi rolled smoothly to the curb before coming to a stop in front of your townhouse. Your stomach fluttered. Taking one last steadying breath, you grabbed your purse and stepped outside.

The driver’s door opened almost immediately. Higuruma climbed out. For a moment… Neither of you moved. He was wearing a perfectly tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt beneath it, the jacket fitting broad shoulders that seemed even more imposing in person. His tie was neatly knotted, his polished shoes catching the glow of the porch lights. He was tall.

Much taller than you’d imagined. His nose caught the fading evening light, somehow making the otherwise reserved attorney look effortlessly handsome. You forgot how to breathe for a second. Oh… He’s gorgeous. At the same time, Higuruma looked up from straightening the cuff of his sleeve. And saw you. His thoughts stopped. The photographs on your profile hadn’t done you justice. Not even close. You looked… Radiant.

The black dress suited you perfectly, your hair framing your face as the warm evening breeze gently stirred a few loose strands. You smiled. His heart lurched. He’d represented clients before juries without breaking a sweat. Now, standing on your walkway… He suddenly couldn’t remember what he’d planned to say. He slowly walked around the front of the car. You met him halfway. For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. You simply looked at one another. Then your eyes dropped to the slightly crooked knot of his tie. A tiny smile tugged at your lips.

He looked down, momentarily confused. You stepped a little closer. Close enough to catch the subtle scent of cedarwood and clean cologne. Raising both hands, you gently straightened his tie. Your fingertips brushed the fabric near his collar. “There,” you said quietly. “Better.” A soft, breathy laugh escaped him. “I spent longer tying that than I’d care to admit.” “I can tell.” You both laughed. The last traces of nervousness seemed to melt away. You lowered your hands.

“It’s… really nice to finally meet you.” His expression softened. “It is.” Without thinking too much about it, he reached for your hand. His fingers were warm as they gently enclosed yours. Bringing it up carefully, he pressed a light kiss to your knuckles before meeting your eyes again. “Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice as warm as it had sounded over every late-night phone call. Your cheeks flushed. “…Nice to meet you too.” For a brief moment, neither of you let go.

The drive across town was… peaceful. The radio played softly in the background, low enough that neither of you felt the need to compete with it. Every so often one of you would say something. A comment about the weather. A joke about the traffic. You caught him glancing at you once when he thought you were looking out the window. When your eyes met, he immediately looked back at the road. A small smile tugged at your lips. He’s nervous. You decided not to fill every silence. With Higuruma, the quiet never felt awkward. It felt… comfortable. Like neither of you needed to perform for the other.

A few minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of a small Italian restaurant tucked away beneath strings of warm patio lights. Just like he’d promised. Quiet. He eased the Audi into a parallel parking space with practiced precision before shifting it into park. For a moment, neither of you reached for the door. Then, as you started to unbuckle your seatbelt, you felt the gentle weight of his hand rest lightly against your thigh. His hand gently squeezed your skin. Just enough to stop you for a second.

“Let me get your door,” he said, almost absentmindedly. His deep voice was calm, though you could hear the hint of nervousness beneath it. You froze. “…Oh.” Before you could answer, he’d already withdrawn his hand. “I’ll be right back.” He stepped out of the car, closing the driver’s door behind him. You stared at the spot on your thigh where his hand had rested only seconds earlier. The palm of his hand completely covering your leg. Your heart was beating much faster than it had any right to. “…Get it together,” you whispered to yourself with a shy smile. A moment later, your door opened. Higuruma stood there, one hand resting on the edge of the door.

He offered you his other hand. You accepted it. His grip was warm and steady as he helped you out of the car. Standing beside him now, you realized he’d somehow seemed tall over the phone… But in person, he was towering. You had to tilt your head to meet his eyes. The tailored suit fit him perfectly, broad shoulders filling the jacket effortlessly. He looked… Incredibly handsome. He smiled softly as he looked at you. “You look beautiful.” The compliment was simple. Sincere. It made your cheeks warm instantly. A faint flush reached the tips of his ears. “Thank you.” For a heartbeat, the two of you simply stood there, smiling.

Then, without thinking, you reached up toward his collar. “…May I?” He blinked. “Of course.” Your fingers found the knot of his tie. It had shifted ever so slightly during the drive. “There…” You straightened it carefully, smoothing the fabric with your fingertips. Feeling his chest underneath the fabric. “…Perfect.” A quiet laugh escaped him. “I seem to have a habit of needing you to fix my tie.” “I don’t mind.”Your hands lingered for just a second before dropping back to your sides. He looked down at you with a warmth that hadn’t been there when he’d first arrived.

“It’s nice to finally be here with you,” he said. You smiled. “I was thinking the same thing.” Without another word, he gently offered you his arm. You slipped your hand through it, and together, the two of you walked toward the softly lit restaurant. Dinner turned out even better than either of you had imagined. The restaurant was exactly as Higuruma had described, small, warmly lit, and quiet enough that your conversation never had to compete with the room around you.

A glass of red wine sat beside each of you. Neither of you drank much. Just enough to leave a pleasant warmth lingering. You noticed Higuruma took slow, measured sips, setting his glass down in almost the exact same spot every time. “You organize your French fries before you eat them too, don’t you?” you teased. He looked down shyly. “…Sometimes.” You laughed so hard you had to cover your mouth. “I knew it.” “I’m beginning to think you’re making fun of me.” “A little.” “I suspected as much.” Despite his words, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The conversation drifted effortlessly. The hiking trail he’d been meaning to revisit before autumn. The first skincare campaign you’d ever booked and how convinced you were that you’d ruin it. Every time he listened, he gave you his full attention. He never interrupted. Never checked his phone. Never glanced around the room. It was as though, for those two hours… You were the only person who existed. You found yourself studying him while he spoke. His voice was low and steady. The soft shadows cast by the candlelight made his features gentler somehow. His tired eyes… There was something about them.

Kind. Thoughtful. A little sleepy after a long week. Your heart fluttered. He’s so handsome… Without entirely thinking about it, you shifted beneath the table. The tip of your heel brushed lightly against his ankle. His sentence faltered for only the briefest moment. His eyes flicked downward. Then slowly back to yours. You let your foot linger for a heartbeat before tracing it lightly along the outside of his pant leg. His expression changed almost imperceptibly. His shoulders straightened. A faint flush colored the tops of his ears.

You smiled into your wineglass, pretending nothing had happened as you took another small sip. Across from you, Higuruma cleared his throat. “…You’re…” He stopped. You tilted your head. “Hm?” Another quiet pause. A soft, almost embarrassed laugh escaped him. “…You’re making it rather difficult to concentrate.” Your smile widened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I believe you do.” There was no accusation in his voice. Only quiet amusement.

He reached for his wine, taking a slow sip before setting the glass back down with careful precision. When he looked at you again, there was something different in his expression. Still gentle. Still unmistakably Higuruma. But warmer now. A little less guarded. “You have a beautiful smile,” he said simply. The teasing left your face all at once. “…Thank you.”He smiled into his glass. “I’ve been trying not to stare at it all evening.” Your cheeks warmed. “You’ve been failing.” “Have I?” “A little.” For the first time that night, Higuruma laughed, a genuine, unguarded laugh that drew a smile from a nearby couple.

He shook his head. “I suppose I have.” Neither of you noticed how long you’d been sitting there. Not once had the conversation run dry. Not once had either of you reached for your phone. It felt less like a first date…and more like picking up a conversation that had been waiting years to happen. You both ordered dinner and it came looking like a 5 star meal. Higuruma had been halfway through explaining a case from years ago, when you felt another playful impulse. Beneath the table, you slowly brushed your foot against his trouser leg, this time on the inside.. Just enough to get his attention. His voice stopped.

Mid-sentence. His eyes dropped beneath the table before lifting back to yours. “…” You blinked innocently. “What?” He held your gaze for a long second. “You know exactly what.” You tilted your head, a tiny smile tugging at your lips.“I don’t think I do.” “Hm.” He wasn’t convinced for a second. Your foot traced up higher, up his thigh your leg stretched. You were about to push your foot into his groin. His hand quickly came to your ankle. He pulled you in slightly, your chair make a small squeak against the floor, now an inch closer to the table. Neither of you looked away from eachother. Your mouth parted and you smiled playfully. His eyes softened just a bit, and a small smirk appeared on his face. He let go of your ankle, you brought your foot back down.

“You win” you said softly, he hummed in response. Taking a small sip of his wine. You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin in your hand. “Keep talking.” He met your eyes again. There was a warmth in them now that hadn’t been there when the evening began. He shook his head with a quiet chuckle. “I underestimated you.” “Oh?” “I expected you to be charming.” “And?” “I didn’t expect you to be… mischievous.” You laughed, unable to hide it anymore. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “It was meant as one.” For a moment he simply looked at you, smiling to himself. Then, with the composure that had served him through countless courtrooms, he picked up the thread of his story exactly where he’d left off.

“…As I was saying…”

You listened attentively this time, though the small smile on his face never quite disappeared, and every so often, you caught him looking at you with an expression that made it clear he hadn’t forgotten your little distraction. By the time the waiter returned, neither of you had room for another full course. “Dessert?” he asked. You looked across the table. Higuruma looked back. You both spoke at the same time. “The vanilla mousse.” You blinked. Then laughed. “So… we agree?” He smiled. “It would seem so.” “One to share?” the waiter asked. Higuruma glanced toward you. “If that’s alright with you.” “It is.” A few minutes later, the dessert was placed between the two of you.

A smooth vanilla mousse topped with whipped cream, chocolate shavings…and a single bright red cherry. Your eyes lit up. “Mm… I love cherries.” Higuruma looked from you to the dessert. Without saying a word, he reached for the stem. He carefully lifted the cherry free and held it across the table. “For you.” You looked at him, surprised. Then, your eyes became a bit sharper. Leaning forward, you accepted it directly from his fingers.

The cherry was sweet, the juice bursting across your tongue as you pulled back into your seat. You chewed thoughtfully before your fingers caught the stem. An amused little idea crossed your mind. Higuruma watched as you placed the stem between your lips. His brows drew together. “…What are you doing?” You didn’t answer. Instead, you held your gaze. A few seconds passed. Then you pinched the stem between your fingers and pulled it back out. A neat little knot sat tied in the middle. You held it up triumphantly.“There.” Higuruma blinked.

He looked at the stem. Then at you. Then back at the stem again. “…How?” You laughed. “I learned years ago.” “I wasn’t aware that was possible.” “It takes practice.” He held out his hand. “…May I?” You placed the tiny knotted stem in his palm. He turned it over between his fingers with genuine curiosity, inspecting it as though it were a piece of evidence.“…Remarkable.” You rested your chin in your hand, smiling. “You’re looking at it like it’s a legal document.” “I’m trying to determine if you’ve performed some sort of sleight of hand.” “I promise I didn’t.” “Hm.” He looked unconvinced. “I’ll admit…” A quiet smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “…You’ve surprised me several times tonight.” “And that’s a good thing?” “It is.”

He met your eyes again, warmth softening his features. “I’ve had a very nice evening.” “So have I.” Neither of you reached for the first spoonful of dessert right away. For a moment, the vanilla mousse sat forgotten between you, as the conversation carried on just as easily as it had before. He picked up one of the spoons, cutting carefully through the soft mousse before gathering a small bite. Then he hesitated. “…May I?” You smiled. “I was hoping you would.” A faint pink dusted his cheeks. He extended the spoon across the table.

You leaned forward, your eyes never leaving his as you accepted the bite. “Mmm.” You smiled, savoring the sweet vanilla. “That’s really good.” You drew back slowly, your lips brushing the spoon just enough to leave it perfectly clean before he absentmindedly pulled it back toward himself. His gaze lingered for half a second longer than he intended. He quietly set the spoon down, clearing his throat. “I’m glad you like it.” You smiled into your wineglass. “I think I like the company just as much.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “That’s a dangerous thing to say.” “Oh?”

“It may encourage me.” “I was hoping it would.” He looked down for a moment, unable to hide the smile that had spread across his face. “You make it remarkably easy to smile.” “And you don’t do it enough.” “I’ve been told.” As he reached for another spoonful, your foot found his again beneath the table. This time it was only a light brush against his ankle. His hand paused halfway to the dessert. He looked up. Your expression was perfectly innocent. “Coincidence?” he asked. You tilted your head. “What do you think?” A quiet laugh escaped him. “I think…” He rested the spoon back on the plate. “…you’re discovering it’s very easy to distract me.” “And is that a problem, counselor?”

He met your eyes. For a long moment he simply smiled. “Not tonight.” There was a warmth in his expression now that hadn’t been there when he’d picked you up. Less guarded. More comfortable. Like somewhere between the phone calls, the shared dessert, and your quiet teasing…He’d forgotten to be nervous. Higuruma finally picked up his own spoon. “I suppose I should actually try it,” he said, almost as if he’d forgotten the dessert was there again. “You’ve been too busy feeding me.” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

He blinked once. “…I suppose I have.” A faint smile tugged at his lips as he scooped a small bite and brought it to his mouth. For a moment, he said nothing. Then a quiet, satisfied hum escaped him. “Mmm~” His eyes drifted closed for just a second as he leaned back comfortably in his chair, thoughtfully savoring the vanilla. His eyes shot open and his knees hit the table when you pushed your heel into his crotch. The table rattled and you pressed your lips together. A few people looked over, he swallowed and exhaled. Looking at you with wide eyes. His breath hitched when you pushed harder. Your foot moving upward a bit. You moved it up and down slightly while reaching for your own spoon now.

Eating a bite and licking the spoon clean. “Mmm… so good” you said softly. You smiled, letting your foot fall back down once again. The table settled again. For a brief moment, neither of you spoke. Higuruma adjusted his posture, clearing his throat as he reached for his water instead of his wine. He took a slow sip, buying himself a second to collect his thoughts. “…You’re enjoying yourself,” he observed, setting the glass back down with deliberate care. Your smile betrayed you.

“A little.” “I noticed.” His voice remained calm, but there was unmistakable amusement behind it now. You looked down at the nearly finished dessert before meeting his eyes again.“I wanted to see if I could make the composed attorney lose his train of thought.” “And?” You tilted your head. “I think I succeeded.” A quiet laugh escaped him. “I won’t argue that point.” The waiter approached just then, politely asking if everything had been alright. Higuruma answered with his usual courtesy. “Everything was excellent. Thank you.” Once the waiter disappeared, he looked back at you, the corners of his mouth still lifted.

“You know,” he said softly, “you’re very different from the impression I had when I first saw your profile.” You raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “I thought you’d be… elegant.” You glanced down at your dress with mock offense. “I’m not elegant?”“You are.” He smiled. “But you’re also playful.” His gaze stayed on yours. “And I don’t think your profile could have prepared me for that.” You laughed, warmth spreading through your chest. “I was worried you’d think I was too much.” “I don’t.” His answer came without hesitation. “I think…” He paused, choosing his words with the same care he always did. “I think I like discovering these parts of you in person.”

Your smile softened. “So… second date?” For the first time all evening, Higuruma didn’t seem to overthink his answer. “I was hoping you’d ask before I had to.” You laughed. “I guess we’re getting better at this.” “I believe we are.” He reached for the check before you could. “This one is mine.” You opened your mouth to protest. He simply smiled. “You can argue with me over the next one.” The words hung between you. The next one. Not if. When. Your heart fluttered. “I’d like that very much.”

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The walk back to the car was calm, your heels clicking softly against the pavement. Eventually, his hand came to your waist. Holding you a bit closer to him. You smiled, his grip tightened a bit teasingly. He held the door open for you and soon got into the drivers seat. Turning the car on he went to grab his seatbelt. “I was thinking-“ before he could finish his sentence your lips crashed onto his. You practically threw yourself into the kiss. Your upper body hovering over the arm rest. He froze, his eyes shot open before his own lips collided with yours. Realizing how long it’s been since he’s kissed a woman. Your hands came up to his collar, pushing your head into his the kiss deepened. His eyes shut quickly and he let go of the seatbelt. His right hand came to your waist.

You started to crawl over the arm rest. His left arm quickly came down to his chair, trying to recline it quick. Your body hit the horn and it made a loud noise, echoing through the block he was parked on. You laughed into the kiss, his seat finally reclining he moved it back as well. You straddled him and your dress lifted up a bit, his hands found your waist and your tongue shoved into his mouth. He left out a shaky whimper, both of your breathing picking up. You let go of his collar and sat up, your head hitting the roof he reached up and rubbed your head. “You okay?” He asked concerned, you nodded and smiled. Leaning back down to kiss him again, your hands found his belt.

His heart pounded as he felt you undo his buckle. His tint wasn’t very dark. He was parked on the side of a busy road. Though you didn’t seem to care at all. Before he could really say anything, he felt his own pants get yanked down. He looked down and his eyes shot wide. His cock sprung out and hit hit shirt. You looked down and watched his full erection hover in the air. His tip was red, covered in ore cum, a small puddle on his shirt from it hitting the fabric moments before. He was throbbing for an orgasm. “Oh my god” you said breathlessly. His eyes darted back up to you “W-what?” He asked nervously, his voice just as airless as yours. You looked back up at him and smiled. Leaning back down to kiss him, “You’re so big” you said quietly before kissing him again.

“Really?” He asked while his nerves started to fade as much as they could in this already tense moment. “Yes… fuck~ you’re perfect” you said happily while your own hand came down and slid your underwear underneath your dress over. He didn’t expect you to do this, maybe a handjob at most. “You sure you-“ he stopped talking and his body went limp. You slid his cock into your soaked entrance. Stretching you out completely. You both moaned loud. “Oh my g-god Hiromi~” you moaned while your head hit the roof again as you sat up a bit. His head was tilted back, some of his hair falling on his forehead nicely. His eyes were shut and fluttering.

You both moaned loud, his hands came to your ass and he held it softly. You started to ride him. The car moving a bit with your body. You held onto the handle near the right side of your head and you started to bounce faster. He groaned loud and whimpered like the feeling was too much. Though he never said stop or slow down. The veins in his neck popped out now, his jaw clenching as he looked up at you. He tried to say something but his words slurred and he just moaned louder. You leaned back down and kissed him.

A man walking past saw the car swaying slightly, then, his eyes widened. “Jesus Christ” he said to himself. Seeing someone bouncing in the driver seat like their life depended on it. He walked past and laughed to himself. Hearing the muffled moans of two people finally feeling release after so long.

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Oooo first Higuruma fic!! Hope you guys like it tehe, I’ve honestly never really found him attractive till now. Now I keep watching edits of him, when he spins that girls chair at work omfg 👀👀 Something about it LMAO… just don’t tell Toji

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frat sukuna x milf reader - oneshot preview

Sukuna's gripping your waist tight with his huge hands, moaning as you glide right down on his cock, stretching your puffy lips right around him as he lays back in the front seat of the car, cursing.

"Sh-shit... slow down, you fuckin' brat..." He's gasping as you quiver right around him, whining out, your lashes fluttering closed.

"Don't have t-time... soccer game, gotta go to..." He slams you down hard then, pinning you and glaring. "I h-have to take him to..."

"It's not till six, will you slow the fuck down," he bites the shit out of you, buried deep in your tacky lil walls, his own eyes closing at how good you feel. "You told me six."

"But it's five and - ngh! Gonna cum, gonna-"

"No you're not," he grins as you gasp out, pinning you and not moving. "Not till I say."

"You're so annoying," you knew fucking a frat boy a good six years younger than you was stupid, but right now as he's attention seeking and pouty? And you know you need to hop right to your damn mini van and clean up before you get your kid?

You know then especially how stupid this is.

If you just didn't get drunk that night and if he didn't lie and say he was twenty eight...

no, you'd have still fucked him. But now? He's clingy.

hehe who wants to be on the taglist for this oneshot later?

[lovelounge]

17 years

- Jujutsu Kaisen

part I, part II, part III, part IV

Toji Fushiguro x Reader

fluff | 18+ | smut

word count 8.3k

Summary: The firm you work at decides to go out one night for drinks. Everyone invited, you go without thinking tonight would change everything. An older man you worked with approached you and had a small conversation with you. It lasted long enough in his head for him to start wondering if he could pull someone 17 years younger without embarrassing himself.

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Turning around from the shower door opening, you wiped the water away from your eyes and pushing your hands back through your hair. Stepping out of the water a bit while Toji walked in. Your mouth parted at the sight of his body. You felt a knot in your stomach, a need for him. He smiled softly, shutting the door behind him. His hand lingered at the door as he looked at you. All of you. You both stared in silence, the water was the only sound either of you needed. He stepped forward, his body starting to be hit by small water droplets. Your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered, he leaned down and kissed you deeply. The water hitting his face while he exhaled. The sound of your lips echoed in the steamy room. He kissed you slowly, his tongue swirling with yours only a few times. With one last kiss, his lips pushed into you so deeply your head swayed back. Feeling one of his hands rest on your waist as the other came up and held the side of your neck. His fingertips trailed up and he broke the kiss. Now looked at you with smile barely showing on his face. His thumb came up to your lip, water trailing down your face as you opened your mouth. His smile grew, slowly pushing his thumb into your mouth. You sucked his finger, your tongue swirling around it reminding him how it felt around his cock. You shut your eyes and his lips found your neck. The water hitting your forehead while your head leaned more. He sucked your neck and licked your collar bone. The water now completely wet his hair.

His finger left your mouth, he stood up straight now and looked down at you. His hand came to your chin and then moved down your skin, when his hand found your shoulder he pushed softly. You nodded almost barely, lowering yourself. Your knees hit the shower floor. You looked up at him, he pushed a few wet strand away from your face. His cock fully erect and eager to be toyed with. He watched you lick up his shaft. He inhaled when you took his length into your mouth. You heard a very low hum echo in the shower from him, your hand came up to his sack, massaging while you sucked his length. His hand gripped onto your wet hair, pulling you back and pushing you forward. Small sounds left your mouth, gargling noises and gags filled the shower. It was music to his ears. He shut his eyes and felt you take him. Letting him pushing your head without any hesitation or restraint. He looked down at you and a small moan left his lips making your eyes open and look at him. His face was relaxed, breathing through his mouth. His eyes were dark, yours were desperate. You felt a tear fall down your face, the water making it disappear quickly. Eventually he started to pick up the pace with you. Your hands planted against his thighs. You heard him his and then he pulled your head back farther, letting his length slip out of your mouth. He helped you stand up, you wiped your mouth and he moved your hand, kissing you. You felt the difference between your legs from your own wetness and the shower. A layer of lubricant covering your folds and starting to move to your inner thighs.

He reached behind you while kissing you, turning off the water. He picked you up and carried you out. Grabbing a towel and starting to dry you, he kissed your shoulder, crouching down and sucking your breasts. The towel softly drying your body while you watched him trail down your skin with kisses and licks. His tongue slipped between your folds as he dried your legs. You parted your legs just a bit while he tasted you. Feeling your knees grow weak from his warm mouth. He stood back up and dried himself off quickly, water still on his back and certain areas. He rubbed the towel into his hair before he walked behind you. He dried your hair softly. You felt his hand come up and pull your chin to turn around. He dropped the towel though it landed on his erection, now hanging off of him while he kissed you. You stepped closer and moaned softly into the kiss. He leaned down more and kissed you harder. The towel slid off and you felt his cock hit your skin. He made a small hum noise before picking you up. Your ass sending chills as it was set onto the cold counter. Your hands came around the back of his neck. Feeling his damp hair with your pruned fingertips. You wrapped your legs around him and your body leaned back. His hands holding you from falling backward as he leaned himself into you. Both of your mouths covered in each-others spit, you could feel his cock between your legs waiting to stretch you. Neither of you eager to shove it in. He kissed down your neck and you held onto his head. Letting out a breathless moan while water dripped down your back from your damp hair. His mouth left you and he stood back, you placed your hands behind you on the counter. Your legs spread comfortably. He crouched down and licked up your orchid. The feeling made your head fall back. You felt your body arch and ache for him.

He looked up at you without your knowledge, watching your face as you softly moaned. You felt his hands come around your legs. He picked you up swiftly and walked into the bedroom. Your breasts in his face from being held so high he sucked them. Biting your nipple playfully. You glanced over at your mirror as you and him walked past, his cock fully erect and in the air. Your eyes fluttered at the sight. He was so big, you wanted to feel him hit that sweet spot inside of you. Your patience thinning out. He put his knees on the bed and moved forward a bit, laying you down and moving between your legs comfortably. His mouth found you again. Your hand softly gripped the sheets and your other hand ran through his hair. He took two of his fingers and rubbed your clit. Sitting up while doing so, when he leaned in to kiss you his fingers entered you. You were so wet for him he moaned just from the feeling around his fingers alone. Your legs wrapped around him and he kissed you passionately. His lips hugging yours at such a slow pace you were about to start begging for him. Another finger slipped in you and he pumped all three gently. You wanted him to go faster, you wanted him to fuck you hard, needing to feel that knot in your body be hit by his length. Yet he took his time, loosening you and his tongue playing with yours like you both had forever to spend. The romantic gesture of this alone made you whine and your hips rock with need. His fingers started moving even slower and he kissed down your chest. His mouth taking your nipple and swirling his tongue as he sucked it. You felt his fingers leave you and moments later his shaft rubbed against your begging orchid. Your clit aching by the feeling of his cock sliding across it.

He came back up to your lips and hovered there. You reached out to kiss him and he moved back. You could feel yourself about to start crying, from the want of him eating you alive now. “Please..” you said quietly. Almost ashamed of begging for him. Feeling like an impatient child. You opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with pure admiration. His eyes searched your face, his lips flush and plump. He kissed you, you felt his tip rub against your entrance, fully lubed from your own liquid. It pushed into you just slightly. Your body jolting forward for it to enter you. He moved back. Letting his cock rub against you again instead of letting it stretch your walls. You whined quietly before looking away, knowing this was on purpose now. You shut your eyes tightly for a moment and breathed. Trying to contain yourself. His fingers pinched your right nipple, your eyes shut again. His cock moved up and down slowly against your vulva. You finally looked at him again and he wore a soft smile. He bit his lip, his face almost looked like he was waiting for you to speak. Your lip quivered and he looked down at it. Making you look away again. A small noise left his throat, his tip rubbing against your entrance again. This time it went inside a bit more than did before. You let out a quiet moan. He pulled away again, only half of his tip going inside of you. You whined louder this time, and felt tears about to leave your eyes. You opened your eyes and looked up at him. A tear falling down your face. He watched it fall and he kissed it. Your eyebrows furrowed and your grip on the sheets made your knuckles white. “Please..” you repeated, a bit louder. His hand came down and he rubbed his tip in circles around your clit. Your abdomen tensing up and your legs squeezing around him. “Please Toji” you whined. His face came down to yours but he moved to your ear.

“That’s not my name.” he whispered, you exhaled and watched him move back to where he was. Your brain was scattered due to the situation, not being able to even think of what he mean’t. He looked at you with dark eyes. His own cock red and spilling with pre cum, wanting you just as bad. His hands shook with anticipation, the need for you growing in his own mind though he contained it. “Toji” you said breathlessly, his hand came up and collided with your cheek. Slapping you, your face turned. Your eyes widened by the gesture. Your cheek burning. “Don’t make me do that again Doll” he said as you turned your head back to face him. Another tear falling down your face though your body realized this turned you on even more. He didn’t search your eyes for an answer, either you obeyed him or you would be punished again. His jaw clenched for only a moment then he looked down at his own aching cock. He let it push into you again, his whole tip entering you before coming back out. “Please” you said louder now, crying for him. “Please what?” he asked back. His eyes never left yours. His tip sat eager against your entrance, his thumb on his shaft just waiting to push himself into you. “Please Daddy” you finally said with a cry. “Say it again” he said a bit louder than your own plead. “Please Daddy” you said louder. His head raised as he now looked down at you, his eyebrows flicked up and you repeated the phrase again. Tears falling down your red cheek easily now. “Please!” you yelled now, Hiccuping from crying, you whined and he let his tip slide inside of you again. “How badly do you want me Doll?” he asked with a calm voice. “S-so bad” you said out to him. His tongue clicked and he pushed into you just an inch. “Are you going to keep crying like a little girl? Or do you want me to fuck you like the woman you are?” He asked sternly, you opened your eyes and looked at him. Your mouth shutting from the feeling of slight embarrassment. You tried to fix your breathing and you reached up and wiped your tears away. He nodded. “Good girl” he said with a smile. “P-please just.. I need to feel you please ” “Need to feel what Doll” “You ins-side of me” “How badly do you need it huh? You’re not making that much of a fuss for it” “W-wha-“ “Beg for it babygirl” he said while sliding the sliver of himself he had inside of you out.

You cried out, needing him was making you vocal now. “I need you Daddy please!” you yelled out to him, “You want me to fuck you?” he said, that vulgar term you never expected to leave his mouth. The situation felt different after he said that, almost more raw. “Yes I need you. I need you to fuck me. Please, please fuck me” you said while your eyes remained dry. “Louder” he replied, “Please fuck me!” you shouted. His hand came up and slapped you again, harder this time. “Louder!” he yelled which made you reply quickly even higher toned than him. “Fuck me!” you yelled while your body felt anger. Your face letting him read that you were frustrated now. You swallowed nervously, never being that vocal in bed before. Slowly, his lips turned into a smile. “Good girl” he said with a rasp, leaning down and kissing you. Your lips broke the kiss once his length slid all the way into you. After 17 minutes of him teasing you, you moaned loudly as he stretched you out. The feeling sending chills everywhere. Your hands came around his back and your fingernails dug into him. He waisted no time, rocking his hips into you hard and fast. The bed already shaking by his movements. His hands moved to either side of your head and he somehow thrusted even deeper into you. Your breasts swaying with each hard thrust he watched them and you looked up at him. Your mouth stuck open and your eyebrows furrowed from the pain mixed with pleasure. He leaned down and spit right into your mouth. His right hand coming up and smacking your cheek as you swallowed. His hand gripped your throat now, not hard but firm. His cock hitting your cervix with each and every thrust it made you scratch his back and claw at him for stability. 20 minutes went past and he quickly pulled out and flipped you over, pulling your hips up firmly, you arched your back quickly and he slammed into you. You screamed and shoved your head into the pillow, his cock hitting you deeper than before now. The bed rammed against the wall making a dent you were not looking forward to see. You felt tears fall as his slapped your ass hard. Over and over again, the feeling of pain coming in waves as his thrusts never slowed down. You felt his hand come up and pull your hair toward him. Your head now in the air, you could barely breath due to the way you were being grabbed. He leaned toward you, his hand letting go of your hair. As your head fell back down his hand grabbed your neck stopping you from falling. He pulled you up to him, your back now arching more than you ever have, your back shoulders against his chest.

He made a loud grunt after every other thrust, your moaning so loud it made your ears ring. His hands found his forearm as he choked you. Your finger nails digging so deep it made him bleed slightly. This position making your back ache with pain, 24 minutes you were stuck like this. He finally let go and pushed you back down, his cock pulling out while he moved quick. You felt your feet get pulled and you cried out. Trying to grab the sheets as your body dragged down the bed. “Quit!” he yelled while turning you over, one fast slap across your face made you stop. He positioned you right at the edge of the bed, both his feet planted on the floor now you were afraid at how fast he could go. “You wanted me to fuck you? Remember Doll?” he said while his hands grabbed onto you, pushing your legs all the way back and on either side of your head. Your ass in the air now, perfectly centered with his groin. You whined from the stretch and tried to take a deep breath. His cock shoving into you. Your body moving with each thrust he had to keep pulling you back toward him, his grip becoming tighter and tighter on you till your body couldn’t move. He looked down at himself quickly thrusting in and out of you. Your walls taking him so good, “Where do you want me to cum babygirl” he asked you while his eyes came up to yours. You couldn’t respond, he smiled and a small laugh escaped his teeth. “I guess I decide then hmm Doll” he said amusingly. “How about in here princess” he said as you felt one of his fingers push against your other entrance. Your eyes widened and moments later you nodded. He hummed in satisfaction. He brought his hand up and spit on it. His cock pulled out of you and he covered it in his spit, already dripping with your liquids. He held your legs with one hand now, you gripped the sheets and yelled loud as he shoved into your hole. He pulled back out halfway in and spit on himself again, making sure you were lubed enough for a few enjoyable minutes inside. His other hand then came and shoved three fingers inside of your entrance. Feeling his fingers curl into you almost like he was using you to stabilize himself. His palm resting over your red clit, he leaned completely over you now, thrusting hard into your even tighter hole.

His groans became louder till his hand came out of you, he let go of your legs and came down to kiss you. This kiss was the softest one since he started to fuck you. You almost forgot what it felt like. He moaned against your lips and kissed you passionately. Filling you up with his cum, he finally pulled out and you both took deep breaths. You have never had sex that good before in your whole life. Your mind almost making you cry from being so happy. You blinked away the tears and he stood over you, his eyes shut. Gathering his energy to even stand there. “Fuck” he said under his breath. Your legs shook and jolted every couple of seconds. Both of you not talking or moving, eventually. He took a step back, then walked to the bathroom, grabbing the same towel from earlier and cleaning his soaked shaft with it then your body once he made it back to the bed. He layed the towel underneath your bottom as you layed on the bed. He came between your legs and his tongue softly swirled around your clit. You shut your eyes and layed still, not even being able to move from the feeling. He continued to do this till you felt your climax, your legs slowly came around his head as he helped you orgasm. Your body almost giving out you moaned breathlessly. “You’re such a good girl” he said out to you while standing up. “Come on baby, you’re making a mess” he said softly while gently picking you up. He walked back into the shower and turned it on. He helped you shower, doing almost all of the work besides standing. Your legs wobbling every now and then, he’d hold you and make sure you were okay before continuing to clean you. Everything was a daze at this point, you were halfway falling asleep. He dried you off gently and held you as he went into your closet. He grabbed a big shirt and brought you back to the bed, he held the shirt and sat you down gently. You attempted to help him with the shift but he eventually just dressed you himself. He fixed the bedsheets, picking up the pillows that landed on the floor. He tucked you in and went to grab his own clothes from the small bag he brought in the living room. By the time he came back, you were asleep. He crawled into bed and cuddled you, kissing your shoulder before his own eyes shut.

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You both woke up cause of someone’s car alarm outside. It was already daytime, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. You went to sit up but failed, the soreness sending pain waves. He helped you up with a smile. You kissed him, not caring about your morning breath or his. “My doll” he said with a wider smile. He got out of bed and came around to your side, you put your arms up and he picked you up. Wrapping your legs around him hurt, he noticed, so he put his arm underneath your bum, holding you to where you could leave your legs dangling. “Better?” You nodded with a smile, he brought you to the bathroom and placed you on the counter. He got your toothbrush ready for you and you took it he grabbed his cheaper one left here from the time before. You both brushed your teeth and he fixed his hair while looking in the mirror.

He licked you back up and went to the kitchen with you. You told him you were fine and he let you down. Walking wasn’t too bad but you could feel how sore you were. The more you walked, the less it hurt at least. You made coffee and he looked through your cabinets. Finding pancake mix and eggs in your fridge. “Where are your pans?” “Toji” you said with a laugh, “You don’t have to cook” “Baby.. where are your pans?” he said again even softer. You sighed and pointed. He smiled and came over, placing a quick peck on your lips. You drank your coffee, sitting on the counter while he cooked. His back was to you, “I need to take you out soon. Somewhere fancy. Nice view.” You laughed, “You just took me out last night” “Not like that. I want to take you out somewhere that fits what I want to do.” your eyebrows furrowed. “And what are you wanting to do?” He looked over his broad shoulder and smiled at you. Not answering your question. You let it go, the conversation drifted into other things. You watched him with a soft smile, your eyes drifting back to the red scratch marks across his upper back again and again. Smiling to yourself while remember how good the sex was. How different he was in bed was almost scary, in a good way. It was like a switch, you wanted to flip on now all the time.

The day went by normally, you and him just relaxed since it hurt for you to walk he didn’t want to suggest anything but couch rotting all day. Near dinner time he headed out. Needing to be at work early tomorrow cause there was going to be a meeting with another firm. You and him both called before bed, he spoke sweet words making you smile and blush while getting into bed. He sent you a photo a couple minutes later. It was him in bed with Luna.

I miss you, my Doll. ❤️

i miss you too daddy, i wish you were here. goodnight 😘

You texted back without even thinking. A bubble appeared and then disappeared. It appeared again.

My sweet girl, you don’t know what you to do me. Speak like that and we will both be late to work tomorrow.

sorry i didn’t mean to sound that way.. i hope i didn’t bother you… does this make up for it?

You snapped a quick picture of you doing a cute kissy face. Sending it with a smile on your face. He read it immediately. He didn’t reply at first. Then he sent a photo. It was of his boner pushing through his boxers. Your eyes widened. His hand pressed down beside it to it to show you better. For an older guy, he sure knew his angles.

Fuck baby. You’re so beautiful you make me hard just off your gorgeous face. I need you. Take a picture of that sweet body of yours. I need to see you.

You blinked and re read it to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. You quickly sat up and pulled off your shirt. Taking a picture of your breasts and your small underwear you wore in bed. You sent it after making sure you looked good in the photo. He didn’t reply at first again, bubbles appeared and then went away. You put back on your shirt and waited. Then, your phone started to ring. It was a facetime call from Toji. Your heart dropped, you sat up and fixed your hair. Extremely nervous to answer since what was just happening in your messages with him. You answered the phone and he smiled his glasses hung low on his nose. “There you are babygirl” he said happily. You smiled “Hi daddy” you said quietly. He hummed, smiling harder after you called him that. “I needed to see your face baby, fuck~ I need you so bad right now” he said while looking past the phone down at his own body. You sat down the phone on the bed and took back off your shirt. You picked the phone back up and showed him your body. You watched his eyes light up and widen. His lips parted and he watched you through the screen with full attention. “I can take my panties off if you’d like” you said with a soft smile. “Please baby that would be great” he said with a soft moan. You could see his shoulder moving, he was touching himself to you. You sat your phone down facing you on the night stand take off your panties as he watched you. You heard soft moans through the phone while you layed back down and showed him your orchid. You saw his jaw clench and his shoulder started to move faster. You softly rubbed your finger against your clit, it still being sore from his own body. “Fuck” he said breathlessly, you moved the phone up to your breasts and you pinched one of your nipples. His eyes fluttered and he pressed his lips together.

You’re so beautiful baby” he said while you brought the phone to your face and sucked on your fingers. “Let me see you” you said shyly. “How do I turn the camera” he said making you laugh softly. “Tap the screen daddy, you should be able to see then” he laughed and you could see his eyes look around the phone. Then, the camera flipped, his raging cock met your eyes. His hand pumping it slowly. You made a soft noise, biting your lip. He flipped the camera back to him and he smiled. “I figured it out” he said. You laughed and shook your head. “Show me again please Doll” he asked, you moved the phone back down and played with yourself happily. You heard his moans grow louder and you saw his head fall back and the phone fall onto the bed. You smiled to yourself and waited for him to return. You heard his sink turn on a couple seconds later. A light turn on then off. Then he came back. “God you’re so beautiful.” he said with a smile while getting back into bed. “You’re welcome” you said teasingly. “Do you want money for that? I can send some” he joked back. “No Toji I don’t need any money” you laughed “Well I know what I need” “And what’s that?” “You” he said while smiling at you. You rolled your eyes, “It’s late, let me get off the phone before I get hard again” he said making you laugh. Your cheeks burned now, “Goodnight” you said as he layed down in bed now. “Goodnight my sweet girl, get good sleep.” he said before hanging up. You laid down and laughed to yourself. “So needy” you said to yourself before going to bed.

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The next morning came far too early. You stood in front of your bathroom mirror fixing your hair for what had to be the fifth time, catching yourself smiling every few seconds as your mind wandered back to the night before. “Get it together,” you muttered, grabbing your bag before driving to work with coffee in one hand and an embarrassing amount of butterflies in your stomach. The law office buzzed with its usual weekday energy, phones ringing, printers humming, paralegals hurrying down the halls. You had barely taken three steps inside when you heard his voice behind you. “There she is.” Turning around, you found Toji standing near reception in a charcoal suit, glasses resting low on his nose which he never wore to work. He flipped through a client folder. The second your eyes met, he smiled. Not the polite smile everyone else got, but the tiny one that was just for you. Your own lips betrayed you instantly. “Oh no,” you whispered. “What?” he asked. “Nothing.” “You look guilty.” “I don’t.” “You do.” “I just walked in.” His grin widened. “So defensive.” A receptionist glanced between the two of you. “You guys are in unusually good moods today?” Before you could answer, Toji simply replied, “Coffee’s good.” You shot him a look, knowing the cup in his hand was full by the way he held it. The receptionist shrugged and walked away, and the moment she was out of earshot he leaned in just enough to quietly ask, “You slept okay?” You nodded. “Barely.” “I figured.” Heat rushed into your face. “You should stop smiling,” you whispered. “You first.” “I am.” “No,” he said, his eyes lingering on your lips. “You’re trying.” “Shutup” “Is it the glasses?” “Why are you wearing them anyway?” “I forgot my contacts, woke up late.. wonder why” your cheeks burned. He smiled wide and walked away. Finally taking a sip of the coffee.

The morning meeting turned into its own special kind of torture. Everyone gathered around the conference table while one of the senior partners reviewed an upcoming case, and somehow you ended up sitting directly across from Toji. Every time you looked up, he was already looking at you. Never obviously, just enough for one corner of his mouth to twitch into that familiar smile before you quickly looked back down at your notebook, pretending to take notes. Half the page ended up reading “Meeting notes” over and over because you couldn’t focus on anything else. You started to doodle a stick figure that was suppose to be Toji. Suddenly the partner called your name. “Any thoughts?” Your head snapped up. “Uh…” You instinctively glanced toward Toji, who sat perfectly composed with his hands folded in front of him. Without moving anything except his eyes, he gave you the smallest encouraging nod. You cleared your throat. “I agree we should organize the exhibits chronologically before mediation.” The partner smiled. “Exactly.” Relief washed over you, and when you dared look across the table again, Toji’s eyes crinkled ever so slightly. He looked proud, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling again. By lunchtime you still hadn’t managed to act normal. You wandered into the break room to refill your coffee, and a minute later Toji walked in behind you. By some miracle the room was empty. Leaning against the counter while waiting for the coffee machine, he looked over with a teasing smile. “You’ve smiled at me… roughly twenty-seven times today.” “I have not.” “Twenty-eight.” You laughed despite yourself. “You’re impossible.” He grabbed his coffee and wandered over beside you, letting a comfortable silence settle between you both before casually asking, “You still sore?” Your eyes widened. “You cannot ask me that at work.” His expression turned perfectly innocent. “I asked if you’re sore.” “You know exactly what you meant.” “I was asking because you looked stiff getting out of your chair.” You stared at him unamused until he finally broke, laughing. A real laugh that echoed through the break room. You lightly smacked his arm. “You’re awful.” “I know.” “You enjoy embarrassing me.” “I enjoy you.” The teasing disappeared from his voice as soon as those words left his mouth. He looked at you with the same soft expression he’d worn every time he was with you, all warmth replacing the mischief. “You’ve made this place a lot more enjoyable.” Your cheeks warmed immediately, and before you could answer, another attorney walked into the room. “There you two are. We’re heading downstairs for lunch. You coming?” Instantly Toji stepped back, slipping back into his calm, professional demeanor as though nothing had happened. “In a minute,” he replied. The attorney nodded and disappeared again, leaving the room quiet once more. The second the door clicked shut, both of you burst into quiet laughter. “This is impossible,” you whispered, shaking your head. “We’re terrible at this.” He smiled and took one careful step closer, close enough for only you to notice. “I don’t think so.” “Oh?” “No. I think we’re just two people who are very happy to see each other.” Your heart softened. Reaching up, you gently straightened the knot of his tie. He looked down at your hands before meeting your eyes again. “Thanks, Doll.” Your smile returned before you could stop it. He sighed dramatically, shaking his head with amusement. “Twenty-nine.”

Lunch was somehow even worse than the morning had been. The conference room had been swapped for a nearby restaurant, everyone from the firm squeezed around two long tables while conversations overlapped about clients, court dates, and weekend plans. You sat across from Toji by complete accident, or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself. Every time you looked up, he was already looking at you. Not long enough for anyone else to notice, but just enough that your stomach flipped. You’d glance away to take another bite of your sandwich, only to feel his eyes drift back to you seconds later. When you finally looked up again, he wasn’t even pretending to read the menu anymore. He simply wore that tiny, amused smile that had been haunting you since yesterday. The conversation shifted around the table until one of the associates looked over at him. “So, Fushiguro, what’d you get up to this weekend?” He took a slow sip of his drink, set the glass down, and answered with a completely straight face. “Tried yoga.” A few people looked surprised. “Yoga?” someone repeated with a laugh. He gave a small shrug. “I’ve been wanting to do it for a while now.” Another attorney grinned. “How’d that go?” Toji nodded thoughtfully. “Too much stretching.” He paused just long enough for your stomach to tighten. “…Made me sore.” You inhaled at exactly the wrong moment.

Your drink went down the wrong pipe, and you immediately started coughing, nearly dropping your drink onto the table. The entire group looked toward you. “You okay?” someone asked. You nodded quickly, waving your hand while trying to catch your breath. “Y-Yeah,” you managed between coughs. “Just… swallowed wrong.” Across the table, Toji reached for his water as though nothing had happened. His expression remained perfectly calm, but when your eyes met for the briefest second, you caught it, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he fought back a smile. He took another sip to hide it, lowering his gaze into his glass while everyone resumed their conversations. To anyone else, he looked completely composed. You, however, knew exactly why he couldn’t quite keep the grin off his face. Under the table, you nudged the toe of your shoe against his shin. Not hard, just enough to let him know you were onto him. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, without looking up from the conversation happening beside him, one of his eyebrows lifted almost imperceptibly. The tiniest silent victory. You rolled your eyes and focused very hard on your lunch, determined not to look at him again. It lasted all of thirty seconds before you glanced up, found him watching you once more, and had to hide your own smile behind your glass.

The rest of Monday dragged by until you finally had a moment alone in your office. Files were spread across your desk, your laptop sat open, and you were halfway through reviewing a witness statement when two familiar knocks sounded against your open door. You didn’t even have to look up. “Come in.” Toji leaned against the doorframe with one hand in his pocket, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder. “Busy?” “When am I not?” He walked inside anyway, closing the door just enough to give the two of you a little privacy without making it suspicious. His eyes wandered around your office before settling on you. “I was wondering if my favorite attorney wanted to go out again this Saturday.” You smiled despite yourself. “I don’t know…” “No?” “I might have plans.” “You do?” “Maybe.” He narrowed his eyes. “You don’t.” “I might.” He walked over to your desk, resting his palms against the edge while watching you with that familiar amused look. “Liar.” You laughed quietly and looked back down at your paperwork, pretending to ignore him. A few seconds passed. Click. Click. Click. Your eyes slowly lifted. He’d picked up one of your pens and was absentmindedly clicking it over and over. “…Really?” “What?” “You’re forty two.” “I’m aware.” “Quit clicking my pen.”

He innocently set it down, then immediately picked up another one. Click. Click. Click. You sighed. “Toji.” “Hm?” “Would you quit?” You reached across the desk and swatted his hand away. He grinned. The second your hand returned to your paperwork… Click. Click. Click. You looked up in disbelief. “I cannot believe you.” “I’ve got two more pens over here.” “You wouldn’t.” He reached for another, and you smacked his hand away again. “Stop it!” He laughed this time. “Make me.” Your eyebrows lifted, and for a second you simply stared at him. Then you leaned forward over the desk. “Come here.” you said defeated. His grin softened for only a heartbeat before he leaned in without hesitation. Your lips met in a quick, soft kiss, nothing dramatic, just a tiny peck that lasted barely a second. When you pulled away, he blinked at you. “There,” you said with a satisfied smile. “Happy?” His ears had turned the faintest shade of pink. “Very.” Before you could say another word, he cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and hurried toward the door.

“You forgot to answer my question,” he said while stopping at the door. His hand on the knob. “So… Saturday?” You laughed. “Pick me up at seven.” He smiled so widely it made him look years younger. “Yes ma’am” Then, like a teenager who’d just gotten away with something, he slipped out of your office before anyone walking by could ask why he’d been in there.

It became a routine after that. Every afternoon, almost down to the exact minute, your office door would crack open. You wouldn’t even bother looking up anymore. “You’re late,” you’d say. “I know.” He’d wander inside under the excuse of asking about a case or dropping off paperwork, but somehow the conversation always drifted into teasing. Some days he’d move the picture frame on your bookshelf just to make you fix it after he left. Other days he’d steal your favorite pen, forcing you to chase him halfway into the hallway before he’d hand it back with the most innocent expression imaginable. Wednesday he replaced your coffee mug with his own just to see how long it would take you to notice. It took you nearly twenty minutes. He laughed so hard he had to lean against the wall. By Thursday, your coworkers had started noticing he seemed to stop by your office every afternoon. “Does he always need something from legal?” one of the paralegals asked. You tried to sound casual. “Yep” Across the room, Toji overheard the question and, without missing a beat, lifted a thick case file. “Very important legal business.” You rolled your eyes while everyone accepted the explanation. Only the two of you knew that the “important business” usually lasted less than a minute. Every visit ended the same way, he’d glance into the hallway, step inside just a little closer, cup your face for the briefest moment, steal one soft kiss, and disappear before anyone noticed. By Friday afternoon you were already smiling before he even reached your door. He poked his head inside. “You knew I was coming.” “I heard your footsteps.” “Liar.” “I heard you flirting with reception.” “I was asking where the copier paper was.” “Mhm.” He walked over, pretending to think. “I suppose…” “What?” “I should probably get going.” You nodded, acting mad at the “flirting” he did. “Probably.” Neither of you moved. “… …” Finally he smiled. “One for the road?” You laughed quietly. “You’re unbelievable.” “You love me” He leaned down, stole one last quick kiss, and was already halfway out the door before you could protest. Neither of you even thought about what he said. From the hallway you heard him call back, “Seven tomorrow, Doll.” You couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

Saturday evening finally arrived. You stood in front of your bedroom mirror smoothing your dress for what felt like the hundredth time. It was elegant without being flashy, a deep color that complimented you perfectly,a low v cut. Paired with simple jewelry and heels you rarely had an excuse to wear. Your hair framed your face just the way you’d hoped, your makeup looked perfect. You sprayed your favorite perfume and took one last nervous look in the mirror, the knock at your apartment door made your heart jump.

Opening it, you froze. Toji stood on the other side holding a small bouquet of white lilies. Your now third bouquet in the house. Not counting the ones in the office. He wore a tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt beneath it, no tie this time, the top three buttons left undone. His hair had been neatly combed back, and the moment his eyes landed on you, they softened completely. “…Wow,” he breathed. You laughed nervously. “I was worried I overdressed.” His eyebrows lifted. “I was worried I underdressed.” Your eyes traveled over him again before smiling. “I think we’re both okay.” “I think,” he said, unable to stop looking at you, “you’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” Heat rushed into your cheeks as he handed you the flowers. You put them inside and you thanked him quietly before he offered you his arm like an old fashioned gentleman. The drive felt different from the first date. The comfortable teasing was still there, but underneath it was something quieter, more meaningful. He rested one hand on the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against his leg, a detail you noticed after a few minutes. “You nervous?” you asked. “What makes you say that?” “You’ve tapped that same rhythm for three stoplights.” He looked down at his hand and chuckled under his breath. “Didn’t realize I was doing that.” Without saying anything else, you reached across the center console and slipped your hand into his. His fingers wrapped around yours immediately, warm and steady. He glanced over for only a second before looking back at the road, a smile spreading across his face. “That helps.” “Good.” He squeezed your hand once, leaving your fingers intertwined for the rest of the drive. When he finally pulled into the valet circle, your mouth slowly fell open. “This place?” It was the nicest restaurant in the city, the kind people made reservations for months in advance. Warm lights glowed through enormous windows, a pianist played softly somewhere inside, and expensive cars lined the entrance. You looked over at him.

“Toji…” “What?” “You didn’t have to do this.” “I know.” He smiled. “I wanted to.” Dinner was somehow even better than the restaurant itself. Between bites of incredible food, you laughed over stories from work, and gently teased one another until your cheeks hurt from smiling. Hours slipped by without either of you noticing. Eventually your plates were cleared away. “I think we’re finished,” you told the waiter with a contented sigh. “Actually,” the waiter replied with a knowing smile, “there’s one more thing.”He said while looking at Toji. Toji winked at the guy. You were nervous now. He returned a moment later carrying a small slice of chocolate cake. You smiled politely until the plate was set in front of you. Written carefully in chocolate around the edge were four simple words. “Will you be mine?” You stared. Then looked at the cake again. Then at Toji. He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking nothing like the confident man who had walked into your apartment earlier. His cheeks were bright red. He laughed quietly, more from nerves than amusement. “So…” he said. “I had this whole speech planned.” You couldn’t stop smiling. “I realized halfway through dinner I’d forgotten every word.” You laughed through the tears beginning to gather in your eyes. He leaned forward, his elbows resting lightly on the table. “I know we haven’t known each other for that long” He smiled softly. “But every morning I think about you.” “Every afternoon I find an excuse to talk to you. You’ve become my favorite part of every day.” His voice grew quieter. “I don’t really care what we call it…i’m not sure if girlfriend is still the term anymore?” His eyes met yours. You laughed nervously. “I just know I want to keep choosing you.” “So…” He nodded toward the plate with an embarrassed grin. “Will you be mine?” For a moment you couldn’t speak.

Instead, you stood from your chair, walked around the table, and wrapped your arms tightly around him. He let out a surprised laugh as he stood to meet you, immediately hugging you back. “You didn’t answer,” he murmured into your hair. You pulled back just enough to look at him. “You really need me to say it?” “I’d like to hear it.” You cupped his face, smiling. “I would love to be yours Mr. Fushiguro” His shoulders visibly relaxed. “Yeah?” You nodded. “Yes, Toji, I’m yours.” The biggest smile you’d ever seen spread across his face. He laughed, a genuine, relieved laugh, and pulled you into another hug, holding you close in the middle of the restaurant while a few nearby diners quietly applauded. Neither of you cared. For the first time in a long time, both of you felt exactly where you were supposed to be. ~ Neither of you spoke for a moment after leaving the restaurant. The cool evening air wrapped around you as Toji held the door open, his hand naturally finding yours once you stepped onto the sidewalk. Your fingers intertwined without either of you thinking about it, and the memory of the little slice of cake, the chocolate lettering, and the way he’d stumbled through his confession replayed in your mind, making your heart feel impossibly light. He paid the valet, thanked the attendant, and opened the passenger door for you. Before you climbed in, you reached up and cupped his face, squishing it. “My boyfriend,” you said with a smile that you couldn’t seem to wipe away. His ears turned pink as he looked at you, clearly trying and failing to hide how much that affected him. “…I like the sound of that.” “So do I.” He leaned down, giving you a soft kiss before helping you into the car. The drive home was filled with comfortable silence and occasional laughter. Every few minutes you’d glance over at him, only to find him already smiling to himself. At a red light, he looked over and caught you staring. “What?” he asked. “You keep smiling.” “So do you.” “I can’t help it.” “Neither can I.” You leaned across the center console and gave him a quick kiss while the car was stopped, and he smiled against your lips, resting his forehead against yours for just a second before the light turned green.

“Back to driving,” you said with a quiet laugh. “Yes, ma’am.” He pulled away smoothly, one hand returning to the steering wheel while the other reached across the console for yours. You slipped your fingers between his, and he squeezed them gently. “I’ve been thinking,” he admitted after a few minutes. “About what?” “I spent days trying to figure out how to ask you to be my girlfriend.” You smiled. “And?” “I forgot the speech…” he chuckled to himself, “…but I think I got the important part right.” You looked out the window for a moment before turning back to him. “You did.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “I’m really happy Doll.” “So am I.” The rest of the drive home passed with your hand in his, both of you smiling like teenagers every time your eyes met.

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[lovelounge]

17 years

- Jujutsu Kaisen

part I

Toji Fushiguro x Reader

fluff | 18+ | smut

word count - 7.7k

Summary: The firm you work at decides to go out one night for drinks. Everyone invited, you go without thinking tonight would change everything. An older man you worked with approached you and had a small conversation with you. It lasted long enough in his head for him to start wondering if he could pull someone 17 years younger without embarrassing himself.

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The live jazz bar was tucked between two brick buildings downtown, its glowing amber sign reflected in the rain-slick sidewalk. It wasn’t the sort of place any of you expected the senior partners to choose for the firm’s monthly social outing, but no one complained once the quartet started playing. A saxophone drifted lazily through the room while conversations blended with the soft clink of cocktail glasses. You’d only been at the firm for six months, long enough to know everyone’s names, but not long enough to really know anyone. Especially not Mr. Fushiguro. He was one of the firm’s best litigators. Forty-Three. Brilliant in court. Intimidatingly quiet around the office. The type to arrive before sunrise, leave after sunset, and somehow never seem tired. Most associates only knew him through whispered stories about impossible deadlines and courtroom victories. The two of you had exchanged maybe a handful of words since you’d started: “Morning.” “Thanks.” “Could you sign this?” That was the extent of your relationship. Until tonight.

You found yourself standing beside him while waiting for drinks, the bartender buried beneath a dozen orders. “You escaped the tax attorneys too?” you asked with a small smile. He glanced sideways. “Was it that obvious?” “They’ve been arguing over depreciation schedules for twenty minutes.” A genuine laugh escaped him, low, warm, and completely unexpected. “I was wondering how long it’d take someone else to notice.” The conversation unfolded naturally after that. You learned he actually liked jazz, not just the playlists people put on during dinner parties, and he quietly pointed out the bassist, explaining why he was so talented. You admitted you’d never been here before despite always wanting to. “So why didn’t you?” he asked. You shrugged. “I guess I kept waiting for someone to ask.” His eyes lingered on you for a brief second. “…Their loss.” Heat crept into your cheeks before you quickly changed the subject. “Everyone at work says you’re terrifying.” “They do?” “You’ve built quite the reputation.” “I just don’t like meetings.” You laughed. “I don’t think that’s what they’re afraid of.” Another chuckle slipped from him. “You’re a lot easier to talk to than everyone else at the office,” he admitted. “I was just thinking the same thing.” He raised an eyebrow. “Really?” “I thought you’d be impossible.” “…And?” “You’re surprisingly normal.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Careful.” “What?” “I’ve got a reputation to maintain.” You laughed and looked at him, “I’m good at keeping secrets” you said making him smirk.

“You know,” he said after taking a sip of his bourbon, “you’re different than I expected.” You tilted your head. “Good different?” “Yeah.” He looked at you for a second before continuing. “You’re easy to talk to.” “Funny,” you smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing.” His mouth tugged into another grin. “Most people spend five minutes with me trying to impress me.” “Should I be trying harder?” “Depends.” “On?” He looked you up and down for only a brief moment before meeting your eyes again. “…What you’re trying to accomplish.” A warmth settled in your cheeks that had nothing to do with the bourbon.

