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[reallyreis]

mornings with nanami ｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

the house was unusually quiet. normally by this time, nanami would already be dressed for work and halfway through answering emails while drinking coffee that had long gone cold. instead, sunlight peaked the curtains and illuminated the unexpected sight of your husband still asleep beside you.

you studied him for a moment. his phone sat untouched on the bedside table, and looking at the clock, he had somehow slept for nearly three hours later than usual. this felt impossible for you to believe.

a low groan escaped his lips as he shifted beneath the blankets. without opening his eyes, nanami reached across the mattress until his hand found yours. his fingers tightened around it.

“I know you’re staring at me,” nanami says, his voice rough with sleep. his eyes remained closed as he spoke, and he gently tugged on your hand until it was resting against his chest. “you’ve been staring for at least two minutes.”

you couldn’t help laughing. “you weren’t even awake.”

“I am now.”

“you literally had your eyes closed.”

nanami finally opened one eye and looked up at you. “that doesn’t mean I wasn’t aware of what was happening.” his arm slid around your waist a moment later, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you. “you’re also sitting too far away.”

the seriousness in his voice made you laugh at him. for someone who spent most of his week buried in meetings, deadlines, and endless work calls, he became surprisingly clingy whenever he had free time. it was as though he spent the entire week storing up affection only to unleash all of it the second he got a chance.

the mattress shifted beneath you as he moved closer, pressing his face against your shoulder.

“you know,” you said, glancing at the clock again, “most people are awake by now.”

“most people are exhausting.”

you rolled your eyes. a small smile appeared on his face before he buried it against your shoulder.

then you felt his lips brush against the side of your neck. the kiss was soft, almost absent-minded. you immediately smiled.

“nanami.”

“hm?” he murmured against your skin, peppering you with gentle kisses all over.

you tilted your head slightly. “you’re very clingy today.” lifting your hand over him, running your fingers through his hair,

his response came in the form of another kiss near your jaw. “I haven’t seen my love properly this week,” nanami said quietly. “I’ve been leaving before you’re fully awake and getting home when you’re already half asleep.”

the honesty in his voice made your heart soften.

because he wasn’t wrong. the past few weeks had been especially busy for him. even when he was physically home, part of his attention seemed to be somewhere else.

now, for the first time in what felt like forever, he was completely present.

another kiss landed on your lips. then another and another and ano– you laughed softly. “you’re proving my point.”

“i don’t know what point you’re talking about,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “today’s not about work .”

you raised an eyebrow. “no?”

“no,” nanami said, completely serious. “today is about staying in bed with my wife and let her know (and feel) how much I’ve missed her.”

his arm came around your waist, tightened. “let me spoil you today.”

— ᨳଓ .

[bigtrashland]

✮⋆˙ satoru cums in you for the first time in front of the city view MDNI

On Friday nights, people either go out partying or stay home and chill, doing what they enjoy. That’s something you liked to do, but that all changed when you ended up in a relationship.

You and Gojo have been on a movie marathon since 5PM, and it’s well past midnight now. Let’s just say the Netflix ‘Are you still watching?’ question has been on your TV screen for the past three hours.

Currently, you were getting fucked so hard, bent before the vast glass window overlooking a city alive with lights. Although your attention wasn’t on anything outside, it was on your boyfriend's girthy dick plunging in and out of your gummy walls.

It was Gojo’s idea to fuck you in front of the window. His words were: “I want everyone to see my pretty girl and how she takes this dick.”, and without a second thought, you agreed.

Your back was against his chest, both hands on the now foggy window. Meanwhile, Gojo couldn’t get enough of you—his hands roaming all over your body. Gripping your waist, while the other moved up toward your tits, giving them a harsh squeeze, which had you whimpering in return.

“Taking this dick so well, you’re so fucking perfect. God, I love you.” He rambled on completely out of his mind. His praises made you look up at him, your head resting on his shoulder.

His eyes were half-lidded, staring directly into your soul. The kind of look that always had your stomach tingling and the wetness between your thighs growing more.

“Please, please. Don’t stop,” you whined, pushing your hips back into him. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix.

Gojo’s eyes rolled back into his skull, his plump lips parted—panting so hard, it sounded as if he just ran a 20-mile marathon. “Ngh- baby, if you do that, I might actually cum inside you.”

You turn your attention back to the city, and then an idea of something completely new to you pops inside your fucked out brain. “Cum inside me, in front of the—Fuck just like that—city.”

After being together for nearly a year, he still hasn’t been able to cum inside you. You both just didn’t want to risk having a kid, but how hot he was looking and the feeling of his thrusts against you had you not caring about anything.

He quickly snapped his eyes open; his hips fluttered for half a second as an eyebrow raised. “You… are you sure?”

“Please.” You nodded immediately, licking your lips. “I need it.”

With that, his dick twitched inside you. One of his hands moved to the back of your spine, bending you down into a biggg arch. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight; the left side of your face squished against the cold windowpane.

He bit his lip at the sight of you, both hands now gripping your waist as his pace began to fuck you harder and faster. You cried out, nails digging into the window. Probably leaving scratches- not like you both cared anyway.

“Yeah? You want my cum inside you?” His gaze dropped down, watching his cock slide in and out of you, then glancing back up. “My needy girl wants my cum dripping from her pussy, huh?”

“Mhm!” You couldn’t mutter a single word. You were starting to feel so overstimulated with how full you felt, plus you both have been fucking like rabbits—without taking a single break.

He leaned over, his chest against your back. He sank his teeth into your neck, leaving yet another mark on your delicate skin. His eyes didn't look away from your face.

You turned your head as far as you could, your lips puckering in a silent invitation for him to kiss you. He met your lips right away; it was a sweet kiss you both shared over the years.

He bit your lip hard enough to draw the slightest amount of blood. You moaned against his lip, your lips parting. He slid his tongue inside your mouth instantly; the feeling made your head dizzy.

It’s surprising to this day how good he can kiss. Even though you were his first girlfriend, his first kiss. First everything in general, but honestly you loved every bit of it.

And as time went on, the kiss became deeper. Tongues fighting for dominance, with each of you refusing to give in. Gojo’s hand traveled up to your neck, his large palm settling against your skin before his fingers squeezed firmly.

He pulled away from the kiss, just enough to speak. Both of your breaths were mixing together as you looked into each other’s eyes.

His eyebrows furrowed up, and you could tell he was trying his hardest not to roll his eyes back into his skull again. You also know he was so close to cumming.

