plus size, nerdy, black fem!reader, public activities/exhibitionism, reader wears a plug, oral + car sex, fingering, anal, other themes
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it was a place you frequented often..finding it to be your safe haven and place of solace. Aisles and aisles of literature with every genre imaginable..from novels chocked full of fantasy, mystery and romance that you could immerse yourself into as a means to escape reality to the comics and manga that had you working extra hours just so you could scoop up the next volume or two. Visiting every couple of weeks or so, but you’d never imagine that your best friend..with a few extra benefits and fellow nerd would be traipsing behind you, scouring the shelves to add to his own collection.
“Thank you for coming with me, Ony. I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to.”
“You playing right? Of course imma come with you..besides, I could never get my homeboys to go with me so it works out perfectly.”
you’d frolic about in your white flowing sundress with the pink carnations enmeshed in the pattern as this tall man with the stocky build, wire framed glasses and a tapered fade followed suit. He’d decided on grey sweats, black and white Dunks with a plain white tee and a silver necklace thrown around his neck for his ensemble..one thing was for certain: the two of you looked like polar opposites and he definitely didn’t fit the bill for being the absolute geek he was; that much apparent by the glares from the store clerks who recognized you. Little did they know this man would rattle their ear off about his fifty model airplane builds, all his knowledge about piloting, his love of space and buy out their entire stock of Star Wars and DC merchandise if he laid eyes on it. He got so excited when it came to his special interests and you thought it was adorable.
“Aye, look. They got the new volumes. We should both get a copy.” “Ony, look. This is the book I was telling you about, I think you’ll really like it, it’s up your alley.”
the two of you were like little kids running about through a store full of sugary delicacies. Excited and thrilled to be sharing your love of literature with one another. You’d grab various pieces that piqued your interest before retreating to the in house coffee shop for a seat and an iced refresher. Having stolen glances of your figure as he trailed behind you all day, Ony became increasingly flustered when seeing your pretty face, surrounded by those tufted curls and donned with that gorgeous smile..covering it up with the spine of the book.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Because I like beautiful things, ‘can't help myself....”
complimenting your outfit, telling you how cute you looked in those round glasses. Teasing you relentlessly until you felt as if you were going to implode. Honestly, if anyone had said that a man as handsome as Onyakopon would be sitting across from you, fanning out over comics and being equally as infatuated with you, you’d call them a liar. But alas, here you were…it only made matters worse when he’d ask to see your piece of literature and after a few seconds of resistance, he’d grasp it and find himself greeted with quite the spicy excerpt. It was a black erotic fantasy novel by an author you’d followed for years. Many nights you sat in your room, immersed in her descriptive, detailed stories. This one in particular was about a young witch from a long bloodline of renowned practitioners who falls for the rival warlock and in this scene in particular, the two are engaging in a rather salacious exchange..in the public eye! Something that was admittedly so, a fantasy of your own. When Ony began to scan the pages, you could see his very visible reaction.
“Oh shit..so this is what we’re doing now? I see you, (y/n).” Causing you to immediately fluster in response! With haste, you’d snatch it back and attempt to cover your face in shame.
“Ignore that, I was just checking something!” but the damage was done..the seed had become deeply imbued in your boy toy’s brain and for the rest of the afternoon, it was all that would be occupying his mind…
“Yeah alright, I believe you. ‘You ready to go look some more?”
honestly, you’d do anything to ease the very blatant awkward tension. So you’d nod and the two of you would proceed to scan various aisles, scouring each section; omitting the children’s one until you’d successfully perused the entire store. By the end of it, you each had been left with a stack full of literature that had managed to fill up your hand baskets. Greeted by an overly bubbly cashier; resembling yourself with just a lighter skin tone, (y/n) went first and exchanged pleasantries with the young woman. As she’d scan your items, you’d find yourself engaging in a full blown conversation about your diverse selection. You’d talk about the various manga and how much you’d accumulated over the years. Then she’d catch a glimpse of the aforementioned novel that had spurred controversy.
Meanwhile, Ony couldn’t help but steal glances of you…his eyes just barely wavering so as to not draw too much attention but he couldn’t help himself. Admiring the curvature of your body…the way you looked in that dress was conjuring up thoughts he’d never thought possible. It was so innocuous but yet, revealed just enough to get his mind..and other organs racing. Not to mention your very visible reaction to that little excerpt he’d catch a peek of. But the best surprise was yet to come. Because once he finished paying for his things and the two of you gave a farewell to the cashier and store itself, you’d be greeted with quite a nasty storm waiting on the outside. Heavy rain droplets, thunder and lighting all filled the atmosphere and needless to say, neither of you were prepared. You’d heard rumblings earlier but it seemed that you two had been in there so long, it snuck up unexpectedly.
“You wait here and I’ll go pull the car around.”
It was his first instinct in that moment to protect you and as sweet as you found the gesture, it was also pointless. There was no need in him making the extra steps and you’d both end up soaked regardless.
“You don’t have to do that, I’ll be fine. Let’s just make sure our two hundred bucks doesn’t go down the drain.” Referring to the copious amounts of literature you’d just obtained and it truly would be disheartening to watch it all become water logged.
For safety reasons, you’d reach down and remove your sandals, curling them around two of your fingers. You’d hook arms and clutch the hooks to your chests, ensuring they were covered as best as possible. Together, the two of you would brace the tough terrain, sprinting towards the vehicle. It was almost kind of fun and romantic, despite the chilling rain pouring over your skin. Even so, you guys would reach your destination and promptly enter the safety of the four door sedan. Figuring it’d be a little more spacious than his two seater sports car but he didn’t mind driving so that you could get a rest; as you had to travel a lot for work.
“Oh my gosh, that rain is freezing! I really wish I had brought my jacket in or something…now my dress is all soaked—“
Amidst your rambling, Ony’s eyes had once again resurfaced back to your frame. This time, fixating on said dress…looking at how tightly it clung to your body. Specifically your breasts and how those nipples poked through the material. They were all such lewd and inappropriate thoughts but he certainly could not deny the fact that you stirred up those feelings for him.
“I’m sorry, I’m just ranting…here, let me look in the back and see if there are some spare clothes. I’m sure I have something.”
“Nah, you good, baby. I’m sure it’ll stop soon—“ but before he could halt you, you were already crawling to the back as you’d spotted a pair of jeans, a tank top and some sweats and a t-shirt he could slip into. Not to mention, it didn’t seem there were any signs of the rain slowing down and there was no need for you guys to sit in wet clothing. He’d turn on the car and shift it over the heat to provide warmth.
“Doesn’t look like it’s going to let up, we might as well get comfortable.”
And comfortable would be an understatement! Because he’d take it as an opportunity to make his move. If for nothing else, to get you all flustered and bothered, in hopes of some action for later on. As you’d make your way to the spacious rear, he’d follow suit, causing the car to rock a little.
“Yeah…by comfortable, you mean get naked, right?”
“That is not what I meant, you pervert. I was just saying..”
And before long, you’d find him tickling you and eventually, it’d end in a makeshift makeout session…tousling around in the back and naturally, him teasing you throughout the whole ordeal. Suckling on your tongue and mimicking your tone as his hands ventured all over your frame…helping to remove those damp fabrics. But just as he began to work you out of it, you’d squirm and giggle, pressing your palms against his chest. Not that you didn’t want this moment to transpire and you weren’t feeling him….however, there was a bit of a secret that you had been harboring all day..
“And what were you saying? Hmm? What you tryna’ say?—“
Finally rendering you nude; tugging those panties off with his teeth, Ony would part your thighs to move in between them and of course, catch a glimpse of that sweet center he’d been craving all day long. But it was what you had just a few inches lower that would take him by surprise.
“Oh shit…
Just between those plump asscheeks, resided a metal plug, decorated with a blue jewel in the center. You’d been waiting all day to get him home and reveal the secret but this worked just fine as well! The inspiration behind it? The very book you were just discussing. Because in one of the chapters, the rival warlock forces the witch to wear various toys underneath her clothes to a village party…with an anal plug being one of them so that he could ‘train’ her. Eventually, after teasing her with a controlled vibrator from across the room and all but forcing her to drop to her knees in the middle of the floor, he rewarded her good behavior and ‘participation’ by fucking her senseless in one of the rooms at the manor at which it was being hosted. He’d perform anal sex on the witch for the first time that had her frightened to begin with and by the end, left her mind blank and the sheets splattered with her cum. She’d go from pleading for him to not to thanking him for every thrust and hitting spots she didn’t even know were possible.
“Don’t be shy now…spread those legs f’r me, baby. We not gon’ act like we ain’t see that.”
Cackling as he ran his hands up the backs of your thighs, Ony heavily sucked his teeth with a mouthy groan…ingesting the sight and becoming instantly aroused. That much shown by the tent in his boxers.
“It was supposed to be a surprise for later….but you caught me.” With your knees curled up to your chest and legs parted, you’d shamelessly toy with your clit right in front of him. Squeezing those plump breasts and pinching your stiffened nipples, (y/n) would tease those folds, stirring up the slick and emitting those soft, adorable moans he loved so much.
“Well I ain’t mad about it…I just didn’t know you’d be into some freaky shit like this. Matter of fact…lean up f’r me. I got you..”
Taking his hand, you’d get adjusted in the seat until those legs were parted to each side and he was beside you. Tugging down the remainder of his bottoms, Ony would unveil that thick, veiny cock that had been throbbing since he’d first laid eyes on you today.
“..got my shit all hard, baby. I’ve been wanting your pretty ass all day. You have no idea…”
He could barely be sated as is. But when you’d reach over to grasp his shaft, stroking it with that cheeky grin on your face, he nearly lost his mind.
“Yeah? Then tell me…tell me how bad you want me..” taking the reins for once; displaying just how vehemently horny you were for your man to be. (Y/N) lowered your head and began teasing that tip…wrapping those lips around it and eventually bobbing up and down on that shaft. Coating the thick, dark member in saliva as he tossed his head back against the seat. Those guttural, deep moans sounding so sexy…
“Oh fuck…I want you so bad, baby…want you to eat my fucking dick up..wanna fuck that pretty asshole..make you come—” barely able to guide you along. But you needed no help whatsoever. Placing those hands on his thighs, you’d begin to engulf him whole; taking a solid five inches into your mouth at once. The sounds of you choking on his cock only serve to arouse you even more. Meanwhile, he’d spot those fingers working in and out of that wet cunt and decide to take it over…
“Let me finger this lil’ wet pussy…know that shit so tight..”
Shoving those much thicker digits in, he’d aid you whilst devouring him whole. Which in turn, only made you even more salacious. The way your lips suctioned around his dick and that tip hit the back of your throat, Ony knew he was in for both a treat and some serious trouble. You wouldn’t let up until his legs were trembling and he exploded inside of your mouth.
However, he had a different set of plans and suddenly, you’d find your hair tangled in the grip of his fingertips. Tugging you up gently, he’d shove his tongue into you mouth for a savory kiss…tasting both of your remnants. Followed shortly after by his fingers being glided down your throat until you slightly gagged for him. Which left you both with smiles on your face.
“You so sexy…and freaky. I love you.”
“I love you too…now fuck me..please.”
Panting like a starved feign, practically drooling to feel him inside of you. Ony naturally obliged and helped you adjust until you were planted on all fours and ready for him.
“That’s it, arch that back f’r me, baby.” Encouraging as his strong hands glided up the curvature of your spine and eventually back down to those plump cheeks; brandishing each of them with a smack. Slowly, he’d spread them apart and eventually revealing that metal plug fully. You were pulsating, that tight entrance suctioning around the far end and once he began to slowly tug it out, you’d find yourself whimpering and moaning. He’d glance down a little further to see that your cunt was glistening as a result of that stimulation all day.
“Yeah…you ready f’r me. Spread that ass…hold it open.” Becoming a little more firm in his commands as he prepared to glide in. Gripping the base of his shaft, Ony stroked himself a few times before providing you a little more lubrication with a glob of saliva and his thumb momentarily, working those compact muscles.
(Y/N) let out a soft whimper, cursing under your breath from the pleasure…alas, that was only the beginning. Because once he was done, he’d make the transition into becoming one with your body. Truth be told, you both were a little nervous…it wasn’t the first time you two had done these sorts of activities but it certainly had been quite a while. However, lust, hormones, pure love and the sheer heat of the moment had caused you to make a decision to spice things up. And Ony was more than willing to participate in the antics! After a few seconds, he’d grasp your waist and pull you towards him. Eventually, that tip would prod into that warm hole and before you knew it, you were three inches full of his fat dick.
“Oh…fuck! You’re so tight…feels too fucking good.”
Unable to concoct a full sentence, Ony would suck his teeth and huff as he made home inside of you…that wet flesh clutching around him for dear life. Meanwhile, you’d grasp the door handle for leverage and allow him more room to maneuver. He’d start with a few gentle strokes, pushing in ever so slightly as to not hurt you. But he didn’t want to tease you too much as he could tell that you were overly aroused at this point; drooling from all of your orifices. Once he made it to his third one, you’d feel his hand come down once more with a forceful slap against your ass and soon, he was hitting his stride.
“Yeah…that’s it…take that dick, beautiful. Take that fucking dick…”
His deep drawl ringing out in your ear as those strokes grew a little more fast paced.
“Fuck! Yes, give it to me, Ony. You’re making me feel so good!”
Whimpering and crying in that sexy little tone he loved so much. The feeling of those heavy balls slapping against that clit in tandem only increasing the pleasure. Eventually, you’d begin to meet his thrusts, letting that round backside ricochet off of him.
“Mmhm…yeah I know, baby. I’m digging that lil’ ass out, ain’t I? Got you creaming all over my shit..”
“Yesss, daddy. Fuck…oh my God, you’re gonna make me come.”
which was all of the motivation he needed to keep drilling into that entrance. He barely lasted anytime in your pussy but this was by far even harder and Ony wasn’t certain if he could take anymore. But he’d keep pushing through…especially when you’d continue egging him on with those sweet whimpers and adorable moans; telling him how amazing he felt and how good he was fucking you. Those loud, wet sounds and the collision of flesh filling the car. All either of you could do was thank the heavens that it was still raining cats and dogs outside, which served as a makeshift partition to your lascivious activities.
As your eyes began to trail to the back of your head, he’d reach around and grasp your throat; lobbing spit into your mouth once again..
“Kiss me..”
Desperately begging in succession as he sloppily slathered you in pecks. The two of you clinging onto one another as if you couldn’t breathe without the other. Eventually, you’d feel that knot sweeping up in your belly and without warning, you’d explode all over him; releasing a rain of squirt onto the seat. “Oh shit!”
“That’s what I’m talm’ bout, make a fucking mess..” but eventually, he’d find himself right behind you, mirroring the same sentiments.
“…I’m bout to come, baby. Swear to God, imma bust a nut in this lil’ ass. Can I nut in it? You gon’ let me?..”
Begging like a man unhinged and desperate to breed you. And naturally, you’d have no other answer than to grant his wish.
“Yeah! Please—come in me, come in this ass!”
Reaching back to pull him in closer. Unable to maintain his composure, Ony made those last few thrusts count with rapid speed before pausing and emptying every drop of his seed into your body.
“Fuuuuck! Fuck…I love you!” Finding himself curled over onto your frame.
“I love you too, Ony. I love you so fucking much.”
Smiling as your faces met once more. As you both came down from those highs, he’d examine the aftermath around you both and begin to laugh.
“You know what? I’m never going out with you again. You ain’t nothing but trouble…”
“Yeah, I doubt that. You know I’m worth every bit of it.”
And of course, he was inclined to agree. Placing a kiss atop your forehead as confirmation.
“Damn straight…I ain’t never coming up off of you.”
This was certainly a trip to your favorite destination neither of you would ever forget!
it’s one of those days in the villa where there’s nothing to do. just the beaming hot sun and attractive people all under one building… if anything, you mostly enjoy watching production behind the scenes. fixing cameras, changing lenses and one of your girls getting her mic fixed in the corner.
some of the boys are playing with the gym equipment, the girls standing in the pools chatting. a few couples have gone off to chat and so have you.
you sit cross legged on the day bed, opposite possibly one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in real life. is it normal to meet someone and immediately want to jump them? to wonder how their lips would feel against yours and their hard toned chest against your softer one.
he lays beside you, thick bicep propping his head up on the pillow so he can see you properly. you recoupled with katsuki last night, drawn in by his pretty red eyes and the few flirtatious conversations you had previously. well mostly the blunt compliments and slight nervousness from him, that easily got you giddy and running your finger down his arm. you want to know more, you especially want to know if he’s boyfriend material.
you scoot closer to him so your knee is touching his side and you can flatten your hand on his collarbone. you watch as his breath hitches at your touch, his eyes staying on your face and not dropping to the tiny piece of fabric between your thighs or your chest.
“i wanna know more about you,” you say, lifting up his black lenses sunglasses off his nose bridge just to check he’s looking at you. he is. two shiny rubies glittering. then you drop the glasses back onto his nose.
you feel his whole body hum, “can say the same about you.”
bakugou is brave when he places a hand on your bare thigh. your eyes widen just a smidge before biting down on your lip. fuck, it is way too early to feel this much sexual tension. you want to drag him into the hideaway and push him down onto the mattress.
politely, you take your hand off his collarbone and his hand off your thigh. “sorry, i can’t think straight with the touching,” you blink a few times like you’re clearing your head, adjusting your posture and stretching your fingers, “i’m serious. i wanna know about your family, your friends on the outside. what’s your usual morning routine… what’s the day in the life with katsuki. what about your last name?”
apparently, you don’t need to have him touch you to feel aroused, his smile can do it for you. the corners of his lips reach up, revealing bright white straight teeth and a gold tooth on his canine. how’d be get that? why? you need to know everything. he adjusts the waistband of his black swim trunks.
“fuck, you’re adorable. one by one, yeah? and then you answer the same question.” his hands are back on his own chest, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch you. even the urge to look between your legs, your cute thighs and that tiny strip of fabric hiding nothing.
you nod, adjusting your hair because you want to look perfect in front of him even though he’s seen how you look when you wake up.
“i usually go to the gym every morning.”
your face scrunches. unimpressed, confused, icked out… katsuki doesn’t get it.
he frowns back at you, “what’s wrong with that?”
“every morning?”
“yeah, gotta stay ready for my work. part of my routine.”
you pout, looking away. you don’t mean to but you run the tip of your finger down the vein in his forearm.
“i need cuddles in the morning if i’m waking up beside my man. i’d hate waking up beside an empty spot all the time in a relationship.”
bakugou lets every word sink into his skin like the sunscreen he slapped on earlier.
“i’d adjust for my girlfriend.” in other words he’d adjust for you. “i’d probably wanna do a lil more than cuddle in the mornin’.” if i woke up beside you.
that gets you staring at his lips. pink and in a small smirk. he has to be an eater. you want to run your tongue along the scar on his cheek. feel his hands back on your body.
“that’s good to know, katsuki. really good to know.”
you’re trying to be serious but the giggles spill out of you faster than you can catch.
“is it too early to say i’ve never felt tension like this before? if we weren’t in here….,” you trail off, you know exactly what you want to say.
“no i get it. fuckin’ magnetic,” then he wipes under his nose. he’s eager for any piece of you you’re willing to give. if it’s a touch, a thought, a look. anything. “if we weren’t here what?”
he’s so naturally flirtatious. you don’t think he even means to be. he’s cutely bad at eye contact sometimes, like your presence overwhelms him. then other times, like when it’s just you and him, it feels you’re the only one in the villa, actually the whole planet.
you lean in closer to his face, nose to nose, “i’m not telling you yet.” then you’re back sitting up straight.
“fine, princess. what’s your morning like?”
“well, mr pro hero, i always wanna be in bed as long as possible. cuddles in bed, morning sex, breakfast in bed, some shitty tv. on the weekend at least.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, “just the weekend? we can stretch that midweek too, i think.”
you’re trying to hide your smile, biting it down, “and then after i’m happy and fed, you can do whatever you do in the gym.”
“fucked and fed.”
you slap his arm, “katsuki!”
he grabs your hand in the air and shrugs his shoulders. then sweetest, he loops his fingers with yours, “‘m not wrong.”
it’s the demons that push you to ask your next question. you’re supposed to find out about his family, his background, there’s so many questions you can ask about his job.
“what’s your favourite position?”
you wish you were wearing sunglasses right now, so you can subtly stare at his abdomen and all the scars that run over it.
bakugou’s laugh is short and huffy, like he wasn’t expecting that question but he’ll entertain you with an answer.
“i hope you know that even though i’ve never had a girlfriend, it doesn’t mean i fuck around.”
ah yes. this gorgeous prohero has never been locked down. it’s a fact he said a few days ago at the firepit. you’re not sure whether to take it as a red flag or not.
you’ve got no reason to assume he’s lying to you yet so you nod.
“okay! now answer me.”
he squeezes your hand in his, now resting your hands on his stomach. katsuki’s really thinking about this question, scrunching his nose and then releasing.
“this isn’t a cop out, but i love missionary where i have my partner folded,” then he flickers his gaze over to you, “y’know. like her knees to her ears. get to see her face and go deep.”
fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck.
“that’s like equally romantic, equally dirty.” you’re so turned on you hope it isn’t obvious. has anyone gone to the hideaway during the day?
bakugou shrugs. he wonders how you’d sound moaning his name. “i like knowin’ for sure i’m makin’ them feel good. tell me yours.”
with your other hand, you can’t help it, you’re back to drawing shapes on his chest. his other hand is back on your thigh, “i like when the guy is sitting and i’m sitting on top of him. the lotus position? that one is insane.”
“you’re just like me. you love some eye contact and feelin’ it deep, huh?”
you’re smiling at him, “and we can kiss while i cockwarm you.”
you both never realise when you switch to making it personal. like you know someday in the future you both will be doing this.
“cockwarm?” he pushes his sunglasses up his nose. squeezes your thigh.
“if your dick was inside me but not moving or thrusting. thats cockwarming.”
bakugou stares at your lips when you talk, how they curl and go into o shapes.
“oh fuck,” he breathes, tapping your thigh with two fingers, “yeah, that’s sexy.”
“hm,” you mumble, adjusting to now lay slightly on top of him. you stretch your legs out beside his, your arm across his chest and your head just under his.
there’s a few seconds of silence, choosing what’s the best decision to take next that doesn’t include having sex with you somewhere.
“we gotta talk about somethin’ else before i drag you into that fuckin’ hideaway at god knows what time it is.” he grunts, pulling at his shorts and adjusting his body on the bed. katsuki pulls off his sunglasses to rub a palm down his face.