For a quiet moment, neither of you spoke. The music filled the silence comfortably while people laughed around you. Then Toji let out a small breath through his nose, shaking his head with the faintest smile. “…You’re trouble.” “Me?” you laughed. “I haven’t done anything.” “Exactly.” His expression softened just enough to lose that intimidating edge everyone at work knew so well. “You’re twenty-six, right?” “Yes” you confirmed. He nodded slowly, looking into his glass before speaking again. “I’m forty-three.” “I know.” “…Seventeen years.” “I can do math.” That earned another laugh from him.

He studied you for another second before looking away with an amused shake of his head. “You’re too young for me.” Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Says who?” “Says me.” “You don’t even know if I’m flirting with you.” His eyes met yours immediately. “…You aren’t?” He asked, reading your face. You smiled and rolled your eyes. “I don’t think seventeen years is bad.” you finally said. He looked at you, unable to hide the smile threatening the corner of his mouth. “You’re making this difficult.” “Maybe you just like talking to me.” “…Maybe I do.”

Before either of you could say another word, one of the senior partners appeared beside him, lightly clapping a hand against his shoulder. “Fushiguro, there you are. I need to steal you for a minute… we’ve got a client asking about that settlement.” Toji closed his eyes for half a second, clearly annoyed by the interruption. “Of course.” He looked back at you, almost like he was about to say something else, but the partner was already leading him away into another conversation across the room. You smiled to yourself before returning to your coworkers, figuring that was the end of it. Yet every so often throughout the rest of the evening, you’d catch him glancing across the crowded jazz bar. Sometimes while listening to another attorney speak. Sometimes while pretending to pay attention to a conversation he clearly didn’t want to be part of. Each time your eyes met, he’d look away a second too late. The conversation had ended unfinished, but somehow it felt less like an ending and more like something that had quietly, unexpectedly begun.

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Monday morning arrived far too quickly. The relaxed atmosphere of the jazz club had vanished, replaced by polished dress shoes echoing across marble floors, ringing office phones, and neatly stacked case files waiting on every desk. You’d almost convinced yourself Friday night had simply been a pleasant conversation that wouldn’t amount to anything. Toji hadn’t acknowledged you when he’d passed your office earlier that morning, and you figured he’d returned to being the reserved senior attorney everyone knew. You were halfway through organizing exhibits for an upcoming deposition when a familiar shadow fell across your desk. Looking up, you nearly forgot what you were doing. Toji stood there with one hand tucked into his pocket, tie loosened just enough to suggest he’d already had a long morning. “Busy Friday night?” he asked quietly.

Your eyes widened. “I don’t think so.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “There’s another jazz club a few blocks from my apartment. Smaller place. Better musicians.” He paused for a second before adding, “Thought you might like it.” Your heart beat just a little faster. You weren’t expecting him to actually ask. “As… coworkers?” you teased, trying to sound more confident than you felt. His eyes softened with amusement. “Unless you’d prefer otherwise.” Heat rushed into your face, and you looked down at the papers scattered across your desk to hide the smile threatening to give you away. “…I’d love to go.” He nodded once, looking almost relieved. “Seven?” “Seven works.” “I’ll pick you up.” Before anyone nearby could become too curious, he gave you one last glance and continued down the hallway as if he’d only stopped to discuss a case.

The rest of the week became strangely unbearable. Not because anything happened, but because nothing did. Toji never lingered around your office, never gave anyone a reason to suspect anything, and never spoke to you unless work required it. Yet every time you walked into a conference room, you somehow found him already there. Every time you looked up during a meeting, he was already looking away. Sometimes you’d catch his reflection in the glass walls of the conference rooms, only for him to return his attention to whatever brief was in front of him the moment your eyes met. It became an unspoken game neither of you acknowledged. Small smiles. Fleeting glances. Passing one another in the hallway just slowly enough to exchange a quiet “Morning.” Somehow, those tiny moments became the highlight of your day.

By Wednesday afternoon, you couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You practically dragged your best friend and fellow associate, Mia, into the firm’s break room during lunch. The moment the door closed behind you, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Okay… what’s going on?” You tried, and failed, to suppress your grin. “So…” “Oh my God.” She pointed dramatically. “You’re smiling before you’ve even started talking.” “I may… have plans Friday.” “With?” “Someone…” Silence. Complete silence. She blinked once. Then twice.

“Someone??!???” she asked slowly. You nodded. “You’re not going to tell us?” Another nod. She stared at you for a full five seconds before both hands flew onto the sides of her head. “I just… want it to be personal for now… he is older” you said making their eyes wide. “How old” “Forty-two…” They both did math in their head. “That’s like twenty years?” “SEVENTEEN YEARS?!” she practically shouted, causing someone outside the break room to glance through the window. She lowered her voice only slightly. “He’s a DILF?!” You burst into laughter, quickly shushing her. “He’s not-” “HE IS!” she whisper-yelled. You covered your burning face with your hands while she paced circles around the tiny break room like she’d just uncovered the firm’s biggest scandal. “Does HR know?” she gasped theatrically. “Should I know? Does he know?” You laughed so hard your stomach hurt. “Calm down.” “No! I refuse!” She grabbed your shoulders. “Tell me everything. What are you wearing? Where’s he taking you? Did he smell good? Is he tall?” You couldn’t stop smiling yourself now. “…How tall” “Six- One” Mia slapped the countertop. “That’s it. I need to see this man” She begged.

When lunch ended and the two of you stepped back into the hallway, Mia leaned close enough that only you could hear. “Just… be careful.” You looked at her curiously. She smiled warmly. “Not because of the age difference. Honestly I don’t care about that. Just because…he might not want anything serious.” She glanced toward the litigation wing where Fushiguro’s office sat at the end of the corridor. “Mr. Fushiguro… he is about that age too right?They get weird.. don’t let people in.” Her smile grew softer. Before you could answer, Toji stepped out of a conference room carrying a stack of files. His eyes found yours for only a heartbeat before a faint smile crossed his face, you smiled back. “Afternoon” he said while walking past. Your cheeks turned pink.

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Friday seemed to drag on forever. You’d barely been able to focus all day, your eyes wandering to the clock every few minutes as your coworkers teased you for checking your phone so often. Toji approached you when you were on your lunch break “Are we still on for seven?” he asked, you nodded and smiled. “Could I get your number? So I you can text me your address” he asked while pulling out his phone. He had a new phone, but an old Otter Box phone-case. You wanted to laugh but didn’t. He didn’t know how to get a new contact so you did it for him. He smiled and put your name in, he smiled at his phone. You wanted to peek over but didn’t. “Thank you, i’ll text you” he said before leaving. After getting home, you changed outfits three different times before finally settling on a simple dress that felt elegant without looking like you’d tried too hard. Just as you finished putting on your earrings, your phone buzzed.

Hello. 😀

A minute later.

I am outside whenever you are ready.

Then, thirty seconds after that:

Take your time.

Another message appeared almost immediately.

No rush. 👍

You couldn’t help but laugh. You slipped your phone into your purse, smiling to yourself. “These texts remind me of my grandpa,” you muttered under your breath. Stepping outside, you immediately spotted his dark Audi waiting at the curb. The moment he saw you, he climbed out to open your door before you could reach it. Tonight, he’d traded his usual work suit for charcoal slacks, polished black loafers, and a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. It was simple, but effortlessly handsome. His hair wasn’t gelled back it fell nicely. He looked… younger. “Hi” he greeted with a small smile. “Hi.” His eyes drifted over you for a second before meeting yours again. “You look beautiful.” The compliment caught you completely off guard, your cheeks warming instantly. “Thank you.” You smiled shyly. “You clean up pretty well yourself.” He laughed quietly. “I’d hope so. I do own mirrors.”

Once you settled into the passenger seat, Toji fiddled with his phone. “…Hang on.” You watched him tap the navigation screen once. Nothing happened. He tapped it again. “Why…” One more press, and somehow the map zoomed into the middle of Malaysia. He sighed under his breath. “You’ve got to be kidding me...” You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. He looked over at you with a completely serious expression. “I swear it worked earlier.” “It thinks we’re vacationing.” “I noticed.” You reached toward the screen. “Can I?” “Please.” Within seconds, you exited the route he’d somehow started and entered the correct address. “There.” He stared at the screen for a long second. “…How did you do that?” “I pressed ‘End Route.’” “…There was an End Route button?” “Mhm.” He leaned back against the seat, rubbing the back of his neck before laughing quietly to himself. “I’m too old for technology.” You shook your head with a grin. “No, you’re not.” “I’m forty-two.” “And? I’ve accepted my fate.” “You sound eighty.” “I felt eighty trying to use that GPS.”

The image of the intimidating senior litigator losing a battle against his own navigation system made you laugh even harder. Hearing you laugh only made him chuckle too, the embarrassment fading into amusement. “…Don’t tell anyone at work about this,” he said. “So there is something that scares Mr. Fushiguro.” “Modern electronics.” “I’ll keep your secret.” “You’d better.” He pulled away from the curb, and before long the city lights began sliding past the windows. The conversation picked up almost exactly where it had ended at the first jazz bar, easy and unforced, as though you’d simply paused it for a week instead of saying goodbye.

You talked about your first few months at the firm, ridiculous clients, and the bizarre things people had actually argued in court. Somehow the conversation drifted to books, old movies, and favorite restaurants around the city. You learned he preferred driving with the windows cracked, even with the air conditioning running, because he liked hearing the sounds of the city outside. He admitted he still owned shelves full of CDs in his apartment. “You still use CDs?” you asked, trying not to smile. “I like them, they’re easier than the phones” He said while taking a turn with such ease. “You’re lucky you’re young” he added, “And you’re lucky you’re handsome.” The words slipped out before you had the chance to stop them. The moment they left your mouth, your eyes widened. “…Sorry,” you mumbled quickly, turning your attention toward the window. “That just kind of…” “…Slipped?” he finished for you. You nodded, refusing to look at him. “…Yeah.” For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then you heard him laugh softly. “…I’m glad it did.” When you finally gathered the courage to glance over, he was smiling, not the polite smile everyone at the office knew, but something quieter, almost shy, like the compliment had genuinely caught him off guard.

The rest of the drive settled into a comfortable silence, broken only every so often by another easy conversation or a joke that made one of you laugh. It didn’t feel awkward in the slightest. If anything, it felt surprisingly natural, like you’d known each other far longer than a single conversation at a jazz bar and a week of stolen glances across the office. As the glowing sign of the club finally came into view, Toji pulled into a parallel parking space and shut off the engine. For a brief second, neither of you reached for the door. You simply sat there, the soft hum of jazz drifting faintly from the building ahead, both smiling to yourselves as if you were quietly realizing the same thing. This didn’t really feel like two coworkers grabbing drinks anymore. It felt like a first date. He got out and opened your door for you, helping you out. Your hand was soft in his, he noticed your fresh manicure. It was very clean and feminine.

He looked down at your feet in heels, you had french tips, also freshly done. He smiled to himself, you didn’t ask why. The evening air was warm, carrying the distant sounds of laughter and live music from farther down the street. As you adjusted the strap of your small purse on your shoulder, he extended a hand toward you. “…Can I?” he asked. You looked down at your purse before back at him. He nodded. “I’ll carry it.” You couldn’t help but smile as you handed it over. Compared to him, the little purse looked almost comically small hanging from his fingers. “You know you don’t have to do that.” “I know.” “So why are you?” He shrugged one shoulder. “…Feels rude not to.” As the two of you started toward the club, you noticed that every time you naturally drifted closer to the street, Toji quietly guided you back toward the inside of the sidewalk. Sometimes it was the lightest touch against the middle of your back, other times he simply stepped around you until he was walking nearest the traffic instead. After the third time, you finally looked up at him. “…You’re doing that on purpose.” “Hm?” “Keeping me away from the road.” He glanced at you before looking ahead again. “My mother would’ve smacked me if I let a woman walk on the outside.” You smiled warmly. “She raised you well.” “I’d like to think so.”

The glowing sign of the jazz club came into view, warm light spilling onto the sidewalk as the muffled sound of a trumpet floated through the front doors. Before you could reach for the handle, Toji stepped ahead of you, pulling the heavy wooden door open with one hand and gesturing you inside. “After you.” You laughed softly as you walked past him. “You really are old-fashioned.” “I kind of like it.” That earned a small smile from him before he followed you inside. He walked with you, leading you through the softly lit room toward a pair of seats at the polished wooden bar, only a few feet away from the stage where the quartet was finishing their first song.

Before you had the chance to sit down, Toji reached for your chair and pulled it out for you. You looked at him with an amused smile as you took your seat, and once you were comfortable, he gently slid the chair back in before sitting beside you himself. “You’ve done this before,” you teased. “I’ve been on a date or two.” “Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. He looked at you with the faintest smirk. “…Jealous?” You rolled your eyes, unable to hide your grin. “Maybe just a little.” His quiet laugh blended with the smooth notes of the saxophone as he carefully placed your purse on the empty stool beside him instead of setting it on the floor. Watching him fuss over something as small as your purse made you smile to yourself. Your best friend hadn’t been exaggerating beneath the intimidating reputation and courtroom confidence, Toji really was a gentleman.

The bartender had barely made it over before Toji nodded toward the menu. “We’ll have two old fashioneds.” You looked over at him, surprised. “You remembered?” He glanced your way with a small shrug. “You ordered one last week.” You smiled despite yourself. “I’m impressed.” “I have a decent memory.” “Clearly.” A small basket of warm bread arrived a few minutes later, and before long your drinks followed. The conversation picked up exactly where it had left off in the car. You spoke about embarrassing stories from law school, impossible deadlines, travel, and the odd habits your coworkers had. Every topic seemed to lead effortlessly into another, and with each drink, the conversation became even easier. Toji laughed far more than he ever did at the office, and every time he did, it became a little harder to picture him as the intimidating attorney everyone seemed afraid to approach.

By the time you were finishing your second drink, you leaned a little closer. “Where are the bathrooms?” He immediately set his glass down. “I’ll show you.” “You don’t have to…” “I know.” He stood anyway. You shrugged on your coat before instinctively reaching for your purse, only for him to hold out his hand. “I’ve got it.” You smiled, handing both your purse and coat over without another word. He walked you to the hallway near the restrooms before stopping just outside the entrance. “I’ll be here.” When you returned a few minutes later, he was exactly where he’d said he’d be, one hand tucked into his pocket while your purse and neatly folded coat rested over his arm. He looked up the moment he heard the door open. “Everything okay?” “Yeah.” You smiled. “Thanks for waiting.” “Of course.”

As the band began packing up for the evening, you looked toward the front windows where the streets glowed beneath old-fashioned street lamps. “Do you want to go for a walk?” you asked. His answer came almost immediately. “I would love to” He settled the bill before you could even reach for it, ignoring your quiet protest with nothing more than, “You can argue with me next time.” A few moments later the two of you stepped outside, the cool night air replacing the warmth of the jazz club. The old brick streets were still alive with people wandering between restaurants and cafés, music drifting from open windows as you walked side by side without any particular destination in mind.

A few blocks later, the sound of a live singer echoed across the sidewalk from a small Italian restaurant with patio seating. Couples and families clapped along as a guitarist played beside the tables, the melody spilling into the street. Without thinking much about it, or perhaps because of the couple of drinks you’d had, you turned toward Toji and held out your hand. “Dance with me.” He blinked, looking from your hand to the small crowd. “…Here?” “Why not?” He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as if he already knew he was going to lose this argument. “…You’re impossible.” “That’s not a no.” Another laugh escaped him before he slipped his hand into yours. You pulled him toward the music, smiling as he awkwardly fell into step. “I haven’t done this in years,” he admitted. “Then you’re overdue.” He chuckled, relaxed, and after a few moments gently spun you beneath his arm. You laughed as your dress flared slightly, catching yourself when you faced him again. He was smiling now, openly this time, and for the first time since you’d met him, the serious attorney from the office seemed to disappear completely, replaced by a man simply enjoying a warm summer night with someone whose company he genuinely liked.

The music carried through the street as the two of you continued laughing, surrounded by strangers who didn’t seem to mind the little crowd forming around the guitarist. A mischievous grin crossed your face. “My turn.” Before Toji could ask what you meant, you gently tugged on his hand and spun him beneath your arm instead. Your hand not being able to really go over him you jumped up so it would. For a split second he looked completely bewildered, turning a full circle before stopping to face you again. A surprised laugh escaped him, full and genuine, louder than any you’d heard from him before. “You really just spun me?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “You needed to be humbled,” you teased. “Is that right?” “Absolutely.”

Before you could react, he stepped closer, one arm sliding carefully around your waist while the other still held your belongings. In one smooth motion, he lifted you off the ground with an ease that made your eyes widen. You were eye level with him now, high in the air. A laugh bursted from your lips as your instinctive reaction was to lightly hold onto his shoulders. “Fushiguro!” you squealed between laughs. Instead of setting you back down, he simply started walking with you pressed against him, weaving away from the small crowd still gathered around the music. “I said I wanted to dance” you protested through your laughter. He looked down at you with an amused smile. “Not if you’re the one spinning me, doll.” The nickname caught you completely off guard, making you laugh from getting nervous. “You’re impossible.”

Only once your laughter settled, and after you made no real attempt to argue with him anymore, did he gently lower you back onto your feet. His hand lingered just long enough to make sure you were steady before slipping away again. “Better?” he asked. You looked up at him with a grin you couldn’t hide. “Maybe.” “Maybe?” “You still owe me one proper dance.” He smiled to himself, shaking his head as the two of you began the slow walk back toward his car. The streets had grown quieter now, most restaurants beginning to close as the warm glow of streetlights reflected against the old brick sidewalks. Neither of you felt much need to fill the silence. Every now and then your shoulders brushed as you walked, and each time, neither of you made any effort to move away. It had gotten late without either of you noticing, a sign, perhaps, that the best evenings were the ones where time slipped by unnoticed.

Toji unlocked the car with a quiet click before walking around to your side, opening the passenger door as naturally as he’d held every other door that evening. “After you,” he said. You smiled as you slid into the seat, smoothing your dress before buckling yourself in. A moment later he settled behind the wheel, started the engine, and stared at his phones navigation screen with an almost defeated expression. He plugged his phone in which then turned on the carplay. “…I am not fighting with this thing again.” You laughed immediately. “Already giving up?” “I’m choosing peace.” “Would you…?” You leaned over with a smile. Using his cars screen you tapped the search bar, you then realized it was already connected to his contacts. The moment you typed the first number of your address, your contact appeared at the top of the screen. “Doll ❤️”. Beneath it sat your full address, already saved. Your smile slowly spread across your face. “…Oh?” The silence lingered just long enough for Toji to follow your gaze. He looked at the screen, then immediately cleared his throat, his ears turning noticeably pink. “…Right.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly far more interested in the steering wheel than looking at you. “It was…inappropriate.” “No.” “It was.” “It isn’t.” He finally glanced at you, almost shyly. “You don’t mind?” You shook your head. “I think it’s sweet.” His shoulders visibly relaxed. “…Good.” You tapped your contact, letting the route begin. “There,” you smiled. “Now you don’t have to wrestle with technology anymore.” A quiet laugh left him as he pulled away from the curb. “I’ve got one thing figured out.” “The Gps?” He smiled to himself, eyes still on the road. “…No.” Your cheeks warmed all over again, and for the rest of the drive home, every glance at the navigation screen made that little heart beside your name impossible to ignore.

The drive back was quieter than the ride there, but not in an awkward way. The comfortable silence settled between you while soft jazz played through the speakers, the city lights passing across the windshield in long streaks of gold. Every so often one of you would point something out, a restaurant you wanted to try, an old building downtown, a funny billboard, and the conversation would start up again before fading naturally. As Toji shifted gears, his hand came to rest on the center console beside you. His fingers relaxed around the gear shift, and his pinkie reached out and brushed your thigh. It was such a small, almost accidental touch that you weren’t even sure he’d noticed it. Till he lingered there and his pinkie moved back and forth softly. Your heart immediately began pounding in your chest. A moment later, as he shifted again, the back of his finger lightly grazed your thigh before returning to the gear. Neither of you acknowledged it. He simply kept his eyes on the road, though you could’ve sworn the corner of his mouth hinted at the smallest smile.

When he pulled into your apartment complex, he put the car in park and walked around to open your door before you even grabbed your bag. “You don’t have to walk me up,” you said as the two of you started toward the building. “I know,” he replied simply. Even so, he followed you, climbing all three flights of stairs without a single complaint, still carrying your purse until you reached your door. You unlocked the apartment, then turned back toward him with a soft smile. “…Thank you. Tonight was really nice.” “It was,” he agreed quietly. Without thinking too much about it, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. Going on your tippy toes, he hugged you back almost immediately, both of his hands came around your waist slowly. He squeezed lightly and his hands completely covered your whole stomach, his left hands fingertips touching his right ones. His eyes opened with surprise, his hands were huge compared to you. When the hug ended, neither of you stepped away right away. His hands lingered at your waist for another heartbeat, reluctant to let go, his expression soft in the warm hallway light. His hand came up and tucked your hair behind your ear. His thumb reached out and gently brushed your lip. His eyes looking at your lips, “Goodnight” he said with a small smile. “Goodnight beautiful” He said shyly, you smiled and went back on your tippy toes. You kissed his cheek quickly before coming back down. He smiled, you looked away and smiled. “Thank you for everything..” you said quietly. He didn’t ask to come inside or make the moment awkward. He simply gave your waist the gentlest squeeze before letting his hands fall away, offering one last lingering glance before turning toward the stairwell, leaving you smiling to yourself as you quietly closed the apartment door behind you.

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Saturday afternoon was quiet. You’d spent most of the morning lazily cleaning your apartment, still smiling to yourself thinking about last night. Around one o’clock, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. Expecting it to be your best friend, you reached over and unlocked it. Instead, it was a text from Toji. There wasn’t a message, just a photo. You opened it, immediately laughing. Sitting in the storage compartment of his passenger side door was your favorite tube of lip gloss, the one you’d been digging through your purse for before leaving the jazz club. Somehow, it had slipped out and stayed behind in his car. His finger halfway in the camera frame. You quickly typed back.

I’m sorry I left it!

Only a few seconds passed before the typing bubble appeared.

That’s OK Doll. I can bring it to work on Monday for you. 😘

Your eyes widened at the screen.

Almost immediately another message came through.

I mean’t 👌

Then another.

Sorry.

You couldn’t stop laughing. You could practically picture the embarrassed expression on his face as he’d frantically tried to fix the mistake. Smiling to yourself, you typed your reply.

That’s okay, see you Monday. 😘

The typing bubble appeared again for a moment… then disappeared, then appeared again, then disappeared. A message finally popped up.

😳

That’s all he put, you laughed and sat down on your couch. Blushing at his response. He was such a dad. You smiled every time your phone buzzed for the rest of Saturday hoping it was him. Around eight that evening, while you were curled up on your couch watching a movie, his name lit up your screen again.

How was your day?

You smiled and replied. The conversation was brief he told you goodnight around 10pm. He sent a picture of a black cat asleep in bed, you could see him in the reflection of a mirror in the back of the picture. He was in bed, he wore glasses and his hair was wet and messy. He has no shirt on, his muscles were huge. A small smile on his face as he was taking the picture. His room was very clean from what you could see, low lights and super modern. His sheets were a dark grey and looked expensive. You looked at the photo for what felt like 5 hours. Zoomed into him in the mirror. You hit your head on the pillow and groaned. “Why is he so hot?” you asked yourself.

Sunday afternoon found you sitting outside with Mia, the two of you sharing appetizers at a little café after doing some shopping. Your phone vibrated against the table, and without thinking you opened it. A photograph filled your screen. Bright blue water stretched endlessly beneath a cloudless sky, the edge of a sleek white boat visible in the corner of the picture. A pair of sunglasses rested on the seat beside him, and the ocean shimmered in the afternoon sun.

On my boat for the day. Hope you are doing well Doll.

A warmth spread across your face before you even realized you were smiling. You bit your lip and started to text back.

Across the table, Mia narrowed her eyes. “…What the hell are you looking at?” You looked up much too quickly “Nothing.” “Y/n.” “It’s nothing.” She leaned farther across the table, trying to peek at your phone. “You’re blushing.” “I am not.” “You absolutely are.” She pointed dramatically.“That man texted you again, didn’t he?” You tried to hide your smile by taking a sip of your drink. “…Maybe.” Mia gasped loudly enough to earn a glance from another table.

“The Dilf!” You buried your face in one hand, laughing “Mia…” “What?” “He called you ‘Doll’?” you moved your phone away from her. She laughed. Your silence answered for you. She leaned back in her chair with the most satisfied grin imaginable. “That’s hot.” You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you looked back down at the picture of the ocean. Before Mia could tease you any further, you typed a reply.

Looks beautiful. I hope you’re having fun. Be safe out there!

A few seconds later, the little “Read” notification appeared.

Then…

Thank you, I should take you out here soon. ☀️

See you tomorrow.

Somehow, Monday morning didn’t seem so far away anymore.

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Monday morning felt almost unreal after the weekend. You’d barely made it through the first few hours without smiling whenever you thought about his messages. By lunchtime, you and Mia were sitting in the break room picking at your food while she complained about an impossible client. The door opened, and Toji stepped inside, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms as he headed straight for the coffee pot. “Morning, Fushiguro,” Mia greeted with her usual grin. “How are you doing today?” He poured himself a cup before answering. “…Very well.” She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s got you in such a good mood?” A small smile crossed his face. “…I met a woman.” Your fork stopped halfway to your mouth. Heat rushed into your cheeks as your heart suddenly pounded in your chest. You stared down at your lunch, afraid that if you looked up, your face would give everything away.

“Dang it!” Mia groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “I wanted a chance!” Toji laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I’m sure you’ll recover.” “I don’t know,” she sighed theatrically. “This is devastating news.” His eyes flickered toward you for the briefest moment before he lifted his coffee. “Have a good afternoon.” “You too,” Mia replied. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room quiet again. Your heart was still racing, and you could hardly believe he’d said that so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The second he was gone, Mia looked across the table at you. “…Poor guy.” You blinked. “What?” “He actually met someone.” “…Yeah.” She sighed dramatically before taking another bite of her lunch. “And here I was rooting for me and him.” You forced out a small laugh, hoping it sounded convincing. “Guess that ship sailed.” Mia nodded sympathetically and went back to eating, completely unaware that the “woman” he’d mentioned was almost certainly you. Meanwhile, you sat frozen in your chair, cheeks still burning, wishing you could disappear into thin air. The break room suddenly felt far too small, and hiding in your office for the rest of the day sounded like an excellent idea.

The rest of the afternoon passed surprisingly normally. You buried yourself in case files, answered emails, and sat through two meetings that seemed to last forever. Every now and then, you’d catch yourself thinking about what he’d said in the break room, only to shake your head and force your attention back to work. By the end of the day, most of the office had begun filtering out. You gathered your laptop, slipped your notebook into your bag, and reached for one last stack of documents sitting on the corner of your desk. Unfortunately, the stack had other plans. The papers slipped right through your hands, scattering across the floor in every direction. “…Oh, come on,” you muttered, dropping to your knees to collect them. A few pages slid underneath your desk, forcing you to lean forward as you stretched to reach them.

“Everything alright?” a familiar voice asked from behind you. Your heart skipped. You turned your head to find Toji standing a few feet away with his briefcase in hand, one eyebrow raised. A strand of your hair falling out of your bun and landing on your face. Then, all at once, you realized exactly how you were positioned. You had leaned forward far enough that your skirt had ridden up slightly, leaving your blue lace underwear for him to see in between your legs. Your eyes widened in horror. “Oh my God…” You immediately sat back onto your heels, smoothing your skirt down as fast as you could, your cheeks burning bright red. When you looked back up, the corner of Toji’s mouth had lifted into an unmistakable smirk.

“…Please pretend you didn’t see that,” you mumbled, covering your face for a second. “I wasn’t looking,” he replied far too quickly. You lowered your hands and gave him an unconvinced look. “You are a terrible liar.” “I am.” A quiet laugh escaped him as he set his briefcase down and crouched beside you, gathering the remaining papers with practiced efficiency. He tapped the stack neatly against the floor before handing it back to you. “There.” You accepted them with a sheepish smile. “…Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” As the two of you stood, he looked at you with that same teasing smirk. “…For the record…” You sighed dramatically. “What?” “I think blue looks good on you.” You laughed despite yourself, covering your face. You both walked toward the elevators and the conversation was silent but charged after that. Mia got into the elevator with you and him and asked you to come over to eat dinner with her. You agreed and as the elevator door opened you felt Toji’s hand graze yours. Almost like a goodbye.

You looked back and smiled at him, he winked. You left and went over to Mia’s. She cooked ramen and you guys ate it on her couch while watching some stupid movie. Your phone buzzed, it was around 1am now. You looked at it and it was Toji, you opened it confused as to why he would be awake.

Thinking about the color blue tonight.

Your heart sank and you choked on your ramen. “Holy shit are you okay?” Mia said while hitting your back. “Yes i’m fine” you replied while clearing your throat. You didn’t even know how to reply to that, was he trying to dirty talk? You didn’t expect that from an older man let alone Mr. Fushiguro. You put your phone down and Mia grabbed it. “The fuck does this mean?” she said “My um.. he saw my underwear and they were blue” you said without really explaining. She screamed. She typed something and you snatched your phone, she sent it before you could stop her.

thinking about you as well daddy

Your heart dropped, “MIA NO” you yelled as it said read. You didn’t even have time to unsend it. You thought she ruined everything for you with that. You stood up and threw your phone on the couch. “He’s going to block me for sure!” You said while not facing her. “He’s typing” she said making you bolt to her grabbing the phone.

Really? I’d love to see you Doll 📸

You both screamed at the reply. She snatched the phone and answered for you.

send me you and i’ll send something back ;)

“NO DON’T-“ she pressed send. You sighed and she laughed hard, “He obviously is into it, he said he was thinking about your panties” she said while it said read. “He is older Mia and we aren’t kids that’s not how I text either” you groaned while shutting off your phone. “What if he gets weirded out?” you said, “He calls you Doll, he is totally a freak” she said completely relaxed. “Just wait he’ll send something” you sighed and wanted to tell her who it was so she would be equally as terrified. You refrained and went to grab your keys. She apologized but you just wanted to go home. Thinking she ruined your chances with him. She felt incredibly bad. Your phone buzzed and you hesitated. You opened it and your jaw dropped. He send a picture, he really sent one. His dorkish smile with his glasses hanging low on his nose found your attention first. His messy hair on his forehead made you bite your lip, then, his large shoulders made your eyes widen. He didn’t have a shirt on, he was extremely vascular and buff. A vein went up his neck and you made a small noise to yourself.

I feel old… Not sure on what to send. Is this good?

He typed right after, you wanted to scream. You typed back quickly.

you look so handsome, give me a second. i’m leaving mia’s house and on the way home. i’ll text you when i get there.

Drive safe Doll, do you have Zelle?

yes i’m surprised you know what that is 😂

You sat your phone down, going way over the speed limit to get home. Your phone buzzed again and it was a notification from Zelle. “Toji Fushiguro send $500 with ZELLE for “Gas 😉”” Your eyes widened. “No way” you said to yourself. His message popped up and you pressed it.

Hope that is enough. If not let me know.

You opened your apartment quickly and slammed the door shut. Locking it and running to the bathroom. You stripped down and turned on your shower. You fixed yourself in the mirror and touched up your makeup, you ran in the shower and wet your hair, running back out laughing at yourself and wrapping a towel loosely around your chest. You held it and went to the mirror you had. Letting your chest show right to where your nipples were. Covering the first slice of them you could see, your right one out just a little bit. “This is so stupid” you said under your breath before giggling. You tried to pose sexily. The mirror was foggy and you took a picture. You looked hot, biting the side of your cheek like the picture was casual, though it would send him over the edge. You bit your lip and pressed send.

sorry, i was in the shower, didn’t mean to take so long to reply. that’s more than enough, you didn’t have to send that at all..

Your fingers hesitated before you said fuck it to yourself. You typed “thank you handsome” he read it and didn’t reply for almost 15 minutes. you already took your actual shower and got into bed by the time he finally texted you back.

What a Doll, you’re unreal. Let me spoil you.

You screamed, probably waking up your neighbors. He texted again and you bit your lip.

It’s late, get some sleep princess.

You squirmed around in bed with excitement. You struggled to sleep that night. In the morning, you took another shower and then got ready for work. Nervous and excited to see him again. Once you got to work you walked into your room and your mouth parted slightly. There were white roses sitting nicely in a vase on your desk. You walked over quickly and read the small card. In very nice cursive handwriting, “Pretty like you my Doll” with a tiny crooked heart next to it. You made a groan noise from wanting to go to his office and rip off his clothes.

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JINX - T.F.

Synopsis. Toji Fushiguro: MMA light heavyweight champion, tyrant in the ring, the strongest man in the world. But after a sudden losing streak leaves him without his title, Toji realizes that he suffers from a certain…jinx. The cure: you, his new physical therapist - and what’s between those pretty legs of yours!

Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!physical therapist!reader, MMA fighter!Toji, Jinx (the manhwa) AU, he’s mean, matches, slight vioIence (to his opponents), Shiu cameo, jinxes, pússydrunk Toji, oraI (fem rec.), face-sítting, fíngering, spítting, p sIapping, SO MUCH manhandling, HEADLOCKS, slight chokíng, rough s, cervíx kíssing, folding you, p talking, he’s rude, creampíes, cúmplay, tasting it, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 12.2k

A/N. PHEW-

“Ouch! Huge overhand right—Toji Fushiguro is on his last leg, ladies and gentlemen and everyone in-between. I repeat-”

Toji scowls as the commentator’s voice bellows in his ears, like lightning flashes of derision through the thunder of the crowd. Those bastards, he seethes, they sure were singing his praises last season…

He sways ever-so-slightly, and throws a punch- misses- then gets hit with an uppercut that he really should’ve dodged.

Should’ve.

“That is some damage- wow! A shocking turn of events for the once-champion, it seems like Toji is already down for the count tonight.” 

The hell are they talking about? He tries to glare down at the table of commentators (which would’ve been easier if said table wasn’t so…tilted).

Why was the world spinning? 

Before he knows it, Toji’s on the mat. He feels the referee rush to his side, slamming the ground in countdown. He feels the crowd roar as he’s announced his defeat, yet again. And in that moment, he knows.

It’s a jinx.

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.

.

“—devastating loss for the man that once ruled the octagon.”

“The latest in his recent losing streak, fans are left wondering when their light heavyweight champion will make his comeback. And what changes have to be made in order to—”

“—almost as if he’s been jinxed, hah!”

You hasten to turn down the volume on your phone. Despite having your earphones connected, all those screams n’ cries n’ protests still melded together into a powerful whirlwind, blaring out from the cheap speakers.

Tinny. The disappointment of the vast audience on-screen was far too much for your device to contain.

And not wishing to draw any more dirty looks from the other passengers on your bus, you muted the video and paused it on a still of Toji Fushiguro.

It was right after his defeat in the preliminaries; his skin glistening in fervent sweat, a cut bleeding from his brow, face scrunched as he rejected the help of someone from his own team. Instead, choosing to get up by himself.

Still silenced, you let the video play on a little longer - and you take in the glump slump of his shoulders. Oh-so-toned. You take in the way he stalks grimly off of the octagon-shaped battleground that the MMA was most famous for.

From here, you could tell that Toji towered above all of the crew- hell, he even towered above his opponent.

So why did he lose?

Alright, so you weren’t an expert in all things mixed-martial arts - but as a physical therapist you think you had some sort of say in the matter!

From here, you determine that this should’ve been an easy win for him. Terribly easy. Practically handed to him: for Toji was built considerably larger, stronger, about 6’3 with a ripped physique that made you understand exactly why the fighter had graced every single sports magazine in existence last season. Every TV show. Every sports exclusive. He’d taken the fighting world by storm at his debut, and he’d held that title ever since.

Infamous.

A wonder to watch on the screen.

A deep v-line. Arms the size of your head.

Those sage, half-lidded eyes of his were intense - especially now, as they blazed with injustice. You could remember feeling them follow your every move, prowling, from the athletics section on every magazine aisle. You think you’d picked up those exact magazines a few times, just to make sure that they weren’t somehow actually following you.

One time, you even remember the shop employee nodding approvingly at your choice.

Everyone knew Toji Fushiguro.

If not from his legendary MMA reputation, then from his irresistible looks. If not from his irresistible looks, then from his reputation as a tyrant in the ring.

If from neither then from his recent streak of losses that shook the fighting world.

It’d come out of nowhere. And no athlete quite expects to lose, but this seemed to have come as a surprise especially to Toji and his team, crew to an athlete that should’ve been at the top of his game.

You ponder - perhaps it was some wear on the joints, or maybe he hasn’t been getting enough electrolytes this season…

You’re pulled out of your little reverie by a cough from the kind ol’ lady seated beside you; the type that was less a necessity of the body, and more a pointed intonation of ‘I don’t know what you’re doing and it seems like neither do you’.

And, suddenly, you realize that you hadn’t just been staring into space as you’d thought- no, you’d been staring (quite passionately) at a paused frame of Toji Fushiguro in all his shirtless, sweaty glory. A close-up of his built figure. A close-up of the tattoo on the side of his toned hip.

Which, you had to admit was quite…attractive- pull yourself together! You turn off the phone that you’d pulled out in the first place for research, lest anyone else on the bus start thinking that you were some kind of pervert (it might already be too late for that, the elderly woman was tittering to herself). Ducking your head in shame, you sigh out in relief as you notice that your stop is near.

“The next stop is Sendagaya Station, Shibuya.” The lilting voice of the conductor rings out, “Please prepare your fares.”

You were glad to finally get off this bus, after a long ride spent toiling to yourself. In no time, you’d paid your fare and was stepping out into the bustling city.

Conveniently, right in front of the gymnasium you were supposed to arrive at: TEAM BLACK, TOKYO MMA GYM. 5F. 

To work for Toji Fushiguro.

You check your watch—five minutes early. Dressed in your crisp scrubs, you adjust the glinting golden badge engraved with your name and your position as physical therapist. 

And then you step in.

The sound of gloves connecting with flesh, of groaning punching bags, and shouts greet you immediately as you enter. There were a multitude of fights that were ongoing in the expansive gym, but there was only one that you couldn’t take your eyes off of - right in the middle, pummeling his bloodied opponent, was Toji Fushiguro.

From around the ring, teammates and coaches were yelling at the dark-haired man to stop. But he doesn’t.

His stone-cold face specks with blood, and he still doesn’t stop. His opponent taps at the mat to halt the match, and he still doesn’t stop. One of the other fighters in the gym runs up to grab him, and he still doesn’t stop.

Ultimately, you watch as it takes about five men to even match Toji’s strength- forget about overpowering.

“What’s wrong with you?!” One of the men cried out, “‘Free sparring’ doesn’t mean you should actually take the guy apart- someone could have gotten injured!”

“You okay? You seemed lost there, man…”

“Is this about the loss from a few weeks ago- eek!” Several of them stumble backwards as Toji glares at them for that particular comment, and suddenly you’re reminded of the match you’d just watched on the way here. That devastating loss.

You look over and can’t help but notice that the man inside the ring right now is much bigger than the one he’d fought during that match. Much stronger, it seems.

And again, you’re wondering - why the hell couldn’t he win?

“The punk wanted to spar, s’not my fuckin’ problem he couldn’t handle it.” Toji grunts, and it’s the first time you’re hearing his low baritone. Slightly husky.

He rolls his eyes as he shoves off the other fighters, and pulls aside the colored ropes ring to step out. Which is when, slowly, magnetically, his eyes meet yours.

“Who’s this?”

Toji’s in front of you in a split-second, his broad shape looming. His twinkling irises staring down. His black t-shirt skin-tight. His scarred lips slightly quirking upwards—

And before you can even think of responding, you hear a call of your name.

From the other side of the gym, a clean-cut man with a slight spattering of scruff was pacing his way over. He was well-built, like the other fighters here, though with an air of authority with which he wielded a clipboard.

In front of you, Toji repeats your name. Like he was tasting it.

“Ah, you must be the new physical therapist!” The man announces once he’s close enough, and you bow politely to which he does the same. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. The name’s Shiu Kong, m’the manager of these animals- so if there’s anything you need to ask, you ask me.”

“Thank you for having me, and for the opportunity.” You smile, seeing Toji’s stunned expression from the edge of your peripheral vision.

He scoffs, “And what do we need a physical therapist for?”

Shiu instantly smacks him with his clipboard, “Have you had one too many blows to the head?” He barks out, in a tone that was the complete opposite of the gentle way he’d spoken to you. “Huh? Have you? Have you forgotten the fact that you’ve done more losing than winning this season-”

“Alright alright-” Toji waves off, “The fuck? They should put you in the ring next.”

And then he turns to you and sweeps his eyes up and down. Deciding to take a chance, you thrust your hand out in the attempt of a handshake- only for him to take it in his much-larger, roughened one. And instead he flips your palm over and bends- almost like he’s bowing, almost like you’re royalty - and grins. “Pleasure.”

He doesn’t introduce himself, he knows he doesn’t have to.

And with only a slight smirk thrown your way, Toji turns on his heel and heads in the direction of one of the clinical-looking rooms in the gymnasium. Away from all the fighting, you assumed that this will be your office going forward.

Toji’s already there when you enter, and he’s-

…shirtless?

His broad back was all on display for you, every curve n’ divot, every one of his eight washboard abs, every flex of his muscles. He was glimmering with a sheen of sweat that brought out just how toned he was- and you think you could see, closer than ever, the inky spirals of a snake on his hip.

“My clothes are soaked in sweat-” Toji turns to look at you, and you feel your heart race at being caught staring. “I can do this in my boxers, right?”

“Ah, yes!” You try to keep your tone even, and help your client - your client - lay down on the examination table. But oh- he really was attractive. Painfully so.

Not even those smokin’ hot magazines and edits on social media (all part of your…research, of course) had done him justice.

But you had a job to do, and you’re getting started right away. “Do you have any specific concerns?” You ask, pulling a thin towel over Toji’s crotch area as he reclines. And he only sighs and rests his head upon his palms, muscles rippling as he does so.

“Just do your thing.”

“Yes, sir.” You nod, “Then, I’ll give you the full body sports oil massage.”

“Mn.”

You start from his broad shoulders, and then down to his pecs.

And he really wasn’t like any of the clients you’d had prior - no one came even close. You could feel the power in his body, the firmness, the training. Any time you glissade your lotionized hands across Toji’s muscles, he grunts- and, oh, you have to squeeze your thighs together to stop from thinking anything stupid.

You kneaded your way down from his bulging biceps, and onto the side of his hips - where you got a really good look at the snake tattoo. You notice that it also had flowers inked around it.

And then onto his thighs…you’re raising them in external rotations. All the while looking up at his ridiculously handsome face to check whether it hurt, you didn’t register the way your hands somewhat struggled to get a proper grasp on his meaty thighs, especially with the sweat.

You didn’t register the way your fingertips slightly scoured downwards-

“Oh, shit!” You hiss, jumping your hand back. In the few seconds that you’d been distracted by his looks, you’d somehow traced the crown head of something long…and hard.

Looking down, you realize that Toji’s erection was throbbing against the thin layer of his boxers. Barely even hidden by the cover of the towel, the lengthy cylindrical outline was there for your eyes to see - and for your hand to accidentally touch.

Your eyes widen.

How was he so big?

“My- my apologies, sir!” You sputter out, resting your treasonous hands against your sides. “It’s a very common physiological response to get hard- ah- an erection during a massage, and it’s completely my mistake for not noticing. Again, my apologies, I completely understand if you wish to-”

“Whaddaya doing just standing there?” Toji cuts you off gruffly, and you look up at his face in surprise. He raises a dark brow, “Aren’t you gonna finish what you started?”

You blink, “Finish what I…”

“The massage.” He cocks his head, though there’s a knowing smile on his lips - how devilish he looked this way. “That damn Shiu’s gonna give me hell if I don’t get it- so hurry it up, will ya?”

That was close. Hastily nodding, you reach over to massage his thigh once more. “Right at once, sir.”

Looking down, you chose not to make eye-contact with him for the rest of the session. Instead, focusing your entire attention on perfectly executing the massage, step by step - you wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened before!

Toji, however, stared at you through his partially-lidded eyes the entire time.

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“That wraps up your treatment for today. Thank you for your patience, Mr. Fushiguro.” You step to the side, giving the athlete the space to stretch out his long limbs and feel the effects of your massage- which, you had to admit yourself, was amongst some of the best in the academy.

He takes his time rolling his shoulders, feeling the way the blood vessels on his muscles flow smoothly. Energized.

“Hm, not bad.” Toji muses, more to himself. “Most of the punks here call me ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Fushiguro’-” He nods at you, “You can just call me Toji.”

“Oh- I’m honored, sir- I mean-” Your veins blister with heat, and you think that the slight quirk of his lips might have something to do with it. “—Toji.” It felt so wrong on your tongue, and yet so right.

And before you can let anything further slip (because, really, you’d never been close enough to a client to address them by their first name, let alone be told to do so after the very first session), you turn away from the handsome man to grab your bag of supplies, your coat, and step to fumble with the door handle. “And now- if that’s all, then I’ll be going now. Have a nice day, sir- I mean-”

As you make your very evident escape, Toji can only watch. Can only stare.

He feels his massive erection still throb furiously between his legs, still ravenous. Like never before. And one of his hands snakes down to squeeze—“How…interesting.”

Before the door swings open once more and in comes Shiu, prattling away something about how you ‘left in such a hurry’ and what a ‘sweet lil’ thing’ you were- Toji casually throws a second hand towel over his lap as his best friend (and manager) comes to slap him on the shoulder. “Feeling refreshed, eh? I can see it in your eyes- with her, we might just have hope about winning that next match.”

“Yeah.” He rasps out, throat dry. Toji watches where you left, he can still feel your soft hands tingling on his skin. “Yeah, we might just.”

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“Fuck-” The champion spits between his clenched canines- well, future champion. But it didn’t hurt to be a lil’ optimistic, did it? “Oh, fuck- I’ve never been fuckin’ harder.”

He didn’t fucking care. Not right now, not when he had his strong hand rested against the glistening tile of the stall. His head bent forwards, his back wet with the pouring shower, his right hand slipped below his v-line and furiously pumping his cock.

Up and down. Up and down.

Fuck, he was jerking himself off like he never had before. Until the friction of his roughened palm left his long, hot length all red n’ raw- and yet, he still wasn’t stopping. Still couldn’t. 

He remembers the feeling of your soft hands on his thighs and Toji bucks-

“F-fuck-” The fighter gnaws down on his scarred bottom lip, trying desperately not to make a sound that will echo out in the gym’s empty locker room. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- s’not supposed to feel this good.” Sure, they had stalls - but right now even the slightest flick of his thumb, right underneath his mushroomy tip, felt so good that he might as well moan out loud.

And the worst part was that he’s sure his very first moan would be your name.

“Fuck, mama, s’not supposed to feel this good.” He snarls, entire body wracking with shivers. The bulging biceps on his arms ripple as he glides his hand down to his base. And all the way back up.

Abs tensing. Veins on his pelvis popping.

With a few more vulgar strokes, he’s hoverin’ his thumb right over the divot on the middle of his cockhead. It was all pink n’ needy, dribbling out in syrupy white cum in absolutely no time- “Look what you’ve done to me.” Toji watches himself through his shaggy black bangs, wet with water and perspiration, cumming all over his hands. “I don’t know what blessing- what c-curse you’ve put on me, but…” Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

He rides out his high on his right hand, fucking his fist like he imagines you might tease him through it- just like the way you’d teasingly grazed his tip. Just grazed.

You’d probably take it like such a good girl. Let him paint his gluey white cum all over your face, and just across your lips - it would probably match your scrubs, heh. Biting back a groan, those lecherous thoughts of his only make him finish even faster.

And once the sparks of his high have finally bated - the fountain of his ivory sap stopping - Toji washes off the remnants of his lewd act. Spurting out some cool body wash and cleaning himself off, he slicks back his hair with clean hands now.

Head throwing back, he knew he had to get his mind in focus for the upcoming match - just in a few hours, actually. The car was supposed to be waiting for him outside the gym by now. It was some sort of rebound match of Legends vs. Rookies that Shiu had managed to scrounge together, and it should be displeased at the fact that he was supposed to fight some no-good, hotshot punk- but, honestly he had a good feeling about this one.

Toji’s thoughts stray back to you, and he finds himself cracking a snicker- “You’ve fuckin’ cursed me, woman. You plague me. But…” A thrill zaps through his strong body, “…I like it.”

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Toji Fushiguro won the Legends vs. Rookies event. 

A wipe-out so clean that everyone was sure it’d go down in history. A comeback so strong that it had already gone down in history.

After that, it was a streak of absolute demolition: the preliminaries, the co-main events, the PPV matches, each and every single fight that was thrown his way- Toji Fushiguro was sure to win without even breaking a sweat (metaphorically).

Hell, at one point even some of his past contenders from his losing streak had demanded rematches, perhaps thinking that they could put the legend in his place once more.

He’d won those, too.

After a season-long losing streak, it was months of winning. And you were giving him his massages on the days before every match. 

And Toji was back on the magazine covers, the interviews, the brand deals. Right now you couldn’t even step outside your humble apartment building without being met with at least four different billboards and several commercials featuring him. It was quite strange - seeing the rugged persona in those mediums, and then his still-rugged demeanour in real life.

Though, slightly less so.

There was a faint gentleness to the way that Toji was (when you’d brought this up with some of the other fighters you’d grown close to, they’d fervently denied and showed off their bruises from the pummelings that Toji gave them in the ring). 

But you were sure it was there: in the way that he’d always be first in the office, in the way he’d lightly murmur greetings to you and only you, in the way he’d hold open doors and look away as if he wasn’t, in the way that there was a drink of your favorite preference on your desk every morning. And you’d asked around, wondering if it was perhaps Shiu or any of the rookies that was doing so- but they all denied it.

All but one of them.

Toji.

Even Shiu seemed to have noticed that something had shifted in his best fighter. Hell, he was on a winning streak after so long, so of course there had to have been a change.

The other man couldn’t quite pinpoint it, though he gave most of the credit to you and your massages. ‘They must be some sort of magic work!’ He’d exclaimed to you one day, after a particularly tough opponent that Toji had easily beat.

And you yourself couldn’t quite be sure, though you didn’t want to give yourself all the credit. You were only glad that your favorite fighter (yes, after being around MMA fighters for long enough now, you’d determined that Toji was your favorite) was back to winning again.

Only glad you could help.

Which is why, in the ghost entrails of the early morning, at exactly 2:36AM, when Toji texted you - you answered.

2:36AM - Toji (MMA fighter): I need you. 

2:38AM - Toji (MMA fighter): For another one of those full body massages.

2:42AM - Toji (MMA fighter): Please.

2:42AM - You: On my way!

As you jumped out of your bed to get dressed, you noticed that you had several missed calls from Shiu, as well. After calling him right back, he informed you that just last week, Toji had come up on a draw during his last match, which was yet another co-main event for the #1 Contender spot. 

Of course, you knew of this, you’d watched the match on the gymnasium television. And though it wasn’t the worst of outcomes (especially considering that this was world-class fighting, at a light heavyweight level), considering his winning streak, you were somewhat surprised. And slightly afraid that he’d go back into his rut of losing, just as Shiu was.

Which was why he, too, wanted to reach out to inquire whether you could do one of your ‘magical’ full-body massages on Toji on the night before one of his biggest matches yet. A rematch for the #1 Contender spot - the audiences loved him.

Shiu told you he’d seen Toji moping around after that devastating draw, and knew that the only one who just might have the ability to brighten his mood would be you. So please, if you could go at 2:45AM to the penthouse apartment of a celebrity MMA fighter to give him a massage?

Of course, you said yes.

It seems that Toji’s team had arranged for everything already, and a flashy black car was already waiting outside your apartment building to whisk you off to your destination. You twiddled your thumbs, slightly nervous (for what? You weren’t quite sure) as the car parked in front of a set of gleaming skyscrapers. Apartment buildings of a calibre that you’d only seen in architectural magazines.

Escorted upwards by a few of Toji’s own personal bodyguards past an entrance larger than your entire apartment, and a lobby that practically screamed luxury. 

You didn’t even know that Tokyo had such a place. 

Massive. Concierges that bowed as soon as they saw you. An orchestra that still played in the dead of night. Chandeliers like miniature suns that lined the ceiling.

Damn, maybe you should’ve become a famous fighter, you whistled. It made sense, though, he is one of the highest-paid athletes in the country. Even the elevators were gilded, shining so brightly that you could make out every inch of your face on its reflection. And the bodyguard’s, too- you quickly straightened up and tried to look as casual as possible as he led you to the very top floor.

A large glowing button simply labelled with a ‘P’.

The penthouse floor had a wide carpeted corridor leading up to it, all golds and reds like the rest of the apartment. You walked up to the expensive-looking door at the end of it, and buzzed the doorbell on its touchpad.

Bzzzz—!

The door swings open.

And there stands Toji Fushiguro, in all his sweaty, shirtless glory.

It almost reminded you of the first time you gave him a massage. Chest heaving. Vision bleary. A glittering bead of sweat lines the curve of his jawline, ending at his chin and dripping downwards. Down, down, down the valley of his pecs.

There was a lewd little flush that overtook his tannish skin.

Like he was…sex-flushed.

Spreading out across his tense shoulders, and all the way down his chest. The back of his neck. You don’t think it even ends as it follows the line of his dark happy trail, those curly lil’ hairs at the bottom of his navel, and then even further down—

Toji’s grey sweatpants hung low on his hips.

Dangerously low.

And you have to force yourself to look away. You swallow as he raises one big, beefy arm and rests it on the top of the door frame. Looking at you through the gaps in his damp bangs, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, mama.”

“O-oh.” You immediately close your mouth, realizing that you’d been gawking at him for far too long now (how unprofessional!) Sheepishly, you raise your bag of supplies and shake it ever-so-slightly. “I uh- got your text! And Shiu also called to tell me that you wanted an extra round of physical therapy before your match, sir-”

“Toji.”

“Toji-” You amend. Before taking on a stern tone, “And it looks to me like you’d already been up working out before your match. Overstressing your joints will wear them out, you know!”

He scratches the back of his head, a sleazy smile overtaking his face. “Working out- right.”

Tutting, “What you need now is a nice massage and some relaxation. I’ll do your usual with some added therapy for your blood pressure, how about that?”

“Perfect.” Toji grins, and he cracks the doorway open. Just slightly open. So that you have to squeeze yourself between the doorway and his chiselled body - not that you were complaining. “Come on in and give me a- hah, real workout then, how about it?”

“Relaxation, Toji.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Ignoring his teasing, you step inside. It’s a luxurious apartment - one of those stylishly modern types, black and white, with flares of Toji’s MMA career. Boxing gloves on the sprawling couch. A TV that takes up an entire wall, paused on highlights from his last match. A cabinet overspilling with trophies and belts.

Led by him, you stumble past towering artworks that likely cost about five of these penthouses - and that’s about ten thousand of your own apartment.

He walks you through winding hallways, and ultimately into what you guess is the master bedroom.

His bedroom.

The first thing you notice as you step in isn’t the rich furniture, or the king-sized bed, or the draping curtains that were cracked ever-so-slightly to let a sliver of the city seep through. No- it’s the mountain of tissues scattered on the wine-red carpet, the bottle of lotion on his bedside table, the way the dark bedsheets looked like he’d just been thrashing on it.

Toji casually lays back down on his wrinkled bed, and rests his clammy head on two hands. Stretching out. 

You hasten to set out your work, coating your palms in lotion, and beginning your massage. As you start off warming up his obliques, you can’t help but blurt out- “M-my apologies for assuming it was a workout-”

Fuck.

Why would you say that?

You gasp, “I mean-”

“Why?” Toji croons, tilting his head to look at you. Trying to avoid his gaze, you quickly shift to extending his legs instead. “It was a workout, heh.”

Your veins bubble, “Oh…”

“And it’s a workout I need before every match, y’know?” Looking at you closely, still, you’re too aware of the fact that you’re massaging his thigh. “The fact that m’fuckin’ my fist like some lecher before every match, you don’t think that’s strange?”

“I see. I don’t really…” Your throat is drier than the Sahara, you have no idea what to say - though, you admit, a part of you wants to hear more. So that’s what he’d been doing, in this very room, on this very bed, just before you’d arrived.

Another part of you is thrilled. Another part of you is confused why you’re thrilled- which quickly morphs into understanding once your brain conjures up a sizzling image of Toji Fushiguro alone with his sweatpants at his ankles, hands fisting his rock-hard cock. 

Shaking your head free of those lecherous visions, you attempt to lighten the mood- “Is that why you’ve been winning all these matches lately, hah?”

“Exactly.” And Toji sounded dead-fucking-serious. Rising, he looks you squarely in the eyes with his slightly murky ones. “See, the thing is, I have this jinx.”

Your eyes widen.

“That’s why I was on a losing streak- no matter what happens, it turns out I needa have a real good high the night before a match.” Your hands have stopped their movements, yet he shifts to edge them up higher. Closer. “N’ it needs to be truly satisfying for me to win.”

“So- so these past few matches?”

“Mhm, you’re a smart one, mama.” He shifts on the bed, sitting up. Even closer. “You could say it’s my routine, and it’s very important to me.” His verdant gaze shifts from your right eye, to your left, to your lips. A triangle. “And…I’d found my fix. Just fucking my fist to the thought of her was enough- but lately…lately, I dunno if that’s all I want.”

Your breath catches—he was talking about…“I see- th-that must be quite challenging.”

“Heh, it looks like you still don’t get it.”

Before you know it, his hand grasps yours. And he’s bringing it up- to press an innocent peck on the back of your hand, though the burning look in his eyes was anything but.

Scarred lips murmuring against your skin, “Why’d ya think that on the crucial night before a match, I’d go through all the trouble of calling my manager, informing security, and having you come over?” He chuckles, “And if you still don’t get it-”

And that sweet, sweet kiss he was pressing to your hand?

Well, Toji’s canines slip outwards to lightly bite down - just teasingly. He looks at you through his long, Stygian lashes. “I know the way you look at me, ya aren’t slick- hah! If you want - only if you want - you should know.” Sighing out. A confession. “It’s always been you, doll. Always.”

So he really was talking about you earlier.

Your heart stutters, and the only thing you can think to do - let your hand slip up, just the way it had on the first day you’d given him a massage.

And sure as day, there it was, the massive fucking erection that raged beneath his sweatpants. Just as large - if not even larger - than how you’d remembered him. 

Just as needy - if not needier.

You gulp, “Well, I am your physical therapist intended to help you…” You stare at him dead-on in the eyes: they were drunk with lust. Looking as if he was on the very urge of shattering if you just say the word. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think of him in that way, either. “-win.”

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“Oh fuck, you taste so good, mama. Just a lil’ wider now—just a little wider.” At Toji’s throaty beckons, you’re stretchin’ your thighs further apart with a whimper. 

Feeling the scorchin’ hot gust of his breath against your core, you arch your back with a yelp once you feel him swat his calloused fingertips against your folds.

