⭑.ᐟ tags: katsuki bakugo, x black reader, vacay setting, he's a sweetie but also a freak, smut, fluff, 'mama.'
⭑.ᐟ he helps you pack and makes sure that you have everything (you don’t even have to ask him).
⭑.ᐟ he doesn't mind loading up your suitcase and bags in the car for you.
“nah mama don’t worry, i got it.”
⭑.ᐟ you always mention that you two can split up the driving, but he insists that he doesn’t mind driving the whole way.
⭑.ᐟ he knows you like privacy and quiet, so instead of staying at a crowded resort, he rents out a beautiful beach house just for the two of you.
⭑.ᐟ he wanted to surprise you with it, so he was very relieved to see you taken away. it was in the perfect spot. no one could bother you guys there.
⭑.ᐟ katsuki picked out and bought all of your cute swim sets.
⭑.ᐟ he even painted your toenails for you.
⭑.ᐟ when you came out of the bathroom, all ready to go to the beach, he could not take his eyes off you.
⭑.ᐟ you watch how he stops dead in his tracks, and his eyes slowly linger from your head allll the way down to your pretty toes, taking a mental picture of you.
⭑.ᐟ he loved how well your bikini top hugged your beautiful breasts.
⭑.ᐟ katsuki doesn't let you guys head out until he takes a video of you clapping your ass on his face, while his tongue is deep in your pussy.
⭑.ᐟ every time you squirt and cum on his tongue, he removes it and sticks it out to show the camera the mess you made.
⭑.ᐟ in the hot tub, dry humping is a must!
⭑.ᐟ he loves grabbing your hips and grinding you on his dick through his swim trunks.
⭑.ᐟ he would not stop eating your pussy and ass on this trip.
⭑.ᐟ like you could be doing your makeup or cooking, and here he comes, getting on his knees and pulling up your sundress.
⭑.ᐟ katsuki loves taking videos of him spreading your pussy open with his fingers.
⭑.ᐟ while you're outside reading in the sun, he would come and pick you up and place you right back on his lap.
⭑.ᐟ he likes to distract you by making you feel him get hard under you.
⭑.ᐟ there are soo many pics of you (and your ass) in his camera roll.
⭑.ᐟ and yes, you guys did have sex on the beach during sunset cause it's very romantic, and why not?
yes this is lowkey self indugent cause kiki is my man, and yes im on spring break rn hehe.
summary: during your 3rd year at UA, you get closer to a certain grumpy guy.
warnings: classmates to lovers, shared spaces (dorms), suggestive themes, boner mention, swearing, mina being a menace, possessive bakugou (kinda?);
a/n: hope you guys like this little smau! reblogs/comments feed my soul... art/meme credits to the original creators! part 2 might come at the end of the week.
don’t get him wrong, denki loved fucking you. he loved throwing your legs over his shoulders and pounding you endlessly. or better yet, having you bent over while his long fingers squeeze and smack your ass.
but… even better?
you on top of him, slowly gliding his pre-cum leaking tip through your wet folds before sinking down onto him,
“ooo.. fuckkk…”
and oh your moans are so sexy whenever you ride him. almost sexier than the way your fingers wrap around his throat, pulling him in for wet kisses before you bounce your ass on him.
“just like that mama… shitt!…”
“like that~..?”
you go faster, the sound of your creamy walls clamping down on him filling the room and competing with the pretty moans that spill out his mouth.
“fuck yes… please… don’t fuckin’ stop…”
and you have him right where you want him, his hips threatening to slam up into you as you ride him harder— letting him know you’re in control right now.
when you watch him? he’s almost crying, you already giving him 2 orgasms at this point. his biceps flex as he grabs on you, his hands gripping your ass and holding onto your hips. spills of “ohh fuck baby~..” and “right theree..” fall from his helpless mouth as you work him.
“tell me how good it feels, baby..”
your hand tightens around his neck and you swear you feel him twitch inside you like he’s already about to cum… again.
“feels so good baby… wanna nut in you so bad… oo fuckk, put that fuckin’ pussy on me..”
the restraint fully leaves his body as his hips meet your harsh movements, his tip knocking up into your g-spot as you ride him. a loud moan rips through your throat, your eyes rolling almost pornographically and nearly making him cum at the sight.
“fuckk, baby..! yess… talk t’ me please…”
“so fuckin’ sexy— look so pretty on my dick… mm~..! love this pussy so much..”
you feel your orgasm building up in your stomach as you ride him faster— and he whines.
“oh i’m gonna cum… please, ma— wanna nut in you so bad..”
you get right in his ear as you lean forward to ride him better,
“nut in me, let it out… ‘want your cum in my pussy..”
just like that, he shoots his third load in you as he moans so loudly in his dorm bedroom that probably woke up his poor roommate in the bedroom over.
hanta, the roomate in question? already put his headphones on max volume, while practically forcing himself to just go to sleep and just letting denki have it. he’s cussed him out enough times.
𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | smut :: p in v :: nerd!reader? :: degrading :: hair pulling :: swearing :: dom!toji :: spanking :: nicknames .
WHEN TOJI saw how intelligent you were, he couldn’t get enough of the idea of fucking you till you were too dumb to even answer a question.
“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t you handle it?” He mocked, he had you bent over the bed, pounding deep into you.
You couldn’t even reply, the only sounds coming from your lips were moans, tears streaming down your face from just the sensation of him buried inside you. He laughs lowly, a smug expression on his face. “Poor baby.”
He grabs your hair, tugging it back, your spine arching into the mattress. “Too fucking dumb to even answer me, huh?” He groaned deeply, his thrusts only becoming more erratic from the sounds of your innocent whines. “Mhhmm..” you moaned out, words failed on your tongue.
Your whole body jolted forward with each thrust, the headboard repeatedly tapping against the wall. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room.
Your breathing became uneven as you felt your climax reaching you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched tight around his cock. “Not yet..” he ordered, but his movements didn’t slow down, you whined in disapproval, trying hard to push back your orgasm till he said otherwise.
But the way his tip continually hit against that perfect spot inside you, made it hard to hold back. Your pussy gripped around him, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore, your orgasm pushing over. Your walls fluttered around him as your body trembled, a loud moan reaching his ears.
“Stupid girl, did i say to finish yet?” He grunts, a punishing slap meeting against your ass, leaving a red mark blooming across your cheek. “Head so empty you can’t follow instructions either, isn’t that right?” He says his breath hitching as his own orgasm caught up to him.
You nod your head frantically, your body sensitive from your previous orgasm but he didn’t stop till he was done. He grabs your chin, forcing your head towards him. “Use your words.”
“Yes..” you sighed out, he spanked your ass again before soothing it over with his palm. Only a few moments later, his orgasm caught up to him. His head tipping back as he buried himself deep inside you. Ropes of thick release filling you to the brim as a groan escaped his throat.
He let out a sigh of relief, pulling his softening cock out of you, both of your releases spilling out your entrance, dripping down your shaking thighs. He leans over kissing your temple possessively. “My dumb princess, hm..”
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Me as soon as the fic mentions “Y/N” only for it to be described as an OC, being extremely submissive and childish or uses some dumbass pet-name like “puppy”🥀🥀
Bakugo manspreads on purpose so you can sit on him btw.
You can’t even remeber the last time you sat on an actual chair when he’s around.
This bitch is always plotting on you and it makes you sick LMAO.
Bakugo loves LOVES your body on top of him. You’re not heavy to him at all, just like his own personal plushie to hold
And if you’re a bigger girl, even better. He likes the weight on him.
It really is attractive though, he even tries to make himself look more inviting by subtly doing the hip adjustment move whenever you look at him.
Some days he’ll even sit obnoxiously on the huge wide couch and move stuff around so the only area you have is his lap.
Like now.
“Really.”
His little smug ass smirk while his arms are spread just as wide as his legs makes you pop your hip out and scoff, “Should I sit on the floor or…?”
Bakugo doesn’t speak, but takes your waist and guides you down on your rightful throne: his lap.
HOWEVERR…it’s quite difficult to enjoy your sweet treat after dinner on his lap when you feel something firm against your lower back.
“You’re kidding….” Your voice flattened at him, hips stiffened already knowing what is uncomfortably laying against you from behind, “Why are you hard?”
Bakugo doesn’t respond, purposefully ignoring you while doomscrolling on his phone, he just shrugs making you put your bowl down on the coffee table in annoyance. He really didn’t mean to get turned on by your soft ass against him, but he couldn’t help but notice how your body jerked whenever he would tell you something directly in your ear.
And he definitely wouldn’t do that on purpose knowing your sweet spot is on your ear, no no.
Like right now the way he ignores your complaints about his hard dick and starts to kiss your neck and your cheek, no way he wouldn’t be doing it to shut you up.
And the way how his tongue quickly licks the shell of your ear before he kisses behind it, pulling you closer when that sweet little noise slip out your mouth, no way he’d do that to calm you down.
Nuh uh, he wouldn’t dare take advantage of the situation to assist grinding you against him for a makeout session.
No way, Bakugo would stoop that low at all, because he loves having you sit on his lap.
another excerpt from my bully!gojo x f!reader x “savior”!geto … I’m still not done. I’m around 4k words now 😭 JUST A REMINDER THAT THIS IS A DEAD DOVE FIC… but I don’t have the complete tags/warnings yet. just know that when I mean bully, I mean HEINOUS BULLYING—EVEN CRIMINAL. this is for all the girls that wanted reader to end up with suguru in this fic. interact with this post to be added to the taglist.
You look up at him, his irises are no longer that beautiful shade of baby blue. Now, it's darker—much more sinister, and you know exactly what that means. If you don't give him what he wants, he'll start to take.
"But Satoru..." you pout, trying to gain back his affection, kind of hoping he'll just drown you in cuteness aggression.
Much to your dismay, it doesn't happen. You gasp as his slim fingers grip your forearm tightly to ungracefully prop you on his lap. "Aw? What's wrong?" he says in that tone so carefully laced with condecension that only the person it's directed at would catch.
He keeps you close to him, almost painfully, as you try to thrash in his grip. "It'll only hurt more if you keep resisting, y'know that, right, pretty?" he coos more the nth time.
"I don't want to do this, Satoru!" you scream in panic.
"Do what, angel face?" he feigns innocence, "C'mon, tell me, if you don't then I really won't stop."
The mean bastard taps your cheek with an open palm thrice, almost to mock a harsh slap on your untouched skin. "Not gonna tell me?"
You finally scramble and yell, "I don't want to have sex!"
He smirks, "Oh? But that's not what I was planning, pretty girl." You mewl involuntarily in confusion. It's a weird reaction, but really, the situation is much more preculiar.
Satoru snickers and spreads your legs over his thighs with your back to his chest. He traps you against the desk and removes your bottoms in one swift motion. Your shorts land on the floor faster than you can process anything that he's done in the last two minutes. The speed of his ministrations is dizzying—uncanny.
Synopsis: you don’t know he’s got a big crush on you, and he finds out you’re quite inexperienced so he offers to help you gain some.
Fanart by @/youKa.i on insta/tiktok
I hope you enjoy! -> on ao3 as well!!
Moodboard here (ignore this if you want)
Wc: 7.4k
Cw: Non canon au. Office au. No physical description of y/n other than clothes and hair (just a brief mention). Short plot. teaching you to kiss. Thumb sucking. Talking you through it. Pubic hairs. Virgin!reader. Introvert!Toji. Soft dom!Toji. Dacryphilia. Once again you’ve got a deep dish. Spooning. Prone bone. Headlocks. Make outs. Multiple orgasms. Dry humping. Thigh riding. Pussy eating. Fingering. Clit play. Creampie. Unprotected. Big dick!Toji. Size kink. Size difference. Breath play. Cervix fucking. Squirting. Second hand embarrassment (very brief). He wears glasses.
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It’s been three dreadful years since you got this job. Same boring routine. Your alarm, panging heavily. Screeching. 05:37. An oddly specific time but nonetheless. Your front flat on the bed. Head buried in the satin pillow. An arm underneath it. Your eyes groggy, crust filled, you raise one arm above your laying body and smack the sounding thing, hard. It stops.
You need exactly twenty three minutes to yourself in the morning before you begin your day. Twenty three minutes of silence. You turn over. Back now against the ruffled sheets.
Staring at the ceiling above you. Your curtains slightly ajar, a distant car engine coming to life. The headlights, illuminating. Small patterns of light reflect onto your ceiling. Various shapes.
Lifting a hand into the air slowly, you’re tracing the patterns you see. Index finger pointed, swirling circles, rectangles. A sharp edge, you trace out. Your arm, stretching further away from you.
05:43
You glance at the alarm clock. Bright red font staring back at you. You restlessly bring your arm back down, it lands in a small plop. You close your eyes briefly, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.
You grab your phone by your bedside. Tapping the screen, 05:45. You scroll through your socials, emails and skim read your schedule on your calendar.
Minutes go by as the time finally reads 06:00. You reluctantly sit up, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress. Hands planted on either side of it, you push yourself up with a small grunt. You enter your bathroom, marble dark green tiled walls and a few small plant pots decorated the room.
A red toothbrush in a white mug next to your small sink. You brush your teeth and shower all under thirty minutes. You find a professional business-casual outfit in your closet. A yellow cashmere sweater, paired with indigo straight legged jeans and red bowl of repettos. You grab your wired headphones and your bag, keys already in hand, and head out. A soft tune playing in your ears.
You check your phone, April 5th. 06:50. The weather’s less cold today. The sun rising, a hue of golden skulked behind chalky clouds. A warm easy breeze brushing your cheeks.
Fourteen minutes.
You needed to get the train at exactly four minutes past seven in the morning.
You make it to the station with four minutes to spear. You love walking, such an easy way to get your blood flowing.
The station’s platform buzzed with restless hums of commuters. Swarmed with people. Fatigued faces, sagged shoulders. A heaviness in the air. Yet you were tuned out, bouncing quietly to the rhythm in your ear. You didn’t let the heaviness get to you. You already know you have a long day ahead of you. Can’t do anything about it.
One silver carriage after another rolls in. Tires screeching every few seconds. It halts. The doors slowly opening, a horde of people rushing out, whilst people barge past others trying to rush in, you included. It’s tightly packed. Stuffy air. Poor air conditioning. Blocked in every direction. Bags brushing against people’s backs. Bumping at every jolt of the train. The train jerks at a curve, sending you swaying. Your body failing to catch up with the sudden movement. Your body bends, face pressing up into someone’s swole chest. The train lurches again, he catches you. Beefy arms locking around your waist.
“I’m soo sorry. The train— I didn’t mean to.” You plead. Your eyes haven’t reached his yet, too embarrassed to look.
“You okay?” A deep rumble.
Baritone. Throaty.
You finally look up at him nervously, eyes widening slightly.
He’s handsome. Very handsome. Nearly a whole foot taller than you. His neck tilted downward, fully focused on you. Black hair, a messy wolf cut, almost blue in the train light, frame his eyes. They’re sharp, you notice. Grey with hints of green as they stared back into yours. Intense. Glasses framed perfectly on his nose. Black briefcase over a shoulder. A white t-shirt underneath a navy blue sweat, folded at the midpoint of his forearm, exposing angry veins following up to his massive hands. He could kill me in one punch, you think.