“You gonna cum, baby?” Your voice was in that sweet tone that had him whimpering in response. You lifted your hand from the cool window, moving your arm behind you until your fingers disappeared into his messy white hair.

His thrust grew sloppier with each move, his thighs hitting the back of your ass. Gojo moved his hand down your body, feeling you up before landing between your thighs. His middle finger rubbed against your clit, fast.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes I’m gonna cum.” He grunted, throwing his head back, eyes closing tightly, mouth gapped open. The grip on your waist tightened enough for his knuckles to turn white.

His throat bobbing, hips meeting your ass as his cum spilled all over your walls. Painting your insides white. The new sensation of being filled to the brim made your own release wash over you. Your legs became weak as tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.

“Fuck!” You cried out, slamming your hand back onto the window. The contact made a big bang, which, surprisingly, none of you noticed.

Your mind was absolutely scrambled, lost in the orgasm he just gave you. Probably the best one you've experienced together, and if it wasn’t for his arms holding you up, you would’ve fallen to the ground.

He held you close to his chest, panting into your ear. Overcoming his own release. Then he slowly pulled out of your pussy, watching as his dick fell out. “holy shit.”

You turned your head to face him. “Hm?”

He leaned down, cracking a hand over your plush cheek. You whine out at the contact, but he doesn’t take any of notice of it, his attention stuck on him spreading your ass cheeks apart and watching as his cum drip out of you, “This is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“Stop! You’re gonna get it on the carpet.” You complained, slapping his shoulder. He shook his head, chuckling—not long before running his finger between your slit, gathering up every drop of the white liquid that slipped out of you.

He stood up to his full height, moving his finger to your lips. “Open.”

You locked eyes with him, slowly opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. With that, he stuck his finger into your mouth. Immediately, you sucked on it, whining at the taste.

His dick got hard right away. He pulled his fingers out, leaning down, meeting your lips in another harsh kiss. The taste of both of you lingering on his tongue drew a low groan from him against your lips before he slowly pulled away.

”Just letting y'know, i'm cumming inside you all the time now.”

sorry if this is ass, i have no clue what i’m doing 😣.

[aeresha]

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Sukuna Ryomen's ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ mumbling when he doesn't get his daily morning kisses .✦ ݁˖

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the tatami mats. Usually, you would spend at least ten minutes entangled in Ryomen's suffocating, four-armed embrace, enduring his rough-textured skin and sleepy grunts. But today, you were late.

You slid out of the futon, throwing on a robe and tying your hair back in a rush. You didn’t notice the immediate shift in the room's energy—the way the heavy, oppressive aura of the King of Curses suddenly stirred.

As you paced around the kitchen island, frantically brewing coffee and packing a bag, a towering figure leaned against the doorframe.

Ryomen looked a mess.

His pink hair was completely wild, his yukata hung loosely off one broad shoulder, and all four of his eyes were narrowed into slits. He crossed his upper arms, while his lower arms rested on his hips.

Then, the mumbling started.

“...unbelievable,” he growled softly, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that still carried the weight of sleep. “Brat wakes up, doesn't say a word. Walks right past me like I'm some common curse in the streets. After everything I tolerate...”

You paused, holding a spoon. “Ryomen, did you say something?”

He didn't look at you.

Instead, he stared intently at a spot on the kitchen wall, his lower jaw shifting as he continued to mutter under his breath. “I should dismantle this entire house. The audacity. A thousand years ago, men bled out in the dirt just for a glimpse of my face, and here I am, being ignored for a cup of bean water. Truly pathetic.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

You set the spoon down and turned to face him fully. “Are you throwing a tantrum?”

“I don't throw tantrums, human,” he snapped, though his eyes finally flicked to yours, burning with mock irritation. “I state facts. You lack discipline. You lack respect.”

He took a slow, deliberate step into the kitchen, his massive frame completely eclipsing the light. He didn't stop until he was inches away from you, trapping you between his chest and the kitchen counter. His extra hands came down on either side of you, effectively pinning you in place.

“Well?” he murmured, leaning his face down. His upper eyes were squinted shut in a pout he would die before admitting to, while his lower eyes watched your mouth. “Are you going to fix your mistake, or do I have to remind you who rules this domain?”

You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his jaw.

His skin was warm, and the rough markings beneath your fingers felt familiar.

“Good morning, Ryomen,” you whispered.

You leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. Instantly, the tense lines of his shoulders relaxed. Before you could pull away, his upper hands caught the back of your head, deep-fruiting his fingers into your hair to prolong the kiss, turning it into something possessive and deep.

When he finally let you go, a smug, satisfied smirk had replaced his scowl.

“Hmph...” he grunted, turning on his heel to head toward the porch, his yukata trailing behind him. “See that it doesn't happen again tomorrow. I won't be so lenient.”

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[pillsatoru]

𝜗ৎ satoru apologizes with his dick

"came to say sorry." satoru stood outside your door, standing awkwardly.

“yeah, i can see that.” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest, making your breasts push up. satoru bit back a groan at the sight, forcing himself to look back at your face. “don’t tell me you aren’t a fan of tulips.” you rolled your eyes. “go home satoru.”

“wanna be with you tho.”

“well, i dont!”

“cmon, don’t be like that just cuz im smarter baby..” he coo’ed, hand reaching out to tug at your heated cheek. you instinctively smacked it away, grabbing the door handle once again. “and i’m not your baby.”

“you can be though.” satoru’s grin made its way back to his stupid face.

“oh, fuck you.”

before you could close the door shut on his face without even accepting the flowers, he quickly prevented you from doing so. “what was that?” his voice was low, almost daring.

“.. what?”

“i asked what you said just now. go on, repeat it for me.” satoru’s usually bright blue eyes have now darkened into both irritation and lust. you hesitated, not wanting to say those two words again afraid of the outcome.

but with the way he was looking down at you, it seemed like he wasn’t gonna leave until you did so.

“fuck you..” you said quietly this time, almost embarrassed. satoru nodded, pursing his lips — taking in your words. “alright. get on the fucking bed then.”

┈

you would’ve never guessed that satoru was strong. sure, he’s way taller than you, but where the hell did those muscles come from? he pressed your body against the bed, sinking you down on the mattress as his hands tugged at your clothes.

you could barely breathe with the way your face was pushed onto the pillow, whining out his name so desperately. “didn’t.. didn’t mean it!..”

your pants were pulled off, his grip tightening on your hips to arch your body just right. “then you shouldn’t have said it, pretty.” your neck was exposed, making it easy for him to brush his lips, teeth sinking down just right.

his dick was hard behind you, poking at your clothed cunt. “you always wear shit like this? even to school?” he asked, fingers tugging at your panties before letting it smack back into place. you helped at the sharp pain, soon being shut up by his mouth on yours. his tongue explored every inch of it, licking at the roof of your mouth and teeth.

when he pulled away, you were much wetter than before. “did you?” satoru asked again, hands shamelessly ripped up your underwear right in the middle. your cunt glistened with arousal under the dim lit room. it pulsed, practically begging for him.

