all you wanted was to bring simon his lunchbox, but the new recruits saw you as nothing more than an joke. they learn the hard way that no one can mess with the lieutenant's wife.
tags: hurt/comfort, angsty, wife!reader, husband!ghost, hurt!reader, simon riley is a devoted husband
the clock had long since struck midnight when simon finally made his way home. he eased himself onto the bed, careful not to make any noise, not wanting to wake you up. his muscles ached, his eyes burned after sleepless nights, but none of that mattered the moment he held you in his arms.
he placed a kiss on your forehead, soft, barely there, afraid to interrupt your sleep. his lips lingered a second longer than necessary, just breathing you in.
you smelled like home.
"i'm back." he whispered into the dark, more to himself than to you. he pulled the covers up a little higher over your shoulder, tucked you tightly beneath them, and finally let his heavy eyes rest.
the following morning you'd woken up early, before the sun had even rise to make him a warm meal.
the snow had been falling for days, making it hard for you to reach the military base. you clutched the lunchbox to your chest, your fingers numb from the fierce wind.
here you were now, fidgeting with your hands, as you slowly approached the base. you had been here before, once, when simon forgot some urgent documents in his office at home and asked you to deliver them.
the guard at the gate barely glanced at you before exclaiming "training yard's to the left," he said, his voice bored "lieutenant is probably there."
you thanked him with a whisper and made your way through the gates.
you spotted some recruits as you came to the proximity of the field.
"excuse me," you called softly, clearing your throat. "i'm looking for lieutenant riley."
a young soldier turned, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, probably wondering what were you doing in a place like that. he was taller than you, double your size, but not as big as simon, and his piercing eyes made you shiver.
"and you must be?" the soldier sneered, his tone dripping with arrogance. "do you think anyone can meet him?"
"i-i'm here to bring him his lunch," you said, showing him the bag that was held tight to your chest.
the soldier turned around, exchanging a glance with his friend. "his lunch? you his personal errand girl?"
the other recruit laughed, joining the teasing. "im sure lieutenant doesn't need a little thing like you bringing him food. he's got proper food here. not whatever home cooked rubbish you've got in there."
your cheeks flushed, heat rising to your face. "it's not uhm... like that. he forgot it this morning. i just wanted to-" you began to stutter, avoiding their mocking gaze.
"you wanted to what? speak louder won't ya?" the first soldier stepped closer, leaning down to reach your eye level "a stupid girl who can't even make a simple sentence without stuttering wants to see him? you think you're special?"
"i-i'm his wife," you managed to say but you could feel your eyes begin to well up.
the soldiers stared at you for a moment, then burst into laughter. the sound was loud and mocking, echoing through the corridors. "right," the first one said, wiping a fake tear from his eye. "and i'm the captain. nice try, love. lieutenant riley doesn't have a wife. everyone knows that."
you wanted to correct him but got quickly interrupted.
"look, sweetheart," the second recruit cut in, "we don't have time for this. he's a busy man." he gestured vaguely to the gates "you need to leave. now."
"b-but I'm telling you the truth," you said, your voice trembling. "i'm n-not lying."
the first soldier rolled his eyes. "you're not authorised to be here," he said, his voice hardening. "if you don't leave on your own, we'll have you escorted out."
"i-i have a pass," you said, fumbling in your pocket. "i have a visitor's pass. see?" with shaking hands, you held your pass.
the soldier snatched it from your hand, glancing at it briefly before tossing it to the ground. "probably stolen," he said dismissively.
"get the fuck out now." the second soldier said, as he grabbed your arm and began pushing you toward the gate.
you stumbled, falling down on your butt, then the gate was slamming shut behind you.
you stood there, frozen. you reached for your phone to call your husband but it wasn't there. in a hurry to leave the house, you left it on the kitchen counter.
this is why ghost always tells you to be more careful with your belongings.
"clumsy little girl." was what simon would often call you.
the snow continued to fall, piling up around you. you were going to freeze out here.
you were so cold you could barely hear a distant voice calling your name.
the voice was low and behind his mask you saw a strangely familiar face. you lifted your head, your vision blurry with tears and snowflakes, and found yourself staring at a bearded man. his dark eyes were the only thing you could see.
"oh, john." you breathed, and then you were sobbing. "i...they didn't believe me...i couldn't...i just wanted to bring him lunch and they-"
"hey, it's alright," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. he stepped forward, shrugging off his heavy coat and draping it over her shoulders. it was too big, swallowing you whole, but it was warm. "come on. let's get you inside."
he led you through the gate once again, past the recruits who had just thrown you out. price didn't say a word to them, but the look he shot them held a lot of warnings.
the captain guided you to a chair, sat you down, and knelt in front of you.
"are you hurt?" he asked, checking for any possible injury.
you shook your head, scared your voice would betray you. "j-just c-cold. r-really cold."
price's eyes hardened. "i'll take care of it."
he pulled out his phone and called simon.
the recruits were still in the yard when ghost appeared, and the shift in the atmosphere was immediate. his mask was pulled tight, but it did nothing to conceal the fury radiating from his posture.
"which one of you," he said, his voice low and threatening, "did it?"
the first recruit, the one who'd laughed at you, tried to play it cool. "lieutenant, there was some woman trying to get in, claimed to be your wife. i mean its ridiculous, uh? but i handled it."
"you handled it," ghost repeated, with a nod; his voice flat, emotionless. "you fucking handled my wife."
the colour drained from the recruit's face. "sir, i didn't, we didn't know-"
"i will deal with you later." simon spat out, not sparing them another glance.
he crossed the yard in a few long strides, his hands shaking with fury. he found you in the common room, wrapped in price's coat. you were still clutching the lunchbox, and the sight of it, the sight of you being so pitiful, nearly made him lose the control.
his hands found your waist, and then you were pulled into his arms, crushed against his chest so tightly you could feel the frantic beating of his heart. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, the fabric of his mask damp and warm against your skin, and wrapped his arms around you like he was afraid you'd dissolve if he loosened his grip even a bit.
he pulled you into his arms, crushing you against his chest.
"sweetheart," he breathed, the word cracking somewhere in his throat. "i'm sorry. fuck."
"it's okay," you whispered, your fingers clutching his shirt. "y-you're here."
"no, it's not alright." he pulled back, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away your tears. "i will never, ever let that happen again."
he pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes closed. his fingers were stroking your cheeks, trying to warm you.
he scooped you up, cradling you against his chest, and carried you toward his quarters. his arms were strong and steady, as you whimpered from the cold.
"price," he called over his shoulder, "round them up. i'll deal with them properly later."
the door to his quarters closed behind you, and simon set you down gently on his chair. he knelt in front of you, his hands working to unzip your coat, to peel off the wet layers.
"bastards," he cursed under his breath. "i'll kill them all."
you flinched, but were too exhausted to speak, so you let him wrap you in his clothes, and hold you until the shaking stopped. wrapped by simon's thick scent and his body warmth, you soon fell asleep from the exhaustion.
outside, the recruits stood shivering in the yard, watching the snow pile up around their boots.
ghost quickly crossed the yard, his face a mask of cold fury, and grabbed the first recruit by the throat.
simon's fist quickly connected with the soldier's jaw, a sickening crack echoing through the silent yard. then he turned to the second one, the one who'd grabbed your arm.
"your turn." the man tried to run, but price was there, blocking his path. ghost caught him by the collar, dragging him back, and drove his feet into his stomach. one kick, two kicks, until he collapsed, unconscious, into the snow.
"get them off my base," he said to john.
and from that day on, whenever you walked into the base, every soldier snapped to attention, avoiding looking at you, because they all knew, without a single doubt, that simon riley would kill to ensure your safety.
shut up my show is on (show is me thinking….) anyway ex army! reader who is also simon’s sweet wife …
thinking about how silent simon riley is on base, how he barely talks about his life back at home. he’s so menacing, cruel, he trains recruits like there’s no tomorrow. he’s changed since “roach” was decommissioned, since the 141 became more prolific.
the new recruits tentatively speak about him and roach, speak about how they were inseparable.
“you really think the ghost could like someone?” a recruit asks, in the mess hall, eating his rice pudding.
“think he could have loved them.” the other recruit says, “heard when roach died his heart was broken.”
and that’s that. he was a cruel man that’d lost too much. his own family, his partner. and now he was cruel and icy to everyone else.
that is until one day someone comes to the base’s reception, with a lunchbox in her hands. you’re standing there, your hair, that barely reaches your shoulders. you’ve got a large lunchbox in your hands, and you give a small smile to the receptionist as you give your ID card to be scanned.
you’re sweet, wearing a cutesy summer top and a pair of cargo trousers, a right fit for the summer.
you walk down the halls, with ease, mouthing 174 over and over again until you find simon’s office, and it’s fucking empty. he’s working again, through lunchtime, and obviously won’t eat until he comes back home to you for dinner.
he’s sparring with the newbies in the gym, and you knock on the door. you swear you hear the recruits thinking he’s shout at you, but he drops everything he’s doing to rush to you.
“love,” he says, “you alright?” his hands pat your head and back down, and you shake your head. but still he insists, “you sure?”
“i’m sure sweetheart.” you shake your head, and then hand him the lunchbox. “please eat your greens lieutenant.” you blush, before putting the box in his hands.
he waves the recruits off, “take lunch off, we’ll be back in the afternoon.” and you just shake your head.
“i swear she looks familiar.” a recruit says, “like i’ve seen photos of her around.”
simon isn’t so stupid to carry photos of you in his office. but there is a photo of his squadron in the early days. he’s near the back of the photo, tall and menacing, and two rows down you’re there too, grinning with your sparkling eyes.
roach didn’t die, they were just decommissioned, shrapnel to the leg and gut. barely any chance of survival. he’d married you in the hospital chapel.
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
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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.
-
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?”
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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.
@toj1sleftnut <33
Don’t transcribe or translate into anything else. Thank ya <3
masterlist. reader keeps falling out of bed every night and nanami had to do something about it. a short oneshot as i'm still doing research for my 2k special
hearing a thud in the dead of night was now a common occurrence since nanami moved in with you. his eyes fluttered open and he immediately hovered over the edge of the bed to make sure you were okay.
you had fallen out of bed again. you groaned in pain as soon as you made contact with the floor, rubbing your face and your knee as nanami made his way out of bed. he stood behind you ready to carry you back onto the bed.
"you okay, honey?", his voice was groggy, laced with sleep and concern. you sighed and let him throw you back on the bed.
"i'm fine, but you need to stop hogging the bed. why do you think i keep falling over?". his face deadpanned, hands on his hips.
"i do not hog the bed. you keep moving towards the edge"
"sure, ken. none of this used to happen before i started sharing a bed with you". unbelievable. nanami let out a chuckle and climbed into your arms, resting his head on your chest as your hand quickly moved to scratch his scalp.