Teasingly, he runs his fat thumb right past your pussylips- snagging down on your clit to make you even wetter above him. “Wiiider now- lemme see her properly, mama.” He huffs out, demanding. “No need to be shy with me.” 

“M’already stretching.” You’re rebutting, grabbing onto a few tufts of his raven bangs to balance yourself. You knew you didn’t need to be gentle with him- in fact, Toji groans at the feeling of you pulling on his hair, using it as leverage. 

After all, he’d been the one to insist on making out with your cunt this way: your thighs straddling either side of his face, your cunt hovering above his mouth.

A beaded droplet of slick dribbles into his mouth and he has his tongue out n’ ready to catch it. Pryin’ your swollen folds even further apart with his thumb,  “Atta girl-” As you leak out at his words- “Atta girl, s’exactly how wet I want you.”

“Hmpf- and you haven’t even kissed me yet.” You point out, stubbornly.

To which Toji only grins - oh, how cute you were. “You wan’ me to kiss you? There-” And before you know it, you’re feeling something cold and wet cling onto your pussy. Only later are you realizing that he’d just spat on your cunt, letting the lewd slurp-slurp-sluuuurp ring out for both your ears to hear. “Those lips happy now, or do you want tongue?”

“You’re just so mean- ngh-”

Another probing press of his crowned thumb, once more rolling over your clit perfectly. “Oh, so you do want tongue.”

And Toji says it so casually, as if he’d just stumbled across an epiphany. As if he normally did communicate through the squelching slurps your pussy was giving out-

Because then he’s delving his tongue into you like an animal.

Barely even prepping you, barely even warning you- not before the scourin’ tip of his tongue then enters past your folds. Striking directly against some tender inner part of your walls, before he’s darting it back out and fucking you with his long muscle.

Rutting.

Again and again and again.

You feel your thighs shiver hopelessly at the sheer length of Toji’s tongue - so fucking long that you could feel his ridged tastebuds aim for your very cervix. As if he could reach. “O-oh my god. How are you so big, Toji?”

“Mmm, and I haven’t even put my cock in yet, doll.” He smiles priggishly, his tongue slurping up every wadded ounce of slick that leaves you. “How are you gonna take that then, huh?”

“I don’t know- ngh.” He’s mazing another inch of his tongue in, thoroughly. And it’s enough to leave your body all loose n’ wobbly with pleasure- stupidly, you attempt to hold onto the towering headboard on his bed, but Toji can’t have that, now, can he?

Not when he was the one pounding your pretty pussy with all his tastebuds.

Glued to the slick-filled orifices of your cunt, he’s unhooking your hands from the headboard and bringing it back down to hold onto his scalp. To pull. To rough him up a little. “Don’t even think about it-” He can’t even speak through the rough, open-mouthed kisses he was leaving on your puckered hole. Wetly. Gasping for air- for more tastes of your candied cunt. “In fact…”

Your hips flinch ever-so-slightly once Toji raises his head up - which, with his powerful body, was absolutely nothing even with your weight on top of him. And through his long bangs he takes a gooood, long look at you.

At your cunt.

At the way you were still hovering your hips, and then he’s spanking his familiar hand down on the tip-top of your clit. Making you gasp- “Did you just-”

“Whoops.” Faux-innocently, Toji acts all nice then - pinpointing the top of his tongue into each of those tender spots you loved so much. He unhinges his jaw even further to make sure that he isn’t leaving a single spot unkissed. Long and hard. 

Smack!

And again, you’re finding the most tender outer part of your pussy slapped. “Aww, not again.” Toji has the audacity to pout on your behalf. Meanly, his free hand slides over to grip your ass and pull you down. “Anyways…why don’tcha properly fuckin’ sit, mama. Maybe then my hands will stop- heh, slipping.”

And as if to prove his point, his prolonged tongue skids all the way from your glossy hole to your clit. “I mean…”

“Like- fuck!” Still urging you to sit properly with his hands, on the verge of manhandling you. “Who the fuck do ya think you are, honey?”

You shyly try to listen to what he says, grindin’ your treacly cunt all over his open mouth. And oh- oh, it was like heaven for him. He has his greedy maw unfastened and his tongue slurping all over, stickin’ into every orifice even deeper than he had before. “I worry- hngh! I just worry that I might-” But he still wanted more. Still had his neck craning up n’ down to take in everything you gave him. “-suffocate you if you go on like this.”

And it was a realistic concern- fuck, you were hovering your waist right now and still Toji wasn’t stopping to take a breath. Wasn’t even slowing down.

He’s burying himself nose-deep between your pussylips and letting his mouth do more stirrin’ than talking. And it’s only after a few more vulgar fucking strokes of his tongue, a few more swabs inside your pussy that he can even wrench himself away to answer you. “Ohhhh, I get it.” Tugging on your trembling thighs, “You think I can’t handle it, huh?”

“I didn’t say- oh, fuck-”

Without hesitation, Toji plants a rude slap on your pussy once more. Letting those glittering beads of slick splatter all over, “You think m’fucking weak?” He seethes, half-joking. But half-wanting. “Let me get one thing fuckin’ clear, doll.”

And you’re listening intently - because if he sensed you were becoming too far one on the way his tongue lavishly licks, then Toji would once again swat your cunt. Drawing your attention once more.

The fighter stares deeply into your hazed peripherals as he lets his lengthy tongue flop out. Slitherin’ that honed tip right in- “No matter what you weigh, I can bench press more than five of you.” And he gives your pussylips yet another sinful spank! “Now- fucking- sit.”

You’re being seated with an unceremoniously loud sluuuuurp.

Of his tongue stickin’ deep inside you, his upper lip practically glued to your clit. With you riding his face, Toji fills out every tiny geysering nook and cranny. Grazing every velvety bundle of nerves that makes you see stars.

“Oh- please-” He was just ruthless. As if you didn’t know whether to fuck back or run forwards, you’re jolting your hips sloppily up and down. Slick, needy drags to match his lapping tongue.

Again and again.

Slurp after squelch.

Before you know it, Toji wants more - needs more. Even having you on top of him like this, his mouth was ravenous. Licking. Leaning up from the pillows to let you ride his face; all the way from the curve of his chin n’ up to the tip of his straight nosebridge. 

As you come back down from one of these particular gyrations, Toji holds you still and - before you know it - you’re feeling the sensation of something elongated and thick entering your cunt.

“Sh-shit, that’s not your tongue…” You blink away the tears in your eyes and look downwards, where the protruding edges of his joints were stretching you intensely.

Two of them- even though it felt like four, with how big his fingers were.

As you wail n’ wobble on top of him, Toji crushes you to his mouth ferociously. And you marvel at the stretch that keeps you hostage - you can’t do anything but take it. But let your mouth fall ajar, and your head throw back, at the feeling of his probing thrusts.

Sultry tastebuds flickering over your clit- “Mmm, s’not my tongue- good catch, doll.” He snickers, “Thought that such a goooood pussy deserved a little something m-more-”

You catch the way that his dark brows furrow, a slight flush tinting what little you could see of his ears. “Wait- Toji, did you just stutter-”

“No the fuck I didn’t-” He’s snapping back. 

And in response, you’re having your gummy walls pummeled with some of the rudest jackhammers you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Oh, he’s just swabbing his fingerpads in so deep, mouth pursing to spit against your entrance once more n’ lick it all up. 

Letting himself salivate. 

Toji drools down a waterfall of your slick, his fingers tuggin’ apart your tight hole to squeeze-squeeze-squeeze in a third finger. “Don’t make me lose focus now.” Grumbling from underneath you, the fighter pins you down with a big, beefy arm wrapped ‘round your waist. Tight. You’re in awe of his sheer inhuman strength. “Don’tcha remember? I’ve gotta- ngh- win tomorrow, n’ this pretty pussy is the key to it, mama. So let me focus alllll my attention on h-her…”

You gasp, “So you did stutter-” And soon enough, you feel yourself growing even wetter at the implication that the strong, cocky Toji Fushiguro was so pussydrunk right now that he was slurring his words.

Gone on your cunt. The way you clenched ‘round his rovering fingers- oh. 

And, of course, Toji wasn’t complaining about the fact that you were soaking yourself even more. Only gaping his maw further open, “Mmm, tch-” His fingers pull out with a squelch to spank the front of your core, “-these lips are much nicer t’me.”

“Hey—” You huff, “Just because I got you all ngh- pussydrunk doesn’t mean- oh fuck!”

“What were you saying—?” And then he’d bullied in four fingers - four. Four entire, long digits- he ends off by hitting his mountainous knuckles against your folds with a smack! Smack after smack. Until the skin on his hands were rubbed all raw, Toji probes his fingers inside your cunt. “Oh yes, I think someone was talkin’ all big w’me. Do you know who that, mmm, might be?”

You shake on top of him, his cushy fingertips were glissading oh-so-close to your g-spot. With every rapid thrust, they inched in—“I-I don’t-”

“I see.” And then he’s rolling his tongue ruthlessly against your clit with a few wettened noises. “Do you know then?”

“What do you-”

“Shhh, not you.” Toji rolls his half-lidded eyes. And his vibratin’ words zap through your entire body - he always did make sure to lean in reeeeal close whenever he spoke, but right now, he was tracing his canines over your swollen clit and lightly gnawing. “M’talking to her- aren’t I?”

“F-fuuuck–!” Just then, he’s striking your g-spot. Thunderously. Just then, he’s realizing he did- and repeating the motion in quick, frenzied half-thrusts.

Barely even pulling properly to tease your elastic hole, barely even letting you register the way he bashes your bundle of nerves before he repeats the act. Toji was just vicious with how he batters in your poor cunt, “Yeah? Yeah yeah yeah- ya like that?” He spits, “Who’s stuttering now, mama? Got anythin’ else to say?”

You whimper, “Mm-mm-”

“Mhm, I knew she was chattier anyway.”

Talking to your pussy, Toji nods along like he’s part of the conversation. All those pretty, pretty sounds that he almost wishes he could record and listen to on loop.

So it was only a matter of time before he’s feeling the way your clampin’ walls reach a feverpitch, the way your damp noises only seem to get damper. 

And the fighter looks up at you with a glint of excitement in his partially-lidded eyes, “Oh, she’s close, doll.”

“How did you-” Your breath catches- fuck, he’s only accelerating his thorough pushes. The only thing you could register at this point was the perfect way he knew how to work your pussy, all those deepest, most fragile spots.

Quickly enough, those twinges of pleasure at the pit of your stomach are turning into waves. 

And you can feel your thighs tremor on top of him, struggling to support your body when your orgasm quakes. “Toji, m’close-” You tug on his sweaty hair, “I think m’gonna c-cum soon.”

“So cum on my face, then?” He answers, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Determined, you don’t even need to hold up your own self anymore - he’s doing so with one hand glued to the side of your hips, the other pressing and probin’ until you’re being fucked by both his mouth n’ his fingers- straight into your high.

Crash-landing into your orgasm, it takes you entirely by surprise.

You jerk your cunt against his mouth, and Toji groans with delight. Back arching. Toes curling. You close your eyes and see entirely white as the surge of euphoria takes over your body.

“Oh my- ngh, fuck. M’cumming, m’cumming m’cumming and it feels so good-” He’s just digging his veiny fingers against every sensitive ridge on your walls, just the way you liked. “Right there, keep going just like that, Toji.”

And usually this would be the point where he says something to tease you. The point where he says something to make you whine n’ try to shut him up with your bloated pussylips.

But he was fucking you so thoroughly through your high that he doesn’t even have the time for that anymore, doesn’t have the patience.

With his scarred lips smoochin’ away at your clit, Toji lets his plump fingertips hit your g-spot. Constantly. With those keen senses of his (honestly you blame the reflexes from MMA), he pinpoints the exact tempo of your high.

Every peak- he bashes in with a swat! at your bundle of nerves. Letting his mouth salivate all down your runny slit, drinking up every sip of your sweet, sweet juices. Like honey. “And you called me p-pussydrunk, heh.” Toji titters away, noticing the glazed look in your eyes. “As if you’re not the one gone on my tongue, doll. As if you’re not the one salivating all like that. As if you’re not the one with the pussy that’s fuckin’ ruined me- fuck.”

Both of you register what he’s said at the same time.

Toji with a sudden gasp, and you with a smug smirk. The strongest of your high has bated by now to nothing more than a few tingles, and you have half the mind to look down at him and ask. “So…ruined you, huh?”

“Sh-shut up.”

That pussydrunkness - oh, Toji Fushiguro was fighting against it. Trying not to cave in. But alas, he couldn’t be in denial any longer after your orgasm has ended, and you’re trying to pull off of his mouth- only for Toji to hold onto your thighs and chase after your cunt.

You whimper from overstimulation as he licks at your teary crevice a few more times, before you the pleasure is too much and you really have to push his sweaty crown away.

“Toji- ngh, m’sensitive.” You squeal, to which he grunts in nonchalance. Still addicted to tastin’ you. Realizing this, you finally huff, “If you let me go now, then maybe I wanna take a shot at- hah, paying you back…”

And that finally makes him pull off. With a raised brow, “Cheh, go easy on yerself- you can’t take me that easily.”

“Oh? Scared?”

“You wish.” 

In fact, there was a hint of challenge in Toji’s dazed eyes. In no time, you’re plopped off of his mouth with the most lecherous noise. Seated on the edge of the bed, he got off and tugged down on the flimsy fabric of his sweatpants.

Resting his fist on the dark curls at his base, you’re being introduced to Toji’s proud length.

Tanned. Rock-hard. 

Even larger than you’d imagined from all his…accidental erections during your sessions. Long. And he wasn’t lacking in the girth department, either - the plumpest tip, all covered in a layer of creamy pre. It dripped down the nozzle of his cockhead, n’ allllll the way down his shaft.

Body moving before your mind, you’re reaching out to grab at his tannish cock. The flatness of your thumb easily smears the lines of precum he was leaking out, letting them glide along the veins that decorated either side of his shaft.

So textured, you wondered how it would feel inside-

“So?” Toji grunts out from above you, peering down. You notice that he still has the remnants of your slick plastered all across his chin, mouth, all the way up to his cheekbones. Worn like some medallion. He sinks his fangs into his lower lip to stop from making too many needy noises as you inspected his sheer size, “Not too late to back out now, doll- heh- oh.”

You’re making him swallow that cocky laughter of his back.

Because in a few sultry split-seconds, you have your mouth pointed right above the divot on his shaft. Spitting. You let the dollop of spittle ooze down his shaft for a bit, before immediately taking his tip into your mouth.

Oh, he’s reaching for the roof of your mouth instantly.

So thick. So plump. You shut your eyes and groan at the salty-sweet taste that greets you, it’s surprisingly not unpleasant. 

And Toji lets off a low whistle at the slobbered display, “Oho?” Looking at you through his lashes, you stare up with doey, teary eyes and he feels himself throb at near the back of your throat. “Sh-shit- dooon’t fucking look at me like that. Oh, you know what you’re doing, woman.”

“Mmmpf-” You moan, your lips ‘round his sensitive slit. They send sinful vibrations that makes the larger man hiss.

“Fuck yeah, you do.” With a mean hand, the fighter grips onto the back of your scalp. Manhandling you slightly, “C’mon, doll. C’mon- let’s see if that slutty mouth o’ yours is just talk.”

And then he’s rutting slightly upwards - gently.

At least, for him. But for you, you’re clawing down the lines of his toned pelvis, struggling to catch your breath-

“Oh? Some claws on ya, girl. Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already? I haven’t even fucked ya dumb yet.” And he has the audacity to make that mocking pout again, “Y’know I’ve been fuckin’ my cock to the, mm, thought of you for months now. And- oh, fuck- keep doing that with your tongue—ngh.”

Your jaw aches, and yet you unhinge it even deeper to let the tip of your tastebuds trace patterns all across the line of his slit. All pinkish and slicked with precum.

He continues, “You wanna know a secret?” It was such a heavenly sight, watching you try to nod with Toji’s fat cock stuffed between your lips. Hell, you hadn’t even taken him all yet. “Right before you came here-” Leaning in, whispering. “-I was jerking my cock- oh-”

“Mhmm—?”

“-to your text, doll.”

Oh, fuck.

You’re plucking yourself off of Toji’s thick crown to gasp- but he doesn’t let you get too far before grabbing you with one hand at your throat. Lightly putting pressure at your sides, he’s crashing his lips onto yours.

“Mmm—” He groans against your lips, tasting you, tasting himself, tasting you. “Get on the middle of the bed, all fours. Wanna see if those other lips of yours are just talk, too.”

“They’re not.” You huff, but do as he says anyway.

Those overworked bedsprings creak as you both reposition yourselves: you on your hands and knees, your face pushed into one of the pillows, and Toji right behind you.

His rough hands bend your spine into a cute lil’ curvature, and then proceeds to bang the ends of his fingertips against your weepy pussy. “Easy there, mama.” Toji coos once you buck with a whimper, “Toji’s here n’ you just have to be my good girl and take it, alright?”

You’re nodding, “Just shut up and fuh-fuck me already.”

“Tut tut, greedy girl.”

But he’s doing as you say anyway - oh, he’d do anything you say, to be quite honest. You’re inching your needy cunt closer to where his erection was upright, and Toji holds onto the base of his cock to just slightly eeeeease his way in.

His plump, puckered tip pries apart your folds.

From his honed end, all the way down to where his cockhead swells, you’re feeling him stretch you wiiide open as he enters. “Oh my- fuck! You feel even bigger than you looked-”

“Why, thank you…heh.” And you swear you can feel his red-hot girth throb even bigger. Wider. Since Toji was rock-fucking-hard, you could sense any and every change in his size. “Now don’t run, alright?”

“Why would I-” You’re cutting your own self off, feeling him give the slightest half-thrust from behind. And it’s enough to make you lurch your hand out and grab onto one of the spindles of his headboard. “-oh- oh, I get it now.”

“Mhm—knew you’d wanna run, all talk.” Shaking his head and his shaggy strands, Toji had to have some extra, extra precaution, you see.

Just a warning wasn’t enough. So without further ado, his beefy forearm reaches out to hold tightly onto your neck. Squeezing either side of it, he feels the way your pulse thunders underneath his touch.

Throat strangled with spittle and whines. “Oh my god-” Even more so when he starts rutting his hips like an animal.

“Easy there, eeeeasy there.” He’s reassuring you from behind, as if his achingly hard cock wasn’t splitting you open incredibly. “S’just the tip, doll. You can take it- shhh, you can take it.”

“Whaddaya mean this is just the tip?” You gasp, feeling your body being pulled into his like a ragdoll. He manhandles you as if you’re nothing, constantly grinding your hips back against that scruffy happy trail of his.

“Well, just the tip aaaaand…” You’re quickly learning that whenever Toji elongates his words, he’s dragging out his thrusts, too.

Letting the thick, vein-covered length of his shaft gliiiide all across your walls and then right back. Baaaack and forth. Baaaack and forth. With a sensual pace, he’s inching his way in- the fat, bulbous end of his shaft acting like the headlight. Spearing. He snickers, “-an inch more. Two.”

Tears stream down your cheeks, and Toji’s lavish tongue careens out to lick at them deliciously. “A-and- oh, how much more is there?”

He casually leans his weight back to check, and the fighter’s greedy gaze gets stuck on the sight of your pussy suckin’ him up. Slurping him. 

It’s like your pussylips were stretched apart so widely and struggling to take his merciless pace- yet still clamping down, still glistening with wetness after each one of his rugged strikes. “Oh, just about two inches…three…four-” Toji whispers hotly against your ear, “Y’know what- how about I just tell you after you’ve taken all, mm, nine inches, doll?”

Nine inches?

Oh, you were done for.

You weren’t walking out of this very penthouse.

“Yeah, you’re not.” He confirms your thought- shit, you’d said that out loud. Just so dickmatized by the way his flared ridges were swervin’ all around your tight walls.

The curvaceous line of his cockhead nudges apart your channel, and you feel his hold tighten even further. “But the good news- you’re gonna take- ngh, my entire cock, won’t you?” Breathy. He was speeding up his cadence now. Long, thorough strokes. “Gonna take e-every single inch?”

“Yes-” You claw at the headboard, “Yes yes yes yes-”

And then rings the loudest squeeeelch ever as he’s fitting in a few more inches, “Mhmmm, and you’re gonna- ngh- love it.”

Both you and your sloppy pussy do - and he can tell.

All that arousal. All those cute noises you were making. You’re feeling the exact way the zig-zagged pattern of his veins massages your cunt, just perfectly scratching every carnal inch. And he’s almost bottoming-out, almost feeling his reddened tip hit the back of your pussy-

Before you clench around his rude cock—

And you hear the exact, shattered moment that Toji’s breath catches. “Oh fuck-” He stills, “Oh fuck, this won’t work-”

Blinking over your shoulder, “Toji?”

“Fuck.”

His bass cracks at the tail end of that profanity.

And in a mere instant - so fast that you don’t even have enough time to compute - you’re finding your head trapped in one of Toji’s infamous headlocks.

Sure, he’d often used it in a much less attractive way with his opponents.

But never had he used it like this. And you’re choking at the restraint of his flexing muscles, all bulged and big. His biceps digs perfectly against the front of your throat, and you feel your saliva come out in heaps- “Toji- Toji Toji Toji- oh, I can feel you hit my c-cervix.”

Sure enough, he’d dragged you back to bottom out.

The curvy tip of his shaft cutely bumpin’ your cervix, you feel a sticky layer of his precum drip out at the fact. Pulling back, back, baaaaack - right until his plump crown kisses your hole, and then all the way back in again.

In and out. In and out.

So thoroughly, he’s fucking his rock-hard cock into you. Leaving absolutely no hidden spot unturned, leaving your fuzzy brain in absolute shambles.

“You said- hah, you said I didn’t kiss you, right?” Toji rasps against the shell of your ear, his heated proximity making goosebumps run down your spine. And, honestly, at this point you can barely even remember the conversation that’d led up to him saying this. “Well, here I am now-”

“What you do…oh.”

His cock was hitting your cervix- smooching it. Hard, wettened kisses.

Over and over. Toji smashes you back against his pistoning hips, and with his other hand he’s sliding slithering a hand down to your pussy - spanking. “See? M’kissing her, too, now.” He’s tittering, so thoroughly proud of the way your mouth waters.

“That doesn’t cou-”

Smack!

“What was that—?”

The force of it is so pleasurable that your body automatically holds onto the headboard and tries to heave yourself upwards. Thrashing. To which Toji turns his beady eyes down at the futile escape route-

And immediately slams his hand down on the flat top of the headboard.

“Speak t’me, mama- what was, ngh, that?”

Splitting it straight down in two.

You gape stupidly at the way the bed frame easily cracks underneath his strength, and Toji’s taking the slight distraction as an opportunity to lean back onto his haunches. 

And he’s taking you right with him.

Toji’s sitting back on his heels, his buttocks resting on the balls of his feet. And you’re somewhat seated on his lap, still having him fuck upwards into you- with this position, he’s reaching his globular tip so deeply.

Even further than he ever had before, he wetly glissades his tip to pierce your womb. “Ngh- fuck.” Grunting in your ear, “You can’t tell me that doesn’t count, doll.” So he did know what you were about to say. 

Stirrin’ up your goopy insides, he feels like velvet inside. And you think he’s slowly molding your cunt to his exact size, every line of his vein, every inch. “See? One kiss.” Toji counts out, and immediately you’re feeling his cocktip swipe your cervix. Thudding. “Two kisses.” Another one. “Three kisses-”

Four. 

Five.

Six.

Seven- it’s on this one that his glistening wet tip manages to locate your g-spot. Since his shaft was more right-leaning, it was oh-so-easy for him to constantly glide down that one spot.

“E-eight-” You count out, by yourself.

And if you could see him right now, you’d have noticed the way that Toji’s predatory eyes widened with pleasant surprise. Oh, you were cockdrunk. He holds you down to him, “Oho? You can count it by yourself now, huh? Then- haaaah, how about- this?”

“Nine-” You blurt out, saliva sploshin’ down the entire front of your chin. “Ten- ngh, eleven.”

“That was actually twelve, but close enough.” He rolls his eyes - he couldn’t punish you too much for that, just a few sodden spanks at the forefront of your cunt. And that was it, really. He’d decided to go easy on you this time, really. Now for him to smoothly shovel his shaft into you, until you were idly reaching your second orgasm of the night.

Hah- as if.

After two slaps to your clit, the fighter edges himself close to your ear and mutters out. “If you can’t do that- could you at least, mm, fuck back into me.”

You whine, “Do I have to? But you do it so good…”

“Spoiled brat.” Yet another swat down on your slit, he caresses your clit as if making up for it. And before long, you’re feeling the spearheading tempo of his cock slow down. “C’mon now- up! There we go- get to work, doll.”

“Mmpf- you’re gonna pay for this.” You growl, doing your very best to try and get your legs to work. They’d been taking it for so long, limp at the pressure, that your hamstrings were positively screaming now. “Shit- but I wanna go faster, oh.”

Toji rolls his eyes with a scoff, “So go faster, girl. What’s the hold up?”

“It just feels so- so- oh.” It just felt so good is what you wanted to say - but you don’t sputter out the words right at that moment (you didn’t want to feed his ego too much). 

“So so oh?” He mocks, “Didn’t I say this pretty pussy of yours was- oh, chattier? Think she might just be more articulate, too- heh.”

“Sh-shut up.”

And as if to prove a point, your sloppy drags only made your cunt echo out even louder. The skin on your ass cheeks burned after each slam against his hips, and Toji was just so ripped that every rut left the indentations of his v-line stinging.

“Ngh- fuck.” You arch your back and attempt to slide down his thick cock easier, rubbin’ that part of your g-spot against where his veins were most prominent. 

You hated to admit it, but your limbs were growing all weary. And Toji lets out a huff of breathy laughter as he noticed the way your cadence seemed to be slowing down, “Mmm, feelin’ tired, are we? You’re not tapping out any time soon, m’kay?”

“But- but I’m so-” You whine, your fingers fisting in the silk bedsheets. They seemed to be the expensive type, yet ruined with a damp layer of sweat n’ slick. Soon enough, you’re dropping to the bed with a weary mewl. “-shit, I don’t know if I can go any longer-” 

You don’t even get to finish your sentence.

You don’t even get to finish the lone, sloppy thrust that you were stumblin’ across

Not before Toji’s then taking over. He gets up off his haunches, pushing you rudely onto all fours again. 

And this time? He wasn’t holding back.

“Allll that talk- cheh.” Toji’s spitting down at your pussy, lubricating it once again despite you not even needing it. Before long, you’re being pounded by his long, heavy cock- feeling every single inch in your throat. “But your Toji just has to finish this pretty pussy off, hm?”

“Yes- yes-” You don’t even feel slightly embarrassed in admitting, “Jus’ wanna cum, Toji- ngh, I’m so close.”

“Oh, mama, I know.” Two rugged pads of his fingers come down to slap your clit, smoothing it over with a few gentle rolls. But you’re so far gone at this point that even that makes you see stars- “And you’re gonna cum allll over my- hah, cock, alright? All over.”

Nodding pathetically, you were just drippin’ in spit and sweat. Body shaking with the pangs of pleasure already- “All over b-but you then you have to cum right in here, okay?”

His breath catches, “Wh-where?” Toji stutters.

Blissfully ignorant, you point down the front of your stomach. Drawing a line right where you could feel his rotund tip bottoming out after every thrust, “I don’t think m’gonna last that long.”

“Oh.”

There was something broken in his voice as he registers what you were just telling him with your actions - that you wanted him to finish inside. To pump you so full of cum that it’ll drip out of you. To make sure you feel him from the outside and the inside.

He’s fucking you so hard that the skin ‘round his pelvis had begun to rub raw, slightly overstimulating his tip against the softness of your cunt. Toji pushes down on your body, pinning you down with his weight.

Manhandling you.

So much manhandling.

In this mean doggy position, he leans down and pinches your clit. “Oh, doll, you can’t even imagine what m’gonna do to ya-” Ruined. Shattered baritone. “-don’t even know how far m’gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re gonna be- ngh, overspilling.”

“Yes yes yes- I want it.” And now you’re gyrating your hips back into his- hah, he could almost tease you for it. So you had the desperation now? “Please- give it t’me-”

“Nuh uh, you have to cum first.”

“But- ngh.” A pinch at your clit, a puckering kiss. And Toji hits your g-spot so hard that you swear you see the pearly gates of heaven: you’re cumming.

Wave after wave of your white-hot high.

The pleasure thrums in your veins, and you’re crying out as Toji hits every precious spot with his globular tip. Pinpointed precisely. Your knees weaken- you were mistaken earlier, this was the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

He’s not too far behind.

With a grunt, Toji cums. And after every riveting peak of your high, he’s pourin’ out in sticky wads of cum. It’s like an ivory sap that takes over every inch of your insides, hot and wet.

You squeal as you feel the gluey layer of it stuff you to the brim, ultimately ending up formulating a ring of white around the girth of his hilt. “Cumming-” You blabber tearily, your brain foggy with the feeling of him cumming inside you. Turning around to face him, “I’m c-cumming, Toji.”

“Mmm, you are. So pretty takin’ my- ngh, cum.” Toji’s rough lips kiss down the line of your spine, and his fingers dip from your clit to tease your creamy slit. “I love this view.”

The more he’s swiping away the droplets of cum that pour out of your pussy, the more that keeps sprinkling out - and he honestly doesn’t know whether that’s his fault or yours.

Letting the treacly glaze drip down to his wrist, Toji brings his sticky hand up to your mouth. “Spread those lips f’me, doll- yeahhh, like that.” He murmurs, thickly. And you whimper as he sticks his adhesive-like fingertips into your mouth, making you suck on the salty sap. 

Cleaning it off.

It feels like years - almost like eons - until Toji’s finally finished riding out his high, just as strong as yours. He hunches over as he cums-

“Oh, we’re not done y-yet, doll.” Too soon, you’re being dragged back into his hulking body. And since he was finally done with webbing up your insides, now came the fun part where he was fucking it in. Each n’ every gooey wad seeped into your innards. Those earlier specks that’d leaked out from before? Well he’s using his fingers to push those in, too. “You didn’t think that a world-class fighter had a stamina that low, did ya?”

Gasping, you don’t think you can trust your very eardrums right now. “So you mean to say…”

“Mhm.” Toji’s fucking you into utter stupidity- easily flipping you over, you’re being folded into the sloppiest mating press in existence. He mutters to you as he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending you down. “Y’know…MMA championships have five rounds.”

“Oh- and?”

Toji just grins, drilling out a heavy thrust. “One down, four to go, mama.”

.

.

.

“Wow! That was a mean right hook, I definitely wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that strength.” You bite back a grin at the commentator’s voice—oh, how you knew. “Toji Fushiguro sends Naoya Zenin flying–”

You can’t bring yourself to wince as the two-tone-haired man lands on the other side of the octagon with a shuddering thud.

Too excited from your seat in the cageside area - the closest you could be to the fighters - as part of the team. It was your first time officially accompanying Toji to one of his big fights, as his physical therapist.

And his lover.

Though, that part was a secret (more or less, you swear you’d seen most of the gym giving you knowing looks whenever you clocked into work walking a little funny, or whenever Toji had sauntered into the locker room; hickies, nail marks, and all). But for now you settled into your role as the alert physical therapist, watching out for any points in which Toji showed signs of discomfort or soreness.

“Can you hear the crowd- they’re in uproar!”

“Well, it’s no wonder. Toji Fushiguro’s comeback has been long-awaited- ouch, that’s a nice uppercut from Toji.” Another voice bellows.

And the others hum in agreement. “And after his unfortunate streak last year, the champion found his footing once more. With a winning streak that’s one of the longest recorded in recent years, the man is unstoppable!”

“I guess the million dollar question of the night is - can he win the finals tonight?”

Though your efforts were likely for naught, because your boyfriend was at the top of his game.

Without letting Naoya even get up (some rookie hotshot, according to Toji, who had to be put in his place), the older man is pummeling him with a right hook, left hook, right hook, left hook. Until that cocky face of his looked mangled.

And the referee is rushing to his side- about to crouch on the floor for the countdown. The commentators have their announcement of his win on the tip of their tongue. The crows is already reaching a fever point-

It’s in that moment that Toji looks at you.

Towering, the lone fighter standing in the middle of the cage, he stares.

He smiles.

He points.

“Aaaaand the countdown is over—Naoya Zenin down! Toji Fushiguro has won the title of world light heavyweight champion once more! It’s a historical win for Toji!”

You’re all on your feet. The team claps each other on the back, the commentators are shaking hands. Shiu catches the way that Toji immediately heads for you - barely waiting till the heavy golden belt was draped across his body, barely letting the referee raise his hand in the air. Victory.

And he chuckles, “I already knew.” Taking a celebratory drag of his cigarette, “Guess I’m winning the bet.”

Your eyes bulge, “You guys bet on us?”

“Ever since the first day you walked in, sugar.” He chuffs, and lightly nudges your shoulder with his. “No go to him- before he tears down the cage, that is.”

Shiu was right to be worried. By the time you’re reaching the edge of the octagon, Toji has already jumped down from it- and you’re barely registering his brilliant grin before you’re in his arms. His face crushed into the nook of your neck. Arms looped around your waist.

In the distance, it seems, you can hear reporters and fans alike scream questions about you and your relationship. Something you’re sure will end up on every headline and front page of those sports gossip magazines that you now read. Hell, you can even hear the members of your team catcall and howl from the sidelines. 

But right now, it’s as if Toji’s voice is the only sound in your ears. “We won.”

You smile, “You won.”

He shakes his head, “Come off it, silly girl. We won.” And even in front of everyone else, even in front of the cameras, he nods down at the very obvious bite marks on your neck. The way your knees were slightly weak. Your core was slightly sore. Evidence of last night. “And m’gonna win a whole lot more tonight-”

“Five rounds just like this championship, then?” You tease, squirming in his strong arms. And he only pulls you even tighter to him-

“Actually, I hear the IMMAF is trying to make it six rounds…”

A/N. Listen I don’t condone J*o J*ekyung but Toji?? Gimme.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[fireladylisa]

A Pledge To Keep, ch. 1

summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.

pairing: frat!kuna x reader

content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, probably more

wc: 3.2k (next chapters will be much longer. I just wanted to set up the dynamic!)

dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art by lorinmower

Ryomen Sukuna doesn't do relationships. He fucks who he wants and then acts as if he never knew the person. That was one of his two rules: always wear a condom and never fuck the same girl twice.

Until he met you. Nanami's adopted sister who came into his life and upended every standard he lived by.

It started the last week of his junior year of uni, his deep gutted interest in his frat brother's younger sister who was tossing back shots at their end of year party. You were just some random girl who caught his eye, hot as fuck in that tight short dress your boobs kept spilling out of. 

You danced with random men that Sukuna had the sudden urge to punch, their slimy hands running along your thighs before lightly squeezing your ass. You look unfazed though slightly amused, relishing in the attention you were getting from those cuck losers.

"Who is that?" Sukuna all but growled at Gojo, snatching the drunk frat president by his collar and nodding his head toward you. After yelling what the fuck dude!, he followed Sukuna's line of sight and smirked knowingly. You were throwing your head back with a laugh, moving your hips in circular motions as some guy pulled you closer. 

"Nanami's sister and she's off limits unless you have a death wish. Hot as fuck though right?" Since when did Nanami have a sister? Gojo chuckled at his friend's glare before he was being whisked away by the girl that was holding his hand, alcohol spilling from his red solo cup.

Sukuna could just go up to you, snatch you away from the man who looked like he couldn't possibly handle everything you were throwing his way and fuck you until the sun rose. Did he really want to involve himself with his friend's sister though? You were hot, sure, but it was nearly his last year of college and he'd rather not ruin that by losing a friend he basically considered his brother. 

He had a terrible reputation of one night stands and ghosting. Gojo was drunk but he was right: Nanami would kill Sukuna if he treated you like a common whore. So he wouldn't. He'd woo you, tell you what you wanted to hear, make you feel like no other woman existed. He might even fuck you two times, which is more than he'd ever give any other woman.

Mind made up, Sukuna tosses back the rest of his drink before throwing it at the head of a random pledge and starts moving toward you. Only before he can actually reach you, some guy walked up to you and pulled you away. 

Fuck. Sukuna can feel his anger flaring, always too quick to ‘crash out’ as Gojo puts it. But the night was still young so he would just have to try again later. 

Later came at almost two in the morning and didn't pan out quite like he imagined. The party was dying down, men and women alike were passed out in the lawn with their faces covered in sharpie drawings, red cups were everywhere and Sukuna’s head felt like it was splitting in half. Needless to say, he was in a shit mood.

Even Satoru “never take life too serious” Gojo, looked like his patience had ran out as he kicked at people on the ground, yelling at them to ‘get the fuck up and get the fuck out’. Sukuna however, was past words, simply glaring at people with his hat backwards and arms crossed at his chest until they got the hint and scattered away. 

He was pulling a new pledge up and away from the woman he was attempting to fuck on the living room couch and shoving him by his neck toward the back door. The sophomore understood immediately, grabbing a garbage bag and picking up cups and empty beer cans, mumbling about how he wasn’t a fucking new recruit but not too loud unless Sukuna heard him. 

Sukuna only remembered he was supposed to be finding you when he bumped into a pissy drunk Nanami, knocked out by the pool with his legs hanging in the water and vomit next to his head. The blonde was hardly a drinker, so whenever he decided to indulge a bit, it was like keeping a toddler from offing themselves. Sukuna thought to just leave him there, maybe teach him a lesson about drinking more than he could handle.

 But you would more than likely hate him if your brother accidentally drowned on his watch, and then he wouldn't be able to sleep with you. So begrudgingly, he hooked his arms under Nanami’s and pulled him until he was far enough from the pool, dropping him in the grass. 

His patience was beyond worn thin once the house was cleared of non frat members and when he went back inside in hopes of finally laying down, he was fuming at the sight of some random bitch chugging water from his personal hydro flask, fridge wide open while they basically stood inside of it. 

“Oi! The fuck are you doing touching my shit?” He was seeing red, not even realizing the person he was talking to was you until he was roughly turning you by the shoulder. 

Your eyes were wide and apologetic, hands scrambling to put the top back on it while you mumbled apologies, water dripping down the side of your mouth. “Sorry! I didn't know-”

He glared and crossed his arms, attempting to swallow his rage when he realized this night could end on a good note..

 “Hmm, you just drink from random water bottles? Shit could be laced y’know. Be more careful.” He relished in how you squirmed under his intense gaze but never took your eyes off of his, even if it annoyed him that you clearly lacked survival instincts. He wanted to lick the frown off your mouth.

“Calm down dude, it’s just water! Who are you anyways?” You pushed his leaning body away, disgust twisting in your features. Sukuna was beyond amused though, caging you against the fridge as he put both hands on the side of your head and leaned over you. 

“Ryomen-”

“Sukuna?” You finished, eyes wide in surprise that you hadn't noticed him before. The uncommon pink hair, face tattoos, lip piercing, the looming height. 

Sukuna raised a brow, smug grin on his face. “In the flesh. I know you from somewhere, beautiful? Don’t think I'd forget a face like yours.”

You chuckled, the confidence he saw in you earlier finally crawling to the surface as you stood a little taller, lifting your head to look at him better. You put your hand against his lower stomach and attempted to push him away but Sukuna didn’t budge, though the attempt was cute.

“Hmm, is that why you spent half the night staring at me from across the room like you were working up the nerve to say something to me?” 

Sukuna actually laughed at that, throwing his head back before looking back at you with a small smile. He hadn't realized that you’d been watching him as closely as he was watching you and that made him want you even more.

“I don’t work up nerve for shit.” 

You bit back a smile, a small giggle escaping and Sukuna’s chest clenched. Your eyes were hooded, your dress rising just a little and he was only a man. “Sure.”

“And if I was looking?”

“Then your game sucks since you never actually came over.” 

A low laugh rumbled from his chest. The fucking he was going to give you would be biblical. He would make sure you found difficulty in walking, convince you to stay the night and then fuck you again when you woke.

“You got a habit of insulting strangers in their own homes?”

He shouldn't have been surprised when you responded immediately, your mouth almost as reckless as his. Sukuna thinks he’s met his match when your hand moves from his naval to his chest, manicured nails scratching lightly. 

“Only the ones that yell at me over water.”

He squinted his eyes, moving one hand to squeeze your waist and pull you closer. “My water.”

“Your water.”

Neither of you moved or said anything. Just stared at each other as if in a silent battle. Sukuna’s thumb rubbing circles on your waist while your fingers were sprawled against his chest, biting your lips from the motion and doing a terrible fucking job at hiding the moan that instantly had him leaking precum. 

“Maybe I should leave before you charge me for the water.” You whisper with a shaky breath as he starts lowering his head. He could see the goosebumps on your exposed shoulders, his entire body buzzing with pure lust. 

“Or.. you could stay and make it up to me.” His lips were inches away from yours, breathing in the same air as you as he pulled your body flush against his. The pounding in his head was simmering, replaced by the pounding of his heart and the electric sparks flying between you two. The gravitational force pulling him closer and closer..

His lips were just above yours, hand moving from your waist to your chin, titling your head back. His lips nearly brushing against yours. 

“Is that a pickup line?” 

He hummed, letting his lips lightly touch yours. “Nah, just an invitation.” 

“And if I said no?” You asked as you snaked your hand behind his head, lightly scratching his nape and Sukuna was gone, patience snapped. 

He crashed his lips against yours, groaning and grinding against your body as you returned the kiss, arms tightening around his neck. His tongue danced with yours and he grabbed your hips and lifted you in the air, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. You both traded spit, his teeth biting into your lower lip and cock pushing desperately into your clothed cunt. 

“Upstairs.” You panted when a random person whistled, pulling back for air but Sukuna was ravenous and captured your lips again before letting you down and pulling you toward the stairs, ignoring the many people staring and the warning headshake Gojo gave him. 

When you made it to his room, he slammed the door shut with his foot and pulled you into his embrace again. Kissing and licking at your neck, sucking hard to leave a reminder of tonight. Pride and possessiveness were terrible things and the way you were moaning in his ear only served to strengthen those emotions. 

Sukuna was completely feral, squeezing your breasts and rubbing his thumb over your nipples as he walked you backwards. He only pulled back when the back of your legs hit the mattress, gripping your chin and pulling you impossibly closer. 

“You sure about this? I’m not gentle.” His left hand moved to your ass, sliding under the dress and cupping and squeezing. Sukuna was far from a touchy person but your body was singing to him, begging to be touched and who was he to deny that?

“Mhmm, I’m a big girl. I’m sure I can handle it.” You batted your eyes at him, fingers toying with the waistband of his pants and brushing against the happy trail that disappeared into his boxers. Sukuna felt his entire face heat up but before you could notice, he was ripping your dress over your head and pushing you back on the bed. 

He towered over you, hand palming his hard cock over his pants, watching you wither on the bed beneath him. Your eyes were bright, glassy and full of need as you started running your hands over your body. Sukuna had no plans on making you wait, pulling his pants down and laying his body between your legs, grinding his covered cock into you. His lips attacked your neck before traveling down to your boobs, biting on the soft skin and licking over the spots to soothe the sting. He was sure to give each breast equally attention, leaving individual marks that were sure to bruise.

“No need for foreplay, my panties are thoroughly soaked.” You cried out as his fingers made contact with your clothed pussy. He smirked when he noticed you were being truthful. What a needy little slut Nanami’s sister was. He had been set on woo’ing you, not wanting to make you feel used and here you were, as big of a freak as he was. 

“All for me?” He huffed out a laugh against your neck before sucking hard enough to leave another reminder of tonight, fingers pushing your panties to the side and sinking into you. You were so warm and wet, gummy walls contracting around his fingers as he pushed them deep and curled. 

You were moaning and crying his name, singing beautiful lyrics of “ngghh sukuna, need you inside of me.” and, “oh fuck, how are your fingers so long?” and his favorite, “I love the way you touch me.” It made his head swell with smugness, and the sounds you were making? Sukuna thought it might ruin him, the heavy breathing and crude words coming from such sweet lips.

“Gonna fuck you real good, ya hear me? Need you to cum on my fingers first, don’t be shy baby.” His fingers pumped faster. Sukuna pressed his forehead against yours, watching your every expression to make sure he was hitting the right spots. 

“Oh! Oh god yes, Sukuna- fuck that feels- uuhhh, so good.” Your hands were gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and the pain had his dick growing impossibly harder. 

“Come on sweetheart. You want me to make your little pussy cum, yeah? Fuck you’re so tight, gripping my fucking fingers like a virgin.”

He started rubbing his thumb against your clit, moving in circles and grinding his dick into the bed. Your body tensed, head thrown back as you squirted on his fingers, juices spraying his shirt and Sukuna was so gone. 

He placed a few kisses on your mouth, calling you a good girl before sitting back on his legs and pulling your panties down, lifting your body to unclasp your bra and pushing you back down. He quickly stood to pull his boxers down, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach. Pre cum was leaking from the red tip and the way you were eyeing him with blown pupils and literal drool falling from the corners of your mouth, made him want to shove his dick down your throat but he had to feel you around his cock or he just might die. 

“Wow. That’s- I don’t think-” 

Sukuna laughed at the uncertainty in your voice, yanking your legs open and sliding his body over yours, his cock pushing at your entrance. “What? Where’s that confidence from earlier, hmm? Don’t act shy now. I'll take good care of you, baby.” 

“You’re such a di- OH!” You cried as he slammed forward, almost bottoming out in one thrust and making your back arch off the bed, breasts pushing against his chest and Sukuna was going crazy. 

You were so fucking tight, gripping his cock like you were afraid it would slip out and he was instantly addicted. You were so warm, so wet and he knew he would fuck you again. He would fuck you until he satiated this need that consumed him whole. 

“Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well. Such a good little cock drunk slut.” He groaned embarrassingly loud but he was too dizzy with euphoria to reflect on it, too drunk on your pussy himself to have any kind of rational thoughts. He lifted your legs on his shoulders and his cock sank deeper, hitting that soft wall and pounding like a sex starved man. 

The room was filled with the sounds of your mixed moans, skin slapping together and your wet pussy sloshing and squelching as Sukuna slammed into you without mercy. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue fighting with yours before he pulled back and spit into your parted lips as you moaned his name.

You didn’t miss a beat, swallowing his spit and moving your hips to fuck yourself against him. Sukuna thought he might be in love. “Harder! M’gonna cum again, please-”

You yelped as he flipped you, placing you on all fours before slamming back in. Only then did he realize he never put a fucking condom on but it was too late, he was already sliding back into you, head thrown back at the sensation of your raw pussy. He fucking hated condoms anyways.

“Yeah? Be careful what you ask for.” He gripped your hips with a brute force and started slamming into you with no warning. You yelled out and fell forward but he didn’t stop. He was pounding into you like you were nothing more than his own personal fleshlight, cock hitting all the right spots and stars were exploding behind your eyes. 

“Ooohh Ryo- haaa, gonna cum again. Don’t- ngghhh- don’t stop!” 

Sukuna couldn’t breathe, chest overwhelmingly tight with desire but he didn’t stop either. You felt too fucking good for that, so he ignored it and focused on the way his stomach was tightening everytime he dragged you back against his cock. His veins dragging against your squishy walls so good, he was reaching forward and pulling you up against his chest. 

“Get over here, pretty.” He pulled your face to his and smashed his lips against yours, one hand holding onto your hip to keep you upright while the other worked against your dripping pussy. Pinching and rubbing at your clit with a speed that had tears leaking from your eyes as you started clenching around him. 

Sukuna didn’t stop, moving his head to your neck and he fucked you faster, each thrust taking him deeper as his balls started tightening. 

“Are you on birth control?” He asked even though he had decided long ago that he was gonna stuff you full of his cum and deal with the consequences later. He had never been this irresponsible but this is the man you had reduced him to. 

“Yes! I’m so close, Ryo-” You were moaning like a pornstar and he almost came at the sound of his nickname leaving your lips. A name he typically only allowed family to call him but he wasn’t about to correct you while he was balls deep inside of you. 

“Give it to me baby. Fuck I’m gonna fill you, yeah? You want that?” 

Sweat covered his body and pink strands stuck to his forehead, his red eyes blazing from the feeling of his impending orgasm.

He rubbed at your clit faster and bit down on your neck, a few seconds away from cumming when you squeezed his cock in beats, orgasm taking you under and pulling him with you. 

You were shaking and crying out his name and Sukuna was shooting a massive load into you, pushing deep to make sure not one drop escaped. The groan he gave was guttural, his balls pulsing as he pumped you full, white cum painting your walls so fucking good. 

“Fuck. That’s it, t-take my fucking cum like a good girl. Filling you so much baby-” 

Sukuna didn’t know what was happening to his body but before he could catch his breath, his hips were snapping into you as you both fell forward, his hands holding your hips as he grinded deep into you, shooting an even bigger load into you as you writhed beneath him and he groaned loud and long. 

He fucked you into the mattress as he rode out his second orgasm, mouth dropped open, hips twitching until he was left a panting mess above you. He pushed into you a few times, riding out his high and making certain his cum stayed where it belonged before kissing your shoulder and rolling onto the bed beside you. 

He was so blissed out he didn’t even question it as he pulled your body into his, hardly giving himself time to breathe before he was wrapping his arms around you and tucking his face in your neck. 

Sukuna had never slept as well as he did that night and to say he was disappointed to find you gone in the morning, would be an understatement.

He had no idea that he would be seeing a whole lot more of you in the very near future.

ch. 2

note: guys I promise the next chapters will be longer! but lemme know what you think, comments are always appreciated! <3

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[nottellingofname]

Could you pretty please write a stepdad!toji where he has his friends over and he reveals that he’s been sleeping with his stepdaughter and is casually bragging that she’s a squirter but they teasingly don’t believe him so he invites you to come join/meet them and prove them wrong. Like a major emphasis on exhibitionism where they just sit there and watch you on Toji’s lap whilst he turns you into a fountain and !maybe¡ they take turns trying to make you gush like omgggg pls im ovulating. like girl i LOVE your writing style so much this would be top tier 👅💦❤️❤️❤️

Rain On Me ﾟ⋆☂︎⋆

˙⋆✮ Warnings: NSFW / Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact), Squirting, Gangbang, Exhibition, Dick Piercings yums, passing out, a whole lotta freak. This request made my pussy so wet i squirted too. 11k filth.

The cold beers sweat in their hands as the men sprawl across Toji’s living room, a haze of cigarette smoke hanging in the air despite the open windows. Another Friday night with the boys, and it’s Toji’s turn to host.

This usually means a steady supply of the good whiskey and, if they’re lucky, maybe some decent food that didn’t come from a delivery app. The conversation flows easy, the insults flying between the men who’ve known each other too long to pretend.

Sukuna stretches his massive frame across the couch, his tattoos rippling as he throws an arm over the backrest. He’s already working on his third beer, the empties lined up on the coffee table like fallen soldiers.

Shiu perches on the edge of the loveseat, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, eyes half-lidded as he watches the others through the smoke.

Naoya’s pacing, all nervous as usual, cracking his knuckles as he waits for his turn in their rotating game of bullshit.

And Toji’s kicked back in his recliner, legs spread, one hand on his whiskey, the other absently scratching at the scar on his lip. There’s something smug in the set of his shoulders tonight, a secret tucked behind those razor-sharp green eyes.

“So I’m telling her to get on all fours,” Sukuna says, his voice dropping into that low register that always signals he’s about to say something filthy. “And this bitch, she’s looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“But you are crazy,” Shiu cuts in, flicking ash into a half-empty pizza box.

Sukuna ignores him. “She says to me, ‘I’m not that kind of girl.’” He mimics a high, prissy voice that makes Naoya snort. “So I say, ‘Baby, you’re exactly that kind of girl. You’re just afraid of how much you’re gonna like it.’”

“You’re so full of shit,” Shiu says, but there’s no heat in it.

“Nah, man, she was begging by the end.” Sukuna grins, all teeth. “Like, literally. ‘Please, please, please.’”

They all know he’s exaggerating, they always do, but that’s half the fun.

“Please,” Naoya scoffs. “I had this girl last week, she was so into it she squirted all over my fucking bed. Had to throw out the mattress.”

That gets everyone’s attention. Sukuna sits up straighter, eyes narrowing. Shiu takes a long drag of his cigarette.

“Bullshit,” Sukuna says. “You couldn’t make a girl squirt if your life depended on it.”

“I swear to god,” Naoya insists, cheeks flushing. “It was like a fucking firehose. She apologized and everything.”

Shiu shakes his head. “She was probably just pissing herself laughing at your sad little dick.”

The room erupts. Sukuna nearly chokes on his beer. Even Toji, who’s been suspiciously quiet, cracks a smile.

“Fuck you,” Naoya spits, but there’s no bite to it. They all know the drill by now. “Whatever. At least I’m not the one paying women to pretend they’re into me.”

Shiu raises an eyebrow. “That’s business, not pleasure. And I get off on watching their bank accounts grow. You wouldn’t understand.”

“You two are fucking sad,” Sukuna says, shaking his head. “I had this one girl last month, she was so into it she let me cum in her mouth and then kiss her. Like, deep. And she swallowed everything.”

They all groan. Classic Sukuna, always trying to one-up everyone with his tales of sexual conquest.

“That’s not even impressive,” Shiu says, but the slight tightening around his eyes says otherwise. “I had a woman once who came three times from just my fingers. Didn’t even need to get my dick out.”

It’s at this point that Sukuna notices Toji hasn’t said a word. Normally, Toji’s the first to jump in with some crude story or another, something to make them all wince or whistle or call him a sick fuck.

“Hey,” Sukuna says, tossing an empty can at Toji’s head. “You dead in there? We’re talking about pussy and you’ve got nothing to say?”

Toji catches the can midair without looking, crushing it in his fist. “Just waiting for you amateurs to finish.”

That gets everyone’s attention. Shiu raises an eyebrow. Naoya stops pacing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sukuna asks.

Toji takes a long swig of his whiskey, then sets the glass down with a deliberate thunk. “Means I’ve been fucking my stepdaughter for the past six months, and she lets me do anything I want to her.”

The room goes silent. For once, Sukuna has nothing to say. Shiu’s cigarette burns, forgotten, between his fingers. Naoya’s mouth opens and closes like a fish.

“You’re full of shit,” Shiu finally says, but his voice lacks its usual conviction.

Toji just smiles, that slow, dangerous curve of lips that means he’s about to prove someone wrong.

“She’s a squirter,” he says, as casually as if he’s discussing the weather. “Like, for real. Not that pissing shit Naoya’s talking about. The real deal. Soaking the sheets, hitting the headboard. And she begs—fuck, she begs so pretty. ‘Please, Daddy, please.’”

“Stop,” Sukuna says, but he’s leaning forward now, clearly intrigued despite himself. “That’s fucked up, man.”

“What?” Toji shrugs. “She’s legal. And she’s got the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. Takes my whole fist and thanks me for it.”

“I don’t believe you,” Naoya says, but he’s gone pale. “You wouldn’t—she wouldn’t—“

“You calling me a liar?” Toji’s voice drops, dangerous.

“No, but—“ Naoya stumbles over his words. “That’s just—that’s your daughter, man.”

“Stepdaughter,” Toji corrects. “And she’s not my daughter when she’s on her knees.”

The room falls into an uncomfortable silence. Shiu stubs out his cigarette, then immediately lights another. Sukuna takes another swig of his beer, eyes never leaving Toji’s face.

“I want proof,” Sukuna says finally.

“Yeah,” Shiu agrees, surprising everyone. “Show us or it didn’t happen.”

Toji laughs, a sound that sends a chill down even Sukuna’s spine. “You want me to prove I fuck my stepdaughter?”

“That’s fucked up,” Naoya says, but he doesn’t leave. None of them do.

“Wait here,” Toji says, standing up and draining the last of his whiskey. “I’ll be right back.”

And with that, he’s gone, leaving the three men in a silence broken only by the soft crackle of Shiu’s cigarette and the distant sound of Toji’s heavy footsteps heading upstairs.

The bedroom door slams open with enough force to make the walls shudder. You’re sitting cross-legged on your bed, phone in hand, earbuds in, when suddenly there’s Toji, all six-foot-something of him filling your doorway, his eyes dark with that look you’ve come to know all too well.

You barely have time to yank out your earbuds before he’s crossing the room, his hand wrapping around your upper arm.

“What the—“ you start, but Toji cuts you off with a shake of his head.

“No talking,” he says, his voice that special kind of rough that makes your stomach flip. “I’ve got something to show the boys.”

And then you’re airborne—literally—as he hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.

Your stomach lurches as he turns and heads back toward the door, one hand splayed across the back of your thighs to keep you in place. The world tilts sideways, your hair hanging down past Toji’s shoulder blades, the floor moving beneath you in a nauseating blur.

“Toji!” you hiss, pounding your fists against his lower back. “Put me down!”

“Stop squirming,” he says, giving your ass a warning slap that echoes in the narrow hallway. “You’re gonna make me drop you.”

You know from experience he won’t drop you (Toji’s strong enough to carry you one-handed if he wanted to) but the threat is enough to make you go limp.

Your tank top rides up, exposing a strip of your lower back to the cool air of the house. Your shorts, those thin cotton ones that barely cover your ass on a good day, slide even further up the curve of your thighs.

The living room comes into view, and with it, the shocked faces of Toji’s friends.

You’ve seen them around before. Shiu with his ever-present cigarette, Sukuna with his massive frame and smirk, Naoya with his badly bleached hair and piercings. But never like this. Never with you draped over Toji’s shoulder like some kind of exotic pet.

Toji drops you into his lap as he sinks back into his recliner. Your face burns hot enough to fry an egg as you scramble to hide yourself against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck, your face pressing into the warm skin where his t-shirt collar hangs loose.

You can feel his heart beating against your cheek, steady and strong, while yours hammers like it’s trying to escape your ribcage.

You’re acutely aware of how you’re sitting—straddling one of his thighs, your knees pressing into the leather on either side of his hips, your ass perched precariously on his other leg.

Your shorts have ridden up so far you can feel the cool air on the exposed skin of your ass cheeks. Your tank top has twisted, exposing a sliver of your stomach where it meets the waistband of your shorts.

“Sshh,” Toji soothes, one big hand running up and down your spine in long, slow strokes. The other hand comes up to card through your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles. “You shy, princess?”

You nod against his neck, not trusting yourself to speak. The living room has gone dead quiet—you can practically hear the smoke from Shiu’s cigarette curling toward the ceiling.

“What the fuck,” Sukuna says finally, breaking the silence. His voice is thick with something you don’t want to identify.

“You can’t just—“ Shiu starts, then stops, seemingly at a loss for words.

It’s Naoya who speaks up next, his voice sharp with indignation. “Don’t be rude,” he says, and you realize with a start that he’s talking to you. “You have guests over.”

You feel Toji’s body tense beneath you, and you peek up just enough to see the glare he’s shooting at Naoya. But then Toji’s hand is on your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“He’s right, baby,” Toji says, his voice dropping to that tone he uses when it’s just the two of you. “You should say hello to everyone.”