“yes.. ngh yes i do!”

satoru hummed in satisfaction with your answer, playing with your clit with his light touch. “yknow how much i’ve dreamt about this.. with you under me, begging for me. shut, you made it hard to focus in class when all i wanted to do was bend you over that fucking desk.”

with just the right amount of precision, he inserted in two fingers, curling them almost right away. “satoru!” you screamed, knees shaking.

“love how my name sounds coming out of your mouth.” satoru’s finger were long and thin, reaching serena’s his dick could as well. “and the way you yell at me.. fuck, it’s so sexy.”

your pussy was begging for more with the loud wet squelching sounds it made. he couldn’t help but laugh at that, loving knowing how much you needed him at the moment.

“satoru please.. stop teasing!”

“but i’m not, baby.” he gave you a faux frown. “i’m touching you just how you wanted, right?” you shook your head. “oh? you want more?”

“please, want your cock..” your face reddened in embarrassment, never imagining yourself begging for satoru like this. the boy you swore you hated, was the same guy you were begging to get fucked by.

with a sigh, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth to lick off the spilled juices. “alright then.” your body shivered at the loss of him in you, back still arched and cunt exposed right towards him. he spread your legs a little bit wider, taking his cock out with one hand.

he as well, was dripping. pre was gathered at the tip, leaking with every breath he took. slowly, he dragged it right at your entrance, wanting more begging from you. “toru! stop it!”

“that’s a new one.” upon your request, he obliged, gently pushing in a couple of inches. “fuckkkkk..” you were right, so fucking tight and warm he could die right there. his thrusts were torturously slow. your knuckles had far turned white with the grip your hands had on the bedsheets. “can you just fuck me normally?!” you shot out.

“there she is.” satoru beamed. “missed ya being so snappy towards me. with that, he shoved his entire cock right in you. your mouth fell agape, no sound being produced. how could you even think when your back is getting blown out with a speed you don’t know was possible.

“mmm good girl.” he whispered, arms wrapping around your waist, bringing his whole body weight down onto yours.

you muffled your cries with the pillow, eyes rolling into the back of your head. everything was just so perfect. “shit, did you get tighter?” satoru kissed your cheek repeatedly, licking away at your tears. “you’re doing so good. taking my cock like the good perfect girl you are.”

your stomach fluttered at his words. even the most annoying guy on earth could be kind at times. satoru slowed down his movement, pulling out until his tip was the only thing inside of you. “want me to give you a proper apology for being an ass?”

the earlier events were long forgotten for you, being way too focused on how your insides were practically being de-arranged. regardless, you nodded.

“then cum for me.”

he slammed right back into you, knocking all air out of your lungs. you screamed, torn between feeling pleasure or pain. “cmon, cum all over my cock. show me how much you want me.”

your walls stretched around him, memorizing his length. bruises appeared on your sides from the sheer strength in which he was holding you, almost like he didn’t want to let go.

his thrusts stuttered when he neared his orgasm, not wanting to finish before you though. with one final thrust, you came all over him. you sniffled, looking over your shoulder to meet eyes with him. the second you made eye contact, his face softened. shortly after, he squirted our ropes of cum into your womb. he came a lot, some making its way out of your puffy folds.

his breaths were shaky, because looking down at you and seeing you post orgasm made him realize that one round wasn’t going to be enough. “you’re so beautiful..” satoru didn’t pull out yet, instead he turned your body over. your breathing was shaky, still regaining stability.

“i’m sorry for being so mean to you sweets.. just needed a way to get your attention.”

“well.. you got it.” you sniffled, leaning into his touch when he reached out to wipe away the remaining tears.

“good, cuz i’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

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[reallyreis]

‧₊ higuruma coming home early to his girlfriend studying

your boyfriend was a lawyer, and most lawyers like him, didn’t believe in leaving the office before dark. you gotten used to making dinner for the both of you, just to end up putting his plate in the fridge.

so when the front door opened just after 7pm, you immediately looked up from your notes.

“…what are you doing here?”

he loosened his tie as he stepped inside, a tired smile finding its way onto his face the moment he saw you. “I live here, need I remind you?”

“you do,” you said, still blinking in disbelief, “but you’re never home before ten.”

“i know.”

he slipped off his shoes and walked further into the apartment, his briefcase hanging loosely from one hand. “I finished early.”

you narrowed eyes at him suspiciously. “did you get fired? lost a case?”

a laugh escaped him. “no.”

“then why are you home early?”

he slipped his watch off and placed it on the counter, along with his briefcase, before looking back at you.

“I spend enough of my life arguing with strangers.”

his smile softened. “I figured I’d rather spend tonight with the person who gives me peace.”

his words caught you off guard. you smiled to yourself. “I didn’t know lawyers can be sweet.”

“we’re not.”

“no?”

“no.” he slipped off his jacket, draping it neatly over the back of a chair before walking to where you were seated. “we’re just very good at knowing what we want.”

“and what do you want?”

his gaze drifted to you, seated cross-legged at the dining table, highlighters scattered across pages of handwritten notes.

he smiled. “this.”

you looked down at the chaos spread across the dining table before looking back at him, unable to hide your laugh.

“my colour-coded notes?”

“no.” his voice was quieter now. “you.”

he took a slow step toward you, his tie still hanging loose around his neck, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled just enough to reveal his forearms.

“I spend all day surrounded by case files, deadlines, and people trying to prove each other wrong.” his eyes softened. “then I come home…”

his fingertips gently lifted your chin until you were looking at him.

“…and I find you here, studying just as hard as I do.”

a smile tugged at your lips. “you make me sound impressive.”

“you are.”

before you could tease him again, he leaned down and kissed you.

one hand came to rest gently against the side of your neck while the other reached up to your face, his thumb brushing lightly along your cheek. his fingers hooked around the arm of your glasses, carefully sliding them off before setting them on the table beside your open textbook.