Dark grey slacks, your eyes trailing further down to his black oxford patent shoes.
His arm is still caged at your waist, holding you upright. Wait. You’ve seen him before. Where? At the park? Wait no. This is your coworker. What’s his name again?
T…to…Zen…
You’re trying to remember, still staring at him, not answering.
“It’s Toji. We’re colleagues."
Ah Toji. That’s it.
“O—oh yeah. I totally remembered.” A slight forced laugh leaving you.
The train bumps again. You accidentally grab at his bicep. Meaty. Thick bicep. He’s so big you think. You’d never noticed Toji. At all actually. But he’s noticed you.
“Sorry again.” You look down, uncomfortable.
“Hold onto me yeah?” Velvety voice. He’s pulling you tighter against him. Your chest flushed against his rigid one. Fuck, how is he so big?
You give a tiny nod, eyes focused on the ground. He grunts in response. Odd. Paying no mind to it, you pull out your phone, needing any distraction. Reviewing your calendar. A full busy day, your phone reads. With it all ending by 6pm. You sigh mentally. You click a few tasks, scrolling on your phone checking the details.
‘Type up a project, send it off to your boss by the end of the day.’ Emails upon emails flooding yours. Constantly responding to them. Lunch break. The same restaurant. Same sandwich. Lettuce, cheese, chicken breast.
All the while, there’s Toji. Fighting your scent. He’s staring at the top of your head. Thoughts overpowering him. The smell of your perfume, so enticing, so inviting. Screaming in his nose. Vanilla with a hint of strawberry. He gives in and breathes you in slow. Quiet. Face nearly pressing into your head. Eyes closing. A flush of pink rushing to his cheeks. A bulge forming slightly in his trousers. Shiiit.
You’re still holding onto his bicep. It felt like the muscle was bursting out. He dwarfed you. His large body shielding, hiding you from everyone else. You couldn’t see over his shoulder even if you tried.
The train still moving, tired groans of its wheels are heard every few minutes.
-
The train slowed with a long screech. Its wheels grinding against the rails. It stops. The doors opened with a sluggish spread. People barging past each other trying to get out. You’re unfocused, not really there. Toji’s large arms guiding you out. Your chest to his front, your feet backing away. His forward. Both stumbling out. He’s holding you tight, the warmth radiating off of him. He’s so close. His musky, sandalwood perfume digging in your nose. You can’t help but inhale.
You both make it out onto the platform. Still clutched onto each other. Your eyes reach his, he’s already looking.
“Thank you Toji.” Face flushing in a deeper colour, he’s making you so shy.
His heart stutters. A small pink on the surface of his face. He swallows the lump in his throat before answering.
“‘S no problem.”
The two of you exit the station in silence. Both side by side, he’s slowing his steps matching your pace. Hands in his pockets. Grounded, confident strides of his long legs next to yours. A heavy walk. Small tilts of his hips from every step.
-
Eventually you make it to the office doors.
Both heavily greeted by your lively boss.
“Ahh! It’s nice to see you two come in together.” Strangely bubbly. Especially with how early it is in the morning. Just twenty minutes after seven. Messy glasses, hair in flying strands. A bright red cardigan with a white shirt underneath. Grey pants and black dr martens.
She reminds you of your old art teacher from college.
You give her a small smile anyway, nodding.
“Why specifically.. us two?” You ask all confused.
Your boss glances at Toji, wiggling her brows. You narrow your eyes at her, then between the two. You pause at Toji, nervously staring at him. He’s glaring at your boss. A minute of silence follows. Just eyes fighting over.
Toji quickly barges past you both, his face flushed red. You couldn’t see it though. Only noticed the growing red at the back of his neck. He reaches a hand up to cover it as he scurries away.
“Uh?”
“Alrighty!” Your boss’s sing songy voice cutting you off.
“I’ve got a bunch of stuff for you to do today. I know you can get it allll done before the end of today! Aaand I’ll reward you if you do.” Eyes beaming at yours. She’s paused in a teeth open smile. Hands clasped together. Interlocked. You don’t know why that scares you a bit, but it does.
You crack a smile again, one eye twitching.
-
Lunch time. Finally. You’ve got a headache.
You’re headed to your easy access restaurant. Reciting your order in your head.
The weather’s quite nice today. Soft kisses of a warm breeze wafting through the air land on your cheeks. It’s a two minute walk from the office.
You’ve got your sandwich in a small brown bag, you’re holding it up with two hands. It’s your favourite sandwich, so you hold it with much care. Pacing, making your way back to the office staff room.
You reach the office doors, tapping your lanyard at the speed gates. A light jog now, you’re heading down to the staff room, excited to quench your hunger.
Reaching the door to the staff room, you stretch your arm out aiming for the handle before the door opens and you meet a larger, sturdier body. Same blue sweater, same toned forearms. You look up, eyes beaming.
“Toji!” A soft smile tugging at your lips as you stare.
He grunts in response, nodding his head a little. Hands coming up to push at the bridge of his glasses. Adjusting the already neatly placed thing on his face. Needing to ground himself in your presence. You make him so nervous you don’t even know it.
He steps aside letting you in. You give him a playful wink as thanks. A rush of heat gathers at his cheeks. Fuck. You don’t know how much he likes you. You’ve just got this easiness to you. So soft. Sweet.
You enter the room, seeing a close work friend sitting at one of the tables. You settle down into a chair next to her, chatting your day away.
-
The end of your shift is approaching. You’ve never been happier. You’re sitting at your desk typing away at the keyboard.
“My lovely staff!” Your boss enters the office room in that annoyingly warm sing songy voice.
“Since you’ve all been such wonderful people, I’m rewarding you all! Office dinner!” She shrieks, her voice getting pitchier at every word. You feel a throb at your ear drums. Covering your ears with both hands you’re smiling at her anxiously. There’s one thing you still weren’t used to in all your three years of being here. Your boss’s unpredictable nature.
“An officer dinner sounds nice.”
You hear murmurs across the room, some eager, some anxious, you being one of them.
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The long awaited office dinner. You’re seated beside your close friend around a circular table, giggling at something she’s said. Other staff gathered around. You can’t really register it though you’ve had a few drinks and they’re starting to take effect. You’re swaying side to side, a hearty smile etched on your face. You’re staring at your friend so lovingly. You love friendships. There’s something much deeper about friendships than anything else.
You hear another one of your colleagues talk about their sexual history. The alcohol punching it out of them. With another tipsy giggle, you lean in towards your friend, ushering her closer with a beckon of your hand. A nearly empty glass of wine in the other.
You whisper in her ear. Giggling.
“You know I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
You rise back up, staring with a drunken smile. It’s as if she’s forced into sobriety when she hears you. Face contorting into something that looks like surprise. Before she responds, she notices a certain someone. How they’ve been struggling to keep their eyes off of you. Dull green ones.
Instead, she grabs a spoon and taps in against her empty glass, a chime following. The room has her attention.
“Who wants a round of spin the bottle?” She suggests. A smirk playing on her lips.
“We’re too old for—”
“Yes! Sounds perfect.” Your boss cuts in. Her word being final.
Your boss grabs an empty beer bottle, facing it flat on the table and spins.
It unexpectedly lands on a certain dark haired male. That so happens to have a very sizeable frame.
“Mr Zenin!” She gleams. There’s a panicked look on his face, you chuckle to yourself quietly. Seems like he’s also not used to her antics.
“Aaaand…”
Spinning the bottle again. Your boss is seated near you, hands clasped together. Almost as if she knows who it’s landing on. Like she’s orchestrated something. It spins for a good long twenty seconds before landing perfectly in your direction. What a coincidence.
She yells your name excitedly. And you’re stunned in your seat. Frozen. You look to your friend whispering a quick
“What do I do?”
Before you glance over at Toji’s face and he’s… red. Very red. You look slightly concerned. Brows squinted. Mouthing a
‘You ok?’
He just nods quickly. Eyes leaving yours briefly, dancing around the room.
“Well?” Your boss is still giving that creepy wide smile.
“Well what..” you ask wearily. Clutching at the hem of your shirt.
“Well, head on out to an empty room! Both of ya.” She gestures her hands to the door, clapping, and Toji’s already up on his feet. This is the quickest you’ve ever seen him move. Practically speed walking to the door, exiting first. Small snickers are heard throughout the room.
“He’s so obvious.”
You just glance over everyone, still confused. With one final glance at your boss, you follow along. Leaving the room.
You find Toji against a nearby wall. Hands digging in his pockets. Shifting from one foot to the other.
“Toji?” You call out. His face turned over to you. Heart beating out his chest. Can she hear it? He wonders. He’s waited for such an opportunity like this, trying so hard not to fuck it up.
“..should we find a room?” His voice is so quiet. It’s as if he’s making an effort to look less intimidating than he already does. Why would you be scared though? He’s so nice. If looks could kill though.
“Yeah.” A reassuring smile shaping on your lips.
The both of you find an empty room, far away from your main building. No person nearby. No noise. Just extreme quietness.
You feel the alcohol setting in even more now. A slight dizziness forming. Possibly for him too, he’s had a few shots of whisky.
Your mind drifts back to what you said a few minutes ago.
‘Never kissed anyone before’
Toji seems like an understanding person under all that scruff. He could probably give you advice. He’s attractive. Very evidently. Your eyes rake over him. A slow once-over. Settling on his biceps for a second longer. God they’re so big. He’s so big. He probably has experience, you conclude. Definitely. He could help you. You muster up the courage and blurt it out.
“Toji! You know..” you pause, eyes looking at the ground before meeting his again. “I’ve never kissed anyone before… or done— you know what nevermind.” A huge wave of second hand embarrassment erupting. Hearing it out loud. Again. It sounds worse than it did earlier. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. What possessed you to say that you think. Mentally slapping yourself a good few times. Eyes scrunching closed in disgust. Crows feet forming at how hard you’re pressing your lids together.
It’s as if the gates of heaven had opened and invited Toji Zenin directly. As vip. He sucks in a breath you don’t notice. Heart stuttering in his firm chest.
You’re looking away, all shy. Turning around full so your back is facing him now. You wish you could erase this memory, wipe it clean off the face of earth.
I should’ve never drank— Oh god, what if he tells everyone— you’re brain spiralling.
You hear heavy thuds, he’s slowly approaching you. Close enough to your back that you feel his warmth. Only slightly, but giving you room to object.
“Would you like me to… teach you?” He asks you, voice deeper than it usually is.
You spin back around shocked that he’s not disgusted by your admission. A small smile forming on your lips in genuine delight, you look up at him and nod twice. The alcohol fully in control of you both now. Hazey eyes, shining at him. He raises a hand up to your face. Slowly. Giving you time to say otherwise. You don’t reject it. He places a thumb at your chin, rubbing softly. Your jaw too. Tilting your gaze at him. Caressing you.
Before dipping his head low, huge body caging yours. He parts his lips slightly. His grey eyes half lidded. Intensely staring into your glazed ones.
His other hand finds your face. Propping up your head in both big hands, making you look so much smaller, he always did, he steps closer. Contracted biceps bulging in his shirt. Fingers travelling up your face, thumbs at the apples of your cheek.
“Open your mouth a bit…” he whispers, lowering a thumb, glazing over your glossy bottom lip.
“Yeah jus’ like that.”
Fuck he sounds so hot right now. Is it the alcohol? It’s definitely the alcohol.
You’re staring up at him. Blinking slow. Eyes all doey.
He pushes his thumb in. Delicately. Pushing at your wet muscle. Circling. His own tongue stutters out a little, in awe. Mimicking almost, as if he can’t fathom that you’re actually letting him put his thumb in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck.
Slurp.
Your eyes close, shutting softly.
“Mnh.” That does it.
He removes his thumb, resting it on your bottom lip. Stares at the glistening thing. His eyes, heavy. He inches his face closer. His warm breath wafting over your face. Your mouth.
A gentle, chaste roll of his lips on yours. Slow. Open mouthed.
Chu.
Eyes closing at the feel. He pulls away just a bit. Low eyes boring into you. He’s still close enough that you’re breathing his air. You’re dazed. Panting unhurried deep breaths. Every exhale fanning his lips. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip slowly. Nearly touching yours. His eyes gloss over your wet mouth.
He leans in again. Eyes closing. Pulling your lips against his. Still unrushed. Angling closer. Noses brushing at every twist of his head. Deepening this kiss. His tongue wetting your lower lip. Asking. Pleading.
“Let me in.” Heavy pants in between kisses.
You open your mouth with a tiny moan, welcoming, enveloping his thick tongue. He’s bigger everywhere. So much bigger than you. You love it. He’s rolling his tongue against yours now, tracing the crevices of your mouth. Swallowing you. Tongues tangled. Moaning into you.
“Mmph!” Sultry groans leaving his mouth. Trapping your lower lip between his teeth. Sucking softly.
“Hn!”
You never knew kissing could be like this. Feel like this. You feel a pool of warmth settle at your lower belly. Butterflies. You push into him further. Tongues flat against each other. Sucking. Teeth clashing.
You’re grinding against each other now. His hands, wandering down your back, gripping your ass.
Your hips give an experimental thrust. An elongated roll. Holding it for an extra second. Mid kiss, you feel something rigid. Taut. Quite long too. You pull away just a little.
A gasp leaves you. You’re not too sure if it's pleasure or shock. Definitely both. You glance down at the hard thing. It looks painful, almost. Huge dent protruding at his lower clothes. A hefty thing he is. Couldn’t possibly be a normal size. You’re zoned out at the sight of him, he nudges a meaty thigh between your legs. Pulling your lower body closer to his. Veiny hands fixed at your hips. Rolling your clothed pussy against the solid muscle, he flexes.
“Unh!”
You’re moaning into his mouth. Hot breaths mixing. Eyes dilated. Fluttering.
“T—Toji!” You tried to pull away, voice trembling.
“Wanna stop?” He whispers with a shaky exhale. Low grey eyes piercing yours.
He hasn’t stopped moving you on his body. Gyrating hips in firm hands. You attempt to respond. But you whimper instead. He takes that as your answer. Entranced at how good it feels on his thigh. Throbbing pulses of your pussy every few beats. You’re aching. Craving more. Is this a normal thing that happens during sex? You don’t know. But you love it.
“I’m gonna pick you up okay?”
You give a few rushed nods, flushed face, parted wet lips brushing his.
Lifting you easily with one of his massive arms, he locks your legs around his toned waist. Flexed arms firm around your body. Caging you. Pulling you in so your clothed pussy’s face first against his bulge.
He’s grinding you down harder. Longer. Your clit catching at the large bump. He’s moving into you. Slow rolls of his.
“Angh!” Eyes shut. Lips caught in your teeth. They’re trembling. Poor attempts of you stifling your sounds. You hide your face into the crook of his neck.
“That good huh?” His voice all rugged. He’s feeling this as much as you. Hot breaths fanning your ear. You can’t reply.
You’re clutching at his tricep. Shoulders, his neck. A deep feeling settling in your lower belly. A build up. It's tight. Severe almost.