“okay, okay!” you perch your head on his chest and his hand drifts down to your lower back. “when did you move here? you grew up in japan, right?”
he leaves his glasses off now, “yeah i did, i moved here about five years ago? i live in the south now.”
“i live near there too! about an hour drive,” something in common. “so, you must know some japanese.”
he chuckles and you feel his body shake under you, “it’s my native language so i know pretty much everythin’, babe.”
katsuki’s fascinated at how easy this is with you. that apparently it just took him to go in a dating show to find a woman he wants to keep forever.
you sit up on his chest slightly, tits now in his face and lips so reachable. his cock aches just a little.
“say something.”
“what should i say?”
“anything.”
bakugou thinks for a seconds then grins. he says a sentence and you only recognise one word.
“matcha? did you say matcha?” you pout, “you sound so sexy.”
you didn’t think he could get sexier. his voice is deeper in japanese, heck, it’s husky and intimate.
“i did,” he says in english, “any guesses?”
“something about me with my matcha?”
“close. i said ‘you want head first, matcha second in the morning’.”
you burst into giggles at that, your forehead flopping onto his shoulder. bakugou feels his heart swell at making you laugh.
“you’re so stupid,” you grin, “i know how to say hello and thank you.”
nearly everybody knows how to say that in japanese but bakugou thinks you’re incredibly cute. especially because you look so proud at your knowledge.
“go on then.”
“konnichiwa ! and arigato !”
bakugou thinks he’s going to die. especially, when he doesn’t say a word and your smile slowly drops into confusion.
“was that wrong? did i pronounce those wrong?”
“no, no, no. you’re perfect, just real fuckin’ cute, baby.”
“okay, good. arigato katsuki!”
“no problem, princess. now tell me about your family. who do i have to look out for?”
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LUFFY likes to eat. He’s known for his insatiable appetite and being the first one seated at the dinner table. But what the crew doesn’t know is that above meat, your pussy is his favorite meal.
He can stay slotted between your heat for hours- he has. Multiple times. And he will not stop until his jaw locks or you yank him off of you. He can’t help it! You just taste so sweet!
LUFFY is relentless. He eats with the same savagery as he does during meal times. His lips latch onto your clit sucking hard and fast, tongue flicking against the bud before thrusting it inside you.
He fucked you with his tongue as his nose rubs against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your orgasm came crashing into you like a freight train, cutting off your thoughts (if you had any) and the function of your limbs.
LUFFY removed your hand pushing his head into your cunt to take off his hat and put it on you. He grinned at the sight before diving back in.
LUFFY likes to eat. He’s known for his insatiable appetite and being the first one seated at the dinner table. But what the crew doesn’t know is that above meat, your pussy is his favorite meal.
He can stay slotted between your heat for hours- he has. Multiple times. And he will not stop until his jaw locks or you yank him off of you. He can’t help it! You just taste so sweet!
LUFFY is relentless. He eats with the same savagery as he does during meal times. His lips latch onto your clit sucking hard and fast, tongue flicking against the bud before thrusting it inside you.
He fucked you with his tongue as his nose rubs against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your orgasm came crashing into you like a freight train, cutting off your thoughts (if you had any) and the function of your limbs.
LUFFY removed your hand pushing his head into your cunt to take off his hat and put it on you. He grinned at the sight before diving back in.
LUFFY likes to eat. He’s known for his insatiable appetite and being the first one seated at the dinner table. But what the crew doesn’t know is that above meat, your pussy is his favorite meal.
He can stay slotted between your heat for hours- he has. Multiple times. And he will not stop until his jaw locks or you yank him off of you. He can’t help it! You just taste so sweet!
LUFFY is relentless. He eats with the same savagery as he does during meal times. His lips latch onto your clit sucking hard and fast, tongue flicking against the bud before thrusting it inside you.
He fucked you with his tongue as his nose rubs against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your orgasm came crashing into you like a freight train, cutting off your thoughts (if you had any) and the function of your limbs.
LUFFY removed your hand pushing his head into your cunt to take off his hat and put it on you. He grinned at the sight before diving back in.
PU$$Y GOT MORE M⛧RDERS THAN SHIBUYA.ᐟ
𝐌⛧𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑#𝟕 — 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢
⛧ 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡: nov 30th, 10:37pm
⛧ 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡: garters + assistant manager! reader + pleasure dom! higuruma+ cunnalingus + fingering + office sex + overworked!higuruma + creampie + shower sex + squirting + use of squirt as coffee creamer + public sex + standing sex + fluff + higuruma courts you like an old man jdfbhsdb + higuruma folds you like a pancake + reader is a bit delulu and spirals lol.
⛧ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬: 6390 (~4.5K of it is pure smut lol)
𝐚𝐧: sorry this took so long! i ended up changing the theme a bit on this one cause using the same got so boring to me after a while, ya know? i dont think ill do that again for a series if its not the same story. art creds: both @/reaperpie
𝐧𝐧𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
If this goes on any longer, you're going to have to apply for flood insurance.
For your panties.
And for what? Simply standing beside Higuruma?
Yup, that'll do it.
Mere proximity to the man who once had you bent over the very desk he's chained to now.
You busy yourself at the file cabinet, fighting to keep your breathing even. But it doesn't stop your eyes from drifting to him—his pen moving and brow furrowed while fully consumed in drafting a judgment entry.
He won. Well, the case got dismissed.
Same difference.
You're just relieved it's finally over.
It's been over a month since this case consumed him and consequently also over a month since you last had his fingers buried inside you.
Shit.
You can still feel the phantom strokes of them curling deep enough to rearrange your guts and dragging out moans you didn't know could be made in pleasure. "There. Right there, babydoll. Let it all go for me."
And you did—skirt bunched, stockings torn and your slick dripping down his hand onto cuffs he hadn't bothered to roll back—
"Grab me the folder with the October 3rd case files, please, dear."
Higuruma's request snaps you out of your daydreams—body jerking as heat burns your cheeks.
"O-Of course!"
You know exactly where to go, at least. Every misplaced document, every obscure reference—you've long since mapped the chaos of Higuruma Hiromi's filing system.
Locating the folder within seconds, the brief contact of his fingers grazing yours as you hand it over makes you clench.
"Thank you, doll."
Higuruma doesn't look up, his eyes are already scanning the document. Clearly your touch doesn't stir anything in him.
Right.
You get it. You do.
It's not cruelty—just a single-minded determination from a habitually overworked and underfucked attorney moonlighting as a sorcerer.
Higuruma is well practiced in putting his own needs to the side for others, his entire life has been dedicated to it—you can't bear to fault him for that.
So you retreat. Back to the sofa in the corner of his office, the sting tucked behind a tired smile. Higuruma isn't the only one who knows how to compartmentalize.
Still, the thought lingers—is there even a point in staying?
He doesn't need you. Not really.
Higuruma managed for years as a public defender before the Culling Games. He's more than capable of grabbing his own files.
Besides, it's not like the jujutsu higher-ups assigned you here for your legal expertise. The "Executive Legal Assistant" line is just civilian window dressing— a polite way of saying leash.
Your real title? Assistant Manager of Jujutsu Tech.
A handler for a newly ranked special-grade sorcerer too stubborn to give up his day job entirely.
Higuruma compromised just enough to move to private practice, but still takes most cases pro bono after a reduced retainer.
He knows exactly why you're here—and he's never once made you feel lesser for it.
Which makes the guilt so much worse. He's buried in this case: a scholarship kid bullied into a false confession, parents who scraped together everything for his retainer.
Meanwhile, you're sulking because he won't touch you.
God, his noble to a fault principles make you damn near feral though.
Pouting from your spot on the sofa, you steal another glance at Higuruma.
You decided long ago it's enormously unfair for a man to wear exhaustion as well as he does. The warm glow of the desk lamp traces his profile—his sharp nose, strong jaw, the thick column of his throat and the strain visibly knotted across his broad shoulders.
The same coiled tension he'd carried that night a month ago that obliterated all lines of professionalism.
It’d been straight off a mission. Higuruma dealt with dual first-grade curses, nasty work—and then went right back to his desk. But he was wound too tight and although determined to finish his work, could not keep his fingers from digging into the crook of his neck.
When you offered to help him, you were only being considerate.
A friendly massage. Honestly, that's all it was.
Higuruma even tried to refuse you but one firm press into his stiff muscles and he groaned. The sound was purely guttural, vibrating through your palms and straight to your cunt.
Immediately all protests silenced as his head drooped forward, breath going ragged. His grunts continued and by the time you fully worked out the second knot, you were dripping.
It took everything in you to steady your hands, to hide how much his pleasure was affecting you. But then you slipped—and a soft, needy sound fumbled out of you, impossible to swallow back. Your breath fanned warm across his neck, scattering goosebumps along his nape.
Everything after that blurred together.
His hands hauling you into his lap.
His mouth devouring yours.
The expensive oak desk slamming against the wall as he drove into you like a man possessed, your name caught between his teeth like a prayer.
You don't remember how it ended—only that eventually, Higuruma untangled himself from you and led you wordlessly to the private shower attached to his office.
One of the few perks of private practice he'd actually come to appreciate.
He washed you with reverence—slow, thorough, like you were something precious. And then he ruined that image entirely by dropping to his knees and lewdly slurping his cum out of your cunt like it was his last meal. Nose buried in your clit, tongue pushing deep, water pouring down his face. He was half-drowning—between the shower and your squirt—and couldn't have cared less.
Legs like goo, you still don't know how you remained standing through it all.
You were still catching your breath as you toweled off when he murmured something about feeding you, fingers tracing your hip.
Twenty minutes later: you were at an all-night izakaya, just the two of you.
Your first date, technically. Confirmed by the way he slid into the booth beside you instead of across—his hand finding your thigh like it belonged there. It never left. Only crept higher, fingertips ghosting over your clit through thin silk while you pretended to study the menu.
The owner lingered too long taking your order, teasing you for something as plain as eggs and furikake rice, his tone edging toward flirtation as he challenged if your date was too cheap to buy you a real meal. You stumbled over your defense of Higuruma as Higuruma's knuckle replaced his fingertips, grinding against your clit.
That's when you learned how possessive Higuruma Hiromi could be.
"That man is testing my patience," Higuruma murmured the second the owner turned away. His mouth barely moved against your ear, voice terrifyingly calm, knuckle still working slow circles through your folds. "Should I sit you right here in my lap? Let him watch you come undone, doll, hm?"
You were already plenty undone though—your slick leaking onto beat-up vinyl seat. “Don’t worry, I won’t. This noisy girl attracts too much unnecessary attention—” Higuruma leans forward to shield you from view as more patrons walk in “—we don’t need a public indecency charge, hm?”
He wasn't wrong. The slick click-click of your pussy squelches were already obscene—a few patrons' eyes flickered around, searching for the source—and it only got louder as he nudged past the lace, stroking you wider, fingertip dipping teasingly into your core.
“H-Hiro…”
With a sly quirk of his lip, he pulls back, reaching casually for his coffee before slipping the mug under the table.
“Alright, alright. At least allow me some of your cream for my coffee as a consolation, dear.”
He paid, of course. You tried to protest, but it's hard to argue when you can barely stand—legs still trembling from an hour of relentless teasing.
He'd ordered three cups of coffee total. Every single one required a fresh dollop of your cream.
By the time you reached his condo, you needed him desperately again. Engine off, keys still in the ignition—you climbed into the backseat and sank onto his cock. You rode him until dawn crept through the fogged glass and your legs gave out.
He invited you to stay but you were possibly in enough trouble already if your family noticed you hadn’t returned. Working late was understandable—but there’d be hell if you missed breakfast without prior notice.
That was a Saturday.
Come Monday, this case landed on his desk, and he hadn't touched you since.
Instead?
Fresh flowers rotating through the vase on your desk.
The occasional delivery of white strawberries.
Macarons from the French bakery Higuruma pretended to overbuy when you knew he only bought them for you.
The closest to real intimacy you got all month were stolen moments where he’d sweep your hand into his, lips brushing your knuckles when he was certain no one else could see.
Sure these breadcrumbs were enough to keep you hoping but not nearly enough to keep you sane.
Who the hell courts you like a Regency novel heroine—after you’ve already spent a night all over each other fucking like rabbits?!
You don't think even Elizabeth Bennet suffered this kind of agonizing tension—she certainly didn't have the memory of Mr. Darcy's tongue swirling in her cunt to keep her up at night.
But what could you do? You couldn't seem needy or immature—not to a man a decade your senior. Not if you wanted this to mean something.
You were doing fine. Keeping it together. Right up until last week.
Junior lawyers crowded the watercooler, loud and willfully oblivious to the fact that women also use the break room—braying about No Nut November like overgrown frat boys comparing notes. You kept your back to them, cursing the espresso machine to hurry the hell up.
Relief flooded you when Higuruma appeared in the doorway.
Finally, an escape.
Then he opened his mouth.
"Some of us don't find distractions quite so difficult to set aside when the work matters." His gaze swept over them. "I'd recommend you develop the same discipline, gentlemen."
Distractions.
You'd previously told yourself this case had forced you both into accidental celibacy. No Nut November participants by circumstance, not choice. But the way he'd said it—distractions—so cool, so clinical, like sexual urges were just clutter to tidy away.
You'd think a man who fucked you that desperately would be crawling back for more?!
But he hadn't.
And that distance made you wonder if you'd gotten it all wrong. Maybe the gifts weren't courtship—just consideration. The polite gestures of a man who'd used you and wanted to keep things friendly on the rare occasion he needed an indulgence.
Like a work wife with benefits.
The fact the office cleared out hours ago and he’s hardly looked at you for more than a few seconds convinces you of this more and more, the thoughts spiraling as—
"You know I hate to keep you late." The words yank you out of your head. Right. You're still here. He's still here. "If you need to leave, dove, I can manage."
Your stomach drops. Higuruma asked you to stay tonight, so you thought maybe—
"No, I'm fine. Really." Unconvincing, even to yourself.
"Mm." He nods—eyes already back on his files.
Dismissed in a syllable.
Trying to push aside the hurt, the files in your lap blur as you pretend to read them, legs crossing and uncrossing, the leather groaning beneath your restless shifting. Now on top of everything else, your feet are screaming—new stilettos, three inches higher than normal.
You'd dressed to kill all month hoping a part of him would be superficial enough notice.
Wincing, your arches are aching from your red-bottoms. You're starting to suspect it's less about the lacquer and more about the crime scene your heels will leave behind if your arches just so happen to split in two. Still, they make your legs look sinful—and you'll plead guilty to first-degree pick me-ism if it gets Higuruma to look up from his goddamn papers for more than a minute.
"Take them off.”
Flustered, your eyes snap up to see Higuruma appraising you over the document in his hands.
When did he start watching you again?
"Your shoes, dove."
Higuruma follows up when you don’t respond, faint amusement lingering on his words.
"It's fine, really—" You wave off his concern, gesturing vaguely at your feet. "They're still new. Haven't broken them in quite yet."
"You've been wincing for the last twenty minutes." Higuruma’s voice is firm but not unkind as he regards you. His eyes linger on your legs long enough for you to notice this time.
"Take them off."
"I don't want to be unprofessional—"
"It's nearly midnight." The corner of his mouth twitches a sly smile. "And…I think we're well past professional civilities, don't you?"
Are we?
You swallow the retort as Higuruma examines another folder on his desk. Part of you wants to be a big brat about it—to punish him for ignoring you. You want to crawl onto his desk force his eyes onto you.
But the thought alone makes you shy away. You're much too proud for that.
So you ease the shoe off slowly, quietly, propping your stockinged foot on the sofa's edge to reach the second strap. Your wool skirt rides up your thighs in the process—but you're almost certain he's not watching anyway.
Except you hear papers fluttering and when you glance up, Higuruma's pen is frozen mid-stroke.
His gaze isn't on your feet.
It's fixed on your thighs, more specifically, the black lace of your garters clipped to stockings that have your soft flesh swelling over them.
His throat bobs as he white-knuckles the pen in his grasp.
For a long moment, he doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. Just looks at you as his eyes trail lower and the proof of how needy you've been for him all night is evident in the way your panties clinging to every fold.
Higuruma resembles a man who's been presented a ten-course meal after a strict fast.
Yet his next words still surprise you.
"You've been punishing yourself."
"What?"
"For my attention. You've been wearing new heels, every night this week." Higuruma’s tone is stripped of its usual composure although he's still clinical in his assessment. "You usually wear the round-toed black pair. Two inches, cushioned sole. These—" His gaze flicks to the discarded shoes, then back to you. "Your legs don't need the extra height, doll. Never did."
Heat floods your cheeks. He'd noticed?!
This whole time, drowning in case files, barely sparing you a glance—
"The blouse is new too." Higuruma notes, almost to himself, like he’s reading off the facts in a case file. "Tuesday it was the silk one. Wednesday, the black skirt with the small slit at the back."
Your heart slams against your ribs as he continues to recall your outfits.
"I-I thought you weren't paying attention."
"I wasn't giving you any." Higuruma’s mouth twists—bitter and self-directed in his ire. "That's not the same thing."
"It's okay. You've been busy—"
"Don't."
The word is soft but final as he rises from his desk walking over to you on the sofa.
"Don't make excuses for me—or I'll hate myself even more than I already do..."
Higuruma drags a hand down his face as he deflates with a tired exhale. "Watching you walk in every morning looking like that. Knowing exactly what sounds you make when I—"
He stops. You watch him swallow it down—whatever he was about to say, whatever he was about to do. His eyes have gone nearly black, looking like he may pounce on you at any moment.
"I couldn't only give you ten minutes between depositions. Couldn't touch you the way you deserve and then casually ask you to hand me a file or drive me to the next mission like nothing happened."
Your head is spinning at the revelations, wanting to say something but you are at an utter loss.
"So I kept my distance." He confesses. "Thought if I could just finish this case—I could give you a night where I could take my time with you. Take you apart properly, then put you back together after."
Higuruma is standing over you now, his presence like a physical weight. "Like a fool, I was so consumed with self-martyrdom I never stopped to consider if I was forcing yours."
You move to stand, to reach for him—
“Stay.”
It's less command than it is a contrite supplication.
"Stay right there, doll," Higuruma repeats—and the crack in his voice betrays him—as does the tent in his slacks.
The sound he makes when he catches you staring is barely human—a low, rumbling growl. You watch his cock twitch harder against his slacks.
You search for his eyes, but his focus is locked on your tongue sweeping across your lips.
Higuruma loosens his tie, slowly as his eyes begin their descent—down your throat, your breasts, your stomach—until it lands between your thighs and stays there. Fixed on the wet patch darkening your lace.
He crouches before you, hands finding your calf. His thumb strokes the curve of the stocking covered muscle with reverence, he's memorizing the shape of you not only by sight but touch as well.
"Bring the other up." You've never heard him sound like this—barely holding on. "Y-Yes, just like that. Now lay back—hips forward."
Pulse hammering, you sink deeper into the cushions, propping your leg up as his hands find your hips, guiding them forward, bunching your skirt around your waist.
"Good girl."
Your pussy is fully on display now and Higuruma makes a wounded noise as his eyes rake over the panties that have given up pretending to hold in your swollen folds long ago.
"Christ."
The word punches out of him. His fingers skim the lace edge—barely grazing—and still come back glistening with your slick.
Higuruma swallows hard. "It's criminal the way my girl's been hiding all this under those prim little suits."
His girl.
Higuruma lifts one of your legs, extending it slowly until your stockinged foot rests flat against his chest. His heart pounds beneath your arch, the beat syncing with the pulsating ache of your clit.
His hands work down your leg, firm and thorough, pressing into sore muscles until pleasure bleeds through the ache. Your head tilts back as you stifle a moan and his grip tightens in response.
"I know I don't deserve it, dove, but at least allow me to hear you while I worship you, my dear."
Simultaneously, his thumbs dig into the ball of your foot, and the tension you've been carrying all night unspools in a single, embarrassingly loud whimper.
From the devious look on his face, it's exactly what he wanted.
Higuruma presses a kiss to your Achilles—another apology—and you shiver. He sets your foot down gently, repeats the ritual on the other side. Just as slow. Just as thorough.
A knowing smirk tugs at his lips as he guides your legs up, stockinged feet sliding over his shoulders until you're spread open before him. He leans forward, nuzzling into the fold of your knee—and the scrape of his stubble makes your hips jerk.
“You know, at times I swore I could smell how badly she missed me.” He murmurs into your stockings. “Right through your pretty little skirts."
Higuruma’s actions follow his words, tracing a slow path with his aquiline nose from your knee to your pussy. "Mmm. I was right. She's been weeping so sweetly through your panties like a needy little thing for weeks, hasn't she?"
Your whines answer for you.
"What about No Nut November?" you whisper, breathless, raising your hips to push his nose in deeper. "I wouldn't want to be a distraction..."
Higuruma inhales deeply, savoring your raw scent. "Never." He exhales breathlessly.
"Everything else has been a distraction from you." His voice drops to gravel, vibrating through you.
You haven’t even savored the admission properly before there's a sharp snap and his teeth bite through one of your garters, tugging the ruined elastic away with a growl before repeating the action.
"Please, Hiro—" You mewl, thighs trembling.
He looks up at you with those dark, knowing eyes. Exhausted and hungry in equal measure.
"This is part of my sentence, doll." His thumb strokes the crease of your thigh, maddeningly gentle. "Trust me—it's far more agonizing for me."
You doubt that.
But you don't dare contradict him—not when there's something sadistic lurking behind all that apology. Something that tells you a part of him would get off on deny you just a tiny bit longer.
His tongue drags flat over your panties, pressing wet fabric into your slit, sucking your slick through the lace like he's trying to wring every drop out.
"These are in my way." He doesn't bother with his teeth this time—just hooks his fingers in the lace and tears.
Riiiip.
You squeal as cool air hits your bare cunt for half a second before his mouth replaces it. The second his tongue splits your folds, every other thought dissolves.
Your head falls back against the cushions as his tongue drags through your folds with long, broad strokes. Like he's been dreaming about this exact taste for a month and finally, finally gets to indulge.
His lips seal over your clit and suck, hard enough that your hips buck off the sofa. His hands dig into the meat of your thighs, pinning you open, holding you still as they quake in his grasp.
"Told you to stay."
The command growled against your cunt, but your body isn’t listening, still squirming as he dips into your entrance, gathering your slick before dragging it back up to your clit—then he spits, letting your own arousal drip onto your swollen nub before his mouth descends again.
"H-Hiro!"
Higuruma doesn't answer.