Slowly, reluctantly, you turn in his lap to face the room.

The three men are staring at you with expressions ranging from shock to hunger. You manage a small wave, your fingers barely moving, before embarrassment overtakes you again and you duck back down to hide your face in Toji’s neck.

“Jesus Christ,” Shiu mutters, finally remembering his cigarette and taking a long drag. “She’s actually—“

“Shy,” Toji cuts in, his hand resuming its gentle stroking of your hair. “Aren’t you, princess? But she’s not always like this.” His voice drops even lower, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Are you, baby?”

You shake your head slightly, not trusting your voice.

“The guys don’t believe me,” Toji says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “They think I’m making shit up about how good I make you feel.”

That gets your attention. You lift your head slightly, frowning. “No,” you say, your voice small but clear. “That’s not true. You take good care of me.”

The room goes quiet again. You can feel Toji’s chest rumble with silent laughter beneath your cheek.

“Hear that?” he says to the room at large. “She thinks I take good care of her.”

“She’s just saying that,” Naoya cuts in, his voice tight. “She’s probably scared of you.”

That makes you frown. “I’m not scared of Toji,” you say, a little more firmly. “He’s never hurt me.”

“Not in a bad way,” Toji agrees, and there’s something in his voice that makes your face heat up again.

“Look,” Sukuna says, his massive frame shifting on the couch as he leans forward. “I don’t know what kind of fucked up game you two are playing, but—“

“It’s not a game,” Toji says, cutting him off. “And we’re gonna prove it.” His hand slides down to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze that makes you jump. “Right, baby? We’re gonna show these assholes exactly how good I can make you feel.”

Toji’s looking at you with those eyes, and his hand is warm on your skin, and his voice is doing that thing that makes your stomach flip, and—

“Okay,” you whisper, so quietly you’re not sure anyone but Toji can hear it.

But they must, because the room goes deathly quiet again, the only sound the soft crackle of Shiu’s cigarette as it burns closer to the filter.

Toji’s hand slides down from the small of your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine until they reach the waistband of your shorts.

For a moment, he just rests his palm there, warm and heavy, then slowly, so slowly you can feel each individual callus, his hand cups the roundness of your ass.

His fingers dig in slightly, testing the give of flesh beneath thin cotton, and you can’t stop the small whine that escapes your throat as you bury your face deeper into his neck.

“There it is,” Toji murmurs, voice pitched low for your ears only. “That pretty little sound.”

His hand slides lower, gripping the meat of your ass cheek and giving it a gentle squeeze. Then another, firmer this time, making the flesh jiggle beneath his palm.

The sound seems obscenely loud in the otherwise silent room—the soft smack of skin against skin, your barely-there gasp as you squirm in his lap.

“What the fuck,” Sukuna says again, but there’s a new note in his voice, something hot and hungry that makes your skin prickle.

“Jesus Christ,” Shiu mutters, taking another long drag of his cigarette. “This is fucking—“

“Hot,” Naoya cuts in, his voice tight. “It’s fucking hot, is what it is.”

Toji laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he says, and then his hand is moving again, sliding around to the front of your shorts, dipping beneath the waistband.

You stiffen, a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over you. “Toji,” you whisper, your voice breaking on his name. “They can see—“

“That’s the point, baby,” he murmurs back, and then his fingers are sliding lower, pushing past the elastic of your panties to cup you directly. Your shorts pull taut across the front, the outline of his hand clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.

“Holy shit,” Sukuna breathes, leaning forward on the couch. “Is he—“

“Fuck,” Shiu agrees, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers. “He is.”

Toji’s fingers move, spreading your folds, finding the slick heat of you with unerring accuracy.

Your breath catches as he circles your clit, once, twice, then dips lower to gather the wetness there.

The sound is unmistakable. The soft, obscene squelch of his fingers moving through your arousal.

And you want to die, want to disappear, want to sink into the floor and never come back up.

But then Toji’s finger presses just right, rubbing tight circles against that spot that makes your vision blur, and all you can do is clutch at his shoulders and try to remember how to breathe.

“She’s soaked,” Toji announces to the room, his voice thick with pride. “Always gets this wet for me. Don’t you, princess?”

You nod helplessly, beyond words as his fingers continue their relentless exploration.

“Stand up,” Toji says suddenly, his hand withdrawing from your shorts to grip your waist. “Come on, baby. Up.”

You obey without thinking, your body responding to his command before your brain can catch up.

Your legs are shaky as you stand, the cool air hitting your overheated skin making you shiver. Toji’s hands are on your hips, turning you to face the room, to face his friends. All three of them staring at you.

Toji’s hands move to the waistband of your shorts, fingers hooking under the elastic to tug your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. The cool air hits your exposed flesh, raising goosebumps along your thighs, between your legs. Your shorts and panties land in a tangle around your ankles, and then Toji’s giving them a flick, sending them flying across the room—directly at Naoya, who catches them with a startled yelp.

“Fuck,” Shiu says, his voice cracking on the word. “She’s completely—“

“Full of hair,” Sukuna finishes, eyes fixed on the juncture of your thighs. “What a woman.”

Toji laughs again, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Ilike it this way,” he says, one hand coming up to stroke the inside of your thigh. “I don’t mind a little hair in my food.”

Your face burns, but you can’t look away from the three men—can’t tear your eyes from the way Sukuna’s shifted on the couch, one hand adjusting himself through his pants; from the way Shiu’s cigarette has burned down to the filter without him noticing; from the way Naoya’s clutching your discarded underwear like it’s something precious.

“Sit,” Toji says, his hands guiding you back down—but not onto his lap this time. Instead, he’s shifting in the recliner, reaching down to unzip his jeans and free his cock. It springs up, already hard, the tip glistening slightly in the dim light. “Here,” he says, guiding you to straddle him, facing outward toward his friends. “That’s it, baby. Take me in.”

You sink down onto him slowly, your body opening to accept his size. It burns, it always does no matter how many times you’ve done this. But it burns good, stretching you, making your toes curl. Your breath hitches as he bottoms out, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

“Fuck,” Sukuna breathes, leaning forward on the couch. “Look at her stomach.”

You glance down, and your breath catches. There’s a visible bulge in your lower abdomen, the outline of Toji’s cock pressing against your skin from the inside. Your pussy clenches around him at the sight, making him groan.

“Holy shit,” Naoya says, his voice higher than usual. “He’s actually deep inside.“

“Fuckin hell,” Shiu starts, his usual composure nowhere to be found. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Toji’s hands come up to grip your thighs, spreading your legs wider to better display you to his audience. Your pussy is stretched obscenely around his girth, your inner lips struggling to close around the intrusion. There’s a glistening ring of cream where your bodies join.

“Ride me,” Toji says, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat. “Show these assholes what a good girl you are.”

You start to move, rising your hips slightly before sinking back down. The angle is awkward with your legs spread so wide, but Toji’s hands are there to guide you, to set the pace.

Up, down. Up, down. The wet sounds of your arousal fill the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate whimpers and Toji’s occasional grunts of pleasure.

“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his free hand sliding up under your tank top to cup your breast. His thumb finds your nipple immediately, circling the already hardened peak. “Look at them,” he says, nodding toward his friends. “They can’t take their eyes off you. They’re imagining what it would be like to fuck you. To have you ride their cocks just like this.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, but your body responds anyway, your inner walls clenching around him as heat builds low in your belly.

“Want to see these,” Toji says, his hand moving to the hem of your tank top. With one smooth motion, he tugs it down, exposing your breasts to the cool air—and to the hungry gazes of his friends. Your nipples harden further under their attention, and you can’t stop the small moan that escapes your lips.

“Fuck,” Sukuna says again, apparently beyond any other vocabulary. “They’re perfect.”

“They’re mine,” Toji corrects, his hand coming up to squeeze your breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Aren’t they, baby? You’re all mine.”

You nod helplessly, beyond words as his thumb flicks over your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your hips move faster of their own accord, chasing that feeling, that building pressure that promises release.

“Fuck,” Shiu mutters, finally remembering his cigarette and stubbing it out.

“She’s gonna cum,” Toji announces, his voice thick with pride. “Just from my cock and my fingers on her tits. She’s that sensitive.” His hand moves to your other breast, giving it the same treatment. Squeezing, fondling, thumb circling your nipple until it’s a hard, aching point. “Aren’t you, princess? You’re gonna cum just like this, with everyone watching.”

And you are. You’re so close you can taste it, the pressure building at the base of your spine, your thighs starting to shake with the effort of holding yourself up. One more stroke, one more twist of Toji’s fingers, and you’ll—

“Wait,” Toji says suddenly, his hand leaving your breast to grip your hip, stopping your movements. “I’m gonna teach you fuckers something.”

His hands are still on your hips, keeping you immobile on his cock, your inner walls fluttering helplessly around his girth. “You want to know how to make a girl squirt? For real, not that pissing shit Naoya was talking about?” He glances around the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn. “Watch and learn.”

Sukuna leans forward, eyes narrowed. “You’re full of shit.”

“I’m not,” Toji says, his hands sliding up to your waist. “She’s ovulating right now. Makes it easier. She creams up real nice, gets so sensitive she can’t stand it.” His thumbs rub small circles into the soft skin of your stomach. “You just have to overstimulate her. Push her past what she thinks she can take.”

It’s true, you are ovulating, your body extra responsive, extra eager.

But hearing Toji say it out loud, in front of his friends, makes your stomach twist with a confusing mix of embarrassment and arousal.

“First,” Toji says, his hands moving up to cup your breasts again, “you gotta get her nice and worked up.” His fingers find your nipples, pinching lightly—then, without warning, he pulls.

You arch into the touch, a startled gasp escaping your lips. The sensation is electric, making your head spin. Your back bows, pushing your chest further into Toji’s hands, your hips rocking forward of their own accord.

“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his voice dropping to that register meant for your ears only. “She likes it a little rough. Don’t you, princess?”

You nod helplessly, beyond words as he gives your nipples another tug, then another, each one sending a fresh jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your pussy clenches around his cock, still buried deep inside you, and you can feel him pulse in response.

Toji’s hands leave your breasts, one coming up to cup the back of your neck, guiding your face to his. For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you. But his mouth is on your neck instead, teeth scraping lightly over your pulse point before his tongue soothes the sting.

He works his way down, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, the top curve of your breast, before moving back up to suck a dark mark into the sensitive spot just below your ear.

You whimper, the sound embarrassingly needy, as his teeth graze your skin. Your hips move without your permission, rocking back and forth on his cock, seeking friction, seeking release.

“That’s it,” Toji groans, his voice hot against your ear. “Take what you need. Use my cock however you want.”

His hands move to your ass, gripping the soft flesh and guiding your movements. The wet sounds of your arousal fill the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate whimpers and Toji’s occasional grunts of pleasure.

“Give them a show,” Toji continues, one hand sliding up to grip your hair, tilting your head back to better display your throat. “Let them see how good I make you feel.”

Your hips move faster, chasing that feeling, that building pressure that promises release.

“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his free hand sliding down your stomach to where your bodies join. “You’re doing so good, princess. So fucking good for me.”

His fingers find your clit without looking, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. The touch is almost too much after the building pleasure of his cock inside you—and you jerk in his lap, a startled gasp escaping your lips.

“Shh,” Toji soothes, his other hand coming up to cover your mouth. “You can take it. I know you can.”

His fingers move faster, tighter circles against your clit that make your vision blur. Your inner walls clench around his cock, your thighs starting to shake with the effort of holding yourself up. And then Toji’s fingers change direction, pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger. And you break.

It hits you like a freight train, your orgasm crashing through you with enough force to make your back arch, your head thrown back.

Your pussy clenches around Toji’s cock, milking him as pleasure radiates outward from your core. But it’s not just the orgasm. It’s what comes with it, the sudden gush of wetness that erupts from you, splashing over Toji’s hand, his cock, dripping down to darken the fabric of the recliner beneath you.

“Oh fuck,” Sukuna breathes, leaning forward on the couch.

“She’s squirting,” Shiu finishes, his cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. “Fucking hell.”

Toji doesn’t stop—if anything, he doubles down, his fingers swiping through the mess you’ve made to circle your clit again. “That’s it,” he praises, his voice thick with pride. “Let go. Give me everything.”

And you do, another gush of clear fluid erupting from you, then another, each one accompanied by a broken moan that Toji’s hand does little to muffle. Your hips move of their own accord, riding out the waves of pleasure, your inner walls fluttering around Toji’s cock as he continues to stroke you through it.

By the time it’s over, you’re slumped against his chest, boneless and shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Toji’s cock is still buried deep inside you, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath your ear. His hand moves from between your legs to your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles.

“There you go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “That’s my good girl.”

“Impressive,” Shiu speaks up, finally remembering his cigarette and taking a long drag. “I’ll give you that.”

“Anyone want to try?” Toji asks, his voice casual despite the way his cock twitches inside you at the words. “Show me what you learned?”

The room goes quiet, the three men exchanging glances. No one moves—they’re all still mesmerized by what they’ve just witnessed. Your inner walls still occasionally clenching around his cock as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through you.

“Come on,” Toji taunts, one hand idly stroking your hair. “Don’t tell me you’re all talk. I just gave you a free lesson.”

Still no one moves. Sukuna shifts on the couch, his massive frame seeming suddenly restless. Shiu takes another drag of his cigarette, eyes never leaving the point where your bodies join. Naoya stands frozen, his expression unreadable.

“No takers?” Toji says, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that always makes your stomach flip. “Guess I’ll have to keep her all to myself, then.”

No one moves. The room is frozen in a tableau of lust and shock. They’re not sure if Toji’s just challenging them or actually inviting them. Even the air seems still, heavy with the mingled scents of sex and smoke and anticipation.

It’s Shiu who breaks first, glancing away and clearing his throat. He reaches for the ashtray, stubbing out his cigarette with slightly shaking hands. His eyes dart around the room, landing everywhere but on you—on the TV, on the ceiling, on the half-empty beer bottles lined up on the coffee table.

“See something you like?” Toji asks, his voice thick with amusement. His hand is still in your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles as you catch your breath against his chest.

“Just surprised, is all,” Shiu says, his voice carefully neutral. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Toji laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” he says, one hand sliding up to cup your tits, giving it a possessive squeeze. “Come closer. Get a better look.”

Shiu shakes his head. “I’m good from here.”

“Come on,” Toji coaxes, his voice dropping to that dangerous register. “Don’t be shy. She doesn’t bite.” A pause, then, “Unless you ask nicely.”

“Please,” you hear yourself say, the word barely more than a whisper. “I want... I want you to come closer.”

Shiu’s eyes snap to yours, surprise flashing across his face before he can hide it. “What?”

“Please,” you say again, your voice stronger this time. “I want to see you. Want you to see me.”

Something flickers in Shiu’s eyes, caution maybe, but he’s already moving, crossing the room with measured steps until he’s standing just beyond arm’s reach of Toji’s recliner.

Up close, he’s even more intimidating. Shiu is tall and lean, with that perpetually tired look that comes from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep. His slanted eyes never leave your face, even as his hand comes up to adjust his collar.

“Closer,” Toji says, his voice leaving no room for argument. “She won’t break.”

Shiu takes another step forward, close enough now that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to.

And you do want to. The realization hits you with the force of a physical blow, your hand moving of its own accord to grab his belt, fingers curling around the leather with surprising strength.

“Fuck,” Shiu breathes, his composure cracking for just a moment as you tug him forward, your other hand working at his belt buckle with surprising dexterity. “Wait, I—“

But it’s too late—his belt is already coming loose, his zipper already sliding down, and then his cock is springing free, hitting you square in the face with enough force to make your eyes water. It’s already hard, the tip glistening slightly with pre-cum, the veins standing out prominently along its length.

“Calm down,” Shiu mutters, one hand coming up as if to push you away but then stopping, hovering uncertainly in the air between you. “You don’t have to—“

You cut him off by wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue flattening against the underside as you take him into your mouth.

He’s hot and heavy on your tongue, slightly bitter with the taste of pre-cum, the musky scent of him filling your nostrils. You work your way down his length slowly, taking him deeper with each bob of your head, saliva already beginning to pool in your mouth.

“Nnnghh, fuck,” Shiu breathes, his hand finally settling on the top of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “Fuck, that’s—“

He doesn’t finish the thought, too caught up in the sensation of your mouth around him, your tongue working along his length.

Your cheeks hollow as you suck, your hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, twisting slightly on the upstroke. Drool escapes the corner of your mouth, sliding down your chin to drip onto your exposed breasts, but you’re beyond caring about how you look.

Shiu doesn’t know what to do with his hands. One second they’re on your head, the next they’re gripping his own hips, white-knuckled with the effort of holding himself back. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his hips jerking forward slightly with each downward movement of your head.

“She likes it rough,” Toji says, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure clouding your mind. “Don’t you, baby? You like it when they use your mouth?”

You nod as best you can with Shiu’s cock halfway down your throat, a muffled sound of agreement escaping around his length. Toji chuckles, and the low vibration rolls from his chest into yours.

“See?” he says, reaching up to grab Shiu’s wrists. “Like this.” He guides Shiu’s hands to your head, positioning them on either side with your hair wrapped around his fingers. “Hold her still. Push her down if you want. She can take it.”

Shiu looks doubtful for a moment. Then Toji’s hand is on the back of your head, pushing you down until Shiu’s cock hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly, tears springing to your eyes, but the feeling is quickly overshadowed by the rush of pleasure that comes with Shiu’s broken moan, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hand keeping steady pressure on the back of your head. “Take it all. Show him what a good girl you are.”

You relax your throat, letting Shiu slide deeper, your nose now pressed against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He’s so far down your throat you can’t breathe, black spots dancing at the edges of your vision, but the sounds he’s making, those desperate, broken moans, make it worth every second of discomfort.

“Fuck,” Shiu gasps, his hips jerking forward of their own accord. “I’m gonna—I’m close—“

And then Toji’s hand is on your shoulder, yanking you back with enough force to make your neck snap. Shiu’s cock slides from your mouth with a wet pop, a strand of saliva connecting your lips to the glistening head for one obscene moment before breaking.

“What the fuck?” Shiu demands, his voice cracking on the words. “I was right there—“

“You can finish inside her,” Toji says, his voice casual despite the way his cock twitches inside you at the words. “Your dick just needed to be wet enough to fit in her while I’m still here.”

Shiu blinks, clearly struggling to process this new information. “You want me to—“

“Fuck her,” Toji finishes for him. “Yeah. That’s the idea.”

At this point, everyone is itching for a turn. Sukuna has moved to the edge of the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the point where your bodies join. Naoya is practically vibrating with anticipation, one hand conspicuously adjusting himself through his pants.

“Jesus Christ,” Sukuna says, his voice rough with want. “Hurry the fuck up. Some of us are waiting for a turn.”

“Yeah,” Naoya agrees, taking a step closer. “Stop being such a pussy and just fuck her already.”

Even Toji is getting impatient, his hands tightening on your hips. “Come on,” he says, spreading your legs wider with his knees. “She’s waiting.”

Shiu takes a deep breath, clearly steeling himself, then moves closer.

His hands find your ankles, pushing your legs up and back until they’re practically folded against Toji’s chest. The new position spreads you open obscenely, your pussy on full display for everyone to see, the glistening evidence of your arousal, the stretched ring of your entrance where Toji’s cock is still buried deep inside you.

“Fuck,” Shiu breathes, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs, the tip now dangerously close to your exposed folds. “I don’t know if she can take—“

“She can take it,” Toji interrupts, his voice leaving no room for argument. “She’s taken bigger. Haven’t you, princess?”

You nod helplessly, beyond words as Shiu’s hands move to your hips, his cock nudging against your entrance.

It’s already wet from your arousal, from the saliva still coating his length but it’s still a tight fit as he begins to push inside, the head of his cock stretching you around Toji’s girth.

“God damn,” Sukuna mutters, moving to sit on the arm of the recliner for a better view.

“This is so fucking hot,” Naoya whispers to himself, now standing directly behind Shiu, close enough that his breath ruffles the hair at the back of Shiu’s neck. “So fucking hot.”

You’re stretched obscenely around the two cocks now, your inner walls struggling to accommodate their combined girth. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your hands finding Shiu’s hips to guide him deeper.

“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his hands moving to your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples. “Take him all the way. Show him what a good girl you are.”

Shiu bottoms out with a groan that seems torn from the depths of his chest, his hips flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt alongside Toji’s.

For a moment, he just stays there, seemingly overwhelmed by the sensation of your tight heat around him, by the obscene sight of your stretched pussy struggling to contain them both.

“Move,” you beg, your voice breaking on the word. “Please, I need—“

You don’t get to finish the thought before Shiu’s hips are moving, pulling back slightly before driving forward again.

Your legs are splayed wide, almost obscenely so, but it lets him ram right against that spot, that fucking sweet spot that makes your vision go fuzzy and your insides clamp down like a vise around both their cocks.

“Fuck,” Shiu gasps, his rhythm already faltering, his movements growing erratic. “I’m not gonna last—she’s too fucking tight—“

“Then don’t,” Toji says, his voice thick with amusement. “Cum in her. Fill her up.”

And Shiu does. With a broken moan that sounds almost like pain, his hips jerking forward one final time as he spills inside you, his cock pulsing against your inner walls.

The sensation of his release triggers your own orgasm, your back arching, your inner walls clamping down around the two cocks still buried inside you.

But with the climax comes a rush of release, a sudden flood of clear liquid that bursts from you, drenching Shiu’s stomach and chest, and soaking into the fabric of the recliner below.

He looks down in shock, his composure completely shattered as he watches you squirt all over him, your pussy still pulsing around his cock.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, eyes wide with disbelief. “She actually squirts.“

Seeing you cum all over Shiu, Sukuna practically leaps off the couch. He’s across the room in two massive strides, hands grabbing Shiu’s shoulders and yanking him back with enough force to send him stumbling.

“My turn,” Sukuna growls, already working at his belt with one hand. His massive frame towers over the recliner, all lean muscle and barely contained energy. His pink hair is mussed, falling across his forehead in a way that somehow makes him look even more dangerous. “Move.”

“Wait your fucking turn,” Toji says, his voice leaving no room for argument despite the way his cock twitches inside you at the sight of Sukuna’s barely contained lust. “I’m still in her.”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches, a muscle jumping in his cheek. “I’ve been waiting,” he says, each word precise and dangerous. “Watching you two fuck her. Watching her take it. I’m done waiting.”

He’s about to go crazy. You can see it in the tension in his shoulders, in the way his hands curl into fists at his sides. His red eyes never leave the point where your bodies join, where Shiu’s cum is already beginning to leak out around Toji’s still-buried cock.

And then your foot, bare, slightly cold from the air-conditioned room, lands on Sukuna’s shoulder.

It’s not quite a kick, more of a gentle press, but it stops him dead in his tracks. His eyes snap to yours, surprise flashing across his face before he can hide it.

“Patience,” you say, your voice surprisingly steady given the circumstances. “You’ll get your turn.”

Something clicks in Sukuna’s mind and then, to everyone’s shock, he’s dropping to his knees. Just like that, the dangerous, barely controlled man is gone, replaced by someone almost... pliant. His massive frame seems to shrink as he kneels, his eyes never leaving yours as he leans forward to press a kiss to your ankle.

“What the fuck,” Naoya mutters from somewhere behind Sukuna. “I’ve never seen him like this.”

No one has.

Sukuna—brash, loud, unfiltered Sukuna—is practically putty at your feet, his lips moving from your ankle to the sensitive spot behind your knee, then higher, to the inside of your thigh.

Each kiss is reverent, almost worshipful, a stark contrast to the hunger in his eyes when he glances up to meet your gaze.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, the words hot against your skin. “Watching you take them both—fuck, I’ve never seen anything hotter.”

His hands are gentle as they grip your thighs, spreading you wider to give himself better access. And then he’s moving lower, his mouth replacing his hands as he works his way toward the center of your needy cunt. You expect him to start eating you out immediately. That’s what other people would have done, after all. But instead, his hand reaches for Toji’s cock, still buried deep inside you.

“Let me,” Sukuna says, his voice leaving no room for argument despite the gentle request.

Toji hesitates for just a moment. Then he’s pulling out, his cock sliding free with a wet sound that makes you blush.

He’s covered in a mixture of your arousal and Shiu’s cum, the head glistening obscenely in the dim light. Your pussy feels empty without him, already clenching around nothing, a fresh trickle of combined fluids leaking out to join the mess on the recliner.

Sukuna doesn’t hesitate—he wraps his hand around Toji’s cock, giving it a few experimental strokes that make Toji’s breath catch. Then, without warning, he’s guiding it toward your ass, the head nudging against your puckered hole.

“Wait,” you start, but Toji’s hand is already on the back of your head, guiding your face to his.

“Sshh,” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You can take it. I know you can.”

And you can, you have before, many times, but it’s still a shock when Sukuna pushes Toji’s cock into your ass, the thick head stretching you obscenely. You gasp, your pussy walls clenching around nothing as the feeling of emptiness and fullness overwhelms you.

But then Sukuna’s mouth is on you, his tongue flat against your folds as he eats you out like a man starved.

He’s not gentle at all. His tongue fucks into you with brutal efficiency, curling to hit that spot inside that makes your vision blur. One hand comes up to circle your clit, fingers moving in tight, fast circles that have you seeing stars within seconds.

Toji’s hands move to your legs, holding them open to give Sukuna better access. “That’s it,” he praises, his voice thick with pride. “Get her nice and wet. Make her cum again.”

And you are so fucking close you can taste it, the pressure building at the base of your spine, threatening to break. Your inner walls clench around nothing, your hips moving of their own accord to meet Sukuna’s relentless mouth.

But before you can tip over the edge, Sukuna is pulling back, standing in one fluid motion. His cock springs free from his pants, already hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. It’s massive—bigger than Toji’s, bigger than Shiu’s, thick enough that your mouth waters at the sight of it.

“You ready?” he asks, his voice rough with want. “Ready to take all of me?”

You nod helplessly, beyond words as he lines himself up with your entrance. And then he’s pushing in, the head of his cock stretching you obscenely around his girth.

“Fuck,” Sukuna breathes, his rhythm already faltering. “She’s so fucking tight—taking Toji’s cock in her ass and still so tight around me—“

He bottoms out with a groan that seems torn from the depths of his chest, his hips flush against yours, his cock buried to the hilt. For a moment, he just stays there, seemingly overwhelmed by the sensation of your tight heat around him, by the obscene sight of your stretched pussy struggling to contain him.

And then he’s moving, pulling back slightly before driving forward again. His pace is crazy fast from the start, each thrust powerful enough to shake the recliner, to push you further into Toji’s chest.

One hand comes up to grip your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat to his hungry mouth. His teeth scrape over your pulse point before his tongue soothes the sting, then move lower to suck a dark mark into the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

His other hand finds your breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh with enough force to leave bruises. “Fuck,” he gasps against your skin. “You’re so fucking perfect. Taking my cock like you were made for it.”

You are stretched obscenely around him, your inner walls struggling to accommodate his massive girth.

He’s so big he’s practically covering you, engulfing you, his massive frame bending over yours in a way that makes you feel tiny, fragile. His pace never slows, each thrust driving the breath from your lungs, pushing incoherent sounds from your throat.

“I can’t see shit,” Naoya complains from somewhere behind Sukuna. “You’re blocking the view.”

“Move back,” Shiu agrees, already adjusting his position for a better angle. “Let us see her face.”

Sukuna growls, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours, but he does pull back slightly. Just enough that the others can see your face, can see the way your eyes roll back with each particularly powerful thrust, can see the string of saliva connecting your lips as your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

And then he feels it, the first pulse of your inner walls around his cock, the first gush of wetness that signals your approaching orgasm.

His rhythm falters for just a moment, surprise flashing across his face before determination replaces it. His hand moves between your bodies, thumb finding your clit.

“Cum for me,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Cum on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

You cum with a broken moan that sounds almost like pain, your back arches, your inner walls clamping down around Sukuna’s massive cock as pleasure crashes through you.

“Fuck,” Sukuna gasps, his rhythm becoming erratic as your pussy pulses around him. “She’s squirting—fucking hell—“

He pulls out suddenly, leaning back just enough that everyone can see your stretched pussy struggling to close around nothing, can see the mixture of fluids leaking out to join the mess on the recliner.

His hand moves to his cock, giving it a few quick strokes before he swipes the head across your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure.

You jerk beneath him, a startled gasp escaping your lips. But Sukuna doesn’t stop, his thumb circling your clit as his cock continues to rub against it, the sensation sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Then, with a ragged groan that’s almost a cry of pain, he cums. His hips convulse as he erupts, hot streams landing on your stomach, your breasts, your throat. Each pulse of his release triggers a fresh gush from you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you squirt again, clear fluid mixing with Sukuna’s cum.

His hand is still between your legs, thumb still circling your oversensitive clit, drawing out each pulse of your orgasm until you’re shaking with it, until tears spring to your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle given the brutal pace he just set. “Give me everything. Let me see it all.”

And another gush of clear fluid erupting from you, then another, each one accompanied by a broken moan that seems torn from the depths of your chest.

By the time it’s over, you’re slumped against Toji’s chest, boneless and shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Sukuna bullies Naoya next, grabbing a fistful of his badly bleached hair and yanking him forward. “Your turn,” he growls, voice rough with exertion and lingering pleasure. “Clean her up.”

“What?” Naoya squawks, trying to pull away from Sukuna’s iron grip. “You want me to—“

“Lick her clean,” Sukuna finishes, pushing Naoya’s face toward the mess between your legs. “All that cum. All that squirt. Get it all.”

“I don’t—“ Naoya starts, but then Sukuna’s hand is on the back of his head, pushing him forward until his face is pressed against your folds.

“Lick,” Sukuna commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Or I’ll make you.”

Naoya’s tongue is on you, flat against your folds, lapping up the mixture of fluids with surprising enthusiasm. What started as reluctance quickly turns into hunger, his tongue pushing deeper, curling to hit that spot inside that makes your vision blur. His hands come up to grip your thighs, spreading you wider to give himself better access.

“Look at him go.”

Naoya is into it. Completely, unabashedly into it.

One hand moves to circle your clit, fingers moving in tight, fast circles that have you seeing stars within seconds.

But then he’s pulling back, his mouth full of the mixture of fluids he’s just collected. For a moment, you think he’s going to swallow, but then he’s leaning forward again, spitting it all back into your pussy. It’s filthy. The heat, the wetness, the mingled tastes of all three men invading your senses as Naoya’s tongue forces the liquid back into you.

“What the fuck,” Sukuna says, his voice somewhere between disgust and fascination.

Naoya doesn’t stop. He works his tongue deeper, sucking the fluid back out only to spit it in again. Each cycle leaves you more sensitive than before, your inner walls clenching around nothing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. By the time he’s done, you’re shaking with it, on the edge of another orgasm from his mouth alone.

And then he’s moving up your body, his mouth finding yours without warning.

His tongue pushes past your lips, and suddenly you’re tasting it. Everything Naoya’s just collected from between your legs. You try to pull back, but his hand is on the back of your head, holding you in place as he forces the fluid into your mouth.

“Swallow,” he commands, his voice rough with want. “Show me how much of a good girl you are.”

There’s something about the way he’s looking at you that makes your throat work of its own accord, swallowing down the mixture with a grimace.

“That’s it,” Naoya praises, his voice dropping to that register that always makes your stomach flip. “Good girl. My good girl.”

“You’re fucking disgusting,” Sukuna says, but there’s no heat in it—if anything, he sounds impressed. “Both of you.”

“Brave, though,” Toji cuts in, his voice thick with pride. “Not everyone would do that. Would you, Shiu?”

Shiu just shakes his head, lighting another cigarette with slightly shaking hands. “I’ll pass on the cum swapping, thanks.”

Toji laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Your loss.” He glances down at you, still sprawled across his lap, then at Naoya, still kneeling between your spread legs. “Switch,” he says, already moving to stand. “My turn to watch.”

There’s a moment of confusion as Toji stands, carefully transferring you to Naoya’s lap without dislodging you from either of them. Naoya’s hands come up to grip your hips, steadying you as you straddle him, your back now to his chest. The position spreads you open obscenely, your pussy on full display for everyone to see. The glistening evidence of your arousal, the stretched ring of your entrance still occasionally pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure.

“That’s it,” Toji praises, moving to stand behind you. His hands find your ass, spreading your cheeks to better display your puckered hole. “Hold her still for me.”

Naoya’s hands move to your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh with enough force to leave bruises. His mouth finds the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, teeth scraping over your pulse point before his tongue soothes the sting. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs against your skin. “Taking all of them and still so fucking wet for me.”

You are wet. Obscenely so.

Your inner walls still clenching around nothing, a fresh trickle of arousal leaking out to join the mess on your thighs.

Your breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hardened to aching points from the cool air and Naoya’s occasional attention.

But then Toji’s hand is on the back of your head, guiding your face to his. “Look at me,” he says, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Watch what I do to you.”

You do as you’re told, eyes meeting his as he spits directly onto your puckered hole, the warm fluid trailing down to join the mess between your legs. His cock nudges against your entrance, the head already slick with pre-cum, and then he’s pushing in, the thick head stretching you obscenely around his girth.

“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hands moving to grip your hips. “Take it all. Show Naoya how good you can be.”

Your hands move without your permission, reaching for the waistband of Naoya’s pants. You want to take him inside you alongside Toji, want to be filled completely. But Naoya thrashes, his hands coming up to grab your wrists, stopping your exploration.

“Wait,” he says, his voice cracking on the word. “Not yet—“

“What’s he hiding?” Sukuna asks, already moving closer for a better look. “Come on, Naoya. Let her see.”

“Yeah,” Shiu agrees, adjusting his position on the loveseat. “What’s under there that’s so special?”

Naoya shakes his head, his cheeks flushing with what might be embarrassment. “Nothing. It’s just—“

But it’s too late, your hand has already found its way past his defenses, fingers working at his belt with surprising dexterity. His zipper slides down, and then his cock is springing free, hitting you square in the stomach.

And suddenly you understand his reluctance. His dick is pierced, not once but multiple times, a row of metal bars running along the underside from base to tip. The head is already leaking pre-cum, the fluid collecting in the divot created by the final piercing just below the crown.

“Jesus Christ, Naoya.”

Naoya’s cheeks burn hotter, but there’s pride in his voice when he speaks. “They’re called Prince Alberts,” he says, one hand coming up to adjust himself. “They—they feel good. For both of us.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your hand wraps around his length, feeling the cool metal against your palm, the ridges created by each piercing. Without thinking, you’re rising up on your knees, positioning yourself above him.

“Wait,” Naoya starts, but then you’re sinking down, taking him inside you in one smooth motion. The piercings drag against your inner walls, each ridge creating a new point of friction, a new source of pleasure. You gasp, your inner walls clenching around him as your body struggles to accommodate the new sensation.

“Fuck,” Naoya breathes, his hands coming up to grip your hips.

The piercings create ridges that hit every sensitive spot inside you, the cool metal a shocking contrast to the heat of your arousal. You move in short, desperate rolls of your hips, each one pulling a ragged breath from your throat.

“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hands moving to grip your waist. “Take us both. Show us how good you can be.”

You start to move, rising up slightly before sinking back down.

And then Naoya’s mouth is on your breast, his tongue flat against your nipple before his teeth scrape over the sensitive peak. Your back arches, pushing your chest further into Naoya’s mouth, your hips moving faster to meet each thrust.

“I’m close,” Naoya gasps, his rhythm already faltering. “Fuck, I’m gonna—“

“That’s it,” Toji praises, his hands moving to grip your waist. “Together. On three.”

You count with him and then you’re cumming, your back arching, your inner walls clamping down around both cocks as pleasure crashes through you. But then there’s something else.

Naoya’s sharp intake of breath, the way Toji goes suddenly still behind you, the warm splash of fluid hitting Naoya’s stomach, his chest, running in rivulets down to pool in the crease of his hip where it meets the recliner beneath you.

“Holy shit,” Naoya gasps, his rhythm becoming erratic as your pussy pulses around him. “Fucking hell. Yeah, squirt all over me, ya’ nasty bitch,“

And then he’s cumming too—with a broken moan that sounds almost like pain, his hips jerking forward as he spills inside you, his cock pulsing against your inner walls. The sensation of his release triggers Toji’s own orgasm, his hands tightening on your waist as he bottoms out, filling your ass with his seed.

Your body moves without asking—back arching off Toji’s chest, thighs seizing, moans escaping your throat. Another gush of clear fluid erupts from you, then another, each one accompanied by a broken moan that seems torn from the depths of your chest. Your vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges as pleasure crashes through you with enough force to make your head spin.

“That’s it,” Toji murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle given the brutal pace he just set. “Give us everything. Let us see it all.”

By the time it’s over, you’re slumped against Naoya’s chest, boneless and shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Both men are still buried inside you, their cocks still occasionally pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure.

“She passed out,” Sukuna says, his voice somewhere between concern and amusement. “You actually fucked her unconscious.”

“She’s not passed out,” Toji corrects, already carefully extracting himself from your ass. “Just resting. Right, princess?”

You manage a weak nod, beyond words as Naoya follows Toji’s example, his pierced cock sliding free with a wet sound that makes your cheeks burn. The sudden emptiness hits you like a loss, your pussy clenching desperately around nothing, cum already dripping out of you and soaking into the recliner beneath.

“I think,” Shiu says, lighting another cigarette with slightly shaking hands, “that we might have broken her.”

But you’re not broken, just exhausted. Your body still occasionally pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure as the three men exchange glances above you. Your vision blurs, the edges going dark as your head lolls against Naoya’s chest.

“Shit,” Toji says, his voice suddenly sharp with concern. “I think she’s actually—“

But you don’t hear the rest, already slipping into unconsciousness as the pleasure and exertion finally catch up with you.

You wake to the smell of coffee and bacon, your body strangely weightless and warm.

For a moment, you can’t remember where you are or what happened. And then it all comes rushing back, the events of last night hitting you with the force of a physical blow. You blink awake into unfamiliar light, heat crawling up your neck and into your face.

You’re no longer in the living room.

No longer sprawled across the recliner with your legs spread. No longer covered in the evidence of your pleasure and the men’s releases.

Instead, you’re in a bed. Toji’s bed, you realize with a start, recognizing the dark blue sheets, the massive headboard, the smell of his cologne lingering on the pillows.

You’re clean, your skin free of the sticky mess that had covered you last night, your hair still damp at the roots as if someone’s recently washed it.

More surprising still, you’re dressed… Sort of.

You’re wearing what looks like Shiu’s dress shirt, the white fabric hanging loose around your frame, the sleeves rolled up to accommodate your smaller arms.

Your legs are covered by a pair of black pants that are definitely not yours. They’re too long, the waistband rolled several times to keep them from falling down, the material thin and slightly stretched at the knees. Naoya’s, you realize with another flush of embarrassment.

They’ve dressed you in their clothes, like you’re some kind of doll they’re playing with.

And then there’s the weight across your waist. An arm, heavy with muscle, draped possessively over your midsection.

You turn slightly, and there’s Sukuna, sprawled across the bed beside you, his massive frame taking up more than his fair share of the mattress.

He’s shirtless, his tattoos on full display, intricate patterns of black ink that swirl across his chest, down his arms, disappearing beneath the waistband of his loose-fitting sweats. His eyes are closed, his breathing deep and even, one hand splayed across your stomach as if to keep you in place even in sleep.

From somewhere beyond the bedroom door comes the sound of voices. Low, masculine murmurs punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. Toji, Shiu, and Naoya, you realize with another flush of embarrassment.

They’re in the kitchen, making breakfast if the smells are anything to go by.

Your body aches in places you didn’t know could ache, a pleasant soreness that reminds you of exactly what you did, exactly what they did to you. There’s something about the weight of Sukuna beside you. The gentle rise and fall of his chest makes it hard to move, hard to think beyond the warm, satisfied buzz still lingering in your limbs.

So instead of getting up, instead of facing what happened, you cuddle deeper into Sukuna’s side.

Your head finds the space between his arm and his chest, your hand coming to rest on the flat plane of his stomach. He’s warm, almost feverishly so, his skin radiating heat like a furnace beneath your palm. Even in sleep, his body responds to your touch, a soft sound escaping his throat as his arm tightens around your waist.

It’s a bad idea. You know it is the moment you feel him stir beside you, his massive frame shifting to accommodate your smaller one.

But it’s too late. Your movement has already woken him, his red eyes blinking open to fix on your face with startling intensity.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. “You’re awake.”

You nod, suddenly unable to form words as his hand moves from your waist to your hair, fingers gently working through the tangles.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his thumb brushing along your jawline. “We were starting to get worried. You’ve been out for almost twelve hours.”

Twelve hours.

“I’m fine,” you manage, your voice embarrassingly small. “Just... tired.”

Sukuna laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “I bet,” he says, his hand sliding from your hair to cup your cheek. “You took quite the beating last night. All of us, one after another. And you still kept cumming.”

Your inner walls clench at the memory, your breath catching in your throat as Sukuna’s thumb brushes over your lower lip.

“You’re thinking about it,” he says, not a question but a statement. “I can tell. Your pupils just got huge.”

You nod helplessly in agreement.

“That’s my girl,” Sukuna praises, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck. “Always so honest. Always so fucking eager.”

And then he’s kissing you. He’s almost desperate, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours. His hand moves from your neck to your waist, then lower, pushing beneath the borrowed shirt to cup your breast. His thumb finds your nipple immediately, circling the already hardened peak with enough pressure to make you gasp into his mouth.

“You’re already getting hard again,” you murmur against his lips, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh. “After last night? Really?”

Sukuna laughs, the sound warm against your mouth. “What can I say? You’re addictive.” His hand moves from your breast to your hip, then lower, pushing beneath the waistband of Naoya’s borrowed pants. “And you’re already wet for me. Fuck, you’re dripping.”

He’s not wrong. You’re drenched, your inner walls already clenching at the thought of having him inside you again. Your hips move of their own accord, seeking that feeling of fullness that only his massive cock can provide.

“I want you,” you hear yourself say, the words barely more than a whisper. “Again. Now.”

“Toji’s gonna be pissed,” he says, but he’s already moving, already shifting to position himself above you. “He specifically said to let you rest.”

“I don’t care,” you say, your voice stronger now. “I want you. Now.”

Sukuna hesitates for just a moment. Then he’s reaching for the waistband of Naoya’s borrowed pants, tugging them down your legs with surprising gentleness. “When Toji finds out I fucked you without him—“

“Ahem.”

Yea, you’re fucked.

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⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ FIELD TRIP

[ SUM ] - toji agreeing to be a parent chaperone just so he can be with his son’s hot sixth grade teacher for three whole days.

[ PAIRING ] - mma!toji fushiguro x teacher!reader

[ CONTENT ] — MDNI. 18+ ONLY!! NSFW. dilf toji, unprotected, pet names, toji cums a lot, obsessed, age gap (37 + 24), fantasizing, spit play, biting, hickies, breeding kink, teasing, perverted toji, morally ambiguous toji, creampies, squirting, slight dub-con (both drunk), spanking, cute toji dad moments. wc: 24k

[ A/N ] - just a head ups half way through spelling and grammar have not been checked….anyways here’s a long ass fic — lets just say in honor of the s3 trailer!!

“aha!— don’t tap out on me, teach,” toji’s laugh was deep and husky as he pounded his throbbing hard cock into the squishy velvety walls of his son’s sixth grade teacher.

your eyes were crossed, senses focused on nothing but the lewd stretch that had drool running down your cheek. “y’r such a fuckin’ ngh— mess.” you try to sputter a reply, but only a moan comes out. desperate and slutty. “is this the same mouth you’re usin’ to talk to my son?”

toji is lifting you up, arm wrapping over your chest, and his cock sliding even deeper inside, your walls stretch as your eyes bulge. your back arches from his chest, nails sliding down his forearm and bicep as you feel him so deep in your tummy. “toji…angh!” your sweet moans turn even dirtier as you cry on his lap, trying to turn your head.

“aww you wanna stop?” he grunts driving his hips rougher, your tears looked like gems as they fall from your eyes. “thought ngh i said we—“

“no…no,” you’re gasping, head turned to glance at the sweaty fighter, his cheeks flushed, sweat clinging to his skin. “kiss me….please.”

his eyes widen.

“fuck.”

his hard abs clench and you cry as you feel his cock somehow grow inside you, his veins throbbing as he drops his head to your shoulder. his hips stutter as he feels your mixed arousal that rims his base, the lewd mixed juices slide down his balls and coat his thighs creating a sticky mess that only makes his arms flex. “you’re fuckin’ killing me.”

your mind isn’t even fully registering anything, but toji was on the verge of breaking. his head roughly turns, crashing his lips with yours.

how did he end up fucking his son’s sixth grade teacher on a school field trip?

toji didn’t know how mean it was, but he started paying attention to his son’s rants just recently, only because nine times out of ten, he’ll mention his homeroom teacher. the one that called him in earlier in this year after megumi got into a fight.

it was bothersome. kids fight. for heavens sake, that’s his job, however, when megumi came back with a note insisting that his parents come speak to her, and not an assistant or nanny, is when toji dragged his ass from the gym to his sons little middle school. toji never really bothered with megumi’s school life, occasionally asking if his grades were up and listening when the boy rants a couple times about his idiot friends.

toji wasn’t negligent, he obviously cares deeply about his son, hell, his son is the only thing he cares about. so of course as his only provider, he needs to take care of him, give him the best life he could ask for, especially knowing how toji grew up, he only ever wants the very best for his only child. in other words, he doesn’t have much time to visit his son’s school all that much because of his very demanding career.

anyways, megumi was waiting by the front of the school, as toji walked up. sitting beside him was the same pink-haired kid that was always over at his house. his eyes brightened when he saw the fighter.

“hi mr. toji!” yuuji was definitely toji’s biggest fan.

“kid.” the acknowledgment was enough for yuuji to smile even brighter. “where am i supposed to go?” toji’s hands were deep in his pockets. he didn’t even bother changing out of his sweaty gym clothes, and he still had some bandaids wrapped around his knuckles.

megumi glanced up, eyes narrow. “did you even shower?”

“you said 3:30.”

“it’s 4 now.”

toji stared blankly. “show me the way or I’m leaving.” megumi stood up, yuuji bouncing up to follow too.

“hey mr. toji, you should’ve showered,” yuuji says walking backwards, his hands behind his head. toji raises a brow at his smug attitude. yuuji shrugs, continuing on. “ms. l/n likes things that smell good,” he says raising a finger. “like flowers, and chocolates and candy and maybe the ocean, and she’s really pretty, so if you smell sweaty then she’ll probably be upset.”

idiots, toji rolls his eyes. “well it’s too late now.” yuuji shrugs, looking at megumi who shrugs as well. this peaks toji’s sudden suspicion. since when was megumi aware of things like that?

toji watches as megumi and yuuji skip up to the door labeled 6C. they peak through the door window before swinging it open.

“hi ms. l/n!” yuuji shouts.

there’s a distant laugh, as toji follows the kids inside. “what’re you still doing here?”

oh shit.

toji felt like time stopped, and a wave of pink and fuzzy flowers hit him.

you were sitting cross legged at the desk as yuuji leaned over the table, and megumi leaned against the board beside you. both boys so naturally in their element it almost felt like you knew them better than he did. which might be true.

his eyes rack up, not really knowing what to say. he’d met megumi’s teachers in elementary school, but none of them looked like this. he didn’t say anything for a moment, until your eyes perk up catching him standing by the door.

“oh, you must be megumi’s dad,” you quickly stand up, your dress naturally falling perfectly, as you extend a hand out for him. “it’s great to finally meet you.”

your eyes were as bright as your voice, looking directly into his dark emerald eyes, it threw him for a loop. he glanced down at your hand before gently grasping it, his hand easily dwarfing yours.

when he touched your hand, there were noticeable callouses on his palm and fingers. you knew who he was, but you also knew that it was your job to take care of these kids. he studied your skin for a moment, noticing how smooth it was. he tried to keep his touch light somehow hyper aware now of how clammy his hands are, and that he probably stinks.

“likewise.” he replies, his voice deep and a bit raspy, matching his appearance.

you turn to look at megumi and yuuji by your desk, it gave you a momentary chance to catch your breath as you feel how warm your cheeks are. “okay boys, go wait outside, I need to talk to your dad alone.”

yuuji sighs dramatically, but the two hum walking away, but megumi briefly stops beside you, his eyes saying just enough for you to understand. toji raises a brow, but megumi ignores him, disappearing outside. brat.

you motion toji to sit at one of the desks in front which he obliges. the material of his black sweats stretch over his thighs as he sits. why the hell are you even taking note of that! this is harder than you expected.

you sit at your chair, your dress rests right above your knees, it wasn’t the kind of dress he sees on the women at his matches. it was an adorable little sun dress that fit a middle school teacher, yet it was still tight around the waist and breasts, hugging you so well he so desperately wanted to press a hand right on your tummy to see how big his palm was compared to you and yet he found himself getting irked that he definitely smells bad. fucking brats were right, he should’ve showered.

“megumi is a sweet boy. he’s very smart and soft-spoken,” you praise, “however, he also doesn’t seem to understand that we should keep our hands to ourselves. especially at school.” toji nods along, thankful he can keep his mind distracted from his son’s surprisingly attractive school teacher, “I think I wrote on the note, but he got into a fight with the upperclassman boys during lunch and he gave them both black eyes. we’re lucky he didn’t break their noses.”

his arms are crossed over his chest, his black compression shirt stretching around his large biceps, your mind blanking for a moment as you see the thick veins. you should have dress codes for these meeting because his arms were so beautifully structured, definitely for fighting and for—

toji nods at your comment. he knew megumi had a habit of getting into fights with older kids, but maybe having him as a father was rubbing off on him in the wrong way.

“I can imagine gumi was defending himself. he usually gets into fights when they’re messing with him.”

“I understand defending yourself, but causing these upperclassmen to bleed from their mouths and noses and sending them to the hospital is highly unacceptable,” your brows pinch as you speak. you’ve heard comments from the other teachers about megumi’s father. his whole life is about fighting, but you had to get through to him about his eleven year old son. “I understand things may be different at home, but megumi should learn that this isn’t the right way to solve problems.”

your eyes were so big and adorable. he leans back in his seat slightly, he had a hard time thinking anything else other than the adorable expression on your face. you were determined to get your point across, and the way your brows scrunched slightly had him reeling.

“I’ll talk to him about it,” he hums, voice low. He didn’t like being told what to do, especially when it came to megumi, but he’ll concede. just this once.

your eyes seem to light up immediately. you definitely expected that to be much harder than it was. his other teachers have said they’ve tried tooth and nail to get meetings with megumi’s dad but failed.

“that’s great!” you laugh lightly. “I was expecting a little more of a fight.” you confess.

he raised a brow, tilting his head slightly — fuck that was hot. “and why would you think that?”

“most parents get defensive,” you stand up, fixing your dress again, his eyes glance over your figure again.

“well I’m glad I’m not like most parents,” he leans forward. he’s seen his fair share of women, but this time it felt wrong. ogling at your figure and seeing your slightly low neckline felt like it was forbidden territory. who was he kidding, you were his son’s teacher and you definitely look much younger than the other teachers around here. “how do you like teaching?”

you tilt your head in surprise, gaze slowly wandering around the classroom walls. “it’s nice.” you smile to yourself. “i never took myself seriously, and would’ve never thought I’d be teaching middle schoolers, but now that i am it’s nice.” your eyes find his again, blushing slightly when you realize he never took his eyes off you.

“I wouldn’t have expected a pretty young girl teaching a bunch of bratty middle schoolers though.”

your cheeks flush at the compliment, laughing lightly. “most of them are not so bad.”

“most of them,” he raises a brow, making you laugh a little louder. his heart souring at the sound.

“they can be pretty mean sometimes,” you confess with a laugh, almost like you’re talking to a friend now. he lets out a low chuckle, leaning back in the chair, stretching out his muscular legs as he relaxed. normally he hated parent-teacher meetings, but this was much more comfortable than he expected, especially since it was you in front of him and not some old lady nagging him about his son’s behavior.

“I don’t doubt that.” he said with a slight nod, “I’ve gotten my fair share of glares and insults from gumi.”

your eyes widen. “megumi? really?”

he quirks a brow, “is it that shocking?”

“yes!” you’re pressed against the front of the desk, leaning forward as you hold the edge of your desk now, shocked. “i mean he gets into fights with some of the kids, but he’s always so respectful to the teachers.”

he raises his brow, “he might be respectful, but that could just be because it’s you.” his eyes follow the way your expression softens, fixing yourself on the desk. every little move you make catches his attention. it was addicting just watching you be you. no wonder those two brats were all over you. it should be criminal for a woman like you to be stuck as a teacher. “I can’t imagine anyone being mean to you.”

it was so easy pulling a smile from you, and yet he felt like he was the only one that should see the way your eyes dart away from his, pretending like you weren’t affected by his compliments. you were trying to stay professional, which made the idea of getting you flustered more appealing.

“you’d think,” you manage to respond. “middle schoolers are moody kids. they’ve definitely made some other teachers cry.”

he chuckled again, making you flush a little hotter just by the sound. it was so low, and you hate to sound like a stupid girl, but it was manly. you’ve seen your fair share of attractive parents, but there was just something about this man in particular that set your heart racing, but he’s also a very well known athlete, even though you haven’t seen any of his matches. everyone probably reacts the same considering he’s basically a celebrity.

“and have they made you cry?”

his dark green eyes were intense, and you met them with a light hearted smile, resisting the urge to absolutely melt. “no.”

he let out an amused sound at your answer. “not even once?” he teased, his smirk widening slightly. “not a single kid has ever been able to make you cry?”

you lean back on the desk, absolutely letting every single guard down as your dress rises a couple inches up your thigh. it felt so natural speaking to him. maybe subconsciously knowing exactly how he’s looking at you right now gave you more confidence.

“maybe I’m lucky, or I’m just not sensitive.” you glance up at the ceiling for a moment. his jaw clenched slightly, his eyes taking in the fat of your thighs just imagining the thought of pushing his body between your legs, hands grabbing at the flesh as you lay flat on your desk. do school teachers wear shorts or only panties underneath…

your eyes suddenly light up. “one kid a couple weeks ago got mad at me for giving him detention and he said i only did that because I’m not married so I have no reason to go home. that hurt my pride a bit.” you laugh.

“damnn, that’s pretty cruel.” but he doesn’t miss a second to add. “not married, really?” he hums. “no husband waiting at home for you?”

you laugh shaking your head. “no, definitely not. I’m just a baby.”

and he couldn’t help but feel relieved hearing you say that, the idea of someone else coming home to you didn’t sit right with him. “boyfriend then?” he asked, eyes burning into you. he wanted to know that no one else was there. he honestly didn’t know why he needed to know so badly, it would’ve been better if you did have someone, that way he could control himself. and yet just the thought of that made him nauseous. if there was someone else hearing your laughs in private, making you smile, kissing your lips, touching your soft skin—

“nope, just me.”

thank god!

“that’s hard to believe.”

you roll your eyes at the flattery. “no seriously. maybe that’s why I’m okay with this job taking up all my time.” you laugh, trying to mask the slight embarrassment, because you don’t exactly know if you’re being judged right now. you’re still in your early twenties, it’s not that hard to believe that you’re single—

“if it was up to me, I wouldn’t let you teach all these kids if you were single,” he’s looking at you intently.

your cheeks feel warm as you watch him sit straight, but you egg him on. “why?”

he looks at you as if you’d just asked a stupid question. “nothing,” he stood up. you were beautiful, sweet, and speaking to you right now, he’d be an idiot if he didn’t think other students dads were thinking the same lewd thoughts he was having right now. the teacher their students love is an absolute catch and she doesn’t seem to like being a teacher that much anyways.

so many taboo lines could be crossed. “so your dream is to teach kids?”

your lips part in shock. you hesitate. “no. but it’s not bad.” you feel slightly offended, almost getting defensive right now. does it show that you’d rather have a different occupation? you love these kids but…

he raises a brow, stepping in front of the desk, hands deep in his pockets. even though you were leaning against the desk, having him standing in front of you just made the height difference even more obvious. “then what is your dream, sweetheart.”

you bite your cheek, heart beating a little quicker, not even fully processing what he called you. he smirked when you accepted it, too focused on his question—

“how much longer!?” the loud yell startled you both. you stand up straight as you look over at megumi and yuuji by the open door. toji nearly forgot they were waiting. almost wishing the brats were kidnapped. his eyes dart away from you, a scowl forming on his face.

“we have practice, dad”.

he let out a light huff, his eyes darting back over to you for a moment before focusing his gaze on the two kids.

“go wait in the hallway,” he huffs, he wanted to hear what you had to say.

“it’s fine. we’re finished.” you hop off the desk, smiling gently at toji as you resume your role as his son’s teacher. he resisted the urge to push back because the way you were looking at him immediately had him submitting. “it was great finally meeting you, and thank you for coming in today, mr. fushiguro.“

he gave a slight nod, the eye contact overwhelming, so much so that you had to look away.

“now i already spoke to you megumi, and you’re gonna listen, right?” your sweet voice was absolutely mouth watering.

megumi grimaced, biting his cheek as he avoided your gaze until a rough hand landed on his head. “he better, I’ll make sure of it, teach.”

toji’s wink sent a flustered swarm breaking inside you. your cheeks stinging as your eyes go wide. a glint sparked in his gaze at your reaction.

yuuji lunged as well, wrapping his arm around megumi’s shoulder. “don’t worry ms. l/n, I’ll keep megumi in check!” his loud boisterous laugh made you laugh, especially when megumi elbowed him, grumbling about how he always needs to take care of yuuji, not the other way around.

toji let out a scoff as the two boys playfully argued with each other, megumi always seemed annoyed by yuuji, but they both knew how much they cared about each other. so instead, toji grabbed them both by the collar, dragging them to the door. the two boys were kicking each other, but the weight of the two twelve year old boys was nothing to toji, and you couldn’t help but laugh as a small heat spread across your cheeks as his large form retreated away from you.

“till next time. and ya better have an answer then,” his eyes bore into yours, the sounds of the boys looking up and asking what answer repeatedly didn’t stop you from humming, a little more energetic than you should be. he somehow had a way of breaking past your walls in a single conversation. hopefully that doesn’t make you seem easy…

“that’s if I ever you come again,” the small tease had a smirk pulling at his lips. somehow the idea of not seeing you again actually bothered him more than he realized.

“we’ll see about that.”

and with that he left. dragging the two boys who continued bickering and grabbing at the man, asking what that whole exchange meant. especially megumi who was wondering if he was in trouble or not.

however the second he left your sight, you were covering your face. your face beyond hot as your mind spun. never before had a parent had this sort of affect on you.

the way he looked at you.

the way he spoke.

he was so attractive, he was so big, his biceps were the size of your face. so beyond different from every other parent you ever spoke to. he could probably pick you up with one arm.

his presence alone was enough to have you feeling dizzy. and when he shook your hand, the way his wrapped effortlessly around yours, the calloused palm rubbing against you, his scent invading your nose.

and if that wasn’t as bad as it already was, the way he called you sweetheart had you absolutely melting between your legs!

but you have to get over it. you do.

however, unlike you, toji sits on the bench on the soccer field, only thinking about how he’ll see you again. when is parent teacher conferences, do they still have parents night in middle school? is there a talent show megumi has that he can force him to do so he can come and see you??