“You gotta say it.”
“Toj— hn! I don’t angh! Something’s—”
A few more rolls of your clothed pussy on him and you’re shuddering. Thighs shaking vigorously, eyes spinning. A silent cry leaving you. You’re cumming, hard. Nails gnawing at his shirt.
“F—fuckk!” Heavy heaves of your breath against his flushed neck.
“Breathe… breathe for me..that’s it.”
Beats pass. He helps you down from your high. You look ruined. Face stained in aftershocks of pleasure. You’re so fucking beautiful he’s barely holding on.
“I didn’t think it could be like that.” You breathlessly say. Staring at him.
“There’s still a lot more to learn…” His eyes dance around you before continuing.
“Let me take you home?”
-
Stumbling into your apartment, you’re pressed tightly against each other. Lips in a tangle of wet opened mouth kisses, your hands scratching at his back, forcing him impossibly closer to you. His face pinked in pleasure, harsh breaths strangling out airing your face.
Your apartment keys tumbling out your hands in a single swift motion, clattering against the floor. He’s all over you. Broad hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. Hoisting the thing above, now off of you. Your arms coming up with his before locking around his neck. Lace black bra on full display. His hungry gaze drifted to them, lingering. The curve of your breasts. The fullness. The way your nipples poked through the fabric. Awe didn’t begin to cover the way he ogled at your tits. The way he looked at them was deeper, almost reverent.
Obsessive.
You’ve both found the nearest wall, your sweat filled back pressing into it. Lifting ever so often with how your chest chases after him. He brings a hand to one of them, squeezing just right. Enough to cause pressure, but not enough to elicit pain from you. Can’t do that. He wouldn’t dream of it. You’re so precious to him, so perfect. Can’t ruin you just yet. He claws at your top pulling down in one swift tug. Tits spilling out in a perfect motion, as though flowers were breaking through their petals. You bloomed. He’s quick to grab hold of one of them, large hands swallowing it whole. The raw feeling now. You’re so warm. So pliable in his hands. He gives another experimental knead. Playing with you. Testing it.
Your pebbled nipple, glossing over his palm. You can’t fight the sound that leaves you. A soft mewl.
“Hnntoji!”
Back arching into it, needing more. Eyes unfocusing, you head slightly lulled back. A soft thud on the wall.
“Eyes on me.”
His free hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your face flush against his. Lips meeting in a hurried passionate kiss. Tongues entwining. Wet sounds of your lips filled the void.
“Mnnchu— Toji..I want more.”
“Yeah you want more?” He says in an almost whisper. Hot breath ghosting over your lips. You’re nodding pathetically, he can’t help but find it adorable. He snickers a bit.
“Tell me hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Eager eyes searching yours.
“I.. I need your fingers.” The words leave your lips so quietly, like a fragile thread of sound, barely audible. He catches them anyway. So focused on your every move. Watching your wet lips, a sensual glint in his eyes.
“Need to hear you baby.” He teases, a small smirk fighting his lips. You’re throbbing at the nicknames. Sounding so easy off his tongue.
“Your fingers… ‘need them.” Your eyes snap close in shame, a silent surrender. Cheeks deepened in colour, prominent. Lips quivering in small unnoticed waves.
“Yeah? Where d’ya want me?” Another taunt.
“..Inside.” You hesitate. An eye peeking open at him. Waiting. Hoping he doesn’t tease you some more.
“Hnnfuck yeah ya do.” With a groan, he brings his hands further down your body. Hurried tugs of your jeans and you’re left in your underpants only. Matching black with your bra, beautiful lace patterns on the top. His greedy eyes peer down at them. Sucking in a slow breath, his fingers tremble over them. As if he’s too scared to go any further. He’s not scared though. Far from it. He trails his index and middle down your shuddering stomach, passing your belly button, down to the top of your panties. Slowly hooking them into it, he’s dragging it down, past your sweaty thighs until it falls on its own.
A hand by the bottom of your thighs, he’s trailing it up, brushing against it. You’re waiting with a bated breath. Finally reaching your mound. Softly trimmed hairs sweep against his rigid fingers. He bites back a groan. You’re just there, eyes blown, helplessly waiting for him to keep going.
He has to fight his eyes away from your pussy.
“Gonna show me where your room is?” Haggard voice. So clearly affected by you.
“Y—yeah.”
He hauls you up into him, bulging biceps, your legs wrapped around his trimmed waist, arms around his neck, your face buried into it. Heavy thuds on the ground, he’s walking slowly. Almost too slow. Certain, assured that he’s going to have you. No arguments. Just measured steps as you lift your face off of him just a tad, timidly pointing to where your room is. He gives a small pat on your ass as thanks. It ripples under his massive hand.
Toji finds your bed, lowers you onto it so delicately as if you were something so fragile. His knees digging into the sheets. Shoes off. Still fully clothed while you lay bare for him. Large hands cradling your face, stroking softly. The look he’s giving you, so loving. Blushing cheeks, slightly ajar mouth. Hot puffs of air leaving every exhale. You’re giving him an equal stare. Dazed. Scared almost. Needy. His knuckles, brushing your heated cheeks. He felt the warmth. Knows how much you want this, just as bad as he does.
He’s leisurely taking his time with you. Running his hands from your cheeks to your neck. He lingers there. Giving you a soft squeeze, testing your limits. You don’t fight back. Can’t fight back.
The orgasm you had earlier, still fogging your brain. His thumb brushes the front of your neck before he continues down. To the valley between your breasts, your belly, to your lower belly. He points an index below your belly button still touching your soft skin.
“Gonna be in there soon.” He whispers. His voice, so quiet it sounds like awe. You just stare at him, a bit confused. Head tilting a little. Slightly squinted brows. Then your eyes follow down to where his finger touches you. Blinking softly. He chuckles at your unfocused gaze. You don’t understand. Not yet.
He continues drifting his fingers down, meeting your hairs. Your hips stutter only just a bit. He marvels at the movement. So sensitive. He brings his other hand down, pushing your thighs away from each other. Revealing a soaked you. Glistening pussy on display, your clit fairly protruding out, throbbing under his devoted eyes.
“Fuck me..” He murmurs. Breath hitching at the sight of you, all wet, all for him. You try to hide from him. Head turning to the side, digging into your pillow, face tucked into your elbows. You can’t see him now. He doesn’t mind.
Toji lowers his face, lining his mouth to your pussy. Deep heavy breaths escaping his lips, fanning your clit.
“Angh!” You jolt your hips. Pressing your face closer into your elbow. He darts his low eyes at your hidden face. Blows a cold, long breath on your clit.
“Hnn!” You’re mewling, voice muffled in your arms.
“Can you look at me..please.” His voice partly whiney.
You don’t want to. Too shy, too embarrassed to let him see you like this. It was all fun and games before. But it’s becoming too real. He blows at your clit once more. A tremor running through you, your lower body mainly. Small involuntary movements. You move an arm just above your eyes, you can see him a bit. He can see you too. The dilation of your eyes, the fuzzy look of it. The heaving of your chest, just enough that your tits bounce every inhale. It’s all too much for him. He shouldn’t have asked.
Once your eyes are on his, he moves. Closer now. Just a hair away from your weeping pussy. He juts a wet tongue out, pushing past his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, curling the muscle against your clit. The moment you feel it, you whine. Teeth pulling at your lower lip. Not over his clothes, not over your clothes. His tongue. The raw thing.
He gives another slow curl, this time staring lower. Near your opening. Sliding upwards, meeting your clit before blowing. Cold. Shuddering, you try to close your thighs, locking his head in place. He’s quicker. Grabbing below your thighs, hiking them up on his broad wide shoulders.
“You’re okay. Hm?” He assures you before continuing.
He’s way stronger than you, you couldn’t fight back if you tried. He dives in again, sucking hard all of a sudden.
Slurrrp
Your heads lulled back, the front of your neck on full display. Holding in whines, that barely leave your lips. Arms still above you.
He brings his mouth off of your clit and blows again. Another wave of cold air gliding on your pussy.
“Fuck!” You moan out. Loud. You bring an arm down, your hand finding his hair, tugging him into you. He lets you. Forcing his face into your pussy.
Sucking, slurping. Full French kisses on your pussy. Tongue jutting out before sliding between your slit, not entering you yet, just parting you. It slides from the entrance of your hole up to your clit. He waits there, sucking the aching muscle into his mouth. Hollow pink cheeks. His eyes closed in pleasure. Admiration. His crush, letting him eat her out. He’s dreamed of this.
He teases his tongue, gliding lower, circling back up to your clit then lower again. You’re shaking violently, eyes tight shut, mouth hanging open. The sounds you tried so hard to fight back leaving you so easily now.
His tongue circles your hole. Pushing in slowly.
“Toji!” You mewl out to him. He knows you’re getting close.
He hums into you. You cry out. Back lifting. He removes his wet mouth again, an inch of distance from him and your pussy. He blows. A familiar coldness on your clit. Quivering hips, bucking into the coolness. Chasing that feeling. You’re crying now. Tears rolling down your cheeks, staining the sheets.
An abrupt orgasm ripping through you, a fast build up pooling at your stomach that you couldn’t realise quickly.
You’re shaking so much now, whining so much, thighs jutting beside him. Your chest heaving vigorously, tits swaying. He doesn’t stop.
Tongue plunging back in. Bringing a rough thumb to your clit. Circling it. You attempt to run away. Hips bucking the opposite direction. He uses his free hand and grounds you. Digging you into him, the bed. You can barely move. Just violent trembles as he eats your pussy.
“Insi— hngh!”
He fucks his way inside your pussy. Tongue delving in, whilst keeping harsh circles of his thumb on your clit. Fuck it’s all too much for you. No one’s ever done this before. He’s gonna ruin anyone else for you.
Shlck shlck
Wet noises of your pussy filling the room. He’s groaning into you. Deep baritone noises buried in your cunt. Your arms are everywhere now. Gripping the sheets below, your pillow above.
“Toooo much! Ugh!” Moaning loud. Your face twisting, burying the noises into your pillow.
He’s locked you in place. Moving is so much harder now. Meaty biceps flexing at every thrum of your clit. Your juices, his saliva drooling out the corners of his lips. He’s so into it. Engrossed. Eyes still closed, just feeling you. He’s overwhelming you. Pushing your body past limits you didn’t know you had.
You’re nearly there again. But it’s slightly different this time? It feels warmer. Wetter almost? You can’t really tell but you know it’s different.
“Toji! I think— hck! It’s ouhfuck!” Your voice pitches higher and higher, need tightening it, edged with a hint of fear.
He doesn’t stop. Still tongue fucking your pussy, pushing as deep as it can go. Thumb circling against your clit, harder, faster. It’s all too much. Your back’s arched in a gracious bow, hips lifted, legs falling on and off his shoulders. Tears clogging your vision. You can’t see him. The build up coiling so perfectly you can’t hold it in.
It’s everywhere, your juices spraying out, covering his face. Squirting all over. Pink cheeks stained in wetness. His glasses, fully fogged now wet.
“That’s it baby, let go f’r me.. mhmm soo good f’r me.” Thumb under your clit, pushing it higher, letting more of your juices out. He’s kissing your shakes thighs, wet open-mouthed. Sucking slightly. Trailing the kissing up to your knees, while humming praises at you.
Your wailing, sobbing. Breathing turns uneven, your chest stuttering at every tremble. Tits following along.
He sits up on his knees, bringing a wet hand removing his stained glasses, to the hem of his shirt, lifting it in one quick tug. Then his t-shirt underneath. Unbuttoning. Top to bottom. His low eyes still fixed on your quivering state. You roll your tired head upright, facing him. Watching. Chest falling softer now.
Sculpted, taut contours of his abdomen come into view, hard, rock-like muscles that look engraved. The t-shirt falls past his arms, beefy veiny biceps, strong forearms flexing as he removes it fully. You’re in awe. You knew Toji was strong but nothing like this. Sharp deep lines of his abdomen, the ease of his movements. You can’t take your eyes off.
He lowers his hands to his belt, unraveling the thing easily. He steps off of your bed for a second. Your eyes follow him. He’s dragging his slacks down. Two hard tugs and it pools at his ankles, he steps out of it. Dark hairs littered at his lower hard stomach.
You see the meaty indent of his boxers. Bulging, thick muscle fighting against the fabric, pushing at it. It’s so big. Much bigger than you thought. It throbs under your stare.
He’s put you under a spell. You see his hands come to the top of his boxers, his thumb hooking under, disappearing into his boxers. Your gasp goes unnoticed. Lips parted, eagerly waiting to see the rest of him. His thumb pulls down, fully exposing himself. You finally see it. Angry reddish tip, nearly purple, beady clear drops of precum leaking through, falling from the head nearing the base. Thick, girthy, too long. Distended veins running up the sides, a prominent one running up the top of his shaft. Heavy hanging balls, darker than the rest of him. It’s fucking huge. Full eight inches of raw cock. Your eyes almost pop out. Fully in disbelief of that fitting inside. It can’t possibly fit.
He hauls the boxer until it falls to his feet, steps out of it and onto the bed again. Knees digging back into the sheets. A weighted dent on the bed. Pure muscle. You haven’t stopped staring at it, nearly drooling, he’s eating up your reaction. Chuckling. Body vibrating at the rumble. You’re still in a daze, he’s gripping your hips, both hands, pulling you closer so your thighs rest atop his. Feet hanging off the side. He grabs the weapon in between his legs. Gives a few slow pumps of his fist. Squeezing at the tip, moaning low. You throb at the sound, shifting a little. Fingers tightly grasping the sheets below.
He lowers it, lining it with your clit, rubbing around it, circling it. Realll slow. Pushing into it, past it til the tips catches your hairs. He grunts at the feel. Heavy breath puffing out his nose. Brows knitted. You hiccup a broken moan. Lips parted. Wet.
He rubs it further into your hairs again, biting his lower lip before bringing it to your sopping hole. Both sodden. Hot.
A slow push of his hips, he’s entering. The tip stretching your virgin hole. Plush, mushroomed. He halts. The pressure, too fucking tight. He’ll work you open. Has to. He retracts his hips, turns you over so your back is against his chest. You're both laying on your side. It feels too intimate this way. He’s hugging your body so close to his. Spooning you. Not letting you go. A hand wrapped around your waist. The other, fondling your tits.
“Gonna take you this way.” His voice rumbles in your ear, he gives a steady long stripe of his tongue against it. A throaty groan leaving him. You wiggle on him, whining. Your ass bumping his cock every few turns.
He reaches a hand down to his cock, bringing it to your hole once again. Pushing in heavily. Tip nudging further. A few inches getting in. A quarter way. He brings his free arm up, covering your neck, your teeth gnawing at his swollen bicep, his forearm. Tears springing at the edges of your eyes. Wetting your lashes again.
“Hnngh!” You whinge out. Inaudible words pouring out.
“I know baby, I know.. I know it’s too big.” He encourages you, voice rough, laced in pleasure.
Another few inches forcing their way in.
“Toji! F—fuck!”
“Shh. I’ve got you.” He reassures.