He's much too occupied with his repentance. Tongue extended, his face is pulled back just enough so you can see the exact pattern being cruelly branded on your sensitive bud as he roughly flicks under your clitoral hood, pushing it back. It's methodical and devastatingly thorough—like he's building a case with his mouth and your orgasm is the verdict.
Though for a defense attorney, the way he's attacking your cunt feels suspiciously prosecutorial.
Your hips tilt up, desperate to ride his face, and he lets you—lips releasing your clit only to plunge his tongue straight into your core, rimming your entrance before fucking into you rapidly. Every thrust grinds his nose further into your clit. His hands find your ass, gripping soft flesh, spreading your cheeks as he lifts your hips to help you rock against his mouth.
This man would happily perish between your thighs.
You're certain of it now.
His own broken groans echo inside your cunt, high off the fact of simply giving you pleasure—and that's what sends you over. You cum hard, thighs clamping around his head, back arching off the sofa as the orgasm tears through you in waves, ecstasy coursing in your veins.
But he doesn't stop.
His tongue keeps working, lapping up your release, his face slick and shining with you. When you try to squirm away—oversensitive and trembling—his grip tightens on your thighs, dragging you back to his mouth.
"I'm not done with you yet, doll."
The words come out ragged, muffled against your puffy cunny as Higuruma's cheek rests against your inner thigh, lips swollen and spit-slick, still connected to your pussy by a thin string of your arousal. He's panting—actually panting—looking genuinely pained by the fact that he has to stop to breathe oxygen instead of burying himself deeper in your folds.
You don't think you could deny Higuruma anything like this.
"One more, Hiro." His breathing quickens at your permission. "T-Then fuck me. Please."
Higuruma doesn't bother with words. Just action—diving back into your depths like a man possessed.
One of his hands releases your thigh, finds your wrist and drags your fingers into his hair.
"Pull." The command is muffled but unmistakable.
You oblige—or rather, you're forced to when his teeth graze your clit and your nails dig into his scalp on instinct. Higuruma growls in pleasure, the sound rumbling through your core.
He has to be aching. Hard enough to hurt, trapped in those slacks. You can't see him from this angle, but you wouldn't be surprised if he's leaking through his slacks from the way he's moaning into your pussy, drunk on the taste of you. A pool of your creamy juices has already gathered on the leather beneath you, obscene and growing in size by the second.
Delirious words spill from his lips between licks—praise and filth whispered directly into your cunt like prayers.
"So sweet—"
A broad lick from entrance to clit.
"So pretty—"
His tongue fucks into you, curling.
"—my divine atonement—"
Your slick coats his chin, his cheeks, drips down his jaw, and he only gets hungrier. More desperate. More crazed. Every gush of arousal you give him is an aphrodisiac—he laps it up like a man dying of thirst, shows no signs of stopping, no signs this will be your last orgasm, only growing more feral as you unravel beneath him.
"P-Pleaseeeee ohh—!"
The second climax builds faster than the first—sharper, meaner, your whole body wound tight as a wire. His tongue relentlessly assaults your clit while two fingers sink into your cunt without warning, crooking against that spot inside you, and your vision whites out.
"That's my pretty girl."
Higuruma pulls back just enough to let you ride out the aftershocks, fingers still drawing merciless circles on your oversensitive clit.
Somewhere behind the roar of blood in your ears, you hear a belt click as fabric shifts. You force your eyes to focus—watching his slacks fall as he stands, his cock springing free—flushed and heavy, bobbing as his cockhead smeared with pre drips down the length of him.
Fuck. Somehow Higuruma looks even bigger than you remember, thick enough to make your whole body clench with want and fear in equal measure.
He kneels, dragging your hips to the edge. His hand wraps around himself, stroking, and you hold your breath—finally, finally—
But he just slaps his cock against your clit. Tap, tap, tap. Precum and spit and slick mixing obscenely
You squirm, clearly overstimmed which draws a smug chuckle from him.
"Is it terrible that I enjoy teasing you?"
"Hiro—" You whine, hips jerking toward him. You pout up at him sweetly—and watch his cock twitch in response. His resolve visibly cracking.
"Yes, doll. Say it again." Higuruma's cock notches at your entrance, pressing but not pushing. "Scream it this time, for me yes?"
You expect more teasing, more torture.
Instead, he snaps his hips forward in one brutal thrust—splitting you open until he's buried to the hilt.
You scream his name so loud you don't even hear it leave your throat.
You might have cum again—you only know because of the string of expletives spilling from Higuruma's mouth, his composure finally shattered.
"F-Fuck, dove—" He's panting, forehead pressed to yours. "She's choking me. You need to relax." A strained laugh escapes him. "She feels like a noose—and I'd prefer to avoid capital punishment tonight, if it's all the same to you."
You can't answer, tears streaming as you gasp from him filling you so completely. Higuruma leans down and licks them up too, tongue tracing the salt tracks on your skin. You're starting to think he's genuinely obsessed with your bodily fluids.
Higuruma pecks your lips gently, letting you adjust.
"Have you not been touching yourself?" His voice is softer now, curiously teasing as he admires the state simply sticking his cock in has reduced you to. "Have you been waiting for me all this time?"
"I w-wasn't g-gonna" You swallow, cunt fluttering around him. "B-But it wasn't enough. It wasn't y-you."
"'Wasn't gonna', huh?" He mocks you, his rich baritone tickling your senses as his thumb returns to your clit to flick over her languidly.
"Naughty girl." He kisses the corner of your mouth. "But I suppose I'll argue a plea deal in your defense this once. It was my fault after all for neglecting you."
Your thighs burn from being spread around his broad hips, the sheer weight of him pressing you into the sofa, his knees braced on the floor. When you finally loosen around him—walls relaxing, body surrendering to him—he slips his tongue into your mouth as his hips begin to move.
Small thrusts at first. Micro-movements. Like he can't bear to have even an inch of himself outside the warm embrace of your slick walls.
Then his hand presses down on your lower belly, and your eyelashes flutter as your eyes roll back.
"There it is." He groans, grinding deeper. "Can you feel how she makes room for me?"
Higuruma doesn't give you the chance to answer before he picks up the pace, hand staying pressed to your stomach, savoring every twitch of your muscles. The exact movement of your guts shifting around him—how your body so lovingly allows him to ruin her from the inside out.
His teeth find your bottom lip, biting down as his other hand slides up to your throat, fingers wrapping around the column of your neck. He squeezes lightly, rhythmically, matching the desperate clench of your pretty pussy around him.
Higuruma wants to cum with you. But he can feel you're already there—already tipping over the edge—
"Hiro... 'm gonna—"
"Oh?" He doesn't slow down. If anything, he fucks you harder. "Without me, dear? How inconsiderate." His thumb presses into the side of your throat. "Go ahead. But I won't be granting leniency. You cum now and then you're going to keep coming until I say stop."
"P-Pleaseeee, m-mercyyy—" You're babbling, desperate. The word slips out before you can stop it: "—Judge."
Higuruma almost cums right then and there, hips stuttering.
"Oh, you're pushing it now, princess."
Your doe eyes blink up at him, and somewhere beneath the desperation, you find the brat in you after all.
"What's wrong, your honor?" The words drip from your lips like honey, saccharine and deliberately provocative. "Did I say something I shouldn't have?"
Higuruma's grip tightens on your throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who's in control here. His hips still, cock buried deep, twitching inside you.
"Careful, dove."
You clench around him deliberately.
Something in him snaps. No more warnings.
Higuruma pulls out and you're immediately feeling the loss of him—but before you can protest, his hands are hooking under your thighs and hauling your ass up off the sofa.
Drenched in your combined mess, and his grip slips once before he adjusts, hoisting you higher. Your legs end up over his shoulders, folded nearly in half, and you have nothing—no wall behind you, no leverage, nothing to hold onto but the thick column of his neck.
Completely at Higuruma's mercy.
Your nails dig into his skin on instinct—the only anchor you have.
"There we go." He groans at the bite of pain, positioning his cock at your entrance. "Hold on tight, princess."
He slams you down onto him in one brutal drop.
You scream.
The angle is devastating—deeper than before, impossibly deep, his cock splitting you open while gravity does the rest. You have no control here. Can't set the pace, can't shift positions—can't do anything but cling to him and take it. Every thrust jolts through your entire body, punching the air from your lungs.
Your nails rake down his neck and he hisses, but his eyes roll back in pleasure, not pain.
"Harder." He commands. "Mark me up. I want to feel you for days."
You're too fucked-out to process it fully—is he sadistic or masochistic? Both? Does it matter when he's bouncing you on his cock like you weigh nothing, arms flexing as he lifts and drops you with terrifying ease? You're nothing but a vessel now, suspended and speared utterly for his pleasure.
"I'm going to take care of you, princess. Take care of this pretty pussy." His palms grip your ass, fingers digging in white-knuckled, desperate for leverage as he fucks up into you. "Going to make sure she never goes hungry again. Every morning. Every night. Whenever she asks for it."
"Hiro—" You're sobbing, pleasure cresting unbearably high, just gasps and moans punched out of you with every thrust. "Please, I need to—I can't—"
"Not yet." Higuruma's jaw clenches, fighting his own release. "Hold it."
"I-I c-c-can't—" Your walls are fluttering around him, clenching involuntarily, and you see stars at the edges of your vision. "P-Please, please, J-Judge, I'll do anythinggggg—"
"Anything?" His hips stutter at the title, cock kicking inside you. "Dangerous words, doll. I'll hold you to them."
His grip on your ass tightens, nails biting into the soft flesh now—mirroring what you're doing to his neck. The wet slap of skin echoes obscenely through the office, your slick dripping down his thighs, pooling on the hardwood beneath you.
"From now on—" He's losing rhythm, thrusts turning erratic. "—this pussy gets what she needs... you'll come to me? You'll tell me exactly what she needs?"
"Y-Yes—y-yes!!! Jusss p-pleaseeee—"
"Every ache—" A brutal thrust. "—every need—" Another. "—you bring it to me. Understood?"
You're babbling incoherent confirmations, head lolling back, eyes rolling into your skull.
"Cum, then. Give it to me, babydoll—"
The orgasm tears through you like a live wire—blinding, violent, your pussy clamping down so hard he chokes on a moan. Your nails draw blood on his neck and he growls, burying himself to the hilt—
And then you feel it.
The first hot pulse of him flooding your insides. His cock kicking against your walls, swelling impossibly thicker as he empties himself into you. Rope after rope of cum painting your clenching cunt, so deep you swear you feel the warmth in your throat.
For a long moment, neither of you moves. The noises of your breathing filling the space.
His cock is still buried inside you, softening but not quite soft, and you can feel his cum leaking out around the seal of your bodies—dripping down your thighs, onto the floor, adding to the mess you've already made of his office.
Higuruma's forehead drops to yours, hips grinding through the aftershocks, working every last drop into you. "You feel that? How much I saved for you, dove?"
You can only whimper in response. You do feel it—the obscene heat spreading through your core, the way his cum has nowhere to go with his cock still plugging you full. When he shifts his hips, grinding deeper, some of it squelches out around the seal of your bodies.
"Taking it so well—" His voice is shot, barely above a rasp. "Milking every drop—good girl—"
Your legs are shaking. Your whole body is shaking.
"Hiro..." You're slurring, drunk on him. "Can't... can't feel my legs..."
A breathless laugh rumbles through his chest. "Mm." He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the tear tracks still drying on your skin. Unbearably tender after everything he just did to you. "That's what happens when you taunt a man who's been starving for a month, doll."
"Worth it," you giggle.
"Brat." But there's only fondness in his voice.
Slowly, carefully, he shifts his grip—one arm hooked under your ass, the other cradling your back as he finally lets your legs slide off his shoulders. You wince at the change in angle, cunt clenching involuntarily around him, and he groans.
"Easy." His voice is strained. "Keep doing that and we won't make it to the shower."
You're tempted to test him. But exhaustion wins out, your body going limp against his chest as he carries you toward the bathroom.
"Let's get you cleaned up." His lips brush your temple. "Then I'll take you home, hm?"
You pout. After everything—after a month of waiting, of longing, of convincing yourself you were nothing but a convenient release—you're not ready for this to end.
Not ready to go back to your empty apartment and pretend tonight didn't change everything.
Higuruma catches the look on your face and chuckles softly.
"I mean my home," he clarifies, nudging the bathroom door open with his shoulder. "We can clean up properly there. I'll cook you breakfast." He sets you down on the counter, and you shiver at the cold marble against your bare skin—but he doesn't pull out, not yet, his half-hard cock still nestled inside you like he can't bear the separation either. "Then I can worship you the way you deserve. Properly. Without a deadline or a case file waiting on my desk."
Your heart stutters. "You don't have to—"
"I want to." His hands cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheekbones, and his eyes—god, his eyes are so soft now. Tired and tender and looking at you like you're something precious. "I should have done this a month ago. Should have made time. Should have told you what you are to me instead of assuming you'd wait."
"I would have." The admission slips out before you can stop it. "Waited, I mean. For you. I would have."
Something fractures in his expression. He doesn't say anything—just pulls you closer, pressing his lips to your forehead like he's trying to seal a promise there.
"You shouldn't have had to. No more waiting. No more silence. From now on, you tell me what you need—and I'll give it to you. Understood?"
"Understood, counselor."
His lips twitch. "Careful. You keep using titles and we'll never leave this bathroom."
You grin, exhausted and fucked-out and deliriously happy. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Both." He kisses you then—tongue gliding against yours, your taste still lingering. When he pulls back, his cock twitches inside you, thickening again.
"Definitely both."
"Mm." You pull back, pretending to consider. "I don't know. A month is a looooong time. I might need extensive compensation."
"Is that so?" Higuruma quirks a brow.
"Yup! Emotional damages. Pain and suffering." You tick them off on your fingers. "Loss of consortium—"
"You don't know what half those terms mean."
"I know what I want them to mean." you say slyly, clenching around him once more.
Realistically, you don't think either of you are leaving this office tonight.
𝐚𝐧: ahhh i love writing higuruma as an EATERRRRRRRR. this one was a lil bit more angsty, well not really angsty, reader is just super horny and it's making her a delulu pick me cjksdbfkjvhsb. i mean the way he dicked her down tho, who could blame her? lol this one was a bit more cute endings than im used to writing. i feel like its a bit cheesy but w/e, we ball. im tired of editing it hfdjkvhbf. so also sorry for any errors or duplicate sentences as i reworked alot of this fbsdhbsd.
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𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ🪽 ⸻ based off this ask! i wrote this in one sitting so pls bear with me lol >.< i've just been feelin oh so sappy in loveee for eren lately, and the thought of him groaning broken german into ur ear . . wow i think i just creamed ooof lord . i highly recommend using a translate feature as you read! overall, i'm super excited to officially dive back into AoT with this piece yayyy! it's a lil something sweet for ‘ren’s belated birthday until the real treat finishes baking! thank you so much for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) angel, the weeknd ⨾ too deep, dvsn ⨾ do it well, dvsn ⨾ spontanverkher, and one
when it comes to love, eren is vocal. he finds it to be the most beautiful language, unspoken yet understood through warmth, heart, touch. that’s what make it come easy to him.
despite his many tongues, he isn't a man who lingers over words. not deliberately, at least. there isn't any careful scripting to the way he speaks, no rehearsed cadence meant to charm or ensnare. and yet, somehow, he always knows what to say.
he knows. that exact murmur that'll settle warm against your ear, low and smooth when he instructs you to stay close, hold onto him, spread your legs wider, arch your back further . . . he knows, the subtle shift in tone that sends a ripple down your spine, the kind that makes your body listen. his voice moves through him without thought.
when considering his mother tongue, though, you almost feel as though he avoids it with you. eren doesn’t go out of his way to shape his tongue around german, not when he knows the meaning would be lost somewhere between his lips and your understanding. he never makes any deliberate attempt to impress you with a language you can't follow. he speaks to you in ways you will understand, in ways that settle easily into you, invoke your pretty smile.
it’s his pet names that linger instead— sounding all soft and familiar, worn warm from use. the ones he returns to without thinking, like second nature. schatzi. simply sweet. ever so precious. the word curls from his mouth with an ease that feels almost absentminded, yet never careless. and liebling, his favorite, his darling. it’s usually spoken quieter, closer, like it belongs to you and him alone.
those are the few words you come to know. not by translation, but how they’re given. by the way his voice lowers around them, the way they brush against your skin like something tangible.
mixed by blood, eren's heritage lives in the small details about him more than anything else; his cadence, his features, his mannerisms. he doesn't necessarily talk about it. his tongues, german and turkish, live elsewhere. like in fleeting moments on the phone with his family, voice softened with a familiarity different from the kind he shows you.
it's admirable, how effortlessly he slips into the rhythm of home when catching up with his mother and father. you hear it only then, in fragments and tones, something distant. you try to glimpse into that part of him, but he leaves it unshared.
it isn't that your boyfriend withholds any aspects of his life, or his culture, from you. rather, he lets untranslatable words fall as they come, shaped more by his feeling than intentionality. there's a certain intimacy in that. he thinks that you don't have to understand every syllable to feel the weight of it.
because with him, it's about how it lingers in the space between you long after the words have fallen away.
you know eren doesn’t make much use of deutsch in his everyday life, no. it remains tucked away as the one thing he doesn't reach for, but something that exists all the same. and maybe, that's what makes it all the more enticing, when it surfaces in the moments his control finally begins to slip.
it’s in those instances, when his breath grows uneven and composure frays at the edges, that something from deep within him begins to rise unbidden. words he doesn't consciously choose, tones he typically wouldn't shape, leaving him in a low, broken lilt. there's nothing intentional about it, just the rawness of instinct when the sensation is so overwhelming that he can't help himself any longer.
and in that unraveling, there's something disarmingly sensual. not just the act itself, or the hot slide of his hands when he touches you, but a side of him that can't be hidden away, revealed only when he's too far gone to hold it back.
"scheisse!"
it slips out of him without warning. his mind’s so muddled by the way your dewy walls squeeze his cock that he doesn’t even think to translate. he’s drawn fully into the hilt of your gushing pussy, his presence heavy both in-and-outside of you. he's got you splayed out on your back, displayed ever so beautifully, soft textured hair fanning out on the pillows, like that of a halo. how fitting, for his precious angel.
eren has you tucked under the breadth of him and slovenly folded into missionary, your body immovably pressed beneath the heat and heaviness of his imposing frame. his attention narrows on you, you, you, until nothing else seems to exist outside of it.
your trembling leg is held in his left palm, secured at the pit of your knee as he guides it up against your shoulder as a means to fucks deeper into you. his other hand rests hot upon your waist, grip tightening whenever you react, kneading at warm brown flesh whenever you clamp down on him. he's unrelenting with how he draws out, plows in, does it again, again, again. dense clapping resounds in hollow echoes throughout the dim-lit bedroom of his paradis-city penthouse.
"e—ren! eren, erennn,” his name falls fractured from your lips, each syllable hitching as it leaves you. he hears it, and something in him shifts. a slow, unmistakable reaction that pulls at the corner of his mouth before it fully settles into a smile. it spreads wide, brazen and sharp in a way that looks as feral as he feels; all teeth, cutting sharp and boyish across his face, features drawn tight with ardor.
pleasure has already taken hold of him; face flushed, sweat gathering and rolling in narrow paths down his skin. his dark manbun sits slightly undone at the base of his head, loose strands slipping free to cling to his temples and the nape of his neck, his tattooed body damp with the same heat that coats him. his brows, thick and dark, knit tightly together, while his bright-teal eyes stay intense and wild, fixed on you with a look that doesn’t waver. you’re his maker and weakness alike, the only thing holding his focus together as he unravels for you.
"komm schon, engel," eren dips low, his large frame folding over yours, shoulders rounding as he closes the space between you, brushing the plush of your lips with his own. "hngh, wha—?" you whine against his mouth, needing of clarity. his breath is warm and close when he murmurs, earnest for a taste of your lips, "küss mich."
you don’t fully comprehend him, but eren closes the gap regardless, until there’s nowhere left for your voice to go but into him. his large hand lifts up, cups your jaw nice and steady, tilts you upwards just enough to meet him as he presses his lips to yours. firm at first, then deeper, more claiming than it is gentle. when he pulls back, it’s only by a breath’s width, enough for the curve of his smile to linger against your mouth.
his hips take to a slow roll, grinding into yours so sweetly. the rounded end of his hard cock nudges the inner pudge of your softest spots, with the lean ridge of his pelvis brushing over the sensitive peak of your clit. the both of you hold no inhibitions, breaths pouring into each other's mouths in uneven waves, panting and moaning with not a sound refrained.
him and you, you and him, him in you. all sense becomes lost in a heated slew of sloppy strokes and the wettest kisses. he's making such a mess of you; stealing your breath, bruising your flesh, fucking stirring your insides.
for eren, countless sensations begin to merge. your velveteen walls are clamping down, tight, on his pulsing dick, dripping and sobbing all over the length of it. then there's the way you cling to him, just ferocious. the powder-white arch of your fresh nails do well at drawing fiery marks down the broad plane of his tatted back. his olive skin is warm and damp under your palms, glowing sheen with a film of sweat.
your breath brushes against the reddening shell of his pierced ear, sounds uneven and soft in a way that makes him grow impossibly harder. eren responds in kind, groans amplified, his hold at your waist tightening just enough to keep you anchored to the you-shaped dip in his king sized mattress. you're so pretty, so perfect; behaving so well that all he wants to do is just give you more.
so he does.
"shh, lass mich einfach . . stillhalten." eren’s hands span down your shaking thighs, dancing around around your calf until they close around both of your ankles. his fingers wrap fully, thumbs rubbing circles while the rest of his grip adjusts you without effort. he translates what he knows you didn't catch, "don't move."
eren shapes the physical space between you, and he continues to bend you at angles until the right silhouette is captured. he brings your knees toward your shoulders, folding the form until thighs press firmly against the core of your tummy. shifting his weight low, he transitions into a deep squat, strong thighs flexed as he assumes the position of sitting on his haunches, all without pulling out of you.
with the new vantage, he drives forward and plunges into the tightness of you with sudden, intense momentum that draws the sharpest, most involuntary cry from your lungs— a sound that brings a knowing smile to his face. eren frees self-satisfied laughter, for he always manages to pry out the very reaction he sought to provoke. he finds your body familiar. so easy to mold, too easy to play with.
"ffuuuck! p-please, papaaa, please—"
his response comes rippling out as an unintended growl, sourced from the depths of his chest, and the bass of it makes you clench helplessly around him. with every surge, every thrust forward, he loses another piece of his restraint. an especially taut squeeze of your soaked pussy is all it takes for his snark to dissolve into total surrender.