"i'm still not the one who pushed you over. i will stand on that"
"okay, big boy..."
from this point one, nanami made it his goal to always anchor you so you wouldn't fall off. he would fall asleep, head on your chest listening to your calm heartbeat, hand around your waist and a heavy leg over yours. and still, for some weird reason he always heard the same thud every night. some nights you would immediately wake up, a quiet groan escaping your lips. other times you would remain unresponsive, stuck in a deep sleep.
nanami hated this. he knew he had to do something. you would seriously hurt yourself sooner or later and just the thought tore him. but he soon came up with a solution. one that wouldn't stop you from falling off, but would assure that you wouldn't get hurt.
nanami's eyes fluttered open at 3 am like clock work. he turned over to your side but you weren't there as per usual. he got out of bed and walked over to where you were sprawled over some plush pillows he had set up the day before.
nanami chuckled to himself and carried you back on the bed. you were still fast asleep, your chest heaving up and down slowly and all he could do was admire you.
"still restless even in your sleep. how cute".
nanami pressed a soft kiss on your cheek and made himself comfortable on your chest. those pillows proved to be a great investment
inspired by this fan art of cowboy!toji ; creds to the artist <3
tw: smut, mdni
“no, no, no, no.”
you were almost there, well you thought you were. if only your car didn’t run out of gas in the middle of the road, in a rural town hours outside of the city. the hot summer weather was not doing much good either for your liking.
you almost made it to you aunt’s house, probably a few good hours away. you were visiting for the first time since you were a kid. you were never a country girl, hence why you never came to visit your aunt who often did visit you in the city, and growing up in the city has it perks. like having a gas station every other block.
but not ‘round here.
you sigh loudly as your car stops abruptly, indicating it’s demise. you thought you had enough gas to make it to at least the next town over but nope. you had to be stuck in this predicament.
you got out of you car, the heat wave suddenly striking your skin, suddenly getting the goosebumps. you were glad you were wearing shorts and a tank top but you were still dying from the heat. you go to your trunk to check if you had a gas can, you open it to see nothing but your bags and some hardware tools you had in case your car broken down. but no extra gas? so smart of you.
you groan in frustration and slam your trunk close before looking in the distance to see a house and barn not too far from you. you debated for a moment. it wouldn’t hurt to ask the homeowner for help right?
your feet suddenly walked over to the secluded house. it was pretty modern for a rural place, plus the barn was huge and the farm that extends long with many fresh fruits and vegetables.
you drag your feet across the gravel ground as you made your way to the front door of the house, fanning yourself as you break a sweat from the heat and dust. you see a pick-up truck in the driveway, indicating that someone must be home.
you knock on the door and waited. and waited. waited. but no answer. you knock again.
waited.
nothing.
you sighed. and you turn your heels and started walking back. defeated, you about to exit out the gravel driveway,
until you heard a whistle.
you turn you head around and your eyes see a tall, broad man. rocking a white tank top, rugged blue jeans that hug the right places, and a brown cowboy hat. he opens the wooden gate and exiting out his farm and closing it while seeing a couple of big horses that walk towards the wooden fence behind him. he takes off his gloves as he started walking towards you.
you just eye him down, soaking him up because damn he’s so fine.
“can i help you ma’am?” he asked you in his distinct accent.
oh the weather just got hotter or what?
“o-oh. i was just leaving.”
“well it’s rare to see someone out here, on their own.” he points out, deadpanned.
you hear the white horse make a sound as they watch their owner talk to a stranger. waiting to hear a response.
“well, my car just ran out of gas. is there by chance you can help me get to the nearest gas station?”
“well the nearest one is about a two hour drive from here.”
you just stood there defeated.
“great, now i’m stranded.” you muttered as you grab your phone to try to call your aunt but you couldn’t tell if the universe was on your side or not but it was of course dead too.
“you got to be fucking kidding right now.” you mumbled. the man just eyed you as you shove your phone back in your pocket before you sighing.
“my phone’s dead too.”
“that’s unfortunate.” he says. you get the vibe that he seems like he’s not gonna help you out.
“well, thanks anyways.” you say as you turn to walk.
“wait.”
you stopped and turned.
“i can take you to the gas station. have to go into town anyways to get some supplies.” he says as he pets the brown horse.
“isn’t that right girl?” as the horse breathes heavily.
“right. thank you.” you say as you follow him towards his truck. opening the passenger door for you as you climb into the seat as you watch him get into the driver’s seat and started up the car.
the drive was quiet. awkward. you barely know this man. but he’s so handsome you couldn’t even think straight. you had to force yourself to look out the window.
“so what brings you to this side of town?” he suddenly asked. you slowly turned to him as he focuses on the road.
“i’m visiting my aunt. well i’m trying to after today’s chaos.” you sigh as you lean back to relax a bit.
“seems like you’re not from here.”
“yeah, just a a lil’ city girl.”
“city girl yeah?” he eyes you with a lil smirk on his face. you gave him a small smile.
“so does city girl have a name?”
you chuckled. “y/n.”
“beautiful name.”
“and yours country boy?” this time, he chuckled.
“country boy? just call me toji.”
“hm toji.” you mumbled as you looked out the window.
“so those were your horses?” you asked curiously.
“well the white one is my brother’s but the brown one. that’s my girl. had her when i was a kid.” he explains simply.
“ahh i see” you nodded.
with nothing else to say, the atmosphere settled into a calm and rather comforting atmosphere as you fully relaxed in your seat as the hot stranger saves the day.
you and toji arrived into town. it had a few intersections with various buildings along the side. he first stopped at the gas station, filling up his gas can and paying before hopping back into the truck and stopping by a few stores for him to run some errands. everything was conveniently close by so it didn't take long to do all his errands. you watch around as you follow behind toji. the operants and fellow community members eye toji warily, side-eyeing him while toji just ignores the stares.
while in town, toji slowly opens up and tells you about himself more. how he grew up in this very town, he renovated his entire home on his own and how hard he worked on his farm. his family lives within the township but he rather enjoy his alone time outside of the town.
while you tell him about your life. how you grew up in the city. how you work your little office job in marketing. your hobbies that include shopping and cooking. how you’re aunt used to live there but moved into this rural part of town as a getaway from the busy urban life. and honestly you can see why, but still, not your thing personally.
as you and toji drive back to his house, the sun slowly starts to set. the drive was nice, a slight breeze enters the car from the window being down. one thought has been on your mind throughout the day so you find the opportunity to speak up.
"how'd you get that scar?"
toji breaths deeply, quiet for a brief moment.
"when i first got my girl, she was a little defensive, didn't want no one to get close to her. she was basically closed off." toji starts off.
"but as a determined kid, i wanted to be the first person for her to open up to. so one day, i was trying to get close with her. guess i scared her because she suddenly became erratic and her hind foot accidentally kicked my face hard." you gasp as the thought of toji as a kid getting knocked by a 500 lbs horse at the time.
"yeah, split my mouth, bled a lot. my family scolded me a lot for it but long-story short, it took while for her to trust me. now, after all these years, she's been by my side, attached by the hip."
you give a small smile. "at least that's a good ending to a chaotic story."
"you're the first person i ever told the story to, no one really knows about the scar story. people are a little wary of me, because of the scar. probably think i'm associated with fights or gangs." your brows furrow a little.
"yeah, i've noticed." you mumbled. toji stays quiet for a moment before you spoke up.
" well let them. you don't need to waste your time on people who would only judge you without knowing you." you defensively say before looking out the window. without your acknowledgment, toji's mouth gave a small ghostly smile.
you both arrive at the house. toji parks up and hops out of his truck, as he opens the door for you to hop out as well.
“it’s gonna get dark soon, wouldn’t want a pretty lady to drive in an isolated road all night. why don’t ya stay the night?”
“you sure? i don’t want to intrude, plus my aunt’s house isn’t the far, i think?” you were unsure but didn’t want to bother his peace.
“i don’t mind at all. well i’ll fill it up and you can bring it to the driveway.” he says as he grabs the gas can and head towards the direction of your car.
“okay.”
you walk side by side as you made your way to your car.
“i appreciate you helping me out today, honestly, i wouldn’t know what to do if i didn’t ask you for help.”
“my pleasure.” as he tilts his hat towards you. you bite your lip to hold yourself back from smiling hard. you arrive at your car and he opens the gas lid and starts filling up the gas tank. you lean against your car as you watch him, the way his big biceps curve, the veins that ran along his forearms , the slender torso that his white tank teasingly show the curvature of his abs.
“you done eyeing me girl?”
your eyes snap back up to his face where you see him eye you smugly.
you look away, cheeks heated in embarrassment.
“i wasn’t.”
“yeah sure you weren’t.”
“well should be filled so just bring it over.” he says as he closes off the can.
“great thank you again.” he just nodded as he starts walking back to his house. you hopped in your car and turned it on to see it after a long day, finally had a full tank. you sighed in relief and and you slowly drove towards his house where you parked up just behind his truck before turning off your car and hopping out.
you grab your bag from the trunk to bring in some extra clothes and necessities for the night. you caught up to toji as he was about to enter his house.
“guest room is upstairs, second door to the right. let me know if you need anything.” he says as he closes the front door behind him and takes of his shoes. you nod and watches as he makes his way to what you assume is the kitchen/living room area. you slowly walk up towards the bedroom. noticing the lack of decor and minimal furniture within the home, but you don't mind it.
you entered the room and settled your stuff down before plopping yourself against the bed and sighing. after a hectic day, you were just so ready to snuggle in bed and go to sleep.
you went to the bathroom to take off your makeup, take a quick shower, then changed into some comfortable sleeping shorts and a tank, and putting your hair up messily. you exit it the bathroom and walked towards your bag and bend down to put your stuff away as you heard a quiet knock on the door.
the door opens before you can turn around and you hear toji’s breath slightly hitched. seeing the view that he’s seeing as you were bent down in the thinnest shorts ever makes him want to groan so hard.
he clears his throat and his eyes wander towards your face as you turn around to face him, which slowly eyes your chest in your tank top before switching back to your face.
“i’m heading to bed early, if you’re hungry or anything, kitchen is free to use.”
“okay. goodnight toji.” you say softly. toji just gives a tight smile and nod.
“goodnight.” as he quickly turns and walks away towards his room.
toji enters his room and closes it behind him. he feels his dick pulse as it became hard during his quick conversation with you. he looks down at the forming tent within his pants.