He’s easing in slow. A couple more now. Your pussy sucking him in so well. Soo good. He’s nearly at the base. He abruptly stops. The wet heat of your cunt trapping him in place. Clinging onto him. He might cum if you move. He digs his face into your hair, breathing in deep, eyes fluttering. An unhurried push of his hips and he’s all in. Burly inches of his cock stretching you so deep. Your eyes are rolled back from the feel.
It’s not that it hurts. It did. But it was that uncomfortable stretch. The fullness of his cock edging deeper. An unfamiliar feeling yet, you felt completely whole.
Fully sheathed inside you. You feel it throbbing, every rigid vein, every pulse. Pressing at your cervix. Bruising.
“Fuck, ‘got a deep cunt— nghhfuck.”
“Toji.. please— something! Do something!” You cry into his elbow. Voice muffled. It hurts. An aching sensation. You feel little throbs of his cock hitting places you’ve never reached before. Never felt before. And he’s soo deep. Way too deep.
With a husky groan, he retreats his hips back and steadily rocks into you. Long, deep strokes thumping at your cervix. Balls hammering, his strong hips flush against your ass. Rippling with every thrust. The tip of his stiff cock, gliding through you, bumping your g-spot. You feel it once. Twice. Then you're smacking at his hip, arm reaching behind you. Pleading with him to let you go. It’s too good. You can’t take it.
“Ffuck off. Hnn!” Moaning, fussing into his flexed bicep. Wet eyes. You’re urging your shaky hips away. Scrambling forward, desperate.
“You want me to fuck off?” He sneers back at you. Laughing into the spot behind your ear. Breath fanning it.
“N—no. I don’t knoww.” You weep, sniffling. Tears pouring down his forearm.
“You don’t know?” He’s snickering.
His pace quickens. Deep fast strokes, you feel it in your throat. Your gaze turns unfocused, eyes forced back. Your nose buried in his arm, hot breaths leaving your soppy lips. You’re kissing his arm. Biting. Marking him. Grounding yourself as he plummets your insides. Turning you to a putty mess. You’re gone. So far gone. He’s snaking a hand up, pinching your nipples, rolling the buds in his fingers. You’re wailing loud. Juddering.
A familiar torrid ache forming at your lower belly.
“O—oh my godhnn!” It doesn’t even settle in your belly. Wrenching out of you intensely. So incredibly. You couldn’t hold it in even if you tried. Too sensitive.
“Nghh!” With a groan, you’re coming down. Tits bouncing, your body so very warm. He’s helping you through it. Slower strokes. Still bumping your spot. You whimper.
“Nghstopp!” Crying out, begging. A hand clutching at his, scratching. The other, clasping at the wet sheets. Smudged with the mixture of sweat and cum.
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he hauls his burly body, shifting his weight so he’s fully on top of you. His face, closer to you. Near your left ear. You’re crushed underneath him. Belly flat on the bed. He’s locking an arm around your neck once again, bringing the hand on that arm to your face, covering it. You can’t move, at all. He’s clamped your lower body in place. His other arm, steady beside you. Contorted. Tensed. His veins are more prominent like this.
Wet lashes brushing your cheeks, your mouth now muffled in his larger hand.
“Mhhhhn!” You try to kick your legs, but it can only fold at the knee. Your claves touching the back of your thighs. You can’t move your thighs. Can’t part them. His hefty body won’t allow you.
He does a lengthy grind into you. His happy trail flushed at your ass. He hasn’t pulled out the entire time, not giving you an ounce of space.
He keeps at it. Deep grinds, his tip knocking at your cervix. Pressed so heavy against it. Stretching you impossibly further.
Haggard breaths, uneven moans brush at your ear. He’s getting closer now. Hips stuttering in broken circles.
You’re completely out of it. Dumbed. Fully. Can’t think of anything but the feel of his cock so far deep in your pussy. The veins. The bumps. And god you’re so sensitive. Another quickening build up of warmth steadily rising in your stomach.
“Fuckfuckfuck—”
Another few irregular rolls of his hips and he’s cumming. White thick hot beads of cum discharging into you. He won’t stop moving. Pushing it as deep as it can go, making sure you don’t spill a drop.
You’re numb. Body limp under him. Arms flat at your sides. Eyes fully rolled back, coarse hot air puffing past your lips.
He’s grunting atop of you. Moaning low, still feeling the white hot pleasure of his cum, your pussy. Especially your pussy.
He brings an arm up, rough hands palming, rubbing your back in slow gentle movements.
“From now on, just let me teach you everything, yeah?”
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A/n: lawdfddd I need him so bad. Also this wasn’t proofread.
𓂂 ࿐ ۫ ִ ⸼ Synopsis: A collection of Cashier Zoro! x black female reader head canons!
Characters: Roronoa Zoro
Parings: Zoro x Blackfem reader!
Genre: Head cannons, NSFW & Modern AU
Warnings: afab reader, unprotected sex, cussing, cream pie, pet names, public sex, almost get caught, not a full NSFW fic, mention of slight alcohol.
Author’s notes: I was going to turn this into a fanfic for a friend, however I caught a cold and so I’ll give you guys some head canons to keep you guys entertained <3! I saw this tik tok about having a crush on a cashier and I thought about Zoro lol! This head canons has a NSFW aspect to it! It’s not my best but I hope you enjoy 🐈💨💖
This is for you May!! <3
NO MINORS ALLOWED!
-Takes place in the early 2000’s in which malls were popular.
-You’d always enjoyed going to this particular restaurant at the mall with your friends, but one day, a new cashier appeared who piqued your interest. When you first saw him, you thought it was love at first sight. You adored his green hair and laid-back demeanor.
-You were terrible at flirting with Zoro, putting your hair behind your ear and batting your long eyelashes in the hope that he would get the message but he would simply respond with “Ma’am, may I take your order?” finding you strange. You’d blush as your flirting went horribly wrong, and you’d look down at his name tag getting his name.
-Zoro needed a summer job fast because he had accidentally wrecked his father’s car while taking it for a “test drive,” so the only option was to work at the mall taco restaurant. When the store was busy, Zoro would manage the cash register and occasionally make the tacos. Zoro was terrible at his job, always fucking something up, whether it was breaking the soda machine by punching it because it wouldn’t turn on or burning customers’ food by not paying attention.
-You’d usually buy something and then eat somewhere else after secretly throwing away the food. His cooking was terrible, but you wanted to see his pretty face, and seeing his muscles through his tight shirt as he frantically moved trying to get everyone’s order was the highlight of your day.
-Zoro has been caught sleeping on the job several times, making himself something to drink without paying, and claiming that it isn’t fair for him to work all day and not have anything to drink. On slow days at the restaurant, Zoro would occasionally drink on the job. Even if everyone else on the team was sick of Zoro and his antics, he wouldn’t be fired because his attractiveness attracts customers. Everyone in the mall would be talking about how beautiful Zoro was and how people would be lining up to see him. He was quite popular at the mall.
-Law works there too, he takes his job very seriously and always tell Zoro “don’t slack on the job!” He’s the manager and is only working there to pay off his student loan. He finds Zoro to be a bit annoying sometimes but he doesn’t mind, as long as Zoro is doing his work.
-After noticing you were showing up more frequently and he had taken a liking to you, he’d manage to cook you something decent after a while.
-When you two first started dating, he would reserve a table for you and your friends, primarily you, just to gaze at your pretty face and would glare at anyone who tried to sit at the table. He made certain that it was in a good location where he could see you and occasionally call out to you. That table was only for you, and if he could, he would write your name on it.
-Zoro would dress up as the restaurant’s mascot to attract more customers (which is a taco), becoming extremely embarrassed when the straw-hats and his other friends sees him wearing it. He becomes agitated and tells them to back off. When you tell him how good he looks in it, he starts humming a different tune and proudly wears the costume.
-“Yea whatever,” Zoro would say after being harassed by Nami about giving you free food and how she’ll deduct it from his check. She’s the establishment’s manager, and she needs her money. He’d even tell you not to “worry about it” if you were a few cents or dollars short on the bill. He’d even give you free food because you were his girlfriend.
-During his breaks, you two would have make out sessions in the Mall’s family bathroom, the back of the bookstore, the photo booth, and any other place where there were few people. During his breaks, he’d accompany you shopping and even suggest going to Spencer’s to look at the back of the wall. “Well, how about this one?” He indicated a pink dildo. “It’s not as big as mine, but it should keep you busy for a while.”
-“How about we take this to the restroom?” He teased you one day after you had been flirting for a couple of minutes. You’d respond with a snide “what’s stopping you?” With a small smirk, he leaned against the counter debating on rather to take the offer.
-“Hey Traffy, I’m taking my thirty-minute shift!” He’d call out before rushing over to your side practically dragging you to the nearest bathroom, he couldn’t help himself. You were turning him on while he was on the clock. How dare you parade around the mall in a short skirt and a tank top while he was stuck working an eight-hour shift at his dead-end job!
-When you entered the bathroom, he would push you up against the wall and smash his lips against yours, groaning the entire time. He’d scoop your plump ass and grip it with his massive hands. As you guys continue to make out and compete for dominance with your tongues, he pulled your skirt up a bit and ran his fingers against your slit feeling how damp your core was. “Damn already?” He commented throughout the kiss.
-Zoro would look down at his watch to see how much longer he has before going back to work then enter your juicy folds with his thick digits. With one finger, he slid inside your core exploring your inside with each thrust of his finger. You covered your mouth so no one could hear your loud and slutty moans of yours.
-You immediately fell into his arms as he added more fingers inside of you, your knees trembling with delight. “Z-zoro, please,” you could barely say. “Use your words, princess, you had no problem flirting with me earlier, what’s the problem now?” he said. You were flushed “m-more,” he mocked you, grinning devilishly and letting out a soft coo. “You want me to stretch your pussy even more, don’t you? “. You let out a desperate moan “Yes, I want more” Zoro chuckled and granted your wish.
-You were soon on your knees before you knew it, stuffing your boyfriend’s cock inside your pretty mouth. Your tongue would swirl around his shaft, and saliva would dribble down your mouth. Zoro huffed, looking down at your slutty face, and felt himself becoming even harder. He grabbed your head and yanked it even lower on his cock. He enjoyed fucking your throat and seeing you struggle to take it all in as you held on to his legs for dearlife for support.
-After a while of having your face used Zoro’s personal flesh-light, he stood you up and proceeded to make his next move. He leaned you against the wall and prepared to be inside you. He looked down at his watched and noticed how he only twelve minutes left before he needed to go back to work so he needed to hurry a bit and make the most out of it. He quickly slipped himself inside of you, groaning in pleasure before thrusting. “Holy fuck (Y/N) your pussy is gripping me so good right now” he hissed and gripped your hips.
-“How dare you walk around the mall in that manner? You whore, we can see your tits poking out “He’d chastise you while fucking you up against the wall. You held the wall with one hand while covering your lustful moans with the other. He’d grab your hair, forcing you to look up at the ceiling as he pounded against your wet pussy.
-The sounds of Zoro fucking your tight pussy echoed throughout the bathroom. You tried your best to contain your moans so no one would catch you in the act especially since you could hear people walking past the bathroom you had to keep quiet. It was hard since Zoro was basically piercing your insides, the only thing you wanted to do at that moment was to moan his name.
-As Zoro continued to drill your insides, there was someone at the door trying to open it to use the restroom. You were extremely fortunate that Zoro had locked the door, but you had to remain silent until that person left. It wasn’t easy because Zoro gradually started using slower strokes so that the person behind the door wouldn’t notice what they were doing. These were much more intense and agonizing strokes that drove you insane. You bit your bottom lip, trying hard not to moan.
-When the coast was clear, Zoro began pounding against your sticky core, allowing both of your juices to mix. You could feel your climax approaching. “Z-zoro baby, I’m almost there,” you moaned softly. “Yeah s-same,” he grumbled, feeling close as well. He pulled out of you when you reached your climax and took a moment to look over his work. “Ah, your pussy looks so pretty with my cum inside of you, babe,” he chuckled before cleaning himself up.
-He’d leave the bathroom with a grin on his face and go about his shift, leaving you woozy in the bathroom with cum drooping from your cunt. He’d soon regret it because he was hungry and should’ve taken advantage of the opportunity to get something to eat.
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𓂃⋆.˚ ( kny ) "shut up, mom!" prank on kny men !
⤷ ゛tengen, giyu, gyomei, rengoku, muichiro, obanai,
sanemi, muzan ˎˊ˗
tw yelling (as part of the prank), pregnancy, child is at least
a young teen in each scenario, minimal violence
part two here
masterlists
────────────────── tengen uzui
"Shut up, Mom!" your son yells. You're reclined on the couch, fighting against the instinct to laugh. before you can deliver your line, "excuse me?", you feel a weight lift from beside you and hear the footsteps of your husband.
You almost break your neck when you turn around, eyes darting from Tengen to your now trembling son - he agreed, quite eagerly, to prank his father, but that eagerness didn't make tengen any less intimidating. Standing tall at 6'6, it's hard to look at him and not think twice about everything you say around him.
"You'd've had it easier if you said that crap to me," Tengen hisses, grabbing his son by the front of his shirt. He leans down to place his face mere centimeters from his son's, and you're perched on the edge of the couch now, ready to interfere should the situation escalate.
"You can disrespect me all you want, but your mother? You're sick in the head, boy," he says lowly, before wrapping one strong arm around your son's shoulders and resting his forearm around his neck, putting him in a chokehold without the force. "Imma teach your disrespectful ass some manners."
From your position, you can see the veins enunciated and pulsing in his neck and arms, prompting you to shoot up from the couch and rush over to them. "He didn't mean any arm by it—it's just teenage hormones," you tell Tengen, trying to pry his arm off your son.
He gives you an evidently softer look than the one he was directing at his son, but doesn't let up. You see the devious smile on your son's lips and have to shake your head in warning, hoping he doesn't open his mouth to worsen the situation.
"Nah, she's just been annoying the hell out of me," he says.
Tengen sees red and you see a murder charge.
"It's a prank! it's all a prank, a joke, you know? just... messing with you," you finally reveal, placing your hands on Tengen’s arms placatingly. When your son nods in agreement, confirming your declaration, Tengen lets up and lands a gentle smack on the back of your son's head.
You let out a relieved sigh and pull a still-tense Tengen into your embrace, stifling a laugh. You’re overjoyed that he was so quick to defend your honour, but you can't help but want to frustrate him even further. When he spots the glance you give him, your son pales and shakes his head.
You say, "though, ahem, that last bit wasn't in the script," and it's all the warning your son needs to take off sprinting upstairs.
You feel your husband disentangle himself from your embrace and chase after the poor boy. "You hurt him and i'll make you eat glass for dinner!" you call out after the hunk of muscle, seeing him hesitate at that before resuming his chase.
────────────────── giyu tomioka
As agreed, you finally hear your daughter scream "shut up, Mom!" after you tell her to wash the dishes. Perfect line execution, in your opinion; very convincing.
"What?" Giyu snaps, his voice low and brows furrowed as he turns to face your daughter. your husband has never been one for extravagant and loud displays of anger, but even in quieter displays like this can you feel the heat radiate from him.