“didn’t want these getting in the way,” he murmured, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

you laughed softly, but it barely escaped your lips before he kissed you again. his lips were warm, carrying the faint bittersweet taste of the coffee he’d been drinking earlier. without thinking, your hands found their way into his hair, your fingers threading gently through the soft strands at the nape of his neck.

he smiled against your lips, his hand settling a little more securely at your waist as though he’d been waiting all day to hold you like this.

when the kiss finally broke, neither of you moved very far.

he rested his forehead against yours, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m starting to think coming home early was the best decision I’ve made all week.”

“oh really?” you ask teasingly.

“ask me again after I kiss you properly.”

[reallyreis]

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[reallyreis]

‧₊ higuruma coming home early to his girlfriend studying

your boyfriend was a lawyer, and most lawyers like him, didn’t believe in leaving the office before dark. you gotten used to making dinner for the both of you, just to end up putting his plate in the fridge.

so when the front door opened just after 7pm, you immediately looked up from your notes.

“…what are you doing here?”

he loosened his tie as he stepped inside, a tired smile finding its way onto his face the moment he saw you. “I live here, need I remind you?”

“you do,” you said, still blinking in disbelief, “but you’re never home before ten.”

“i know.”

he slipped off his shoes and walked further into the apartment, his briefcase hanging loosely from one hand. “I finished early.”

you narrowed eyes at him suspiciously. “did you get fired? lost a case?”

a laugh escaped him. “no.”

“then why are you home early?”

he slipped his watch off and placed it on the counter, along with his briefcase, before looking back at you.

“I spend enough of my life arguing with strangers.”

his smile softened. “I figured I’d rather spend tonight with the person who gives me peace.”

his words caught you off guard. you smiled to yourself. “I didn’t know lawyers can be sweet.”

“we’re not.”

“no?”

“no.” he slipped off his jacket, draping it neatly over the back of a chair before walking to where you were seated. “we’re just very good at knowing what we want.”

“and what do you want?”

his gaze drifted to you, seated cross-legged at the dining table, highlighters scattered across pages of handwritten notes.

he smiled. “this.”

you looked down at the chaos spread across the dining table before looking back at him, unable to hide your laugh.

“my colour-coded notes?”

“no.” his voice was quieter now. “you.”

he took a slow step toward you, his tie still hanging loose around his neck, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled just enough to reveal his forearms.

“I spend all day surrounded by case files, deadlines, and people trying to prove each other wrong.” his eyes softened. “then I come home…”

his fingertips gently lifted your chin until you were looking at him.

“…and I find you here, studying just as hard as I do.”

a smile tugged at your lips. “you make me sound impressive.”

“you are.”

before you could tease him again, he leaned down and kissed you.

one hand came to rest gently against the side of your neck while the other reached up to your face, his thumb brushing lightly along your cheek. his fingers hooked around the arm of your glasses, carefully sliding them off before setting them on the table beside your open textbook.

“didn’t want these getting in the way,” he murmured, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

you laughed softly, but it barely escaped your lips before he kissed you again. his lips were warm, carrying the faint bittersweet taste of the coffee he’d been drinking earlier. without thinking, your hands found their way into his hair, your fingers threading gently through the soft strands at the nape of his neck.

he smiled against your lips, his hand settling a little more securely at your waist as though he’d been waiting all day to hold you like this.

when the kiss finally broke, neither of you moved very far.

he rested his forehead against yours, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m starting to think coming home early was the best decision I’ve made all week.”

“oh really?” you ask teasingly.

“ask me again after I kiss you properly.”

[gojosconsort]

⌗　TOJI FUSHIGURO　/　伏黒 甚爾 mdni.　◞♡　toji sends you nudes the whole day

your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. it was barely past nine in the morning and you were already regretting not silencing it before your shift. the office did not offer much privacy so every vibration against your thigh made your stomach flip.

morning gorgeous. slept like shit without you.

he attached a mirror selfie. his broad chest filled the frame. you can see his dark happy trail disappeared into low black boxers, and that cocky smirk was aimed straight at the camera.

you typed under the desk: toji. i’m at work.

so? i’m bored and got aaaaalllll day to think about how good you looked riding me last night.

he sent a new photo. his boxers were shoved down. his thick cock rested heavy on his stomach. one big hand wrapped around the base. the veins were prominent. the tip was already shiny with precum.

heat flooded your face. you locked the screen and tried to focus on the spreadsheet. it didn’t work. by ten-thirty he was sending short videos—lazy strokes, low voice murmuring your name, “miss that pretty mouth, baby.”

you lasted until lunch before slipping into the single bathroom. the stall door clicked shut. another photo had arrived while you were walking: toji on his knees on the mattress, ass up, looking back over his shoulder with a wicked grin, scar on his lip pulled tight.

“fuck,” you whispered. your fingers were already under your panties when the next message popped up.

ignoring me? bad girl. gonna punish you when you get home.

with it he sent a close-up of his cock. precum dripped onto the sheets while his fist squeezed the flushed head.

you came fast and quiet, biting your wrist, then cleaned up and went back to your desk on shaky legs. the rest of the afternoon was pure torture. he kept spamming—texts about how bored he was, how he was just chilling, maybe playing games or napping. in your mind he was living that unemployed life he always joked about: cereal for lunch, no schedule, nothing but time to get himself off and send you the evidence.

the photos kept coming. him in the shower, water streaming down his muscular body. a fresh cumshot across his abs, voice note of him groaning your name. by four-thirty your panties were soaked through and your focus was gone.

shift over yet? been thinking about bending you over the second you walk in. got something nice and hard waiting.

he sent a last photo. he was sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide. his cock flushed and heavy in his hand.

hurry up, princess. daddy’s lonely.

you grabbed your bag the second the clock hit five. on the train you finally replied, you’re the worst. what did you even do all day??

nothing much. same old. miss you.

what you didn’t know—what he could never tell you—was that “nothing much” had been a silenced pistol in a warehouse across town, a clean headshot, and a thick envelope of cash now hidden under the floorboard at home.

toji wasn’t unemployed. he just played the part so you would stay soft and safe and none the wiser. he sent nudes instead of explanations, kept you wet and distracted at work, and waited for you to come home smiling, exactly like this.

you smiled at the screen, already wet again at the thought of walking through the door. if only you knew.

[fricks]

"could i maybe eat it one last time?" ☆

based off this ask

you weren't even planning on being home when your ex boyfriend choso came over to pick up the last of his clothes. sure, maybe letting the poor soul in to pack his things might've resulted in him swiping a few pairs of your unmentionables, but it would have been worth avoiding this.

you lean against the wall of your bedroom—the one you once shared—as you watch him pack his clothes into a bag. well, the clothes you didn't hide to keep and wear later. "eat what? i'm not cooking for you, asshole. men and your patriarchal entitlement to homecooked meals."