“fucking great.” he groans as he quickly heads to the shower. he strips naked to see his dick rock solid, throbbing at the thought of the sight he saw a few minutes ago. he hops in the shower and turns on the coldest water one could ever take.
he tries to not think of you that way. key word, tries. you were a beautiful stranger he just met that he somehow convinced to stay in his home and you trusting him on his word.
toji sighs, not seeing any signs of his erection going away any time soon. he grips on his cock and and slowly pumps his length, releasing a low groan as the cold water hit his skin. he continues to pump his cock as his head leans back at the pleasuring sensation, imagining your hands doing it instead. he pictures your doe face looking up at him as you suck his hard length or how he imagines fucking you from behind, pushing your little shorts to the side, were you even wearing any panties? he swore you weren't but maybe that's his imagination running wild.
he continues until he feels his dick pulsing, indicating his orgasm and he starts to breath heavily. he grunts a little too loudly as his cum shoots out, hitting the sad bathtub floor and the water washing it away. he groans as he finishes and breaths heavily, head lowkey buzzing from his orgasmic release. he just shook his head, before actually washing up for the night and head to bed as soon as possible.
it's 2am.
you couldn't get a wink of sleep and been staring onto the ceiling for the past few hours. you don't even know why. maybe your mind has been thinking about a certain someone who's literally a room away. or maybe you just need some water or something.
you sigh as you got up from bed and exit you room, you creep down the stairs quietly and walk towards the kitchen, a dim light can be seen from the stove light as you entered the kitchen. you look through the cupboards to find a cup. finding one and filling it up with some water. you took a big gulp of water and swallowing before sighing.
how did you really land in this situation right now? a hot cowboy you just met in the middle of no where. if this is a dream, you do not want anyone to wake you up. thank the universe for having your car run out of gas at the perfect time i guess.
"couldn't sleep either?" a deep sudden voice says. you flinched slightly as you look up to see toji awake as well. he was wearing a blank tank, some grey sweats that were hanging dangerously low for your liking. you eyed him, up and down as you swallow dryly. damn he's so sexy. he makes his way to the cupboard and grabbing a cup and filling it up with some water as well.
"uh yeah." you say awkwardly. you sip your water as toji stands beside you.
"so what time do ya think you're leaving?" he asks you.
"um, considering it is 2 o'clock in the morning right now, maybe by noon." you say as you look at the time on the stove. toji nods before gulping his water down and setting the cup in the sink as he slowly made his way to you.
"so you don't mind if i do something real quick?" he's standing in front of you, towering over you, with his hand slowly creeping up your hips to your waist. your legs unconsciously clench together as you were leaning against the ledge of his countertop.
"depends on what it is." the tension is high between the two of you.
toji chuckles as he lowers his head towards you ear and says lowly.
"you know what it is. i saw it in the way you eyed me when you saw me outside, when i filling your gas tank and when i walked into this kitchen just now."
you bite your lip to fight back a smile as he returns to face you, this time his face closer to yours as he looks at your lips.
"you caught me there cowboy. so what are you gonna do about it?" you taunt him playfully. you see his scarred mouth lift into a small smirk.
"this."
toji kisses you. rough and hard. your lips maneuver against his. his hands grip onto your hips before making it's way towards your ass, caressing the curvature before grabbing a fistful of its flesh. you groan at the sensation while his tongue slithers into your mouth. your hands against his chest before it slowly moves up his shoulders to the back of his neck. his hands grab the upper part of your legs as he suddenly picks you and places you to sit on the kitchen counter, all the while without breaking the kiss. your hands griped onto his shoulders before moving to his hair and ruffling it as the kiss deepens. you legs wrap around his waist as his hands caress your outer thigh.
both of you release from the kiss to catch a breath before toji latches his lips against your lips before giving more kisses against your jaw down to neck to your chest.
"fuck y'so beautiful." you hear him mumble before his hands reach your tank top strap and slowly slipping it down, exposing your breasts as you weren't wearing a bra. the cold air hitting your nipples. toji grips onto your tits and massaging them, putting your harden nipples between his fingers and teasing you, causing you to moan at the sudden pleasure.
"look you at mamas, lookin so good for me." toji says as sucks on one of your tits, swirling his tongue and sucking against the hard bud.
"a-ah toji." you moan, your grip on his hair tenses before his mouth releases from your tit and smirking.
"i also came down for a late night snack." as he sneakily pulls down your shorts, exposing that you were not wearing any panties either. and he smirks heavily, thinking to himself that he was right. he grips your thighs before spreading them far apart, your glistening pussy exposed to the cold air.
"knew you were a sly girl, not wearing any panties as you bent down earlier." he mutters. he kneels down before fingering the slit of your wet pussy. you groan loudly.
"look at this pretty cunt of yours. so wet for me huh? thinking of me?"
"mhm." you hum as toji continues to finger you slit, silently begging for him to stop teasing so hard.
"use your words baby."
"y-yes, stop teasing please." you moan as he slowly pumps two fingers inside.
"since you asked so nicely."
toji pumps his fingers in and out your pussy, stretching it out slightly as you groan. you look down at him, lid-heavy as he suddenly rubs your clit, in circles, slowly, creating a high tense feeling of pleasure. you roll your eyes back as you moan loudly.
"fuck let me get a taste of your sweet pussy." you hear him mumble before feeling his mouth right at your clit. tongue swirling around while sucking on it.
"ohhhh fuck toji." your breathing becomes heavy, moans and slurps mixing in the air as you grip his head closer to your pussy.
"feels s'good ngh-fuck." you hear the vibrational hum of tori's response. his tongue starts flicking rapidly against your pussy.
"ahhgh g-gonna cum." you moan as toji quickens his pace, slurping your juices loudly as your mouth is agape, head rolling back as you legs tremble, orgasm crashing down fast. your legs instinctively try to close as your pussy is sensitive but toji's hands grip your legs, forcing them to stay open as he finishes licking and sucking your cunt.
"ahh toji please." toji releases his mouth from your pussy, his mouth covered in your juices. he smirks while looking at you.
"so sweet."
toji stands and you notice a wet patch on his crotch area of his sweatpants. you eye it before you looking back at him, biting your lip back from smirking.
"stand." he sternly says. you obliged before hopping down to the floor and standing in front of him. he then picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. you squeal in surprise as he makes his way towards the living room area. he walks towards the couch where he plops himself down and settles you on his lap.
his hands wander your figure as he eyes your dishevelled state. your top scrunched down on your waist showing off your tits, while your shorts were long gone somewhere in the kitchen, bare pussy on his groin. you looked so hot toji can only groan as he can feel his pre-cum oozing out.
"want to feel your tight cunt, shit-want my dick inside baby?" he says as you nod frantically. he smirks devilishly as he swiftly moves his sweats down while you're on top of him. his dick flings up, rock solid, veiny and oozing with pre-cum from his tip. he puts his hand out in front of you, you get the idea before spitting in his hand and using it has lubrication. he grunts as he's pumping his rock hard cock slowly.
he aligns himself against your pussy, letting his tip caress your slit before pushing in.
you gasp as his size was not what you were expecting. he feels thick, and long. you grip onto his shoulders as toji pushes you down on his dick more, stretching your pussy. you groan in pain before you feel a slap on your ass.
"c'mon girl, you can take this dick." he sternly says as he pushes more into your pussy. you feel full. it feels like you can't take anymore. his tip already touching your cervix.
"fuck toj-too big." '
"almost there baby. fuck-argh." you hear him moan as he was able to fit all of him in your pussy. you groan as he slowly thrusts in and out of your cunt. slowly stretching you out.
"s-shit." he grips onto your hips as he quickens the pace.
both moans are filled within the space. so loud but no disruptions at fault. perks of living in the middle of nowhere.
"thinking bout fucking the shit out of you ever since you walked up to my house in your little shorts and tiny top. you bending down earlier made me jerk off to the thought of you. fuckkk love this tight, wet cunt."
you pussy clenches at the thought of him jerking himself off at the thought of you. you pussy pulses as he slaps your ass.
"pussy gripping me so tight." he grunts.
toji is fucking you so hard, every thrust, every contact, your ass jingles against him, your ass turning red due to the amount of ass slapping and gripping what can i say? he is an ass man honestly. your fingers turning pale because you were gripping onto him so hard.
"fuckkkk love your dick." you groan as toji slams against your pussy.
"yeah? you love this dick baby? why don't you show me how you ride this cock city girl? hmm?" he teases as he slaps your ass once more. he wants to see you in control, how you ride out. so you do. you slowly start grinding your hips against his cock as he puts his arms up, hands behind his head as he looks fully relaxed and letting you take over.
you moan pleasurably as you start to quicken your pace. the sounds of you slapping your pussy down on his dick with your moans turn toji on so hard. you going deep every time you slam your hips against his. toji groans loudly as he guides his hands onto your hips once again to move them faster.
"shitt-want my cum inside you? make you feel full? huh?" he grips your hips down while your grinding once again. you groan, eyes rolling back.
"y-yes, want your cum nghh." his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, giving you that pleasurable high.
"gonna give you every drop."
toji starts to thrust into you once again. pace is rough, hard and fast. every thrust, his tip slams your cervix, causing you loudly scream.
"ahhhhhh toji, s-soo close." you say as your orgasm was coming.
"yes baby, fucking cum on my dick. want t'feel you."
you moan loudly as you feel yourself cumming hard. you head rolling back, your back straightening, legs trembling, wanting to clench together but it was hard to since toji continues to thrusts into you to catch his own orgasm. your pussy is over-sensitive, eyes getting teary.
"shit gonna cum." he grunts before his final pump before his dick pulses, he groans loudly. his cum warmly coating your plush walls of your pussy. his cum slowly leaking out of your hole as he slowly pulls away. he sees his cum dripping down your hole before fingering your hole, filling it back up. he then brings his fingers to your mouth and you suck his seed off his fingers. he chuckles.
"what a slutty girl." he mutters as you get off of him. fixing your shirt as he pulls his pants back up. he grabs your face and giving you a short, sweet kiss.
"stay for a bit."
"but what about my aunt?"
"just tell her you're just making a brief pit stop." you chuckle before giving him another kiss.
you two make out for a little bit before he picks you up unexpectedly. you squeal in surprise as your legs wrap around him for support.
"where we going?"
"my bedroom."
"oh. you still got the energy?"
"we're both still awake so we both got the energy don't we?" he teases.
"you're right."
safe to say, you definitely didn't leave by noon the day after. and possibly received a few missed calls and texts from your aunt.
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Sweetheart!Simon finding out you never squirted before-!
cw: porn link, mdni, fingering, squirting, sweet simon
When you casually mention that you can't squirt, Simon immedietaly pulls over from the road and looks at you confused.
And when you further explain it's because non of your past partners could do it when they tried, you whine about how you're totally convinced that there's something wrong with you and he decides to prove you wrong.
He immediately rolls up his tinted windows and lay you down in the backseat, spreading your legs open slowly and lowering your pants, eventually taking them off and tossing them somewhere followed by your panties short after, making you feel bare and embarrassed.