"She's always on my case about the dishes, dad! i don't wanna—"
"Shut it."
You press your lips together to contain your laugh and steel your expression into one of disappointment. "I’m sorry, sweetie, it'd just be nice to have some help around the house," you say, sighing dejectedly.
Your (feigned) sadness doesn't escape Giyu’s detection, and he begins approaching your daughter with measured steps. You see the flicker of fear in her expression before she, too, steels her features. He reaches a hand out to place on her shoulder and lowers his head to stare directly into her eyes, face-to-face.
"Your wants are not expressed through childish tantrums," he warns, tightening his grip on her. "Especially not when addressing your mother. She doesn't work herself to the bone so that you can fuss about what you want."
"But—"
"No. Apologise immediately."
You stare at your daughter expectantly, pleased that your husband is so adamant about protecting you, both physically and emotionally. She purses her lips, glances at you, then looks back up at Giyu.
"It’s just a prank, Dad."
Giyu remains silent, waiting for her to do as he asked. He clearly isn't convinced that this is all a joke and you're tempted to let this keep going. But you feel bad, having put your daughter at your husband's mercy, so you snicker quietly and wave a dismissive hand at him.
"She's not lying, honey," you say. Giyu looks at you then and raises a brow, piecing together the situation until it finally dawns on him. He sighs like he's dealing with two children instead of just the one that is his daughter.
"When i say that you'll be the death of me," he starts, patting his daughter on the head apologetically, then walking over to you and kissing your forehead, "it's not always hyperbolic. My blood pressure can attest to that."
And even then, he can't help but smile and shake his head indulgently.
────────────────── gyomei himejima
Admittedly, you were scared to even think about putting your daughter in the line of fire, but you know about Gyomei's soft spot for her, so you think it balances out. Even so, your body trembled from the difficulty of containing your laughter and the anticipation.
Gyomei notices this and calls out, "are you alright, my love? You’re shaking."
You wave your hand, making a small 'mm' sound in response. That gives him pause, but he turns back to the bookshelf in front of him with you on the forefront of his mind.
As you wash the dishes, you look over at your daughter on the couch, clutching the tv remote. "Have you hung the laundry yet, sweetheart? The sun will be setting soon—"
"Gosh, Mom, just shut up!"
You hear the slam of a book being shut and the thud of it being placed on the coffee table, before Gyomei passes by—not without kissing your temple—and heads straight towards your daughter. Your daughter, who is now trying to busy herself with the remote and avoid her father's eyes at all costs.
Gyomei stands in front of her, effectively blocking her view of the tv. His huge arms flex as he crosses them, his pale eyes piercing. "The laundry. Now."
Your daughter knows better than to respond with anything but a nod of her head. She gets up to comply, but he stops her with the clearing of his throat. She turns to face him again and he nods his head in your direction pointedly.
She swallows anxiously and mumbles a small, "sorry, Mom."
You smile and walk over to embrace her, just as Gyomei says, "I forbid such insolent attitude in this house, especially towards your mother."
Placing a gentle hand on his chest, you whisper, "it's a prank."
Gyomei relaxes a little at that—completely when your daughter nods her head to confirm. The two of you are then pulled into his strong arms and held against his chest. His hands smooth over your and your daughter's hair. "You girls are more trouble than I anticipate sometimes."
────────────────── kyojuro rengoku
"Shut up, Mom!" your son shouts from his room in response to you asking him to hoover the house. You caress the swell of your pregnant belly and waddle to the stairs, placing a hand on the railing to look up at your son's bedroom door.
He makes it sound so convincing that your first instinct is to yell right back, but you remember that this is all just a prank and reign your emotions in. "It'll only take a bit, an hour tops!" you call out, knowing full well that the house Kyojuro bought for you is not one that can be cleaned in 3 hours, let alone 1.
You feel a gentle hand on the small of your back and a tender kiss on your cheek. "I'll deal with him, sweetheart. Go relax," Kyojuro says quietly, his gaze soft but burdened with a steely resolve demanding discipline.
He heads upstairs with a very weak smile in comparison to what he usually adorns, and you can see his right eye twitch and the way his breaths are inhaled deeper.
You hear him enter your son's bedroom, who argues his case for a maximum of five seconds before it turns concerningly quiet. Your brows furrow and your mouth opens to ask if everything's okay, only to shut when you see your son trudge down the stairs, the back of his shirt held up by his father's tense grip.
Your breath catches in your throat.
"Honey, don't hurt the boy," you say with a sigh.
"He's lucky i'm not," Kyojuro says, more so growls.
"Dad, listen—"
Kyojuro tightens his grip so that the neckline of the boy's shirt is practically choking him. Your eyes widen imperceptibly and you follow them as your husband leads, well drags, your son to the storage closet. He shoves the hoover into his hands before taking him into the living room.
"Clean, boy. You'd do well to preserve your energy for something useful." The way Kyojuro's eyes flash dangerously has you giddy.
Yes, he's disciplining your son, but that's... well that's kinda it. His protectiveness is so attractive.
"It's a prank," your son mumbles. You run your hand up and down your belly, pursing your lips.
"That it is, but I'm not complaining about the result," you say, grinning at the sight of your son hoovering obediently. "Not that you wouldn't have done as I told you, right?"
Kyojuro has relaxed his tense posture somewhat, but at your question, stares at the young man expectantly.
Your son nods, mirroring your grin.
────────────────── tokito muichiro
As your son heads upstairs to shower and undoubtedly game for the next five hours, you shout, "make sure to do your homework!"
He groans—nice added touch to the performance—and stomps up the last few stairs. "I know, mom! Shut up about my damn homework!" you hear the bathroom door shut behind him shortly after.
It takes a minute for you to hear any movement from Tokito, who's washing the dishes, and even then you're unsure as to how he'd react. All you can do is watch as he turns off the tap and dries his hands, then casually walks over to the small door under the stairs. He pulls it open and flicks off the electricity supply to the bathroom, effectively cutting off all the hot water. He shuts the door and walks back to the sink without a word, turning the tap on again.
You wait with deviously bright eyes and pursed lips. Then, after about 30 seconds, you hear a yelp and dejected laugh from the bathroom. Your son scurries out with a towel around his waist and a pleading expression directed at you.
You're snickering now, impressed by Tokito's prompt response. When you make no move to tell your husband, your son glares and rushes downstairs to poke his head into the kitchen.
"Dad, it was a prank, I swear. I feel so gross right now and I just want a hot shower, pleeeeease."
"That was hilarious," you finally say, having to cover your mouth at your son's desperation. He glares at you again. "shut up," he laughs out, before realising his mistake. "N-no, I didn't mean it like that—Dad, wait!"
You watch Tokito turn the tap off again, dry his hands again, and walk after your son, who runs back upstairs. "He really didn't mean it like that—it was a prank anyway!" you call out after your silently seething husband, who gives you no response in return.
────────────────── iguro obanai
You and your son share a knowing glance before you commence your roles. "Did you get the groceries I told you to?"
"Uh... no."
You feign annoyance. "We need them for lunch. can't you go out and get them now?"
"Um, no, Mom. I'm tired. I'll probably just order some food anyway."
"Alright, well your father and I still need to eat—"
"Gosh, Mom, shut up! Just uber it or something."
The two of you fall silent then, waiting for something to happen. You glance over at your husband, who's reading on the couch and in the process of taking his reading glasses off to place them on the coffee table. Kaburamaru hisses, slithering around Obanai's neck until the majority of its body is leaning over his shoulder, facing your son.
"You ill-mannered brat," Obanai snarls, shooting up onto his feet and stalking towards the young man beside you. "I'll cut your disrespectful tongue out and shove it down your throat—"
"Woah, woah, c'mon Dad. It's just late now, y'know? I can have them delivered, from my own pocket too if—eek!" your son manages to rush out before scrambling away from the snake on his dad's shoulder. "Why does mom let you keep that thing—no, please! I'm sorry, dad! I'm sorry!"
Obanai's hand shoots out and grabs the neckline of the teenager's shirt, using the leverage to drag him out the living room and to the front door.
You're confused as to what Obanai intends to do until you see him pull the door open and fully try to drag the boy out under the rainy sky. He would have already succeeded in doing so if said boy wasn't clinging to the door for his life, laughing and pleading breathlessly to be let go.
"Look! Look behind you!" he screams, pointing at the shopping bags by the shoe rack. "I already bought everything Mom asked me to, t-this was just a prank! I swear—Mom, tell him!"
"So now you seek out your mother's kindness?" your husband hisses, mirroring the sound the reptile makes.
"No really, Iguro! It's a prank—bring the poor boy back in," you laugh, rushing over to help your son up, who dusts himself off once on his feet and points an accusatory finger at you.
Obanai growls at that, and he drops the finger immediately.
"I'm never agreeing to prank this man again, you hear me?" he says, placing his hands on your shoulders. "You sentenced me to death."
────────────────── shinazugawa sanemi
Pranking Sanemi promptly activates your fight or flight, which is why you're slightly tense as you lay your feet in his lap and scroll on your phone. His scarred hands rub your ankles and heels subconsciously and you try not to let the soothing ministrations distract you from the task at hand.
Your daughter has more to worry about, though. Sanemi has never raised and will never raise a hand to his daughter, but he doesn't need violence to intimidate or make a point.
"Hey, sweetie?" you coo, looking over at your daughter, "could you make me some tea?"
"Later, Mom," she sighs, scribbling something in her homework book.
"I'm sorry to ask, it won't take long—"
"Shut uuuup, Mom! I said later!" she yells, flinching when Sanemi carelessly throws his phone to the floor and turns his full, searing attention to the disrespectful young lady.
"Get your ass up and apologise. Homework or no, you do as your mother asks," he snaps, tense and coiled like a snake prepared to strike.
When she hesitates for a split second, he shouts, "now!"
You shake your head to stop her from obeying, curious to see where this will go when she doesn't. Anxious and somewhat reluctant (but equally curious), she keeps her mouth shut and turns back to her homework, essentially ignoring Sanemi's order.
A beat passes before Sanemi lets out a disbelieving laugh. "Oh, so you think you're too good for this family, huh?" he mutters, taking care to not hurt you when he removes your feet from his lap to place them on the couch, before launching to his feet.
He doesn't even take a step before you're grabbing his arm and your daughter is laughing from sheer panic. "It's a prank," the two of you say simultaneously, making Sanemi second-guess himself for one of the very few moments in his life.
His top lip curls up. "Hah?"
"She didn't actually mean it, we just wanted to see how you'd react," you explain, running your thumb along the veins on his forearm. "I swear."
"What?" he snarls in an equally confused tone, face flushing red at the fact that he just fell for your masterfully devised plan.
When you simply grin and tug him back down onto the couch, your feet quick to settle in his lap again, he leans his head in one hand while the other resumes its ministrations on your ankles. Your daughter takes the opportunity to gather her books and hurry out the living room, stopping to kiss her dad's temple apologetically, earning a grunt from him.
"I love you," you say, grin widening when he hesitates.
"Damn you, woman," he grumbles, leaning down to rest his head on your stomach. He huffs out a quiet laugh when you smack his shoulder in protest. "I love you too."
────────────────── kibutsuji muzan
Are you dumb? Why in the world would you think to prank this man? He's crushed skulls with a few flicks of his finger and slaughtered his own kind for the slightest display of insubordination—are you looking to sign your death warrant?
No, because Muzan (as much as he won't admit it) has a soft spot for you. Rightly so, considering he married you and has left you wanting for nothing ever since. That and the fact that there's a 16 year old kid of his living under his roof.
You had to execute this smartly and, more importantly, safely. He's never hit you or your daughter, but he's certainly not against locking them somewhere to discipline them—the last time he did that was when she was 3 and wouldn't take no for an answer regarding the pet she wanted. Because... a rat? really? Muzan would incinerate the creature at the slightest squeak.
Luckily, your daughter was strong-willed and wasn't sensitive in the slightest. That meant she developed zero trauma from the experience and did not grow up to hate her dad in the slightest.
Good. This should go well, then.
“Could you get the fire going in the living room?" you ask your daughter, who adopts her role immediately and rolls her eyes.
"We have servants for that, Mom."
"Need I remind you that the remaining two are busy cleaning the house?" Two instead of the initial twenty, because Muzan can't find the patience to tolerate anything from anyone. "Please?" you ask again.
"No."
"D/n-"
"No! Please just- shut up! Gosh," she huffs out, eyes already bright and curious to witness her father's reaction.
You turn back to the book you're reading and almost scream when you see Muzan standing to your left, your daughter still on your right.
"What was that?" he asks, voice smooth and low. You shiver at his tone, not from fear, but for a reason you'd explore later. "Insolence in such youth?"
He places a clawed hand on your head, not quite gently because his body is not accustomed to such, but soothingly. Enough to remind you who his anger was directed at.
"My spawn dare lash at her mother with such invective?" He sounds deceivingly calm, his hand leaving your head to stalk towards your daughter. "Well? Answer me, girl."
You see his claws extend and his veins protrude, almost disgustingly so. He's trembling from the self-control he's exerting to not do as he usually does and rip the offender's throat out. It's taking a toll on him psychologically, because you see the manic glint in his eye and the cruel curl of his lips.
Even at the sight of her father's enraged state, your daughter manages to stay standing and not plead for mercy at her father's feet.
"You forget your place. You are afforded no right to such speech. Cleanse the filth from your tongue and apologise at once.”
It is then that your daughter sees the emotion in her father's eyes—he was undoubtedly willing to murder her if she persisted. She wishes she could photograph the sight to show you the next time you doubt his love for obsession with you.
"Sorry, Mom."
"It's alright, sweetie."
Muzan calms then, claws still extended and veins still pulsing. His body remains much too tense, even as he turns to pat your head again and pull you to his chest, looking over his shoulder to glare at his daughter.
husband!kyojuro rengoku and husband!tengen uzui trying to make you dinner after a long day ˚.✦
“Tengen, focus! She’s going to arrive and we have nothing prepared!” Kyojuro pushes his husband’s face out of his cheek for the third time in a row. While he is steaming the buns and chopping the vegetables, Tengen only wraps his arms around his waist, tickling his neck with kisses.
“We still have like, twenty minutes until our gorgeous wife arrives. That’s enough to have you prepared for her,” Tengen whispers really close to Kyojuro’s ear, trying to sound suggestive and fun, but only making him roll his eyes.
“I want the food prepared, Tengen. You know she’s been having a hard time at her work, I just want to surprise her with a nice dinner for once,” he pouted, looking back at the white-haired man.
Tengen bites the inside of his cheek because his husband is right. These last few days you arrived later than ever, a tired smile and no appetite, going straight to bed after giving a kiss on each of your husband’s cheeks.
“I don’t know why she works,” Tengen shrugs his shoulders, walking around the kitchen to prepare the meat. “Both of us get paid whatever we want, there’s no need for her to work.”
Kyojuro sighs. “Because she loves her work, silly. And neither of us want a house wife, right? Now help me with this, we still have to think about dessert.”