"fuck . . du bist so eng," his words grow reckless to match just how you undo him. he rambles on about just how tight you are, freeing terribly desperate praise and german incoherencies. he's too far gone to realize he'd even switched languages. frankly, eren doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, and you sure as hell don’t either. it’s hard to follow when he’s digging you out like that; hips slamming down, the fat of his balls clapping against the seam of your ass with every thrust.
more foreign words tumble from his lips— dark, guttural, yet somehow melodic, leaving you in a haze of both lust and confusion. despite it, your body understands the intent perfectly. the way you arch into him, cunt swallowing every known inch of his dick whole, slick walls clamping around him like a desperate vice, tells him everything he needs to know.
eren finally seems to be returning to himself, eyes clearing as he grows aware; and with that, comes the teasing. another predatory smirk pulls at his mouth as he realizes just how cockdrunk he’s made you, sensitive even down to the veins that drag within you. and so, he draws out the friction, slows his pace to an agonizing crawl, buries himself into you with impossible depth.
each heavy thrust knocks at your cervix and prods at the very limit of you, blunt and demanding, as if he’s trying to leave his mark on your very soul. he's so all-consuming that the heady scent of his skin and the licking heat of his salt-slicked body fills your lungs. you’re crying, you think, unsure as to when it started. all you know is you’re breathing him in, tasting the raw, primal edge of him with every gasp and tear you choke on.
"aww, poor baby,” he croons, tone darkened with condescend, “macht dich das an, schatzi?" he murmurs, the grunted slew of german humming against your skin. he’s asking if it turns you on— the suddenly rough shift into his mother tongue, and though the meaning of his words escape your mind, you can only nod helplessly, teeth sinking into the swell of your spit-streaked lip as a flush burns across your chest.
"feels good, yeah? i'm fucking you so deep, aren't i? mm, c'mon, angel . . . talk to me, talk to daddy." he eases more of his weight onto your pressed frame, feeding you deep, languid strokes so slow you can hear the wetness sloshing.
"yeahhh, it's good, er-en . . hnn, feelssogood, d-daddyyy," his name tears out of you in a pulled shudder, the syllables breaking over one another. it’s the type of sound that invites his wolfish grin, curled with a special kind of satisfaction. his smile is purely predatory when he gets to hitching your leg up higher, rocking into you faster. the lewdness of unfiltered noise begins to swell throughout the room.
before long, you're both trembling over the pace he’s taken; his fingers twitching along your pushed-up thighs, while you're left grappling for purchase along his bulging, corded biceps, your fingers digging into the sinuous centipede inked across his firm rounded muscle. frantically, you cling to one another as the world outside seems to fade away.
eren leans in, ink-dark strands escaping his hairtie, feathering your neck, and cascading over his shoulder to curtain your faces. overzealous, he captures your lips with his own once more, silencing your soft sounds with a deep kiss that tastes as saccharine as love itself, wettened by the salted twinge of adrenaline. his moans tumble out of him helplessly once you get to licking at his tongue. he juts it out for you to suckle on.
the tension brews to a fever pitch. you’re close, and so is he.
"komm und hol mich," he wants—no, needs you to cum for him, pleads in breathless sounds so gritty that you can feel them pass through your bones. those bright-teal eyes, glassed over with brimming tears of pleasure, desperately lock onto yours. his touch is just as urgent.
eren brings the calloused pad of his thumb to your clit, each deliberate rub a targeted press that sends fresh jolts of heat spiraling through your tummy, makes your hips buck up into the onslaught. his breath comes out in ragged puffs as his fleshy, kiss-bruised lips meet your ear, grazing the shell, words unfamiliar yet sweet all the same. “komm auf meinen schwanz, bitte.” the vulnerable rawness of his voice is a love language all in its own. something in you knows to follow his command, even if the meaning is a mystery.
that building pressure low in your gut begins to coil, tightening into a concentrated knot that demands release. it’s a heavy, mercurial ache that pulses in sync with his movements, making your vision swim as you reach the precipice. your every nerve-ending screams for the sweet, sweet release that only his next deliberate strike can provide.
as for eren, his focus is simply fractured; hands moving with a restlessness that betrays how close he is to the edge. he lifts his free hand to knead and possess the soft weight of your right breast, his grip firm and demanding, before his fingers lift to heedlessly lace around your neck, as a means to keep you pinned in the middle of storm of his movements.
that same grasp trails away from pressing your artery, slinks down, and squeezes a big, greedy handful of ass into one palm alone. he delivers one smack— two, three. the fourth leaves red in its wake, blooming faint along warm-brown flesh. he merely smiles when you mewl at him.
the combination he grants you is far too much, too fucking frantic; the stinging heat of his palm against your skin and the possessive weight of his hand at your throat leaves you feeling hazy and unmoored, your thoughts dissolving into a thoughtless, honeyed fog.
a few more of those slowed, plunging thrusts, paired with how nicely he toys with your puffy clit, is what finally shatters the dam and sends rolling waves of your orgasm to crash right through you. it washes over, heavy and thick, the feeling purely electric as it zips through the base of your spine all the way down to your tightly curled toes. your quivering legs lock around his lean waist as he fucks you through the height of it, dark-chestnut hair swinging over hunched shoulders.
"don't you let go yet— m'not done." eren rasps against your agape lips, voice a broken wreck. he taps your soft cheek in two firm pats when your eyes begin to flutter shut, peers at you through hooded eyes, forcing bitten words out through grit teeth, "look at me, schatzi," his fingers tangle into the soft, dense curls of your hair to tilt your head his way. "you came so fuckin' hard, tell me you felt that—shit! mm, p-please, baby . . tell me you’re mine."
you manage to open your mouth, try for an answer, but every brutal impact of his hips knocks the air from your chest, splintering your voice into meaningless little sounds. the rhythm of his pounding, loud and heavy, turns shaky and imprecise as he utterly loses the battle for control. you can see the strain in the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his breath hitching as he teeters on the edge.
eren frames your face with a sudden tenderness, his large hands encompassing either side of your head as if you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth itself. he pulls you in until your foreheads touch, eyes locking in a feral, heavy-lidded stare that teases at his release. you babble out his name with every sloppy knock of his hips.
your inner walls clamp down in a steady, involuntary pulse around him, and the friction becomes too much for him to bear. then comes a guttural sound, ripping straight from his chest, followed by a smaller, vulnerable whimper that echoes out, almost like a plea:
"scheisse, ich komme— fffuuuck!"
he jolts forward with an almost animalistic force, burying himself to the very hilt as the first warm, heavy spurts of his release spill free from his cockhead and into your awaiting womb. you feel him throbbing deep within your silken walls, the pulsing erratic as he stuffs your cunt with thick loads of his cum; emptying himself, filling you.
a hushed stillness sets over eren's thirtieth-floor apartment. all movement drifts to a weighty pause; until, eren eventually collapses his full weight onto you with a long, shuddering sigh. the solid, unyielding mass of him drives a soft huff out from your throat, pinning you into the charcoal sheets in a way that feels strangely grounding.
his inked forearms bind around you like vines, pulling your bodies flush-tight until there’s no room left between you. in turn, you drape your arms over the broad expanse of his back, your thumbs tracing soothing circles over the angry, reddened lines of the skin you tore.
"ugh— rennie, you're heavy."
"mmn." is his heedless response. you both lie there in a tangled, breathless heap of afterglow, your lungs working for shallow air as the adrenaline begins to recede. after threading through the dark, damp silk of his long hair, weaving and undoing braids in the same sitting, your arms finally loosen their hold around his nape. eren nuzzles his face into the soft swell of your breasts, the tip of his nose grazing the sensitive bone of your sternum as he seeks out your warmth.
a small, balmy laugh escapes you, the sound light and surreal against the dense, syrup-thick atmosphere. the air is heavy, saturated with the salt-sharp scent of skin, the musk of his cologne, the lingering sugar of your arab perfume, and the sweet, pungent tang of your collective release— a sensory memento of every orgasm you just shared.
"damn . .” the silence breaks around his voice, low and winded, “didn't think y’had a kink for that."
"hmm," you blink slow, the wisps of your curled lashes fluttering. "for what?"
"uh-uh, don't play dumb now," eren noses your jugular, tickling your neck with a nudge so fleeting you can’t help but break, a shy giggle bubbling up and out into the open. "could've just told me you wanted me to switch languages, princess."
“i didn't even know it was something i’d enjoy that much," you bite down on a drowsy laugh, manicured fingers lifting to idly twirl a stray, dark lock of his hair. you’re secretly glad his hair-tie snapped under the pressure.
"i like the way your brain just . . . shorts out when you hear it. makes you so . . ." a kiss, breaking the pattern of speech, is pressed to your upturned lips, so pink and soft.
“—much more," another, then a suckle to your jaw, "—responsive." there's a gravel-like texture to the sound of his teasing. "i don't think i've ever heard you get that loud before, baby.” eren hums aloud onto your skin, a low rumble of pure satisfaction that thrums low in his throat and vibrates against your chest.
he shifts his weight just enough to pepper wet, uncoordinated kisses along the sensitive expanse of your throat, his every movement sluggish with pleasure.
“verdammt gut,” he murmurs against your skin, testing the effect he has over you, simply wishing to witness how tightly you’d pulse around him in response. sure enough, he smiles to himself when you do, walls clamping down where he remains stuffed inside you. a whispered moan falls from you, eyes screwed impossibly tight.
his lips latch to your pulse as he mouths praises you don’t need to translate to understand. the meaning sounds as sweet as his kisses taste. “du bist so gut, liebling.” even though his brain's misted over with lust, and his dick is still warmly nestled deep inside you, he can’t help but nip playful marks into your flesh. you find yourself cooing at his affections, your fingers tangling in the deep-brown spill of his hair as you shallowly rock your hips onto his softening cock.
he mumbles more foreign little nothings into the damp, sweat-slicked crook of your neck, the tone so tender it feels like a physical caress.
“ich liebe dich so sehr, angel . . .” he breathes, the confession soft and embracing against your skin. the meaning devotional, so unmistakable; he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
the ardency of the past hour's lovemaking seems to evaporate, leaving only the two of you sinking in the cooling sheets. from the crevice of your chest to his broadened one, your hearts beat heavy against one another in a synced tempo.
with one last, lingering kiss to your collarbone, eren lets his heavy eyelids fall shut. the silence that follows isn't empty. instead, it’s full and warm, smelling of salt, sandalwood, and the raw fragrancy of his adoration.
the darkness of the room feels like a protective veil. in the stillness, with his warmth still grounding you and his scent filling your lungs, you finally let your own eyes close, drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep cradled in the arms of the man who loves you more than he has the words to say.
a/n: lemme know if i should make a mini series w these two, and their little family!! i very much enjoyed writing for them hehe
synopsis: toji’s bunny hybrid wife is desperate to have him put a baby in her
cw include: bunny hybrid!reader, black fem!reader, super fluffy & domestic asf . . and then things just get super horny, she sends him a naughty pic, phone sex??, masturbation, pillow humping, lowkey scent kink, some sloppy kisses, lots of praise, 69 position, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (baby, babe, bunny, honey, sweetness), spanking, multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, rough sex & slow sex, breeding kink, creampie, cervix fucking bc it’s toji, choking, breath play, lactation kink, body worship . . i think that’s about it . . . wc: 17.9k
“i’m home.”
the sound of the door shutting, and boots being kicked off brought a smile to your face, your hands quickly wiping against your apron to semi-clean them off.
“i’m in the kitchen!” you called back, opening the oven to place a pan full of one of tojis favorite meals inside. while you were bent over, you felt a sudden presence behind you, making you smile the tiniest bit.
while closing up the oven, a pair of hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you back even more. you were instantly relaxed. his chest felt hard, hot, comforting.
“hi bunny,” your husband whispered into the crook of your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft skin. your caramel colored, floppy ear twitched at the affection.
“hi honey . . i missed you.”
he hummed into your neck, and maneuvered you both to the side, away from the stove. the last time he surprised you in front of the appliance, he accidentally set half of his hand on one of the slowly cooling eyes while getting lost in your kisses, leaving him with a nasty burn.
it made him laugh thinking back on it, but you on the hand didn’t see the humor in it in the slightest.
“what smells so good in here, hm? smells like—”
“turkey wings,” you grinned, running your hands over his shoulders, and down his beefy arms.
he was wearing a black, long sleeve shirt, and on top of that were his navy blue overalls. his boots were long discarded, and sitting on the shoe rack by the door. they were replaced by his thick, black slippers that he’s had since you first moved into the cottage—they were a little . . well, a lot worn out, but he insisted they still felt as new as the day he got them.
his hand, calloused, but kinda soft from the lotion he applied before leaving work, caressed the apple of your cheek. “mm, you spoil me. s’just what i needed after how fuckin’ cold it was today.”
his fingers trailed from your cheek, to your jaw, and down to your neck, grasping it from the side so he could pull you in for a sweet, but quick kiss.
“yeah, i was . . mm, shocked that you guys didn’t wrap it up early from how low the temperature dropped. i hope you don’t catch a cold from being out in that all day,” you pouted, melting into his touch as his hand moved back up to cup the entire left side of your face.
the size of his hands never failed to shock you every now and again.
“heh, as long as i’m drinking that elderberry tea every night n’ morning, i don’t think i’ll be getting sick anytime soon,” he grinned, nose brushing against yours. “you started nesting yet?”
your head shook back and forth slowly, “nah, not yet. the urge to do it is getting stronger though, so i’ll probably do it either tomorrow, or the next day.”
three days from now, you would be going into heat, and toji always liked to be prepared for it.
he made sure his shifts at work were covered for the next ten days—starting with the day before your heat comes on. a heating pad and raspberry leaf tea were always on standby to help your intense cramps, and he kept the fridge packed with prepped meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. once your heat started, you were glued to him for the entirety of it, and because of that, cooking became a bit of a hassle. so, he started meal prepping, and so far it’s been his savior.
when it came to you nesting, he liked to leave shirts, hoodies, and occasionally sweatpants—so you could drown yourself in his scent to your hearts content. it was never as good as getting it straight from the source, but when he had to detach himself to use the bathroom, or take a phone call from work, it sufficed.
“you smell nice,” you hummed, trailing your nose along the edge of his jawline, and up to the spot below his ear—that’s where his scent was strongest.
your ears perked up, brushing over toji’s face and tickling him. he brought up a hand up, softly scratching the back of them. the slight tremble in your body had the scarred side of his lip quirking into a smirk.
“i-i made you some pound cake too—‘know you been craving it real bad.”
god, you always knew the right things to say to make him wanna bend you over, n’ fuck you silly.
his lips were soft against the skin of your neck as he pressed a wet kiss to it. “you know, i was gonna go shower, but i think i might justttt—”
“not while my turkey wings are vulnerable of being overcooked,” you grinned, licking the shell of his ear, “and no, i won’t just ‘turn it on low’.”
“mmcht, whatever—at least let me get some sugar before i go. ‘been thinking about your lips all day.” he was already leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, stealing nearly all of your breath away.
you smiled against his lips, hands clutching onto his shirt. “i’m sure you have been with that nasty mind of yours. now go shower, and stop distractin’ me.”
and off he went, not an ounce of shame in his eyes as he basically eye-fucked you on his entire assent up the stairs.
he didn’t know it, but you were secretly buttering him up as much as possible so he would say yes to your newest request.
a baby.
your own bundle of joy that was yours, and tojis, to love and nurture.
you wanted it to have his eyes, with your lips, and his precious smile, with your dark curls. you wanted toji’s love for music, and your love for reading to pass onto them, and if you were lucky, you’d get them to love baking just as much as you did—boy or girl, it didn’t matter in the slightest.
at first you thought it was your heat talking—which was why you never said anything, but even after it passed, the thought of bearing toji’s children never failed to cross your mind at least three times a day now.
so here you were, nearly at peak ovulation with hope in your heart that he’d give you what you wanted.
kids were discussed, but not frequently—and you didn’t want to scare toji, but you feared that if he didn’t put a baby in you soon, you would surely lose your mind.
you skipped your past few birth control pills, and you had plans to skip them tonight, hoping that this would give your body enough time prepare itself for his seed.
on the off chance that he actually declined your offer, you were prepared to take your birth control once more, but if the universe was on your side, you’d be pregnant within the next couple of days.
while you iced the poundcake, and hummed a quiet tune to yourself. your imagination ran wild, filling your head with different scenarios of your future family.
you imagined toji building your little one a mud kitchen, and how they’d play with it together while you watched from afar, probably baking something because you were sure your baby would develop your sweet tooth.
“god, it smells like heaven down here.”
his voice made your heart swell. you were so in love.
“and it’s just about finished. why don’t you go play us a little something to listen to while i make your plate, hm?” you grinned, turning the eyes of the stove off.
“will do!” you heard him call from the living room, and by the sounds of it, he had already started rummaging around for a vinyl.
watching television during dinner was something you didn’t typically do—instead you would take turns playing different vinyls while you ate and cleaned up.
just as you finished plating some garlic mashed potatoes onto his plate, a song started playing.
la, la, la—never thought that we would ever be more than friends
now i’m all confused ‘cause for you, i had deeper feelings
“haven’t heard you play this one in a while,” you commented, carefully placing four turkey wings on the white porcelain.
toji peeked over your shoulder, hungrily swiping his salivating tongue over his bottom lip. “yeah . . couldn’t get this song specifically out of my head today.”
“mm, well good choice—now go sit. you want sweet tea? or i made some raspberry lemonade earlier?”
“ouu, lemonade please, baby. i just downed a glass of whiskey n’ need something sweet to chase it down with.”
your nose scrunched up at the mention of the foul tasting drink, “i don’t know how you drink that shit.” your body did a one eighty, and you quickly made your way over the table to set his plate in front of him. “but one raspberry lemonade coming up.”
the two of you ate in a comfortable silence, too busy indulging in the delicious meal you cooked to carry on a conversation.
“is it good, honey?” you asked after a good fifteen minutes, dabbing your lips with a cloth napkin.
toji took a long gulp of the lemonade, and relaxed more into his chair making you giggle. “i swear every time you make these, they get better and better.”
you smiled, floppy ears perking up at the praise. “i injected them with this herb butter i made, so they’d come out juicer. pretty damn good idea if i do say so myself.”
“you’ve outdone yourself again, baby. thank you so much. now, lemme get these plates up—”
“oh no, no, no—i’ll do it!”
toji raised a thick brow in confusion, head cocking slightly to the side. “baby . . you’ve done more than enough tonight. let me at least get the dishes.”
you were already pushing out of your chair, shaking your head back and forth in protest. “and you’ve just spent the whole day building houses, and managing people in the cold. let me do a little extra tonight, yeah? sit tight, and i’ll cut you a slice of poundcake.”
when you swiped up his plate, he gently grabbed your wrist, keeping you in a place.
“ . . . thank you. you’re such a doll.”
“anything for you, husband.”
toji bit his lip, and laid a firm smack on your behind, making you giggle like a school girl with a crush.
thoughts of taking turns feeding your child in their high chair crossed your mind, and you couldn’t help but smile about it to yourself. you’d make them their own baby food, of course, and purée everything by hand because nothing was better than homemade food prepared by ones own momma.
“here you go, honey. i hope you enjoy it,” you muttered, setting the plate containing a hefty slice of poundcake on the table.
“mm, thank you, sugar. looks fuckin’ great.”
you hummed, and nibbled on your lip, deciding if you should turn the charm up a notch.
toji let out groan when you firmly squeezed at his shoulders, your thumbs digging into the tense muscles. “that’s right, honey, just relax for me. you had such a long day, n’ i wanna make it better,” you spoke softly, rolling your hands over the muscles on his back.
his favorite dinner, poundcake, and a massage??
the cogs in toji’s brain began to turn, and it was around his fourth bite when he realized you were up to something.
“baby.”
“hm?”
“what do you want?” he spoke lowly with a mouthful of cake.
your hands briefly paused, confirming his suspicions. he couldn’t help but smirk. what a sneaky little bunny of a wife he’s got.
“w-what do you mean, lover? i always try my best to spoil you after you’ve had a hard day,” you mumbled, digging your thumb into a particularly large knot.
toji’s head tipped low, his eyes fluttering shut in pain threaded with intense pleasure. you always gave the best massages.
his hand wrapped around your wrist, pausing your movements. “hah—yeah, but you only make poundcake for special occasions. it’s your tell. so, what do you want, hm?”
you sighed letting your hands go limp, and fall to your sides. it didn’t shock toji in the slightest when you took your rightful place in his lap, your hand coming to scratch at the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“well . . .”
“heh, i knew it. what does my baby need, huh? name it, and its yours.”
your lips parted, then shut, a furrow coming between your brows. why were you so nervous all of a sudden??
toji noticed this, and thumbed the space between your eyebrows, his lips lifting into a small, but comforting smile. “don’t think too hard about it. you don’t need to be scared to ask me nothing, you know i’d do anything for you.”
anything.
anything had to include a baby right? right.
“well . . i’ve been doing some thinking, and i think it’s time we thought about . . . um, expanding our family.”
when he didn’t say anything, you continued.
“i think i’m ready to be a mom, a-and i think you’d be an amazing dad. we have that extra room that’s just going to waste, and a huge backyard just waiting for be filled with little dark haired babies!”
“babies,” toji breathed out, his eyes widening slightly.
you offered him a smile, and another forkful of poundcake, which he hesitantly accepted.
“ideally, i would like three, but two is fine. i jus’ want lots of kids, and then grandkids, and then maybe even some great—um, honey? are you alright? you look like you’re about to go cross eyed.”
toji blinked slowly once, twice, thrice.
he couldn’t remember the last time you discussed children together, and now you were talking about your future great grandchildren.
he simply couldn’t wrap his head around it all.
“okay, one more thing n’ then i’m done—but just imagine how cute i’d look pregnant! and odds are if we have three; at least two of the little cuties will get my bunny gene.”
he could feel your tail twitch underneath your dress, indicating that you were getting more and more excited as the seconds passed.
“say something, please.”
his eyes flit to yours, and he practically melted on the spot. you were extremely hopeful, he could see it in your eyes—they were sparkling.
“i think . . . i think it’s a fuckin’ great idea, baby,” he grinned, mossy green eyes brightening up just as much as yours. “we’ve been married long enough, i think it’s about time we bring a couple of brats in the world.”
you told yourself you wouldn’t cry if he said yes, but that didn’t stop hot tears from pooling at your lash line.