"Nothin's wrong with you, luv. Blokes these days just don't know how to treat a woman right, hm?"
He kisses your knee and spreads your legs wider when you try to close them because you started feeling exposed, suddenly shy under his gaze, but don't worry he'll take good care of you.
"Just relax for me sweetheart, yeahh just like that" he drags the syllable, eyes hooded with need and lip bitten between his teeth.
He starts by making you relax, kissing your hand, knee, calf; wherever his lips can reach, while rubbing slow deliberate circles on your aching clit.
After getting you all needy, relaxed and soft for him he'll press a finger in your waiting cunt, the length stretching you and making you squeeze him only to get a tut and a "need you to relax for me, luv"
And when you finally relax again he'll start moving his finger, the squelching sounds of your dripping cunt filling the small space only for him to add another when you least expect it, but the pain is nowhere to be found, replaced by pleasure and lust.
Simon thrusts his fingers in and out of you and just when you start to feel the coil in your stomach, indicating your approaching orgasm, he'll press his palm over the surface of your lower abdomen- right on top of your uterus- making you squeal and squirm a bit, receiving a light tap on the soft flesh;
"need you to stay still for me, sweetheart."
His voice is gruff and his breath starts quickening along with his fingers, his palm on your abdomen applying the perfect pressure, and just when you're about to cum, he'll curl his fingers just right to hit the spongy spot you can't reach by yourself making you arch your back and press harder on his palm;
"W-wait, Simon! F-feel like peeing-"
"That's the point, sweetheart. Let go for me" he pants above you, barely holding himself together.
And just like that, your jaw goes slack and your juices squirt all over his palm, his pace not slowing one bit. Simon would finger you through your orgasm, and when you get down from your high, he'll take out his fingers and slap your pussy making you moan.
Simon brings his hands to his mouth and licks his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact while doing so. And in a moment of embarrassment you avert your gaze only for it to land on his crotch, an evident dark patch coating his bulge
"See what you do to me, luv? Without any touch." he chuckles sweetly and kisses your forehead
"If you ever want to squirt, just come to me. I'll take good care of you, o'right?"
Warnings: somnophilia, dub con, non con? (you don’t know who’s actually between your thighs), nsfw🔞 (megumi is aged up to 19) this is a long one~
dating a man in his early fourties’ who has a nineteen year old son can be difficult, being that you’re in your early twenties and closer to megumi’s age than his dad. but when toji wakes you up with his head between your thighs, you think maybe it’s not so bad.
you can feel his shaky, deep, hot breath fan against your bare pussy, he likely yanked your panties to the side before you woke. but oddly, he’s not even touching you or licking at you. he’s simply lying between your legs with his two flat palms pressed softly into your inner thighs to keep them open, you blink your tired eyes open at the buldge of his head under the blanket with confusion.
“baby? what are you— ” you question tiredly, cutting yourself off with a soft gasp when you feel a single finger press against your nub. he doesn’t even swipe it or circle it, he just presses down on it like a button.
your brows furrow a bit and you grip the blanket to see what he’s doing but before you can lift it, his finger starts to circle your clit agonizingly slow causing you to let go of the blanket and breathe deeply in soft pleasure, eyes closing and brows raising slowly
“mmm— so gentle” you coo at him with a slight teasing to your tone, grinding your hips into his finger which seems to motivate him to add another to swipe slowly against your throbbing nub. toji’s never so gentle, usually ravishing you with his tongue or slamming you against his fingers or cock. not to mention, he’s being so quiet, normally he’d be teasing you by now
“why are you being so quiet— f-fuck!” as if he’s intentionally cutting you off, he quickly presses his flat tongue over your clit in place of his fingers. but he doesn’t move it, he simply adds pressure. you feel so pent up, likely because he’s been toying with you long before you awoke, that the soft natural shake of his tongue is driving you crazy
“stop teasing me, toji,” you whine pathetically, still half asleep, attempting to grind your hips against his tongue. but you don’t get far because he wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you down with such strength that it hurts
you sit up with a hiss, leaning on your elbows and adjusting your hips as much as he allows, to get more comfortable
his unmoving tongue begins to make slow basic licks up against your clit, ignoring your attempt to adjust your position. it seems like he’s not using any technique, like he’s just gliding his tongue over the entirety of your clit instead of targeting the underside of it or the side. it works to stimulate every nerve within your little bundle softly, and gently.
“s-shit— that feels really good,” you coo between deep breaths, head tilting back and hands gripping the sheets. little moans start to escape your throat, your legs beginning to subtly shake in need. it’s like he’s teasing you intentionally, that or he doesn’t know what he’s doing. but forty-one year old toji is experienced to say the least so it can’t be the latter.
you whine after minutes of this taunting, wanting more. “toji, baby, this is sweet and all but i need more.”
and as if punishing you, he nips at your clit, causing you to jolt and squeak in surprise. it’s as if he’s silently saying, ‘you’ll take what i give you.’
you pout and whine dramatically in protest, but that quickly turns into a confused tilt to your head, eyes peeking open at the bulge of his head when he pulls his tongue away and uses one hand to spread your lips apart. you wait for some kind of touch, his tongue or his fingers but it doesn’t come. it’s as if he’s analyzing your pussy, he’s most definitely just looking at it because he’s not even stimulating you now.
you’ve only ever been insecure with toji when you first started getting intimate, but that quickly changed as toji praised your body relentlessly the entirety of your first time together. but now, heat arises on your cheeks as he just stares at your throbbing pussy. it definitely doesn’t help that you can’t even see his expression or know why he’s doing this
“what’s gotten into you, toji? quit it,” you whine, reaching to pull the blanket up once again but before you can, he harshly takes hold of your wrist with the hand connected to the arm wrapped around your thigh and holds it against your lower belly as to stop you from moving. it’s so dark that you can barely see his hand around your wrist
you tsk, pouty and irritated as he continues to stare. before you can say something else, he suddenly closes your pussy lips until they touch each other with the same fingers that were holding them apart. you gasp softly in surprise, only becoming more confused when he opens your lips again, it feels weirdly good and extremely teasing. he continues to slowly repeat the motion a few times over, and you can’t help but feel awkward and embarrassed as your squelching fills the room. it’s like he’s curious how pussy folds and lips work. you aren’t sure if this is due to his age, maybe something guys of his time used to do? but it confuses you
“toji, i swear to god,” you groan at him, impatiently. and it’s like he just doesn’t care because even though he stops opening and closing your pussy like an accordion, he starts to brush his fingers through your small patch of hair above your pussy instead. he does it like he’s brushing his fingers through the hair on your head. and it’s just too weird to feel pleasing. toji had told you he liked when you grew out a lil patch for him because when he sheathes his cock completely inside, your pubes combine and he thinks it’s romantic. you don’t question it, he’s an older man after all, there’s a lot of things he prefers that you don’t quite understand.
you pull against his grip on your wrist frustratedly and when he doesn’t relent, grip instead becoming harsher, you use your free hand to reach under the blanket in attempt to grip his hair and push his head down to -get to work, so to speak.
frankly, you’re exhausted, it’s gotta be something like one or two am and you had a long day yesterday. it seems like he just woke you up to toy with you and you genuinely have no idea how he has the energy to pull this shit when he’s been working his ass off at work recently. you guys hadn’t even had the chance to fuck the last few days.
just when your fingers feel the tips of his hair, his hand that was brushing through your pubes snaps up and brings it down to join your other hand in prison. it happens so fast that you feel like you have whiplash. he transfers both of your wrists to one hand, his one hand being large enough to encase both. he uses his now free hand to keep your thigh open for him.
“so mean,” you whine loudly, “you know i like to touch you.” you grumble, pulling sharply against his hand holding your wrists in resistance. it’s not unusual for toji to be controlling or demanding in a ‘mean’ way but he’s never kept you from touching him, especially when he’s between your thighs. and though your intention was to push his face into your folds, it’s not like you don’t wish to simply touch him too.
then, you feel a cool breeze of air blow against your wet folds, causing you to shiver and hiss in mild relief. your chasm clenches and your nub twitches from the stimulus and after a moment of seemingly watching your pussy react, he does it again.
now, you’ve never growled in your life and why would you? but you find your fed-up self growling in annoyance. your growling threat does make him move on, but not to what you need. you gasp as he uses two fingers to pull the hood of your clit back to expose your sensitive nub.
embarrassment is bursting at the seams but not as much as confusion is. and just when you’re about to say fuck this and utter your safe word so you can finally go to sleep, he lays his tongue against your exposed clit. it feels as though electricity shoots through your body. a shockingly loud whimper strangles out of your throat and your eyes clench shut when he starts to kitten lick it.
“w-what the fu- what are you doing- too much!” you shout at him, head tossing back and forth with eyes clenched shut as your toes curl. it hurts just as much as it feels euphoric, half of you wants him to stop and half hopes to god he doesn’t. your thighs close and open around his head sporadically in futile attempt to cope. if you weren’t in such a distraught state, maybe you’d have noticed how his hair feels a bit different on your thighs, shorter layers on the top that are sticking out in all different kinds of directions.
after he seems to have his fill of torturing you, he lets go of your hood and allows it to cover your exposed nerve again. you sigh deeply in relief, taking deep breaths and relax your clenching eyes into gently closed, relaxed ones. you throb painfully as arousal leaks from your hole, trials down your ass, and pools on the sheets— it’s as if your pussy is crying and if it could cry, it would be.
then, after just a breath of a break, you feel one of his fingers make contact with the lowest part of your pussy. your brows twitch in confusion as he attempts to push it inside, quickly realizing your chasm curves up a bit when his fingertip push against your bottom wall as your other walls cling to him
he twists that finger into you slowly and awkwardly, opening you up and working you open as the room fills with gasps and wet mushing sounds
but even though you’re moderately wet, it still stings when he tries to add another finger before even getting the first one in all the way. you hiss, hips attempting to jolt away from his insertion.
“ngh—hurts,” you whine, hinting to stimulate your clit while he fucks his fingers into you to ease you into the intrusion but instead, he freezes. a beat passes as you await his next move. but he doesn’t do anything.
it’s not the craziest idea that toji is just teasing you intentionally but something feels off. but you’re so tired and he’s been taunting you this entire time, so you help him.
“your tongue, wan’ your tongue,” you coo at him, impatiently. instantly, he takes your advice.
but you aren’t prepared for the speed he fucks his fingers into you when he finally starts sloppily making out with your clit. you practically scream at his force, back arching off of the bed, it’s not harder than he’s ever fingered you but its definitely faster. and it’s odd because the way he’s finger fucking you is so sloppy, no direction and no technique. it reminds you of your high school boyfriend when he finally got his fingers in you, toji can be so impatient sometimes. you assume he’s just fingering you to prep you for his cock and not for your pleasure.
so when one of his jabs push against your top wall where your sweet spot is, you moan loudly.