“I am the dessert!” Tengen beams, smiling with his hands resting in his waist.
“No, you’re not.” Kyojuro presses a finger in the middle of Tengen’s chest before going back to preparing the food.
Ten minutes later, you arrive through the door in silence. You leave your shoes at the entrance and quickly get rid of your work attire, taking a soft and big kimono and wrapping it around you with ease. It takes you a moment to register the smell of burnt vegetables and the whisper-screams of your husbands.
“Tengen, the carrots! They’re smoking!”
“Relax, love, I got it!” Tengen answers, followed by the clatter of a pan and a dramatic hiss of water hitting hot metal. “See? It’s perfect.”
“It is not!”
You step closer, peeking around the corner. The kitchen is a cute disaster, there are chopped vegetables scattered across the counter, a few pieces on the floor and steam fogging up the window. Kyojuro is standing at the stove in a simple black apron, his bright hair tied back messily, cheeks flushed from the heat. Tengen is right behind him, tall and flashy even in casual clothes, one arm slung around Kyojuro’s shoulders while he tries to stir something with the other hand. They haven’t noticed you yet.
Kyojuro huffs, nudging Tengen with his elbow. “You were supposed to watch the vegetables, not me.”
“I can multitask,” Tengen grins, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Kyojuro’s head. “Besides, our wife deserves a little chaos with her meal.”
You can’t help the soft giggle that escapes you. Both of them freeze. Then their heads snap toward the doorway, eyes lighting up the second they see you.
“Hii,” you wave, entering the kitchen all the way.
“My love!” Kyojuro beams, he drops the spatula and practically bounces over, pulling you into a warm hug before you can even say hello. His arms wrap around you tight, one hand gently rubbing your back. “You’re finally home.”
Tengen is right behind him, sliding in to make it a double hug, his chin resting on top of your head. “There she is. Our gorgeous, hardworking wife. Come here.” He always has the habit of smelling you after a long day, you don’t know why.
“Did you guys make dinner?” you ask, still not wanting to let go of them.
“Of course!” Kyojuro answers right away, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “We did your favorite.”
You nuzzle closer to his neck, letting your full weight rest between them. “You didn’t have to…”
“Shh, of course we had,” Tengen says, kissing your cheek.
They guide you to the table without letting you go, Tengen sits first, letting you rest between his legs, back pressed to his chest. There’s a big bowl of stir-fried vegetables (some pieces a tiny bit darker than others), steamed buns piled high and slices of meat that look juicy even if the edges are a little crisp.
Kyojuro sits on one side of you. “You sit. We serve,” Kyojuro says firmly, already picking up chopsticks. He gathers a perfect little bite of everything and holds it up to your lips, eyes sparkling. “Open, my love. I know you’re tired.”
You let him feed you and the moment the food touches your tongue you realize how hungry you actually are. It’s messy, a little salty, but it tastes like home and effort. You hum happily.
Tengen watches you with a soft grin, one hand already resting on your knee as he peeks from your shoulder. “Good, right? Tell me it’s the best thing you’ve eaten all week.”
“It is,” you mumble around the bite, cheeks warm. “Even the burnt bits.”
Kyojuro laughs and leans in to kiss your cheek. “See? She likes it. I told you the char adds flavor.”
Tengen rolls his eyes playfully but he’s already preparing the next bite for you, this time with extra meat. “Here, baby. Another one. You need to eat more than those sad little snacks you probably had today.”
They take turns feeding you, sometimes both at once so you end up laughing with your mouth full, trying not to drop anything on your clothes. Kyojuro keeps his hand on your knee, while Tengen leans his head against yours between bites, whispering silly little compliments.
“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy and eating,” Tengen murmurs. “Like a tired little cat who finally came home.”
Kyojuro nods, eyes soft as he watches you. “We missed you every second you were gone. The house feels too quiet without your laugh.”
You feel your shoulders relax for the first time all day, the exhaustion melting under their attention. “I’ll try to come sooner, I promise.” When you yawn, Tengen immediately pulls you closer, letting you lean against his chest while Kyojuro keeps feeding you smaller bites.
“After this we’re taking you to the bath,” Kyojuro promises. “Then straight to bed with both of us wrapped around you like blankets.”
Tengen chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hair. “And if you fall asleep mid-conversation, that’s fine too. We’ll just keep talking softly until you’re dreaming.”
You giggle again, the sound small and content and they both light up like you just handed them the moon.
“God, I love that sound,” Tengen says, squeezing your knee. “Keep making it and I might burn the dessert on purpose just to hear it more.”
“There is no dessert yet,” Kyojuro reminds him, but he’s smiling so wide his eyes crinkle. He leans in and steals a soft kiss from your lips. “But we can figure that out later. Right now, our queen needs to be full, warm and adored.”
Tengen nods, already reaching for another perfect bite. “Exactly. So eat up, beautiful. We’re not letting you lift a single finger tonight.”
You let them spoil you, the messy but tasty dinner filling your belly while their love fills every tired corner of your heart.
“Ay, ay, ay, he so deep in that pussy it’s like he lookin for somethin’ ”
Toji discovers that you haven’t found your G-spot yet and decides to lend a hand. (wc: 3.9k.)
A.N: This is based off Megans song Lover Girl if you couldn’t tell👀
A.N: I’ve been hesitant to post this one because, the more I read it, the worse it looks. Oh well! I hope you guys like it!! Also my requests are open so feel free to drop some ideas! I’m happy to do it. OKOK FR GO READ THIS!!!
Content & Warnings: explicit sexual content :: first time together :: age gap bc i love me an older man :: oral sex (f. receiving) :: vaginal penetration :: multiple orgasms and squirting :: praise and degradation :: various positions :: anal play (finger) :: creampie :: graphic descriptions :: cervix fucking :: headlock position :: leg-locking :: cum play :: spitting :: crying during sex :: drooling :: incoherent babbling :: idk how to do warnings :: can u tell
You've been dating Toji for three months now, and tonight marks a shift you've both been building toward. The age gap between you—him settled into his mid thirties with a seven-year-old son, you still navigating your early twenties—raised eyebrows at first, but there's an undeniable pull between you. Megumi's sleeping over at a friend’s house, which means you have the entire night. No interruptions. No holding back.
The bedroom door clicks shut, and Toji's presence fills the space behind you immediately. His hands find your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest. You can feel every defined muscle, the way his body radiates a quiet, controlled strength.
"Been waiting for this," he says against your ear, voice low and unhurried. His breath ghosts over your skin, making you shiver. "Gonna take my time with you tonight."
Your heart hammers as his palms slide up your sides, thumbs grazing just beneath your breasts through your thin tank top. The touch is deliberate, mapping you out like he's committing every detail to memory.
"Toji..." you breathe, already feeling heat pool low in your belly.
"Shh." His lips find the curve of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses there while his hands continue their exploration. The scar on his lip—a pale line bisecting the left side—drags against your skin, a reminder of how different his world is from yours. "You trust me?"
"Yes." The answer comes without hesitation.
"Good." His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he grinds against you from behind. Even through his sweatpants, you can feel him—thick and already hard, pressing insistently against the curve of your ass. "Told you I'd help you figure out what that body of yours can do. Tonight's the night, doll."
You'd confessed to him weeks ago, during a late-night conversation, that you'd never found your g-spot. Never experienced squirting despite watching enough videos to know it was possible. He'd just given you that dangerous half-smile, the scar on his lip pulling slightly, and promised he'd show you everything you were missing.
Toji spins you around, capturing your mouth in a kiss that's immediately consuming. He doesn't ease into it—his tongue slides against yours with purpose, claiming and demanding. One hand tangles in your hair while the other grips your hip, holding you exactly where he wants you. When he finally pulls back, you're breathless and dizzy.
"Get on the bed," he says simply.
You obey, settling onto the mattress while he watches with dark, focused eyes. He strips off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing the carved planes of his chest and abdomen. Scars mark his skin—some faded, some newer—each one a story he's never fully told you. His body is a weapon honed through years of whatever dangerous work he does, and right now, all that controlled power is focused entirely on you.
He stalks toward the bed, movements unhurried but predatory. When he reaches you, his hands go to the hem of your tank top.
"Arms up."
You raise them, and he pulls the fabric over your head, tossing it aside. His gaze rakes over you—your full breasts straining against your bra, the thick muscle of your thighs. His jaw tightens as he takes you in.
"Perfect," he mutters, more to himself than to you.
He pushes you back onto the mattress, following you down. His weight settles over you, and you can feel every hard inch of him pressed against your core. The friction of his sweatpants against your shorts makes you gasp, hips bucking up involuntarily.
Toji grinds down deliberately, the thick ridge of his cock dragging right where you need it. "Feel that?" he asks, doing it again. "That's what you do to me."
"Please," you whimper, hands clutching at his broad shoulders.
"Not yet." His fingers find the button of your shorts, flicking it open with practiced ease. "Lift your hips."
You do, and he slides both your shorts and underwear down your legs in one smooth pull, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hits your overheated skin, and you instinctively try to close your legs, but Toji's hands on your thighs stop you.
"Don't hide." His voice carries quiet authority as he pushes your legs apart, spreading you open. His eyes fix between your thighs, and you watch his throat work as he swallows. "Fuck. Look at you."
He runs one finger through your folds, gathering the wetness already there, and you jolt at the contact. When he brings that finger to his mouth and sucks it clean, maintaining eye contact the entire time, your face burns.
"Tastes good," he says, settling between your thighs. His hands grip your ass, pulling you closer to his face. "But I need more than a taste."
"You don't have to—oh fuck!"
Your protest dissolves into a sharp moan as his tongue drags through your folds, slow and thorough. He groans against you, the vibration making your toes curl against the sheets.
Toji eats pussy like he does everything else—with complete focus and zero hesitation. His tongue works through your folds, circling your clit before dipping down to fuck into your entrance. He's not gentle about it either. His face presses close enough that you can feel his nose bumping against your clit while his tongue explores you, and the wet, obscene sounds fill the room.
"Could do this for hours," he mutters against your flesh, and you believe him.
Your hands find his dark hair, fingers tangling in the strands as pleasure builds with each stroke of his tongue. He alternates between broad licks and focused attention on your clit, occasionally sealing his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking until you cry out.
"That's it," he encourages, the words vibrating against you. "Let me hear you."
When he slides one thick finger inside you, your back arches off the bed. He pumps it slowly, curling it as he searches, and you can feel him exploring your inner walls with clear intent.
"Gonna find it," he says, adding a second finger. The stretch makes you gasp—his fingers are so much thicker than yours, reaching deeper than you've ever managed on your own. "That spot that's gonna make you lose your mind."
He curls his fingers just right, and suddenly there's pressure—deep and intense and completely different from anything you've felt before.
"There," Toji says with satisfaction, pressing against that spot again. "Found you."
"Toji, I—" You're not sure what you're trying to say. The sensation is overwhelming, making you want to squirm away and press closer simultaneously.
"I know." His free hand pins your hip down, keeping you in place. "Just relax. Trust me."
He maintains that steady pressure inside you while his tongue works your clit, and the combination builds something unfamiliar low in your belly. Your thighs start shaking, and there's a strange fullness, a pressure that feels like you might—
"Let go," Toji instructs, pulling back just enough to watch your face while his fingers continue their work. "Stop fighting it. Just let it happen."
"I can't—it feels weird—"
"You can." His thumb replaces his tongue on your clit, rubbing tight circles. "Give it to me, doll."
The pressure becomes unbearable, and then suddenly you're coming apart. Your pussy clenches around his fingers as your orgasm hits, but it's different this time—you feel yourself gush, fluid leaking out around his fingers as you squirt for the first time in your life. The intensity of it makes you sob, tears streaming down your face as pleasure crashes through you in relentless waves.
"Fuck yes," Toji groans, and you feel his tongue on you again, lapping up everything you give him. "That's my girl. Squirting all over my face. So fucking perfect."
You're shaking uncontrollably, overwhelmed by sensations you've never experienced. When you finally come down, you're boneless and gasping, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Toji crawls up your body, his face wet with your release, and kisses you deeply. You taste yourself on his tongue, and instead of embarrassment, it sends another pulse of arousal through you.
"Did so good," he murmurs against your lips, kissing away the tears on your cheeks. "See? Told you your body could do it."
"That was—I've never—" Words fail you completely.
"I know." There's satisfaction in his voice as he sits back on his heels. "And we're just getting started."
He strips off his sweatpants and boxers, and even though you've felt him against you, seeing him bare still makes your eyes widen. He's huge—easily eight or nine inches of thick, veined cock, the head flushed dark and already leaking. Your fingers wouldn't touch if you wrapped your hand around him.
"See what you do to me?" He strokes himself slowly, and you watch, mesmerized. "Been hard since we walked in here."
He reaches for the nightstand, but you stop him with a hand on his wrist.
"No condom," you say, surprising yourself with the boldness. "Want to feel you. All of you."
His eyes darken, pupils blown wide. "You sure? Because if I fuck you raw, I'm not pulling out."
The thought sends heat flooding through you. "I'm on birth control. Please, Toji."
"Fuck." He tosses the unopened condom aside. "Gonna ruin you, baby."
He positions himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against your opening. Even as wet as you are, even after your orgasm, the stretch as he pushes in is intense. You feel every inch as he works himself inside, slow and relentless.
"Breathe," he instructs, watching your face carefully. "Take it slow. That's it."
The praise makes you clench around him, and he groans, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.
"Don't do that yet," he grits out. "Still gotta get all the way in."
It takes time—he's so thick that your body needs to adjust to accommodate him—but finally, finally, he's fully seated inside you. You feel impossibly full, stretched to your absolute limit. When you look down, you can see the slight bulge in your lower belly where he's buried deep.
"Look at that." Toji presses down on the bulge, and you both groan at the sensation. "So deep in this pussy. Gonna find every spot that makes you scream."
He starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The drag of his cock against your inner walls is exquisite—you can feel every ridge, every vein, the way he stretches you open.
"So tight," he grunts, setting a steady rhythm. "Squeezing me so good."
He angles his hips, searching, and when he hits that spot inside you again, you cry out sharply.
"There it is." He adjusts his position, making sure every thrust hits that same spot. "That's what I'm looking for."
The pleasure builds quickly, intensifying with each deliberate stroke. Your hands clutch at his back, nails digging into scarred skin as he fucks into you with clear purpose.
"Toji," you gasp, his name the only word you can manage.
"That's right. Say my name." He picks up the pace, fucking into you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans. "Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."
He reaches between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. The added stimulation combined with the way he's hitting your g-spot with every thrust pushes you toward another orgasm.
"Gonna make you squirt on my cock," Toji says, voice rough. "Wanna feel you gush all over me while I'm buried inside you."
Your second orgasm hits like a tidal wave. You scream his name as your pussy clenches around him, and you feel yourself gushing again, fluid leaking out around his cock as he continues to fuck you through it.
"Holy fuck," he groans. "So fucking hot. Making such a mess, doll."
You're crying again, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your thoughts are starting to go hazy, the edges of your mind going soft and unfocused.
"Pretty when you cry," Toji murmurs, leaning down to lick the tears from your cheeks. "Crying on my cock like a good girl."