“you really mean it, love?”
toji’s fingers scratched at the tender spot behind your drooped ears, making you shudder. “i mean, i was shocked for a second, but then i started thinking about a mini us . . . and you being pregnant. i think you’d make a rather cute pregnant lady.”
his hand trailed down to the back of your neck, cupping it gently, “i can picture it now—you all round n’ cute while taking care of the garden in the spring. if we’re successful in the next couple of weeks, we’ll have ourselves a little autumn baby, which is what?”
“our favorite season,” you sniffled, nose twitching cutely in an attempt to hold your tears in.
“did you really think i would say no, and break your heart like that?” he chuckled, pushing down on your neck gently so your lips could meet his in a kiss.
“stopppp! i don’t know!”
the fluffiness of your ears tickled his jaw as you burrowed your face in his neck, a dopey smile spreading across your lips.
“i think we should wait until your heat starts. you’re fertile, n’ you’ll be ovulating like crazy. i reckon it’ll take much better if we do it around then, yeah?”
gosh, it was really happening. you couldn’t believe your ears.
“oh! i guess we should scrap your birth control too, huh? by the look on your face, though, i’m assuming you stopped already?” the smirk he was sporting was almost irritating. he was always able to read you so well.
you twiddled your fingers together, a fresh wave of heat spreading across your cheeks from embarrassment. “maybe . . . it’s only been a couple days, though. i’ll throw them out tonight.”
it was silent for a few beats, but it was a comfortable silence.
you found yourself nuzzling your face back into his neck, while he slowly rocked you both back and forth, back and forth.
there were other things that needed to be discussed regarding this topic, but all toji wanted to do was just bask in the silence. a few days from now, your lives will change forever, and although it lowkey scared the shit out of him, he was also queasy with excitement.
you’d be the perfect mom, he was sure of it.
and because female bunny hybrids were built for carrying multiple children on multiple occasions (if they choose) you both knew there would be little to no risks involved.
toji was so lost in his thoughts thinking about the next couple of months that he didn’t even notice you were snoring until a few minutes after.
he looked down, and there you were—ears drooped over your shoulders while little snores left your parted lips. after being anxious all day about the baby talk, and indulging in a big meal, you were absolutely slumped, practically melting into a puddle of nothing but sugar, spice, n’ everything nice as he rocked you side to side.
unfortunately, your slumber was soon interrupted.
“mm, hey. wake up, bunny.”
“nooo . . .”
“yes. you already know i plan on carrying you, so why’re you fussin’ at me, hm?” his tone was gentle, almost teasing like.
you fell silent again, drowsiness overcoming you heavily.
it was impossible to keep your eyes open at this point, so you just gave in, mumbling something about how he’s on cleaning duty before falling asleep once again.
you didn’t stir out of your sleep once as he carried you upstairs, and tucked you into bed, but he was rewarded with an adorable nose twitch when he slipped your bonnet over your hair. you didn’t exactly make it easy for him, but he was eventually able to remove your dress and bra, leaving you in nothing but some cotton, baby pink panties.
that night, you had one of the most vivid dreams you’ve ever had in your life. visions of children with caramel colored skin, and dark hair to go with their fuzzy ears played behind your closed eyelids. you could hear their giggles and playful shrieks as if they were really there.
and when you awoke the next morning, your heart was heavy, but full, because you knew in the days to come, toji would successfully put a baby in you, and make you the mother you’ve been dreaming about becoming.
the first few hours of your heat were always the worst.
before becoming unbearably aroused, you were greeted with nauseating cramps that left you a teary, curled up mess. drinking tea or a heating pad helped—sometimes.
but nothing could compare to the human furnace that was your husband.
he radiated the warmth of a thousand suns, and then some more, bringing you just enough warmth to lull you into a painless sleep.
so here you were, curled into his naked chest while you whined into his ear every now again about how miserable you were feeling.
“tojiiiii.”
“i know, honey, i know,” he sighed into your hair, running a rough hand over your back.
the thin shirt you were wearing was damp with sweat, clinging to your slicked skin so uncomfortably, you almost wanted to cry from overstimulation.
“you want me to run you a bath? might help you a little—”
“noooo! too much movin’ around. plus the soap will make your good smell go away.”
‘good smell’ being his natural musk that would only get stronger as the hours ticked by. it was a woodsy scent with a tinge of vanilla and bourbon mixed in. it was intoxicating, and if you could inject it into your veins, you would without a single bit of hesitation.
before toji could even get another word out, you were letting out a strained yelp, your head burrowing itself further into the crook of his neck.
god, he hated this.
he hated seeing his wife in so much pain, and the fact that there was absolutely nothing he could do besides let it take its course frustrated him greatly.
they only lasted for a few hours, but it somehow always felt like a century to you.
“just stay here, and listen to me complain please . .” your voice was weak, barely above a whisper as you relaxed more into his muscly arms. you could feel sleep overcoming you for the second time that morning, your eyelids already beginning to droop.
toji’s arms tightened around your form, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. his nostrils flared in a sigh of relief. you were finally going to sleep again.
if he was lucky, you’d be knocked out until that familiar gnawing arousal woke you up, and you could use him to your hearts desire. finally, he’d be useful to you, and not just some big oaf, holding you and cooing in your ear about how he wished he could take your pain away.
“of course, pretty girl. i’ll be here as long as you need me too, i’m all yours. forever.”
slowly, your eyes shut, and your breathing had gone shallow. a few minutes later, tiny snores could be heard from your parted lips, and that’s when toji could finally relax.
he didn’t dare move a muscle, too scared that he’d stir you awake and keep you up.
it worked for a good half hour, and he even caught himself drifting off, but then his phone started vibrating, instantly souring his mood.
his phone was on do not disturb, obviously, but there was only one person who was able to call during the ten days you were both isolated from the world; satoru gojo.
he was toji’s right hand man at work, and by the grace of god managed to hold it down whenever he was away—which wasn’t very often except for special occasions like now.
he knew not to call unless it was an emergency, and was in dire need of toji’s help—and even then he should tread lightly when calling, so toji could only imagine the bullshit he was about to hear.
“this better be good,” he sighed into the phone, voice laced with pure annoyance.
“uh, yeah, we got a bit of a situation here, boss. i’m here with the couple whose house we’re workin’ on, and the wife is having a shit fit because we got the wrong hardwood flooring.”
toji could’ve sworn his heart stopped right then and there. he almost jolted up, but then he was reminded of the sleeping bunny hybrid in his arms, and let out a deep, shaky breath.
“what do you mean we got the wrong fucking— *sigh* what do mean we got the wrong wood, satoru? did she, or did she not request brazilian walnut flooring?”
“w-well that’s what i told her, but she insisted she requested brazilian cherry. her husband looks terrified of her, so you already know he’s taking her side, and now they’re threatening to pull the entire project, and—”
oh, he could’ve went into cardiac arrest right then and there.
in all the years toji has been in this line of work, he’s never had a customer so dissatisfied they wanted to stop working with him. he would be damned if that started now—right as he was about to start a family of his own.
his jaw ticked, a furrow nestling between his brows. “okay, okay, stop talking. just let me think for a sec.”
“there is no time for thinking, fushiguro! i need you to get your ass up here right now, and sort this shit out before this woman has an aneurysm. let’s not forget there’s also a couple hundred thousand dollars on the line.”
all toji could do was let his head flop back into the plush pillow beneath him, his heart feeling heavier by the moment. his fingers trailed over the soft tufts of fur on your ears, eliciting a quiet, sleepy noise from you.
you were so precious is actually strained him.
“but—but i can’t. i-i can’t just leave my wife here now! you already know how it goes, ‘toru, she needs me here—”
“well, i need you here, man! look, we’ll try to keep it brief, and fix the problem so you can get home to the missus on time, but we cannot lose this client . . . you mentioned like a day ago that you two were thinking about kids right?”
toji’s lips quirked into a small smile at the mention, “yes . . .”
“if we seal the deal with these guys, and make ‘em happy, that’s your kids college fund right. fucking. there. or better yet—! that’s money for a . . ah, what’s that shit called where you vacation before it’s born?”
“a babymoon?”
“yes! precisely! now are you with me, or are you with me? it’ll take like a half hour—forty five minutes tops.”
“yeah, plus the hour long drive it takes to get there n’ back,” he sighed, already eyeing the walk-in closet.
as much as he hated it, his mind was made up, and he was not pleased with the decision.
with a low grunt, he maneuvered your sleeping form to the side, careful not to jostle you awake. thankfully, you only stirred a bit before going still again, your face nuzzling into the plush of your pillow.
“tell those assholes not to lose their heads, n’ that i’ll be there soon.”
and with that, toji was hanging up with a frustrated grunt.
for a moment he just stared at you, lips drooping into a frown at how content you looked. he didn’t want to leave your side—not even for a moment, but selfishly enough there was too much money on the line that could be put towards his family. he had to do it.
at least that’s what he kept telling himself as he got dressed. guilt was laced in every movement he made, only making it harder for him leave you.
he trudged over to the bed, and looked down at you with nothing but love swirling in his green irises. “i’m sorry . . . so sorry, honey. i’ll be back as soon as i can—before you even wake up, i promise.”
it was a risk giving you a kiss, but he didn’t give a shit in the slightest, giving your forehead three quick kisses that simply weren’t long enough.
“i’m sorry . .” he muttered once more, his heart nearly cracking in two as he exited the bedroom.
[ new message sent to bunny ᰔ ]
hi sweet girl. i’m hoping you won’t even read this, but if you are . . i promise, i won’t be gone long. 911 emergency @ work.
in fact i might even be otw home as you’re reading this!
just remember to keep a steady mind, and take care of yourself. i love you!
the first thing that greeted you when you opened your eyes was darkness.
the bedside lamp that was once on before was now turned off, and the midday sky had now gone black thanks to daylight savings.
sleepily, you nuzzled your face into the plush of your pillow, your hand reaching over to the side in search of your husband.
strangely, you felt nothing.
your eyes snapped open, manicured fingers clenching around the cold sheet. this was odd . . . extremely odd, because even if you were asleep, and toji needed to take a piss, he’d bring you with him without a second thought.
so, where could he have gone?
“tojiiiii!” you called out, face nuzzling into the hoodie he left beside you.
when you received no answer, you slowly sat up, ears perking up to hear any noise or movement around the house.
you heard absolutely nothing.
“what—? hah,” you hunched over in pain, lashes fluttering shut as your last cramp of the evening washed over you.
it was only a matter of time before the real shit kicked in, and you’d turn into a blubbering mess with soaked panties.
“what the fuck,” you hissed, snatching up your phone. the sudden bright light stung your eyes, but what stung even more was the text you read over three times from your husband.
it was almost comical how big your eyes got, but what wasn’t funny, was the way your ears straightened and how every hair on your body stood up in anger.
“i’m . . i’m gonna kill him. i’m gonna murder him—fuck, fuck, fuck!” you whined, dramatic tears filling up your lash line already.
out of all days, toji just had to pick up a shift today? at the start of your heat? the day when it would be at its strongest, and most unbearable?
[ new message sent to husband ㅤꨄ︎ ]
oh my god.
i could literally strangle you right now!!!!!!!!
look at this!!!
[ 1 new image sent to husband ㅤꨄ︎ ]
you’ve never sent a nude to your man out of pure anger before, but here you were; knees nearly stretched stretched to your shoulders while you held your phone out to take a pic of your soaked, panty clad pussy. the lavender colored fabric was now more of a dark purple thanks to obscene amount of slick dripping from your cunt.
with a whimper, you pressed two fingers rather roughly against your covered, clit. your body tensed, a surge of pleasure shooting down your back.
it was ridiculous at how quickly you became aroused, and usually, toji would be on his stomach first thing, nose pressed against your clit all while his skilled tongue caressed your entrance—but today for the first time since you met him, he wasn’t there.
you only suffered through three heats by yourself since you began having them, and right now, you couldn’t even remember how you were able to get through them alone.
buzz! buzz! buzz!
your breath hitched at the sound of your phone vibrating, and when you peaked over to see who it was, it was none other than the man of the hour; toji.
with a growl, you snatched your phone up and answered the call, angrily pressing the speaker button afterwards.
“you motherfuck—”
“i know! i know, i know, i knowwww—i’m an ass, and the worst husband in the world i’m so sorry, baby.”
your nostrils flared in a sigh, the furrow between your brows deepening, “why are you at work right now? what could’ve possibly been so important—more important than my heat?! the baby making?!”
you really didn’t mean to sound so bitchy—especially when you needed him, and his stupid dick more than oxygen right now, but whew!
angry wasn’t even the word.
“when are you gonna be homeeee? i’m this close to touching myself, and you know how i feel about that.”
you could hear him sigh on the other end, followed by some low curses.
“look, i know you’re really upset, and you have every right to be, but there was a situation involving a high end client that i had to take care of. they were threatening to pull the project, and that’s the last thing we need right now—especially if you’re gonna be having a baby this year . .”
and just like that, your brows drifted back into place, and the scowl on your lips was replaced with a thin line.
“you know i wouldn’t have left you there alone if it wasn’t important, sugar. fortunately for you though, we just finished up so i’ll be home within the hour.”
your teeth caught onto your bottom lip, fluffy tail twitching in excitement. before you could even realize what you were doing, your hand was trailing between your thighs, and resting on the mound of your pussy.
he always had his most attractive voice on when he apologized to you. you didn’t know if it was purposeful or not, but right now you didn’t care to know—all you knew was that it was turning you on more than it should’ve, and those images you had of yourself throttling his thick neck in anger soon turned into a fantasy.
“you’re not too mad at me, are you? i’ve missed you like crazy since i left . . . although, i did enjoy that little picture you sent.”
the small chuckle you heard on the other end had your cunt clenching around nothing almost painfully.
your brain was so muddled from horniness, you quite literally forgot the nude you sent to him out of pure irritation that quickly.
“mmcht. it wasn’t meant to arouse you, it was meant to show you how angry i am!”
“well anger has never looked so good on you before. have you taken them off yet? i know you hate the feeling of the fabric against her when she’s too wet.”
your breath hitched, trembling fingers bunching up the soft garment. irritatingly enough, he was right—you hated the feeling of sitting in slicked up panties for too long. it was a sensory overload, and not the kind that you were into.
with a huff, you were yanking them down, and kicking them to the side. “i just took ‘em off. now what’s your eta? it’s really starting to—ngh, h-hurt.”
your voice was calm, and laced with faux irritation, but it was slowly crumbling away the more your husband talked to you in that soft, low tone.
“m’on the highway now . . shouldn’t take no more than forty five minutes, maybe an hour tops if it rains. just remember to stay levelheaded, and not get frustrated with yourself, yes? your body is probably used to me helping you out, so you might not get that feeling you’re looking for by yourself.”
he was right yet again.
every brush of your fingers against your puffy clit felt like nothing but numbness compared to toji’s. you delved your fingers lower, circling them over your dripping hole to collect more wetness, and brought them back up. your clit throbbed from the light pressure you applied.
“i don’t know if i’ll survive an hour . . stay on the phone with me? please? i promise i won’t distract you from driving.”
there was some shuffling on the other end, and then he spoke low, n’ sweet—
“of course, bunny.”
a half hour later, and the thin shirt you were wearing was long discarded, hanging haphazardly off the side of the bed. you a had a pillow, tojis pillow, lodged between your thick thighs, and pathetic wasn’t even the word to describe the scene of you humping the soft cotton.
the phone sitting between your shoulder was slowly becoming slick with sweat from how quickly you were rocking your hips, and if it weren’t for tojis encouraging words going directly into your ear, you surely would’ve collapsed in a pile of defeat and tears.
“g-god, it’s not working babe! i need you here—here with me,” your words were a bit slurred, and laced with pure want.
all the sounds that left your pouted lips went straight to tojis dick, making it almost impossible for him to stay levelheaded. he needed to though—for you.
he could hear your frustration. the wavering in your voice as your fucked out brain tried to form a sentence for him.
he had to keep you calm for just a bit longer.
“jus’ go slow, baby. try to circle your hips like you do on my dick, yeah?”
you let out a high pitched whine, and slammed your phone down on the bed before pressing the speaker button. your clit felt raw against the soft material of the pillow, too spent from chasing a high that was just a few steps out of your reach.
streaks of your essence were . . . well, they were just about everywhere. a couple were at the top of the bed where you unsuccessfully tried to finger yourself, and then a few more scattered around from you basically humping the bed like that would do you any good. it was actually toji’s idea for you to use his pillow since your muddled lil brain didn’t think of it first.
“you’re doin’ so good, bunny . . m’so sorry i’m not there—but hey! you wanna know something?”
“h-hm?”
“i’m so fuckin’ hard for you right now. i promise when i get home i’m gonna put those pretty legs up n’ fuc—ahem, make love to you for hours on end. by this time next week, you’ll be pregnant. i’m sure of it.”
his words had desperate tears springing to your eyes, and streaming down your cheeks. never have you once cried from being deprived of some dick, yet here you were—borderline sobbing because toji wasn’t there to fill your guts.
it was becoming too much.
your hips jerked against the pillow rather roughly, and then . . that oh so familiar electric feeling surged throughout your body, making you collapse into the sheets, heaving and whimpering to catch your breath.
your floppy ears twitched, curling in on themselves from the overwhelming sensitivity you were feeling.
toji heard everything, of course. oh, how he wishes he could’ve seen the look on your face.
“heh, did you just cum?”
there it m was. that teasing, taunting like voice he used to make you feel smaller than you already were. his tone was soft, but there was a slight edge to it that always had your brain turning to mush.
you thought back to the time he first used it—back when you still lived in your entirely too small studio apartment, and he stayed in a dingy one bedroom above the restaurant he used to work at before he got into building houses.
you were at his place, perched in his lap with your arms wrapped around his thick neck that adorned a thin, gold chain you had gifted him, all while your tongues danced with one another.
at the time, it was rare you got to see your man with you working two jobs, and him constantly finding some kinda side hustle—so whenever you did see each other, you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.
he was hard . . hot underneath you, and was twitching like crazy making your pussy tingle in ways you didn’t even know were possible.
but what drove you over the edge were his kisses.
they were always hungry n’ full of want, stealing your breath away each time, and because he was such a greedy man, he rarely let you come up for air unless you made enough noises.
one tongue suckle, and a tender scratch behind your caramel colored ear had you whining into his mouth, your ears sticking straight up as your lower half humped rapidly into his.
“heh, so you like your ears scratched, huh? that’s real cute, bunny.”
it was the first time he called you bunny, and the first time he ever spoke to you in that tone. it made you feel embarrassed . . aroused . . restless.
safe to say, you stuck true to your nature that night, and rode him like that madwoman he made you, your lips not once leaving his even if the breathlessness burned your lungs.
“hello? bunny? where did my girl go, hm?”
and then you were brought back to reality. the ringing in your ears was no more, and black dots no longer clouded your vision—although the intense surges of need you felt in your cunt from your heat never lessened.
your lower half twitched forward, swollen clit smushing against the sticky pillow case with a wet clicking noise.
“bunny?”
“i’m here, sweetness,” you sighed, nuzzling your damp forehead into the mattress. “and i’m ready for you, so please hurry.”
and with that, you were hanging up, and swiping your phone to the side with a grunt.
feral would be the correct word to describe you right now. you felt tense . . out of body—you needed your fucking husband! your human mate, the future father to your children—the only person who could bring you down from this crazed state.
his voice wasn’t enough.
you needed to smell him . . taste him . . sink your teeth into his skin for whatever reason.
it’s been about forty five minutes now, and you could only imagine the look on your husbands face when he walks in and sees the state of his, usually composed, wife.
just as toji pulled in front of the cottage, it began to rain like all hell. random droplets soon turned into a downpour, but that didn’t stop him from bolting full speed to the front door. he nearly busted his ass while kicking off his work boots, but he managed to get inside all in one piece, with no mud trailing behind.
you loved nature, and all it had to offer, but you without a doubt drew the line at mud being brought into your home.
he couldn’t help but wonder if that hatred would dial down once your little one comes into the world.
he blinked three times, and looked around. it was pitch black all around, but he could hear the presence of another in the house—you.
creak . . creak . . creak . . .
the unmistakable sound of your shared king size bed scraping against the hardwood floor had his nostrils flaring. a familiar warmth trickled down his lower belly, and to the tip of his cock, the thick muscle now straining against his jeans.
“my poor bunny,” he hummed, slowly making his way up the stairs. his ears perked up at the salivating noises he heard coming from the bedroom, and although his heart was heavy that you were even brought to such a state, he secretly couldn’t wait to see it.
upon entering the bedroom, toji honestly could’ve fell to his knees, and started crying.
there lay his wife—his sweet, beautiful, bunny of a wife, with not one, but two of his shirts pulled close to you doing unspeakable, disgusting things that would surely leave your cheeks burning if he ever decided to bring it up—he will.
one of the shirts, a plain, black compression shirt that he usually wore on his early morning runs was squished between your trembling thighs, meanwhile the other . . a sleep shirt he wore frequently was covering your nose n’ everything below it.
he couldn’t tell, but you were actually sucking on the shirt—you weren’t sure why . . maybe a comfort thing? it just felt right.
toji took a step forward, a small creaking sound following, and that’s what pulled you out of your daze.
he heard you take a deep inhale, and when you sat up with his shirt dangling from your teeth, he felt his heart swell. you wanted to say something—anything, but all you could mutter out was a weak—
“h-hey?”
toji tongued the inside of his cheek, his eyebrows settling back into place. “c’mere.”
just as he took three long strides forward, you were practically pouncing off the bed, your bodies meeting in a rather rough embrace.
it was like two puzzle pieces perfectly coming together. the way your arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands cupping your backside to pull you upward like it was second nature.
the kiss was messy; a clash of tongue and teeth that left you breathless, and squirming against his form.
“god, i should rip your head off for leaving me like this you . . y-you . . a-ahh.”
your head tipped back onto your shoulder, puffy lips parting as toji lifted you higher to capture one of your nipples between his lips. with the way his nose smushed against your chest, he could barely breathe, but did he care?
the noisy grunts he made against your damp skin was the answer.
“got your . . y-your nerves leaving me here all by lonesome.” one of your hands fisted at the dark hairs at the nape of his neck, making him groan. “i’ve never had sooo much trouble orgasming before—ngh, it was torture, honey.”
toji released your nipple with a pop before lowering you back down, his lips pressing against yours feverishly.