“there! right there! please!” you beg, whining and legs now shaking something violent.
you can’t help but babble ‘thank you’s’ over and over like a prayer when he listens, immediately focusing on your g-spot.
you get so loud that you start to bite harshly on your bottom lip in attempt to stay quiet.
“m-megumi! he’s sleeping, can’t stay quiet— s-slow down!” you slur out, eyes rolled back and thighs basically crushing his head with force. the morning breakfast with megumi after an intimate night with toji is always awkward to say the least. he’s kind enough to act as though he didn’t hear anything but you know he did
and for the first time all night, he moans against your pussy from your words. you can barely hear it over your desperate moans and squelching. the only reason you know he did is because the vibrations of it rip through you.
your high sneaks up on you so harshly and quickly that you feel as though you black out for more than a few moments as tears fall from your eyes.
“c-cumming!” is all you can grit out, and it’s not like you had to tell him that, he can feel your pussy tighten around his fingers like a vice. somehow you’re not so out of it as to not notice the stutter in his movements, the way the bed creaks where he lies on his stomach, and how he pathetically groans louder than ever. you’re not an idiot, he just came in his pants.
and maybe it’s the fact that he jizzed his pants from just eating you out, his sounds, the abuse of your g-spot, or the painfully annoying teasing he conflicted on you leading to this but you cum harder than you have in weeks. your orgasm lasts minutes and you see fucking white.
as you come down, you whimper as you grind your hips against his face. he catches onto what you’re doing and sticks his tongue out eagerly, slipping his fingers from your sticky, slippery hole to allow you to focus on his tongue.
“oh baby, you’ve gotta start teasing me more often. that was— fucking amazing,” you praise, catching your breath and slowing your grinding. even though it was a little too slow sometimes, it was nice to feel toji being so gentle and taking his time with you for once.
he again, stays quiet to your dismay but he collects the cum escaping your chasm with his eager tongue, making you whimper in overstimulation.
“jesus. you really missed me, huh?” you breathe out deeply in relief and he pecks your clit one last time in affection, as if silently saying ‘your welcome,’ before letting go of your bruised wrists and readjusting your panties to cover you again.
and though it’s a bit odd that he’s been so silent tonight, when his silhouette crawls out of under the blanket and slips out of the dark room, you think nothing of it. toji’s always getting up to get water or a snack after you fuck. “hurry up— wan’ cuddle” you slur out, groggily as your heavy eyes fall closed
you’re so tired from the day before that you allow yourself to close your eyes and drift to sleep, the post orgasm relaxation taking over. toji will wake you up if he wants to fuck or cuddle when he comes back, you assume he will so it’s no big deal
waking up the next morning, you turn on your side and cuddle into toji’s bulky body lying beside you, nuzzling your head into his chest before opening your eyes to look up at him.
“wow~ goodmorning, little one. what did i do to earn such a cute greeting this morning?” toji’s deep voice inquires as he wraps an arm around you and squeezes the fat of your ass, he’s likely been awake for a few minutes before you.
“can’t a girl just be happy to wake up next to her sexy boyfriend for no reason?” you tease with a playful smile, big doe eyes gazing up at him, subtly grinding your panty-clad pussy into his thigh. the gusset of your panties are still a bit damp from having not changed out of them last night
he smirks down at you and lays a long kiss onto your lips, humming into you before parting and peppering your neck with kisses that make you giggle as he holds you deep into himself.
“how lucky am i? you still find this old man attractive, sweetheart?” he mumbles into your neck and you giggle.
“i don’t know.. you’re getting a bit slow these days, old man.” you tease, biting your lip as you smile up at him playfully.
you squeak when he flips you over and pins you down by your wrists. he leans into your ear and nibbles on it. “careful, this old man is getting real close to fucking that attitude right out of you, girl.”
you nudge the side of your head against his affectionately and hum, seductively. “oh yeah? you all talk or are you actually gonna do it?” you wrap your legs around his hips and lift yours to grind against his hardening cock through his sweatpants.
he chuckles and pulls away from your ear to look you in the eye, gaze flickering down at your unrelenting hips with a clench to his jaw. “fuckk, i wish i could baby.”
and immediately you whine, a pout forming on your lips. “noo, again? you’re really gonna go to work now?”
you love being toji’s little housewife but he’s been so busy lately. the only company you have is megumi and his friends while he’s away and it gets so awkward since you’re all around the same age
he gives you one last peck to your lips and you chase his lips as he parts from you. he sits at the edge of the bed before stretching and grunting, loudly.
“sorry, sweet girl. wish i could say i’d be back later but ‘fraid it’d gonna be a long one. i’ll be back in a few days.” he sighs as he stands and enters the master bathroom to brush his teeth
you groan to yourself dramatically, pouting as you lay back with your eyes closed. “shiu might as well be your girlfriend at this point.”
“i’ll make it up to you when i get back, baby.” toji shouts to you as the faucet turns on. you know he hates leaving you like this too but someone’s gotta pay the bills, he’s got you and a kid to support after all
you sigh, there’s no use in making him feel worse than he already does so you put on a playful smile and press your thighs together.
“oh really? i’m still sad you didn’t wake me up to fuck last night after you ate me out like that.” you sing at him, seductively causing him to chuckle deeply.
“last night? you want this old man so bad that you’re dreaming about my tongue now? i was at work last night sweetheart, didn’t get back till late.” he shouts back at you, you can tell he’s speaking with his toothbrush in his mouth.
you immediately shoot upright with blinking eyes, suddenly wide awake. you chuckle, nervously as your face drains of blood. there’s just no way that was a dream, it was so vivid. you quickly check your wrists and sure enough, you have slight bruises forming on them of finger prints— but they’re not prominent enough to be sure.
“a-are you sure? it felt so real,” you gulp, almost speaking more to yourself than him.
“very sure. got here like three hours ago, was wondering why your panties were so wet. naughty, naughty girl.” he teases you, thinking nothing of your dream
you look down at your panties and your brows twitch in confusion. your pussy feels all kinds of sensitive, like it always is the morning after getting sexy with toji. can wet dreams get that vivid to where you can feel the after effects of it?
you shake your head and stand up before changing your panties and slipping on some sweatpants. there’s no use in dwelling on it, it’s not like someone broke in last night to eat you out and then left, right?
“pancakes this morning?” you inquire as you open the bedroom door.
“eh—too sweet, toast? kind of in a hurry,” toji calls back as the shower turns on.
“okay, baby.” you call back before leaving your bedroom and entering the kitchen.
as you put on the coffee pot for toji, you hear megumi walk in with a yawn behind you before he takes a seat at the kitchen table. you clench your eyes shut briefly in embarrassment. you aren’t sure if he heard you having a wet dream last night or if you even made any noise at all
“good morning, megumi.” you greet him, kindly as you lean your back against the counter to face him.
he hums groggily and offers a small smile. you exhale in relief, usually megumi won’t make eye contact after a night of hearing you and toji fuck so you figure you’re in the clear.
“i’m making toast for your dad but i’m down to make whatever if you’re craving something specific.” you cheerfully offer as you throw some bread in the toaster.
“uh- no it’s okay. i’ll make my own.” he voices as he turns on his phone to scroll on it. megumi’s always rejecting your offers to make him food, do his dishes, or his laundry. you can tell he thinks it’s weird that you’re only a year older than him and acting like his mom while fucking his dad. but still, megumi is hard to read, he’s even more bitch-faced than his father is.
you sigh and put on a small smile. “okay, let me know if you change your mind.”
and then it’s pretty silent until toji comes in, showered and holding his work bag.
toji downs the coffee you offer him quickly and shoves a piece of toast in his mouth before he pulls you in and slaps your ass then grips it, making you squeak and blush with megumi just feet away on his phone.
“t-toji!” you gasp at him, futilely pushing his chest away as he chuckles and finally lets go of your ass but he still holds you close.
“oh hush. he doesn’t care, do ya, kid?” toji nonchalantly asks megumi as he takes a long wiff of your neck.
megumi simply sighs, clearly annoyed with his father like usual.
ignorant toji kisses you deeply before reluctantly letting you go and snatching the other piece of toast you made him.
“be back soon,” you pout lovingly, following him to the front door before he opens it and turns to you.
“i’ll miss you too, sweet girl. i’ll call you.” he looks down at you with affection and sighs as he finally exits with a wave.
you watch him pull out of the driveway and leave as you chew on the inside of your cheek.
you fiddle with the lock on the front door and it seems to be working fine.
once you’re back in the kitchen, you sit at the kitchen island and lean your chin onto your palm as you watch megumi cook for himself, back facing you by the stove. you just can’t drop the idea that your ‘dream’ wasn’t just a dream. the way toji poked and prodded at you like a teenage virgin was so odd— not to mention how he didn’t speak or let you touch him.
“how’d you sleep?” you inquire and megumi stops moving the spatula around in the pan when you speak briefly before clearing his throat and then continuing.
“good. why?”
“just wondering, do you know for sure if i locked the door last night before we went to sleep?” you ask, obviously not wanting to scare him into thinking someone broke in— but at this point it’s a possibility.
“uh- i think you did, what happened?” megumi inquires, not even turning to face you as he stirs his eggs
you sigh and blink down at the counter top, “nothing, nothing.”
now, he turns to you with his natural lidded eyes and indifferent face but he seems more observant of you right now.
“you think someone broke in or something?” he huffs out of his nose but he doesn’t even smile, as if he’s more focused on how you react.
you gulp. “i- probably not. i’m being ridiculous.” you wave him off.
and he simply hums before turning back to his eggs.“something happen?” he asks after a few moments of thinking to himself.
it’s not like you can just flat out tell your boyfriend’s son you think someone broke in to eat you out and left.
“just didn’t know when toji came in last night.” you utter, as if that’s a plausible explanation for thinking someone broke in.
“think it was four.” megumi hums, turning back to face you once again with his natural, bored gaze.
you blink at the counter and then up at him with a confused twitch to your brows. “you.. you were up last night?”
and you gulp as you gaze at his hair that sticks out from all directions, unlike his father.
he hums in confirmation, the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips as his gaze flicks down to your bruised wrists, his smile so faint that you’d believe it wasn’t actually there. lips that make you think about if you ever felt toji’s scar on your pussy last night.
your breathing begins to quicken but you’re deep in denial, your mind protecting you by forcing yourself to deny the idea that megumi could have been the man between your thighs last night.
“o-oh, couldn’t sleep?” you inquire, attempting to steady your voice and hold a normal looking smile. honestly you couldn’t care less that he couldn’t sleep, but at this point, you’re trying to continue the conversation like normal so he doesn’t suspect that you know anything.
this was a anon request but i absolutely loved the idea i didn’t wanna directly reply & ruin the plot twist🙏 but if you requested this ily this was great!🤍
tojis sweet wife makes shiu a bit too jealous... ♡ (hubby toji x chubby!wife reader)
tojji is leaned back on the couch with one leg stretched out, elbow resting on the armrest like he owns the air in the room while shiu stands near the kitchen counter going through something on his phone with the expression of a man already regretting showing up.