He pulls out suddenly, and you whimper at the loss.
"Hands and knees," he orders.
You scramble to obey on shaky limbs, getting into position. Once you're there, he slides back in with one smooth thrust, and the new angle has him hitting even deeper. You can feel him pressing against your cervix, and the mix of pleasure-pain makes you sob.
"Too deep?" he asks, but he doesn't slow down.
"N-no," you manage. "Feels good. So good."
"That's my girl." One hand grips your hip while the other slides up your spine. "Taking every fucking inch."
He fucks you hard in this position, each thrust making your ass bounce and your breasts sway. The sounds are obscene—the wet squelch of your pussy, the slap of his hips against your ass, your increasingly incoherent moans.
"Such a good little slut for me," Toji says, and the degradation mixed with praise makes you clench around him. "Yeah? You like that? Like being my personal fucktoy?"
"Yes," you sob. "Yes, yes, yes."
Your arms give out, and you collapse forward onto the bed, ass still in the air. Toji follows you down, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he continues to pound into you.
"Gonna try something," he says. "Tell me if it's too much."
You feel his finger—slick with your wetness—press against your other hole. You tense instinctively, but he soothes you with his free hand stroking your back.
"Relax," he murmurs. "Just gonna use my finger. Gonna make you feel even better."
He works his finger in slowly, and the added fullness makes you see stars. You've never felt so full, so completely claimed.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Toji groans. "Taking me in both holes. So fucking tight."
He fucks you like this for what feels like hours, finger in your ass and cock in your pussy, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You lose count of how many times you cum, each orgasm blending into the next until you're just a shaking, sobbing mess beneath him.
Your mind is completely gone now, cock-drunk and incoherent. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth onto the sheets, and you can't form words anymore, just babbling nonsense and his name.
"T-Toji, Toji, please, so good, can't—I can't—more, please, so full, love it, love your cock, please please please—"
"That's it, doll," he encourages. "Go dumb on my dick. Don't need to think. Just need to feel."
He pulls his finger out and flips you over onto your back again. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up, but Toji hooks them over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half.
"Gonna fuck you even deeper," he warns.
When he slides back in, this position has him hitting your cervix with every thrust. The intensity makes you scream—it's too much and not enough all at once, pleasure bordering on pain but so good you never want it to stop.
"Look at you," Toji says, and you force your eyes open to meet his gaze. "Completely fucked out. Drooling and crying and taking my cock so well."
He leans down, and you think he's going to kiss you, but instead he spits directly into your open mouth.
"Swallow," he orders.
You do without thinking, and his eyes darken with approval.
"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me."
His thrusts are getting erratic now, and you can tell he's close. One of his hands wraps around your throat—not squeezing, just holding—while the other finds your clit again.
"One more," he demands. "Cum with me, baby."
The pressure on your throat, the stimulation on your clit, the relentless pounding of his cock—it all combines to push you over the edge one more time. You cum with a silent scream, body going rigid as pleasure whites out your vision.
Coming down from your high, you feel his thrusts become sloppy. In your cock-drunk haze, your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, locking your ankles behind his back to keep him inside you. You need him to stay, need to feel every drop.
"Fuck," Toji chants, and then he's cumming too, buried as deep as he can get. You can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you with his release, and it seems to go on forever.
The leg-lock does something to Toji. His eyes go wild, almost feral, and he groans like he's in pain.
"Fuck, doll," he gasps. "Locking me in like that. Keeping me inside this pussy."
He's still hard inside you—barely softened at all—and you can feel him starting to move again.
"Can't stop," he says, sounding almost apologetic. "This pussy's got me fucking drunk. Need more."
"Yes," you slur, still not fully coherent. "More. Want more."
"Gonna give it to you." His voice has gone rough, almost desperate. "Gonna fuck my cum deeper inside you. Gonna fill you up even more."
He unwraps your legs from around him and pulls out, and you both watch as his cum leaks out of your used pussy. The sight makes him groan.
"So pretty," he says, gathering the cum on his fingers and pushing it back inside you. "This all belongs inside you."
Then he's maneuvering you into a new position. He sits back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, your back to his chest. His cock slides back into you easily, and this position has him even deeper than before.
"Gonna fuck you like this," he says, hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide. "Want you to watch."
You look down and can see everything—your swollen, used pussy stretched around his thick cock, his cum leaking out around him, the way your lower belly bulges slightly with each thrust.
"See that?" One hand presses on the bulge. "So deep in this pussy. Fucking your cervix. Gonna make you feel me for days."
He starts to move, lifting you up and down on his cock. The position has your legs spread wide, completely open and exposed, and you can see everything in the mirror across from the bed.
You look wrecked—hair a mess, face flushed and tear-stained, drool on your chin, eyes glazed and unfocused. You look thoroughly fucked, and the sight makes you clench around him.
"Like watching?" Toji asks. "Like seeing how ruined you look?"
"Uh-huh," you manage, unable to form real words anymore.
One of his hands slides up to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple, while the other finds your clit again. You're so oversensitive that even the lightest touch makes you jerk.
"Gonna make you cum again," he says. "Wanna see how many times I can make this pussy squirt."
He bounces you on his cock faster, harder, and you can only hold on and take it. Your head falls back against his shoulder, mouth open in a constant moan.
"That's it. Just take it. Don't gotta do anything but sit there and let me use this pussy like the cockwhore you are."
The degradation mixed with the praise, the overstimulation, the feeling of his cum inside you—it all pushes you toward another orgasm. You didn't think you had another one in you, but your body proves you wrong.
"Gonna—gonna—" you try to warn him, but the words won't come.
"I know. Can feel you getting tight. Go ahead. Squirt all over my cock again."
Your orgasm hits, and you do squirt again, fluid gushing out around his cock and soaking both of you. You're sobbing now, completely overwhelmed, body shaking uncontrollably.
"So good," Toji groans. "Such a good fucking girl."
He shifts positions again, this time pulling you forward so you're on your hands and knees. But instead of kneeling behind you, he straddles your hips, one arm wrapping around your throat in a loose headlock while the other grips your hip.
"This okay?" he checks, and you nod frantically.
"Good," he says, and then he's fucking into you with renewed intensity.
The headlock position has you completely at his mercy. You can't move, can't do anything but take what he gives you. The angle is different too, his cock dragging against your g-spot with every thrust.
"Love having you like this," he grunts in your ear. "Completely under my control."
His arm around your throat tightens slightly—not enough to cut off air, just enough to make you lightheaded. Combined with the relentless pounding, it's almost too much.
"Color?" he asks, checking in.
"Green," you gasp. "So green. Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning to."
He fucks you harder, faster, chasing his second orgasm. You're beyond cumming at this point, just existing in a constant state of pleasure, body trembling and twitching with every thrust.
"Gonna fill you up again," he warns. "Gonna pump you so full of cum it'll be leaking out for days."
The possessiveness in his voice makes you clench weakly around him.
"Yeah, you like that," he says. "Like being mine."
"Yours," you manage to slur. "All yours."
"Damn right," he growls, and then he's cumming again, the arm around your throat tightening as he buries himself as deep as possible.
You can feel him pulsing inside you, adding to the mess already there. It's so much—too much—and you can feel it leaking out even as he's still cumming.
When he finally finishes, he releases the headlock and you collapse forward onto the bed, completely boneless. Toji follows you down, keeping his cock inside you as you both catch your breath.
"Did so good," he murmurs, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "So fucking perfect for me."
You can only whimper in response, completely fucked out and incoherent. Your body is still twitching with aftershocks, oversensitive and used.
Toji finally pulls out, and you both watch as cum gushes out of you, soaking the sheets beneath you. There's so much of it, and the sight makes him groan.
"Fuck, look at that," he says, running his fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside you. "So pretty like this."
He brings his cum-covered fingers to your mouth, and you automatically open, sucking them clean without thought.
"Good girl," he praises. "Love how cock-drunk you get."
He gathers more cum on his fingers and feeds it to you again, and you swallow it down obediently, too far gone to feel embarrassed.
"That's it. Taste how good we are together."
When his fingers are clean, he finally rolls off you, pulling you into his arms. You're still trembling, still crying softly, completely overwhelmed by everything that just happened.
"Shh, I got you," he soothes, stroking your hair. "You're okay. Did so good for me."
His praise makes you cry harder, emotions overwhelming you.
"Found it," you mumble against his chest. "Found my g-spot."
He laughs softly. "Yeah, we did. And you squirted so pretty for me, doll."
"Love you," you slur, barely conscious now.
"Love you too," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now rest. Gonna take care of you."
You drift off in his arms, thoroughly used and completely satisfied, already dreaming about the next time he'll take you apart like this.
When you wake up later, cleaned and tucked into fresh sheets, Toji is there beside you, watching you with soft eyes.
"Hey, doll," he says gently. "How you feeling?"
"Sore," you admit. "But good. Really good."
"Good," he says, pulling you closer. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Gonna spend all night finding new ways to make you squirt for me."
And he does.
By morning, you can barely walk, thoroughly marked and claimed and completely his. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
I hope there aren’t any mistakes i did not beta read this
fluff ♡ part of my true form!sukuna x his fave chubby concubine series, more here !!
"brat, do not ignore me," sukuna grumbles, watching you saunter around your chambers doing various tasks, avoiding speaking to him at all.
if there’s one thing sukuna doesn’t like, basically everything, it’s being ignored. especially by you. in your defence, he’d been away a lot recently, leaving you bored and lonely. you figured a little silent treatment couldn’t hurt…
"you’ve been warned, woman. speak," sukuna continues, edging closer to you as you fold some robes nearby, recieving no response. you brush past him to walk away, heading towards the door when one pair of ridiculously large hands grab your hips from behind.
you still refuse to say anything.
sukuna leans in close, bending down low enough for his breath to fan across your ear, "have it your way." you begin to squirm in his iron grasp, shoving at his chest with your elbow like it’d do anything. "there’s no use in squirming, woman."
with that, sukuna uses his second pair of hands to grab your upper waist, spinning you around to face him before lifting you effortlessly into the air. you’re completely helpless, feet a metre from the floor. he just holds you there, narrowing his primary set of eyes like he’s trying to figure you out.
you squirm again, becoming frustrated, trying to use your feet to kick him. "let go of me, now!" you protest through gritted teeth. sukuna only holds you tighter, fingertips digging into the supple flesh on your hips.
the more you squirm, the more sukuna’s grin grows. "look at you, so pathetic and helpless," he rasps. “i can hold you here all day, brat. so speak."
you pout, finally giving in, body going limp in the air. the situation may be irritating, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the fact sukuna could hold you up like this with ease. something no other man was capable of.
"you’ve been neglecting me,” you huff, finally meeting sukuna’s gaze. his very irritated gaze. had this been anyone else, he would’ve sliced them into pieces the second they dared to ignore him. "i have done no such thing."
you scoff. "you’ve been away so much recently." sukuna ponders for a moment, realising that you might in fact be right, not that he was going to admit that. "tch. you’re behaving this way because you want attention?"
he desperately wants to taunt you a little more, yet surprisingly stops himself, noticing how your eyes begin to water. sukuna grumbles, muttering something under his breath, still keeping you restrained in the air.
"well, you have my attention now, woman," he says, gaze softening slightly. "are you going to put me down now?" you say, half hoping he doesn’t.
"do you wish for me to put you down?”
"…no."
sukuna hums, pulling you closer, two hands on your thighs now, positioning them around his waist — the other pair of hands still firm on your soft waist. you wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head against his shoulder, sighing in relief.
"strange woman," he murmurs, more to himself than anything, walking over to the bed.
a/n; never done a pink post before but i love this art sm i had to… anyways. the highly requested sukuna version!!
synopsis— nerdjo is your tutor who’s secretly obsessed with you. what happens when he finally breaks?
warning: smut so, MDNI!!! gojo is OBSESSED!! pinv sex. rough sex? finger-sucking. fingering. nose bleeds. unprotected sex. cream pie. edging. dom!gojo. PUSSYDRUNK gojo. tummy bulge. oral (f.receiving). slight dry humping. mentions of masturbation (m). confessions. getting together in the end.
note: hellooo!! i’m actually shocked that a few people saw, and enjoyed my last upload. thank you so muuuuch!! i figure i might as well get this brain working and give you another. please bare with me, im not the greatest at writing smut. when the idea popped into my head, i just HAD to write it out. i hope you enjoy, and feel free to leave your honest feedback<3
never in a million years did satoru gojo expect that he’d become your arranged tutor for the end of semester exam. the man has quite literally been obsessed with you since the start of the school year.
how could he not be obsessed? you were gorgeous, not just on the outside. he loved the way that you were so kind to everyone around. he loved how you shared your materials with others when they ran out. he loved how you’d smile and wave at him when you’d catch him staring.
so yeah, he was pretty freaked out the first time you guys met up in his dorm to study. though, satoru gojo was the type to seem unbothered on the outside no matter how he truly felt. he’d stay calm when explaining formulas to you, he’d have a kind but neutral expression on his face through the few hours you were over.
once you’d leave, he’d face palm and groan to himself as if feeling guilty for feeling so strongly for you. as days passed and you’d come over everyday after class to study, his infatuation only grew deeper. he’d catch himself seeking you out in class and studying your every move rather than focusing on the lecture.
it didn’t stop there, he started having thoughts. dirty, nasty thoughts that made him feel sick with guilt. he thought he’d suppressed them, until you’d come back over to his dorm to study.
he noticed that you’d always wear such short skirts. his eyes would drop to your thighs, they look so soft and he just wants to squeeze them. his eyes focused on your face would drop down as you’d lean forward to take a look at his notebook.
your breast nearly busting out the seams of your low cut shirt. he’d grit his jaw, fist clenching under his desk. even down to the way you’d smile when he told you that you were doing a good job with the equations. the way you’d twirl a strand of your hair in concentration.
it’s almost like you’re taunting him on purpose. he tried, really tried to push those feelings aside. that is until one day in class, you’d dropped your pencil. you’d bent down right in front of his desk to pick it up. he didn’t mean to look, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away.
he saw it, that baby pink thong you’d had on that day beneath your skirt. he’d saw way more of your soft ass then what he should’ve. he tears his eyes away before anyone catches him.
heat travels straight down to his groin, his jeans suddenly feel suffocating. he crosses his legs to hide his raging boner. his focus is gone, eyes staring down at his notebook as the clock ticks almost mockingly.
as soon as he’s back to his dorm, he shoving his pants down. his cock flushed, leaking, and so painfully erect. every time he closes his eyes, the scene flashes before his eyes. gripping himself and stroking in fast, tight motions.
he’s too hot and out of it to feel guilty for thinking of you this way. all he’s focused on now is the way his hand grips his aching cock, pretending it was yours.
he thought that finishing to the thought of you would make the thoughts somehow magically disappear. oh was he incredibly wrong. they didn’t just go away, they got worse. the vision of you under him would haunt him even in deep sleep.
he’d wake up before his alarm, groaning as his hips rut against his mattress to try and surpress the ache between his legs. no matter what he did, the thoughts never went away. even though he kept things professional whenever he’d actually be around you.
then the day came. you knocked on his door, test results in hand and a big, proud smile on your face. he’d invite you in, smile, and congratulate you.
then the realization would hit, the tutor arrangement has ended now. no, no he couldn’t let you go. not after being this close to confessing.
hearing you say that your leaving, that the arrangement period has ended, and sounding so okay with it is what sent him to his breaking point. it’s the way that you think he’d be okay with just letting you go after tempting him for weeks. his resolve crumbles.
you’re in the middle of thanking him for all of his help, for helping you become successful. he’s sitting back in his desk chair, facing you. his eyes deadpanned on your face.
when you finish speaking, he erupts into a deep laughter. his shoulders shake as he places his hands over his face. you give him a confused look. “satoru? did i say something funny? i don’t understand.” his laughter simmers to a low chuckle.
he slide his glasses off with careful hands, folding them up and setting them on his desk. he’s leaned back in his desk chair. “of course, you don’t understand. gosh y/n…you really have no clue, huh?” his eyes lift to your face.
your body goes still on the other side of his room, brows still furrowed. his hands find the arm rest of his chair, pushing himself to his feet. he takes slow steps after slow steps towards you.