“m’gonna make it up to you, bunny, i promise . . n’ i know exactly how i’m gonna do it.”
you didn’t bother to ask any questions, or even put the energy into forming one, you just let toji do what he did best.
treat you like his personal plaything in the most loving way possible.
“you wanna undress me, or get right to it?” he spoke lowly, setting you on the edge of the bed. when your knees collided with the mattress, your arms hooked themselves around his slim waist, pulling him closer.
“mm, undress yourself n’ lemme watch,” you mumbled into his hard stomach. he smelt of cinnamon, spice, and musk—a deadly combination for someone in a situation such as yourself.
his jacket was discarded first, and then the black long sleeve shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly. the second a sliver of skin was shown, you were mouthing at it, making him grin.
his abs that he didn’t try very hard to get clenched under your soft tongue. “watch closely now,” he chuckled, veiny hands settling on his belt buckle. he undid it slowly, gauging your every reaction with a predatory stare.
“o-oh!” your lips parted in a moan when he wrapped the belt along the back of your neck. the leather was cool against your scorching skin, and when he tugged justtt a little bit, your chin was pressing against the thick bulge in his jeans.
“let me have it, honey . . please.”
with a groan, toji released the belt, and cupped your cheeks in his rough palms. “as long as you keep on lookin’ at me like that, you can have anything you want from me, gorgeous.”
your eyes never once left his as you pulled his jeans down almost torturously slow. brown irises that were usually so soft n’ bright were eaten up by your blown out pupils, giving you that dazed, spacey look like an actual bunny.
“you’re so hard . . does it hurt?”
his breath hitched when you hooked two manicured fingers in the waistband of his gray briefs. “just a little—nothing compared to what you’ve been dealing with though, my strong girl.”
your nose ran along the veins that trailed into his briefs, and without an ounce of shame, you inhaled . . deeply.
toji’s musk was something you were more addicted to than anything on this earth. it was so uniquely him, and never failed to make your mouth water, even after all these years of being married.
“stop torturing yourself, n’ suck it, baby. shaking like a leaf down there.”
and he wasn’t lying—you were almost vibrating in excitement, but it was only in your nature to get your fill of his enticing scent.
with a quick tug, toji’s briefs were pulled down mid thigh, exposing his most mouth watering appendage.
toji was big . . like intimidatingly big. he had the kind of dick that would have literally anyone’s eyes bug out of their head. he was so long n’ thick, that it didn’t even stand up . . . no, no—it just sat hot and heavy on his muscly thigh with thick, shiny globs of pre dribbling from the tip. two thick, mean veins throbbed on the underside, and trailed all the way down his base where a coarse patch of jet black hair was. he didn’t like the clean shaven look, but he also didn’t like the unshaven look because in his opinion, it made him look rather beastly—he eventually found a happy medium that worked for the both of you, though.
the tip, pretty as ever, was a dark pink color that matched his full lips perfectly, but if he waited long enough, like now—it’d eventually turn into this deep mauve pinkish color. the underside beneath was terribly sensitive, and he constantly had to remind you that since it was your favorite spot to lick at.
“remember,” he spoke lowly, gripping your chin between two fingers, “this is all about you. whatever position, whatever pace . . anything you want, i’ll give it to you. jus’ make sure you don’t overdo it n’ pass out on me, okay?”
there was a slight humerus tone in his words, but his eyes were as serious as ever.
as silly as it sounded, you had a slighttt problem with not knowing your limits, but how could you when your husband had the stamina of a bull hybrid! it didn’t matter if he came twice or five times, his dick would still be hard, and ready to give you more cum if you were ready for it.
“i can’t make any promises, but i will try my absolute best,” you grinned up at him, already looking cockdrunk just from his scent.
“that’s my girl—hah, m-my good girl,” he hummed, patting over your messy curls as you gripped his cock gently.
your tongue poked out, carefully tracing around the bulbous tip before licking over his slit. it was salty, but because of his healthy diet, there was this slight sweetness that had you drooling.
before toji met you, he was surviving off of takeout from his job and instant ramen, but once you came into the picture, his eating habits became a top priority of yours—not because you wanted to change the he looked or make him feel bad, but because you wanted him to feel like his best, most healthiest self.
“you need more fiber in your diet, babe.”
“this ramen contains soooo much sodium, you’d be better off with me making it for you with some extra stuff added!”
“we live in a society where people are dying more n’ more often because they aren’t getting enough fiber! you need need fiber—you got any lentils in here or something?”
one would think this might be annoying, but it actually made toji’s heart swell that you cared so much for him.
and because of this diet change, he started feeling better mentally and physically! he sleeps better, is wayyyy less tired, less sluggish, and now you can actually swallow his cum instead of making that face like you did the first few times he nutted in your mouth.
“tastes really good . .” you muttered, pink tongue swiping over your bottom lip before fully wrapping your lips around the oozing tip.
“mm, yeah. been eating more fruit lately if you haven’t noticed.” his eyes flicked down to yours, and he could’ve busted right there just from how precious you looked beneath him. if he could have any image burned into his brain for eternity—it would be the sight of your glazed over eyes looking up at him like he handcrafted all the planets, and the stars by hand. “you’re so beautiful y’know that? prettiest little bunny that ever walked this earth.”
you hummed at the praise, removing the tip from your mouth to press wet, sloppy kisses up n’ down the length of him. “you gonna still think that even when i’m blown up like beach ball?”
while you thought your little joke was funny, toji could only snarl, and wrap a fist around your hair, pulling you back. “don’t talk like that . . even as a joke. i already know your body is gonna start lookin’ a bit different n’ i don’t want you to think for even a second that it would make me any less attracted to you. i love your body now, and i will love your pregnant body, and then the mommy body you will have afterwards just as much.”
woah . . .
you didn’t expect toji to say such sweet words, but they had your hormonal brain in a whirl. you didn’t know why, but him talking about your ‘mommy body’ made you want to cry.
just another reminder that this was all very much real and happening.
“don’t get all emotional on me now, baby.” his snarl was replaced by a soft smile, and the grip he once had on your hair was now nothing more than him just cupping the back of your head. “i didn’t mean to get all sappy . . just had to let you know that real quick, even though you should already know.”
“i do, honey, i do. you’re so sweet to me,” your voice was low, breathy, n’ seductive as ever as you pressed a tongue filled kiss to the spot below his tip. his cock twitched against your lips, smearing the tiniest bit of pre on the side of your jaw. “you’re gonna be such a good daddy.”
“fuck—and, you’re gonna be such a good fuckin’ momma. c’mere—”
in this moment toji didn’t much of a damn about his own pleasure. all he wanted to do was get wrapped up in you! he wanted to smell you, taste you, caress any part of your supple skin that he could get his hands on.
so to satiate both of your needs, in came one of his favorite positions; the sixty-nine position.
it was a favorite of his for many reasons, and at the top of that list was the mutual pleasure you both got from being able to give to the other at the same time.
toji was now completely undressed, back pressed against a mountain of pillows all while he held your hips in a firm grip. your weeping cunt was just inches from his lips, looking more enticing than ever all slicked up n’ puffy for him.
you are already working on his dick, kiss bitten lips slobbering all around the length while you tried to keep your gag reflex at bay.
“makin’ me feel so good down there, bunny,” he groaned, pressing a sweet kiss to your clit. when he pulled away, a line of your essence stuck to his bottom lip, keeping you connected. “come closer . . put that pussy on me.”
your hips lowered slightly, and you could practically feel toji’s smirk burning into your skin, until you finally felt the familiar pleasure of his tongue caressing your clit.
he was soft with it as always, because you hated when men used to lick your pussy too hard. you didn’t know there was such a thing as receiving some actual good head until toji became yours. maybe it was because he was a few years older, or maybe he just had the common sense, but there was a never time you had to fake an orgasm or a moan with him.
he took his time no matter where you were, or what time of day it was, because there was no sense in rushing something as sensual as eating pussy.
the only downside to him being so good at it, was that it made it so hard for you to concentrate on sucking him off!
when you pulled off of his cock with a lewd pop, he let out a long exhale, and relaxed more into the bed. the center of his tongue laved over your swollen button, alternating between moving left and right, and slow figure eights.
“gosh, honey,” you mewled, lips curling into an adorable pout. this . . this was the feeling that you had been waiting for ever since you woke up about two and a half hours ago, and although waiting for toji that long had you feeling less than ungodly, he was more than worth the wait.
toji mumbled something incoherent into the soft skin of your folds, and then brought a hand up to touch softly at your tail.
besides your ears, your tail was one of the most sensitive parts of you—a part only toji is allowed to even think about touching. the feeling of his skillful fingers running over the soft, white tufts of fur never failed to get you noisy.
“s-soft, honey, soft please . .” your head drooped forward, and your hips completely dropped, engulfing toji between your soaked thighs. “oh fuck, y-your nose!” you squealed, moving forward only for toji to pull you right back, his nose prodding at your entrance once more.
“keep still,” he growled into your pussy, pulling away only slightly to get some air. his lips smacked together noisily, making your cheeks heat up. “the more i make you cum, the more likely my cum will take when i finish inside you. now relax, n’ put me back in your mouth—don’t even gotta try to make me cum. just keep daddy warm.”
if you weren’t already in subspace before, you were surely submerged in it now thanks to that last sentence.
it was a name you didn’t use often, but when it was used, trust the night always ended in a blur for you.
“okay *huff* i-i can do that, daddy,” you parroted the name back to him, and took his cock back into your mouth, only stopping when he was halfway in. he was a mouthful, and you loved it. the dizzying feeling of all your senses being consumed by nothing, but him was nothing short of addictive.
“there you go,” he hissed, spreading your folds with both thumbs so he could spit right on your entrance. the clear glob of saliva mixed right in with your juices, and dribbled down the mound of your pussy. “good pussy,” he muttered before sucking your clit between his plush lips.
your hips had a mind of their own, alternating between swaying side to side, and moving back and forth so you could feel his nose graze your entrance.
“m’gonna cum, baby. i-i’m—hah!”
that ringing you heard earlier returned as your second orgasm of the night washed over in harsh waves. your hips jerked violently, but toji kept a firm grip on you, so he could continue eating with no interruptions. his tongue swirled over your abused button before cupping it, and suckling on it once more to milk your orgasm for all it was worth.
“oouu shit,” toji moaned into your cunt, his thighs flexing when you squeezed roughly at the tip of his cock. “gimme one more, n’ daddy’ll fuck you nice and sweet.”
he pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, the scarred side of his lips quirking up when you jerked forward. “that sound good to you, bunny?”
you didn’t say anything, too far in your daze to even register his words. all that you knew was that you needed more. your eyes flicked down to toji’s neglected dick, and you almost whined at the sight.
he looked even bigger than usual, stretching nearly to be the size of your forearm. the tip had somehow gotten darker, and the mess that oozed from it only got bigger, smearing across his pale thigh.
it was honestly a wonder how he managed to bottom out every time you had sex.
back when it was your first time with him, you admitted out loud, and quite nervously that there was just no way he’d be able to make it fit. his response . . ?
“don’t worry. i’ll make it fit tonight, and all the days after that.”
and he did, but never once with an ounce of roughness, unless you asked for it.
smack! smack!
your chest arched into toji’s abdomen, a stinging sensation now traveling all across the expanse of your right ass cheek. “o-owww! what’d you do that for?” you glanced over your shoulder, lips wobbling into a pout.
toji smooched at the warm skin, his tongue lolling out to soothe the burning feeling. “because i asked you a question, and you didn’t respond . . needed to get your attention some way.”
before you could even respond, toji was licking a fat stripe up your pussy, his tongue circling over your entrance, and pushing in carefully.
a pleasurable furrow settled between your brows, “if you wanted my—my attention, all you had to do was speak up a littleeee—fuck me!”
“mmph—i’m gettin’ to it, mama.”
he was making out with your pussy as this point, and you were leaking like a faucet. creamy dribbles of your cum mixed with spit trailed down his jaw and neck, but the mess didn’t even bother him. it only encouraged him to keep going.
maybe this was a little mean of him, but toji was in a mood to tease you, and what better way to do that than mess with your most sensitive spot?
while he sucked your dewy folds between his shiny lips, two of his fingers circled over your tail before pressing down hard on the area above it. that pressure point right there was your weakness above all weakness, rendering you at his mercy entirely.
“o-oh my . . oh geez . .” your upper body slumped forward, making the lower half push more into toji’s eager tongue. his fingers continued to massage that area above your tail, easing up only slightly on the pressure so you wouldn’t become overstimulated too quickly.
all you could do was move your hips in synch with his tongue, your third orgasm of the night approaching faster than you anticipated.
toji backed away only an inch with a loud smacking sound, his tongue poking out to swipe over his lips and chin. “you’ve gone completely limp. you’re about to cum, aren’t you?”
your eye twitched when you felt the rough pads of his fingertips ghost over your folds, simply feeling up how wet and soft you were. you clenched around nothing, hips bucking forward in a silent plea for him to work you open with those same fingers.
“i can’t do nothin’ until you open that mouth, and use your words.”
smack!
the same hand that was once messing with your tail, came down on your ass hard with a loud swatting sound. “i know what you want . . you want these, right?” his fingers tapped gently at your clit, creating a wet, dewy noise.
“yes . . y-yes, daddy.”
“mm, don’t worry. i’m gonna give ‘em to you.”
he brought his fingers up to his lips, and wetted them up with his tongue—though it wasn’t really needed with how wet, and eager you were to have something stuff your needy cunt.
after being together for almost a decade, toji knew the ins and outs of your body so fucking well. even the little things such as which fingers you preferred most (his ring and middle fingers).
they always curled just right, knocking against that special spot deep inside of you that had you drooling—and when he added his thumb into the mix?? quickest way to get you squirting for him.
which was what he was trying to accomplish now, because why not?
he needed to get your insides nice n’ ready to take his seed, and he was willing to do it by any means possible—even if it meant making you shed a couple tears of overstimulation.
he could hear you sniffling into the sheets . . the way you nails clawed at them in pleasure. you wanted so desperately to move away just a little so you could catch your breath, but the arm toji had slung across your lower back kept you in place.
his fingers moved quick, but his thumb was slow—a talent that you didn’t even know was possible until you met him.
“m’gonna cum, babe, i can’tttt,” you sobbed into the sheets, cunt clenching around toji’s fingers so tight it almost slowed their movements.
“i can tell. looks like it’s gonna be a messy one, bunny.” his fingers pressed down harshly on your g-spot, and moved in slow circles before they continued to fuck back into you.
you were dripping everywhere.
down his wrist, on his chest, down the sides of your trembling thighs. the sounds your pussy was making were just as lewd. a suction-y, wet noise that increased as the seconds ticked by.
he wanted a taste. just a small suckle to your clit to clean it of the cream that covered it, but you were too far gone to have your orgasm stalled any longer.
your body jerked, pedicured feet kicking wildly against the bed, “i’m cummin’, daddy—please!”
at first it was a couple droplets . . then a steady stream . . and soon it turned into a full on fountain, covering toji’s chest and collarbone.
swiftly, he removed his fingers, and latched onto your pussy, his tongue swirling around the entirety of it as you rode out your high. his hands grabbed roughly at your waist, and dragged you up n’ down on his tongue. you, being the fucked out bunny you were, surrendered to him completely, and let him get his fill.
“oh my fuckin’ goodness,” you mewled out. another fresh batch of hot tears brimmed at your lash line, and embarrassingly enough, you could feel a line of drool trailing down your jaw.
“alright now,” toji chuckled, giving your clit one last suckle before releasing it with a lewd smack. “don’t need you passing out on me before we even get to the main event.”
he eventually got you on your back, your head now resting prettily on the same mountain of pillows he was once laying on. your thighs were draped over his, and he was basically hovering over you, giving you nowhere else to look besides in his eyes—or so he thought!
“hey . . cmon now. lemme see that pretty face—i need to see it,” he grinned, bringing a finger up to stroke at one of your ears that was currently covering your face.
“that was a lot, honey. you’ve never eaten me like that before n’ now i feel embarrassed.” your body grew hot remembering the sounds that flew past your lips not even five minutes ago.
“mmcht.”
one of your ears perked up, revealing your right eye. toji was still staring down at you, his lips pulled into a thin, unamused line. “you’re embarrassed because i was eating your pussy too good? that’s a new one. now lemme see the rest of your face, or i’ll leave you to handle this with your fingers.” the tip of his dick rubbed between your sopping folds, only pulling away once he saw that you were enjoying it too much.
you huffed, slowly lifting your ears completely so he could see you.
your eyes were a little red and puffy from crying, which was unfortunate because there would only be more tears to come. your lips were swollen . . a bit raw from chewing on them to keep yourself grounded to earth while he was giving you head.
“there she is . . . my pretty little wife. you ready for me, mama? ready for me to put a baby in this cute belly?” his hand ran over the pudge of your stomach, and then trailed up your chest to wrap around your throat. his hand wrapped around his cock, carefully circling the fat tip around your entrance to collect some of your slick.
you welcomed his touch, melting more into the pillows as the pouring rain outside lulled you more into sub space.
“m’ready for you, honey. been ready for days actually,” you grinned, wiggling your ear under his jaw to tickle him. “i love you.”
almost instantaneously, toji’s eyes softened. the hand that was wrapped around your neck, moved upward to cup your jaw. he kissed you slow n’ sensual, tongue licking over yours because you loved his nasty kisses.
when he pulled away, your lips chased after his absentmindedly, bringing a smirk to his lips. “i love you, bunny. wanna love you forever . .”
“and you will, you big oaf. this is it, this is all i’ll ever need.” emotions were starting to run high, and you both felt it. you could hear the way toji’s heart thudded against his ribcage at your words. not out of nervousness, but of pure love and adoration for the woman beneath him.
your mouths dropped open, synchronized and all as toji pushed the first inch of his cock past your opening. “ngh—who woulda’ thought i’d go from a broke fry cook to a husband who’s rich in more ways than one. heh, my parents would fuckin’ flip.”
when you cupped his cheeks, toji leaned down more until his forehead was grazing yours. his skin was still smooth from shaving that same morning, the smell of aftershave lingering into your nose.
“i’m sure your parents would be very pleased to see that their son started his own housing company, and family. don’t worry though . . they’re watching, and they’re gonna see what a good dad you’ll be. m’sure of it, sweetness—oh!”
in the midst of your sappy rant, toji took it upon himself to sheath the entirety of his cock inside you in one, swift thrust.
truth be told, toji was dangerously on the verge of tears, and he feared that allowing the salty droplets to fall on your cheeks would embarrass him greatly—even though you’ve scolded him many times about doing such a thing.
his lips were pressed firmly against your forehead, eyes squeezed shut so tight it almost hurt. “i won’t move, don’ worry. just feel me,” he mumbled into your skin, hiking one of your thighs over his slim waist.
oh, you felt him alright—all eight and a half inches.
he was so fucking hard, every protruding vein along the base thrumming against your gooey walls. his tip was nearly kissing your cervix, yet another thing you’d never experienced until you met him.
when you would hear your girlfriends, or even read in your romance novels about the women ‘feeling him in their stomachs’, you couldn’t help but scoff.
now you know exactly what the poor, but also very lucky women, meant.
toji filled your guts so much it made you dizzy sometimes, but he knew how to work your body well enough to not cause any actual pain.
a sore behind and thighs was as extreme as it got for you, and that’s how toji intended to keep it for the rest of his days.
“you feel me, baby? all that love i got for you?”
you sighed almost dreamily, your lashes fluttering rapidly. “i do, honey . . . feels r-really good.”
your words brought a smile to his lips. teasingly, he set his pointer and middle finger right on the top of your mound. he pretended they were a pair of legs, and moved them an inch further. “feel me right here?”
you gave him a smile that matched his own, already knowing the game he was playing. “a bit higher, honey.”
“hmm, right here?”
“higher.”
“oh? so, right here then?”
“higher.”
his fingers stopped just below your naval, where a barely visible bulge sat. “you’re just stroking my ego now, gorgeous, but—oh? what’s this . .”
suddenly, his palm pressed down, hard. out of instinct your foot kicked at his lower back, a whine now brewing in the back of your throat.
“thereeee it is. n’ you’re taking it so well—almost like you were made for me.” his nose brushed against yours, pulling you out of small daze you were in.
your hands flew beneath his underarms, and wrapped securely around his rippling back, pulling him as close as possible. his body was your shield at this point, covering you completely like the warmest of blankets. your fingers sprawled out, nails tickling his back n’ making him purr. not so much like a house cat, more like . . a panther. it was a deep noise that rumbled in his chest, bringing you more serenity than the rain pelting the roof.
“because i was made for you. haven’t i already told you that the universe brought us together for a reason? you know how it goes, baby—if my date would’ve never stood me up . .”
“then i would’ve never been able to make the prettiest bunny i ever saw my famous steak and shrimp bowl to cheer her up. i gotta say the one thing that tool did right was recommend you eat there . . wasn’t everyday a man saw a beauty like yourself.” he drew his hips back, then slowly pushed forward, his forehead gently smushing against yours. “i think about that day almost everyday, baby. the day my life—our lives changed forever.”
you had full intentions of having toji put you through the mattress the second he slipped inside you, but now all you wanted to do was go slow. make love like it was your last time seeing each other. so dramatic, but oh so good.
“that feel good? sounds like she’s enjoying it,” he chuckled, slithering his arm beneath your back to pull you closer. his strokes were slow, but precise, the curved end knocking against your deepest parts with ease.
“mhmmmm.”
“sounds real messy too. bet she’s creamin’ all over me.” the sounds your pussy made were deafening, but in the best way possible. each time pushed in, a loud squelching noise followed, and whenever he pulled out, the white, frothy ring of cream around the base became more prominent.
your nails dug into his back, red streaks lifting not too far behind. “she is, daddy—oh shit, shit, shit—!”
toji cut off your curses with a kiss, his hips stilling only a moment so he could circle them a few times. “fuck yeah she is.”
the poor, wooden headboard nearly split in half from how hard toji grabbed it, his thrust quickening only slightly. his balls felt so heavy with cum, and it didn’t help how petal soft your ass felt smacking against them.
he was already close to cumming. so fucking close.
and from the sounds of it, you weren’t too far behind either. an adorable symphony of moans and ‘ah ah ah’s!’ spilled loudly past your kiss bitten lips left and right, echoing throughout the master bedroom.
it was times like this when toji reallyyyy loved living out in nature, and away from the city. before, when you would have sex at your apartment or his, you were always so self conscious of the noises you made, even going as far as covering your mouth to prevent them from spilling out. it didn’t make things better when the one time you actually let loose, and let them out, you got a complaint from your next door neighbor the very next morning, which left you utterly embarrassed, and toji pissed off beyond words because how dare they try to silence his beloveds pretty noises.
don’t worry, though. during your final night there before moving, toji paid you a visit that involved lots of wine, and once you were tipsy enough, he fucked you against the wall so hard that when you left the next morning, that same neighbor couldn’t even bring themselves to make eye contact—let alone complain.
good fucking riddance, honestly.
things were different now. any loud noises you made in your personal moments were drowned out by nature, not to be heard by no one else, but the trees, wind, and curious deer.