—

the following week, megumi stands frozen by the door. “what’re you doing?”

toji looks up, shoes tied. “dropping you off.”

“why?”

“because.”

“because why?”

“because—because—“ toji’s stuttering was ticking him off as he meets megumi’s very skeptical expression. “you’re a kid, you don’t ask questions.”

“I only ask questions,” megumi grabs his bag, watching his father intently as he looks over his surprisingly clean dress pants, along with the casual lose buttons on his dress shirt and rolled up sleeves. “i thought you were gonna be at the gym all day?”

“i am.” toji pauses, megumi’s brow is raised high. “I have a meeting before.”

“since when?”

toji’s nerve throbs, grabbing megumi’s bag and pulling him out of the house. “you ask too many fucking questions.”

the moment toji pulls up in front of the school, his eyes scan the entire lot in seconds. his hands immediately turning.

“what? what’re you doing?! Im gonna be late,” megumi shouts as toji drives around the entire school again.

“zip it kid, i had an arm spasm.” megumi glares at his dad, slouching in the passenger seat. the loop around takes another five minutes until they pull up again.

and toji will definitely lie and say it’s fate and not him purposely driving slow, because walking up the pavement is the only person he’s been thinking about for the entire week.

“finally,” megumi grumbles as he yanks the door handle swinging it open. toji being the fein he is barks a loud.

“no fights alright!”

megumi flinches.

why did he yell that?! and why now?! all the kids around start snickering and staring as they walk past them, getting a look at his dad as well, which gets a few more murmurs out.

megumi slams the door shut, pissed as he glares at his father. but that’s when a certain young teacher comes along, toji’s eyes lighting up.

“good morning, megumi,” your sweet delicate voice had megumi flushing with embarrassment. you definitely came over because you heard his dad shouting like a crazy person, and not because all those little middle school girls were ogling at megumi’s father…

“good mornin, teach.”

the low rumble of his voice had you glancing up. there was no harm in coming to say good morning. you just met with him last week, it would be impolite if you ignored that.

“mr. fushiguro,” you acknowledge, and that definitely made the man’s entire day. megumi licks his teeth in annoyance. “it looks like you both talked.” you glance at megumi with a gentle smile causing the boy to smile up at you. toji snickers. practically leaning over the passenger seat to speak to you. he knew that he was being ridiculous, but he could care less.

his smile widened as you looked up at him, his eyes staring intently, fuck he missed those eyes. “we did. gave him a good talking to, he won’t get into any fights — unless they start them.”

he leaned over the wheel, his arms resting against it, causing his shirt to tighten around his biceps. he looked good, you felt your face heat up. you should leave, and yet you find yourself staying a little longer.

fantasizing about him was one thing, but seeing him again here was making your heart race.

“i hope you guys weren’t late to megumi’s practice the other week.”

megumi is about to answer until toji cuts him off, ignoring megumi’s annoyed glare. “we weren’t, don’t worry. megumi and the other kid—“

“yuuji.” megumi mutters.

“they’re always late on their own.”

you laugh under your breath, your hand falling gently on top of megumi’s head. “are you sure it’s not because you’re taking them there?”

he huffed leaning back, “positive, besides the meeting we had was important”.

you hum, “it was.” toji smiles, eyes lighting up as he draws you closer to the passenger window as you both continue speaking not even realizing megumi has slipped away and into the school.

toji loved the way you easily spoke, the way your sweet voice filled his ears. he somehow managed to have you walk around the car to his side, so he can show you something on his phone.

your smile lights up when he shows you a picture of a three year old megumi sitting on his shoulders after he won his first title in light-heavyweight.

“oh my god, is that megumi, he’s so cute.”

toji snickers. “ya it was before he turned into an annoying brat.”

“don’t say that,” you laugh. toji’s arm was propped on the windowsill, your scent flooding his senses as you leaned close, looking at the picture. he could practically feel your soft skin touch his arm, the heat radiating off your body. if he only knew his son’s teacher was a seductress. “you look so young too.”

he chuckled again, “this was probably around 10 years ago. do i look that old now?”

you shake your head, turning to look at him. “no, you don’t. I don’t see any grey hairs.”

“is that the only indicator?” he tilts his head, staring at you so intently that you can’t break eye contact either. the green eyes were so deep and overwhelming, you felt your stomach flutter with butterflies. you feel the heat crawling up your neck because you can see that he looks older and more mature here than in the picture. but he still has a youth about him that makes your skin hot.

his eyes are still as beautiful as they are in the picture.

“you think my eyes are beautiful?”

your eyes go wide. “wha—“ you feel like a schoolgirl now, your face feeling so unbelievably hot especially when he leans a little closer, still leaning his arm on the window. now staring right up at you with his face so close to yours.

“i just…” never before have you been so tongue tied. your eyes so big as they glance everywhere in the car, heat flooding your ears.

his laugh fills your ear as he leans back into his seat, his palm gently coming up to fix your hair, thumb brushing your cheekbone only to get your attention back to him. “don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t tease you too much.”

whaaaat?!

you were dumbstruck. did he just say that?

your skin feels so hot as you fiddle with your necklace trying to cool down. “how kind of you.” you sarcastically remark, trying to save some face as you feel his hand continue caressing your cheek.

if any parent or teacher saw what was happening you have no idea how you would explain yourself, but you didn’t even have time to think about it because toji’s phone suddenly went off.

you notice his jaw clenching, making you somehow swell with pride, but also relief because he turns his attention away from you to his phone, answering.

he stares up at you, hand not leaving your cheek as he listens to the shouting on the other end.

where the fuck are you! you were supposed to be here at six! you’re not on a bender right—

“I was dropping megumi at school—“

doesn’t he take the bus?!!!

“he asked. I’ll be there —“

NOW!!

“alright!” toji hangs up aggressively, and notices that you’ve stepped back, a smile pulling at your lips.

he tsks, upset he’s no longer feeling your warm skin. “our conversations are always interrupted.”

you don’t know why him looking dejected makes you dance inside. you’re definitely reading too much into it.

you hum, “they are.” you laugh lightly, which somehow makes him want to descend into the heavens. “I should also head inside, the bells about to ring.” toji is left speechless as you fix your bag on your shoulder, offering him the most precious smile ever. “I’ll see you later.”

he just sat there and nodded, watching you walk into the school. he let out a long breath when you disappeared through the doors. his heart was hammering in his chest and his ears were hot.

this woman was going to be the death of him.

what followed after was no surprise. toji was dropping megumi off and picking him up every. single. day.

megumi definitely grew to despise it because all anyone would talk about in school now was how they saw his dad this morning, or how he came an hour early to pick him up. what made things worse is that they told their parents, and some would drop their kids off just to catch a glimpse of the famous A-list athlete. some even having the gall to ask for a photo or autograph.

what toji didn’t realize though is that he’s not going to see you every time. sometimes he’d wait a little longer in the car line to see if you were coming up, but most of the time he’d get yelled at by another teacher to keep the line moving. megumi would often rush him after school to get him and yuuji to practice. it was frustrating. especially when toji was also getting an ear full when he’d come to the gym late.

but when he would see you, he’d flirt talk to you. and just learning more about you like these were little dates to him so that you occupied his mind every single second of every hour. he finally learned your age after pushing you to answer when you graduated high school. and then some more about your favorite food. but all these conversations would last less than five minutes because you’d have to run back inside and he’s have to head back to the gym to train.

that was all before his golden ticket came in with his son.

“a field trip?”

megumi hums sitting on the bench at the gym. “ya, just sign it for me. yuuji wants to find some turtles at the beach near there.”

“ya its gonna be so much fun!” yuuji jumps beside him. both kids not bothering to talk about the history behind the location of their school trip or any of the important stuff—

toji’s eyes widen. “it says they need chaperones for the boys.”

megumi looks up, brow raised. “ya so?”

“is your dad chaperoning yuuji?”

megumi feels a weird energy surround his dad, his eyes almost look manic as yuuji shakes his head still playing on megumi’s Nintendo. “nah he’s taking choso to look at colleges.”

toji feels jittery, and nothing is stopping him now.

—

your hand was struggling in your bag as you looked around for your keys. it was getting a little late and you didn’t like staying at the school after sundown. you push the doors open. a large figure comes at you making you scream.

“It’s just me!” toji laughs, you hit him with your bag. hard. “ow!” he laughs harder.

“what the fuck, that scared me to death.” you gasp, catching your breath. toji whistles, making you glance up, annoyed.

he has to hold in a laugh. “aw come on, it was an accident.” a smirk slowly forms on his lips as you huff out a sigh, reluctantly easing up. you were so damn cute right now.

“you should know not to sneak up on women at night,” you huff feeling how hot your cheeks are, slightly embarrassed about your reaction, but still annoyed.

he smirked, watching the way you tried to fix your hair.

“sorry sweetheart,” he said in a low mumble. he could see your flushed cheeks, it made you look just so adorable right now and he almost wanted to make you more flustered.

your body tensed as he knelt down in front of you. his shoulder brushed against your leg making your cheeks flood pink. his hair looked damp, and unkept, he probably took a shower before coming here. you got a whiff as he passed down. fuck he smelled so good, but you almost missed his raw scent the first time you met.

toji could practically feel the heat radiating off your body as he picked up your keys. you must’ve dropped them when he came outta nowhere. he stood back up, towering over you, his eyes never leaving your face. he felt his smirk widen, he leaned down, your faces now a few inches apart. he felt your hands shake as he placed it back into your small palm.

“thanks,” you mutter. It was like he was stealing each breath out of you. you weren’t even registering the questions you should be asking, because you couldn’t stop looking at his face. his deep green eyes, the hypnotizing scar on his lip. he was so addicting to look at. you wanted to know what it feels like to kiss him.

he liked the way you mumbled, your voice sounding so incredibly soft. he felt his body grow hot. something slowly building up inside him, because damnit you were so unbelievably cute right now. he had to resist the urge to pull you closer, to press your body against his, he wanted to—

the door suddenly clicked behind you, making you both jump back for a second. it was just one of the janitors, you smile politely bidding him goodnight as you turn back to toji.

“sorry um—“

cursing inwardly at the disruption, he took out the paper from his pocket and handed it to you.

“megumi’s field trip.”

“oh,” you take the paper, “you could’ve waited until tomorrow and megumi could’ve brought it in.”

he shrugged, his eyes practically burning into yours right now. “maybe I just wanted a reason to talk to you.”

you freeze momentarily, well that was blunt. you rub your cheek, laughing lightly. that’s when you notice the additional document attached to the note.

“wait this is just for…”

“chaperone’s.”

you look up.

oh fuck me.

the days following were absolute chaos. well only for you. every night you went to sleep all you thought about was the fact that toji fushiguro was coming on a school trip with you. when you were in the shower you thought about him, when you walked to the grocery store you thought about him. when you were packing your bag, you thought about him!

then it finally came.

DAY 1

the entire seventh grade was going on the trip. it was also your first time chaperoning on an overnight trip so you did your best to follow your superiors leads. every teacher was assigned one parent chaperone to help on the 4 hour bus ride and then…

“I’ll go with ms. l/n,” toji didn’t even wait for himself to be assigned. your eyes go wide. you don’t notice some of the other teachers were looking at you. one of the older teacher’s who was about to read the assigned list pauses…

“oh mr. fushiguro, we had you assigned with—“

“I’d rather stay with my son’s bus. is that a problem?”

you bite your cheek. it definitely would be a problem since the contract he signed stated that he’ll be assigned the group given to him, but that is also if you’re not a celebrity as big as him.

he knew damn well that he was breaking a rule, but he couldn’t have cared less. he wanted to sit with you, he wanted to be near you, he needed to be near you. and if that meant he had to be a bit of a dick, then that’s what he had to do. he sat down on the bus, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched you place your bag on the seat beside him across the aisle.

you stood at the front of the bus as you clapped your hands twice and the students mimicked you, well not all, but most.

“okay guys, I’m just gonna say one more time. We’re gonna have 4 stops for bathrooms, so please use them when you have the chance so we don’t have a delay. okay?”

he watched you intently as you spoke to the students, his eyes not once leaving your face. you looked beautiful and he had to force himself to stop staring at you. but he couldn’t, not when you were so close to him, he could also smell your flowery fragrance that made him slightly dizzy.

“I’m going to do roll call one more time, raise your hand and answer when I call you,” you start reading your list. once all the students respond, the bus starts up and you take your seat. you couldn’t ignore him either, so you turned to toji. “I’m sure you read the email, mr. fushiguro, but I’ll just go over some really quick things with you since we have the time—“

“toji.” he blurts. you pause for a moment but then nod. you begin going over procedures for the students in case of an emergency, also how he should keep his ringer on in case a student needs to get in contact.

however the more you speak the less and less he cares about these formalities and just wants to know more about you.

“so we’ll be together for most of the time?” he asks.

you pause, your lips part for a moment. before you hum, “yes, but that’s if the students have all successfully made an itinerary with their group, since the purpose of this trip is to give them responsibility and just complete the assignments throughout these 3 days.”

“then shouldn’t we make our own itinerary?”

you laugh shaking your head, “no I don’t think so. we’ll tag along with groups here and there.”

he pouts slightly, his smirk slowly disappearing from his face when you chuckle at his idea. and you find it slightly flustering to see him upset at your response. did he seriously come on this trip to be around you? there’s no way?

he hums, shifting in his seat once more. “but the students will be all broken up into groups, isn’t that right? I’ll find something to do.”

you didn’t know what he meant by that, but the bus ride continued. it was quite enjoyable, minus the screaming that you had to continuously go back to silence. megumi came up a couple times asking for chips from his dad, and Yuuji would always come up to the front, until they just decided to sit up with you and some of the other kids came and joined as you all laughed and played. it was funny playing mafia with a bunch of middle schoolers. toji never played it before so it was amusing hearing nobara, one of the other girls, and megumi explain it to him.

“let’s just start playing!” yuuji whines, growing impatient.

toji raises a confused brow in your direction and you stifle a laugh, shrugging.

it was funny hearing nobara narrate the story, and it was even more funny when toji and you opened your eyes. he gave you a confused look.

‘we are the killers’ you mouth trying not to make a sound to not give yourself away.

and still he managed to give himself away since the first person he killed in the game wasn’t his son and it was common knowledge among the students that you either make megumi a killer, or doctor, if not you kill him right away because he always manages to end the game in two rounds because he guesses who everyone is. which was exactly what happened. toji was voted off easily and you in the next. it was impressive.

the students continued playing, they had a lot of energy, toji was even more impressed how fast you were keeping up with all of them. you also were getting some work done of your own. answering texts from other teachers.

“Okay guys, last bathroom break!” the students all file out, pushing past you as they run to the bathrooms, some heading to the little convenience store. “calmly guys!” you shout after them. you put your hands on your hips, your eyes scanning the desolate rest stop.

toji comes up behind you, “are we first or last?”

you look over your shoulder, “last, mrs. tanaka said they were able to miss the traffic we hit.” you frown scrolling through your phone as you check the messages that most of the buses already arrived at the hotel.

toji leans down, his presence overwhelming as you feel him reading your messages.

“are you worried?”

“what? no,” you close your phone, forcing out a smile as you pat his arm. woah! your cheeks flush feeling his large biceps. your hand retracts when you realize your hand actually stayed on his arm.

his tongue pokes his cheek, trying hard not to smile, because he can already feel how hot his cheeks are. “you can keep your hands on me, I don’t mind.”

your face burns. “i—I’m gonna use the bathroom.” you quickly scurry off, glancing back watching toji lean back on his heels stuffing his big hands into his pocket as he smiles back at you. fuck!

the students bring you back to reality as they fool around in the rest stop. you call the ones in the store as they load up the bus. “toji?”

he looks up at you, his green eyes so attentive you wanted to pat his head. you flush at the thought, patting a grown man’s head, as if he isn’t older than you and has a child. “can you check the boys bathroom? we’re missing two.”

toji hums, his hands come out of his pockets as he walks to the bathroom. your eyes track his large figure as he walks away. the expanse of his shoulders made your cheeks flush, imagining what he’d look like shirtless, muscles moving under your palm as he rails into you.

ahh stop it! you cover your face.

“ms. l/n, are you okay?” nobara is staring at you with a weird look.

“wha-yea im fine, hope on the bus,” you gently push her towards the bus which she immediately skips onto. you follow suite doing another head count before two other boys run onto the bus followed by toji.

he sighs, “one of them was throwing up.” your eyes grow wide, “he’s fine, i think he’s just sick of the long ride.”

you immediately move to the back of the bus to speak to the student, he allows you to bring him to the front of the bus so the motion sickness isn’t as bad. eventually the bus continues, the students fall silent. the traffic horrendous, most of you end of falling asleep, and that includes you.

only a few students were awake, but as for the rest they were dead silent. the seats were slightly uncomfortable, but toji turned to look at you.

he notices the way your head bangs against the bus window, his eyes squinting as he grows more and more concerned you’ll get a concussion, that’s a little dramatic, but still, how could you blame him, you looked so delicate. he gently moves the bag in the seat beside you and sits down. he carefully lifts the arm rest and moves his hand to cup your head. he’s careful not to disturb your sleep when he puts his coat between the window and you.

well that is until you shift your body to rest your head on his shoulder.

toji feels your body relax, sleeping peacefully on his strong shoulder. your soft breaths like music to his ears, as he rests his head back. sleep not coming easy for him he stays awake, and watches over the bus in your stead.

another hour passes until the bus comes to halt. the day now night as the kids start to wake up. you’re still fast asleep, and toji couldn’t help the swell in his chest seeing how heavy of a sleeper you are. but he should probably wake you up, but he couldn’t bring himself to, not when he’s seeing your calm features resting so adorably.

“we’re here!” yuuji’s loud yell like a morning alarm.

toji flinched, suppressing an angry bark when you stirred awake from the call. you sigh softly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you wake up.

a low whistle has you blinking. the first thing you see is toji looking down at you with an expression you can’t quite read, and then standing around is some kids as they simultaneously ooo and laugh.

“teach was sleeping on mr. fushiguro!”

“teach and mister sitting on a treeee K I S—“

the taunting kids make you roll your eyes as you sit up.

“everyone back to your seats!” you huff, shooing them as you stand up, only to see the large coat slip down. he catches it, eyes boring up at you.

“sleep well?” he smiles, and it absolutely breaks your heart, this man!! you internally scream, his green eyes and the twitch of his scar, the dark black hair over his eyes had you meltinggg. and the way he’s looking up at you, an immediate blush takes over your entire body.

“mhm,” you reply softly, and his eyes glint with something you have to turn away from.

you do another roll call before getting off the bus. the kids flood into the hotel and luckily some other teachers waited for you and helped with rooms for the kids. everyone was sent on their way and you felt a relief once you unlocked the key to your room, closing it behind you—

“teach.”

you whip around to see toji standing at the doorway, holding the door open with his strong hand.

“yes?”

toji’s eyes fell to your lips, back to your eyes, pretending like you didn’t see that, but you did. “you left this on the table,” he says, extending your packet of the schedule. you really must be tired.

“oh! thank you, oh my god, that would’ve been sooo bad if I lost that,” you laugh, taking the packet. but he doesn’t let go. your brows crease adorably as you look up at him. and he’s looking at you with that look again. “mr. fus—“

“if you need anything else, let me know. okay?” his firm request sent flutters breaking inside you. you nod, and he lets go. “good night, sweetheart.”

“g-good night.”

you watch the door close, until you feel your hand reaching out and then your body is coming out as you call him. he barely took a few steps as he turns at your voice. “i uh…” what’re you doing? why did you even call him? but you’re hypnotized by his presence, you almost didn’t want him to go. what’re you talking about? you’ll see him in the morning—

“gonna finish your sentence, honey?”

you mentally slap yourself. “it slipped my mind. nevermind. goodnight.” you disappear back to your room, missing the smirk that splits the fighters face. fucking adorable. it was on the tip of your tongue.

the next morning was packed, the students came down for breakfast, they were placed in their groups and the entire class went to mandatory orientation, then to a museum as they filled out packets, before lunch came and it was finally free time. the students all splitting into their groups and exploring the small historical town. yuuji led megumi, nobara, and junpei to the beach he’s been waiting to see.

“how’re you holding up?” toji appears beside you. you slump, sighing heavily.

“I didn’t know school trips were this exhausting when I was in school,” you complain just a little. toji chuckles, his hand coming up, carefully fixing the hair from your cheek. his eyes glance down at your lips again, then back into your eyes. “it’s just day one,” he teases.

“yay,” you fake enthusiasm, as he laughs with you, still brushing your cheek with his thumb. “we should check with some of the kids.”

“shouldn’t they be figuring out that shit themselves?” toji doesn’t let you escape. “ya, but what else—“ toji’s hand slips down to yours and takes it as he leads you in a direction. “where are we going?”

“I don’t know, let’s explore,” he pulls you closer to him and if anyone looked over they would think you were a couple, and to be honest, you loved that thought. your hand didn’t even try to break away from his, embracing how he basically engulfs your small palm in his. you mindlessly follow him around until something catches your eye and you go there then there, pointing and explaining random facts.

“how do you know that?”

“oh i studied architecture and art history,” you explain as you’re standing at a shrine. toji has a hand on your lower back as he leans over looking at the statue you’re pointing at. you’ve gotten used to smelling his cologne, but with the long day his natural musk is mixed in making you dizzy. he’s gently stroking a thumb on your lower back, almost like he always wants you to be conscious of his touch.

ding ding ding

you check your phone. on the chat, yuuji sent multiple photos of his group by the water on the beach, along with the turtles they found. your eyes widen, “yuuji actually found them.”

“we’re close by them,” toji looks over, and he immediately takes your hand and you both head to the beach. when you arrive most of the groups came, everyone having the same idea. it wouldn’t be bad for toji, that is until you retract your hand. your eyes flicker over his, a silent apology.

you don’t necessarily know what you’re apologizing about, but still. the rest of the day was spent with the kids playing with the turtles. you and a few teachers explaining the wild life here, along with the turtles. then you conclude with a circle on the beach with each group presenting what they learned today and so on.

dinner came at a perfect time. the kids all filing into the hotel restaurant, taking their seats and of course toji sitting with you and a few other teachers.

honestly, looking at himself, toji thought he was a good sport. entertaining these other teachers and chaperons even after the kids went back to their rooms to sleep and you all stayed for a few light drinks. they asked him questions he definitely hated answering, but when your sole attention was on him, he made due with it.

“are ya thinkin of retiring anytime?” one of the other dads asked, fully invested in toji.

toji licked his teeth, clearly annoyed as the questions got a little more intrusive. “we’ll see,” his clipped reply almost only seemed to clock in on your part as you sensed his mood shift. especially as the questions got more intimidate asking if megumi takes after him, or if he’ll allow him to start fighting early.

that’s when you decided to stand up, covering your mouth with a fake yawn. “It’s getting pretty late. I’m gonna knock out.” you speak to the table, but give toji a brief glance, inviting him to take the out, which he immediately does.

“I’m knocking in too then,” he stands up, easily leading you both out of the restaurant, unbothered by the looks the adults give him.

“fuck, they’re nosy as shit,” he mutters to you as you both step out and into the elevators.

“yea, sorry,” you cringe, but he shakes it off.

“no need for you to apologize,” he shrugs, rubbing his nose. you glance over at him, smiling as you rest a hand on his forearm.

“thank you again for volunteering. honestly, it’s premature since we still have two more days, but you’ve been a big help so far,” you say, and toji can’t help cracking a smile.

“it’s my pleasure. spending time with you doesn’t feel like work,” he coolly replies, allowing you to look him over with your adorable eyes.

“of course that’s not what I meant,” you mutter, he can see you trying not to smile.

“don’t tell me the best part of the day wasn’t walking with me?” he leans closer to you. “do you hold hands with every student’s dad?”

“no.”

“so am I special?” he pushes, hand gently playing with your hand.

the elevator stops on your floor. you sigh as you bring a hand up to his chest.

“our floor.”

“our room?”

“no,” you brush him as he follows you with a smirk. hands deep in his pockets as he looks at you from behind.

“you can have the extra key to my room,” he waves it to you as he walks you to your room.

“and why would I take it?” your smirk widens, glancing up at him.

“of course for safety. in case you feel like you need a strong man to protect the model teacher who’s all alone at night in an unknown town,” he smiles, hand against your door caging you in.

“yeah?” your tone was low and breathy, only luring him down to your eye level, humming deep in his chest. “but then I won’t be comfortable sleepin’,” you pull him in with your words.

his voice drops, taking the bait, “and why’s that?”

“well because I sleep with a t-shirt,” you pause, “only.”

Toji’s smile cracks, heat flooding his ears as he drops his gaze to your lips. “that’s not a problem for me.”

you can’t believe you’re actually flirting with a student’s dad. you didn’t feel like a teacher, no, you really felt like a girl in her twenties (which you well are) easily teasing a man into bed.

“having a stranger so close to me in bed?” you whisper, smiling when his lips hovers so close to you. “that’s scary.”

“nah, it’s for safety,” he leans in, breath fanning against your face.

unfortunately, when his lips hovered over yours, the booming footsteps and shouting immediately pulled you apart. toji pulled away as you both looked over to your right seeing four boys racing through the hotel floor.

“hey, boys!” you whisper shout, sliding by toji as you speed walk to the boys. all but leaving the six foot-five fighter pressing his face into the door.

after sending the boys back to their rooms with a heavy lecture, you walk back to your room slightly disappointed when toji wasn’t there. it was a long day, you didn’t blame him for going to bed early. but when you saw his room card in front of your door when you stepped inside you couldn’t contain you the heat that spread across your cheeks.

… DAY 2 …

most women found toji attractive. hell even men were jealous of his physique and face card. but does any of that excuse the slight annoyance you felt going through the aquarium and seeing the workers near the starfish flirt with toji as the kids in your group stuck their hands in the tank to pet the starfish and other aquatic creatures. probably not, but fuck it.

the small disgusting twist in your gut that came up when you saw toji smile and let out a laugh almost had you rolling your eyes. so being the pity twenty-four year old, you decided to open your mouth.

“toji,” you call his name before you can think twice about it. you force a smile when he turns to look at you. “can you come help me over here,” you call out from across the tank.

“oh, I can help you miss,” another worker at aquarium pops next to you making you jump from the surprise.

toji continues looking at you and he notices the way you shake your head. “oh sorry, it’s has to do with the students…paperwork…I mean,” you clear your throat nodding your head as the worker gives you an odd look that you can immediately note was a ‘she’s weird’. but at least you don’t catch the way toji is biting back a smirk as you call him again.

he easily struts over, his black t-shirt and black cargos, hugging his frame so when he stood beside you you were almost thankful that he blocked your view from the workers.

“yes, teach?” you can hear the smug smile in his voice before you even look at him.

“well,” you start, subtly glancing around for some lie you can make up, but toji crossing his big muscular arms showing off his veins and giving you a look you don’t even want to begin to decipher, wasn’t fucking helping. “just stay here. I forgot what I needed, but if I need something…just be near me,” you clear your throat looking up at him with confidence. “that’s your job…as a parent chaperon, okay?”

“okay,” he says with the biggest smile.

maybe you should’ve just let him talk to the workers, but you’d never admit that it made you jealous that this thirty-something year old man was focused on something that isn’t you. even when you both were walking behind the students on a hike to some shrines in the mountains, you were glad as fuck that he stayed right beside you and not upfront with the guides.

“you could’ve just said you didn’t want me talking to other girls and I would’ve listened,” Toji’s voice slips on the air as he walks beside you.

you scoff, “well that’d be ridiculous to say, especially because that wasn’t why I said it. if you remember, it said on the parent slip it that chaperons are the teachers assistants, basically.” you glance confidently at toji and he’s kissing his teeth as he holds back a smirk. you were a fucking brat. he definitely would’ve lost that bet. “so just stay near me.”

“I was near you at the aquarium,” he pushes, because shit, he’ll always tease the bait.

“you were distracted, that’s not being present, and it’s against the rules,” you roll your eyes, moving to tie your hair up the longer up the mountain you’re going. you loved a good hike, but the heat was a death sentence, so was this windbreaker.

“i was just asking the sweet worker about the starfish…to educate the kids of course,” his choice of words was definitely on purpose.

the group makes it to the shrine as they all scramble to look around.

you turn on your heel looking up at toji. “it didn’t look like that.” you try to hold back your criticism, not realizing that he’s trying to get a rise out of you because this revelation he’s discovered is definitely not something he’s gonna let go of.

“what did it look like then, hm?” he leans in, crossing his arms as he pushes his hair back, the sweat from the heat making his hair shine and his muscles constrict in his tight shirt. “did it look like i was flirting with her?”

you deadpan, “yeah, it did.”

“is that an issue?” he pushes.

“if it’s when you’re working, then yes it is,” your words are clipped, he was almost getting a hard-on with your attitude.

“so if it’s not in front of you or the kids?” he muses.

“yes.”

“because you’ll get jealous then,” his words once again make a vein unironically bulge from your forehead. you cup your cheeks.

“that’s not why—I just said why,” you exhale, and he finds it hilarious how well you control your emotions with your students but when it’s with him, you have to take some deep breaths. “I’m not jealous.” you state. “it’s professionalism.”

“so us holding hands is?—“

your eyes narrow.

“I’m not complaining, I just don’t know if I should also be holding Mrs. Takada’s hand too?” he doesn’t loose eye contact as you stare into his soul. “tell me what I can and can’t do, teach, I’m a good listener, I just need to be told what do to.” you were frustrated because you couldn’t tell if his choice of words were purposely submissive, especially with that smug look on his face as you tried hard to read him.

“you can’t hold anyone else’s hand,” you finally mutter, not before rubbing your cheek as you turn to look at the other students circling the guide as the other teachers tell them to quiet up and listen. “you’re my assistant, so that’s the reason.”

“understood,” his reply is punctuated by a step towards you, his lips ghosting you ear as his other hand sneaks around your waist. “I’ll keep my hands on you, so I don’t get you all mad at me again.” his cool voice went straight into your core as you felt your face burn red.

“I wasn’t mad,” you push his hand off you; finally distancing yourself from the shameless man.

however, toji listened. he was polite with the other teachers, curt and short with the female guide that tried to talk to him more when the students were roaming around the shrine, but it was pretty easy for him to side-step her and follow megumi and his friends as the huddled around a lizard they found.

“woahh is he gonna shapeshift?” Yuuji reaches out for the lizard only for it to run away. toji stays around the kids especially when they continue their hike up to another shrine at the top of the mountain. of course, it was fun hanging out with his son and his friends. but it also made your attitude more obvious the longer the hike went on.

especially when there was a broken step and toji was helping the kids up, only for your turn to come and you telling him you can go up yourself.

he had to bite back a scoff, he almost forgot you were basically straight out of college, and definitely stubborn as shit. but still his hand hovered behind you as you climbed up and you didn’t look back once. it was almost making him want to rub himself because of how fucking bratty you’re being. but still he continued to flirt with you, because why else did he come on this trip.

“dad?“

toji looks behind him to see megumi and yuuji still by the shrine while the rest of the group is already heading back down the mountain.

“yeah?” tojj raises a brow for megumi to continue. that’s when yuuji interrupts with your name.

“she went looking for nobara, but they’re not back yet,” yuuji shakes his head like a dramatic eleven year old. “I told nobara there’s no bathrooms behind the shrine, but she just went anyways.”

toji concerned now glances behind him to see the group now fully gone and the sun setting. now that he thinks back, he hasn’t seen you since they entered the shrine for a tour. “when did the girl leave?”

“like awhile ago,” yuuji sighs again dramatically, not fully grasping that that’s not a very helpful answer.

toji looks at megumi.

“it was around twenty minutes ago, when teacher followed after her,” megumi answers.

“you’re just repeating what I said,” yuuji narrows his eyes at megumi who brushes him off as he looks up at his dad who’s glancing around the empty shrine. the stand was already closed and it was getting dark.

“stay with me, kay, hold my hand,” toji extends his left hand for megumi to take, while yuuji held onto megumi’s hand. toji quickly pulled out his phone to text the WhatsApp chat with the other chaperons and teachers letting them know he was with two other students and will be down. right after he called you. with one ring it immediately went to voicemail. “are you fuckin’ with me right now?”

he walks around the shrine with megumi and yuuji in tow as he called again and same thing. your phone was definitely dead because you always answered your phone. that or—

now with the sun completely set, toji pulled out the flashlight from megumi’s bag as he went deeper into the woods behind the shrine. yuuji was clutching megumi’s arm as megumi held on his dad’s shirt. toji called your name, a little louder the deeper they went in.

“dad?” megumi glances up to, but toji ignores his worries as he continues shouting your name and yuuji easily mimics toji’s concern as he shouts for nobara.

“nobara!!”

after another fifteen minutes in the woods, toji receives a call from one of the teachers and immediately answers.

“hello, just checking if you guys are still up there?” she asks, and includes if you and nobara are with him because your phone had died the moment you arrived at the shrine.

“I have megumi and yuuji, but we’re looking for the other two,” toji’s voice was strained. he really should’ve listened to you and stayed by your side then this wouldn’t have happened. it makes it worse when the teacher on the line starts panicking. toji can overhear the tour guide speaking to the teacher saying they’ll send someone back up, but it’ll take them thirty minutes to walk back up.

“mr. fushiguro you should come back down the mountain so you and the boys don’t get lost-“

toji hangs up.

“mr. tojj i heard something,” yuuji yelps, suddenly clutching toji’s other arm and going on a rant from the nerves. “megumi was talking about the spirits and how they’re hiding in places where no one lives anymore and-and we passed by those broken shacks on the way up.”

toji’s jaw clenches, eye shutting as he exhales. “I told you not to watch that shit horror movie ‘gumi.”

megumi cringes, “I didn’t—“

“we did last night—AH!” the sudden crack behind them sends yuuji flying ten feet in the air and megumi clutching his dad even tighter almost pissing his pants.

toji turns abruptly at the noise, holding onto yuuji who’s basically on top of his shoulders and megumi wrapped under his arm, face smushed into his side clutching his shirt.

“toji?”

the familiar voice sends a flood of relief rushing through toji as he immediately moves forward as two black blobs turn into you and megumi’s friend. yuuji and megumi’s are still holding onto toji like they might die, but he’s still able to make it over to you, his hand coming up to cheek as he shines his flashlight on your face making you hiss pushing it away.

“shut up, I’m seein’ if you’re hurt,” he grunts pushing your hand away.

“I’m fine, just forgot my phone died when I went after nobara,” you say, but still letting toji examine your face before he kneels down to check on the girl.

“you still don’t fucking go off by yourself,” he grunts brushing the girls cheek as she crosses her arms.

“why can megumi’s dad say fuck, but I get in trouble, miss?” nobara snaps, making you frown down at her,

“because I’m not a little girl that ran off into the woods by herself and almost got lost,” toji clips back, having a harsh stare off with the girl who frowns even more, but eventually averts her gaze.

“I had to use the bathroom,” she mutters.

“I told you there was no bathroom!” yuuji points at nobara suddenly interrupting as he still holds on toji,

“you’ve never been here, how the heck would you know??” nobara scoffs.

“because I know everything, I told you that,” yuuji tsks.

“you’re an idiot,” nobara frowns, annoyed and already embarrassed about getting lost.

you sigh stepping in, “okay, enough guys. we don’t call each other names, we’re not in elementary school.” you gently tap toji’s shoulder and he stands up. the flashlight was pointed at the ground, but the shadows that contrasted his face made him look even more handsome. “let’s head down,” you look away, “you remember the way?”

“course.”

maybe toji should’ve called the teachers the second he found you and nobara, but it slipped his mind since he had to lead you and the three kids back down the mountain. especially with how scared yuuji and megumi were after watching that horror movie in the hotel room last night. nobara on the other hand was picking on them to make herself feel better about causing this whole mess. and you, you did your best to keep them close to toji, because even you were holding onto him to keep yourself from tripping on the unbalanced steps made over six centuries ago. but at least all that masked the underlying tension between you and your students father, especially when you held onto his arm a little longer after his arm wrapped around your waist before you tripped on a large tree root.

“thanks,” you sigh, catching your breath.

“I can pick you up if you’re tired,” he leans close, and you would say he’s teasing, but the way he’s looking at you even in the dark, you knew it wasn’t a joke.

“funny,” you say, but still hold his arm as you continue walking. the three kids right in front of you both.

“oh I see the gate!” yuuji jumps, grasping onto both nobara and megumi.

easy to say, once you arrived back at the hotel and the kids all filed into the hotel restaurant for dinner, you received an ear full privately from two of the teachers. you couldn’t really pinpoint what you’d done wrong, you went after Nobara the second you counted your kids again to see she wasn’t there then to hear from yuuji and megumi that she went off alone. maybe you should’ve told another teacher, hell toji first, and had a charged phone before going, that would’ve been smart.

okay, you deserved the lecture.

afterwards, you decided to head to your room. you weren’t that hungry anymore, and the other teachers would send the kids off to bed.

the second day was brutal. the early morning walk, then the aquarium, and then the shrine visits, then getting lost in the woods—

“fuck,” you groan, growing exhausted from just thinking about the day as you crawl into the covers after a much needed shower. unfortunately for you a loud knock hits your hotel door.

you want to ignore it, give an excuse in the morning that you’d already fallen asleep, but there’s another knock and it’s followed by a deep voice calling your name. it almost sent shivers down your spine as you stood up and walked to open the door.

“you didn’t eat?” his eyes fixate on your cute face, eyes half blinking with exhaustion, but then he lets his eyes roam further down. shamelessly checking you out.

“I wasn’t hungry,” you answer, leaning against the door as you hold it partially open, aware of any other teacher or parent that could pass by and see you in your old university shirt and skims boy shorts. “is everyone else heading back up?”

“most of the kids finished eating and went to bed. gonna check on megs and yuu to make sure they’re not watching another r rated movie,” toji says, still looking at you like you’re made of sin, though it’s not far off from the truth. “you normally let parents see ya like this?”

you try not to let the heat in your core take over, especially with the way that he’s eyeing your lips and leaning against the doorframe. his hand reaches out, holding the hem of your shirt, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. he says the name of your university. “when did you graduate?”

you’re desperately trying not to show how flustered his casual demeanor is making you, but feeling his knuckles skim over your exposed skin. he was towering over you, still in his cargo and tshirt from earlier. his shoulders were even more sculpted and because you showered, you can smell his musk even clearer. you’ve always had a sensitive nose, but something about how manly he smelled, the mix of his worn cologne and natural woody smell made you blush.

“you’re exhausted,” he interrupts, making you blink up at him. he chuckles lightly, and you’re beyond thankful that he didn’t realize you were thinking about something completely different. especially when his hand lets go of your shirt to take a step back. you’re almost surprised he’s the one putting space between you both, and you almost feel like you’re being rejected right now. you didn’t even stop to think if he was bothered with your attitude today. were you crossing a line? “goodnight, sweetheart.” he gives you one last smile, turning around.

“toji?” you stop him.

“hmm?” he turns. his undivided attention on you.

“thank you for today. with me and Nobara in the woods, we definitely would’ve been lost if you didn’t come looking for us,” your voice was light, and soft. he almost found it amusing how you’re a sweet girl one second and the other you’re giving him attitude. but still he lets a smile take over his face and you almost have to look away because the dimples that appear on his cheeks was too hypnotizing you could feel your face catch on fire.

“stop thanking me. plus I should’ve stayed by you like you said, then you wouldn’t have gotten lost.”

you frown, “it was my fault.”

toji smiles, “goodnight, ma.”

you flush at the new nickname. fuck, why are you so easy to please. especially when he’s walking away and waves his room key over his shoulder.

“Room 322, no need to knock.”

Unfortunately for you. you immediately crashed into bed once you closed your door. the exhausting day easily luring you into a deep sleep.

…DAY 3…

the multiple meetings you had with the teachers this month leading up to the trip all warned about day 3. it was going to be the longest day. not only were you guys going to an interactive zoo, you also had another hike near the lake with kayaking, and a final nighttime hike from a short astronomy lesson.

“everyone head down for breakfast,” you knock on all the hotel doors. some kids luckily already awake as they immediately popped out and started heading down with their backpacks.

you hesitated, but eventually knocked on toji’s door. no reply. biting your lip, you knock again, and that’s when the door wings open, and you’re met with a bare naked toji—

well he had a towel wrapped very loosely around his waist, he was basically naked. especially with your reaction that you had no way of controlling. your eyes couldn’t not follow the multiple water droplets that ran down his huge pecs, down to his very sculpted and ripped torso, and even further down his pelvis. his happy trail glistened from the water as the hairs grew thicker the lower—

a low whistle suddenly had your eyes snapping up. staring back at you was the very handsome man with the most shit eating smirk as his looked down at you.

“you wanna come in?” he teases, but his own ears turn red when you just stare into his eyes like you were actually considering what he’d just said.

“y-“ you clear your throat, coming back to your senses as you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes still scanning down his body, especially with the way his body filled the entire door frame. his huge veiny hand lazily holding the front of the towel so it doesn’t fall…it was so loose, he hurried out of the shower when he heard the door. “were you on a run again?” you could’ve easily ended this heated interaction by getting straight to the point, but the dumb twenty four year old part of your brain couldn’t help, but talk to the hot parent that’s basically been flirting with you non-stop for the last few months. especially when he looked like this right now.

“ya, can’t loose myself on this trip or my team will have my fuckin’ head,” toji thinks about how much arguing and convincing he had to do with his best friend/coach sukuna to let him chaperone this trip.

“pretty strict, do you not get any vacations?” your curious, and you lean against the doorframe, pretending like you don’t notice the way toji is holding back a smile.

“no I get vacations, but if there’s a match in a few months then it’s training 24/7. even during trips,” he answers, “you ever been to a match?”

your lips part, “no. I’ve watched some on tv. mainly in high school since my dad is a huge fan.”

“and you’re not a fan?” his teasing is intrusive, maybe because he wants you to admit to liking him, even if it’s just his image first—

“I’d have to see a match first before saying anything,” the light shrugged you had only made him even more attracted to you.

he raises a brow, “you can just tell me you want to come to my game. no need to tip toe around it.”

your cheeks flush, “that’s not—“ your cheeks blow up as toji breaks out laughing, leaning forward to meet you at the level. his huge body towering over you, his eyes scanning over your face.

“I’ll get you vip seats, but I have’ta get somethin’ in return.”

your chin tips out just a little so you can lock eyes, raising a brow, telling him to go on then.

you were killing him, without even realizing it, his fist clenched around his towel, feeling his blood filling up his dick, he had to refrain from making it show.

“a date.”

oh.

your lips part. you didn’t know why you were shocked. maybe because he’s been flirting with you for months, you probably thought deep down inside he wasn’t the type to take women out on dates. maybe it was just a bar and a fuck, not that you were complaining if that was the case. but still, his answer seemed to make your face even hotter than before, and you felt little stupid.

“i don’t know if that’s appropriate…” you mutter, almost defeated, his eyes glanced over yours as you looked away.

“you’re not gonna be megumi’s teacher forever. just another two months until school’s out,” his voice was deep, you hadn’t realized he’d been bending closer. your back pressed against the doorframe as his hand came up, firmly caressing your waist. “one date when we get back. let me treat you, you’d like that?”

you bite your cheek, back arched against the doorframe as you glance back at him. his hooded eyes and deep face, his handsome features practically seducing you.

“one date,” you repeat.

“and more if you like me so much,” he smirks, face inches from yours.

your voice is breathy, heart racing because he smells so good, so clean, “f-fine,” your cheeks flush at the stutter but he only smiles. his hand travels up to cup your cheek.

“you flustered?” his canines are hard to hide when he’s smiling like that.

“no-“ you push his hand away, pressing a hand to his chest to push him back. “g-get changed or you won’t have time for breakfast,” you huff, stepping away and speed walking away from him.

toji licks his teeth, shutting the door once you disappear. he’ll just grab an apple before leaving, because now he has to handle this mess. he clenches his jaw as he drops his towel, firm hand grabbing the base of his hard cock. “fuck.”

—

similar to the aquarium, at the zoo you had to keep an eye on your students while the zoo workers gave the lessons to the groups. they lead you to different sections, giving brief lessons on the different species so the kids can fill out their packets.

on the other hand, you were enjoying how close toji was. always an arms length away. the only time you separated is when one of the zookeepers asked if you wanted to feed the giraffe to give a demonstration to the students before it was their turn.

your face lit up as you stepped up.

“Up here, sweeetheart,” the zookeeper easily flirts as he helps you up on the platform, a hand resting on your lower back as he places your palm over his putting some food in it. “Now you’re just gonna extend it out, and he’ll come right to you,” he smiles as you hum.

little did you know that toji was practically seething. his jaw set tight, muscles tensing at the way this shitkeeper was drooling over you. anyone would fucking drool over a hot school teacher, especially if they looked like you.

“here he comes,” the zookeeper points, all the students ooo as the giraffe leans down, then eats from your hand. you gasp at the odd feeling, backing into the zookeeper on accident, pressing yourself against him.

“sorry—“ you chirp, still afraid of the giraffe as he tries to lean in for more.

the zookeeper laughs, “it’s alright,” his arm holds your waist, and toji is rolling his eyes so hard.

“give me a break,” he mutters.

megumi standing in front of him looks up. “what?”

toji doesn’t spare him a glance, his eyes zeroed in on you feeding the giraffe again, totally fine with the zookeeper all over you, literally.

“what the fuck,” his nails dig into his bicep, the expression on his face was not subtle at all that even yuuji is cackling.

“mr. toji are you jealous? do you wanna feed the giraffe too?” yuuji blurts, making nobara beside him turn and cackle too, pointing at megumi’s dad. a few of the other students in your group laugh at toji.

toji glares down at the children, not catching the subtle way you’re shifting on the platform. you place a hand over the zookeepers wrist as you step away. “okay, I think that’s it,” you say, the hairs on your body standing up the second the zookeeper kept himself pressed against you when you bumped into him.

“you can feed him so more-“-

“no I’m good—Toji!” you blurt, cutting the conversation off quick because toji’s head snaps back up to you. “i need some help getting down.”

any command that slips past your lips is so easily executed. toji was standing in front of you in seconds as you kneel down on the platform. toji easily grabs your waist as you place yours on his shoulders and he carries you. his brow quirks up at you.

“fucking keeper is a freak,” you mutter to him as he places you on the ground. and though internally toji is ecstatic about that, another part is seething at the fact that the keeper puts his hands all over you and made you very uncomfortable that you had to call toji to pick you up even though the latter was right beside you.

you stood beside toji, arms crossed as two students went up the platform, one at a time to feed the giraffes.

“I can have a word with him,” toji leans down, his hand on your lower back, rubbing gentle circles.

you barely give a laugh, “I’d rather not cause a scene.”

“it would be a word.”

you shake your head, “it’s fine.” toji licks his teeth nodding.

but when you went to the next section. and the zookeeper wasn’t following you or toji, you already knew what must’ve happened when another keeper came to your group.

“I said it was fine,” you tell him.

“well I wasn’t fine,” he shrugs easily, his eyes glancing down at you, ready to brush your cheek before realizing where the fuck he is.

the rest of the day was hell.

pure hell.

the zoo was long, lunch only energized the kids for the two hour hike. it was a great view, but there was another bathroom problem and the kids had to take turns going in the woods. then the last thing before lunch was kayaking.

everyone was excited, a few kids sat out with another teacher since they were too scared even if they were given a life vest. but everyone else was way to excited to head into the water. maybe that’s why most, if not all the kids ended up tipping into the water.

“everyone grab onto your kayaks,” the tour guide exclamined, but the kids were laughing and splashing. some bopping up and down in their life vests.

you were almost thankful for yours not tipping until it did. the students were laughing their asses off even more.

“miss.l/n fell into the water!!” they all laugh.

everyone but toji, because when everyone makes it back to shore. they’re drenched head to toe. including toji who jumped in after a student who said they knew how to swim but didn’t.

but what wasn’t funny was seeing your t-shirt stuck to your chest, showcasing your figure for all the parent chaperones to see. specifically some other dads on this trip. fuck.

“I hate wet jeans,” you grumble, as you squeeze the ends of your baggy jeans as the water pools down. you clip your wet hair up as you hold onto toji’s arm. “thanks for getting tyler, he should’ve taken a life vest.”

toji hums.

“is everything okay?” you stand up straight now. and that’s when you notice toji eyeing your chest. you flush, but also scoff.

“there’s other people looking,” he huffs.

“jus’ you.”

“not jus’ me, others,” he eyes the other parents helping the kids dry off before loading back on the bus to get dinner then go on the night hike back at the hotel.

“yeah yeah,” you wave him off, walking away. but toji remains close, guarding you. he didn’t calm down until you got changed before dinner. your modest skirt, tight cleavage covering top, and cardigan. it was adorable.

“mrs. jackson and mr. white said they’re getting us drinks after the hike,” one of the other teachers, ally, cheers to you as you’re on the night hike. Mrs. jackson and mr. white are the oldest of the teachers and usually offer up drinks to celebrate a successful hard working field trip.

“oh really?” your eyes are wide.

Ally nods enthusiastic, “this was such a fun field trip, but I’ve been dying for a drink.” she’s practically buzzing, even though she’s very happily married and in her mid thirties, you don’t fully regret what you’re about to say until you do.

“I think I’ll pass,” you say.

“what?”

“I’ve never been a fan of drinking,” you admit, toji overhearing a few paces behind you with another parent chaperon.

“what?! you’re the youngest here, though!” Ally is unbelievably put off by your response that you have to salvage it, until she adds. “well at least have one drink with us. it was your first field trip as one of the teachers here, and we just want to celebrate. you don’t even need to get another drink. okay? Okay.”

you bite your cheek nodding.

“yay!!”

and that’s how you ended up here. sitting at the center of the ten seat table with all the young teachers and parent chaperons. completely fucking wasted.

“this w-was such a fuuun trip,” you hiccup as the table is laughing and drinking. you were all laughing. “I’m like so happy—“

the table is cackling and toji seated beside you is realizing in seconds. “you’re a fuckin’ light weight,” he clocks. the other teachers laugh noting that as well.

“nuh-uh, I-i can drink another,” you hiccup again, taking his drink and gulping another few sips until he’s clicking his tongue.

“Christ,” he slides a water to you, “drink.”

and the night went on with you tipsy and the others getting unbelievably drunk into the night. even toji was getting tipsy. he had too, with all the parents asking too many fucking questions about his life that he needed something to take the edge off before his fist collided with one of their faces. but when you went to grab the drinks from the bar for the table, and tripping on your way back, toji realized maybe it was time to call it night.

“what? but we’re still having fun,” you whine as toji lifts you up, arm wrapped around your waist, your cardigan slipping off your shoulder.

“fun until you’re puking all over yourself, if ya drink more,” toji stumbles himself. not realizing he’s just as drunk until he’s tapping your key into door, easily dragging you to your bed. “get some rest,” he sighs, lips coming to plant a kiss on your forehead. your eyes are bright, almost too bright as you watch him trudge out.

fuck he’s glad he can at least walk back to his room.

which left you peeling your clothes off and pressing your face into the bed as you rolled around in your pajamas. you weren’t tired. not at all. today was long and exhausting, you were completely exhausted during dinner, but now. now you’re feeling alone…

you turned your head on the pillow, when you caught something on your nightstand.

toji’s room key.

he laid back on his bed, hand pressed to his face, he felt good, but he knew in the morning the headache will come and his moves will be lazy. fuck, he really should’ve cut it after his third drink, but the only reason he kept going was because you were still there.

even though he’d got what he wanted. you agreed on a date. he still couldn’t bare to rip himself away from you. especially when he saw how adorable and talkative you get when you’re drunk. you already had the sweet teacher thing going, plus the bratty attitude underneath, but you drunk was all of that plus a little more unfiltered shit that he just couldn’t miss. and he couldn’t leave you alone with those creeps gawking at you again.

and when you leaned against him because you were laughing. fuck he almost flipped a table when one of the parents kept eyeing your chest. even though you couldn’t see any skin on the shirt, it was so tight hugging your breasts—

that’s when he heard his hotel door click.

his brow rose, leaning up.

the light poured in from the hallway, but the wall still covered who was at the door.

the door slowly creaked shut, and toji was about to sit up even more when—

“toji?”

shit.

“teach?” toji responds.

that’s when your face peaks out as you step further into the room so the wall couldn’t hide you. toji’s eyes immediately scan your figure, eyes locking in on your bare thighs in those skims boyshorts and university tee.

“I thought you were crashing for the night?” toji rubs his face because he’s unsure now. unsure if you or him are sober enough for this. even when you slowly kneel at the foot of the bed.

you hum, “wasn’t tired. and I got lonely and…scared,” you exhale crawling up, until you stopped right at his bent feet, his back reclined against the stack of pillow, arm behind his head as he watched you. “I used your key.”

“I can see that,” toji stretched out his legs only dressed in loose black sweats, he pats his lap. “come’ere.”

and you fucking do.

you slowly crawl up his lap, until you’re straddling him and pressing your hands on his stomach, cautious at first.

“scared?” he starts, hand hesitating, before easing it onto your bare thigh. and just that contact with your smooth skin, made his cock start to ache. “i thought you said you don’t get scared sleeping alone.”

you shrug, cute soft hands still feeling the ridges of his abs, your cheeks flush as you hum. “does it matter why i came?”

“not really. I’d just like to know, would you mind telling me?”

your lips purse as you glance at him and his cheeky smile, “i was lonely…and i saw your key and i thought of you so I came to see you. there, full truth.”

he raised a brow, hand easing up under your shirt to hold your waist, thumb caressing absentmindedly. “there’s something else.”

you lean down shaking your head. breath hot against his face.

“we can’t,” toji speaks lowly, your faces so close he has to stop his hips from adjusting underneath you.

“why not?”

“you’re drunk, sweetheart,” he continues to feel your body. definitely not listening to himself especially when your arching your back to press your chest against his, hands all over his shoulders.

you shake your head, “I’m not.”

“you are, because if you weren’t, you definitely wouldn’t be here,” he gives your side a squeeze, desperately holding back. “crawlin’ on one of your students’ parents’ lap, in thin shorts and a tee…”

“they’re my pajamas,” you sigh flawlessly with a delicate tilt to your head and your lashes half lidded as you gazed at him.

his son’s teacher was a natural slut.

you were definitely acting like your age now. the back talk, the way you’re trying to seduce him, it all came like second nature to you, even if you didn’t fully notice it, toji definitely does. he’s been the victim to many women batting their lashes and flaunting themselves, but you stood out. easily.

toji bites back a groan.

“you’re drunk too, toji,” you lean in, eyes heavy.

he hums, struggling to conceal his smile as your lips hover over his.

“do you not wanna kiss me anymore?” you whisper, feigning rejection.

he exhales laughing, “anymore?”

you hum, sliding just a little further up his lap, so your face was hovering over his. your hair slides gently to one side, concealing this taboo interaction with a private curtain so the only thing toji was seeing was you.

his skin was hot, and his big hands holding your torso wasn’t stabilizing him at all when you were looking at him like that.

“you’ve been wanting to kiss me every night…and this morning,” you reveal, because of course you caught his hints. you were playing with him. “it was inappropriate.”

“and this isn’t?” he cautiously puts one hand back on your thigh, massaging the bare flesh. your skin was so smooth, so soft, he’d been craving you, thinking about you in the most inappropriate ways, so to have you so easily throwing yourself onto him.

you shake your head. “ it is…but…” your lips skim over his again, breathing heavily. “tonight…I can’t go to sleep without a reward.”

toji snorts, “reward?”

you nod, letting a small whine escape before swallowing it. “I’ve been holding myself back, taking the high road, being responsible, n-now…now I want a kiss, that’s it.” fuck, this is exactly why toji was a fucking whore when he was younger. the age group you’re in right now switched from bratty attitude to spoiled brat in seconds. never choosing between dominant or submissive and it’s so fucking hot.

“you want me to praise you?” toji leans up, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh electing the softest whine from the back of your throat. you nod, desperate. “want me to tell you how much of a good girl you’ve been not caving in?” he smiles, you nod again.

“please.”

fuck.

“you’re so spoiled,” he licks his scar, and you feel his tongue skim yours briefly, you’re so close.

“mmm!” toji grunts as you finally crash your lips against his.

he holds back a vicious laugh, because you’re so unbelievably desperate with this kiss he has to hold the back of your head to guide you. your whine came automatic, feeling his tongue push your lips open, allowing it to slip in your mouth.

he dominated the kiss, his grip on the back of your head tightened ever so slightly. in this moment, he had you completely at his mercy. and you let him.

he almost couldn't believe that this was the same woman who taught his son. the one who kept avoiding his very obvious advances and would get flustered whenever he insinuated something vulgar. but now here she was, sitting on his lap and whimpering for more. it almost made his head spin.

you pull away briefly, catching your breath, your spit collects on your lip as toji glances over your flushed face.

this is wrong. you’re drunk.

but your arms lazily wrap around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him again. this time longer, messier. your back arches, hips grinding down against his bulge, electing a moan from you. your tongue was selfish as you fought with his, the alcohol on his breath mixed with yours. finger tangling in his dark locks as you scratch his nape making him shiver.

“taste good,” you sigh with a lazy smile, and he can’t help but chuckle. low and deep, chest shaking making you flush. he’s so hot. his scent overflows and overwhelms. you kiss his scar, tongue running over it. “how’d you get this?” you kiss it again and again, moaning so gently, sending shivers down his spine.

“it’ll ruin the mood,” he says, hands grounding your hips down, grunting just a bit when you really start rocking on his fat bulge. his fingers digging into your flesh, sighing once your lips continue to trail down his neck, hands exploring his chest again.

“i’s okay,” you mutter, sucking gentle kisses on his nape, moving to his Adam’s apple, as he snorts.

there’s a beat before— “my old man did it.”

your eyes flick up. you pull away. your eyes suddenly less hazy and he can tell, because his lip curls into a smirk. “told ya it’d ruin the mood—“

his breath hitched.

your thumb gently touching his scar, eyes swimming with something he can’t recognize.

“how old were you?”

his grip on your hips tighten, subconsciously grounding himself.

“twelve,” he answers. eyes falling to your lips then back up to your doe eyes and the way your brows gently knit together was something he’ll never forget. “it was a long time ago.” he tries to ease your concerns because he was not passing up on this opportunity because the mood was ruined by his shitty childhood.