"eat you," he clarifies, cheeks a pretty pink as he plays with his fingers. "not... not eat you. but. you know—"

"yeah i get it," you close your eyes, trying desperately to ignore the throb between your legs to save face.

"eat you out," he rambles on regardless. "your pussy. i mean, am i still allowed to call it that?"

"oh wow," you nod, turning heel to walk out of your room and into the kitchen. it's a mess, you haven't cleaned up from breakfast, but you'd rather be here than there.

choso follows behind you. "why are you going to the kitchen? i already said i don't want you to cook for me. sorry, i'm trying to communicate better, like you said. i want to go down on—"

"oh my god choso," you press your hands against the countertop, leaning forward and squeezing your eyes (and thighs) shut. "i get it. we're in the kitchen because if you kept saying that shit in the bedroom i was going to ride you stupid."

you don't need to open your eyes to know what look he's got on his face. you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from laughing when a small "oh," sounds out from behind you, followed by a "could we go back to the bedroom?"

choso is anything but slick, you guess. you, on the other hand, are slick with a sudden need that has your head near-spinning. "just... go get your things, choso. i'll wait here."

you are met with silence. choso's footsteps are usually heavy, but you think for a moment that he's managed to sneak away and finish his packing. you exhale, open your eyes, and turn to glance towards the bedroom, just to find choso right in the same spot.

on his knees.

he looks messy. like he's just been and reused, not like he's vying for it now. his hair is down, messy and falling into his eyes, which are already misty with tears. his lips are parted, chest heaving, as he lays both palms face-down on his thighs and gives you that look you've seen so many times before.

...one last time won't hurt.

the way his eyes widen as you walk over is sinful. makes you ache for the recent days in which you'd take what you needed from him over and over and over again, proprieties be damned.

"you suck at being an ex boyfriend," you murmur, stopping right in front of your choso and giving him a look when his hands rise to hold your hips. "this is the last time. i mean it."

choso nods frantically, already darting his tongue out to wet his lips at he tugs at the waistband of your pants, pulling them down to pool around your ankles. he leaves your panties on, and immediately dives forward to start kissing your clit through the now-damp fabric.

your hand shoots down and tangles in his messy hair, which makes him moan like a fucking whore. you'd tease him for it if you were less on the cusp of kicking him out for breaking your resolve.

as if he had to do much to get you to relent.

"fuck," you tilt your head back as choso digs his nose in against your heat and inhales. "you're gross."

"i miss you," he ignores your jab, well used to them now, and pulls your panties to the side. his fingers curl beneath the waistband, playing with it idly but not moving to take them off as he leans in holds your hips to his face. "can we get back together?"

"no," you're quick to answer. "that's not how it... fuck. that's now how it works."

choso looks up at you, eyes locked onto yours, his hair pulled harshly out of his face as he latches his lips around your clit and sucks. his eyes are still wet, and you can't help yourself before you're wiping the thumb of your free hand underneath them, ridding his tears.

always a hungry man, it doesn't take choso long to start devouring. moans drip from his lips alongside your wetness as he loses himself in his meal, one hand toying with the waistband of your panties (that you're sure he'll figure a way to take home with him) as the other holds your waist steady.

it's a good thing, too. the assault of his mouth on your clit is already enough to weaken your legs. you can lie to yourself and say it's because it has been a while, but you know that really there's no one that can pull you to this beautiful edge quite like choso does.

"oh my god," you bite your lip, tugging at his hair in earnest as you start to buck your hips forward against his greedy mouth. "i'm close."

he hums in response, sending vibrations up your spine as his hand in your waistband moves to push two fingers inside of you. the sudden intrusion has you gasping, steadying yourself on him and praying to any god that'll listen that you won't say something stupid like—

"god i fucking love you so much choso. feels so good, i miss this. miss you. miss your fucking mouth and oh my god i'm... fuck!"

your orgasm jolts through you like you've had your finger in an outlet. it's sharp and quick and almost a little painful, but the exact sort of release your body had been after. you slump forward a little into choso's steady hands, just to find them not so steady...

puling back and looking down, you find your pussydrunk ex boyfriend to be quite the sight for sore eyes. his lips and chin are covered in your release, eyes squeezed shut, and whole body tense as he gasps for air.

"are you..?"

"yeah," his word is shaky, exhaled through a moan as you watch the bulge in his sweatpants turn wet. "love you too."

you grimace. maybe riding him here on the kitchen floor would be a nice send-off to a relationship that ended so rightfully. though you know he doesn't deserve such niceties, maybe cumming in his pants is a suitable goodbye after...

you pause. "hey cho?"

"mhm?" he blinks up at you with his still-teary eyes.

"why did we break up again?"

your ex parts his lips for a moment, thinking on the answer. "i finished pretty little liars without you."

"ohh yeah," you stroke his hair, and then lean down a little to give his cheek a few gentle smacks. "get the fuck out."

[gojosconsort]

⌗　TOJI FUSHIGURO　/　伏黒 甚爾 mdni.　◞♡　toji sends you nudes the whole day

your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. it was barely past nine in the morning and you were already regretting not silencing it before your shift. the office did not offer much privacy so every vibration against your thigh made your stomach flip.

morning gorgeous. slept like shit without you.

he attached a mirror selfie. his broad chest filled the frame. you can see his dark happy trail disappeared into low black boxers, and that cocky smirk was aimed straight at the camera.

you typed under the desk: toji. i’m at work.

so? i’m bored and got aaaaalllll day to think about how good you looked riding me last night.

he sent a new photo. his boxers were shoved down. his thick cock rested heavy on his stomach. one big hand wrapped around the base. the veins were prominent. the tip was already shiny with precum.

heat flooded your face. you locked the screen and tried to focus on the spreadsheet. it didn’t work. by ten-thirty he was sending short videos—lazy strokes, low voice murmuring your name, “miss that pretty mouth, baby.”

you lasted until lunch before slipping into the single bathroom. the stall door clicked shut. another photo had arrived while you were walking: toji on his knees on the mattress, ass up, looking back over his shoulder with a wicked grin, scar on his lip pulled tight.