“fuck m’gonna cum, daddy—i’m cumming, i—!” your words sat heavy on your tongue, almost like molasses.
toji’s arm removed itself from beneath you, and maneuvered back up, his hand wrapping itself securely around your throat. he squeezed harder, and then a little harder, until he felt your silken walls spasm around his cock.
“that’s right, bunny. get it out for me,” he growled, squeezing justtt a bit harder, nearly, but not entirely, cutting off your airway.
you loved that shit. having your breath taken away for just a mere few seconds before your orgasm hit, and then—
“tojiiii!”
everything went white, and your ears suddenly felt as if they had cotton stuffed in them from how muffled everything sounded. your body went completely limp, and that’s when toji released his grip on your neck, though you still found it hard to find your breath.
“shitttt, baby.” toji’s hand pushed up on your mound, exposing your clit more to the cool air. “keep cummin’ on that dick. please don’t stop,” he gasped, mossy green eyes zeroing in on the steady stream of cum that soaked his cock, and the sheets below.
“god, i think m’gonna—”
those words were like a trigger, bringing you back to reality for just a split second so you could wrap your legs tightly around his waist. because you were a bunny hybrid, it was just in your genes to have impressive leg strength. so when your legs locked around him, toji knew there was no breaking free.
“yes, yes, yes—god dammit!” toji’s hips stilled, abs clenching wildly over n’ over until a familiar warmth flooded your lower belly. you glanced up to peek at his face, and he looked . . well, he looked beautiful.
his eyes were squeezed shut, black lashes dusting over his pink, heated cheeks. the blissed out pout on his lips was almost adorable, and the way he scrunched his nose up almost reminded you of yourself.
“mmmm, fuck me. jesus . . you alright down there?” your husband panted, hesitantly cracking one eye open, and then the other. “you look spacey, mama. you need a break?”
he stroked tenderly at one of your ears, making your lashes flutter. the fur felt almost cottony between his fingers.
“no, i’m okay. in fact, we’re just getting started, sweetness,” you grinned, fingertips grazing over the risen, red streaks across his back. “don’t forget m’still in heat. i got the stamina of, like, a thousand bunnies right now.”
“ah, i actually forgot you were in heat for a second. usually we’d be turning the bed into splinters right now—instead we’re just makin’ love like a coupla’ saps.” carefully, he removed his hand from the headboard, and kneeled upright, now towering over over you.
his hands ran over the tops of your thighs before pushing them upward. “now that’s quite the sight,” he chuckled, low and teasing as he examined how utterly stuffed you looked.
your bunny cunt, all battered and puffy was soaked beyond belief with a mixture cum and spit—just the way toji liked.
“spit on it.”
toji glanced up, and there you were with the teeniest of smirks on your lips. the tips of your ears were slightly curled—a silent indicator that you were feeling rather playful or naughty.
he tongued at the inside of his cheek, “you nasty little . .”
his hips drew back an inch, an obnoxious wet noise echoing throughout the room. his cock was shiny from the white, translucent mixture you both created. it made his mouth water, a dollop of saliva pooling on the center of his tongue.
he puckered his lips, green eyes never once leaving yours as he let that saliva fall directly onto your exposed clit with a wet plap!
“that what you wanted, babe?”
“mhmmm. now make me cum again.”
and so he did . . a lot . . like a lot, a lot.
usually, you’d be passed out by now, or at least on the verge, but your heat gave you enough stamina to keep up with him.
he had you in missionary again, and then a mating press so he could you fuck faster, harder. you couldn’t believe this man actually had your knees touching your ears, all while his thighs smacked violently against the back of yours. that was when he came in you a second time, his cum coating your fluttering walls in milky ropes.
it was messy, dripping straight from your pussy, and down the pudge of your stomach. toji, thrived in the mess, his thumb running sloppy circles around your throbbing button to trigger another orgasm from you.
“oh my fuckin’ god . .” your words came out as a sob when you came, fat tears now falling down the sides of your face. “t-take it out, daddy—take it out!”
toji pulled out with a grunt, his lips curling into a handsome snarl. “there you fuckin’ go. look at that pussy cummin’ all pretty for me.” his tip slapped continuously against your sticky clit, dragging on your orgasm as long as possible.
finally, after what felt like hours, he was lowering your legs back down with a heavy sigh. “c’mon—grab onto me, mama.” he leaned down with a grin, damp, black hairs tickling your forehead.
you bit back a dopey smile, and wrapped your arms around his neck. “what if we waste some . . you know what.”
you were answered with a kiss. it was sloppy, and slow, almost making you forget what you even asked him in the first place.
toji sat back on his knees, keeping you hovered just a few inches above his dick. “there’s plenty more where there came from, and we got nine more days to go after this. i’ll bet you, you’ll be able pregnant with some twins by the time i’m done with you.”
twins.
a boy, and a girl—or bet yet, two girls.
toji would make an excellent girl dad. he was so patient, understanding, a good listener. all things you would want your little girls to want in a man.
“oh, that got you a little excited, huh?” he snickered, gently tapping on your twitching tail.
“is that a promise, honey? i just got the cutest little daydream of me, n’ two little girls who look like you, swiping your credit card all day.” you brushed your nose against his, biting back a giggle.
tojis eyes fluttered shut, his forehead drooping softly onto your collarbone. “nothing would make me happier. seriously.”
you weren’t sure what the next position was called, but toji basically lost all sense as he slung your knees over his forearms, and bounced you on his lap like a dog in a rut.
it was quick, sloppy, loud.
between your blissed out moans, toji’s overly loud groans, skin slapping on skin—the thunderstorm outside was now nothing more than a distant memory.
“you’re—you’re fucking me so good, ‘ji. i *huff* i can’t even think straight.” your nails dug into the straining muscles of his back for the second time that night, adding more red streaks on top of the others.
it hurt like a bitch, but toji thrived on the pain. it only encouraged him fuck you even harder.
“just. don’t. forget. to breathe,” he growled out, bouncing you on his cock with each word. “i swear . .” he muttered, lowering you down until he was fully sheathed between your gooey walls, “the way you feel right now is makin’ me wanna marry you all over again.”
you smiled, “yeah?”
“heh, yeah. maybe we should renew our vows soon, and remake our wedding night tape.” he whispered the last part into the skin of your neck, his tongue lolling out a second later to lick over the sweaty skin.
you clenched at the mention of your sex tape. it was the first of many, and was made to preserve that special night forever. not including breaks, the video was almost three hours long, and consisted of footage that showed both of you at your most feral.
you didn’t like to watch, or even mention it much—only because it made you blush like crazy, and toji loved to tease you for being bashful. the only time you will sit, and fully watch it through is on july seventeenth. your wedding anniversary.
“i don’t think we could ever recreate that. i came so hard that night, i thought i was going into the light,” you giggled, breathlessly and bashful making toji grin. his dark lashes fluttered when you cupped the back of his head, dark locs slightly damp beneath your fingertips. “but, i do agree that we should renew our vows one day. maybe on our babymoon!”
“you know it’s funny,” he paused, pink tongue darting out to run over his bottom lip, “satoru mentioned a babymoon earlier too . . said that when all the money comes through we should use it for that. it’s starting to sound more n’ more like a good idea.”
toji could see it now—the two of you in another country, preferably one that’s warm year round, and embracing each others company. you’d have a little bump by then, all round n’ cute, and because you were you, he knew you’d be using your belly as an accessory—something to match with your outfits, and make them even more cuter than they already were.
he’d make love to you every night, careful not to push you too hard or put any strain on your body—but ask nicely enough, and he may reconsider it.
“we could always go back to greece, or i know you’ve been wanting to go to thailand. d-does that sounds nice? i heard the water there is—mmm . . beautiful.” all while asking you these questions, he steadily began moving you up and down on his cock, making sure to bottom out each time.
you were so warm, he just couldn’t deal, and have you stray away for too long. that’s why he only pulled out a couple inches before hurriedly sliding back inside.
“you’re rambling, babe,” you let out a giggle that was interrupted by a moan, your head tilting back onto your shoulders.
“fuck, i know—i’m sorry.”
suddenly, your back was colliding with the mattress rather roughly, and toji’s body was serving as your shield once again, preventing you from looking at anything that wasn’t him.
his thrusts were quick, but deep, hips pulling back only briefly before dropping forward. “i love you—love you so much, bunny.”
“look, look—you tell that asshole that the timeframe to get all that shit done is simply impossible, and that we don’t do rush jobs no matter how much he offers. if he has anything else to say, he can leave me a voicemail that will not be listened to for the next two weeks. now don’t call me again unless someone has died on the site.”
“gotcha, boss. you two have a fun babymoon! tell the missus i said hello!”
the scarred side of toji’s lips lifted into a small, but grateful smile. “thank you, satoru. see ya when i get back.”
click!
after ending the call, toji made quick work to switch his phone off, not wanting any interruptions for the rest of the night. it was day three of your two week vacation in bali, and so far he’s only received two phones calls, which was two phone calls too many.
“was that satoru? is everything alright?” he heard you call from the bathroom, followed by some rustling noises.
he pushed off of the king sized bed, his head tilting to the side to crack his neck. “yeah, baby, jus’ some shit with work. nothing that can’t wait a few weeks, though.” when approaching the bathroom, he stopped at the entrance, his large form leaning against the door in an annoyingly attractive way. “you look pretty.”
“i’m naked, toji,” you giggled, reaching your arms out for him. he happily obliged, and closed the gap between your bodies—well, closed it as best as he could with a decent sized bump in the way.
his lips pressed against yours softly, “you gonna need some help putting that on?” he muttered, head tilting slightly toward the container of shea butter on the porcelain sink. the warm, muggy air had melted it just a little, making it the perfect consistency to apply with little trouble.
“you know i am . . especially on my back. maybe you could massage it a little as you go? . .” you ended your sentence with a bashful smile, the tips of yours ears curling slightly.
toji hummed, kissing your lips three times, each one longer than the last. “do you need to sit before we get started?”
“m’okay, honey.”
toji was careful, but firm as he rubbed the earthy scented shea butter over the expanse of your back. when he reached your shoulders, you let out a small groan, and leant forward using the sink to keep your balance.
“these two sure are getting heavy for me only being eighteen weeks,” you muttered, nose twitching cutely from the pressure being applied to the middle of your shoulder blades.
yes, you heard that correctly—two.
either the goddess of fertility heard your prayers the night you conceived them loud and clear, or toji just had magic sperm—something that he personally liked to believe.
toji grinned, scooping up more shea butter with two fingers. his naked chest pressed into your back, a searing heat traveling all along your tingling skin. ever so gently, he began to rub the butter all across your belly.
“your body just isn’t used to carrying all this precious cargo, mama. m’gonna try to help relieve you as much as i can though.” just as he finished speaking, his hands cupped underneath your belly, and pulled it up only slightly.
and then, you were met with intense relief.
you relaxed into toji’s chest, head tilting back until it was met with his beefy pectoral. “that feels nice . . . i need you to do this at least five times a day.” the laugh you let out was sweet, but tired.
you were ecstatic to be carrying twins—girl twins at that, but you couldn’t deny the slight strain that came with carrying them. your posture was slightly changing, causing some of the most irritant back pain you’ve ever experienced, and your feet were already starting to shift to the swole side. everything nowadays was just so dang sore.
there was nothing you would change about it, though.
all these sore muscles only meant more massages from toji, and it was so beautiful, and fascinating to see your belly change throughout the days that passed. according to your first time mommy book of many—your girls were currently the size of mangos, which you found utterly adorable each time you thought about it.
“i’ll do it as much as you need me to, beautiful,” murmured into the silk scarf wrapped around your hair. “just don’t go falling asleep on me.”
“can’t make any promises, honey . . unless you have any ideas on how to wake me up.”
his thick brow raised, thumbs now tracing medium sized circles into the sides of your stomach. “oh?”
your suggestive tone threw him off just a little. with all the new changes happening to your body, you haven’t been on the sexual side very much—which toji never minded, of course. it only just made him yearn more for you, and instead of jerking off that yearning feeling, he put it into taking care of you, and the two growing lives inside your womb.
he rubbed your sore feet whenever his hands weren’t busy with something else . . he created a mix of different herbs, and oil to put into your hair, and the fur of your ears since you couldn’t take your fish oil supplements . . and most recently, you were under a morning sickness spell that lasted way longer than just the morning, and toji was there behind you every time—rubbing your back, and brushing your teeth for you afterwards, because vomiting your guts out four to seven times a day was exhausting to say the least.
and those things only scratched the service of what he’s done. you couldn’t even begin to imagine how doting he’ll be once the babies were born.
moral of the story is, his acts of service never went unnoticed—especially right now when he looked so relaxed n’ handsome.
carefully, he set eased your stomach back down, mumbling an abundance of apologies into the crown of your head. “is there anything in particular you’d like to do, my love? it’s your vacation, and anything you want goes . . unless it’s, like jet skiing, or some shit,” he grinned, laying a wet kiss into the crook of your neck.
the conversation you were having didn’t stop toji from continuing to moisturize you. he scooped another handful of shea butter into his hand, and got on his knees, “turn please.”
you hummed out a small laugh, and turned around. “you’ve been so sweet to me lately. sweeter than you’ve ever been . .” your hand eased upward, placing itself on his dark locs. while he rubbed the shea butter into your petal soft legs and thighs, you scratched at his scalp, the grin you were sporting growing wider by the minute.
“and i’ll only keep getting sweeter the older we get.” he laid a sweet kiss on the inside of your thigh, leaving a tingling feeling in your cunt that you haven’t felt for quite a bit. “now what did you have in mind for us tonight?”
before you spoke, he was up again, softened hands cupping your enlarged breasts, “i’ll be extra gentle up here.”
he was careful, calculated, making sure not to run his thumbs over your tender nipples because they were now more sore than they weren’t. he couldn’t deny how divine your breasts had become. they were fuller, pretty, and sometimes they’d even leak a creamy white, yellowish substance.
‘can i try?’ always laid heavy on his tongue, but the six five man was more bashful about it than anything he’s ever experienced. plus, he never wanted you to think he was over-sexualizing you or your body with the greedy request.
and usually whenever he did this, you’d just relax, and melt into his touch . . maybe even doze off a little, but tonight something was different. tonight, you kinda wanted him to—
“you wanna put them in your mouth?”
it was almost comical the way he froze with your breasts still cupped securely. “what was that?”
“or maybe i could . . i could just . .”
when toji realized you were getting ready to kneel, he went into full husband mode, and held onto your hands to make it easier for you. “hey now—what’re you doin’ down there, baby? your knees are gonna start—hah . . h-hurting . . . n’ the babies . .” his words trailed off when he looked below.
floppy ears tickled the skin of his bare abdomen as you nuzzled your face into his crotch area, those big brown eyes of yours flicking up to his a second later. “my knees, and the babies are fine, sweetness. i just wan’ you.”
thankfully, there was a white, fluffy rug beneath you cushioning the extra weight—otherwise you would be saying something very different.
“i know my body, and my body is telling me to suck my husband off. you got a problem with that?”
your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pajama pants, and his breath hitched. “no . . n-no, ma’am.”
it’s been a while since you’ve given toji head, not that he pays much attention to it anyway. between work, doctors appointments, and making sure all your needs were met—he never had the time to dwell on such things.
this was a nice treat for him, though. he’s never felt more grateful.
“how’re you doing? i know things were getting a bit stressful before we left,” you whispered, tugging his pjs down with one, swift pull. he was half hard, and plumping up with each second that ticked by.
“m’doin’ good, mama. last coupla’ weeks were just a little bit more stressful than usual because—shitttt,” he groaned out, head tilting back slightly when you suckled the tip between your lips.
you let out a small ‘mhm?’ indicating that you wanted him to finish talking.
“i just—just wanted to get a whole bunch of s-stuff done, so i’m not up to my shoulders in shit when we get back.” his words were quiet, and rushed, like he was already fighting for his life to not bust—which he lowkey was . .
you pulled away, tongue laving out so you could lick over the length of him. his scent was intoxicating, itching that special part in your brain that only he could get to. it was so nice to finally get some of your libido back, and get lost in your man without any aches or lingering nausea.
“you need this break,” you murmured into his skin, lashes fluttering slightly, “m’so happy we get to relax with a care in the world out here—all four of us.”
his cock twitched at your words, a pearl of pre dribbling from the mauve colored tip. you caught it with your tongue, lips parting to take less than half of him in your mouth.
dark lashes fluttered shut, and his nostrils flared, “you really have no idea what it does to me when you talk like that. makes me feel all . . mm, w-weird inside.”
his words went straight to your pussy, a whimper bubbling in the back of your throat. he just kept on praising you, like listing your perfections were the only thoughts he was capable of conjuring. they only encouraged you further, and soon, his cock was more than halfway down your throat.
you didn’t want him to hold back, you wanted him to finish quickly—finally release all the pent up energy he didn’t even know he was harboring.
gluck! gluck! gluck!
his tip knocked against the back of your throat, and you took it with ease. all those weeks of him throat training you paid off to day the least.
“mmm, baby.”
toji leaned back only slightly, his hands blindly reaching for the doorframe to find some balance. “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep on sucking me like th—at. fuckkk me.” his hands slid up the frame, head tilting back down to you—only this time, his eyes were clenched shut. “please, bunny.”
he didn’t know if those words were a plea to stop, or keep going, but you kept on, hot tears now brimming at your lash line.
when your freshly manicured nails clawed at the backs of his thighs, he knew what you were wanting—even if his brain felt like it was nearly splitting in two.
his balls throbbed—god, this was gonna be a heavy load . . should he warn you? let you be surprised, and relish in the choking noises you make?
then he came, loud and trembly. his thighs clenched and unclenched under your grip, all while he painted your throat white in long, twitching spurts. you pulled back only slightly, so you wouldn’t choke, but toji had other plans, and thrusted forward making you gag.
“shit, i’m sorry. you’re jus’ really draining the fuck outta me.” his lips curled into a snarl, fingers tightening around the frame. “come on . . ease up.”
your eyes widened when you felt a slight tug on your ears, removing your lips entirely from his throbbing length. the last few dribbles of cum hit your puffy lips, and with a shaky hand, he we swiping at your chin to prevent any from dripping on your chest.
it’d be a shame if he soiled your chest right after you were freshly showered.
“that was *huff* a lot,” you breathed out, swiping your tongue over your lips. “tastes really good though . . i want more. please?”
you had your time to be in control, but now all you wanted was for your husband to dote on you, and make you orgasm to your hearts content.
so, that’s exactly what you had him do.
while your back was propped up on the fluffiest of pillows, toji was laid up between your thighs, kissing and suckling on the supple skin until your cunt was covered in a thin sheen of slick. only then did he finally indulge in you, slurping at your folds as if it was liquid gold.
he was soft with it as always, parting your lips with both thumbs before cupping your clit with his soft tongue.
you missed this . . this intimacy, and you didn’t even realize how much you really did miss it until he was making you cum with an obnoxious slurping noise, all while one of his hands caressed the top of your belly.
“and how was that?” he smirked, drunkenly tilting his head to the side with those low, dark eyes that always had you feeling smaller than you already were. “s’good thing i put this towel here. made a big fuckin’ mess.”
“honey don’ttttt!” your hands covered your face, and so did your ears, making toji’s smirk grow wider.
“weren’t you the one who was just begging for more of my cum a bit ago? yet, i’m the nasty one, huh?”
your thighs squeezed together at his teasing tone, “precisely.”
he eventually got you to reveal your face again at the mention of taking you from the side, and that’s how the rest of your evening was spent—with your back pressed firmly against his hot chest while he cautiously filled you with his length.
his bicep was your pillow, keeping you propped up just enough so you could turn your head, and kiss him whenever you needed it.
“feelin’ good for me, bunny? you sound so pretty.” his words were like purrs into your ear, sending shivers down your back. he propped your leg that was resting on his free arm a bit higher, just so he was able to rest his hand atop of your stomach. “i love you . .”
the tug at his hair from you had his teeth clenching together. “i love you mostest,” he heard you sigh out, those same fingers that were yanking at his soft strands of hair, now caressing his damp scalp.
“yeah, bunny? i think daddies got you beat, no? just listen to how messy i got you—”
fwop! fwop! fwop!
“that’s alllll love right there.”
“y-yeah it is. thank you, thank you—!” you cried out, thighs beginning to shake with each calculated thrust toji delivered. his balls slapped against your clit nastily, translucent webs of your cream keeping the two connected.
toji was mouthing softly at your shoulder when he noticed something . . interesting.
your nipples were leaking, the milky white substance dripping down your breasts and onto the sheets. you didn’t notice—clearly, your mind too focused on the nearing orgasm that brewed in your lower belly.
what he would give for just a taste.
suddenly, his thrusts slowed until he was fully sheathed inside of you, hot and throbbing.
“my love . . look at what’s happened.” he set your leg down with ease, then cupped your breast, his thumb running over one of the trails of milk.
he felt you tense up, and shushed your whines. “m’not makin’ fun, pretty girl, i promise. i actually wanna try some . . i-if you don’t mind, of course.”
fluffy ears grazed over his face as you craned your neck back to look at him, pupils fully dilated. he could feel your walls pulsing rabidly the more he massaged at your breast. “y-yeah? that would help me a bunch . . it’s always such a—mmm, h-hassle cleaning them up.”
that was all your man needed to hear to have you in his lap, cock nestled snugly between your gooey walls while he sucked at your nipples—although, he didn’t have to do much sucking. one brush of his tongue over the tender buds, and they were leaking like crazy, coating his tongue in the overly sweet liquid.
“hah, honey . .” you mewled, chest arching into his greedy tongue. all you were answered with was a lewd—
suck! suck! suck!
your hips had a mind of their own, moving in semi-fast paced circles as best as you could with your bump in the way. he was so. fucking. deep—bulbous tip brushing against your g-spot with each swish of your hips.