“i’m sorry,” your words are soft, not an apology he’s heard before, or at least when it came from you, it felt genuine. even if it was a long time ago and he’s long put that behind, he can’t help the sudden flutter deep in his chest.

you lean down, pecking his scar. not like before more gentle, “i thought it was because of a fight or training or somethin’,” you admit.

toji cracks a smile, “ya, that’s what everyone thinks,” he easily strokes your hips. “how ‘bout I get another kiss from ya’. make me feel better.”

unlike his previous flirtatious remarks that earn him a flustered look on your face. you embrace it, gently holding his jaw, maintaining eye contact that he doesn’t break from, his deep green orbs syncing with yours as you control the kiss. tilting his head and meeting his lips with yours meet. tongues colliding, back arching as you dominate and lead the kiss.

the room fills with sounds of your lips smacking. your spit connecting with his as your tongue runs across his bottom lip. you tongue his scar again, making his grip tighten on your waist, heat crawling up his neck. this was a much more passionate kiss than before. your heart was pounding as you continued with the deep sensual make-out.

you started rocking back against his bulge feeling it grow bigger between your legs. your heart was pounding as you pressed down, not fully grasping the consequences of said action because toji pulled away briefly as a deep husky groan escaped his lips.

you weren’t wearing any panties. the shorts clung to your wet folds like thin cloth.

“you’re killin’ me,” he grunts, hands sliding down from your waist to your full ass. his touch once cautious, easily turns desperate as he grabs a handful of your ass, grunting even more when the pads of his fingers spreads your cheeks up, feeling your folds spread behind your shorts, his hips bucking to grind you back down.

you whine, eyes fluttering as you grip his shoulder, nails digging in, rocking against him.

“I should stop…,” your voice was slightly hoarse from the kissing and toji had to contain the sudden urge to lose every ounce of self-control he’s been holding. your concern was mixed with your own hazy and needy twenties side. your lips hover over his, and he can feel the heat coming from you, because he also doesn’t want to lose this proximity to you.

“your call, sweetheart,” toji licks his lips, large hands grounded on your ass permanently. your eyes flick over his face, landing on his swollen lip-bitten lips, and you know you couldn’t stop. you didn’t want to.

your tongues clashed once again, and that bratty side of you came out again, but slightly more dominating as you pressed your fingers into his jaw, so your lips can trail down his neck.

“shit—“ toji grunts, hips bucking in surprise when you palm his bulge.

“more,” you whisper against his lips, the need just itching out.

toji slides his hand up to grab your face. a deep husky chuckle escapes him as he glances your flushed features. you were far from a respectable adorable middle school teacher. your lust filled expression was everything and more.

“you want a parent’s cock in y’r pussy?” his vulgar question sent a unknown heat break deep in your chest.

you glance away, embarrassed.

“don’t put it like that.”

“am i wrong?” his loud boisterous chuckle has you flushing beyond belief.

“shut up! I’m—I just,” you break into a whine, burying your face in his shoulder.

“am i embarrassing you?” he teases further.

you grunt in response.

“is this the brattiude again? aren’t’chu a teacher, use your big girl words, or did we forget how?” his teasing was infinite.

“brattiude? I don’t have whatever that is,” you scoff.

“you do, it comes out when you get like this,” he eyes you up and down, and finds it even more amusing when you quirk a questioning, albeit annoyed, look. so he elaborates. “when you don’t get what you want…you get all snappy, and self-centered…just like a spoiled little brat.”

“I’ve never caught an attitude,” you gasp, staring incredulously at him.

he hums, sarcastically, “sure.”

you frown, but he could tell easily that it was just your brattiude, because you were still all up on his lap, squirming even more because even he could feel the puddle you’re making on his lap.

his hand finds your jaw again, turning your face back to him. his pupils dilate at the flushed look on your face. would you cry if he teases you further? what if he bullies his fat cock in over and over—

“did i hurt your feelings, teach?” he coos so softly it was obvious he was teasing but you tsk, like an annoyed brat. “would you feel better if i touch you down here?”

the gasp was enough of a reaction for him to see just how much you wanted him. the simple touch of his hand cupping you over your shorts and pressing his palm against your clit had your eyes fluttering.

toji curses under his breath, letting another exhale, as he continues rubbing you, “these shorts are all ruined, and you looked so fuckin’ cute in ‘em,” he chuckles when you bite a whimper back.

but your patience for your students isn’t something that extends beyond that, because now your pawing his waistband eager for more, and impatience making you shaky.

he tsks, grabbing your wrist and pulling it up to his face.

“what’re ya thinking?”

“i want it…” the frown plus the whine isn’t a sight for any man that would easily buckle and fuck you stupid could handle.

his jaw clenches, holding back. “let me take a look first.”

your brows pinch, “what do you mean—wha!” you squeak, your world tipping over in seconds, now laying on your back with your legs pushed up. toji swiftly and skillfully pulls your shorts off in one go. your heart is racing, preparing yourself, until toji pushes your thighs up and apart, kneeling his face close to your heated puckering core, eyes staring like saucers.

“what’re you doing?!” you immediately cover yourself, face bright and hot.

“taking a look,” he pushes your hand out of the way, his thumbs slipping into your folds before pulling them apart, “you’re soaked.” his pupils dilate at the sight of your sticky arousal, slipping out.

“toji—“ you push his shoulder, trying to get his face away, but he only leans his face closer, like your pussy was some hypnosis, and his tongue falls right on the mess, licking a bold wet strip up. your juices collect on his tongue as you flood his taste buds. “angh—“ you whine out, head tipping back and back arching, because fuck, you really did miss getting your pussy eaten.

“fuck, you’re so sweet,” toji groans, lapping the mess you made before tonguing the source. your eyes were on him the entire time, his back muscles moving as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, dipping his head again to suck and clean all your juices, before sucking your little bundle of nerves.

your eyes bulge once he starts giving your clit some attention, hand curling in his raven hair as your thighs twitching as he sucks.

his own body reacting to every mewl and whimper you let out, eyes flicking up to see the way you were gasping. his free hand came up, pushing your university tee up, hand flat on your stomach before your tits came into view, and he nearly came.

your eyelids flutter as you stare at him, chest heaving, you can feel how hot you’re body is getting as he feels your stomach.

“fuck me,” his body sits ups slowly, hovering over you, your legs slip around his torso as he dips his head to your tits. you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating when his tongue lulls out and takes a wet lap of your nipple. his rough palm gropes your boob, squeezing the flesh making you react just the way he’d imagine.

your back arching and a stifled moan coming out.

“i don’t think teachers should be this slutty,” he licks his lips, tonguing your nipple again before he admittedly starts sucking.

“toji,” you moan, hand pressing into his nape as he hums around you. his fingers pinch and twist your other nipple making you gasp, letting out a higher pitched moan. you can feel his smirk, but you don’t have time to comment because he presses a finger against your hole.

“let’s see how much i needa stretch y’out,” his face is flushed, your reactions were enough to get him off.

your eyes glance down as he slips two thick veiny fingers into your core.

“shit,” toji exhales.

you whine, gasping when he pumps his fingers in to get them deep.

“you’re unbelievable,” his comment leaves you feeling bright pink. “when was the last time you had sex, baby?”

his question was confusing to you until he adds on.

“or are you still a virgin?”

“I’m not a virgin!” you gasp, offended, even though it wouldn’t have been embarrassing if it was a true. but still. you were flustered, especially when he leans his face close to yours.

“you sure?” he snarks, “because this pussy—“ he puts emphasis with a sharp thrust of his fingers making your head fall back. “is too fuckin’ tight,” he groans as you squeeze around him.

“I’ve had sex, like—five months ago,” you confess.

“five months,” he repeats, eyes narrowing when you glance away, and that’s when the light bulb goes off and he has to hold back a snort, because it was sweet. “and why five months?” he teases.

you hold back, too stubborn to expose your reasons, but he doesn’t make it easy when he starts sucking your neck, taking his time learning your body, until he finds the spot that makes you moan just a bit more uncontrolled and his fingers pick up speed. “does it have to do with me?”

his fingers piston into you and an unrelenting pace that he slips in another finger, groaning at the squelching that fills the air, your face pressing into his arm that rests beside your head. “cmon,” he slows his pace, electing a cute whine from you. “you’re really actin’ spoiled. expecting me to please you without anything in return.”

the guilt trip had your dumb brain glancing widely at him.

“I’m not—we’re gonna have sex now,” your face is bright with heat, eyes just a bit glassy from the pleasure.

“you think an old man like me gets off on just pussy?” though that was a big chunk of it, it still elected a cute reaction from you. “you needa to talk to me.”

your eyes are wide, almost like this was inconceivable to you, but nonetheless your lips part. “you’re not that old,” you comment with a slight snark.

he snorts, “you being cute?”

you shrug, squirming when he rubs his palm against your clit. “just a little,” you maintain eye contact. and he has to hold back a snort. his lips hover over yours, his hot breath fanning against your face, you instinctively lean up to kiss him but he easily dodges it, tucking his face into your side, lips ghosting over your ear.

“just tell me you didn’t let anyone near this pussy after our meeting,” his words sent a shiver running down your spine. “admit it.”

“it was coincidental,” you admit, whining when he curls his fingers inside, your legs closing around his hand but he only pushes both legs up, you squeal when he starts fingering you at an unrelenting pace, your face pressed to the side, gasping as you feel your orgasm taking over your body.

“coincident my fuckin’ ass,” he tsks, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he slips them out and puts them up to his mouth sucking them dry. your chest is uneven as you stare up at him. he moves to pull your shirt off, leaving you completely naked while he’s still in his sweats. “you’re gonna have’ta make it up to me.”

“why?” you snap back. his brows rise, it was intimidating. the look of an annoyed adult, but it had your core clenching around nothing.

“you’ve got a fuckin’ mouth on ya,” he chides, his palm cups your pussy, making you shiver. “I should shut you up for good,” he palms himself.

you nod, the blush and smile giving yourself away.

he can’t help but snort, “you wanna be punished?”

you flush, “I didn’t say that,” you mutter.

he leans over you again, hand caressing your face, it was slightly rough, thumb playing with your lips, eyes honed in on how wet and kiss bitten they are. “you said you wanted your mouth to be shut,” he smirks. “this little pussy would make you pass out if I put my dick in it .”

your brows furrow as you frown, “you don’t know that,” you argue.

“you could barely take three fingers,” he coos, but that only seems to make your dumb cock filled head more upset.

“but I did, you don’t know anything,” you scoff, “you don’t know what I can handle.”

“you telling me you a slut?”

“that’s not what I said,” you flush, “I can take you, that’s what I’m telling you,” you huff, but it turns into a pout, one that has him chuckling. especially when he moves off the bed. you watch him standing beside the bed as you sit up.

his fingers hook around his sweats and easily slips them down, letting them pool on the floor before kicking it aside.

to say you felt your heart drop to your ass was an understatement. your entire body burned red and goosebumps broke out everywhere.

the dark happy trail that led down to his base was not enough of a warning for the sight of his large and thick cock, hanging between his legs. the tip was already shiny from the pre that spread everywhere. his hand came down, squeezing the base, groaning lowly at the sight of you sitting up on the bed staring wide-eyed. he could fuck your pretty face and have no complaints. your lips were parted in frozen terror.

toji put a knee on the mattress, biting his lip in calculated self-control. he couldn’t react yet, not when his son’s poor little teacher was still grappling with the fact that she said she could take his fat cock not knowing what she got herself into.

“I—“ your voice cracks, lips parting at the sight of his weighty length in his palm. he lazily grips the base. the veins looked like they would pop if he squeezed any more.

“you’re acting real fuckin’ cute,” toji groans, leaning down and kissing your lips. not realizing that that comment sent you spiraling. he was still standing, so you were leaning slightly up. your head tilted, eyes fluttering up. “it’s okay, I won’t tease ya’ about your comments earlier,” he chuckles, taking your hand in his gently. “just be a good girl, and I’ll be gentle,” he sighs, guiding your hand to wrap around his cock. “fuck.”

his head tipped to rest on your shoulder, his hand rubbed your thigh. your grip on his cock grew tighter as you continued jerking him off, you couldn’t believe how big it was in your palm. your mind was overheating just thinking about how this thing could fit in you. that’s until you felt your back hit the mattress, again. your body immediately pulled to the edge of the bed as he hoisted your legs around his waist.

“can’t wait any longer,” he grunts, laying his fat cock on your stomach. his eyes dilating at the sight of how far he’d reach you.

“w-wait—“ you press a hand to his sweaty pec, eyes slightly wide as you swallow thickly. “I don’t think—I know what I said—“

however, toji breaks out into a loud laugh. one that has your skin heating up again, and your lips parting in shock. “t-toji!” you scold.

“sorry, sorry,” he laughs, leaning over as he kisses a cute gentle kiss to your cheek that once again leaves you speechless. you would’ve never expected him to be so gentle in the bedroom. “I can teach you how to take a big dick like this,” he starts moving his hips, sliding his length through your folds, a low grunt escaping as your juices squelch around and coat him.

“you’re getting cocky,” you mutter, the confidence you once had, just hanging by a thread now.

he snorts, “just a little. haveta make sure I’m just as good of a teacher as you are,” he angles his tip to press against your clit, smiling when your body jolts. your fingers lazily digging into his biceps. “plus, it’s not everyday i get to take a teachers virginity.”

you flush, “I’m not a virgin!”

toji smirks, “you are when it comes to me,” he rubs his cock head against your puckering hole, “gonna stretch you out real good, every other dick that’s been in ‘ere will be gone from your memory.”

you tense up as you feel the first push in. your eyes flying open as your jaw goes slack. the stretch was filthy, delicious, your chest felt hot—

“easy, baby,” he coos, all cocky, and it only seems to make you even more turned on as you clench around him. “shit.”

his grip on the sheets tighten, jaw clenched. “don’t squeeze me like that.”

“not my fault,” you whimper, his hand pushing your thigh higher as he sinks himself deeper. your breath catches, nails digging into his shoulder. “too much—angh!”

your whining and moaning, fails to deter toji from the task at hand. his cheeks are flushed, muscles tense as he controls his strength. unlike you, he really hasn’t had sex with anyone in awhile. it seemed to only be a yearly ritual for him. so having someone he’s been chasing for months now, someone he definitely developed a strong attraction for squeezing him to absolute heaven definitely wasn’t making it any easier for him.

“you’re so—fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, pulling out and thrusting back in. your back arched, hips rising off the bed as he places a knee on the bed , groaning as he pushes more of himself in. your eyes bulge even more, tears squeezing at the corner of your eyes. “still got more.”

“what?!” you shriek, eyes bulging as he snaps more of his chubby girth inside your gummy walls. your pussy weeping, gasping for air as he starts picking up the pace.

“don’t be so dumb,” toji coos, “you saw how much i was gonna shove in,” he emphasis it with a hand pressed to your belly button. “you’ll know you’re full when you feel it right here.”

to say you get dumb on dick is an understatement.

by the time he’s fucking his full length inside you, you’re a completely different person.

“angh, you’re so fuckin’ good,” toji grunts, his hips snapping, he has one foot planted on the mattress, drilling his cock inside you hitting your cervix until your crying out. “good fuckin’ pussy,” his hand comes down your ass.

“toji—gun’ gunna come—ahh-!”

“again?” he snorts, but his own composure breaks when you’re drooling, his thumb collecting it and putting it back in your mouth as you suck. your back arches as his cock slides against your gummy walls pressing against your sweet spot making you see stars. his veins bulge from his arms, watching your eyes rolls back and moan around his thumb.

fuck, he wasn’t gonna cum just yet.

once you’d come undone, you pressed a hand to his chest.

“tapping out.”

you shake your head. “I’m on top.”

you sit up, pushing him back until he’s slipping out a shiver runs down your spine at the emptiness. but you immediately flush when you glance at toji. it was a sight.

his chest covered in a layer of sweat, your juices coated his heavy hanging cock and dark hair at his base. toji chuckled darkly as you grabbed his wrist pulling him back on the bed, laying him against the headboard. his hand lifted up, you easily took it as you stood up and slowly lowered yourself on his abs. pussy easily settling on the hard ridges making him groan.

“gonna teach me a lesson?” he bites his lip, watching you closely.

you laugh lightly, almost like he couldn’t feel the way your pussy clenched when he said that. your lips hovering over his. “teasing me every second and now you wanna learn something,” you kiss his jaw, a low hum escaping his lips. finding himself back in the same position you both started in, but this time you definitely weren’t holding back. his hands easily came to your ass, until you sat up. “no touching.”

his brow raised.

“I thought you wanted a lesson,” you test, his eyes boring into yours.

with an amused exhale, he raises both his hands in defeat, easily tucking them behind his head, muscles flexing casually. you ignore the flush that runs through you at the sight of his biceps flexing and the layer of sweat on his slightly hairy chest.

“now,” you start, turning around so your ass was on full display facing him, a low whistle slips past his lips. your feet press over his pelvis while one hand was positioned on the mattress for balance, your hair sliding to one side, you look over your shoulder and it was fucking beautiful.

toji flushed as he saw the arch of your spine, his eyes traveling down your deep line of you back until he noticed it. toji swears under his breath.

“because you called me a virgin,” you raise your hips, your free hand coming to press his wet cock against your twitching hole, slapping it over your clit a few times making you both hum and groan. “I’ll give you a little show,” you slide back down on his dick. his breath hitching as you take him in one go, no whining or crying like the rounds before. even though you clenched around him when he bottomed out, his jaw ticking, you still persevered.

you lean forward, arching your back as you raise your hips, only his tip still inside as you slam down again. the bulging ridges of his fat cock sliding against your walls had you drooling.

“christ,” he grunts. abs clenching, staring at the sticky cum from earlier start to create little wet cobwebs that attach to his pelvis and your ass.

“angh fuck, toji,” your moans are breathier and needier. It was the fact that you weren’t facing a him that made it easier for you to let go and enjoy the sex all the more, especially when you’re putting on a show for him with the way you’re riding his dick.

“shit—ngh, i take back what i said,” he grunts, biting another groan because he was desperately trying to see how this plays out by keeping his hands behind him. but you were really riding him like a cock drunken slut. “wanted to shake y’r ass for me—mmm this whole time.”

he subtly slides his muscular thighs apart, angling his hips just a bit knowing that this angle was much better for you. and of course your dumb little brain didn’t even notice but your eyes flutter back as does your pussy. “angh toji—“ it was quite endearing the way your actions and voice didn’t line up, the sluttiest thing he’s received and yet he’s hearing the sweetest voice chanting his name over and over.

“taking me so well, ya like riding this cock, hmm?” he bites his cheek, preventing a pathetic noise from slipping out when he watches the way your pussy stretches around him. he was so close.

“so big, toji—fuck—angh fee’—good, hngh ahh—“

“Mmm, shit just like that, dirty fuckin’ pussy,” the messy squelching and breathy moans you were letting out was messing with his head.

and he couldn’t help it when you leaned forward even more, grasping the sheets and getting more air to bounce faster. picking up the pace which immediately had him exhaling loudly and reaching out a hand, unable to stop himself, because you definitely would make him cum. “should’ve told me how desperate this pussy was for a big cock to stuff her,” he groans as you let out a loud whine. a snort escaping, “fuck.”

his palm slid across your ass, all the way to the fucking tramp stamp he hadn’t noticed until you’d turned around for him. his cock twitched when your back arched on instinct when he pressed a finger against the tattoo.

“fuck fuh—angh i said no touchin—“ you whine, it felt so good bouncing on such a big cock. you’d never had something so big inside you, and you couldn’t hold back.

“wanted to tell ya how much I’m lovin’ this fuckin’ lesson from you teach,” he groans, the low rumble from his chest has you angling your hips so you were only taking his tip. “shiit—“ his jaw went slack.

“it’s ah—a punishment,” you pant as you bounce only on the few inches of his tip, letting your juices drizzle down his creamy messy base. his eyes were like saucers seeing your hole take him and he could feel himself getting closer, his grip tightening on your waist.

“cmon baby,” he lets out a noise that you could only think was a whine, if it wasn’t for your own moans and loud squelching.

god why did it feel good being tortured like this. his cock was going to burst, but you were edging him like crazy like this.

“d-don’t baby me—“ you bite your lip, but he clearly hears your whimper. your shoulders shaking. you were close. “I’m—I’m in charge.”

his neck rolled back, lashes fluttering. your pussy felt so good, riding his cock until he bursts inside you, and yet, “is that usually how it is?” he slides both hands to hold your torso.

“what do you m—angh!! toji!”

his hands grasp your waist, and with no hesitation, he plants both feet on the mattress and thrusts up. your eyes bulge, finding yourself laying against his chest, head thrown back against his shoulder as he bites at your neck, thrusting up at an unrelenting pace.

“I’m not gonna let a pretty girl like you do all the work,” he grunts, hand falling to your clit, rubbing tight circles, making your legs shake as tears form immediately. “there we go—ngh squeeze my dick like a good girl.”

you were definitely going to loose consciousness, the pleasure overwhelming. “toji,” your moans were getting loud.

“are ya only gonna moan my name?” he teased, mimicking your gasps as if he wasn’t desperately controlling the pace fighting your own bucks to pick up the pace because he refused to cum right now. “shiit—baby,” he presses his face to your side, his instincts couldn’t stop him from absolutely wrecking you.

maybe that’s why when he had you back on your hands and knees, shaking and whining that he didn’t stop thrusting until he felt you cum again, but this time with a messier gush.

“shit—“ he groans, being forced out as you squirt on his cock. “you’re full of surprises, princess.”

you were absolutely delirious, tilting your head, arms stretching out grasping the sheets. “cu-cum in me.”

his jaw clenches, his brain frying as you look at him with those big glassy eyes. all pleading and fucked out.

“don’t,” he thrusts into you, it was getting sloppy, your hand was stretching back for him.

“want y-you to—ah ha—cum in me—please ngh please—“ you desperately match him, thrusting back against him, making him groan.

“don’t say that,” he brings a hand down on your ass, it was as hard, but enough to make you whine even more.

“want you to make me feel full, toji,” you plead, hand rubbing your tummy feeling the bulge he was creating. his cock threatening to burst with the way you’re acting. he leans forward, hands planted beside your head, as he drives his cock harder and faster.

“fuck, should’ve known you’d be a fuckin’ slut,” he grunts with each thrust, you were whining, face pressed against the mattress as you reached back to hold his head, his face coming close to yours.

“want it—I’m—I’m good,” you slur, the gasps and moans coming out. his muscles flexing as he felt his legs begin to shake and your own body squeezing him, clearly on the edge yourself.

“want me to breed this pussy on our first fuck,” he clearly already made his choice as his thrusts grew sloppier. his breathing getting uneven and louder as he drilled his pulsing cock into your warm gooey walls.

“yes-want it all—“ you gasp, his lips crash onto yours. and the deep rumble of him moaning into your mouth immediately sent you over the edge again and him following after.

he hissed, his balls clenching as he shot ropes of warm cum into your walls. you were clenching him nails digging into his nape, as he continued thrusting deep and holding as more cum shot into his son’s hot middle school teacher.

you were whining, especially when his hand wouldn’t leave your clit, making you squirt more. he pulled out, biting his lip as he saw the mess he created, and selfishly, he pulled you back on your knees, spreading your pussy apart to get a better look. and you were too fucked out to feel embarrassed.

“should’ve gotten a warning that you were this dirty,” he teases, slipping a middle finger into the mess and his cum oozing out of your puffy overstimulated pussy hole. he slowly thrusts his fingers in, and your hips reluctantly try to move away. “Look at’cha,” he sighs, mesmerized when you start crying and shaking as you squirt some more, his cock aching at the sight.

he didn’t stop, until you were rolling to your side, pushing his hands away. “c-angh toji,” your cheek is pressed against the mattress, eyes glossy and pleading.

“had enough, pretty girl?” he coos.

you nod, completely exhausted.

“you sure you don’t wanna give me more,” he gently soothes a hand across your ass as he leans down to press a kiss to your lower back. “is that enough for my bratty girl?”

you nod again. eyes doting up at him as if that wasn’t both the cutest and filthiest sight he’s ever seen. he trails soft kissed up your spine, gently rolling you to your back, brushing the messy hair from your beautiful face.

your body weak, but still responsive, brushes a hand across his jaw. eyeing his scarred lips, he leans forward, hovering over yours as you sigh blissfully.

“my dream…” you whisper. “is dumb.”

his emerald eyes widen slightly before settling. hand caressing the top of your head, thumb rubbing your forehead as he remains close, the intimacy was unlike anything you’d ever felt. fucks absolutely stupid that this closeness has dropped all your walls.

especially when this man who’s been following you for three days and stopped to talk to you almost every morning after dropping off his son. you felt it was okay to be a little insecure.

“I’m definitely not someone to judge if something’s dumb or not, pretty,” his voice was just above a whisper, matching your tone. a gentle smirk pulling at his lips as he reassures you.

and for once, you don’t look away. you maintain eye contact, voicing your dumb dreams to the man that asked you a few months ago.

“I wanted to write…for awhile,” you hesitate for a moment. “still do…but I—don’t tell people.”

“like books?”

you shake your head. finger lazily stroking his jaw tracing his features mindlessly. “no,” you whisper, “shows…I went to school for that…film and tv, graduated with a BFA,” you glance at his lips, touching his scar again.

toji remains silent, but his caresses don’t stop. gently reassuring you to continue talking, it was similar to the way he talks to megumi, giving him gentle reminders that’s it’s safe space. it took him awhile to understand what it means to sit and listen, but he likes to think he’s gotten better, especially when you sigh gently.

“but it’s been two years since I graduated…and writing jobs are difficult,” your thumb trails back to his neck, “like really hard,” you mutter.

“you still apply to things?” his tone was identical to yours, not wanting to think he’s pushing. and you nod, licking your glossy bitten lips.

“ya, applied for a few writing programs a few weeks ago for the summer…” you trail off. “…it’s…just embarrassing,” your voice is much lower. you take a deep breath, your exhale is slightly shaky and your little smile was almost heartbreaking as his brows furrow.

“teaching isn’t bad…still gives me time to write, and make my portfolio more appealing,” you confess. you sigh, glancing back into his inviting eyes. a small smile appears on your face. “that’s it.”

toji couldn’t describe the way his chest tightened up. It made him feel like he couldn’t say the right thing but his lips parted.

“when I had megumi,” he starts, speaking just as soft. “i wasn’t in a good place. i was young,” he clears his throat. “i can’t even remember his mom…i was pretty sleazy back then,” he confesses, making you crack an amused smile. “but i had no goals or a job or money, so when megumi was thrown at my doorstep I couldn’t throw him out.” he itches his jaw, you could tell it was difficult for him to speak about this. but he quickly gets to the point. “it took me awhile to get my shit together, and I made a fuck ton of mistakes, but eventually thing began to work. I forced myself to believe they’ll work out because of gumi.”

toji exhales as he brushes your forehead again. it felt like he could see through you.

“you’re a baby,” he whispers. “two years isn’t a long time, you have a goal, and you haven’t given up, right?”

you nod which he makes him crack a wider smirk.

“don’t be embarrassed,” he soothes, “most people would be jealous, I certainly am.” you scoff, and he raises a brow. “you think I’m lyin’?”

“no,” you mutter. “but like—“

“but nothing,” he grabs your jaw, angling your head up, eyes meeting. “it’ll happen. that’s it, okay?”

you bite your cheek, and his heart clenched even more when your eyes filled with tears. your bottom lip pouting just a bit, trying to hold them back from slipping.

“okay?” his voice more gentle.

and your response is just as sweet as you are, with a gentle tilt forward, your lips pressing against his. eyes closing with exhaustion and some slight ounce of comfort for your worries you hum against his lips. “okay.”

toji caresses your jaw as your worries slip into the night, letting this man kiss you to sleep.

—

the nights events afterwards was a blur, all you could feel when you woke the next morning was the full body ache and slight weight off your chest. you had almost thought it was all a dream, because your body that was covered in the post-sex mess was completely clean, and as were the sheets. but the bruises and bite marks that littered your body was a tell sign and the fact that you, along with the large man sleeping peacefully beside you were still fully naked.

his back rose and fell evenly, he looked peaceful as he slept beside you. the early morning sunrise casting a gentle orange glow across his features, softening him.

you were in awe.

he was so beautiful, it was hard to believe he’s a total sadist in bed, but even that mind blowing sex couldn’t make you forget how gentle he was afterwards. his teasing was something you doubt you’ve ever come across, and maybe it was because he was older, but his words made you feel more reassured.

your eyes followed the deep scratches that littered his biceps, nape and shoulders that your own face began to burn slightly. “ow,” you mutter.

“taking in the view?” his rasp voice had your eyes snapping back to his face. his eyes now half lidded gazing tiredly at you.

“I didn’t mean too,” you gently rub over the scratches on his shoulder, your own voice slightly hoarse from the crying and moaning from last night. toji glances at his biceps not even reacting to the marks, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“I doubt that,” he scoffs.

your eyes widen, “honest! I don’t—leave marks like this,” you flush, glancing at him with pleading eyes.

he chuckles, rolling to his side inviting you to come closer, but he doesn’t give you a chance as he pulls you with his strong arm. pressing his face into your shoulder as he exhales. “it’s hot, so shut up.”

“they look like they hurt though,” you mutter into his shoulder.

“they do sting.”

you pull away with even wider eyes full of concern now that he can’t help but break out into a boisterous full body laugh. his chest shaking making you roll your eyes. “you’re joking.”

“nope, they do sting.”

“toji,” your cute brows are pinched together making him laugh even more.

“do you always scrunch that face when y’r worried,” he squishes your cheek. “it’s cute, feels like ya do it on purpose.”

“I’m literally just upset,” you pout because he was squishing your cheeks where it was slightly hard to talk. “does it actually sting—like a lot?” your eyes have a little mischief.

“Mmm, makes me hard thinkin’ bout how they got there,” he cracks a smirk as you stutter, hand coming to his face.

“shut up,” you roll your eyes.

“does anyone else know about this slutty tattoo?” he puts emphasis with his hand splayed on your lower back, rubbing the spot. “that their teacher actually rides cock like a certified slut.”

“you can’t say that,” you huff, more embarrassed than you’d like to admit because he was pulling your closer to him as his hand grabbed a handful of your ass.

“just did—am i gonna get punished again,” he throws your words back at, and it only helped to get you even more speechless. “i confess, i would love to get punished again,” he spreads your ass making you arch into his chest. his lips hovering over your ear. “you were moaning like a little slut.” his lips part as he mimics your moans, “toji angh—“ you slap his chest, making him laugh.

you sit up holding the blanket to your chest as you glare down at him. clearly getting embarrassed, which serves to entertain the older man. he smirks up at you, hand caressing your smaller wrist.

“stop talking about last night,” you deadpan.

“how can i not, you surprised me,” he confesses making you glare at him.

“what did you expect?” you raise a skeptical brow. that attitude of yours was definitely something that had him holding back a whimper. god, your immaturity coming out around him made him hard.

“expected you to be a little vanilla. not that I would’ve minded, I’d get you to do other stuff, but the way you wanted to take me yourself, just to show me your pussy stretching nice a big—“ toji had no shame being vulgar with his words. Especially when you pressed a hand to his mouth, flushed beyond belief.

“stop talking!” you press your face to his shoulder. he doesn’t though, instead he pulls your hand away easily and looks up.

“and your messy pussy gushing everywhere, were ya’ always a squirter?” he chuckles because he’d successfully fried your brain where your jaw was slack. your hands came to yours cheeks because you needed to cool down. the blanket slipping to reveal your breasts just a bit.

“you can’t ask me that,” you whine softly, head down.

he leans up, hand pressed on the mattress beside your thigh, his face popping up in front of you, tilting his head with a knowing smirk. “show me some confidence, pretty girl,” he teases, and earns a hand on his face pushing him away.

“you’re making fun of me!” you huff, face burning.

“I’m complimenting you,” he laughs.

“well stop laughing, then,” you snap.

he snorts, laughing still, “can’t help it. just like you can’t help spraying on my dick.”

“toji!”

he laughs again, as you shove his shoulder back making him fall back on the mattress. he pulls your wrist so you’re falling over him. his hand holding your nape. it took less than five seconds for you both to start making out. his gruff voice coming into small grunts as you hum in pleasure.

“I haveta get back to my room before everyone wakes up,” you say between kisses.

“Mmm,” toji continues kissing, “in a few.” he’s seating against the headboard, holding your face as you continue making out. it was messy and sloppy, but that’s all you would do, your hand holding his wrist that attempted to sneak into your pussy from behind. “a pretty girl should cum every morning.”

“not when she’s working,” you mutter, licking his tongue, salvia mixing with his as he groans. his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

his hands continued to wander, allowing him to grope your boobs, twisting your nipple as you sigh in pleasure—

THUMP THUMP THUMP

the loud thumping at the door has you jolting,

“who’s that?” you whisper, glancing at the clock. it was still two hours before everyone needed to wake up.

toji shrugs, unsure too as he pulls you back to his lips. “keep kissing me, pretty.” you follow his pull, lips coming together again until the knocks get louder followed by—

“dad! are you awake?!” megumi’s little voice yells on the other side. now both you and toji are frozen, you more panicky than him, as he keeps you on his lap when you try to get off. “dad!”

“mr. toji!” yuuji’s voice chimes in only adding to your confusion and slight corner you’re stuck in now.

but that’s when the light bulb goes off in toji’s head, “oh.”

“what?” you whisper.

“promised them I’d take them on my run in the morning,” he glances at the clock, “didn’t think gumi would actually get up though.”

you get a little more panicky, but toji easily chuckles. “get in the bathroom, I’ll tell them I just needa change first.”

you nod, sliding off his lap. he slips his sweats on fixing himself in his boxers as you slip on his tshirt and rush into the bathroom earning a gentle tap on the ass by toji as he tries to squeeze it when he walks past you to the door. “stop,” you squeal, running away and finally closing the bathroom shut.

he licks his lips, biting a groan before swinging the door open, mind you the knocking didn’t stop.

“what took you so long?” megumi frowns up at him. both boys wearing their shorts, megumi opting for a navy t shirt and yuuji with his bright red tank top.

“it took forever to wake megumi up! but you were the one that woke up late so we get the ten dollars, you promised, you promised!” Yuuji blurts.

toji scratches his hair. “yeah yeah, let me change quickly and I’ll meet you boys in your room—“

“we’ll just wait with you,” megumi easily slips inside his dad’s room followed by yuuji who skips to the large windows.

“woahhh your view is better than ours,” he presses his face to the glass. “and it’s ten dollars each, not together!”

toji licks his teeth, glancing at the bathroom.

“okay stay put, im gonna take piss and come out,” toji subtly picks up your clothes from the floor along with his own change of clothes before slipping into the bathroom.

his brows raise when he sees an empty room. he quietly whispers your name, walking up the shower and pulling the curtains back to see you sitting. “they’re still here?” you mouth. he chuckles, nodding.

“I’ll leave with them and then you can slip back to your room after,” he pets your head all cocky, making you slap his hand away with a huff, to which he laughs and walks to the toilet.

you patiently wait in the bathroom until he finishes changing and grabs your jaw, planting a wet kiss against your lips. you hum in shock, whining when he skillfully plays with your tongue groaning. “we’re still going on that date when we get back,” he says licking his lips and you can just nod.

he gives you one last wink before slipping out.

fuck.

unfortunately for you, sleeping with a student’s parent is exactly how you’d picture it going. him teasing you every chance he gets under his breath. subtle touches when no one is looking, and of course, gentle reminders of last nights events when you’re sitting on the buses back to the school.

“you need to behave yourself,” you scold him, getting up and sitting on the other side of the aisle. he frowns rolling his eyes.

however things weren’t fully realized until you got to the last rest stop. and all the kids flooded out all needing to use the bathroom. toji and you being the first to finish, when toji decided to corner you against the bus.

his hand gently caressing your waist over your top, while the other tilted your chin to the side.

“you did a good job covering this up,” he rubs the spot where he remembers leaving a pretty dark hickey. “I can leave another one down here,” he drops his hand to the front of your top, pulling the fabric down just a bit.

“toji,” you say sternly, as if you aren’t beyond flustered.

he cracks a smile, glancing over his shoulder before turning back to you, “kidding…so give me a kiss,” he whispers against your lips. “before the kids comes.”

you flush. he’s so needy. it was a pleasant surprise, but also messed with your head.

“just a kiss,” he softly coos, eyes half lidded, hands caressing you like you were all he needed to continue another two hours on this god forsaken bus with a bunch of middle schoolers. so you grant him it.

the kiss was soft, innocent, his hand pulling you flush against his body, “so sweet,” he sighs, slipping his tongue in, as he does, you’ve come to realize—

“WHAT!” a loud shout has you and toji flinching and whipping to look at the source and of course it’s the mischievous little nobara. “you were kissing Miss. L/N!!” she shouts so loudly as more of the kids flooded out of the bathrooms.

yuuji who was standing behind her the whole time has his jaw permanently nailed to the ground.

“nobara,” you laugh nervously, trying to defuse the situation, but she’s already chanting you and mr.toji sitting in a tree K.I—. and the other kids follow suite.

yuuji is still sat on the bus with his jaw slack, megumi in a similar state but more of a glare as they surround you both on the seats. toji raises a brow at his kid, almost testing his glare. “have somethin’ to say—“

but yuuji immediately stands up, pointing at you. “why would mr. toji kiss you! you don’t like stinky things and mr. toji is SO STINKY!” yuuji’s cry has you flushing eyes wide.

“yuuji,” you start, but nobara is laughing.

“they’re in loveeee so it doesn’t matter,” she chuckles and this leaves you and toji stunned.

“in love?!” Megumi now shouts. “miss is super super sweet and my dad is—“ he looks back at his dad frowning. toji puzzled raises a brow.

“your dad is what?” he tests him.

your sweating, laughing, “okay guys, this isn’t the time—“

“my dad is grumpy and not sweet,” megumi frowns, not scared at standing up to his dad.

the sixth graders all listening and enjoying the show, ooo at the same time. some were on nobara’s side of gushing over their sweet lovely teacher with a strong man like toji who they’ve spent most of the trip with. and the other side was on yuuji and megumi’s who are in disbelief that their sweet lovely teacher like you could be with a grumpy fighter like toji.

“I’m not sweet?” toji cocks his head.

megumi hums and yuuji agrees along with a few other boys.

“so when I drive you to school? or take care of ya when y’r sick and whining, or drive you both to practice, or go on runs with you slow-pokes, or buy ya sweets, or take care of you—what’s all that then?” toji has the entire bus silent.

megumi and yuuji frown, embarrassed.

“ya that’s what I thought,” toji rubs more salt on the wound and your chest clenches as you look at the boys.

“toji was a big help with all of you guys, and he’s very sweet for volunteering to come along,” you try to reason with your class who all pout while others gush. “and uh—“ you look at the boys who are all upset. “you kids are obviously the sweetest,” a few of them blink up at you. kids love praise. “you all made this year amazing and toji agrees with me too. you all brought us all together and definitely were better than the other classes,” you put a finger to your lips. “but don’t tell them I said that.”

the kids all laugh together nodding.

“I told you we were the better class,” yuuji cheers, stunning his tongue out. “it’s because of your class president,” he slaps his chest. megumi laughs, especially when Nobara starts arguing with him.

“no it’s because I’m CO-President!” she huffs and the two go back n forth immediately changing the subject for the rest of the bus ride.

and once you settle back into your seat toji gives you smirk. you raise a brow.

he shrugs.

you tilt your head. weird.

but all toji was doing was admiring you. simple.

a/n: this was longer than I intended, but hopefully you guys enjoyed it. I definitely spent months coming in and out of this story, haven’t written smut in a few months so I had to find my style again lol!

I may write a much shorter pt2 of this, not sure yet,—but anywaysss I hope you all liked it and I’m sorry this wasn’t very mma centered 😭

[frostedpinkdoll]

୨ ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ babydaddy!toji fucking hates your new boyfriend! [18+]

( mdni. cw: (18+), infidelity/cheating, possessive/jealous ex, breeding kink, oral sex (cunnilingus), rough yet loving penetrative sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, )

The front door clicked shut behind your boyfriend, his goodbye kiss as perfunctory as always—quick, distracted, already scrolling his phone as he headed to his car. You sighed, locking up and glancing at the clock. Nearly 10 PM.

Megumi had crashed out after storytime, his little chest rising and falling in his race car bed down the hall.

Your baby daughter, sweet-faced and tiny at just eight months, was bundled in her crib, monitor humming softly on the kitchen counter. The house settled into that familiar quiet, the kind that amplified every creak and whisper.

Life had shifted since you and Toji split two years ago. Back then, things were fire and chaos—passionate nights tangled in sheets, his massive frame pinning you down, cock stretching you until you saw stars. But commitment? He dodged it like a curse.

Fights escalated, toxicity poisoned the air, and you walked away for the kids' sake. Separate paths, co-parenting through gritted teeth.

He showed up religiously, though—picking up Megumi for park days, cradling the baby with surprising gentleness, handing over child support without a fuss. But his eyes always lingered on you too long, that scarred lip twitching into a smirk that hid regret.

Then came your new boyfriend. Steady job, nice enough, made you laugh sometimes. But the sex? Vanilla. Predictable thrusts, over too soon, leaving you feigning satisfaction. Toji hated him.

Every visit, he'd grill Megumi: "So, what's this guy's deal, kid? He treatin' ya mom right?" Megumi, loyal little echo, would shrug: "Dunno, Dad. He brings pizza."

The baby just babbled, oblivious. Toji's jaw would clench, green eyes darkening. Possessive. Always had been.

A sharp knock rattled the door—three raps, firm. Your heart stuttered. Peering through the peephole, there he was: Toji Fushiguro, towering on the porch in a black hoodie zipped low over his pecs, sweatpants slung low on those V-cut hips. Hair messy, like he'd been pacing.

You cracked the door, chain still latched. "Toji? It's late. Kids are asleep. What's up?"

He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, biceps bulging. "Can I come in? Need to talk. About the kids... and shit."

Hesitating, you unlatched, stepping back. He ducked inside, filling the space, that familiar scent—clean sweat, faint cologne, raw man—flooding your senses.

You shut the door softly, arms folding over your chest. "Talk, then. Megumi's got a check-up Tuesday. Baby's teething, needs more formula—"

"Not about that." His voice dropped, rough as gravel. He toed off his boots, padding into the living room like he owned it—hell, parts of him did, etched into your kids, your memories.

He dropped onto the couch, manspreading wide, patting the cushion beside him. "Sit. Please."

You perched on the edge, knees together, hyperaware of the inches between you. "What is it, Toji?"

He rubbed his neck, scarred lip quirking. "Miss you, Y/N. Fuckin' miss this." Gesture swept the room—the photos on the mantle of Megumi's first steps, baby girl's ultrasound.

"Livin' here together. Wakin' up to you in my shirt, pussy still wet from the night before. Cookin' breakfast while I fuck you over the counter. That life."

Heat bloomed low in your belly, traitorous. You missed it too—the way he'd wreck you, body molding to his like clay. But you schooled your face. "We're not together anymore. You made that clear."

"Yeah, and I regret every goddamn second." His eyes bored into yours, intense. "Was a dumbass. Too caught up in my bullshit. But seein' you with him? That prick? Kills me. Megumi mentions him droppin' by, baby coos at him—fuck that. He make you happy?"

You swallowed, glancing away. "He's... fine. Steady."

Toji scoffed, shifting closer, thigh brushing yours. Electricity sparked. "Steady. That's code for borin'. Does he fuck you better than me? Huh? Stretch that tight pussy like I did? Make you scream loud enough to wake the neighbors?" His hand landed on your knee—warm, callused, thumb stroking slow circles.

"Toji—stop." But your voice wavered, nipples pebbling under your tank top. Deep down, you ached for him. That boyfriend never ignited this fire.

"Tell me," he pressed, body crowding yours now, breath hot on your neck. "He hit it right? Or you fakin' it, thinkin' of my cock the whole time?" Face inches away, lips brushing your ear. "I know you, doll. This pussy's mine. Always has been."

Your resolve cracked. "He left ten minutes ago. Kids asleep. This is crazy."

"Crazy's what we do best." He cupped your jaw, turning your face. Lips crashed—slow at first, testing. You melted, mouth opening under his, tongue stroking deep. Tastes of mint and him, hands fisting his hoodie as you kissed back, hungry.

He pulled back, smirking. "Knew you missed me. C'mere." Scooping you up effortless, he carried you to the bedroom—your room, door clicking shut. Laid you on the bed gentle, despite the hunger in his eyes.

"Toji, we can't—" Protest died as he knelt between your thighs, peeling your sleep shorts down slow, panties clinging wet to your folds. "Fuck... look at you. Soaked already. This for me?"

You nodded, biting your lip. He spread your legs wide, thumbs parting slick lips, exposing your clit—swollen, begging.

"Missed this pretty pussy. Sweetest thing." Leaned in, breath ghosting your core. Nose dragged along your slit, inhaling deep. "Smells like heaven."

Tongue flicked out—flat, slow lick from hole to clit. You gasped, hips bucking. He pinned you down, one hand splayed on your belly, the other fingers circling your entrance teasing. "Stay still, mama. Gonna eat you proper."

Lips sealed around your clit, sucking soft—pulling pulses that made stars burst.

Tongue delved lower, spearing your hole, fucking in shallow thrusts. Wet sounds filled the room, his groans vibrating through you. "Taste so fuckin' good. Forgot how you drip for me."

Fingers joined—two thick ones sliding in easy, curling right against that spot. He pumped slow, deliberate, thumb rubbing your clit in tandem.

"This what he does? Nah. He don't know your spots like I do." Mouth latched back, sucking harder, tongue lashing your bud while fingers scissored, stretching you.

Pleasure coiled tight, your hands fisting sheets. "Toji—oh god—"

"Cum on my tongue. Gimme it." He devoured—licking, sucking, fingers crooking relentless. You shattered, walls clamping his digits, juices flooding his palm. He lapped every drop, humming approval.

Not done. He stripped slow—hoodie off, revealing slabs of pecs, ridges of abs glistening faint sweat.

Sweatpants shoved down, cock springing free: thick, veined, head leaking pre-cum. "See this? Made our babies. Gonna make another."

You whimpered, legs wrapping his waist as he notched at your entrance. Pushed in slow—inch by burning inch, walls fluttering around girth. "Fuck... tight as ever. Missed squeezin' me like this."

Bottomed out, balls snug to your ass. Held still, forehead to yours, kissing soft—loving. "Love you, Y/N. Always did. Gonna fuck you right, make you mine again."

Hips rolled deep—grinding, then withdrawing halfway, slamming back. Rhythm built sensual: long drags, circling grinds hitting your clit. Hands roamed—tweaking nipples, gripping ass, pulling you onto him.

"This pussy's home," he growled, pace quickening. Skin slapped skin, wet squelches echoing. "He can't fill you like this. Bet he cums quick, leaves you empty. Not me. Gonna breed you full."

Words ignited you. "Harder—please—"

He obliged—thrusts punishing yet tender, one hand cradling your face. "Yeah? Want daddy's load? Pump you up, tits swell again. Fuck that stupid boyfriend— you're mine." Cock pistoned, hitting cervix, balls tightening.

Second orgasm ripped through—screaming into his shoulder, nails raking his back. He followed, roaring low, cock pulsing ropes of thick cum deep. Held buried, grinding to push it higher. "Take it all. Good girl."

Collapsed together, breaths syncing. He kissed your temple, arm banding possessive. "Don't need him. We fix this—family. Me, you, kids. Yeah?"

You nodded, tears pricking—truth spilling. "Missed you too."

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[sinkuna]

୨୧ — "Keep holding onto that stupid stuffed animal," Sukuna snarls, forcing your thighs wider with no regard for your trembling muscles. The seam of his pants grinds into your swollen clit as he aligns himself, fully clothed while you're left bare, undone beneath him. He flashes you a grin, "I want you to ruin it- drown it in your tears while i remind you what this pretty body was made for."

Your grip tightens on the Hello Kitty plush, nails biting into it's cotton face as your wet lashes blink up at him. His cock slips back into your cunt, stretching you around the previous load he'd already left inside.

"m'too full," You whimper, "gonna- gon' burst- please-"

"Shut up." he growls, teeth grazing your jaw. His thrusts start sharp- hard enough to make your breasts jiggle with each smack of his hips. His pace is unrelenting- like he's trying to beat his cum deeper into you with each snap forward. You feel a little bit of it spill out each time he pulls out, only to have it squish back in alongside more, "You're pathetic, but fuck-" Sukuna's teeth sink into the tender spot below your ear, "this pussy makes up for everything.

Your sobs fill the room, swallowed by the now damp plush clutched to your face, your teeth digging into its worn material as the tip of his cock beats into your cervix- "s'ho full- s'too big! nngh-!" you hiccup, your belly slightly bulging where the fat head of his cock attempts to stretch your womb.

"Fuck... I can see it again" he croons, pressing a thumb to the slight swell of your belly, "almost feel bad for the next poor bastard-" Sukuna laughs lowly, "he won't be able to fill you half as good."

There won't be a next guy. He'd fucking make sure of it- not when you looked so perfect, so needy with him, crying his name in your sweet little voice. But you don't need to know that. Don't need to know he'll be keeping an eye out, waiting for some other schmuck to get handsy and let his guard down long enough for Sukuna to slip a hand around his neck and drag him to the nearest dark alley... or an abandoned building. Whichever is closest at the time.

The fairy lights above cast a soft glow over your writhing form as he uses you roughly, degrading words falling from his lips between harsh grunts. Your glossed lips part around desperate moans as he hits that spongey spot deep within you- the one that has you squeezing tighter around his dick.

"That’s it- squeeze me," he grunts, one hand yanking your hair until your throat arches, the other locking around your waist as he dips his head low, tongue sliding across your tear damp cheek. "Look at you, mascara running down your face, lip gloss smeared everywhere," he taunts, yanking your head to force eye contact. "Such a pretty little mess-" his pretty little mess... "Bet you can't even count how many times I've filled this greedy cunt today."

You shake your head pitifully, proving him right as hot tears streak your flushed face, dampening the plush toy more. Every roll of his cock inside you wrings out another ragged cry until speech is impossible- just broken pleas.

Sukuna chuckles, the sound almost affectionate if not for the cruelty glinting in his red eyes, "That's right, numbers are too hard for that empty head," he mocks, "just focus on taking my cock like a good little bimbo. It's all you're good for anyway." Its not... And he hates that- how you managed to worm your way under his skin and make him want more. Want you. Forever.

He pulls out with a groan, watching the thick string of his cum connect the two of you- watching the way your pussy struggles to keep his prior loads in. His hand strokes his length, squeezing and twisting along the fat vein that runs along the underside before smearing the head of his cock through your folds, pressing at your entrance.

A moan escapes him at the sight of his cockhead stretching your abused hole- he looks down at you, gaze hooded, "How many more do you think it will take? Before I fuck you pregnant."

Well shit… where the hell did that come from? His eyes widen a fraction- caught off guard by his own admission. His jaw ticks as he stares at you, silently willing you to speak. To say something, anything, instead of looking at him with those wide, glassy eyes.

Your fingers flex around the plush, a soft noise escaping your throat, and Sukuna wonders if you even heard him.

You did.

But it didn't sound right- no. He couldn't mean it- guys like him don’t actually want girls like you, much less knock them up. Right?

So then why is he looking at you like that? Like he's daring you to call him on his bluff.

You open your mouth- wanting to say something, but nothing comes out… instead you lie there trembling, still clutching the tear stained Hello Kitty plushie when something unexpected happens.

Sukuna's rough hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing away some of your smeared makeup with surprising gentleness. "Stupid woman," he grumbles…

You blink up at him in confusion through clumped lashes, your lip gloss stained mouth parting in surprise when he actually leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Don't get the wrong idea," he growls, but his fingers are threading through your tangled hair almost soothingly. "It’s just a kink of mine."

Six months later, you're standing in the ice cream aisle, one hand on your rounded belly as you debate between chocolate chip cookie dough and strawberry ice cream… Sukuna stands beside you, arms crossed, looking thoroughly bored by your indecision, like always.

You're about to reach for the strawberry when you notice him toss something into the cart behind you. Turning around, you blink in surprise at the soft pink Hello Kitty plushie now sitting among your groceries.

"Sukuna?" you ask, confusion clear in your voice as you look up at him. You thought he hated this sort of stuff- he'd certainly made enough comments about your "ridiculous obsession" over the months.

He catches your stare and tsk's in annoyance, a faint flush creeping up his neck, "What? I saw you staring at the ugly thing when we passed the toy section," he grumbles, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets… "Figured you wanted it for the nursery or whatever."

Your heart does a little flip, but before you can say anything sweet, he continues with a scowl, "This brat better have better taste than you," he mutters, but his hand comes to rest protectively on your lower back- guiding you toward the checkout, "Now come on, let's get home."

Turns out it wasn't just a kink after all.

˚₊‧꒰ა. 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[uzugeto-deactivated20260427]

★ THE NERD WHO STEPPED UP ★

without a ride and any support, you find yourself at an abortion clinic with your roommate’s best friend, satoru gojo. do you do it, do you not do it, the thoughts haunt you, gojo’s there to stick by your side through it all.

★ PAIRING: frat! kuna x fem! reader x nerd!jo

★ CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. accidental pregnancy. talks about abortion. reader’s going through it so light angst. sukuna being a deadbeat.

★ WORD COUNT: 3.2k

★ A DIVINE NOTE: reader, my baby, she could never do anything wrong.

part two to frat bro turned dad of the year

the crumpled up bills stuffed in the depths of your pockets feel like a fifty pound weight dragging you down with each step you take towards your dorm room. the scenic route had done nothing to calm your racing thoughts, nothing to provide with you some sense of clarity as to what you should do.

though, realistically, there wasn’t really a lot to give thought to. you knew that much.

sukuna doesn't want to be a father, he doesn't bother talking to you when there's more than one person in your vicinity, and he'd essentially rid himself of all responsibility by handing the money over. that should be it, end of discussion. but you can't bring yourself to be 100% comfortable with the idea, even if you knew, you knew that it was the most reasonable option.

you're still a college student. a dorm building where trash cans are filled to the brim and then some and walls are thinner than parchment paper is no place to raise a baby, you know. and yet, the idea of completely getting rid of it doesn't sit right in the bottom of your gut.

shoko's sitting on the edge of the bed when you come in through the door, pretending to be engrossed in the black screen of her laptop. "how'd it go?" she finally looked up when you kicked off your shoes at the door, setting her laptop to the side.

you plopped down on your bed, a sigh leaving your lips. "surprise, the frat bro doesn't want a baby," you mutter, taking the money out of your pocket. shoko moves across the room, placing your head on her lap when she takes a seat.

she doesn't speak, not at first. she just offers her presence for the moment, her fingers rubbing at your shoulders in a way that make you slump back against her. letting the stress of the day pass you by. "and what do you want to do?" shoko finally decides to ask a couple minutes later, the question making your breath catch.

what do you want to do?

"i don't know what i should do," you mutter, eyes tightly wound shut as if you could simply blink away the situation if you tried hard enough. you couldn't—you'd already tried and failed. "i think the safest bet's to get an abortion. he doesn't want anything to do with me, much less a baby."

a quiet hum left her lips, her movements slowing before resuming back again. "maybe he doesn't want anything to do with you, but you have to think about you too. think about your body and about how you feel about it. you know that i'll support you with whatever you choose."

and she had. when you finally came to the decision that it was something you wanted to get done, shoko had stayed up with you reading through reviews, through services, and looking through the different clinics nearby to find one you were satisfied with.

you'd been distracted the week leading up to your appointment, hesitating on picking up the phone and cancelling it before ultimately deciding it was for the best. your lecture notes had been half done at best, short little summaries of what your head could configure before getting distracted again.

you weren’t sleeping well, flailing out on your bed for most of the night before your body simply.. gave out from exhaustion. getting out of bed seemed like an impossible task, forcing yourself to get up and go to the classes you were paying an absurd amount of money for. getting through the day was even more difficult—nausea racking through your body in waves just by walking through the cafeteria.

there’s no trace of the student you prided yourself on being—straight a and on the dean’s shiny list of stellar students. nothing but a hollowed out lost husk of what used to be—stuck in a cycle between feeling useless, feeling like a complete failure and feeling as if you couldn’t do anything about it.

you had big goals—internships to add to your lengthy resume, books to finish, papers to write, things to learn. what was all that hard work for if you’re nothing but the idiot who let a frat bro with commitment issues knock them up?

and then the day came. since both you and shoko get around using the public transport at your disposal, she managed to get her friend, gojo, to pick you up and take you to the appointment. "don't worry. he'll just be there as your uber driver. you don't have to talk to him or anything."

gojo pulls up to your shabby dorm building in a sleek silver mercedes at exactly 7:55 A.M., already holding the passenger door by the time you'd stepped outside. "i read somewhere you shouldn't have coffee so i brought you a lemonade instead."

"thank you." it's sweet, but not overly sweet. exactly what you would've ordered. you find yourself wondering if shoko asked him to or if he simply did it out of his own accord. sukuna taught you not to think much of other people—you settled with it being the former.

there's a few protesters lining up the side of the building, yelling out a spew of insults at the first person that walks in through the door and waving their signs directly in their face. that makes you hesitate, your fingers hovering above the door handle.

"do you want me to go in there with you?" satoru clears his throat, looking over at you through the rear view.

"no, i'll be fine. you can just wait here, please." swallowing back whatever reservations you still held, you move to open up the door. your foot's barely out the door when satoru taps at your shoulder.

"okay, well, take my hoodie and headphones. you don't have to look or listen to them if you don't want to."

with a bright blue agumon hoodie and rain sounds (satoru joked about it being fried chicken before you left) playing on his headphones, you finally made your way into the building. pushing the hood over your head, you manage to block out the sight of the people yelling by your sides. the only thing you really see is their feet scuffing closer and closer before you're finally at the door.

it feels like a breath of fresh air when you finally step inside, you take a step up to the front, signing your name at the desk before taking a seat. there's a few other people seated, around six others, some young, some old, some the same age. you don't know what they're here for, if they're simply here for birth control or something else, but it does help to make you feel less alone.

your foot bounces against the floor while you wait for your name to be called, watching everyone else who'd been here before get ushered into a room by one of the nurses. it's a twenty minute wait (you counted), before that same nurse calls your name and ushers you into a room.

there's a couple routine questions that you need to answer—how often were you having sex, how far along was your pregnancy, were you absolutely 100% without a doubt certain you wanted to go with this procedure? once she finally finishes with her questionnaire, she takes your bloodwork, blood pressure, all the standard stuff.

and then she pulls out an ultrasound monitor. "considering that you're still in your early stages, we need to go in with a transvaginal screening. it's just a little probe that goes inside, you shouldn't be able to feel any pain," your nurse explains, taking a clean wand and lathering up in lube.

you nod along, leaning back against the chair. it feels too clinical, too clean for what you’re about to do. "you don't have to, but i'm still required to ask. do you want to see the monitor?"