“fuck,” you whispered. your fingers were already under your panties when the next message popped up.

ignoring me? bad girl. gonna punish you when you get home.

with it he sent a close-up of his cock. precum dripped onto the sheets while his fist squeezed the flushed head.

you came fast and quiet, biting your wrist, then cleaned up and went back to your desk on shaky legs. the rest of the afternoon was pure torture. he kept spamming—texts about how bored he was, how he was just chilling, maybe playing games or napping. in your mind he was living that unemployed life he always joked about: cereal for lunch, no schedule, nothing but time to get himself off and send you the evidence.

the photos kept coming. him in the shower, water streaming down his muscular body. a fresh cumshot across his abs, voice note of him groaning your name. by four-thirty your panties were soaked through and your focus was gone.

shift over yet? been thinking about bending you over the second you walk in. got something nice and hard waiting.

he sent a last photo. he was sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide. his cock flushed and heavy in his hand.

hurry up, princess. daddy’s lonely.

you grabbed your bag the second the clock hit five. on the train you finally replied, you’re the worst. what did you even do all day??

nothing much. same old. miss you.

what you didn’t know—what he could never tell you—was that “nothing much” had been a silenced pistol in a warehouse across town, a clean headshot, and a thick envelope of cash now hidden under the floorboard at home.

toji wasn’t unemployed. he just played the part so you would stay soft and safe and none the wiser. he sent nudes instead of explanations, kept you wet and distracted at work, and waited for you to come home smiling, exactly like this.

you smiled at the screen, already wet again at the thought of walking through the door. if only you knew.

[t0jisbunny]

husband!toji taking care of you after you give birth ♡

you finally understood the importance of the type of man you marry.

your whole body was weak, aching, and sore all over after giving birth. for the first couple days afterwards, you were pretty much bedridden at the hospital. but through every agonising hour, toji was by your side, refusing to leave, glued to an uncomfortable chair beside you.

after day two, you finally regained some energy and movement. the nurses suggested you try to walk and take a shower, get your body back into commission. toji refused to let anyone else help you, practically shooing the nurses away as he helps you out of bed, one strong arm around your waist as he walks you to the bathroom.

you limp a little, wincing still at the lingering pain between your legs. "can’t you just carry me like you usually do when i’m tired?" you whine, holding onto toji for dear life as you pad closer to the bathroom. "y’can do it, baby. few more steps, atta girl," he encourages, supporting you effortlessly with those strong arms.

honestly, you were dying for a hot shower. and to get out of the bulky pads you’re wearing to stop you from pissing yourself.

toji flicks the shower on, then turns back to you, carefully unfastening your maternity gown and letting it pool at your feet. he smiles gently at your still swollen belly, covered in stretch marks, rubbing it with two hands and feeling how empty and soft it was now. "gonna miss this bump."

you place your hands on his shoulders as he helps you out of your underwear, discarding the used pad with his bare hands like it wasn’t covered in all types of bodily fluid.

without an ounce of judgement, he sits you down on the toilet, holding your hand as you relieve yourself, gritting your teeth through the burning sensation. once you finish, you hold onto one of his arms as he wipes you gently, careful not to cause you any discomfort. “still sore?" he asks, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

you nod slowly, letting toji walk you to the shower, the warm droplets beginning to cascade down your skin. you look at him expectedly as the steam begins to fill the small bathroom. "yeah, i’m comin" he says, taking his own clothes off to join you.

your husband steps in with you, pressing his chest to your back, hands steady on your hips as he presses soft kisses to your neck. you sigh in relief, finally able to take a second to breathe after all the chaos.

toji takes the soap from your bag nearby, lathering you in it, then takes a soft sponge and washes you. he’s extra careful, hands unhurried as he cleans you, praising you with that low, gravelly voice. "been so strong these last few days, mama.”

he moves on to your hair, washing and conditioning it thoroughly, doing everything in his power to help you feel refreshed again. once he’s done, he holds you close once more, hands on your soft belly, chin resting on your shoulder.

it was pure bliss — serenity. you both stayed there for a while, enjoying every quiet moment you can get whilst the nurses took your baby for its checkup.

when you exit the shower, he’s already grabbing you a soft robe, helping you into it and grabbing you a fresh pad and pair of underwear. "hold onto me, there ya’ go," he says, slipping your underwear on, up to your knees and sitting you on the lid of the toilet.

he hadn’t even bothered to dry himself off yet, or grab a towel; you were his priority. always.

toji crouches in front of you, sticking your large pad to your underwear. you watch him with a smile, so careful, so focused. he then layers the pad with soothing compresses before helping you back onto your feet, pulling your underwear up and fastening your robe.

"feel ok?" he asks, tucking a stray, damp strand of hair behind your ear.

you smile and nod, too exhausted to dry or brush your hair. you limp back towards your bed, toji follows close behind you in case you fell — quickly grabbing a towel beforehand. he helps you back into bed, pulling the blanket back over you.

"need anythin’ else, baby?" he asks, perching on the end of your bed, hand over your thigh.

"a kiss before i nap for like another ten hours?" you smile, closing your eyes. without having to be asked twice, he leans over, kissing you softly — once on your cheek, once on your lips. "love you," he murmurs."

"mm, love you too."

the room grows silent as you settle in, resting your mind and body. he stays sat with you, rubbing your thigh, still shirtless and dripping wet.

"you better put a shirt on before the nurses come back," you mumble. "on it," he responds with a low chuckle, heading back towards the bathroom.

a/n; just a toji blog atp LOL

[kill3ill]

choso has a fat dick — 18+

choso's never been quite fond of his cock.

he's obviously started watching porn, but finds himself confused by how different his looks compared to the men in the clips. most are nice and proportionate to their bodies, some long and lithe, some shorter, but none as thick and heavy as his. why are his balls sticking to the inside of his thighs when it gets hot? why is his cock so heavy that he walks slower than other men? he hates it.

when he sees bigger sizes being praised online he figures they don't mean him. because his cock isn't just big, it's heavy, fat, swings when he walks, and takes up all the space in his boxers. he can't even find a sex doll for him to fuck that'll withstand his size. he's torn through all of them.

how is he ever going to be in a relationship?

when you started liking him, choso had forgotten all about the monstrosity in his underwear and got all caught up in your flirtations. he's never had someone as beautiful as you pay so much attention to him. you're one of yuji's friends from college that's staying at their house for the summer. you include him on your outings with yuji, get him little gifts you say reminded you of him, call him pretty and trace his tattoos with your hands... it all has his brain melting into goo. he only remembers that he's a freak when you're sat on the couch with him sitting on the floor between your legs during movie night, and you're scratching his scalp lightly with your fingertips.