“m’gonna cum again—please don’t stop, ‘ji.”
oh, he wouldn’t stop even if the big man upstairs came down, rested his hand on his shoulder, and told him stop. nothing could pull his mouth from your dripping tits.
a particularly harsh suckle had your hips spasming, a loud moan ripping past your kiss swollen lips. toji continued to move your hips for you, small moans rumbling in his chest from how fucking tight your pussy was gripping his dick.
“o-okay now. ease up, love,” you parroted his own words back to him, supple hands cupping his jaw so you pull pry him away. when he unlatched, his jaw stayed parted, the sweet liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth, and into his heaving chest.
“you’re—you’re gonna have to let me do that again . . i’ve never tasted anything like that before, and fear i may be addicted now.” his grin was almost playful, but that look in his eyes told you he meant business.
soon after that, he was finishing inside you for the second time that night, filling your cunt to the brim with his thick seed. the warmth had your chest fluttering, and your mind going drowsy.
and then, you got to do something you haven’t done in what felt like ages—keep his dick warm for him. he knew you’d have to get up eventually, and take care of business, but there was no harm in waiting just a bit longer. especially when you looked so cute nuzzled his arms.
it was silent for a good while, the only sounds to be heard being the wind, and waves crashing against one another outside.
“i really like the name mina.”
“hm?”
“i said, i really like the name mina. very soft, pretty . . girly,” you giggled at the last part, heat blossoming in your cheeks. “i was thinking you could pick the other name—seeing that there’s two n’ all, yeah?”
toji blinked once, twice—
“yeah . . i-i guess your right. um, i do have one suggestion, but if you don’t like it, we can always scrap it—”
“toji.”
“yes?”
you lifted your head up, tired eyes locking with his. “i’m sure you’ve got a beautiful name picked out—now let’s hear it!” your hands ran comfortingly up and down his chest, until they finally stopped at his shoulders, giving them a tender squeeze. “c’mon now. don’t be shy.”
he blew a light raspberry, eyes darting to some random corner so he would’ve have to look into yours. “well . . i really the name emersyn . . maybe emmy for short. it means brave . . powerful . . diligent. all things her mother is.”
when he glanced back at you, your face was blank, immediately putting a pit in his stomach.
“heh, not very cute, and girly like yours is it? we obviously don’t have to choose that—”
“oh, you dummy!” you sniffled, nose twitching oh so cutely. “i’m not making that face because i hate it, i’m making that face because i love it, obviously.”
his thick brows raised high, that pit in his stomach disappearing quicker than it arrived. “oh! really? you really like it? enough to give it to the baby?”
“yes, honey,” you spoke softly, grasping both of his hands in yours so they could rest on your belly. “baby mina . . and baby emersyn. i freakin love it!”
suddenly, you felt a jostle in your stomach. not so much a kick, but a small, very noticeable flutter.
“you think they hear us talkin’ about them?” toji chuckled, his nose brushing over yours.
“if they’ve got ears like their momma, then absolutely.”
what do you think of modern au bakugou, where he's a firefighter? 😈
this became a drabble so firefighter!bakugou
— suggestive, making out, groping, dirty talk, reader works in publishing, this was soooo fun
he’s training in the gym with all his heavy gear on and heavy weights because he has to drag people out of burning buildings??????? insane! cannot breathe.
and the fact that everybody thinks he’s soooo fine here to save lives. like imagine your work office had a false alarm and you have the firefighters walking into the building. also the fact that your office is majority women so everyone’s wowed by big buff sexy men walking in.
bakugou who’s grumpy in every universe. still ordering his team around, frowning at whoever’s talking to him and you make one joke that this reminds you of your last birthday party and he’s narrowing his eyes over at you. face completely unreadable. nom nom nom.
totally the type of guy to see a pretty girl and not say anything and mentally wish her the best.
until you and your work buddies go down to the fire station to say sorry for the false alarm and the man with red hair greets you and lets you put the cakes and treats you brought over in their staff room. bakugou walks in hearing all the noise and is faced with your pretty face again. feels like it’s fate. then feels like he’s stupid.
he’s in a tight navy plain tshirt and those matching thick firefighter bottoms. arms crossed. tattoos and scars down them. dog tag around his neck. metal toed boots on that give him height.
you coming onto him would be fun but i don’t believe in women doing that so really it’s you doe eyed asking him questions about his job, bothering him, asking for a tour of the fire truck and the whole time he’s looking around bored like he’d rather be anywhere but here, telling you not to touch stuff and trying not to flush when you gasp when he tells you how much he can bench.
“we gotta carry people and parts of buildings off people. the hoses are heavy too.”
that makes you think about his dick. he’s blushing at you staring at him open mouthed.
“wow. that’s like… six of me you can carry.”
bakugou looking at you up and down. just like you wanted him too. he’s got a gold tooth, that you ask him about, he was too embarrassed to tell you. he slammed his face on a pole, there was smoke and he couldn’t see his way! forces himself not to stare at your ass as you climb in the truck.
again he’s all blushy because you’re listening hard and he hates the fact he hasn’t asked you any questions yet. you’re looking at all the buttons, the water supply, the spare helmets.
“and… you work with books right?”
that has you blinking at him. still has his arms folded, still a foot taller than you. gorgeous man. stupidly gorgeous with fluffy blonde hair, little gold hoop earrings and three rings on. two on his right and one on his left.
if he has a girlfriend you’re going to strangle yourself with the hose. or maybe you can be a homewrecker?
“publishing, yes,” you laugh, “i work in the romance department.”
the truck feels tight with only you two in here. he points to one of the spare fireman jackets.
“you can try one on. we let the kids try.”
despite the fact that a very handsome man is showing you around, this is all very exciting. you’ve never been in a fire station or truck before.
“you work with kids?”
you think you love the man.
he hums, “sometimes. usually i make the guys do it.”
then he grunts to himself, how has the topic come back to him.
“so… you like romance books then?”
you shove on the jacket. bakugou feels winded once he realises you’re wearing his. his name is on the breast. then again, he’d tell you to wear another if you picked up someone else’s.
“love them. and before you say anything, they’re the best selling genre in the world. romance books teach people empathy and honesty!”
“hah?” he frowns, “i wasn’t gonna say shit. i don’t read them but i get the appeal.”
you feel like you’re in one right now. you want to put your arm on his pectoral and say, “you do?” but you don’t do that, instead you point at a large red button.
“what’s that for?”
“the sirens and lights. that one is just the lights though, you can press that.” he steps in close to you now and he feels all over the place when he can just smell himself. you’re still in his oversized jacket that’s drowning you.
if you have a boyfriend he’s gonna ask kirishima to run over his foot with the truck. then he’d run over your boyfriend.
“do you read?”
“do you like your job?”
you both ask at the same time.
bakugou shakes his head, “fuck sorry, what d’you say?”
you didn’t think he’d be so… shy? since you’re so close, he can barely make eye contact with you. mumbling stuff you can’t make out under his breath. he smells sweet, like caramel and mixed with the smokiness of the truck, it’s enough to make your mouth water.
“i asked if you read.” you smile softly, “is this your jacket?”
you heard from the other men that his name is katsuki, but his jacket reads bakugou.
he nods sharply, “i do read. thrillers, mangas and comics.”
then he’s back frowning at you, “mangas and comics aren’t just for kids, y’know.”
you giggle, “i do know that actually. i have friends who work in that department.”
bakugou chews his bottom lip.
“d’you have a boyfriend?,” then he pauses, “or girlfriend?”
you look away from him, running your fingers over the switches, buttons and little wheels.
“no and nope.”
bakugou feels like a kid on his first day at school. can he even handle a woman like you? is he fucked before even trying?
“you like men right?”
that makes you laugh, “occasionally, yes.”
“fuck, okay. that’s good.”
you both blink at each other, you with a smirk and bakugou with apple red cheeks. he hates this shit. he wants to take you out, why is it so hard to ask?
“should we get your friends? colleagues? see where they are?” he murmurs, unable to hold your gaze for long.
your face drops, what the hell?
bakugou grunts, loudly. “sorry, i don’t… i don’t do this. i was plannin’ on never seein’ you again.”
“okay…,” you drawl, impatiently waiting for the golden question.
“i think you’re gorgeous. funny too,” he spills and you reward him with a simple eyebrow raise, “lemme have your number? so i can take you out.”
you hold out your hand for his phone.
bakugou begins patting down his pockets, then faster in panic. “fuck. fuck, i left it chargin’ in the office.”
he’s bottling it but you’re back smiling at him now, your hands in his jacket pockets.
“you’re lucky you have pretty eyes and that you save lives.” you say, pulling out your phone. “text yourself so you have my number.”
he can’t stop swearing, “fuck. yeah, i will.”
you want to see how far you can push it. you know for sure he’s interested in you. this nervousness is because he likes you so much.
“could i get one more thing from you?” you ask, as he looks up from your phone.
“yeah. anythin’.”
“i’ve never been kissed in a firetruck before.”
bakugou feels like he’s dreaming. today was supposed to be a quiet day at the station. maybe saving a cat from a tree in the evening. paperwork from yesterdays fire across town. not you from the book office he went to a few days ago, returning to him with cake for his team and now standing in his truck in his jacket.
“is that right?” he doesn’t know how to sexy talk. fuck.
you nod, biting down on your lip. bakugou stuffs your phone in your trousers pocket and you gasp at his touch. he sits his hands on your waist.
“this okay?” he asks and you nod, like you’re being exposed to something holy.
“good.” then he leans down and kisses you.
a soft press of his lips on yours, then he’s nudging open your mouth. he tastes sugar immediately, you must have had one of those cupcakes you brought over. he backs you up against the window of the truck, his palms squeezing your waist in arousal. he doesn’t mean to moan into the kiss and you don’t mean to tug him down into you with your arms around his neck.
“i wasn’t fuckin’ expectin’ this today.” he whispers when he pulls away, lightly pecking your jaw so he can catch his breath.
it’s only your first proper conversation, he cannot press his cock into you or start groping you right now. but you’re staring at him with your eyes lazed, lips swollen. you tug a tuft of his hair to look him in the eyes.
“can i…,” you palm his cock, despite his thoughts. you’re delighted to find him as excited as you are, “can i suck you off?”
bakugou whines like a desperate puppy, “n-no, you can’t.”
“why?” you moan.
he looks over you, body hot and delicious.
“i can’t let you do that. not when i haven’t done anythin’ to you.”
also the fact he's at work and anyone can walk in but that just doesn't seem as important right now.
you're taken aback. these dating apps have your standards so low.
“oh, but i want to?” you say, squeezing him softly. he jolts in your palm, resting his forehead in the window beside you.
“no baby,” you feel yourself gush. baby? you’re this sexy firefighter’s baby? “we gotta get back to the rest. another time? i’ll eat your pussy, fuck you good too.”
his voice is raspy with arousal and you can only picture how this man fucks. hard and rough. slow and sweet.
“oh my god,” you whisper. this is exactly like your smutty books.
you’re about to drop to your knees when there’s a knock on the truck.
“guys! we wanna have a look in the truck too!”
it’s your friends, your two colleagues you came with.
bakugou pulls off you, swiping his fingers through his hair, gazing at you up and down.
“you good?” he asks.
you’re speechless, nodding slowly.
you remember to wipe your lip when he walks over to open the door. you’re about to moan aloud when you see him adjust himself in his trousers. then in come your two friends and a firefighter. the same red-headed one before.
your friends look at you first. bakugou can tell you three are having a conversation with your eyes alone.
your friends seem to win when you release a little smile, “shut up! look at the truck and we have to get back. we only have an hour lunch.”
when you do end up giving the jacket back to katsuki, it’s as if the tables have turned. now you can barely look him in the eye when that’s all he wants to do. i’ll eat your pussy, fuck you good too. you could start crying, you want him so bad.
“i’ll come by, give back your, err, tupperware.” he says, swinging his jacket over his shoulder.
“okay.” you whisper.
kirishima gives you three a toothy smile, “loved havin’ you girls come by. it’s gets boring round here just us guys.”
“hope you enjoy the cupcakes.”
“and sorry for the false alarm.”
“i’ll text you,” bakugou blurts and everyone looks at you two. eyes bulging out their heads.
“you got his number?” your friend nudges you. you swat her away.
“about the tupperware. to give it back.”
“it is my tupperware—,” now you nudge back your friend.
“yes, okay. bye now. we should have been back a while ago!
you pull your friends away to walk back to work.
“yn what the hell happened?”
“he asked for my number and we made out and i asked to give him head and he said no because he wants to eat me out instead. he said next time he’s gonna fuck me and eat me out.” you ramble, barely able to believe it yourself.
“i didn’t expect him to be so freaky.”
your friends giggle and gasp. they turn to each other.
“what the fuck! if it wasn’t for you, i would have got kirishima’s number!”
“i left you alone three times to get it!”
your friend groans.
your phone vibrates.
Katsuki: I meant what I said
Katsuki: But I should take you out before I do all of that
i strongly urge everyone to get their passports pls. do not take what’s happening lightly. this country is fucking done, and you should be done with it as well. pls stay informed, vote, riot, protest, do what WE NEED to do rather than staying silent.
arguing with toji about sex stuff leads to…well sex stuff.
about: u and roomate!toji dont agree on some things about sex. which is fine but, toji definitely doesn't agree with u when u say u can't squirt..
cw: u and toji are freaks, cunnilingus, reader and toji are a weebit intoxicated, doggy, pronebone a little, hair pulling, rough sex, just one spank, breeding.., reader squirts.
word count: 1.9k
MDNI!
“i’m telling u toji im not a squirter!”
u and roommate!toji have been on the couch arguing for 30 minutes over everything sex related. u think cowgirl is best, he thinks doggy is best. u think boobs are better, he likes ass more. u think having someone nut on ur face is best, he believes there’s nothing better than nutting inside someone. one disagreement after the next leads to the topic of squirting somehow.
“whatever weirdo, u seriously think u can have and give the best orgasms riding someone. weak ass can prolly barely keep a rhythm on some good dick.”
“i’m the weirdo? ur idea of doggy is probably making the girl do alllll the work fucking back onto ur weak ass dick.”
he smirks at ur comment, just u acknowledging his dicks existence has him twitching. “oh yeah? how ab-“
“no no nevermind shut up!” u cut him off before he could say some cocky shit, u know how toji could get. he lets out a hearty laugh and takes a swig of his beer, subtly adjusting his pants before continuing. “okay fine. i got something i think we’ll agree on doll.” he says oddly softly, placing his drink on the coffee table next to the other 3 empty beer bottles he’s already drank. “go on…” u skeptically reply, picking up ur one and only drink from the cup holder in the couch armrest.
u go to take a sip as u hear his deep voice question, “squirting? or creaming?” he says licking his lips. u choke on the bitter beer not expecting that for some reason. u gulp down 2 big swallows of beer to ease the ache from choking. “hehe..u okay girl?” u clear ur throat with a nod and toss ur hair over ur shoulder before responding. “yeah, let’s answer at the same time. u got ur answer?” he nods before beginning the count.
3.
2.
1.
“both” — “creamer”
“huh, i thought for sure you’d say both.” he says defeated. despite ur disagreements he knew u were just as freaky as he was (if not more). “i only said creamer cuz i can’t squirt. it’s hot though…i’m just personally a creamer myself so…” u trail on, toji blankly staring deep in ur face, u start realizing u might be saying too much. little do u know you’ve already told him enough to have him imagining lines being crossed. the words “can’t squirt” replaying in his mind, feeling him with an emotion he can’t control. it’s almost like a primal instinct has been awakened in him to prove u wrong. it’s like he can’t stand to hear u say something so untrue.
“that’s not true doll. u can squirt u just don’t know how.”
“uhhh don’t u think i’ve tried assface? plus, it’s fine. i mean so far i’ve had no complaints on my creaming so…”
“oh i don’t doubt that doll, i did say both after all. because they’re both equally hot. and u can do both.”
“i’m telling u toji im not a squirter!” u say, getting a little agitated. men have told u similar things before. oh i can make u squirt baby or u just never had a reaalll man to give it a try. all the same frustrating and disappointing ending. frustrating for u because u really do try to squirt but u just don’t get whelmed enough so it leaves u feeling empty, disappointing for whatever loser tried to make u squirt once they finally realize they aren’t as great as they thought they were. it’s a never ending cycle of both parties not getting what they want, and u strangely respected toji. u didn’t want to go down that same route with him. u wanted him to leave this topic alone.
“look let’s just agree to disagree and call it a night..” u slightly slur, seeing that the last few chugs of beer might’ve been a little too much. u stand quickly, a little too quickly, and turn to toji to give ur goodbyes, head to ur room, and probably get ur vibrator out the second u shut the door behind u. the conversation the two of u have been having has been stirring u up more than u noticed.
“i’ll make u squirt.”
u stare at him, he stares at u.
“toji…”
“doll. i will make u squirt. if u let me..” his hands squeezing at his thighs slightly.
a breathy awkward little laugh leaves u as u back away slowly, “toji, i know u think ur some kind of sex god, which is probably true but i’ve seen tutorials. i’ve used toys, my hands, others hands, dicks, pussys, it doesn’t matter okay? i can’t squirt. i don’t want to…disappoint u alright?”
his shoulders bounce as he laughs, almost as if it's so comical that u think u could disappoint him. he chugs the rest of his beer as ur rambling. he stands from his spot on the couch and walks over to u. “let me make u squirt and if i don’t succeed, ill let u prove me wrong about cowgirl.”
“ahh! f-fuckk tojiiii…oh god—!” ur SO loud. “ohhh fuck doll.. y'pussys so good!” tojis somehow even louder. tojis got ur wrist tightly secured each of his big fat hands. punching straight dick into ur lungs from behind.
when u two started and he made u get in doggy, u gave him a weak arch just to spite him for ur earlier argument. but u quickly learned u weren’t gonna be in charge at all when he smacked ur ass with both hands and barked out an order “fucking bend girl” the pain from the spank forcing ur back into a pretty arch, pussy clenching around nothing and he notices of course. “god this is gonna be easy. pussys already leaking down ur thighs doll.”
now he’s on a mission to prove u wrong about more than just the squirting.
“‘s funny i don’t see u doing any work dolly? didn’t u say that would happen cuz of my “weak ass dick”? huh baby?” he taunts u, knowing u can barely breathe from the sheer size of him getting rammed inside u over and over, deeper and deeper.
never in ur life have u ever been a runner but the force of his dick pounding in ur is so serious it feels like he’s somehow getting impossibly deeper each time. drool falling out of ur mouth and onto ur bed, tongue lolling out, hair a tangled mess from being repeatedly stressed against the sheets. u start to panic as u realize..
u can’t take it.
u muster all the strength u can and push ur knees against the bed. wobbly thighs propelling u forward as u begin to crawl away from toji. u somehow successfully crawl ur way all the up to the headboard, one knee at a time. however toji crawled his way up with u, dick still fucking into u. he scoffs in disbelief as he follows u, “mmcht where the fuck u goin?” he drops ur wrists roughly and and places his harsh hands on ur shoulders. “u don’t get to get away from me till this filthy pussy is squirting on me.” he grips ur shoulders and yanks down on them, forcing ur whole body down onto his cock. again and again and again. even rougher than before. ur whimpering, rambling out nonsense. trying to get him to slow down, have mercy, take some out.
over and over, harder and harder, nastier and nastier. ur pussy so wet u would think u already squirted. “u gonna cum huh baby? bet this little pussy wants to cream on me but she’s gonna give me so much more than that. ‘m gonna make her.” he’s growling now. heavy balls slapping against ur clit, giving u the necessary stimulation but its not enough. ur squeezing him, so so close but u can feel its going to be the same disappointing falter once u dont give him what he wants. but then he lets ur shoulders go. he sink his body weight on top of u, forcing ur arch down into the bed. he wraps ur hair around his thick fingers and encloses it in his sweaty palm, yanking ur head back so he can see ur fucked out face (and kiss it). his other hand travels down ur front, straight to ur pussy, straight to ur clit. he begins his assault on ur clit, not too slow, not too fast, steady yet rough circles on ur clit. dick slamming into ur gut, hitting even deeper in this new angle.
he starts yapping in ur ear, and somewhere in that deep breathy horny voice of his, telling u all the things u want to hear, u feel it. “god ur so fucking sexy doll. taking this dick like it’s allll urs, like its s'made for u. yeah its so good isn’t it baby? u feeling it mama? ohh s-shhiittt ur choking me…” holy shit it’s right there. it…hurts? but it’s sooo good. it’s so tight inside u, fighting to get out. ur body is trying to let it go, to give it to him. but ur mind can’t believe what’s happening to u. u can barely comprehend the feeling in ur tummy, chest, and cockdrunk brain.
“t-t…toji! nghh, i..ca-can’t..fuuuckkk—!!” ur toes are numb from how hard you’ve been curling them, u don’t even know where ur hands are. until u fist them into the sheets, letting out a guttural scream as u squirt all over tojis cock. “ohhh yeahhh thasa good girl! yess god fuck..gimme that shit baby don’t stop,” he just doesn’t quit, each powerful thrust letting out squirt after squirt all over his dick, all over his muscular thighs, and all over ur now ruined bedsheets.
“i’ll—fuckfuckfuck buy the pill for u baby i swear, i gotta nut in this pussy fuck!” he loudly groans and surprisingly whimpers into ur ear as he finishes deep inside ur pussy. he holds his hips flush against ur ass as his balls pulse, releasing rope after rope in ur tight cunny.
u can’t protest, u can’t even think right now. taking everything he gives u before he pulls out and watches his cum ooze out of u and onto the squirt stain bedding. he leans down and licks up the bit that slid out before spitting it back onto ur pussy. he teases ur already sensitive pussy by tonguing it, his sticky cum making it even easier. he starts sucking at ur entrance and pulling cum out of u before spitting it on ur pussy. ur legs shaking from overstimulation, “toji~stopp” “shut it girl.” he muffles out into ur sloppy pussy. once he’s satisfied with how much of a mess he’s making of ur pussy he starts devouring u. lips and teeth and tongue smacking against ur clit and lips, shoving his tongue back in u and flicking his tongue quickly deep inside u. pussy squelching so loud from his nasty mouth damn near destroying ur more than his dick did.
he toys with u for a little and u expect him to give u a little more time but soon after he grabs u and flops down onto the bed as he brings u on top of him. ur hair in the way of everything he brushes it out the way for u, holding ur pretty fucked out face in both his big burly hands.
“well i won the bet. and proved u wrong on multiple disagreements. but i think u still deserve a chance with the whole cowgirl thing doncha think doll?” he smirks, dick almost completely hard again just from licking his cunt around ur pussy.
ur never gonna leave this room.
especially not without proving him wrong.
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