"no, but thank you." you blink back a couple tears threatening to spill, the nurse turning the screen to the other side. you're not sure you could handle seeing the little thing you and sukuna created—even if it wasn't that much larger than a blueberry at the moment.

the lube feels cold as the wand is slid inside your vagina, the process taking a few minutes before it's done. it feels like it's lasted for an eternity by now. her face gives nothing away as she types away at her keyboard, occasionally turning to look over at the monitor.

she clears her throat when she’s done, sliding her gloves off. it’s quiet for a second, the sound of water running down the sink while she washes her hand. your eyes flicker towards the monitor, fetus nothing more than a little blot pointed on the screen. "i know you just answered some questions but there's a counselor that you need to speak to before we go through with this procedure. it shouldn't take very long."

a short wait later until a counselor leads you to a office in the back, gesturing for you to take a seat on the grey couch pushed against the wall. and you do, the couch feels nice. it doesn't feel stiff like the ones you're used to around campus. the door's shut before she takes a seat next to you, a clipboard resting on her lap.

"good morning, my name's doctor hughes and i'll be asking you some questions before we get started with your procedure," she introduces herself with a small smile—just enough to be friendly, not enough to overbearing. you shake her hand and give her your name, her embrace warm but short.

"first one, how safe is your living environment?" she reads off the clipboard, tilting her head up to look at you.

"i live with my roommate, shoko. we live in a safe building and she doesn't have any violent tendencies," you respond, hands tightly clasped against your lap. dr. hughes takes note of that, scribbling something in her clipboard.

you're not sure how many minutes pass by of her running through the questions on her clipboard, each one focusing on how safe you were, if this was your decision, if you were coerced by any means to be here. dr. hughes marks one last thing on her paper before she sets the pen down, looking back over at you.

"im going to be explaining the procedure to you, if at any point you have any questions, feel free to stop me and ask." you nod, watching her pull out a series of different pamphlets.

you learn that there's two procedures:

mifepristone and misoprostol—the first one taken here at the clinic and the next taken a day or two later, some of the side effects including bleeding and abdominal pain.

and then the next is aspiration, where your cervix is opened and the cells are taken out. a short procedure, she claims, about ten minutes long, but one where you'd have to be under anesthesia.

you read through the pamphlets once, then twice, reading through all the different side effects, all the risks that are involved with each of the procedures available. "i think i'm leaning more towards the second option, please."

dr. hughes gives a curt nod, taking the pamphlets and jotting down something again on her clipboard. "since you're being put under anesthesia, do you have someone here waiting for you?"

"he's out in the parking lot." and as you speak, your mind refuses to let go of the fact that it should've been sukuna by your side instead. that it should've been him by your side at the appointment, should've been the one to reassure you and be with you throughout the process.

you're led to a different room across the hall now, a couple posters plastered onto the walls—ranging from vaginal health all the way to a diagram of a fetus in the back of the room. a blue gown sits on top of a hospital bed, the cold air hitting your body once you get undressed.

you're left alone for the first time in an hour, alone to be left thinking about this procedure. is it truly the right choice? you were so certain that it was, that it is, but you feel something clawing at the back of your head. trying to beg you to turn around and get out, that this was a decision you'd come to regret later on.

the door swings open.

"dr. hughes went over the procedures, so is there any that you're leaning towards?" your ob-gyn finally walks in through the door, the same kind of clipboard in hand. she looks at you expectantly, awaiting for your answer. there's nothing in her expression but calm, gentle understanding.

and you want to answer, you want to tell her something, you want to do anything other than just stare at her plainly. your tongue feels like quicksand, all the words that you're trying to get out sinking before you could articulate them. your hands clench by your sides, a tissue being passed your way before you even realize there's warm tears running down your cheeks.

"i-i'm sorry i can't do this, i gotta go," you mumble just loud enough for her to hear, heart thumping against your ears like a harsh drum. you make a quick stop to strip the gown off, getting dressed in your clothes, before making a beeline out the door.

the sound of your feet pounding against the linoleum floors echoes through your ears, the sound of the protesters, the flashing signs, everything, it all just builds into one mess that leaves you unable to even breathe. every breath you take feels like you're submerging underwater, desperately flailing your arms out to get to shore without any luck.

there's nothing you can focus on other than the shine of gojo's car, the only thing that can get you home. your fingers grip onto the door handle, slipping just as soon as you're about to get it open. frustration begins to seep into an ugly cocktail with the other emotions running rampant, your fingers forcefully pulling the knob open.

satoru's brows furrow with concern when you hastily step foot in the car, tear streaks running down your cheeks and breathing run ragged. your chest heaves like you can't get enough oxygen, your eyes focused on anything but him. his hand hovers in mid air, almost as if he's trying to discern if it's okay, before he rubs at your back.

you can practically see the wheels turning in his head, if he should say something or not. "is there something you want me to do?" his words come out in a quiet whisper, as if he's afraid of pissing you off even further. it would've made you laugh in different circumstances.

"can you just t-take me home? please?" your voice cracks with unshed tears, barely managing to get the words out. he nods, but he doesn't move immediately. his hand is steady against your back, rubbing it with all the care in the world as you slowly start to feel like your chest isn't caving in on itself anymore.

a deep exhale leaves your lungs. satoru pulls his hand away before speaking up again, "are you okay?"

(it's a ridiculous question. he realizes that the moment he opens his mouth, of course you're not doing okay. you can practically see him facepalm.)

but regardless, you find yourself nodding. "i'm okay."

the ride back home is spent in silence, which you can appreciate gojo for at least. there's no kind of music playing on the radio, no awkward attempts at conversation or any jokes. just the sound of the motor and the sight of the trees passing by. it takes little for the car ride to lull you to sleep, gojo's hoodie acting like a comfortable blanket as you curled up against the leather seat.

the car comes to a stop in front of a ice cream parlor, the parking lot completely and utterly deserted apart from one other car parked at the end. the person behind the counter, if you had to assume.

"i know you said you wanted to go home," gojo quickly speaks up before you can utter some kind of protest, "but you've had a hard day and i think some ice cream could do you good."

you can't bring yourself to protest the action, rubbing away the last remnants of sleep before getting out of his seatbelt. his movements are quick—akin to the flash, because in the next moment that you blink, he's already on the other side of the car and opening your door.

"why are you being so nice to me?" you break the silence, digging the spoon into your half eaten scoop of ice cream with more force than necessary.

"we were in the same group for astronomy. researching the average life of red giants. and you're the only one who actually tried on the project with me, you didn't expect me just to do the work for you," he responded, shrugging like it wasn't a memory you'd since forgotten about. "you're someone worth being nice to."

"you still remember that class?" you let out a quiet laugh, taking a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, "that was like…four years ago."

"i still remember you." he takes an obscene bite out of his five scoops of unicorn flavored ice cream, "plus i'm pretty sure mmmph fuck this is good, shoko would have my ass if i wasn't nice to you."

"what ass?" that question has an exaggerated gasp leaving his lips and a napkin balled up and thrown in your direction.

the afternoon passes you in a blur of easy conversation and half melted ice cream, your fingers sticky by the time you're done. admittedly, you'd been planning to rot the whole day at home, avoiding any attempt at conversation with shoko or with anyone else. but it feels nice, it feels nice to talk to someone who isn't constantly looking over their shoulder.

satoru, you quickly come to learn, is surprisingly easy to talk to. the ride back home is full of digimon, of anecdotes about that astronomy class, about everything and anything that could fill the space. you'd thought of him as someone distant, difficult to talk to. someone who spent their time in front of a book. so did you. you supposed that's maybe why you got along so well.

the ride comes to an end in front of your building, gojo turning the engine over before leading you up the stairs to your dorm. you can't help but almost feel a surge of disappointment upon seeing him leave after having a good day with him, after getting to nerd out about guilmon and bread having a better friendship than kenta and kenzu.

"thank you for being here for me," you whisper once the two of you finally reach your door, giving him a small wave. you're fishing for your keys, digging through all the pockets in your purse. he can practically feel the seconds running out, the invisible clock ticking.

and before satoru steps away from your doorstep, he leans in and presses a small kiss on your forehead. an action that shouldn't have made your tummy flutter the way it did. if anything, you'd just blame it on fetus. yeah, that's what it had to be.

"if you need anything, whether that be a ride or something you're craving or something the baby needs, i'm here for you. not because of shoko or anything, but because i want to be," gojo whispered, leaving you one last reassurance before giving you his number in case. with that, he finally left for the night.

and as gojo's leaving, you could've sworn you heard the familiar roar of sukuna's car pulling off from the parking lot.

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★ A GUIDE TO HOOKING UP ★

you’d never gone out on a date before. never experienced any semblance of intimacy or any romance that everyone else already seemed to have mastered. kissing? not on your radar. but you got the bright idea to go on a dating app—matching with suguru geto.

★ PAIRING: suguru geto x fem! reader

★ CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. alternate universe/no curses. slightly awkward and inexperienced reader. cat dad sugu. consent checks. dry humping/grinding. nipple play. cunnilingus. blow job. unprotected p in v. pull out method. cum eating. some aftercare. stupid humor. pet names. a scientology visit.

★ WORD COUNT: 6.3k

★ A DIVINE NOTE: another account another repost ik 😭 but this is the most self indulgent/cope post ever actually, couldn’t leave my babies behind </3

“you brought cookies.”

you held out the tupperware container filled to the brim with recently baked chocolate chips—the sweet, warm scent wafting through the plastic. "i did, yes. though i wasn't sure if you had any allergies, so don't feel any pressure to eat them or anything. i just thought it'd be rude to come over without bringing anything."

oh great. less than five minutes into this conversation and you were already rambling.

suguru took the container of baked goods from your hands with a wary look, bringing it up to his nose. "you're not a serial killer by any chance, are you?"

you blinked. "if i was, wouldn't it defeat the purpose of telling you now?" not very reassuring.

regardless, he gestured for you to come inside. you stepped inside the apartment and slid your shoes off at the door, taking in the sight of his living room.

the space was bathed in a dark red light accompanied by sonder’s one night only playing in the background and a couple candles flickering from the coffee table—the warm richness of sandalwood permeating through the air.

“you.. uh.. you really planned this out, huh?” why couldn’t you just have said it looked nice and moved on?

now it was just plain awkward.

well, awkward-er.

sure, you knew the concept of sex and how it was supposed to work, but what every hookup guide always forgot to cover was the before. even if you'd talked before this, the two of you were just strangers. what were you supposed to talk about with him?

how were you supposed to skip this part and go to where you were riding him like a pony?

suguru shrugged, padding over to the kitchen to leave the container of cookies on the counter. “did i do too much?”

“it’s just your apartment and all, but the lights seem a little.. excessive.” that was putting it as nicely as possible.

he took the criticism in stride, grabbing a remote from the counter and turning them off before flicking a lamp on, painting the room in a dim orange light. the room was immediately much more warm and welcoming than what’d you first walked into.

you stood at the door, taking a look at the little bits of decoration that you could now see more clearly. a couple figurines, expensive, if you had to guess, a couple books strewn around his coffee table, and a cat tree perched up near the window.

you remembered the small bag in your pocket. digging it out of your pocket, you held it up in between your fingers. “i saw your cat on that one thirst trap,” he didn’t bother protesting—it was a thirst trap, “so i got some treats on the way here. i hope you don’t mind.”

either you were a psychic or you just naturally had a knack for this sort of thing. “they’re her favorite, thanks. take a seat, we don’t bite.”

the previous girls that came over to his apartment usually just gave the cat a little coo or downright ignored her, but you seemed like you wanted to get to know her more than you did him.

suguru wasn't sure if he was amused or if his ego was slightly bruised. (hint: both.)

you took a seat on the black leather couch like you owned the place, patting your lap. “what’s your cat’s name?” you questioned, the cat peering up from her paw at the noise before going back to grooming herself.

“that’s sage.”

you lightly shook the bag of treats, trying to beckon the very uninterested cat with the promise of food and an unconvincing baby voice. your efforts were working. somewhat.

sage lazily trotted her way down from the top of the cat tree before making her way over to you, sitting at your feet. her eyes were calculating, analyzing if you were worth her time. you didn't dare move a muscle when she leaned in to sniff at your socked feet and legs.

just when you were convinced that you'd gotten a big fat F on her evaluation, sage seemed to decide that you were harmless enough. she hopped up on your lap and settled down like the self proclaimed royalty she was, nudging her head against your hand in demand for head pats. you complied.

your fingers ran through the soft black fur while the cat purred like a lawn mower underneath your touch.

"she normally doesn't like strangers," suguru noted, plopping down on the couch cushion next to you.

"do you use that line on everybody that steps foot in here?" well.... yes!

and it usually worked like a charm, thank you very much.

"wait, what, really?" the last girl he'd brought over to his apartment remarked, the very same girl that signed him up for lifelong scientology visits and the army two weeks later after he failed to respond within five minutes, staring at him like he'd hung up the moon and the stars.

"yeah." the cat in question, looked at him with as much disdain as her little body could muster. suguru made a mental promise to reward the cat with catnip and treats for helping him spit out the first bullshit that came to his mind. the girl seemed too happily convinced, going as far as calling herself sage’s step mom.

needless to say, the cat hadn't been all too happy about getting squeezed and cradled around like a baby by a woman she'd never seen before and never saw again after. her displeasure was obvious if the broken flower vases and scratches on his leather furniture were anything to go by.

he'd stopped using that line. or so he thought.

"...no."

you raised a brow, gaze full of suspicion as you stared at him. barely applying any pressure. and just like a rubber band, he ended up snapping within seconds, “…yes, fine, i have. but it’s the first time i’ve meant it.”

you weren't sure if he was full of shit. but the cat seemed to like you decently enough, starting her own biscuit factory on the fabric of your jeans with each ear rub. “how’d you end up getting her?”

suguru looked over to see you and his cat getting along decently well, finding himself a little lost in the scene when your question finally registered and you were staring at him.

“i found her locked up in a cage close to home. her owners called her a devil and all kinds of names, their own negligence, really,” he rolled his eyes, reaching out to pet her chin, “anyways, they were all too happy having someone to hand off the cat to.”

the two of you sat in a comfortable silence after a few questions from one another, getting to know each other a bit better apart from late night conversations. only the sounds of sage’s purring and the outside world filled the apartment.

that was until, "c'mere." suguru lazily spread his legs on the sofa, patting his lap.

“you do realize i’m not your cat right?” as if proving your point, sage got up from her spot on your lap over to his.

“fine, can you please come here?” he gave the cat one last scratch before setting her down on the floor, asking a little nicer. you got up from your spot, standing in between his legs before you lowered yourself onto his lap.

"hi," he murmured once you settled onto his lap, his hands instinctively moving down to your hips.

"hi." you braced your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance, suddenly feeling the reality of the situation crashing down on you. the pretty man underneath you wanted to have sex with you. you were going to have sex tonight.

sex and your first kiss, apparently. (you refused to count the time you'd gotten kissed as a dare in middle school.)

and as if he could read your mind, suguru took a hold of your chin and gently tilted your head up to face him, "can i kiss you?" you didn't miss the way his gaze flickered from your eyes down to your lips every .5 seconds.

you met him halfway, pressing your lips against his own. trying to go with the flow as many people said (what flow? you weren't completely sure yourself).

"close your eyes, i can feel you staring at my soul.” he pulled away, whispering the words against your lips and leaving you chasing behind his.

you let your eyes flutter shut, leaning into the kiss slowly. even going as far as tilting your head a little so you wouldn’t— “ow!” — do exactly what you just did. bump your nose straight into his.

you opened them back up to see suguru was more amused than hurt, a stupid smile on his face as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “try closing them when you’re already leaned in, hm?”

rolling your eyes, you shifted a bit on his lap before giving it one last go. one of your hands came up to cradle his soft cheek, leaning in and shutting your eyes at the last second. he tasted like mint and something else you couldn’t decipher.

his lips molded against your own in a languid kiss, each touch an experiment to know your body better. suguru’s hands moved down your body, each one resting on your ass like he wanted, no needed, you all that much closer. the exchange grew heavier, sloppier, messier.

everything was heightened—you could feel every single little thing. from the slight hitch of his breath when you captured his lip in between your teeth to your own traitorous heart thumping underneath your rib cage.

his lips moved from your own to the corner, down to your jaw, until he finally reached your neck. then that’s where he went ham. sucking, licking, kissing on whatever inch of skin was at his disposal all while taking note which spots had you shivering and squeezing your thighs together.

latching onto the sensitive skin of your collarbone, suguru placed a kiss out of reverence before he started to suck. he was practically in bliss all without taking his clothes off. if he were a weaker man, he would’ve shot his load the minute you’d settled onto his lap and got a whiff of your sweet, sweet perfume.

his hands moved up from your ass up your back, probably going to take your shirt off before his phone got the bright idea to interrupt the moment: want a break from the ads?

suguru had never regretted not investing into spotify premium as much as he did in this moment.

is your girlfriend unsatisfied in the bedroom? your stamina not being what it once was? if these symptoms sound familiar, you might suffering from erectile dysfunction. ask your doctor about levitra—

that was enough to get him up to his feet, crossing over to the kitchen counter in three strides. suguru quickly got his phone from the counter before the ad could continue, deciding that the ambiance was ruined and shutting the music off.

"do these symptoms sound familiar to you?" you teased, resting your cheek on your palm as you watched the scene with mild amusement.

"you could come to my room and find out." not nearly as smooth as he usually was, but good job suguru!

"are you really getting me into your bed with an erectile dysfunction ad?"

suguru tilted his head, "is it working?"

and you really wished it wasn't, but it was. you were quick to get up on your feet, padding over to where he stood and reaching your hand out. "let's go find out then."

his bedroom was much like the living room—a minimalistic design with a couple pictures hung up on the walls. his friends, if you had to guess. he led you over to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

not nearly enough bed-pouncing as you were expecting.

suguru spoke up, his hands resting on his lap, "you're allowed to change your mind, don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do. i’m here to please you.”

“i want this,” you responded, moving up the bed to rest against the headboard. he followed, keeping a reasonable distance between you two, “i want to have sex with you, suguru. let’s just take it slow.”

closing the distance, you straddled yourself over his lap, each of your legs next to his own. you lowered yourself down and placed your hands on his shoulders under the guise you knew what you were doing. and then, you started to rock and gyrate your hips against his clothed leg.

you rubbed and grinded your hips harder, faster against his leg in an attempt to feel something other than the friction of his sweats rubbing against your shorts—unsure of what to do other than rut yourself against him like a dog. maybe he was liking this?

should you start moaning?

“o-oh fuck.” a, what you hoped was realistic, moan left your lips, your fingers digging into his shoulders to really sell the point. suguru looked at you, wondering if he really looked that stupid.

you weren't sure what you were doing—that much was obvious. you were humping his leg, your rhythm too quick to be pleasurable for either one of you at this point.

"have you ever done this before?" were you really that obvious?

the question had your hips stilling their movement, your gaze falling down to his face. when you shook your head, suguru let out a small tut, holding your chin between his fingers, "that's okay, baby. we'll take it nice and slow, just follow me."

his hands splayed on your hips, slightly moving you up his lap before he started to guide your movements. and oh, now you felt it. his cock strained against the material of his sweats, each ridge rubbing against your warm heat.

well, at least now you knew the ad wasn't meant for him.

"oh yeah, that feels better huh?" he cooed in your ear, his cock twitching in his pants just by feeling how wet you were getting already.

you were dripping, slick stringing and sticking to your panties with each roll of your hips. he wasn’t much better—cock prodding against your entrance like it was begging to be released. “uh huh, better,” a breathy whisper left you, your back arching against his fingertips.

when he kissed you again, it wasn’t soft and gentle like he’d been at first. no, he’d tested the waters already.

now he was kissing you like he needed you, like he needed air to breathe. each breath grew labored like he couldn’t bare being apart. his tongue moved in a synchronized dance with yours, tasting and absorbing everything you had to give.

your lips moved with the same desperation, fingers gripping against the material of his shirt. trying to take it off before he seemed to catch onto your unspoken hint. he reluctantly pulled away before sliding his shirt off in one fluid motion, letting it fall onto the mattress beneath. and… wow. beautiful was an understatement when it came to him.

you let your fingers trail down his abdomen, the muscles tensing underneath your featherlight touch. tracing and poking whatever little beauty marks you found on your way down. he was just so.. pretty.

“you really think so?” his voice brought you out of your reverie, and oh shit, you’d said it out loud?

“like you don’t know it already,” you retorted, trying to downplay the situation.

suguru shrugged, watching your fingers intently as you traced and gently scratched down his pecs, “i like when you call me pretty.”

you rolled your eyes but gave in anyways, “you’re very pretty, suguru geto.” you felt his cock twitch underneath at the compliment. leading his fingers towards the hem of your own shirt, you guided him into taking off the flimsy article. he seemed all too eager to revere your body the same way you had his.

mumbled compliments of you’re so beautiful and so soft left his lips until he looked up at you, his hands gliding up and down your hips, "do you want me to keep going or do you wanna stop here?"

you grabbed his hands, bringing them up to your chest. “i want this, suguru. i want to go all the way with you, i promise.” his fingers tweaked and squeezed at your perked nipples, his lips ghosting above the left before he swirled his tongue around it. latching his mouth onto the sensitive flesh and sucking, working the other with his fingers.

strings of saliva connected his lips to your tits when he finally pulled away—deeming that he’d given them enough attention for now. suguru flipped the two of you over, hovering above you before slowly kissing his way down.

peck. your collarbone.

peck. your tits.

peck. your navel.

peck. the waistband of your shorts.

“you can take it off,” you assured him before he even had the chance to ask the question. suguru didn’t hesitate once he got the thumbs up, hooking his fingers onto your belt loops before sliding your shorts down your legs and shaking them off.

you could’ve sworn you caught a hint of drool once you were all exposed for him.

suguru kissed his way up your leg, each one leaving behind a slippery trail behind him. “so pretty,” he mumbled, sucking onto your calf before moving further up to your knee, “so perfect laid out for me.” each one sounded like a quiet admission to himself.

despite how desperate he seemed, suguru took his time when it came to finally undressing you. his teeth sunk into the lace of your underwear, your hips lifted when he moved down the offending material at the pace of molasses. trying to savor as much as he could.

he let them fall onto the pile of clothes next to you before admiring his meal. your cunt clenched around nothing when a slight breeze came in the room, your slick glistening against your folds, clit practically throbbing his name out in morse code.

but suguru prided himself on having some semblance of patience. thinly veiled patience, but patience nonetheless. he wedged himself in between your legs, his lips hovering dangerously close to your entrance before moving down to your inner thigh. repeating what he'd done earlier on your leg.

he pressed featherlight kiss after another onto the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, occasionally biting hard enough to leave behind a nice lil' memory for tomorrow. your legs instinctively spread, every sensation sending your body through a livewire and yet.. you were lost in thought.

you wondered how many people he'd had in this room, how long this would take, what'd you eat for breakfast tomorrow, and—"focus on me, pretty girl."

immediately broken out of your endless string of questions, you looked down to see suguru already peering up at you. "talk to me, what's going on in that head of yours?"

you shook your head, "just got lost in thought, i guess."

"then we'll just have to make it to where you can only focus on me, angel."

and then he dove in like he was a man starving.

his big hands gripped your legs and spread you apart like a feast, tongue flicking out to taste the slick dripping down your folds and thighs. "taste so good, thank you, thank you," he babbled, swiping his tongue up and down your folds before flicking it inside of your pussy.

your cunt gushed like an open sink against his mouth and chin, the man practically nose deep as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your sopping pussy. his jaw went slack, sucking and tracing your folds with the tip of his tongue before going back to eating you out.

soon, two of his fingers took place of his mouth. two long and thick fingers. your juices ran down to his knuckles while he spread you open, his fingers curling and hitting that one spot inside of you with ease. "fuck, it feels so good," you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers.

"i knoww baby, just needed suguru to take care of you." he didn't let up, much too starved himself to even think about doing so. his lips latched onto your swollen, throbbing clit and sucked lightly onto the nerves. your grip on his hair tightened, a broken moan leaving from his lips.

"just like that," he hissed out, his hips rutting into the mattress underneath. you noticed a dark patch growing in the front of his sweats. "take what you want from me, y'know how to do it." your hips swiveled and thrusted against his eager mouth, spit and slick drenching his chin and dripping down to the mattress.

it was hard to think about anything other than him, you had to admit that much.

your legs shook with each thrust of his fingers, with each swipe of his tongue. just as you were about to press your legs together, suguru pried them apart once more with ease. "don't interrupt my meal, i'm not done eating." and how could he say that when he already sounded so drunk off you?

his tongue swirled against your clit, the tip drawing circles around the sensitive nub. "f-fuck, gonna cum, keep going," you whined out, nails digging into his scalp. the sound of your pussy gushing around his fingers was all you could hear, and yet, all you were focused on was chasing your own orgasm.

it was so close, you felt a knot building up in your lower tummy. "fu-fuck fuck fuck," broken babbles left your lips, your toes curling and legs shaking the more you felt that pressure increase. with one final thrust of his fingers, you came. the knot unraveled all at once, your release washing over you (and his fingers) like a tidal wave.

he'd never been such at bliss before.

each breath felt like it was splitting your lungs open, your chest heaving as suguru slowly pulled his dripping fingers out of you. he didn't mind staring you in the eye when he put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them off as if no drop could go to waste. "mm, wanna taste you forever." his eyes practically rolled back, his tongue swirling against the two digits.

once you finally regained your bearings, you sat up and asked, "do you want me to return the favor?"

suguru let out an indignant scoff like you'd just insulted his very existence. and in a way, you had. "i did that because i wanted to, because i needed to taste you," he retorted, shaking his head like he wasn't reevaluating his degree in munchology, "not because i was expecting anything out of you."

getting up from your spot on the bed, you padded over to where he was sitting and situated yourself right in between his legs. absentmindedly running your fingers up up up the thin material of his sweats, barely grazing your fingertips against the growing tent between his legs. before you pulled away altogether.

you looked up at him like you were sin incarnate, lashes fluttering against your cheek, "what if i really really want to suck you off?"

suguru swore his soul left his body for a minute. he'd gladly let you keep it if you wanted it at this rate.

“then by all means, go for it.”

that was all you needed to slide the flimsy material of his sweatpants onto the floor, his cock slapping up against his stomach once it was released. now it was your turn to nearly drool. you couldn't have imagined that a dick could be this pretty.

a nice tan color at the base with a hint of red at the tip, a curve settling to the right and precum dripping down his shaft just from having you in his mouth. it was fairly long and thick—as thick as your forearm, you could assume.

all the fanfiction you had saved in your bookmarks couldn't have prepared you for the sight of the twitching cock in front of you.

you stared at his dick like it was something out of an anatomy textbook, trying to figure out the best approach to go about this before ultimately deciding to throw it out the window and just try it out.

"a-ah fuck." suguru practically turned into putty the moment you took him in your mouth, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of your head. not pushing, never that; he'd never risk making you uncomfortable.

thick globs of spit dribbled down to your chin and down his shaft from the corners of your lips. "just like that, yeah, please." suguru wasn't afraid to be loud—letting you know what you were doing right. one of your hands wrapped around his cock, your fingers tightening around the base before you started to jerk your hand up and down.

you could hardly take him in fully—your cheeks hollowing out to make more space and it still wasn't nearly enough. "soo good, please don't stop," suguru’s voice drawled out when you tried taking more of his cock in your mouth.

you could feel tears pricking up at the edge of your waterline, blinking them back quickly. his cock was barely a couple inches in your mouth and the tip was already starting to hit your uvula, your saliva coating around the shaft to mix with the precum spurting out. once you were able to, you started bobbing your head up and down his length.

suguru’s fingers dug into the sheets beside him, his chest starting to feel like he’d run a marathon. your tongue, your mouth, just you, everything felt too stimulating, too good. the hand you’d been jerking him off with moved down to his heavy sack, your fingers rolling around his balls.

and just like that, suguru was a goner. he swore he saw the flickering of a white light above. you felt them tighten up underneath your fingertips, growing heavier and heavier with cum. you looked up to see him completely disheveled, mouth agape to let out shaky gasps and broken moans. and right before you swore you almost felt him cum, he pulled you off.

“did i do something wrong?” your question came out innocent, like you hadn’t nearly sucked the soul out of his body.

suguru let out a disbelieving laugh, pulling you up to your feet before feverishly leaning into kiss you. not seeming to care that he could taste himself on your tongue. “just need to cum inside you, can i do that, please? you still want this?”

he sounded completely and utterly ruined. but you nodded into the kiss, your fingers pressing into his shoulders. “i need you, sugu, need you so bad. please fuck me, please.”

he moved at the speed of light, setting you down onto the comfort of his mattress before he settled himself on top of you. his cock throbbed and twitched at the mere contact with your bare pussy, his fingers wrapping around the base as he swiped the tip through your folds. “you sure you want this?”

just one more time to confirm. you nodded.

“c’mon, use your words for me, pretty,” he whispered, rubbing the tip against your swollen lil’ clit. your throat bobbed as you swallowed back an embarrassing moan.

“i want this, suguru, i’m sure.”

"okay, take a deep breath in for me." you complied, filling your lungs with air before letting it out in a deep exhale. he slowly pushed his cock in, your walls tightening and clenching involuntarily against his shaft.

"there we go, that's it baby. takin' me so well." suguru's voice came out akin to a purr he didn't mention how he'd barely pushed an inch in. once he was certain it was okay, he pushed another and another in.

a choked gasp left your lips when he finally seemed to bottom out, feeling like your body had just been split in half. and maybe, just maybe it was, you wouldn’t necessarily doubt it.

suguru wiped away a couple tears that streamed down your cheeks, standing still while you got used to the intrusion. it was hard, he had to admit, when you felt so warm and wet around him. but anything for your comfort, he wouldn’t risk that.

“you can move, suguru,” you spoke up, one of your hands reaching out to take hold of his. his fingers grasped your own, placing your hand on top of your head before he slowly pulled out and thrusted back in one swift motion. your pussy drenched his shaft each time he pushed back in, each thrust smoother and faster.

suguru leaned down to kiss you, hair falling like a waterfall and covering his face completely before he ever got the chance to get close. you bit down on your lip, trying to keep yourself from laughing in his (hair covered) face before reaching out and moving his hair out the way.

so goes the super suave geto suguru.

a small giggle left your lips at the gesture, slowly starting to feel more and more comfortable being around him. (well how much more comfortable could you really get after having him inside you?) suguru let out a small huff, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance before handing over a hair tie.

you managed to make the world’s messiest ponytail in twenty seconds. go you!

“i’m glad my embarrassment’s amusing, but you okay?” he asked quietly, treating you as if you were a delicate piece of glass. long fingers trailed up your sides like he was admiring a piece of art, not at all like the strangers that you were supposed to be.

“i’m fine,” you assured, wiggling your hips and trying to thrust back into him, “you can go faster, though, please?”

suguru didn’t hesitate to follow that command, hips snapping into you almost immediately. your cunt sucked him in with each thrust, squelching with how much you’d drenched his shaft. his heavy balls smacked against your ass TWACK TWACK TWACK!

your legs wrapped around his waist like you were physically trying to intertwine your body as close as you could to him. “ah ah fuck, sugu, faster, faster!” your moans sounded like the best kind of melody to his ears, and well, who was he really to deny?

suguru hoisted a leg up on the bed for a better angle, hitting that spot inside of you with each quick thrust. your walls clenched around him like a vice, like you wanted to keep him trapped while you gushed and soaked around him.

“pussy’s so good, i’m never letting you go,” he babbled, his other hand gripping your hip to move you up and down his shaft as he pleased.

his middle finger rubbed desperate little circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back from just how good you felt. the hair tie was long since forgotten, hair falling onto his face as he leaned forward to capture your lips in what could only be described as a tangle of tongue and teeth.

everything about him screamed desperate and unhinged—and you weren’t any different.

“make me cum, make me cum, please,” you moaned out against his lips, your chest heaving and your breaths coming out in short pants. suguru nodded like it was his only mission in life, pushing his cock in and out sloppier and messier than he was at first. practically gliding with how wet you were.

your orgasm built up more intense this time, your nails digging into the sheets below as the coil in your tummy began tightening. “please please please,” for what were you begging for? you didn’t know. a scream that would probably wake up his neighbors left your lips as you came, dripping and soaking his shaft in your wake.

“so messy, my messy girl, that’s ittt.” he was a broken pussy-drunk babbling mess. suguru continued to rut into you, chasing his own orgasm while working you through your own. his hips moved desperately, balls twacking against you with each sloppy sloppy thrust until he finally choked out,

“w-where do you hic want it?”

you didn’t give it much thought, “my face, sugu. wanna taste you, come for me, need you.” that was all it took for the last bit to snap, barely managing to pull out in time before he was spurting out drops of cum onto your face and your open mouth.

you swallowed every last drop that landed on your tongue, your features contorting into a slight grimace once the taste settled on your taste buds. and just like you'd come out of a damn porno and his wet dreams, you stuck your tongue out.

"fuck, you're gonna kill me." a breathless laugh left his lips. he made sure to push his hair back this time around before he leaned into kiss you again, his tongue prodding into your mouth.

one time fucking awkward and slightly offputting girl pussy and he was ready to get your finger measurements to buy the most expensive ring he could find at the jewelers. maybe he'd start with just a date once he came back to his senses.

suguru plopped down on the mattress next to you, rubbing a drop off cum off your cheek with the pad of his thumb before bringing it up to his own lips. "was that okay? you need anything—water, a bath, your dignity?"

you let out an amused scoff, turning your head to face him. admiring his features in the post sex glow. you had to admit—to yourself mostly—he looked good worn out and panting. "my dignity's still intact, thank you. but some water and a rag would be nice."

he cracked open the water bottle and left it on the nightstand next to you before disappearing into the bathroom. you could briefly hear the sound of water running before he emerged once more, a wet rag in hand.

each swipe of the rag in between your legs was a gentle one, treating you with the utmost care in the world. “you don’t have to leave right away, if you don’t want to. i can make some mean scrambled eggs.”

“how inviting,” you teased, taking a sip of the water as you mulled it over. how bad would it be to stay the night if he’d already been inside of you? “but sure, i’ll stay. if only for the scrambled eggs.”

you weren’t sure how long the two of you spent up talking about nothing and everything in between, from what you did for school to how you got into baking. it was.. refreshing, in a sense.

you could picture yourself doing this kind of routine with him almost too easily. the last thing you remember before succumbing to sleep was his arms wrapped around your stomach.

holding you like he never quite wanted to let go.

loud knocking woke up suguru at ass o'clock in the morning, long before the sun even started to peek its head from the horizon. a groan left his lips as he forced himself to untangle his limbs from your own and get up.

you didn't seem to notice his absence, in fact, you almost seemed to enjoy it. a little too much, if you asked him. you laid in the middle of the bed, sprawling your arms and legs out like a starfish.

the knocking on the door grew more insistent—determined to get an answer one way or another.

"hi, good morning. i'm from the church of scientology." this time they'd sent a middle aged man to stand at his door and spit out the same spiel he'd heard for the past five months in a row, greeting him with a smile that suguru deemed unnatural this early in the morning.

a smile that quickly seemed to fade once the man took notice of the blossoming hickey on his neck, the scratches that ran down his abdomen.

the man grasped his copy of dianetics like he was clutching his pearls.

suguru would have to eat you out later just for this reaction.

the man cleared his throat, eyes averting down to the book in his hands, before he cracked it open to the first page he could find. suguru wondered how long it'd take the man to figure out the book was upside down.

"i'm here because you signed up to receive visits every weekend. for just the small price of ¥73,300, you could learn all about the church and how to reach enlightenment—" the more that the man rambled, the more that suguru was more inclined to start his own cult than join this one.

but regardless, he let the man finish his spiel before he tapped his chin in faux thought. “to join a cult or not to join a cult, decisions decisions…”

the man raised a finger to protest, pushing up the thick rim of his glasses up his nose, "well actually, we're not a cult, we're a religious group focu-"

the man was left rambling to the front door about the difference between a 'religious group' and a 'cult.'

but he relented, suguru had to give him that at least. the man remained at the doorstep, bringing his fist up to the door but never making contact. probably regretting coming over in the first place.

"who was at the door?" you were barely awake yourself, rubbing at your eyes as the bright morning light peered in through the windows.

suguru pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a small groan, "would you believe me if i said scientology?"

"who'd you piss off?" you questioned, standing by the kitchen with your arms folded.

this time, another groan. though he sounded more whiny than anything, “why does everyone always assume i did something?”

"am i wrong though?" you countered.

no, not at all. and suguru knew he wasn’t getting out of this conversation that easily. "come on, i'll tell you over scrambled eggs and those cookies you baked yesterday."

[widowrelic]

I absolutely adore this fic sm

[planetchoso-deactivated20260506]

CHOSO'S HUMAN EDUCATION SERIES

PART ONE: his hands, his body

summary: choso's still not used to having a human body, and he's even less used to feeling the desire that gnaws at him every time he's near you. as much as you want to jump him, you know you have to be patient. warnings: 18+, MDNI, choso's inexperienced, fem!reader, groping, choso touches himself, choso cums in his pants, needy!cho, choso’s first ever orgasm a/n: CHOSO'S HUMAN EDUCATION SERIES IS BACK!! and yes this does mean that i'm currently working on part three :) i'm so excited to share it with you all! art by @/thatsallitchief

“Wait, is that–do you have those, too?” Choso asks, looking between you and the TV screen that’s displaying a topless woman. You slowly lift your head up from where you’ve been absorbed in your phone and balk. What the hell is he even watching?

“Wh–no! Well, yes, but–” you shake your head, completely flustered by the suddenness of his question. You and Choso have been dating for a few months now, but you’ve been taking it slow. You inhale and exhale slowly before finally speaking again.

“Yes. Most women do have breasts, but they usually look different between women. I mean, variation is natural, especially when it comes to skin tone,” you explain. "Mine don't look like that."

Choso nods solemnly then fixes his stoic gaze on you.

“Can I see yours, then?”

Choso lets out a grunt when you suddenly smack him in the face with a pillow.

“You can’t just–like, yes, you can, but–ugh! You don’t just ask someone that.”

That’s how you find yourself here, sprawled out on your back on the bed. Choso’s kneeling between your parted thighs, and his fingers are playing with the hem of your t-shirt. He’s seen you in a bathing suit before, but that’s about as much skin as he could handle at once without having to lock himself in his bedroom for half an hour out of embarrassment.

“Take your time, honey. I’ve got nothing going on today,” you shrug nonchalantly. Secretly, you’re absolutely thrilled that he’s finally showing interest in exploring not only your body but his as well. You don’t mind taking things at his pace. You want him to feel safe and comfortable with you, but he’s so fucking hot that it can be hard to control yourself around him. You’ve built great amounts of openness and trust withing your relationship, and you don’t want to rush him into anything.

“Okay,” he mumbles. “Can I just…feel you first?”

“Yeah,” you say with a nod and a reassuring smile.

Choso slowly, almost agonizingly so, slips his fingers up under the hem of your shirt. His hands are warm, and the rough tips of them skate over the expanse of your stomach like an explorer trying to map out a new landmark. He’s methodical and reverent, treating the soft flesh like something much more delicate and rare than you’ve ever thought of yourself.

“You’re–soft. And warm. I knew that, but this is different,” he whispers shakily. His palms flatten over your waist suddenly, and you let out a soft gasp. He rubs his hands over your belly slowly, your shirt lifting up to expose peeks of your skin to him. His eyes are immediately glued to the way your muscles tense in response to his touch. He hums to himself when he feels the way your stomach jerks with your breathing. “Is that good?”

“It can be,” you whisper. “Since I’m not in pain, yeah. It’s good.”

He nods and drags his palms up to your ribcage. His big hands splay across the lower portion of the bones, and he gently presses in until he can feel them. 

“That’s weird,” he mutters.

“You’ve never felt your ribs before?” you ask quizzically.

“I…guess I have. I’ve never felt someone else’s like this before. It’s different. You’re different.”

His hands continue up until they hover over your bra. You see his throat work before he diverts his attention. He gently tugs your shirt over your head and smooths his hands down the sides of your neck, his fingers trailing over your shoulders and down your biceps. 

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers.

“I use lotion. Y’know, like the blue tube of stuff I gave you?”

Choso looks at you blankly.

“You use that don’t you?” you ask.

“You said it was for my hands,” he replies, a pout pushing at his lips.

“Mostly, yeah, but you can use it anywhere else. It’s not just for hands.”

“Oh. Would…touching me feel nicer for you if I use lotion?”

You crack a smile at his innocent question and reach up to cup his cheek, “I mean, yeah, but it’s also good for you. It helps keep your skin hydrated and strong.”

He hums. He’s run out of skin to explore, and now he’s stuck with the two glaringly obvious features in front of him.

“So, these…” he says, his hands hovering over your chest. “They’re okay to touch, right? It’s not uncomfortable?”

And god, he’s so earnest when he asks that. You feel bad for the giggle that escapes you, but you’re quick to nod. You don’t want him to feel stupid for being curious.

“Yes. Yeah. It’s okay, baby. Just be gentle and go slow.” You pause for a moment before adding, “But thank you for asking. It’s important to ask, even though I’m your girlfriend. Just…don’t go around asking random women if you can touch their boobs.”

“What kind of man do you take me for?” Choso asks indignantly. Then, more sheepishly: “I’ve never really felt the need to touch anyone like I do with you.”

A quiet warmth blooms in your chest, but it’s quickly replaced by surprise when Choso’s hands land on your chest. His palms mold to cup your breasts through your bra, and you both lose your breath. His fingers flex, and his heavy gaze fixes on the way your plush flesh dimples and gives way to him.

“Oh,” he whispers. “That’s–I can take this off you, right?”

At your nod, he attempts to take your bra off over your head. You wince a bit and gently guide his hands behind you. 

“Just push both sides together. It should click apart.”

Choso’s fingers fumble with the clasp. He’s not aware of the face he’s making, but you can’t help the way your heart does a little backflip in your chest. His eyebrows are furrowed, and the tip of his pink tongue is pressing out of the corner of his mouth. The intense focus is equal parts adorable and sexy, and you find yourself wanting to yank him down just to press kisses all over his gorgeous, stupid face. 

Your daydream is interrupted by him finally getting your bra unclasped.

“I hated that,” he frowns. “Do you have to wear them?”

“Kind of. When I’m moving around or if I’m going to be out a lot, yeah. I don’t usually wear one around the house unless I have company,” you shrug.

Choso gives you a nod before he starts pulling the straps down your arms. 

“I’m nervous,” he whispers, looking up at you for reassurance. He can be hesitant and unsure in a lot of new situations, and it manifests in nerves and awkward energy a lot of the time. He’s so fearless when fighting and so determined when he sets his mind to something that it’s almost funny that the prospect of seeing your tits has him shaking in his boots. There’s a little frown on his face that makes you pause, though.

“Hey,” you murmur. Choso leans his face into the delicate sensation of your knuckles brushing his skin. “What are you nervous about? Are you worried about how you’re feeling? Or are you anxious about how you think you’ll react?”

Choso pauses for a moment and mulls your questions over. A soft silence settles over the two of you. He’s still kneeling between your thighs, but he’s got his palms propped up on your biceps now. His hooded eyes meet yours once again, his mouth now set into a determined line.

“I’m never worried about how you look. You’re gorgeous. I think I’m just nervous about how I’ll react and…new things always stress me out. My stomach feels weird.” The last phrase is a reluctant admittance of an anxiety that he so rarely shared with anyone. Choso has so much trust in you now that it almost makes your chest feel like caving in. Sometimes, it feels like you’re the only person who can keep his world from tilting on its axis.

“I promise that I won’t be offended, no matter how you react. I just want you to feel comfortable. I told you already that I don’t want to pressure you, and I’m happy going at your pace. Things get overwhelming. It’s okay. We can stop the second you’re uncomfortable,” you soothe. Your hand slides down to massage the nape of his neck. “That being said, it’s just my tits. You saw some earlier."

Choso shakes his head adamantly.

“No, it’s different. They’re yours. They’re part of you. I can’t explain it, but everything feels so much more important when I know it connects to you.” 

You’ve never quite figured out how he got to be so poetic, putting words to feelings you can't explain yourself. You drag your hands up and down his sides, grasping at the edges of this tenderness like a blanket that’s being yanked off you.

“That’s a good feeling to get to experience, Cho. Not everyone gets to. I’m glad I can be that for you,” you whisper. 

Choso nods, and his throat bobs as he tries to find the words to say. When he can’t, he settles on resuming his previous actions. His fingers hook around the straps of your bra. There’s a heavy pause. The air sinks around both of you. It’s not a big deal. Not really. Some part of both of you recognizes that, but neither of you can snap out of the haze of momentousness that seems to linger. 

“I’m going to do it now,” he whispers. He nods to himself and finally slips your bra straps down your arms. He sets it to the side, but his eyes immediately zero in on the sight of your chest. “You’re so beautiful. What the hell,” he whispers.

His fingers slide back up your stomach and cup your breasts once more. The contact is more intense this time. You didn’t anticipate the jolt your nervous system would get from his touch.

His hands knead your breasts slowly. His eyes go all glassy in enthralled fascination as he watches the way your skin responds to his touch. He swallows when goosebumps bloom, and his pretty lips part when your nipples pebble under his fingertips.

His thumbs begin circling your nipples slowly, small absent-minded strokes that are more curious than anything. Still, it floods your stomach with warmth, and the whimper that falls from your lips is almost pathetic. Choso’s attention is immediately on your face, and he starts rubbing with more intention.

“Do that again, please. Please. I think that’s the best thing I’ve heard in my life,” he says breathlessly. His throat is tight with desire he doesn’t yet know how to express, but his body does it for him. His hands get a bit rougher, and he has to choke down a groan.

You’re not unaffected yourself. Watching the sheer ecstasy and desire playing out on Choso’s face while he gropes your tits for the first time is more of a turn on than you’d like to admit. Your official excuse is that you’re too pent up to think properly, but the truth is that the feeling of his fingers kneading your skin combined with the way his shoulders heave with the natural desire for more gets you wetter than anything else ever has.

Your eyes widen when Choso makes a sudden movement that shifts the mattress under you. You almost protest when his right hand moves away from you, but the view he gives you is more than enough to make up for the loss. He’s got his shirt off now, his pale, muscled torso exposed to you fully. He’s an eyeful on his own, but his hand instinctively finds the growing bulge in the front of his pants. He starts rubbing at it pitifully, no rhythm or coordination to the action.

“Hnng–fuck, what are doing to me, baby?” he whines as his hips buck into his hand sloppily. 

It’s a carnal display, and you’re not entirely certain where to look. His big thighs flex with the strain of keeping his weight balanced while he fucks up into his hand. His core is tight from keeping himself upright when all he wants to do is collapse into you. His chest is heaving as his panting breath and pitiful whines fill the rapidly warming air. His dark hair has started coming undone, and it falls into his face messily.

This is easily the most ruined you’ve ever seen him, and you haven’t even shown him anything yet. You try not to let your mind spiral into how he’d look when his cock sinks into you for the first time. You can see the outline of him through his sweatpants. He’s big, but not unmanageable. Somehow that makes him even hotter.

“Nnn–I’ve never–baby,” his fingers tremble around your breast before his hand slips down to your belly for stability. There’s a warm, pink flush that’s started crawling up his chest. His eyes meet yours and stay there, daring you to look away from him. He’s almost certain he’ll die if he loses the feeling of your eyes on him. “S’too much…why does it feel like this?”

You’re reeling now. You’ve never pried, but you had just assumed he’d touched himself before. That doesn’t seem too far out of the realm of possibility, right? Looking at him now, though, the desperation rolling off him makes sense.

“You’ve been hard before, right?” you ask dumbly.

“Wh–yes. Why?” he replies brokenly, weakly trying to chase his pleasure.

“Have you never touched yourself?” you whisper, almost choking on the words.

“Not like this,” he whines. “It’s never felt like this!”

“Cho, it’s okay. Just breathe and feel it. It’ll get more intense, but it’ll feel so good. Do you trust me?” 

He nods frantically, and draws his lower lip between his teeth. He’s making the sluttiest expression right now, and he doesn’t even realize it. You’d think he was fucking you with the way his eyebrows are drawn and lowered. His eyes are screwed shut, his head is tipped back, his cheeks are pink, and his bobbing Adam’s apple is exposed. The things you’d give to be able to bite him right now…

“Yeah…just like that, Cho. Try closing your hand around your cock,” you murmur.

He does as you tell him, and his long fingers close around the straining outline of his cock. A guttural moan immediately rips out of him, and he starts pumping himself through his pants even quicker.

“Oh. Oh, fuck. Fuck. No, why does that feel so good–oh my god, baby,” he whispers. His voice is wavering now, stretching around the feeling of his pleasure rising in waves. You quickly capture his free hand in your own, and you drag his fingers back up to your tits.

“There you go,” you murmur as his fingers close around the soft mound of flesh once again. His head drops forward, and his hips give a few more stuttery thrusts before stalling. He lets out the loudest groan you’ve ever heard from him. It’s a broken, drawn out noise that seems to explode from the very depths of his soul. A wet patch blooms on the front of his pants, and he slumps back on his knees.

“Oh my god. I’m gonna die,” he whispers. His thighs are still trembling from the release and flood of sticky pleasure throughout his body. You help guide him to lie down. His head settles on your soft belly, and his left hand comes up to rub at your skin. He lets out a broken little whine as he nuzzles into your stomach.

“My pants are sticky,” he pouts after a few minutes of silence. You slowly lift your head from your pillows to stare at him. The absurdity of the situation–the fact that your boyfriend just had his first orgasm from feeling you up and rubbing himself over his pants–catches up with you quickly.

“That’s okay. I’ll buy you a new pair,” you reassure.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” he mumbles against your skin.

“There’s a lot of stuff like that you don’t know. I can show you, if you want.”

‘Slowly,’ you add mentally. Your hand finds the nape of his neck again, and you trace circles into his delicate skin.

He nods against your tummy and nudges his nose against you. 

“Sounds good. I…liked it. It felt good,” he murmurs hesitantly.

“I’ll make you feel even better next time,” you reply breezily.

He lifts his head and stares at you before lifting a big hand to cup your cheek.

“Promise?”

Your answer comes with a kiss to his palm, “Promise.”

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[sadisticslut666]

Never Fuck The Frat Boy Next Door

cw: explicit, condom-use, Frat boy!Toji’s ex shows up then he fucks u to make it up to u. chap 1

You wake up to a relentless banging on the door rattling the dorm walls. Toji is completely passed out next to you—his big, warm body pressed right up against yours, one heavy arm slung over your waist. He’s out cold, snoring loudly through the knocks. The banging doesn’t stop, and then a shrill girl’s voice cuts through the wood: “FUSHIGURO! OPEN THE FUCK UP!”

Oh no. No, no, no.

You try shoving his shoulder, whispering harshly, “Toji—wake up, idiot,” but he just grunts, rolls heavier into you, and snores even louder. The banging keeps going. God, how is this man still asleep? A bomb could drop and he’d probably keep dreaming. It’s 3 in the fucking morning. What the hell is wrong with this bitch?

The screeching continues, “FUSHIGURO, IF YOU DON’T OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR I PROMISE I’LL LEAK ALL THOSE NUDES YOU SENT ME AND—”

You lie there frozen for another few seconds, debating. Get up and answer it? Hope she just goes away? She doesn’t. The pounding gets louder, the knob rattling like she’s about to kick the damn thing down. “FUSHIGURO, I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKIN’ IN THERE! OPEN THIS SHIT UP!”

Fuck. Fuck. Clearly the only way past this is to handle it yourself. You could tell her he’s asleep and maybe she’d come back later—but judging by the psycho out there, that’s a hard no. Or she sees you and just… leaves? Yeah, right. Whatever. You try one last desperate shove at Toji’s ribs; he swats your hand away like a fly and keeps snoring.

Fine.

You slide out from under his arm, the king bed dipping as you stand. His oversized hoodie hangs off one shoulder, the black sweats you stole rolled at the waist, and your hair’s a wild mess from sleep. Your bare feet pad across the cold floor, the second you twisted the knob and cracked the door open, the yelling cut off mid-screech.

Standing there in the dim hallway light was a girl you vaguely recognized—blonde, tiny denim skirt, crop top that said “Phi Kappa Alpha Sweetheart” in glitter. Her mascara was already smudged, lips parted in pure shock as her eyes dragged down your body: Toji’s clothes, bare legs and bed-messy hair.

“What the fuck?” she spat, “You’re in his room? Wearing his shit?”

You keep your voice flat, arms crossed under the hoodie. “He’s asleep. Come back tomorrow.”

“Asleep?” She laughs, “Bullshit. Move, bitch. I know he’s in there—his motorcycle’s in the lot and he ghosted my texts all night.”

You don’t budge. “He’s passed out. I’m serious, go home.”

Her face twists. “Oh my god. Tell that asshole if he doesn’t open up right now, those dick pics and the video of him eating me out are going on the group chat. Every sorority, every frat. I’ll ruin him.”

You tilt your head, letting a slow, mean smile creep across your face, “Cute. Real classy. Threatening to leak nudes because a guy won’t wake up for your desperate ass at three in the morning. Real girlfriend material.”

Her mouth opens, closes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” You lean against the doorframe, hoodie slipping another inch off your shoulder. “He’s not interested. Go cry about it somewhere else. And maybe delete his number before you embarrass yourself more.”

She lunges at you through the small space, “You little—,”

The door suddenly yanks wider from behind you. Toji’s massive hand appears over your head, slamming the wood back so hard the frame shakes. He’s shirtless, gray sweats slung low, hair a disaster, eyes still half-lidded with sleep but burning with irritation. “Azami—shit no Misaki—wait, no—whatever the fuck your name is,” he growls, “We’re done. Been done. Stop showing up at my door at three a.m. like a stage-five clinger.”

The girl’s face goes scarlet. “You said you’d call me back—”

“I say a lot of shit when I’m drunk and horny. Learn the difference.” He reaches past you, casual as hell, and starts closing the door in her face. “Also? Those nudes you’re threatening? I got the same ones of you. Tit for tat, sweetheart. Now fuck off.”

The door clicks shut. He flips the deadbolt, then turns to you. You’re still standing there, heart hammering, before you roll your eyes and walk back to his bed. “Well, well,” he rumbles, voice still thick with sleep. “Look at you playing guard dog for me. Kinda hot.”

“Shut up,” you snap, “Your crazy ex almost got me murdered in my sleep.”

“Not my ex.” He steps closer, crowding you back toward the bed without even touching you. “You answer my door lookin’ like that… wearing my shit… tellin’ girls to fuck off… You tryna mark territory, princess?”

Your back hits the edge of the mattress. “I was trying to get some sleep, asshole. You were dead to the world.”

“Mmm.” He braces one hand on the wall beside your head, the other lazily adjusting the front of his sweats. “Well I’m awake now.”

Your pulse is still racing from the confrontation, “You gonna thank me for handling your drama?” you mutter, even as your eyes flick down to the outline of his cock again.

Toji laughs, “Nah. But I got a better idea.” He hooks two fingers under the hem of the hoodie you’re wearing and tugs you forward until your hips bump his. “How about you let me thank you instead?”

His thumb brushes the bare skin just above the rolled waistband of the sweats and suddenly the room feels way too warm. You swallow. “Toji—”

“Still time to tell me to fuck off,” he murmurs as your back hits the mattress before you even realize he’s moved, his big body caging you in. One of his knees pushes between your thighs, spreading them, and the hard line of his cock presses right against your soaked pussy. “Still hate me?” he asks, lips ghosting your jaw.

“Fucking despise you,” you breathe, but your hands are already sliding up his bare chest.

“Good.” He grins against your skin. “Means this is gonna be fun.”

His soft lips kiss yours, tongue swirling against yours while his big hands slide under the hoodie like he’s been dying to do it since you first stole his clothes.

You kiss him back because fuck it it’s not like you have anything better to do anyways. “We’re not fucking unless you have a condom, Fushiguro.”

He pulls back an inch, green eyes half-lidded, and actually pouts. Like a giant frat-boy toddler. “C’mon, princess. It feels so much better raw. You’re killin’ me here. Barely gonna feel anything with that plastic shit.”

You stop him dead with a flat palm to his chest before he can grind against you again. “Did we both not just see one of your weekend whores who looks like she’s been around the block come up to your room threatening to leak your nudes? Were you not there for that, Toji? Yeah. Unless you have proof you got tested today and have the results today, there’s no way we’re fucking raw.”

He stares at you for two whole seconds, then huffs a laugh and drops his forehead to your shoulder. “Fine. Fuck. Whatever.” He reaches over, yanks open the nightstand drawer, and fishes out a gold-wrapped XXL condom. He tosses it at your chest. “Here. You put it on me.”

Your attitude evaporates instantly. The cocky little “make me” energy you had two seconds ago? Gone. You stare at the foil packet in your hand, cheeks heating up because yeah—you’ve had sex. Plenty of it. Just… always with your long-term ex. You never once had to actually roll one of these on a guy yourself.

Toji catches the hesitation immediately and he smirks, “Wait. You don’t know how?”

“Shut up,” you mumble, sitting up a little as he kneels between your spread thighs, gray sweats shoved down just enough for his cock to spring free—god, he was so big. He laughs, one hand lazily stroking himself while he watches you fumble with the wrapper. “Holy shit. That’s kinda hot, actually. Never had a girl look this shy about my dick before. Usually they’re fighting over it.”

“Jesus, Toji.” Your fingers shake a little as you tear the foil and pinch the tip like you vaguely remember from health class. “I’m not shy, I just—my ex never made me do this part, okay?”

“Ex sounds boring as fuck,” he teases, thumb brushing your knee while he waits. “C’mon, princess. Pinch the tip, roll it down slow. I’ll even stay still for you… mostly.”

You bite your lip, cheeks burning, and finally slide the latex over the head. He hisses through his teeth the second it touches him, hips twitching like he’s fighting not to thrust up into your hands.

“Fuck, your little hands feel good,” he murmurs, watching every inch disappear under the condom. “Look at you. All focused and cute. Never thought I’d see the girl who hates me lookin’ this flustered over my cock.”

“Still hate you,” you mutter, but there’s a smile tugging at your mouth now as you finish rolling it down. The XXL fits—barely—and the sight of it stretched tight around him makes your pussy even wetter. Toji grabs your wrist gently, pulls you back down onto the pillows, and kisses you again, “There. Happy now, safety girl?”

“Very,” you whisper, legs wrapping around his hips on instinct.

He lines up, thick head nudging your entrance, and pushes in slow—inch by inch—until he bottoms out. “Still feels fucking amazing,” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “Even with the stupid condom. You’re so tight, princess… shit.”

He begins thrusting slowly, pounding into you on drag in and out making you moan out louder than you wanted to. “Bet your boring ex never made you sound like that, huh?”

“Shut up and fuck me harder, Fushiguro.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Toji’s hips snap forward hard, driving every thick inch back into you in one smooth, punishing stroke that makes you cry out. You’ve never been fucked like this. Never. Your ex was careful, quiet, polite. Toji is none of those things.

“Fuuuuck—” The moan rips out of you way too loud, “Shit—Toji—oh my god—”

“Shhh,” he hushes against your lips, but he’s grinning. His green eyes sparkling with pure frat-boy mischief even as he slams into you again. Your whimpers turn into full-on sobs of pleasure, little blubbering “ah-ah-ah”s that get louder the harder he goes. Your legs shake around his waist, heels digging into his lower back like you’re trying to pull him deeper.