the slow, repeated motion has his cock twitching and slowly rising in his pants, giving an especially hard throb when you tug his hair gently and squish your thighs around him. your hole is close enough to his nose for him to smell you, the sweet tangy scent making his mouth water.

he doesn't notice how bad it looks until his cock is fully stood up in his shorts, and he looks down, seeing the huge tent in his trousers and pushes his hands over it, stumbling to his feet. the quick, sudden movements making him dizzy. "i t-think i left my computer on upstairs" he mumbles, pushing down on his cock and praying you can't see how hard he is. you look up at him through long lashes and tilt your head, giving him a look that's disastrously similar to one you'd probably make if you sucked him off. it has him starting to leak an embarrassing amount.

with a yelp, he rushes upstairs before you can see the mess he's made of himself. he's so disoriented that he accidentally finds himself in the guest room, the one you're currently using, instead of his. and it's heaven. all your little trinkets everywhere, your scent stuck in the room... he dumps himself face first on the bed and buries his face into the pillow you're using, inhaling deeply and starting to hump the mattress through his shorts.

his cock is so swollen, even fatter and more sensitive than normal, and his hip rolls are slow and heavy as he grinds down onto the cushy duvet, inhaling large gusts of your shampoo and lotion from the pillow and imagining he's grinding on you instead. soft, sweet, pretty you. he's so obsessed with you. and you like him too, he knows it... how will he fit his cock in you when the time finally comes for him to fuck you?

"mngh... s-shit-" he groans into the pillow, strings of saliva coating it from his parted lips. he hasn't had feelings like this for another person for as long as he can remember, and imagining you being able to take all of him has his brain completely messed up.

choso pants your name and reaches down to cup his balls through his thin shorts, massaging the heavy mounds as more precum shoots out of his tip and leaks onto your mattress. he wonders if you've touched yourself on this bed too. maybe you touched yourself to him- "oh ff-fuck-" he chokes out, tearing his pants off and grinding his cock raw on your mattress, his fat cock now bare to the cool air of the room and to anyone that could walk in...

"choso, are you in my room? i've been looking for you everywhere! why have you been gone so long? yuji told me to come check on-"

you barge into the room unceremoniously and look at choso rubbing his huge dick on your bed, leaking cum everywhere out of his thick, flushed tip and sniffing your pillow.

"oh my gosh."

he tries to get up quickly, but he's so dazed and his orgasm was ruined and his poor cock hurts so much... he can't stop what he's doing, continuing to hump your bed while looking at you with huge, glossy eyes. "ne- hic- need help, please..." he begs, lips parted as a moan bubbles out of him.

you'd be completely grossed out if this were anyone else in the world sneaking into your room and getting off to you like this, but you know choso. he's so sweet and gentle, and if he got this desperate, you know he must've been wanting you for a long time. you pause by the door. "h-how do you want me to help you?"

he sniffles and pouts up at you. "i wanna do this to you instead..." he says, reaching a hand out for you.

slowly, you approach him, and he makes quick work of tugging you under him. he parts your legs and lines his bare cock up with your clothed hole, starting to grind down on you while panting and looking straight into your eyes.

you gasp at the pleasure erupting through you as he starts to grind down on you. the friction is delicious, and his weight on top of you allows for firmer pressure of your crotches against one another. from this angle, you can look down proper and see if his dick really was as big as it felt, and you gasp at the huge, thick flesh pressing into you.

choso whimpers and frantically kisses you to distract you from gaping at his cock. "please don't look at it," he moans against your mouth, enjoying how good you taste. somehow it's even better than you smell, and he can't resist sliding his tongue past your lips and tangling your tongue with his as he humps you. " 's big and ugly."

he never thought he'd be fortunate enough to do this, but here he is, grinding on and kissing his crush, and all he needed to do was ask. you're nearly distracted by kissing him, but you catch on to his words of insecurity and pull away, panting. "that's not- ah, true, choso. your cock is mnh! nice..."

he perks up, getting overexcited by your praise and moans and squirming. he grabs your hips and tugs off your bottoms, lifting you up and rubbing himself against your naked hole. "yeah?" he pants. "you like it? ugh, 'm so close..."

you mewl each time his wet tip notches partially in your hole then slips out, offering a momentary stretch before he returns to humping you. "c-can i cum on you?" he whines, rubbing you on his dick and maneuvering your body in his big hands. "please... i like you so much, i want you to smell like me-"

"y-yeah... f-fuck, you can put it in me if you want to, too." you gasp as he pushes just a little bit inside again and pulls out, returning to rubbing against you sloppily.

he whines, not wanting to reject your offer, but knowing he'll probably never fit inside you. the thought of stretching you out again and having you cry and squirm on his dick if he buried himself inside you all the way has his vision going white, and his eyes roll as he shoots hot ropes of cream all over your tummy, with you following right after.

as you cum together, choso bends down and kisses you hard once more, dumping his body on yours and practically slurping on your tongue. he's getting all excited again and doesnt notice you grabbing his half-hard cock at the base, starting to slowly push it inside you...

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[reallyreis]

mornings with nanami ｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

the house was unusually quiet. normally by this time, nanami would already be dressed for work and halfway through answering emails while drinking coffee that had long gone cold. instead, sunlight peaked the curtains and illuminated the unexpected sight of your husband still asleep beside you.

you studied him for a moment. his phone sat untouched on the bedside table, and looking at the clock, he had somehow slept for nearly three hours later than usual. this felt impossible for you to believe.

a low groan escaped his lips as he shifted beneath the blankets. without opening his eyes, nanami reached across the mattress until his hand found yours. his fingers tightened around it.

“I know you’re staring at me,” nanami says, his voice rough with sleep. his eyes remained closed as he spoke, and he gently tugged on your hand until it was resting against his chest. “you’ve been staring for at least two minutes.”

you couldn’t help laughing. “you weren’t even awake.”

“I am now.”

“you literally had your eyes closed.”

nanami finally opened one eye and looked up at you. “that doesn’t mean I wasn’t aware of what was happening.” his arm slid around your waist a moment later, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you. “you’re also sitting too far away.”

the seriousness in his voice made you laugh at him. for someone who spent most of his week buried in meetings, deadlines, and endless work calls, he became surprisingly clingy whenever he had free time. it was as though he spent the entire week storing up affection only to unleash all of it the second he got a chance.

the mattress shifted beneath you as he moved closer, pressing his face against your shoulder.

“you know,” you said, glancing at the clock again, “most people are awake by now.”