"you really gonna sit there and tell me thats the cut," shiu says, not even looking up.
tojii clicks his tongue. "aint no tellin. it is the cut."
shiu sighs, already having had enough of toji. the damn guy was too stubborn. but before he can respond, the bedroom door opens.
you shuffle out first, all soft and sweet in your house clothes, smiling softly at both of the men. you spot toji immediately and your whole face changes, expression melting into something warm and familiar.
"..hello," you mumble quietly. your voice is quiet, sweet, still thick with sleep. tojis entire posture changes instantly like someone just reached over and rewired him.
"baby," he rasps.
his shoulders drop a fraction, jaw unclenching, eyes flicking over to you like youre the only thing in the apartment that matters. the scowl doesnt disappear completely, it never does, but it turns lazy.
"sleepin all day again," he mutters, but theres no real bite in it.
you ignore that completely and pad straight over, bare feet quiet against the floor, stopping right in front of him like its second nature. your hands come up immediately, smoothing down the front of his wrinkled t shirt.
after that, you lean up and press a quick kiss to his temple. toji exhales through his nose, something almost pleased passing over his face for half a second before he settles back again, letting you fuss over him without complaint.
tojis hand tightened at your waist immediately, and before you could step back he shifted in his chair, tilting his head slightly toward you as if deciding something without saying it. his grip guided you closer, and then he pulled you down and gave you one of those big fat kisses he loves.
he held you there between his hands while he kissed you properly, calm and heavy and entirely unconcerned with the fact that this was happening in front of an audience, his eyes flicked over to shiu, definetly showing off his wife, giving shiu a look that says 'yeah, look at her. thats my wife.'
when he finally pulled back, it was only by a fraction, your face still close, his thumb brushing once at your cheek like he was finishing something he started.
shiu watched all of this in silence, giving toji a flat look. you finally glance over at shiu, polite as ever even though you lowkey just made out with your husband in front of his best friend.
"hi," you say softly, and shiu nods once. "morning," he replies.
you stay there a second longer, then gently pat tojis chest like youre confirming hes still in one piece before shifting away again, drifting back toward the hallway.
"would you like some tea?" you ask, voice still gentle, shiu opens his mouth, but youre already gone again, disappearing toward the kitchen like you werent just the center of attention for a whole minute.
shiu slowly turns his head toward toji, and toji is still leaning back, looking way too comfortable for a man who was just arguing about money five seconds ago, one hand loosely hanging over the armrest like nothing in the world could possibly stress him out right now.
shiu stares at him for a beat longer and then exhales through his nose.
"youre a lucky bastard,” he mutters.
tojis mouth twitches like hes been waiting for that exact sentence his whole life.
"i know," he says simply, stretching slightly like hes got nowhere to be and all the time in the world. "aint she cute?"
coworker!simon x cybersecurity!reader hcs (mdni, 18+)
coworker!simon who likes to pretend he’s going into the tech lounge for a cup of coffee (he prefers tea) when really he just wants to see if you’re in there taking a break.
“u techies ain’t doin anythin all day?” is what you hear as bootstraps come into your line of sight. you raise a brow and look up at him from where you’re brewing a fresh cup of coffee. “don’t you soldiers have your own break room to bother people in??” you uttered with barely hidden distaste. he was glad for his mask covering that small smirk-your attitude went straight to his dick. “this place ‘as got the good coffee” he looks down at you, his voice gravelly in your ears. “soap said u hate coffee.” you call him out with a slow sip from the mug. he mentally curses the scott. “must be confused.”
coworker!simon who enjoys teasing you even though the man barely utters more than 5 words per conversation most of the time. he just loooves being in your space, not even to make fun of you, but just to see what you’re up to.
“whaddya even do when there’s no missions on schedule aye?” he comes up behind you and asks in that low scratchy accent you only hear in the mornings..hot. but that doesn’t matter. “do you always bother people who are trying to work” you grumble out as your eyes focus on the code at hand, fingers typing rapidly. he lets out a gruff …laugh? you’re not entirely sure. “too pretty to be wasting your time behind that screen.” you freeze, he doesn’t compliment you usually, just the annoying comment here and there. “well i enjoy my job.” “yeah?” you could hear the smirk in his voice. “what if i convinced you to look away from that g’damn screen. this weekend. dinner?” you tilted your head, a smug look crossing your face as you look up at him. he raised a brow, waiting.he’d never let on, but fuck was he nervous. “sure.” one short word from you lit him up.
coworker!simon who loomed gravely outside your comparatively cute and dainty house as he waited for you to open the door. you did, in a number that did crazy shit to his heart ..and dick.
“knew you’d look even more beautiful when you’re not behind that desk.” his mask was off, wanted to be real with you-not ghost but simon. you smiled slightly and stepped out. “thank you simon.” his following grin should indicate how the date went. a fancy restaurant followed by a dinner full of laughs, longing looks, and simon trying his fucking best to hide how much he wanted you. safe to say it went well on both sides.
coworker!simon who really really liked you. and he may not be great with words and that sappy bullshit but his mouth did wonders on its own.
he currently had tremendous amounts of blood rushing south in this moment. why? cus you were sitting on his face currently gripping the headboard for dear life as he dug his tongue deeper in your pussy. “si-simon wait” you breathed rapidly, knot forming fast in your stomach. he shook his head, groaning as he bucked his hips up into the air desperate for his own release. but he was too focused on you. “cum for me pretty, i wanna taste it.” he slurred into your flesh as he ate like you both didn’t just have dinner. “soo sweet” he panted. your high reached its peak and u tried to get off but he didn’t let you, fingers plunging in as you came hard, shivering and whimpering his name.
“oh my god..” you covered your face as the high wore off and you looked at the mess on his face “simon im so-“ he cut you off immediately “nah none of that. fuckin loved it, yeah?” he grinned, handsome face covered in you “never knew nerds could squirt” “don’t ruin this for yourself.” you bite back, covering his mouth while he smirks. little did you know he came in his pants a moment ago, all because of you.
CONTENT: Readers first time having a gynecologist appointment and her doctor is a fraud. [cw: mdni. Imposter medical exam, dubious consent, off-screen murder, body concealment, age gap (reader is 20 and Toji is 30), power imbalance, explicit sexual content.]
The heavy metallic scent of blood was still fresh in the air, but Toji Fushiguro was a professional. He had just finished shoving the late Dr. Jiro’s body into the tall supply cabinet, wiping his blood-stained hands on a stray towel, when a sharp knock rattled the office door.
"Dr. Jiro? Your 2:00 PM appointment is here. Should I send her in?" the secretary’s voice called out.
Toji froze, his mind calculating the exits. Damn it. If he bolted now, the secretary would walk in, find the empty room, probably check the cabinet, and raise the alarm before he even cleared the parking lot. He needed a few minutes to let the building clear out.
Glancing down, he saw a pristine white lab coat hanging on the back of the door. He grabbed it, throwing it over his muscular frame. It was hilariously tight around his broad shoulders, splitting slightly at the seams of his upper back, but it would have to do. He cleared his throat, deepening his voice. "Yeah. Send her in."
When the door clicked open, Toji braced himself to play the part, expecting some sharp-eyed woman who would instantly realize he didn't know a speculum from a stethoscope.
Instead, you walked in.
You looked small, clutching your purse to your chest like a shield, your eyes wide and darting around the room nervously. You were only twenty, completely innocent, and visibly trembling.
Toji’s assassin instincts melted into pure, dark amusement. Oh, he thought, a slow, wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he quickly schooled his face into a serious expression. This is going to be easy.
"Um, Dr. Jiro?" you squeaked, looking at the towering, impossibly handsome man in front of you. He didn't really look like the picture on the clinic's website, but you were too terrified to question it. You just assumed he had spent a lot of time at the gym since that photo was taken.
"Yeah. That's me," Toji lied smoothly, leaning back against the desk and crossing his arms. The fabric of the lab coat strained against his biceps. "Take a seat. You look like you're about to faint."
"I-I'm just really nervous," you admitted, sitting on the very edge of the chair, your knuckles white as you gripped your bag. "It's my first time at the gynecologist. I don't really know what to expect."
Toji blinked. First time. A dangerous thrill shot through him. Now, Toji knew a lot of things. He knew how to take a man's life in under three seconds, and he knew exactly how to make a woman scream his name in bed. But clinical, medical knowledge of a woman's anatomy? Absolutely zero.
"Right. Well," Toji muttered, clearing his throat and grabbing a clipboard to look busy. He skimmed a random chart, pretending to read your medical history while actually just waiting for his adrenaline to settle. "First times can be... intense. But don't worry. I'll be thorough. We'll start with a full body check before we do the internal exam."
He pointed toward the examination table. "Go ahead and strip down to your underwear. Put this gown on, opening facing the front. I'll step behind the curtain for a second."
While you nervously got ready, Toji quickly scanned a colorful poster on the wall detailing a pelvic exam. Okay. Touch here, check that. Simple enough. He washed his hands thoroughly, enjoying the irony of washing away actual blood just to pretend to be a doctor, then snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He pulled the curtain back.
You were sitting on the edge of the table, clutching the flimsy paper gown shut over your chest. Your legs dangled off the side, pale and smooth.
"Alright, let's look at your reflexes and skin condition first," Toji murmured, stepping closer. His massive frame completely towered over you, casting a long shadow. He reached out, his gloved hands gently grasping your forearm. He ran his large thumb down to your wrist, feeling your pulse racing frantically. "Heart rate is high. Breathe for me, sweetheart."
He moved his hands up to your shoulders, squeezing the tense muscles. His touch was firm, possessing a strange, commanding warmth that didn't feel like a sterile doctor at all. He slid his hands down your arms, checking your skin, before moving down to your legs. He lifted one of your feet, his hands sliding up your calf and over your knee, testing the joint. Every place his warm hands pressed left your skin tingling.
"Now, relax your gown," Toji commanded softly, stepping right between your thighs as you sat on the table. "Need to do a breast exam. Check for lumps."
Your face flushed crimson. You slowly parted the gown, exposing your bare chest to him. Toji’s eyes darkened instantly, his gaze tracking over your smooth skin and the heavy rise and fall of your chest. He forced his expression to remain professional, though his primal instincts were screaming.
He flattened his large, gloved hand against your torso, tracing your ribs before moving upward. His fingers were incredibly deliberate, circling your breast with a firm, steady pressure. You let out a soft gasp as his thumb brushed over the apex, making it instantly harden under his touch.