Toji curses under his breath, sweat already beading on his chest. He loves it—he fucking loves how loud you are—but he also knows the dorm walls are paper-thin at 3 a.m.

One big hand slides up and clamps gently over your mouth, palm muffling the next loud moan as he leans down, forehead pressed to yours again.

“Quiet, princess,” he murmurs, “I love hearing you fall apart, but if you keep screaming like that the RA’s gonna bust in thinking I’m running a porn set. Can’t have campus security knowing how pretty you sound when you take my cock.”

You nod frantically against his palm, eyes glassy, but the second he pulls his hand away to brace himself and fuck you harder, another loud, whimpering cry rips out. “Toji—right there—fuck, please—”

He groans laughing—you just can’t seem to stay quiet when he fucks you. “So tight… so fucking wet for me… taking me so good, pretty girl.”

Toji’s rhythm turns ragged, hips snapping harder, “Never heard you this loud in all the months you’ve been glaring at me through the hallways. You always this noisy when you’re getting properly fucked?”

You can’t answer, only answering in moans, “Toji—ahh, fuck, please—” way too loud for 3 a.m. in a dorm that echoes. Your hands fly up, one fisting the sheets, the other clawing at his shoulder as your back arches. “Shit—okay, okay, I got you.” His free hand snatches the pillow again and gently presses it over your mouth as you bite the pillow hard, eyes rolling back, but even muffled the sounds spill out—high, desperate, blubbering little “mmph—mmph—Toji—” noises.

Toji leans down, forehead pressed to yours again, “That’s it… good fuckin’ girl. Look at me while you cum. Never thought my stuck-up neighbor would look this pretty falling apart on my cock.”

You come moaning loudly, your pussy clenching around him, thighs shaking violently, and you’re still whimpering and babbling nonsense into his palm while he fucks you.

He cums hard, spilling into the condom, “Goddamn,” he pants, “You’re gonna get us both written up, princess. Loudest girl I’ve ever fucked and I fucking love it.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, “But if you scream like that again I’m gonna have to stuff something in that pretty mouth… or we’re switching positions so I can fuck you into the mattress face-down.”

You’re too blissed-out to do more than laugh breathlessly and smack his chest weakly. “Still… hate you, Fushiguro.”

Yeah, right. Didn’t anyone ever tell you to never fuck the frat boy next door?

a/n: no but srsly never do that…FRAT BOYS R EVIL. they will never leave u alone when u want them to but will b no where to b found when u finally want them

[madamechrissy]

pretty please

Sukuna and Choso are your roomies and they do not understand the word privacy! constantly just walking in while you're taking a shower, taking over your bed - If they're gonna be that way, you could at least get backshots, but no! They'd rather play Mario Kart and manspread with you on the couch. Sukuna keeps throwing you off rainbow road, (rude!) which leads to your own revenge - cucking him.

pairings - choso x reader x sukuna

warnings- fingering, lots of titty worship, nipple sucking, edging, making Choso whimper, cucking tf outta Kuna in a pink chair lol, petty reader (I luv her) yandere tendencies (both boys) p in v sex, creampie, cum swallowing, ragebaiting kuna -4k

this was a commission for my baby @martianzmars ahhh this is like our fourth one!? I luv u sm!!!

art is from @/679sora on IG

Sukuna and Choso are by far the most annoying roommates a girl could have – constantly in your space, always eating all your favorite snacks, not allowing you any privacy. Shower? They’re standing in the damn bathroom talking to you, thinking you can masturbate in peace? No, they wanna come hang out in your room all the time!

Not just in the apartment either – no, they don’t even let you go anywhere without them, the couple times they have they’ve come to the parties and made sure they were on either side of you, fending off any of the men. Aside from work and classes they’re not in, the two men tag along anywhere – up to and including getting manicures.

It was pretty cute to see them get their nails painted black, and how ticklish they get when they’re getting pedicures – but to have no alone time? To have no girls nights out, no they go to those too, heaven help if a guy maybe tries to talk to you, the two of them make sure anyone who is brave enough to approach is sent off running.

You love having them around, even when the two giant men just take over your entire bed, big ass arms all heavy and weighing you down when you wake up. Maybe you wouldn’t mind that if either of them used their cocks that were pressing on either side of you, but no they just snuggle you closer, leaving you soaking wet and aching, unable to use any of your toys in peace.

Menaces, they’re menaces.

Choso is an adorable menace, a sweetheart – but menace nonetheless. Sukuna was more outspoken with how insane he was, he lived to fuck with you, once he thought it would be funny to hide your dildo collection you’re so proud of. You didn’t talk to him for a week after that, until he groveled and bought you a brand new one for your addition.

Little did you know – Sukuna had it moulded to fit his cock exactly, the thought that you were getting stretched out by his shape made it even sweeter when he heard your soft little whines. When he’d jerk it in his room, groaning and tilting his head against that wall like a pervert.

Sometimes he’d use your panties to cum, he loved when you couldn’t find them and got all upset – he even took your scrunchies because they smell like your shampoo. Okay maybe Sukuna’s a bit obsessed with you, but is Choso much better?

No, he’s not, Choso is just a little sneakier, thinking of fucking you and jerking it when he’s in the shower and you’re talking to him, trying to muffle his moans as he pictures you right on your knees.

Not that you’re aware of any of it.

Even now, they’re smushing you between them on the couch, manspread thighs against your own, you never get any space with these two.

“Hah, i’ll throw your ass right off rainbow fucking road,” Sukuna’s grinning like the psycho he is when he nudges your cart, your cute little Yoshi flying off.

“Ugh, you dick!”

“Sukuna,” Choso sighs and shakes his head. “Stop throwing her off.”

“Stop throwing her off,” you smack him with his mocking tone, getting back onto the road and speeding up. “Hah!”

“Not again!? You’re such a jerk!”

“I’ll avenge you angel,” Sukuna rolls his eyes when Choso runs Sukuna off the road, and his bowser goes flying, you snicker in laughter as Sukuna crashes out.

“Choso, my hero!”

“I’ll come fucking get the both of you,” Sukuna’s locked in, brows lowered – far too close to you now as if the couch isn’t big enough for him, his biceps flexing in a concerning ass way that makes you stop driving. “What brat, ya done?”

“I um…” you blink and focus once more, in time for Choso to lean forward, his elbow resting on your bare thigh so casually.

Casual.

You’re ovulating and losing mario kart!

“Mnh…”

They both look at you and you cover your face in embarrassment, slick dribbling down your inner thighs – you’re always wet around them but today is too fucking much, how many times a day can you change your panties? You could swear they keep coming up missing too.

“You all right angel?” Choso asks softly, tilting his head and looking at you far too closely, hand on your cheek. “You’re warm! Do you have a fever?”

“N-no,” Sukuna scoffs and yanks the remote from your hands, feeling your head for himself.

“You are warm, brat, better not be sick,” he tilts your chin up and smirks. “You lost big time, hah you suck.”

“Ugh!” You shove at him once more. “You suck! I’m fine!”

You three play another round and Sukuna won’t stop knocking you off, sending your car into a tailspin, you get so damn mad at him you toss the remote on the floor. Sukuna snorts when you cross your arms.

“Looking like a little spoiled brat.”

“I am not! You’re just rude!”

“Tch, can’t even lose a game,” you’re so irritated and so horny you can’t think right now, just glaring at the pink haired menace. “Don’t feel bad, I beat you at every single game, don’t I?”

“Sukuna stop,” Choso sets his remote down, wrapping a protective arm and tugging you against him. “Leave her alone, you’re really being a dick over it.”

“I am competitive, she’s the sore loser.”

“You’re not competitive, you’re being an ass,” you snuggle to Choso now and he blushes, your lips against his neck, tickling his skin.

“Thank you Cho,” you murmur, pressing a kiss, he sucks in a breath, hand tightening at your waist, Sukuna glares at the sight, smacking Choso’s hand right off you. “Hey!”

“You’re mad she’s snuggling to me.”

“Hah, right,” Sukuna stands up now, yanking you off Choso like the big brute he is, you kick at him and he smirks, yanking your ankle. “Think ya can hurt me, brat?”

“You’re the biggest brat there is, Ryomen Sukuna!”

“Wow, my full name – really,” you stick your tongue out and Sukuna bars you with his arms on the couch, making your breath catch. Just because he’s a dick doesn’t mean he’s not hot and ruining you with his proximity. “Admit you’re trash at Mario cart and I’ll make you feel real good, won’t have to fuck yourself tonight with your dildo collection.”

“Invasion of privacy! No, I won’t admit I suck,” you smack at his arm and then climb right onto Choso’s lap, he sucks in a breath at the action.

“Oh… Oh! Oh,” he’s gripping your waist with those big hands, dragging your heat against that bulge underneath his pants as you move your hips, his eyes darkening. “Hi.”

You giggle a bit at that, moving again, feeling Sukuna tense behind you. “Hi.”

“Get off his damn lap,” Sukuna turns your face towards him, just to get Choso smacking his hand away this time. “I’ll beat both your asses.”

“No you won’t,” Choso murmurs, turning your face to him now, thumb brushing little circles on your hip, making you even wetter. “I’ll make you feel good without you having to say you ‘suck’ at Mario cart. You don’t suck.”

“I can suck,” you whisper, leaning forward and giggling, Choso moans when you kiss his lips, and everything in your living room shifts.

It’s a desperate kiss once Choso gets a taste of you, moaning into your mouth and working your body against him, sucking in a breath, eyes fluttering shut, sucking your tongue in his mouth and rutting up against you. You whine out at it, you could almost cum from just feeling him, one of his hands entangling in his hair.

“Are you really gonna leave me out?” Sukuna asks, flipping you before you can think, now your back is pressed on Choso’s hard chest, Sukuna is kneeling, his hands pressing against your tits. You’re ovulating so bad they’re full and aching, your nipples sensitive when he brushes his thumbs on them. “You’re needy, huh brat?”

“Not for you and your Mario cart cheating tactics, mnh!” He uses a hand to tug up your shirt, your tits spilling out, earning his moan.

“Don’t want my mouth on them?” You can’t say no, not when Choso’s biting your neck, his fingers slipping up your shorts, making your thighs tremble, back arching for more of Sukuna’s touch. “Answer.”

“I am still mad at you, but I’ll let you do that,” he smirks as if he’ll get to fuck you – little does Sukuna know you take Mario Kart very seriously, and you’re planning on making your giant, pink haired roomie pay. “Mnh!”

Sukuna presses you back against Choso, grabbing your tit and wrapping his lips around the little bud, sucking it into the hot recesses of his mouth, tongue ring clicking against it and earning a soft moan. You move against Choso who whines out in response, cock licking so much sticky pre it’s drizzling against your inner thigh, his finger running over your panties.

“Ngh,” soft moans escape your lips as Sukuna sucks one nipple, the other toyed with by his thumb and forefinger, Choso’s running up and down your slit until you’re dripping wet. “Choso…”

“Even now?” Sukuna scowls and you grin, earning a sharp bite on your tit, leaving glistening teeth marks, you gasp in shock and he grins. “Marked you.”

“Freak,” you grumble, but he’s sucking your other nipple, and your hand finds its way in his pink silky hair, it’s so soft, you tug hard and he grips your tit hard, sucking it in his mouth as Choso toys your clit. “F-fuck… mnh…”

“You’re soaked baby,” Choso whispers, tilting your face to his and kissing you, messy with your tongues dripping saliva. “Like that?”

“Y-yes, ow!” Sukuna bites the fuck out of you again, earning your attention, you yank the fuck out of his hair and make him moan.

“Where’s my attention!?”

“I’m still mad, I already told you,” Sukuna tugs your shorts to the side, seeing how soaking wet you are, panties drenched.

“Already fuck yourself today?”

“Maybe,” he smirks. “Why?”

“Nothing – just that’s my cock.”

“What!?” You shove him hard, he’s chuckling and Choso’s damn near about to bust with how you wiggle. “You did not seriously? Psycho!”

“Bet you loved it,” you did, fuck him. “Could you take it all?”

“No – I mean!? Yep, hah wasn’t that -”

Before you can finish your petty lie, Sukuna’s kissing you, messy and mean with it, tongue ring clicking the roof of your mouth, you’re rocking back and forth, dying for them inside you. If you weren’t such a petty girl, maybe you’d let Sukuna slide his cock inside your cunt, where Choso’s running circles against your slick entrance – but you’re still mad about Mario Kart.

And now he’s making his cock your dildo!?

“You’re batshit insane,” you’re still kissing him though, Choso’s got your clit twitching and Sukuna’s pinching your nipples and rolling them, the simultaneous play is too much to handle. “You c-can’t just… mnh, d-do that.”

“That’s not fair, I wanna make you one,” Choso pouts as he sinks two fingers in your messy, needy cunt, you’re soaking them and quivering, sucking them up so damn easy. “Do you want one of me?”

“I do, stop biting, you dick!” Sukuna’s furious – how dare you give him all the attention when Sukuna is right there, he slips his finger down and Choso pulls his out with a wet pop, sucking on them and moaning.

Fuck he’s hot.

You’re a little lost when you realize Sukuna’s shoving two fingers deep, scissoring them in and out of your hole. “Hah your cunt is already fucked out, you must love my dick stretching your messy cunt out.”

“You w-wish,” your thighs are held up by Choso for Sukuna’s mean fingers to rock in and out of your cunt with loud squelches, your nails press into Choso’s forearms when he grips your tit, squishing it in his hand and rutting that leaky cock right on you. “Close, close… Sukuna!?”

“You thought,” he yanks his fingers out, smirking at the obscene amount dripping, slipping them right in your mouth. “Suck.”

You bob your mouth up and down his knuckles, cheeks all flushed and your eyes dazed, Sukuna moans at the sight, picturing how well you’d suck his cock, as you slip your tongue between those digits. Choso’s already fingering you again, your cheeks hollowed, eyes rolling back.

“I’ll let you cum baby,” he murmurs, Sukuna scoffs – Choso was always trying to ‘please you’ and this was no different, you’re sucking Sukuna’s fingers as his hand grips under your chin, Choso’s fingers making a mess between your thighs as you clamp down. “Go ahead, cum for me.”

“Mmph!” You’re drooling as Sukuna’s fingers go deeper, damn near choking you with them, orgasm making you squirt all over Choso’s lap, drops smacking against Sukuna’s pants, he groans at the sigh.

“Messy lil slut, look at ya, can’t handle a couple fingers?”

“Fuck off, was cummin’ for Choso,” Choso grins, his fingers easing out of your cunt with a messy pop as she keeps spasming, gushing arousal down onto the couch you’re sitting on. “Cho, come on.”

“Come where baby?”

“My room,” you stand and push past Sukuna, whose cock is so hard you can see it pressing out, he winces and has to adjust it when you’re crooking your finger. “You can watch.”

“Watch!? The fuck?”

You drag Choso – dopey grin on his face and all – giggling as you rush him to your room. “Yep.”

“I’m not just gonna watch you…” You’re stripped down right in front of them in moments, and both the boys have open mouths.

Listen, you’ve been waiting to fuck them, and cucking Sukuna seemed apt enough punishment after the shit he was pulling today. Your tits bounce when you turn to Choso, slipping off his shirt and running your fingertips across his tattooed chest, he snatches you up and kisses you, surprising you by how needy he is, you thought he may be shy.

He’s so not shy when he eagerly steps out of his pants, and you see all that white dripping through his boxers. “I am not watching.”

“You sit right there,” you point to your bright pink gaming chair, a big ass flower cushion and a plushy on it, Sukuna’s red eyes narrow – for a moment he does scare you, but not when he throws your plushy and pillow on the ground. “Hey!”

“Fuck off,” he sits in the chair and it creaks under his heavy weight, crossing his arms now. “Well, put on your little show – you’ll beg me to join.”

“You think so?”

“I know it, want all your holes filled,” his eyes drift down the curves of your body, his cock aching so badly he unzips his pants, watching your fucked out little gaze. “Like what you see?”

Who wouldn’t like that thick, veiny cock with the pierced reddened tip? Drooling white as he strokes it in front of you. Your throat goes dry as you consider if you can give him such a punishment, but you smile all mean.

“Admit you cheat at Mario Kart.”

“I don’t you brat!?”

“Then no,” you press Choso down on the bed, he’s tugging his boxers off, his pretty cock smacking his belly button, pre just dripping against that black strip of hair over his cock. “Oh… You’re so ready, aren’t you Choso?”

“Please,” he’s tugging you on him, giving Sukuna a view of your ass, your cunt gliding along Choso’s cock and dripping all over. “Oh pretty…”

He’s got a piercing too, right on his pretty pink tip, you’re running your slit right along it, hands braced on his chest, Choso's mouth wraps around your nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth. You’re whining out when he plays with the other, holding them both in his hands as you move.

“Your titties are so pretty,” he whispers, one hand slipping down to your waist, god he’s dreamed of you but not like this – gliding your cunt right on him? He could lift you and slam his cock so deep, but he also wants to let you tease him, edge him till he can’t help himself. “F-fuck… you’re so wet…”

“Rub it in,” Sukuna earns your laugh, peeking over your shoulder and arching so he has a look of your hole from the back. “I’d fuck you right in your ass first.”

“You would not!”

“Sure would, Choso can have your cunt..”

“I’ll take any hole,” you giggle again, kissing your roomie, his lips plush underneath yours, your nails press into his shoulders as his tip bumps your needy clit. “Ah! Choso…”

“Do you l-like it baby?” You nod eagerly, he’s sucking your tits again, dragging you down hard, his cock leaking more pre – so much he worries he did cum, but it’s still thickening against you. “Wanna fill you up with all my cum. Eat it out of you.”

“Mnh,” you’re leaning up now, gliding faster, watching Choso lose it, bruising your waist, his cheeks dusted with pink.

“You really gonna do all this for MARIO KART!? You’re such a petty little annoying brat.”

You glare and turn around, reverse cowgirl right on Choso’s cock, he’s whimpering and Sukuna’s stroking his cock, his lips parted as he takes in your body facing him. “You’re petty! And annoying, you never give me privacy!”

“Neither does he!?” Sukuna stands, his cock so heavy it’s just hanging, dripping on the pink fluffy rug.

“You’re making a mess, Kuna, all over my rug.”

His jaw sets, Choso’s fingers are pressing harder as he drags you up and down, gasping out. “Like you didn’t squirt on me!?”

“Can I put it in please?” Choso’s completely ignoring your spat – how can he think when he’s so close to being able to slide his cock inside your cute, soaking wet hole?

“Y-yes,” you let him lift you and grab his cock, wrapping his hand around the base, tip slipping in your hole. “Mnh!”

“Oh my god,” he drags you down in one stroke – deep inside – so much your tummy bulges for Sukuna to see, he groans at the sight, Choso lifting you and that mess of slick glistening. “You’re so f-fucking wet, god you feel so good.”

Sukuna’s gripping your hair and bending down as you ride Choso’s cock, ass bouncing up and down, nails pressing into his thighs to keep balance, he lifts your ass up and groans, fingers dimpling the plump flesh of your ass. “Making a whole show, aren’t you?”

You take your hand and swipe your thumb over Sukuna’s tip, licking it off and watching him lose it, only to rock on Choso’s cock more, feeling him hit your cervix, making you gasp out desperately. “You’re so deep, mnh!”

“Swear to god,” Sukuna’s stroking his cock when Choso sits up and puts you on all fours, slapping his heavy cock against your ass, you moan and arch, face precariously close to Sukuna’s cock. “Come on, fuck… just lemme…”

“You can jerk off near me,” You gasp out, a broken little moan spilling from your lips as Choso slams right back in, heavy balls kissing your clit, your head falling back. “You’re lucky to even get that.”

“Fuckin’ brat,” Choso’s groaning as you grip him with your gummy walls just fluttering, he can’t even focus on anything but the curve of your ass like this, the way his tip is pressing your cervix, how full his balls are.

Your thighs tremble, hands gripping the blanket, looking back at him all pretty as he splits you open on his cock. “Ch-choso… f-feels so…”

You break off talking when he shoves in hard, pinning you to him and rolling those hips – god Choso could fuck, you didn’t think he couldn’t exactly but you sure didn’t expect that. He slams again harder, pushing your face until your mouth is almost brushing Sukuna’s needy tip, just that has the six foot five man whimpering.

“Fuck… slutty lil brat,” you’d scowl or stick your tongue out but Choso’s hitting it too good, stretching you right out to his shape with messy strokes. Your mouth is open with your gasps, every stroke of Sukuna’s hand on his cock making your tummy clench any more.

“Y-you’re gonna admit you cheat,” you whisper, sucking in a breath when Choso grabs your shoulder and fucks in so deep it hurts. “Ah!”

“Stop fighting,” he whines out when you pulse around him, leaning over you and gripping your chin, turning you to him. “Just cum, lemme feel it milk me.”

Oh fuck.

You kiss him and let him rail you, as Sukuna has to watch the girl he’s jerked off to fuck his roomate – all because he just had to make her mad. He wishes it wasn’t so sexy hearing the skin smacking and your messy cunt squishing with every thrust, already about to bust like a pathetic loser.

“I’m s-sorry, fuck,” he mumbles, you pull back and Choso chuckles, slamming against you again, pushing you to arch more. “All right!? Shit you’re mean.”

“You’re s-sorry, really? Mnh!” He moans and grips your hair, jerking right in front of your face as Choso snaps his hips hard.

“Perfect cunt just gripping me, god jus’ like th-that,” he’s pussy drunk off you, he can’t help but be happy he’s inside and not in your bright pink cuck chair, or jerking it like Sukuna.

Not that he wouldn’t enjoy that too, but he’s been fisting his cock to you since the first day you met.

“M’gonna cum,” you whisper now, looking up at Sukuna and moaning, breath tickling the tip of his cock. “You’re sorry?”

“Yes, god just… can I just… cum on your tongue, fuck – I’ll let you win, n-next time just…”

You suppose you’ll take a little pity on him, opening your mouth with your little pink tongue out, letting Sukuna jerk it even closer, strings of puffy cum splattering all over your tongue, your mouth, your chin. It’s fucking filthy having it all over you as your orgasm hits, making you swallow all him up.

“Want me to cum inside your pretty lil hole?” Choso asks, you’re still swallowing Sukuna’s cum when he brushes it on your lips, stroking it so even more oozes from that little slit and decorates your lips.

You nod and arch, your nails now pressing into Sukuna’s thighs, Choso busting deep inside your cunt and all he can get is his tip grazing your damn tongue, he’s so desperate he’s happy for that. He’s groaning as he watches you get filled by Choso’s cum, your fucked out face and your crossed eyes.

“Wanna be inside next,” he mumbles, pulling back and groaning, your nails pressing into the tattoos on his muscled thighs as you tremble.

You’re flooded with Choso’s warmth, coating all your walls as he pulses, thickening even more, tip dragging on your spot over and over, making you both sensitive. “Took all that, so greedy.”

“Mhm,” you whisper, licking Sukuna’s cum off his thumb when he gathers it from your cheek, off your chin, slipping it in your mouth. “You came so much, Choso…”

“What about me you brat!?”

You grin and give him the tiniest kitten flick of your tongue on his tip, watching him jerk from just that. “I’ll maybe forgive you.”

“Maybe? Tch,” Choso pulls out of you with a messy pop, watching all his cum flood out of your hole, pushing it right out and dripping on your blankets.

“Look at all you took,” he plays with the sticky mess, fingering it right back inside and smirking at Sukuna. “I think she likes me more.”

“She does not, she’s just sadistic,” he’d be lying if he didn’t say that turned him on more. He helps you up on your knees, tilting your chin up and kissing his own cum off you, Choso’s kissing up your neck, as you feel him slipping out of you. “Evil little brat. You liked that dildo.”

“Maybe I’ll let you use it on me,” his brows lower as he glares again, Choso snorts against your neck, tugging you closer.

“Use my own dick on you!?”

“Then you can fuck me. If you’re nice.” You turn and straddle Choso again, kissing his mouth, he flicks his tongue and gathers the little bit of Sukuna’s cum off your mouth, moaning.

“Can I at least finger you, or am I still in trouble?” Sukuna pouts kind of cutely, you admit, so you nod, and let him kneel on the bed, fingering Choso’s cum back inside you.

Sukuna won’t knock you off rainbow road again.

[sadisticslut666]

The Frat Boy Next Door

cw: explicit, nudity, alcohol use, stupid frat!Toji can’t control his cock around you.

You’d always heard that college was full of unexpected adventures—late-night cramming, wild parties, and the occasional hookup. But nothing prepared you to be fresh out of the shower, locked out of your dorm room in nothing but a flimsy towel, with the universe deciding to throw Toji Fushiguro—your insufferable, cocky frat-boy neighbor—right in your face.

You knock hard, hoping your roommate miraculously isn’t at her boyfriend’s. Nothing. The hallway is dead quiet except for muffled bass leaking from somewhere down the block from frat row.

Great. Just great.

You’re weighing the humiliation of marching to the front desk like this when heavy footsteps round the corner from the stairwell.

Of course it’s him.

Toji Fushiguro—6’0” of pure frat-boy arrogance—struts into view wearing low gray sweats that hang dangerously on his hips, a black tank stretched across his chest, black hair still damp and messy from his own shower and a six-pack dangling loosely from his hands.

His eyes light up the second he sees you. From bare legs to towel knot to the death glare you’re already leveling at him. “Well fuck me,” he drawls, stopping way too close. “If this isn’t the best thing I’ve seen all semester.”

You clutch the towel tighter, nails digging into terrycloth. “Fushiguro. Fuck off.”

He doesn’t and instead leans one shoulder against the wall beside your door, effectively blocking half the hallway. “Locked out?”

“Obviously.”

“In that?” His gaze drags down, eyes never leaving your tits that spilled out from the towel. “Bold choice.”

“Spare me the commentary. Just… go get the RA or something. Do something useful for once in your life.”

He pauses and tilts his head like he’s actually considering it. Then he pockets his phone, leaning one shoulder against the wall beside your door again, and crosses his arms. “Hmm…no.” He smiles slowly, “I think I’ll stand right here and watch. Keep you a little company. You look cold. Wouldn’t want you catching a chill in nothing but that sad little towel.”

Your jaw drops for half a second before snapping shut. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just gonna stand there and perv while I freeze? Classy, Toji. Real classy.”

He shrugs, unbothered. “I’m a gentleman. Offering moral support.”

“Moral support,” you repeat, voice rising. “You’re offering to be a pervy freak, you absolute walking red flag. Do you get off on this? On making people miserable?”

“Only the cute ones who hate me,” he fires back, eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s entertaining. You get all flushed and mean. It’s adorable.”

You scoff, “Adorable? I’m not your entertainment, you overgrown man-child. Go find someone else to bother. I’m sure there’s a line of girls downstairs who’d love to stroke your massive fucking ego.”

“Massive ego, huh?” He raises a brow, clearly delighted. “You’ve been thinking about my size?”

“Shut. Up.” You take a step toward him, finger already pointing. “You’re insufferable. Arrogant. Loud. And you are the WORST dorm neighbor to have.”

“You’re feisty tonight. I like it.”

“Of course you do. You like anything that strokes your ego even a little.”

He’s still grinning, eyes locked on yours, “The RA’s out, by the way. Saw him at the liquor store on my way back. He’s probably buying more beer for the after-party. No need to get all emotional over me.”

Your blood pressure spikes so fast your cheeks flush, “Emotional? You think this is me being emotional? I’ll show you emotional you dick.”

He lifts both hands in mock surrender, still smiling like this is the best night of his life and before he could get a word out you close the distance in one furious step and jab your finger hard into the center of his chest—right over that stupid black tank stretched across muscle.

“You’re unbelievable,” you hiss, pressing harder. “A complete—”

The towel—already precariously knotted—gives one slip! It doesn’t fall all the way, but it loosens enough that the top edge dip low enough to expose more of your breasts than you wanted to. His eyes drop instantly before you yank the towel back up with your free hand, cheeks burning, but you don’t step back. Your finger is still digging into his chest, “Eyes up here, asshole,” you snap as his eyes flick back up.

“Damn, well,” he drawls, “Looks like your only options are to wait here all night—freezing your pretty ass off, hoping some drunk freshman doesn’t stumble by with their phone out—or…” He leans in, “…come back to my dorm with me.”

“The hell I’m not sleeping with you,” you spit, yanking your finger back, “I’m not going back to your dorm. There’s no way in hell I’m having sex with you, Fushiguro. Not tonight. Not ever.”

For a second he just blinks at you before throwing his head back and laughing. “Who said anything about sex?” he asks, voice dripping mock innocence. “Jesus, princess. I was just trying to be a nice neighbor and give you a hoodie. Maybe let you sit on my couch until housing gets their shit together. But damn—” He lets his eyes rake down your body again, “—the way your mind went straight there? I’d say you're the horny one not me.”

Heat floods your cheeks, “You—You absolute piece of shit. Twisting my words. You’re the one who made it sound—”

“Made it sound like what?” He steps closer—close enough your bare toes bump his sneakers. “Like I want you in my room? In my clothes? Maybe on my bed because the couch sucks?” He shrugs one shoulder, casual as anything. “Guilty. But I didn’t say dick about fucking you. That’s all you, sweetheart.”

You want to scream. You want to slap that smug look off his face. You want—You want to not be standing here half-naked, freezing. “I’d rather freeze to death,” you hiss.

“Yeah?” He raises a brow. “Suit yourself then.” He turns and keys into his room before turning around and locking eyes with your breasts and then back up to your face. “C’monn. Last chance.”

You roll your eyes before you follow, towel clutched in a death grip.

“Mi casa,” he says motioning for you to walk in first. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You step inside, immediately scanning and the room isn’t bad per se. The bed is mostly made, an organized-ish desk poster of some only fans girl you didn’t recognize. “Sit. Or stand. Whatever. You’re dripping on my floor.”

“I’m not sitting on your bed in a towel, perv.”

“Fair.” He crosses to his dresser, yanks open the top drawer, and pulls out a black hoodie. He tosses it at you without warning and you catch it one-handed, the other still glued to the towel knot.

You glare. “Turn around.”

He raises both brows and doesn’t move.

“Turn. Around,” you repeat, “And close your eyes. I’m not changing with you staring like a fucking creep.”

Toji snorts. “Princess, I’ve already seen more than most guys get on a third date. Relax.”

“I said turn around.”

He holds your stare before shrugging like it’s no big deal. “Fine. Whatever makes you feel safe.”

He turns his back to you. Broad shoulders, black tank clinging to muscle, gray sweats slung so low you can see the dimples at the base of his spine, fuck that’s hot. He plants his hands on the desk like he’s bracing himself.

“Eyes closed?” you snap.

“Yep.”

“Swear.”

“Swear on my dead goldfish.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re so fucking irritating.”

But it’s not like you have any other options. So you slip on his hoodie quickly, the fabric is warm from sitting in his drawer. You smooth it down self-consciously, hyper-aware of how bare your legs still are. Toji’s still facing away, but his head is angled just enough toward the full-length mirror leaning against the far wall.

He watched the whole thing. Didn’t even pretend not to. Saw your bare ass and tits through the reflection.

Your mouth drops open. “You absolute dog,” you hiss, crossing your arms over your chest even though the hoodie already covers you. “The fuck happened to privacy?”

“I turned around.” He shrugs as he finally pivots to face you. “Didn’t say shit about the mirror. You should know better than to trust a guy like me.”

You stare at him, mouth still agape, god, the sheer audacity of this asshole. You scoff, stepping back until your calves hit the edge of his bed, arms still crossed. “You’re disgusting, Fushiguro. If you think this is turning into some porno plot where I thank you by dropping to my knees, you’re delusional.”

But as your eyes flick down—purely to avoid his smug face—you notice it. “Oh my god,” you say, “Are you seriously hard right now?”

“Mind your business,” he mutters, one hand casually dropping to adjust his sweats—like that’s gonna hide anything. But it only draws more attention, the movement making the bulge twitch noticeably. He clears his throat, trying to play it cool. “It’s a natural reaction. You’re naked. In my room.”

You step closer, arms crossed under your chest, “Natural reaction?” you echo, voice dripping mock sympathy. “Poor baby. Can’t control yourself for five seconds? That’s honestly sad.”

“Keep talkin’ shit,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded now. “It’s only makin’ it worse.”

You glance down and yep. If anything, he’s harder. The head is pressing so insistently against the fabric you can see the exact shape of it.

“Mm. you’re still staring.”

Your eyes snap up from his crotch so fast. “I am not—”

“You are.” He takes one lazy step closer. The bulge shifts with the movement, “Got a real good view of those pretty tits bouncing when you pulled my hoodie on. Couldn’t help it.”

You want to punch and castrate the fucker. “Jesus, Fushiguro, at least pretend to be ashamed,” you snap.

“I’m sorry,” he says, holding his hands up like he’s been caught, “But you're just making it harder. Literally.”

You tilt your head, feigning innocence as you glance down again, then back up to meet his gaze. “Aww, Horny little Toji. Need a cold shower? Or should I call one of your groupies to come handle that for you? Bet they’d love to see their big bad frat boy reduced to whatever this is.”

He smirks, infuriating you more, laughing as he says, “Nah. I think I’ll just sit here and let you keep talking shit. Turns out, your bitchy little attitude is a fuckin’ turn-on. Who knew?”

You shove at his shoulder, but it’s like pushing against a wall. Toji just stands there, smirking down at you, that damn bulge still front and center. Your hand lingers for a second too long on his shoulder before you snatch it back, cheeks heating up despite yourself.

“Hands to yourself, princess,” he drawls teasingly, “Unless you’re offering to help with my… problem.”

You scoff, but your eyes betray you, flicking down again for a split second. God, it’s impossible to ignore and yeah, maybe a little impressive if you were in the mood to admit it. Which you’re not. “Help? Dream on. I’d rather watch you suffer. It’s the least you deserve after that mirror stunt.”

He laughs, stepping even closer until his thighs brush against yours. “Suffer? Nah, this is fun. You’re all worked up, wearing my shit let’s be real—you haven’t asked for pants yet. Kinda makes a guy wonder if you’re enjoying the view too.”

You narrow your eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of backing up. Instead, you plant your hands on your hips, the hoodie riding up higher. “Enjoying? Please. This is pity. You’re like a puppy humping a leg—desperate and embarrassing. Does this happen every time a girl calls you out? No wonder you blast that shitty music at 2 a.m. Gotta rub one out from all the rejection you get.”

Toji’s smirk widens as he reaches out, hooking a finger under the hem of the hoodie and tugs lightly pulling you closer. “Rejection? From you? Sweetheart, you’re the one in my room, half-dressed, poking at me like you can’t keep your hands off. If anyone’s desperate…” He trails off, eyes locking onto yours as his thumb brushes your skin, damn him.

You swat his hand away, “Touch me again and I’ll knee you right where it hurts. Bet that’d solve your little issue real quick.”

“Little?” He barks out a laugh as his hand drops to his sweats again, adjusting shamelessly, the movement making everything… obvious. “Y’know you could just admit you like riling me up. Makes two of us.” You bite your lip to stifle a laugh and and shove him again harder. He finally rocks back a step as you ignore his horny attempts at getting into your panties, “Whatever, perv. Just hand over some sweats before I decide to raid your drawer myself. And try not to cream your pants while you’re at it.”

He scoffs leaning back against his desk his biceps looking deliciously bite-able as he crosses his arms, “Go ahead—raid away. See if you can find somethin’ that fits your prissy ass.”

You yank open the bottom drawer, rifling through a mess of folded clothes. Gym shorts, more tanks, a couple of hoodies… ah, there. A pair of black sweatpants, soft and drawstring-tied, probably way too big but better than prancing around in just his hoodie like some frat-house cliché. You snatch them out, holding them up triumphantly. “These’ll do. And no, I’m not thanking you.” You shimmy into the sweats quick as you can, rolling the waistband a few times to make them fit without dragging on the floor. They’re loose on your hips as you tie the drawstring tight. Your phone buzzes beside you,

Hey girl, sry you got locked out. Staying at Satoru’s place again tonight… and probs tomorrow too lol. His twin’s out of town so we have the place to ourselves iykwim. I’d check w/ the RA! night love u!

You stare at the screen, rereading it like it’ll change. Another night? Tomorrow too? What the actual fuck. That means you’re locked out until… whenever she decides to leave Satoru’s side which won’t be for a good while. The front desk won’t do shit this late—they’ll just tell you to crash with a friend or something. And your “friends” are either at the party downstairs or scattered across campus.

“Bad news?” Toji asks, voice laced with fake concern as he saunters over, peering over your shoulder without a shred of shame. He reads the text in one glance and bursts out laughing, “Oh shit, princess. Looks like you’re stuck. No roomie rescue tonight.”

You toss your phone onto the bed, groaning as you flop back against the mattress. “This is a nightmare. I am not sleeping here. I’d rather crash on the common room couch with the mystery stains.”

He drops down beside you, the bed dipping under his weight, “Common room? With all the drunk idiots stumbling in? Nah, that’s a bad idea. You’d wake up with some freshman’s head in your lap.” He stretches out, propping himself on one elbow to look down at you, “Face it—you’re crashing here. I got a king bed. Plenty of room. I’ll even be a gentleman and stay on my side.”

You prop yourself up too, shooting him a irritated look, “Gentleman? You? The guy who just spied on me changing. Yeah, right. What’s the catch, Fushiguro? You gonna try slipping it in me in the middle of the night?”

“Not unless you ask…But if you end up cuddling me in your sleep, that’s on you. And hey, if you need help warming up…” He reaches out, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear “C’mon, princess. I’ll even sleep on the floor if you’re that scared of catchin’ feelings.”

You swat his hand away, “Feelings? Please. I’d catch an STD first.”

His gaze dips to where the sweats hug your hips, then back up. “Just say the word.”

You grab a pillow and smack him with it, “In your dreams, perv. Fine, I’ll stay—but only because I have no choice. Touch me and you’re dead. Got it?”

His legs spread wide trying to adjust his insistent hard on, “Deal.” He grins satisfied. “Now, want a beer? Might help you relax.”

You sigh, flopping back onto the bed. “God, yes. But only if you promise to keep your dick in your pants.”

“No promises,” he says, cracking open the six-pack. “But I’ll try.”

He hands you a cold can, popping the tab for you. You snatch it, taking a long swig to drown out the absurdity of this whole night. Toji cracks his own, chugging half in one go before settling back against the headboard, one arm slung behind his head.

You crawl over, settling against the wall, pulling the covers up over your legs as you take another sip. The sheets smell like him, hints of weed and the cologne he wears. Annoying how it’s not gross. Toji slides in on the other side, the mattress dipping again, his broad frame taking up way too much space even in a king. He kills the overhead light, leaving just the soft glow from a desk lamp.

You fidget, staring at the ceiling, then glancing around the dim room. The OnlyFans poster on the wall. A stack of protein shakes on the shelf. His sneakers kicked off by the door. It’s all so…not what you'd expected from a frat boy, well, except for the poster of the model.

Toji catches you looking, propping his head on one hand. “What?”

You hesitate, cheeks already warming for no reason. “I… kinda like to sleep holding something in my hands. Like… a pillow or…”

“Or a stuffed animal?” he finishes for you. Well great, this is embarrassing, you think to yourself.

Your face ignites. “NO! No, I just—just, ugh, yes, fine! I just have one that my dad gave me. And I always sleep with it and it’s fine, I don’t have to, I just—”

Before you can ramble yourself into a deeper hole, Toji reaches behind his own pillow without a word and pulls out a soft white bunny plush. He tosses it lightly in your direction.

You catch it reflexively, blinking down at it. Your embarrassment fades as you hold it. Compassion sneaks in for this idiot frat boy who’s seen your tits and ass tonight, popped a boner like a teenager, and is now… being kind of sweet? In his own asshole way. Damn it. You glance from the bunny to Toji, you were taken aback by his unexpectedly decent behavior. You hug the bunny to your chest without thinking, fingers sinking into the plush. “Are you sure? You don’t… need it to sleep or—?”

“Nah. That’s not mine.”

You immediately chuck it back at his face. “I don’t want to sleep with something your ex or some girl you fucked in here left behind, you gross—”

He catches it one-handed, laughing “Chill, princess. It’s my baby cousin’s. She left it here when my family came to visit last month. Kid’s obsessed with bunnies. I just forgot to give it back.”

He holds it out again, this time more gently, “Here, take it.”

You stare at it for a beat, then take it back, “Oh. Okay. Thanks.” You pause, squeezing the ears absently. “Do you have a big family?”

Toji takes a long pull from his beer, shrugging one shoulder. “I guess? Three baby cousins—Naoya, Maki n’ Mai, annoying as hell. One uncle who’s a walking headache. The rest of the clan I was born into… I don’t talk to most of ‘em. Haven’t in years.”

You glance at him sideways as you sip your beer,

“…That sucks,” you say finally.

He snorts softly. “Yeah. Life’s a bitch.” he says, taking another swig. As you continue to make more observations about him. “Didn’t peg you for the family-visit type. Thought you’d be too busy… I don’t know, bench-pressing or doing sorority girls or whatever frat boys do.” He snorts, setting his empty can on the nightstand. “Bench-pressing? Nah, that’s for show-offs. I save my energy for better things.” His gaze slides to you, lingering on your lips, “Like dealing with bitchy neighbors who end up in my bed.”

You smack his arm with the bunny’s ear, laughing despite yourself. “Shut up. This is temporary.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you wanna tell yourself.” he murmurs, but he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, actually giving you privacy this time. Wow, I guess this frat boy isn’t so bad.

“Night, princess.”

You squeeze the bunny tighter. “…Night, perv.”

a/n: PART 2 W SMUT COMING FRIDAYYYY

[sadisticslut666]

The Frat Boy Next Door

cw: explicit, nudity, alcohol use, stupid frat boy!Toji can’t control his cock around you.

You’d always heard that college was full of unexpected adventures—late-night cramming, wild parties, and the occasional hookup. But nothing prepared you to be fresh out of the shower, locked out of your dorm room in nothing but a flimsy towel, with the universe deciding to throw Toji Fushiguro—your insufferable, cocky frat-boy neighbor—right in your face.

You knock hard, hoping your roommate miraculously isn’t at her boyfriend’s. Nothing. The hallway is dead quiet except for muffled bass leaking from somewhere down the block from frat row.

Great. Just great.

You’re weighing the humiliation of marching to the front desk like this when heavy footsteps round the corner from the stairwell.

Of course it’s him.

Toji Fushiguro—6’0” of pure frat-boy arrogance—struts into view wearing low gray sweats that hang dangerously on his hips, a black tank stretched across his chest, black hair still damp and messy from his own shower and a six-pack dangling loosely from his hands.

His eyes light up the second he sees you. From bare legs to towel knot to the death glare you’re already leveling at him. “Well fuck me,” he drawls, stopping way too close. “If this isn’t the best thing I’ve seen all semester.”

You clutch the towel tighter, nails digging into terrycloth. “Fushiguro. Fuck off.”

He doesn’t and instead leans one shoulder against the wall beside your door, effectively blocking half the hallway. “Locked out?”

“Obviously.”

“In that?” His gaze drags down, eyes never leaving your tits that spilled out from the towel. “Bold choice.”

“Spare me the commentary. Just… go get the RA or something. Do something useful for once in your life.”

He pauses and tilts his head like he’s actually considering it. Then he pockets his phone, leaning one shoulder against the wall beside your door again, and crosses his arms. “Hmm…no.” He smiles slowly, “I think I’ll stand right here and watch. Keep you a little company. You look cold. Wouldn’t want you catching a chill in nothing but that sad little towel.”

Your jaw drops for half a second before snapping shut. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just gonna stand there and perv while I freeze? Classy, Toji. Real classy.”

He shrugs, unbothered. “I’m a gentleman. Offering moral support.”

“Moral support,” you repeat, voice rising. “You’re offering to be a pervy freak, you absolute walking red flag. Do you get off on this? On making people miserable?”

“Only the cute ones who hate me,” he fires back, eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s entertaining. You get all flushed and mean. It’s adorable.”

You scoff, “Adorable? I’m not your entertainment, you overgrown man-child. Go find someone else to bother. I’m sure there’s a line of girls downstairs who’d love to stroke your massive fucking ego.”

“Massive ego, huh?” He raises a brow, clearly delighted. “You’ve been thinking about my size?”

“Shut. Up.” You take a step toward him, finger already pointing. “You’re insufferable. Arrogant. Loud. And you are the WORST dorm neighbor to have.”

“You’re feisty tonight. I like it.”

“Of course you do. You like anything that strokes your ego even a little.”

He’s still grinning, eyes locked on yours, “The RA’s out, by the way. Saw him at the liquor store on my way back. He’s probably buying more beer for the after-party. No need to get all emotional over me.”

Your blood pressure spikes so fast your cheeks flush, “Emotional? You think this is me being emotional? I’ll show you emotional you dick.”

He lifts both hands in mock surrender, still smiling like this is the best night of his life and before he could get a word out you close the distance in one furious step and jab your finger hard into the center of his chest—right over that stupid black tank stretched across muscle.

“You’re unbelievable,” you hiss, pressing harder. “A complete—”

The towel—already precariously knotted—gives one slip! It doesn’t fall all the way, but it loosens enough that the top edge dip low enough to expose more of your breasts than you wanted to. His eyes drop instantly before you yank the towel back up with your free hand, cheeks burning, but you don’t step back. Your finger is still digging into his chest, “Eyes up here, asshole,” you snap as his eyes flick back up.

“Damn, well,” he drawls, “Looks like your only options are to wait here all night—freezing your pretty ass off, hoping some drunk freshman doesn’t stumble by with their phone out—or…” He leans in, “…come back to my dorm with me.”

“The hell I’m not sleeping with you,” you spit, yanking your finger back, “I’m not going back to your dorm. There’s no way in hell I’m having sex with you, Fushiguro. Not tonight. Not ever.”

For a second he just blinks at you before throwing his head back and laughing. “Who said anything about sex?” he asks, voice dripping mock innocence. “Jesus, princess. I was just trying to be a nice neighbor and give you a hoodie. Maybe let you sit on my couch until housing gets their shit together. But damn—” He lets his eyes rake down your body again, “—the way your mind went straight there? I’d say you're the horny one not me.”

Heat floods your cheeks, “You—You absolute piece of shit. Twisting my words. You’re the one who made it sound—”

“Made it sound like what?” He steps closer—close enough your bare toes bump his sneakers. “Like I want you in my room? In my clothes? Maybe on my bed because the couch sucks?” He shrugs one shoulder, casual as anything. “Guilty. But I didn’t say dick about fucking you. That’s all you, sweetheart.”

You want to scream. You want to slap that smug look off his face. You want—You want to not be standing here half-naked, freezing. “I’d rather freeze to death,” you hiss.

“Yeah?” He raises a brow. “Suit yourself then.” He turns and keys into his room before turning around and locking eyes with your breasts and then back up to your face. “C’monn. Last chance.”

You roll your eyes before you follow, towel clutched in a death grip.

“Mi casa,” he says motioning for you to walk in first. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You step inside, immediately scanning and the room isn’t bad per se. The bed is mostly made, an organized-ish desk poster of some only fans girl you didn’t recognize. “Sit. Or stand. Whatever. You’re dripping on my floor.”

“I’m not sitting on your bed in a towel, perv.”

“Fair.” He crosses to his dresser, yanks open the top drawer, and pulls out a black hoodie. He tosses it at you without warning and you catch it one-handed, the other still glued to the towel knot.

You glare. “Turn around.”

He raises both brows and doesn’t move.

“Turn. Around,” you repeat, “And close your eyes. I’m not changing with you staring like a fucking creep.”

Toji snorts. “Princess, I’ve already seen more than most guys get on a third date. Relax.”

“I said turn around.”

He holds your stare before shrugging like it’s no big deal. “Fine. Whatever makes you feel safe.”

He turns his back to you. Broad shoulders, black tank clinging to muscle, gray sweats slung so low you can see the dimples at the base of his spine, fuck that’s hot. He plants his hands on the desk like he’s bracing himself.

“Eyes closed?” you snap.

“Yep.”

“Swear.”

“Swear on my dead goldfish.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re so fucking irritating.”

But it’s not like you have any other options. So you slip on his hoodie quickly, the fabric is warm from sitting in his drawer. You smooth it down self-consciously, hyper-aware of how bare your legs still are. Toji’s still facing away, but his head is angled just enough toward the full-length mirror leaning against the far wall.

He watched the whole thing. Didn’t even pretend not to. Saw your bare ass and tits through the reflection.

Your mouth drops open. “You absolute dog,” you hiss, crossing your arms over your chest even though the hoodie already covers you. “The fuck happened to privacy?”

“I turned around.” He shrugs as he finally pivots to face you. “Didn’t say shit about the mirror. You should know better than to trust a guy like me.”

You stare at him, mouth still agape, god, the sheer audacity of this asshole. You scoff, stepping back until your calves hit the edge of his bed, arms still crossed. “You’re disgusting, Fushiguro. If you think this is turning into some porno plot where I thank you by dropping to my knees, you’re delusional.”

But as your eyes flick down—purely to avoid his smug face—you notice it. “Oh my god,” you say, “Are you seriously hard right now?”

“Mind your business,” he mutters, one hand casually dropping to adjust his sweats—like that’s gonna hide anything. But it only draws more attention, the movement making the bulge twitch noticeably. He clears his throat, trying to play it cool. “It’s a natural reaction. You’re naked. In my room.”

You step closer, arms crossed under your chest, “Natural reaction?” you echo, voice dripping mock sympathy. “Poor baby. Can’t control yourself for five seconds? That’s honestly sad.”

“Keep talkin’ shit,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded now. “It’s only makin’ it worse.”

You glance down and yep. If anything, he’s harder. The head is pressing so insistently against the fabric you can see the exact shape of it.

“Mm. you’re still staring.”

Your eyes snap up from his crotch so fast. “I am not—”

“You are.” He takes one lazy step closer. The bulge shifts with the movement, “Got a real good view of those pretty tits bouncing when you pulled my hoodie on. Couldn’t help it.”

You want to punch and castrate the fucker. “Jesus, Fushiguro, at least pretend to be ashamed,” you snap.

“I’m sorry,” he says, holding his hands up like he’s been caught, “But you're just making it harder. Literally.”

You tilt your head, feigning innocence as you glance down again, then back up to meet his gaze. “Aww, Horny little Toji. Need a cold shower? Or should I call one of your groupies to come handle that for you? Bet they’d love to see their big bad frat boy reduced to whatever this is.”

He smirks, infuriating you more, laughing as he says, “Nah. I think I’ll just sit here and let you keep talking shit. Turns out, your bitchy little attitude is a fuckin’ turn-on. Who knew?”

You shove at his shoulder, but it’s like pushing against a wall. Toji just stands there, smirking down at you, that damn bulge still front and center. Your hand lingers for a second too long on his shoulder before you snatch it back, cheeks heating up despite yourself.

“Hands to yourself, princess,” he drawls teasingly, “Unless you’re offering to help with my… problem.”

You scoff, but your eyes betray you, flicking down again for a split second. God, it’s impossible to ignore and yeah, maybe a little impressive if you were in the mood to admit it. Which you’re not. “Help? Dream on. I’d rather watch you suffer. It’s the least you deserve after that mirror stunt.”

He laughs, stepping even closer until his thighs brush against yours. “Suffer? Nah, this is fun. You’re all worked up, wearing my shit let’s be real—you haven’t asked for pants yet. Kinda makes a guy wonder if you’re enjoying the view too.”

You narrow your eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of backing up. Instead, you plant your hands on your hips, the hoodie riding up higher. “Enjoying? Please. This is pity. You’re like a puppy humping a leg—desperate and embarrassing. Does this happen every time a girl calls you out? No wonder you blast that shitty music at 2 a.m. Gotta rub one out from all the rejection you get.”

Toji’s smirk widens as he reaches out, hooking a finger under the hem of the hoodie and tugs lightly pulling you closer. “Rejection? From you? Sweetheart, you’re the one in my room, half-dressed, poking at me like you can’t keep your hands off. If anyone’s desperate…” He trails off, eyes locking onto yours as his thumb brushes your skin, damn him.

You swat his hand away, “Touch me again and I’ll knee you right where it hurts. Bet that’d solve your little issue real quick.”

“Little?” He barks out a laugh as his hand drops to his sweats again, adjusting shamelessly, the movement making everything… obvious. “Y’know you could just admit you like riling me up. Makes two of us.” You bite your lip to stifle a laugh and and shove him again harder. He finally rocks back a step as you ignore his horny attempts at getting into your panties, “Whatever, perv. Just hand over some sweats before I decide to raid your drawer myself. And try not to cream your pants while you’re at it.”

He scoffs leaning back against his desk his biceps looking deliciously bite-able as he crosses his arms, “Go ahead—raid away. See if you can find somethin’ that fits your prissy ass.”

You yank open the bottom drawer, rifling through a mess of folded clothes. Gym shorts, more tanks, a couple of hoodies… ah, there. A pair of black sweatpants, soft and drawstring-tied, probably way too big but better than prancing around in just his hoodie like some frat-house cliché. You snatch them out, holding them up triumphantly. “These’ll do. And no, I’m not thanking you.” You shimmy into the sweats quick as you can, rolling the waistband a few times to make them fit without dragging on the floor. They’re loose on your hips as you tie the drawstring tight. Your phone buzzes beside you,

Hey girl, sry you got locked out. Staying at Satoru’s place again tonight… and probs tomorrow too lol. His twin’s out of town so we have the place to ourselves iykwim. I’d check w/ the RA! night love u!

You stare at the screen, rereading it like it’ll change. Another night? Tomorrow too? What the actual fuck. That means you’re locked out until… whenever she decides to leave Satoru’s side which won’t be for a good while. The front desk won’t do shit this late—they’ll just tell you to crash with a friend or something. And your “friends” are either at the party downstairs or scattered across campus.

“Bad news?” Toji asks, voice laced with fake concern as he saunters over, peering over your shoulder without a shred of shame. He reads the text in one glance and bursts out laughing, “Oh shit, princess. Looks like you’re stuck. No roomie rescue tonight.”

You toss your phone onto the bed, groaning as you flop back against the mattress. “This is a nightmare. I am not sleeping here. I’d rather crash on the common room couch with the mystery stains.”

He drops down beside you, the bed dipping under his weight, “Common room? With all the drunk idiots stumbling in? Nah, that’s a bad idea. You’d wake up with some freshman’s head in your lap.” He stretches out, propping himself on one elbow to look down at you, “Face it—you’re crashing here. I got a king bed. Plenty of room. I’ll even be a gentleman and stay on my side.”

You prop yourself up too, shooting him a irritated look, “Gentleman? You? The guy who just spied on me changing. Yeah, right. What’s the catch, Fushiguro? You gonna try slipping it in me in the middle of the night?”

“Not unless you ask…But if you end up cuddling me in your sleep, that’s on you. And hey, if you need help warming up…” He reaches out, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear “C’mon, princess. I’ll even sleep on the floor if you’re that scared of catchin’ feelings.”

You swat his hand away, “Feelings? Please. I’d catch an STD first.”

His gaze dips to where the sweats hug your hips, then back up. “Just say the word.”

You grab a pillow and smack him with it, “In your dreams, perv. Fine, I’ll stay—but only because I have no choice. Touch me and you’re dead. Got it?”

His legs spread wide trying to adjust his insistent hard on, “Deal.” He grins satisfied. “Now, want a beer? Might help you relax.”

You sigh, flopping back onto the bed. “God, yes. But only if you promise to keep your dick in your pants.”

“No promises,” he says, cracking open the six-pack. “But I’ll try.”

He hands you a cold can, popping the tab for you. You snatch it, taking a long swig to drown out the absurdity of this whole night. Toji cracks his own, chugging half in one go before settling back against the headboard, one arm slung behind his head.

You crawl over, settling against the wall, pulling the covers up over your legs as you take another sip. The sheets smell like him, hints of weed and the cologne he wears. Annoying how it’s not gross. Toji slides in on the other side, the mattress dipping again, his broad frame taking up way too much space even in a king. He kills the overhead light, leaving just the soft glow from a desk lamp.

You fidget, staring at the ceiling, then glancing around the dim room. The OnlyFans poster on the wall. A stack of protein shakes on the shelf. His sneakers kicked off by the door. It’s all so…not what you'd expected from a frat boy, well, except for the poster of the model.

Toji catches you looking, propping his head on one hand. “What?”

You hesitate, cheeks already warming for no reason. “I… kinda like to sleep holding something in my hands. Like… a pillow or…”

“Or a stuffed animal?” he finishes for you. Well great, this is embarrassing, you think to yourself.

Your face ignites. “NO! No, I just—just, ugh, yes, fine! I just have one that my dad gave me. And I always sleep with it and it’s fine, I don’t have to, I just—”

Before you can ramble yourself into a deeper hole, Toji reaches behind his own pillow without a word and pulls out a soft white bunny plush. He tosses it lightly in your direction.

You catch it reflexively, blinking down at it. Your embarrassment fades as you hold it. Compassion sneaks in for this idiot frat boy who’s seen your tits and ass tonight, popped a boner like a teenager, and is now… being kind of sweet? In his own asshole way. Damn it. You glance from the bunny to Toji, you were taken aback by his unexpectedly decent behavior. You hug the bunny to your chest without thinking, fingers sinking into the plush. “Are you sure? You don’t… need it to sleep or—?”

“Nah. That’s not mine.”

You immediately chuck it back at his face. “I don’t want to sleep with something your ex or some girl you fucked in here left behind, you gross—”

He catches it one-handed, laughing “Chill, princess. It’s my baby cousin’s. She left it here when my family came to visit last month. Kid’s obsessed with bunnies. I just forgot to give it back.”

He holds it out again, this time more gently, “Here, take it.”

You stare at it for a beat, then take it back, “Oh. Okay. Thanks.” You pause, squeezing the ears absently. “Do you have a big family?”

Toji takes a long pull from his beer, shrugging one shoulder. “I guess? Three baby cousins—Naoya, Maki n’ Mai, annoying as hell. One uncle who’s a walking headache. The rest of the clan I was born into… I don’t talk to most of ‘em. Haven’t in years.”

You glance at him sideways as you sip your beer, “…That sucks,” you say finally.

He snorts softly. “Yeah. Life’s a bitch.” he says, taking another swig. As you continue to make more observations about him. “Didn’t peg you for the family-visit type. Thought you’d be too busy… I don’t know, bench-pressing or doing sorority girls or whatever frat boys do.” He snorts, setting his empty can on the nightstand. “Bench-pressing? Nah, that’s for show-offs. I save my energy for better things.” His gaze slides to you, lingering on your lips, “Like dealing with bitchy neighbors who end up in my bed.”

You smack his arm with the bunny’s ear, laughing despite yourself. “Shut up. This is temporary.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you wanna tell yourself.” he murmurs, but he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, actually giving you privacy this time. Wow, I guess this frat boy isn’t so bad.

“Night, princess.”

You squeeze the bunny tighter. “…Night, perv.”

a/n: PART 2 W SMUT COMING FRIDAYYYY