“you think that’s it? that you get to run off after i’ve spent so long helping you get to this point?” his voice is low, and rough with something you can’t quite put a finger on. “wasn’t that the point of the arrangement?” you murmur, lashes blinking up at him as his steps bring him closer and closer to you.
you find yourself taking steps backward. “that’s true, but that all went away the moment you first showed up in that slutty little skirt.” he scoffs a reply. “satoru..” you breath out and he finally steps right in front of you, leaving nowhere for you to turn. your back is against the wall.
“i’ve been driving myself mad with just the thought of you. you can’t just walk out when i feel this strongly for you. tell me…you feel the same, don’t you?” his voice comes out in a whisper. his piercing blue eyes staring right through you. you blink up at him.
the tension between you two is so thick you could cut it with a knife. a flush creeps up your neck and cheeks, you turn your head to the side to avoid his gaze.
his hand cups your cheek, turning you to look at him again. “you like me don’t you, pretty girl?” his eyes flick between yours. you let out a shaky exhale. “yes…i like you, a lot.” your words come out airy and soft.
his thumb traces over your bottom lip. “i knew you did baby. all this time and you were just begging to get my attention. you’ve got it baby, you’ve got it all.” he leans closer, hand slipping into your hair to tilt your head back as he crowds you against the wall.
his body presses to yours and he towers over you. you feel heat coiling low in your gut. a feeling you haven’t felt in quite sometime. you’ve never seen this side of satoru before, it’s exciting. “well now that you know, what’re you going to do with that information?” your voice rolls out in a whisper.
his face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath fanning against your lips. a smirk curls on his face, almost evil. his hand in your hair tightens just a bit more. his head leans down beside your ear. “oh baby, there’s so much i plan to do with that.” his voice low and deep in your ear.
his warm breath fanning against your neck. his lips brushing right against your pulse point. “like what..?” you breath out quietly. your chest rising and falling as the anticipation and excitement builds.
a silence falls between you both for a moment. next thing you know, his mouth is on yours. it’s not sweet or slow in the slightest. it’s deep, and rough. your tongues tangle and teeth clash. his hand has a firm grip on your jaw as he devours your mouth.
he yanks your body up against the wall, your legs instantly wrap around his hips. he carries you over to the bed, tossing you down with a force that knocks a soft breath from your chest. he’s back on you in an instant.
his hips slot between your legs, lips taking yours in another deep kiss. he groans into your mouth when you nip his bottom lip. his hips roll against you, giving you the first feel of his erect cock beneath his sweatpants.
you gasp, the kiss breaking. his hips continue to roll against you in nasty circles. “you feel that? you feel what you fuckin do to me baby?” he grits out as a moan rolls off his tongue.
his lips trail down your neck in hot, open-mouthed kisses. he sucks on that sweet spot right below your ear. you open your mouth to speak but satoru beats you to it.
“don’t worry, i’ll make sure you feel it, all of it. you just be good f’me and take it baby, okay?” his voice comes out low and rough. his tongue flicks out and drags along the fresh mark on your neck, you let out a shaky sigh.
he breaks away from you, almost tearing your clothes apart by how eager he is to get them off of you. your shirt is first to go, bra following right after. he stops a moment to look at your bare breasts, nipples peaked.
he can’t resist, each of his hands grab handfuls of your tits. he squeezes, mushing them around. his thumbs graze over your hardened nipples, then pinching and rolling them between his fingers. the motion draws a shaky sigh from your lips.
“oh baby, you’re perfect.” he comes down to press a sweet kiss right between your breasts. his hands drag down your sides, curling into the waistband of your skirt and tugging it off.
his eyes almost light up at the sight beneath it. that same, baby pink thong he’d caught a glimpse of that day you’d bent over in front of him. “this fuckin thong…haunting me..” his voice rumbles out in a gravelly tone. his finger curls into the elastic band, pulling it back then releasing it to crack against your skin.
you yelp at the sting, the sound making satoru chuckle deeply. he leans down to press a opened mouthed kiss right to where the stinging skin starts to welt.
he lifts up, arms crossing on either side of his body and curling into the hem of his shirt. he lifts it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. he’s quite chiseled for someone who mostly studies.
his hands push your thighs apart, exposing the damp patch on those infamous baby pink panties. he grins to himself, eyes traveling up your body to meet your eyes.
the way you look right now, mostly naked, hair splayed over his pillows and with that needy look on your face. it’s something straight out of satoru’s dreams.
“d’you know how long i’ve wanted this? this exact moment has played in my head so many times, but of course this tops any fantasy i could ever have.” he hums out, his hand tugging the strings of his sweatpants undone.
once the sweatpants drop, you catch a glimpse of the raging hard on beneath his boxers. your eyes widen. for a nerdy guy, you definitely weren’t expecting him to be packing a fucking monster in his pants.
a low chuckle rumbles from his chest. “i know, crazy right? don’t worry, i wont hurt you baby, i’ll be sooo good to you.” he leans down presses kisses to your face. his hand travels between you both, finding its way to your clothed pussy.
his fingers press against your clit through the damp fabric, rubbing slow circles. you let out a soft sound. “satoru..” you gasp in a breathy voice.
“hmm? what is it, pretty girl?” he hums out in a sly tone. your hips buck up against his fingers. “i want to feel more..” you whine out, his hand pulling away from you. instead, tugging your panties off smoothly.
“yeah? then let me get you all nice and ready for me.” he grins, lowering his head between your parted thighs. a moan tears from your lips as his tongue drags through your puffy pussy lips. he chuckles against you.
his arm hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as his face nuzzles deeper into your slobbering cunt. his tongue flicks out and circles your clit. his eyes flutter as he tastes your sweet slick on his tongue. he doubles down, licking and sucking your clit into his mouth.
the action pulls a moan from your lips, your head falling back. his fingers nudge against your drooling entrance before sinking in deep and curling. your back arches slightly off the bed as you chant out his name. “fuck— satoru..”
the sound of his name rolling off your lips like that makes him moan into you, the sound vibrating through your body. his fingers pull out, then pump back into you deep in steady thrusts.
he hums in satisfaction while he fucks you with his mouth and tongue. his fingers scissor you open to stretch your tight walls to better accommodate what’s to come shortly. moans roll off your tongue, your fingers tugging at his hair.
heat pools in your gut, that familiar band coiling tight as you near your orgasm. “s-satoru…i’m gonna cum..” you breath out through moans. he hums against you, suddenly retracting his fingers and mouth from your aching pussy.
you whine at the loss of contact. satoru’s lips glisten with your slick. “toruuu, why’d you stop?” you drawl out in a whiney tone. your gummy walls now clenching around nothing. “ah ah ah. i want you to save it baby, that way you can cum all over my cock.” he hums.
“but—“ you protest, opening your mouth to complain. suddenly, something fills your mouth. it’s satoru’s fingers, the ones that had just been inside of you. “i don’t want any back talk baby. just take what i give you okay?” he retorts in a low voice.
you nod, his fingers coated in your slick press against your tongue. he flashes a smile. “gooood girl, now suck.” he drawls out. his fingers pump in and out of your mouth. you drag your tongue against his fingers and suck obediently. his smile grows wider.
“that’s it baby, you listen so well. now just for that, i’m gonna give you what you want.” he withdraws his fingers from your mouth. he bends down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips.
he pulls back, finally tugging his boxers off. his cock springs free. hard, flushed, and leaking a tremendous amount of precum. he grips himself at the base, squeezing and giving himself a long, slow stroke. he grunts.
he drags his fat tip through your slick folds. you let out a shaky sigh. “you’re so wet pretty girl. i don’t know how i’m going to survive this.” he coos at you. your chest rises and falls. he guides your legs to lock around his hips. he nudges his tip against your needy hole.
your breath stutters. “i’m gonna take care of you baby. promise.” he hums, kissing the corner of your mouth before finally pressing in. he slips inside inch by agonizing inch. his head falls forward against your shoulder.
the stretch tears a moan from the both of you. it’s a delicious feeling. his hips stutter, he was originally trying to take his time but he just can’t hold back. hips hips press forward in a hard thrust, his cock bottoming out inside of you. he fills you completely, stretching you wide. you yelp.
“fuuuuck..” he whimpers out. “i can’t…can’t hold back, im so…sorry” he voices out raggedly through heavy breaths. you open your mouth to speak, but that’s shortly interrupted by satoru’s deep, hard thrusts.
he lets out a guttural moan as he pulls out almost fully, just to plunge in deep over and over. his thrusts harsh from the start, pulling broken moans from your lips. your eyes fall on his face.
his eyes are squeezed shut tight. his thrusts punishing. you watch through bleary eyes as a small red droplet rolls out his nose. “t-toru….your nose is bleeding..” you manage to choke out. his thrusts falter, halting. his eyes flutter open.
he wipes his nose with the back of his hand, seeing the definite blood there. he chuckles breathily. “y-you just feel so good…i can’t take it..” his hips grind deep into you. you shudder, a breathy sound leaving your lips.
he pulls out suddenly, only to flip you onto your stomach. he raises your hips up, ass on display to him. one hand runs down your spine to arch you just right for him. his other hand squeezes the fat of your hip.
he realigns and plunges in deep and fast. the quick motion dragging a moan from both of you. his thrusts start off just as punishing as before, but now at a deeper angle.
his tip kisses your cervix with each time he pushes his cock deep into your gummy walls. the feeling is enough to make your toes curl and your fingers fist into the sheets. you turn your head to the side to look back at him.
your eyes are heavy lidded and your lips are parted with moans rolling off your tongue. he pounds into you at an almost frantic pace. “toruuu..s’good!” you gasp into the pillows.
“yeah? you’re takin it so fuckin well baby.” he punctuates his words with a smack to your ass. the sting making you yelp. your pussy gushes around him at the contact. he groans in pleasure, his pace increasing.
your hips buck back against him, fucking yourself back onto his thick cock. a creamy ring of arousal forming at the base of his cock each time he plunges back in deep. “fuck, yes baby squeeze me juuust like that.” he lands another crack to your ass. you squeal, walls tightening around him.
you moan into the pillows, drool pooling out of your mouth and into the fabric. the room fills with the sticky “plap! plap! plap!” sounds of skin meeting. he leans over you to kiss your cheek, chest pressed to your back. “you getting close baby? i know, i can feel it…” he hums into your ear.
he pulls out, rolling you onto your back again. he lifts your legs over his shoulder and sinks back into your sloppy cunt. his pace frantic and desperate.
you let out a cry of pleasure. your head falls back into the pillows. his cock drags against your sweet spot with every thrust, making your brain turn into mush, leaving you babbling nonsense. “wanna see your face when i make you cum….” he grits out, hands holding your hips tight enough to bruise.
your walls clench around his throbbing cock each time he hits your sweet spot. you’re so close, so so close. your vision is starting to white out and your body is starting to tremble and that spring coils tighter in your gut.
his hand presses against the imprint of his cock in your stomach. “gonna cum…right here baby. gonna fill you up.” he whines out. your walls have his cock in a chokehold. “t-toru…m’cumming!” you moan out in a whiney tone.
“do it, cmon pretty girl, give it to me.” his fingers find your clit, rubbing fast circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. his cock splitting you open and hitting every sweet spot inside of you. your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm takes over your whole body.
your body locks up and that spring snaps. your walls clamp around his cock, squeezing the life out of him. you let out a cry as your face twists in ecstasy. you cum all over his cock, coating him as your body shakes.
“fuuuck! m’cumming!” satoru whimpers. he thrusts once, twice, then burries his cock deep and spills into you. thick, creamy ropes of his cum fill you up to the brim. his body shudders through his orgasm.
satoru collapses over you. you both pant heavily as you come down from the intense highs, bodies covered in a thick sheen of sweat. he’s still stuffed inside of you, cock twitching as he empties everything inside of you.
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once the high fades, satoru lifts off of you. he gently pulls out, his cum leaking out of you. he takes a look at your fucked out face. he comes up, brushes your hair from your sweaty forehead. “are you okay, pretty girl?” he murmurs softly now as the heat passes. he nuzzles his nose against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.
you blink at him with a lazy smile. “m’okay..just sleepy..” you hum softly. he chuckles softly, his thumb brushes a drop a sweat from your eyebrow. “let me clean you up, then you can rest okay baby?” he coos softly. you give a lazy nod. he gets up and heads to the bathroom after pulling on his sweats from the floor.
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once he returns, he offers you a drink of water which you take. he gently cleans up the mess between your thighs. he makes sure to handle your body with care after what he just put it through. once he’s finished, he tosses the rag into the laundry bin.
he comes back over, he slides a fresh pair of his boxers up your legs, then one of his shirts over your head. his hand rubs softly over the slight bloat of your belly, admiring how much he had filled you.
he crawls up the bed, shifting under the covers beside you. he wraps an arm around your body, pulling you into his chest. you hum in content as he rubs your lower back.
“i’m so glad that you like me back.” he hums softly. you lift your head to look at him, you blink sleepily up at him and smile softly. “does this mean im your girlfriend now?” you mumble, too sleepy to speak anything above a whisper.
“is that something you want? i mean, i really hope you’d say yes.” he replies, brushing hair from your face. “of course i want that.” you chuckle softly with a smile.
“so, you’ll be my girlfriend?” he smiles, eyes flicking between yours. “of course, silly.” you hum, a sleepy smile on your face. his expression brightens. “score!” he mutters in a giddy tone.
you giggle softly. there’s the dorky satoru you’re used to. you lean up and press your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. he reciprocates it with a happy hum. his arms wrap tighter around you.
your legs tangle beneath the blankets. silence falls except for the hum of the a/c and soft breaths between you two. he presses a kiss to your hair as your head lays on his chest again.
sleep soon takes you both under, warm in each others embrace. happy, content, and so excited for what the future holds for you both.
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note: okayyy, round two. how was this oneee? i’m still not the greatest with smut, but i tried my best. i hope you enjoy! please leave suggestions on what i should do next, thank you:)!!
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