"Everything feels normal here," Toji rumbled, his voice dropping an octave, becoming dangerously husky. "Very healthy. Go ahead and lay back now. Put your feet in the stirrups. We'll finish the check up down there."
Your breath hitched as you moved into position. You were lying down, your knees bent and resting in the stirrups, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable.
Toji sat on the rolling stool, pushing the tray closer. When he parted the sheet, his breath caught slightly. You were young, beautiful, and completely flawless.
He leaned in, his large hands gently touching the inside of your thighs. He spread your legs a fraction wider, his eyes scanning your intimate warmth. "Still very tense. You need to relax your muscles for me."
"I-I'm trying," you whimpered, gripping the edges of the vinyl table.
"Let me help you," Toji murmured. He didn't bother using any of the cold metal instruments on the tray. He didn't know how to use them anyway, and frankly, he wanted his hands on you.
He reached for a bottle of lubricating gel, squeezing a generous amount onto his gloved fingers. The gel was cool, but as he pressed his two fingers against your opening, the contrast made you let out a soft, embarrassing gasp.
He didn't wait for an answer, slowly sliding his fingers inside you. He felt how tight you were, how incredibly warm and welcoming.
"N-no," you breathed, your hips unconsciously twitching against his touch. "It just... feels different than I thought it would. Is it supposed to feel this... deep?"
Toji chuckled darkly, a sound vibrating deep in his chest. "Yes. I need to make sure everything is functioning perfectly."
He began to move his fingers in a slow, rhythmic stroke. He knew exactly how to pleasure a woman, and right now, he was using all that expertise under the guise of a routine exam. He angled his fingers upward, finding a very specific, sensitive spot inside you and pressing firmly.
You let out a loud gasp, your toes curling in the stirrups. "Oh!"
"Everything okay?" Toji asked, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he watched your face flush crimson.
"Yes, it's just... a very strange sensation," you whispered, completely dazed.
"It's just standard procedure," Toji lied smoothly, his thumb subtly slipping forward to rub against your clitoris through the latex while his fingers continued to stroke inside you. "Tell me if the pressure is too much."
"Ah... no, it's... it's fine," you gasped, arching your back slightly off the table. Your hands gripped the vinyl so hard your knuckles turned white. It felt incredibly scandalous, yet so intensely good that you couldn't find it in yourself to tell him to stop. You genuinely thought this was how a premier doctor conducted an exam. You loved the way his large hands dominated your body, making you feel completely consumed.
Toji watched your face, watching your lips part and your eyes flutter shut. He increased the speed of his fingers, feeling you begin to slick up, your inner muscles clamping tightly around his fingers, begging for release. He slid a third finger inside, stretching you gently, eliciting a needy whine from your lips.
He kept up the relentless, heavy rhythm, his thumb putting just enough pressure on your sweet spot until you couldn't hold it back anymore. With a loud, breathless cry, your hips shuddered against his hand, your walls rippling around his fingers in a powerful, shattering orgasm right there on the table.
Toji let you ride out the waves, a look of pure, dominant satisfaction on his face. He slowly slid his fingers out of you with a wet, deliberate slowness, snapping his gloves off and tossing them into the bin.
"Alright. Exam's over," Toji said, wiping his hands on a towel and offering you a smirk that was entirely too wicked for a medical practitioner. "You're perfectly healthy. In fact, I think we should do a follow-up appointment. Very soon. My private office, perhaps?"
You blushed furiously, your chest still heaving as you pulled the gown down to cover yourself. Your body was tingling, completely undone by the experience. "Y-yes, Dr. Jiro. Thank you."
Toji turned to leave, pausing at the door to look back at your flushed, dazed form. "See you soon, sweetheart."
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playfighting your bf satoru is like trying to inconvenience a mountain that won't leave your face alone.
genre: fluff
cw: established relationship, power struggle, wrestling teasing, playfulness, domesticity, kissing, biting
wc: ~2k
you had him. you definitely had him—at least, that’s what a normal distribution of weight, physics, and human biomechanics suggested.
“oh no,” satoru drawled, not even moving. “i’m being attacked. whatever shall I do?”
“you can start by losing—”
he was standing up like you weighed absolutely nothing.
your arms locked tighter around his neck from behind, your legs snaking around his waist, all your might thrown into the tackle, but satoru didn’t budge. not an inch. it was like you were trying to wrestle a marble statue that happened to be wearing something way out of most people’s price range.
“go. down.”
satoru laughed at you, that bright and unfair you-are-so-screwed chuckle slipping right out of him.
no matter. you ignored the sound, holding your ground as you put your back into the motion, digging your heels into his hips, trying anything you could muster to throw him off balance.
satoru stood up straighter, not an ounce of wobble in him.
one second you were clinging to his back like a koala with a vendetta, the next, you were fully dangling, feet far off the ground, one of his big hands casually gripping the back of your thigh to keep you from slipping.
“form’s good,” he mused, bouncing you once like he was testing a new dumbbell. “little shaky on the follow-through, though. seven out of ten.”
“PUT ME DOWN—”
you thrashed. you squirmed. you tried to hook your ankle around anything to drag him down—feet only meeting the air.
“alright.” satoru lowered you, pressing you into his back, arms enveloping you in what could only be described as a reverse bear hug.
“this was NOT what i meant—”
“no?” he cooed, craning his neck with blindfold still in place, and pressed a loud, obnoxious smooch to your forearm.
“stop—”
“i’m rewarding the effort.”
“this isn’t—” a kiss on your bicep. “—a participation—” a kiss on your knuckles. “—sport!”
“it can be. you’re cute enough.”
you made a sound of pure, unfiltered rage.
satoru laughed, turning his back towards your couch and releasing you. your body dropped gently—annoyingly gently, bouncing on the cushions with a soft oof.
the furniture dipped once, and his shadow was already over you before you could scramble away, his elbows planting on either side of your head.
“y’know,” he said, voice dropping into something silky and quiet. “winner gets real kisses.”
your heart did a stupid little backflip.
“you’re not gonna win,” you lied, breathless.
he tilted his head, his lips pulling into that slow, dangerous, i-know-something-you-don’t grin.
“then stop me, baby.”
and you tried.
you bucked your hips in an incredible attempt to flip him, used your thighs to scissor his waist and reverse the position he had pinned you down into. he let you get almost there—let you think you had an opening—and then just shifted his weight with maddeningly little effort.
satoru’s weight settled on you like an iron anchor, no neutral barrier keeping you at arm's length—just the raw, menacing density of a guy who knew he was completely unshakeable.
your body was giving its heart and soul in an attempt to grapple him; his, on the other hand, had yet to register your attempt as something worth exerting himself over.
but before he could claim his victory, you did the only logical thing left in your arsenal. your teeth came down on the high collar of his t-shirt.
“ow! hey! unfair conduct! referee!” satoru squawked, flinching just enough for you to yank one hand free.
“no rules in street fighting!”
satoru grinned, his hand catching your wrist mid-air with scary speed. “oh, so we’re playing dirty now? excellent.”
you could barely process the wicked tilt of his mouth as he adjusted his grip—sliding one arm under your lower back and the other under your knees, scooping you up like a barbell made out of fury, bicep-curling your entire body into the air like a horizontal maraca. no effort, no strain, not even a slight change in his breathing.
“...three,” he counted, lowering you an inch before pumping you back above eye level. “four... mind-muscle connection...”
“SATORU—”
“not bad,” he mused, holding you at the peak of the curl as if testing your weight distribution. “you’re about... three bags of rice. four if i count the spite,”
“LET GO—”
he didn’t. you were beginning to suspect ‘training to failure’ wasn’t a concept satoru had ever personally encountered—and if asked, you were almost certain he’d define it as 'deciding when he’d had enough.'
satoru kept your entire body suspended mid-air with that single, immovable arm of his while the other pulled his phone out from his pocket.
“...just a sec.”
he flipped it around, his thumb tapping across the screen as he skimmed a notification. you hung suspended in mid-air, watching in horrified fascination as his brow furrowed with a level of concentration he hadn’t bothered to give your entire mass during his tiny, impromptu workout session.
“ah. spam email.” he slid the phone right back into his pocket, his lifting arm having not so much as trembled the entire time.
you just stared, utterly paralyzed at the cosmic audacity of a man who apparently considered you light enough to multitask around, casually managing his inbox while you were still fighting for your dignity.
satoru leaned back against the top cushion as though he'd merely paused between sets, locking eyes with your stunned expression.
“rule number one of fighting the strongest,” he chirped up, wearing that impossibly pleased and unrepentant grin. “don’t bite the equipment. it voids the warranty.”
“you’re ridiculous—!” you swung a leg over, trying to find leverage, still very much airborne, held aloft by an arm that felt like steel in human form.
“i don’t know. i kinda like it up here. fine view," he said, pulling his blindfold down past his nose. the striking glow of his eyes locked onto yours, sparkling with unveiled mischief. “can’t chomp on me from all the way up there.”
you glared down at him, but the sheer absurdity of the situation—and the way his t-shirt stretched over his shoulder where your teeth marks probably still were—cracked your composure. a snort escaped you.
“you have a mark on your shoulder.”
that made him pause for a second—barely enough to notice had you not been looking for it.
“yeah?” he tilted his head, his silvery hair falling across his brow. “are you gonna kiss it better?”
“i was thinking more along the lines of biting it again.”
the sigh that left satoru’s body was almost too entertained. he lowered you slowly, almost teasingly, letting your feet brush the floor before he let go entirely. you dropped the last inch, landing on your own two feet, ready to lunge—
and then he was behind you.
you didn’t even see him move as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, chin hooking over your shoulder. his chest barely moved behind you, exasperatingly relaxed despite the fact that you were still actively trying to escape. “missed me?”
“YOU—” you elbowed backward, but he absorbed the impact, tsking as he tightened his grip around your waist and dragging you back until you were flush against his chest.
“illegal move number two: strike to the kidney. that’s a five-minute penalty in the kiss bin.”
“there is no kiss bin!”
“there is now,” satoru hummed, resting his heavy chin right on your shoulder, his nose nuzzling into the side of your neck. “i’m the founder, president, and sole referee. your sportsmanship is atrocious today.”
you huffed, trying to pry his thick arms off your stomach, but it was like trying to unbend rebar. every frustrated tug only made the muscle beneath his shirt tighten beneath your hands. zero traces of any cursed technique—just surprisingly irritating lean muscle.
his heartbeat thudded slowly against your back in an unbothered rhythm, as if manhandling you across his own body didn’t even seem to qualify as light cardio.
“this isn’t over,” you pointed out, tilting your head back against his shoulder to glare at him.
“you were so brave,” satoru mumbled, his voice softening as he peered down full of affection. his lips met the side of your neck, a peck right over your pulse point. “a true warrior. a feral, teethy one.”
you shivered despite yourself—the traitorous little jolt that always happened when his mouth found the spot. you hoped he had missed it.
“ah,” he breathed against your skin, the word vibrating through you. “found it.”
“found—found what? there’s nothing to find—”
“your off switch.” another kiss, slower this time. “right... here.”
you elbowed him again, weaker this time. “there isn’t an off switch.”
his lips curved into a smile against your neck. “mhm, that’s why you just went all melty.”
“i did not go melty.”
“you went so melty. turned into a puddle of... of...” he paused, clearly searching for the most ridiculous possible comparison. “pudding.”
“that is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”
“no, wait.” he reconsidered. “custard. vanilla. crème brûlée if you're feeling fancy. i’m a crème brûlée kind of guy, honestly. the caramel on top?" he sighed dreamily. “chef's kiss.”
apparently that counted as enough justification for another smooch beneath the side of your jaw.
“i’m going to commit a crime.”
“you already did. general assault on a beautiful man.” he squeezed you tighter, almost cuddly now. “i’m just trying to reform you through physical love.”
“you’re not reforming anything—”
“true,” he said cheerfully. “i wanna make it worse. that’s the goal.”
you gave up struggling, slumping back against him with a defeated groan. “i despise you.”
“you love me.”
“hate.”
“love.”
“hate.”
“love love love—” he was peppering kisses along your shoulder now, each one punctuating the word. “—love—you—so—much—”
your resolve was crumbling. you could feel it, like sand slipping through your fingers.
“this doesn’t mean i forfeit,” you managed.
“no, of course not.” he was grinning against your skin—you could feel it. ”you’re still fighting. very formidable. extremely intimidating.”
“i am—”
“especially the part where you went completely boneless the second i kissed your neck.”
“THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN—”
you tried to twist away, but he just laughed and held you tighter, burying his face in your hair.
“your favorite thing is watching me suffer.”
“mm. top three. right behind sugar and my own reflection.”
you shook your head. “unreal.”
“yeah well, tell it to the judge,” satoru teased, easing his grip just enough to spin you around in his arms, ungraciously falling back against your couch with you on his lap.
you expected him to strike another cocky pose or drop another infuriating one-liner, but as his palms settled loosely on your waist, his expression softened.
the blindfold was resting around his neck, and those endless light blue eyes were looking down at you with so much fond that it made your chest ache in the best way possible.
”eight out of ten.” he said softly, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle against your hip.
you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest to keep up the facade. “is the referee issuing a revised statement?”
“mhm. bonus points for the biting,” he purred, looking entirely too satisfied with himself. “still went down, but at least you made it interesting.”
that smug little smirk was your final straw.
you uncrossed your arms, hands snaking upward as you pretended to adjust your posture, before your fingers hooked firmly into the black fabric of the blindfold dangling around his throat in a yank.
satoru’s head pitched forward, but he didn’t even stumble—just let himself be pulled down completely unfazed, those glowing blue eyes blinking at you in mild, amused curiosity.
“i’m trying to choke you into submission,” you informed him, holding the fabric as taut as your knuckles would allow.
“and you’re doing great, sweetface, truly,” he was all smiles, not resisting the pull at all—in fact, the tension on the blindfold was only helping close the remaining space between you, until his lips were barely an inch from yours. “except you forgot one tiny detail.”
“which is?”
“you’re directly in the kiss range.”
satoru closed the final inch.
the kiss wasn’t the victorious, smug-enough- to-power-tokyo-for-three-days-straight standard he usually went for. his lips met yours, lingering just long enough to steal whatever breath you had left.
he slid up his hands from your waist to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone as he pulled back just an inch, grinning down at your thoroughly dazed expression.
“ten out of ten,” he breathed against your lips, gleaming with pure satisfaction. “ref’s ruling is final.”
a/n: made us speak super poetic sooo try not get caught off guard it just felt fitting, i was in flow state
to let teeth graze the pumping beat of your neck. to let his fingers drag down the rungs. to hold it in fondness than bloodlust.
it was a clear defiance of sukuna’s nature.
he could rip your throat out in a heartbeat if he wanted. tear you apart with his fangs. indulge you in the same carnage he doused empires in.
yet, he handled you like the finest china.
watching you bare your jugular without demand. it challenged his very existence. every village he slaughtered, and every lineage he’d ended.
it was the fact you were letting him decide whether you lived or died at every loving embrace. and it enthralled him.
the moonlight spilled across the wooden veranda, casting the long monstrous shadow of sukuna's four-armed silhouette onto the sliding doors behind.
waves of fog enveloped pruned rose bushes, seeping through tall hedges as you both watched the garden in a seated embrace.
his arms had you imprisoned in love shackles. his large stature caved around you, keeping you warm from the midnight breeze.
he was in the midst of ravishing your neck, nearing the familiar tang of metal when he muttered into your skin.
"wife," he repositioned you between his lap. "stop moving."
your hands slid up to one of his forearms trying to stabilise his rough essence. "ryomen, my robe is silk. you are holding me in such a way i cannot ground myself."
sukuna's arms jerked in the blinding heat, making your efforts to plant your feet on the polished veranda wood useless.
irritated, he growled. his raging lips chased the sweet musk of your neck at your effort to fight the frictionless surface.
"woman. stop moving. my teeth'll catch." he rasped to your ear, a tone with bluffed intimidation.
you also grew irritated at how you couldn't fight the handling of his arms, making you writhe between his seated legs.
the air from your sighing lips was visible in the cold. "hold me softer and i will stay until the stars appear. hold me roughly, and i will head straight to the chambers, leaving you to the lonely moon's gaze."
despite your instruction for soft-handling, you spoke in a tone that fell powerless to the ravenous storm in his mind.
his four arms tightened stubbornly around your frame, forcing a huff out of you. there was no established spectrum of 'soft-handling' for your husband. after all, he only knew strength.
he continued the attack on your already contused neck, dwelling above your pulse for a second longer. his touch was becoming hungrier. you let out a small whine from the sharp sensation of his teeth.
the soft squeal seeped into the breeze and the dark heat inside him only grew with every fastened beat of your pulse.
sukuna's taste buds knew no better syrup than the mixture of saliva and your skin, the hints of metal getting him more drunk than the average commoner at a brewery.
hand-picked court chefs had prepared him all sorts of desserts. reeling puddings from the west, sugar-cane from the south, the thickest honey cultivated from the estate's gardens. none of it had stimulated him.
he only knew to salivate at the sight of your tilted jaw, exposed to the predatory nature of his mouth. and when he'd latch on and taste the well-earned copper... it was a victory within itself.
eventually, he reached said climax, his tongue creating pressure on the bruised area to not waste a single drop of his prized nectar. he had sucked so much blood to your skin's surface, you could practically feel a second heartbeat on the swell.
your head reeled back into the faint heave of his chest, your mewl untethering him. the arms around your body loosened slightly, making your skin feel iced from the loss of contact.
for a brief second, your clear demands to be held again was a muffle. the line between pure destruction and innocent love blurred within his mind. decades of only knowing and giving pain had created a reluctant muscle memory to devour whatever mortal dared to stay in proximity. and the mocking tang of blood in his mouth only acted as a catalyst to these thoughts.
"ryomen!"
his ravening mind honed back to reality.
"i said hold me." you re-draped the silk robes across your exposed collarbones.
he paused for a moment, mind still thrown off equilibrium.
it was only when your soft fingertips poked at his limp arms did he take control of his thoughts.
the lines in his mind sharpened, making his answer clear as day.
and so, with his answer made, two arms snaked around your waist, stacking as if dressing you in an entirely new robe of heat. the other forearm lay resting on your chest, thick enough to cover any skin that was victim to the chilly air.
the final arm lay on your leg, his dense fingers trailing plush to the inner pulse of your thigh's artery. like a moth to a flame, his touch rested.
the faint emergence of stars above stared back at him as he dwelled.
there was with no doubt within his mind that you were the only being capable of moulding him to a such a sappy sentimental man.
not a king, nor a god. a man at your touch.
and the thought did not inherently bother him.
instead, it spread a foreign joy to his rotten heart.
how he enjoyed the warm sensation of your pulses, whether it be under his lips or his fingers, the sensation of you breathing...
simply being alive rather than another cold body at his feet.
ʚ c.w | fluff ⋮ married couple ⋮ sukuna's strict program .
" get out. " his voice was sharp through the walls of your shared chambers, sharper than how it usually was when he spoke of you. let alone to you. displeasement was all over his face and body language; all four arms crossed with a scowl creasing his aged brow.
you sat confused and alarmed, as to you, it just looked he was in a very bad mood. perhaps because you spent too much time in the hot springs this evening than he would've liked? you truly had no idea. " excuse me? "
his brow arched, " out. you're not allowed in our chambers like that. hasn't uraume told you? i expect they would without fail. perhaps my request fell upon deaf ears. "
uraume had came to your session in the hot springs passing on a message, something about what sukuna expects from you in your shared abode. the steam from the heated water you soaked in was much too tranquil for you to pay any mind to his request, dismissing uraume with a simple ' mhm. ' now you pay the price. " i won't repeat myself. "
" my lord, surely it doesn't call for this? just tell me what you ask of me, " in secrecy, you think your husband liked to hear you beg like this. with normal conversation, you wouldn't have to pry context from his stubborn mouth. or mouths... rather. " plus, would it not be a better idea to tell your wife your needs up front? " to suggest him something could end two ways; rarely going well.
he seemed to bite his cheek briefly, the way it dented and his jaw shifted. his eyes remained narrowed at you, but the scowl softened. had he not have a knack for making you beg, he wouldn't be slightly entertained. " i want us both naked, whenever we unite in our chambers past sundown. " he saw your eyes widen and your mouth begin to open in protest, "you're already striking a nerve of mine, wife. tread lightly."
you took a deep breath, surpressing your emotion in your tone the best you could manage. " ... naked? "
his expression barely shifts, relaxing his brows slightly. " is there still an issue with your ears, or is this merely your lack of comprehensive ability?" he began to close the distance between you two, eyeing the robe around your body with disgust. " it's a simple request. "
" a very intimate request. "
his eyes flickered with offense, " intimate? we are wed, bound to each other for life. there should be no issue with sharing our bodies freely and embrace our nudity in such a private space. " he leaned in, his voice lowering to a purr. " furthermore, i find your modesty annoying. this is hardly a crime. are you objecting? "
you weren't opposed, no, not at all. simply surprised. you remember reading his poetry that he tried to hide from you, and in some, it discussed the beauty and purity of the human body. to want to share that beauty is something he found admirable and a form of art.
" no... never. " that pleased him, his expression softened for the majority. you found yourself wrapped in four large arms and pulled back against his chest, the silent worry of the mouth on his stomach biting or licking you at any second.