“most people are exhausting.”

you rolled your eyes. a small smile appeared on his face before he buried it against your shoulder.

then you felt his lips brush against the side of your neck. the kiss was soft, almost absent-minded. you immediately smiled.

“nanami.”

“hm?” he murmured against your skin, peppering you with gentle kisses all over.

you tilted your head slightly. “you’re very clingy today.” lifting your hand over him, running your fingers through his hair,

his response came in the form of another kiss near your jaw. “I haven’t seen my love properly this week,” nanami said quietly. “I’ve been leaving before you’re fully awake and getting home when you’re already half asleep.”

the honesty in his voice made your heart soften.

because he wasn’t wrong. the past few weeks had been especially busy for him. even when he was physically home, part of his attention seemed to be somewhere else.

now, for the first time in what felt like forever, he was completely present.

another kiss landed on your lips. then another and another and ano– you laughed softly. “you’re proving my point.”

“i don’t know what point you’re talking about,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “today’s not about work .”

you raised an eyebrow. “no?”

“no,” nanami said, completely serious. “today is about staying in bed with my wife and let her know (and feel) how much I’ve missed her.”

his arm came around your waist, tightened. “let me spoil you today.”

— ᨳଓ .

[reallyreis]

mornings with nanami ｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

the house was unusually quiet. normally by this time, nanami would already be dressed for work and halfway through answering emails while drinking coffee that had long gone cold. instead, sunlight peaked the curtains and illuminated the unexpected sight of your husband still asleep beside you.

you studied him for a moment. his phone sat untouched on the bedside table, and looking at the clock, he had somehow slept for nearly three hours later than usual. this felt impossible for you to believe.

a low groan escaped his lips as he shifted beneath the blankets. without opening his eyes, nanami reached across the mattress until his hand found yours. his fingers tightened around it.

“I know you’re staring at me,” nanami says, his voice rough with sleep. his eyes remained closed as he spoke, and he gently tugged on your hand until it was resting against his chest. “you’ve been staring for at least two minutes.”

you couldn’t help laughing. “you weren’t even awake.”

“I am now.”

“you literally had your eyes closed.”

nanami finally opened one eye and looked up at you. “that doesn’t mean I wasn’t aware of what was happening.” his arm slid around your waist a moment later, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you. “you’re also sitting too far away.”

the seriousness in his voice made you laugh at him. for someone who spent most of his week buried in meetings, deadlines, and endless work calls, he became surprisingly clingy whenever he had free time. it was as though he spent the entire week storing up affection only to unleash all of it the second he got a chance.

the mattress shifted beneath you as he moved closer, pressing his face against your shoulder.

“you know,” you said, glancing at the clock again, “most people are awake by now.”

“most people are exhausting.”

you rolled your eyes. a small smile appeared on his face before he buried it against your shoulder.

then you felt his lips brush against the side of your neck. the kiss was soft, almost absent-minded. you immediately smiled.

“nanami.”

“hm?” he murmured against your skin, peppering you with gentle kisses all over.

you tilted your head slightly. “you’re very clingy today.” lifting your hand over him, running your fingers through his hair,

his response came in the form of another kiss near your jaw. “I haven’t seen my love properly this week,” nanami said quietly. “I’ve been leaving before you’re fully awake and getting home when you’re already half asleep.”

the honesty in his voice made your heart soften.

because he wasn’t wrong. the past few weeks had been especially busy for him. even when he was physically home, part of his attention seemed to be somewhere else.

now, for the first time in what felt like forever, he was completely present.

another kiss landed on your lips. then another and another and ano– you laughed softly. “you’re proving my point.”

“i don’t know what point you’re talking about,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “today’s not about work .”

you raised an eyebrow. “no?”

“no,” nanami said, completely serious. “today is about staying in bed with my wife and let her know (and feel) how much I’ve missed her.”

his arm came around your waist, tightened. “let me spoil you today.”

— ᨳଓ .

[6x-x9]

-`♡´-Sucking Choso off during a lecture + Sounding him part way through...! :: 18+ :: fem!reader ::

Your boyfriend Choso sits rigid in the back row of the dim lecture hall, legs spread just enough under the narrow desk to give you room. The professor drones on about some obscure theory at the front, voice echoing off the high ceiling, while the rest of the class scribbles notes or scrolls on their laptops. No one notices the slight tremble in Choso’s shoulders or the way his knuckles have gone white around the edge of his notebook.

You’re tucked between his thighs, knees on the cold floor, hidden completely by the desk’s overhang. His jeans are open, zipper down, and that pretty cock of his is already out, thick and flushed, resting heavy against his thigh before you wrapped your lips around the head. It twitches the second your tongue swirls over the sensitive slit, tasting the salty bead of precum that keeps leaking for you.

Choso’s head is bowed low, dark hair falling forward to curtain his face as he pretends to focus on the lecture. A tiny, choked sound slips from his throat when you suck him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and taking him halfway down in one slow glide. His cock fills your mouth so nicely, hot and velvety, the vein along the underside pulsing against your tongue.

“Fuck… baby,” he whispers, barely audible, voice strained. He shifts in his seat, thighs tensing around your shoulders. “Not here… they’ll hear…”

You pull off just enough to whisper back, lips brushing the wet tip. “Then be quiet, Choso. You don’t want the whole class knowing how much you love your girlfriend sucking your cock under the desk, do you?” You lick a long stripe up the shaft, then swallow him down again, bobbing your head with wet, filthy sounds that only he can hear.

He bites his lip hard, a muffled whimper vibrating through his chest. One hand drops beneath the desk, fingers threading into your hair, not pushing, just holding on like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. “Shit… your mouth feels too good,” he breathes, hips twitching forward despite himself. “I’m gonna… ah—gonna moan if you keep doing that…”

You hum around him, the vibration making his cock jump. You suck harder, tongue pressing flat against the underside, working him with slow, deliberate strokes while your hand pumps the base he can’t fit. Choso’s breathing turns ragged, little broken gasps escaping no matter how hard he tries to swallow them. Every time the professor pauses, he freezes, terrified someone will notice the way his leg is shaking.

After a few minutes of torturing him like that, you pull off with a soft pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to his glistening cock. From your bag you fish the thin, smooth sounding rod you’d slipped in earlier, metal cool and slick with lube. Choso’s eyes widen when he sees it, pupils blown.

“W-wait… what are you—”

“Shh,” you coo, pressing the rounded tip against his already leaking slit. “Open up for me, pretty boy. You’re going to hold every drop of that cum inside until I say so.”

He exhales shakily as you ease the rod in, slow and careful, stretching his sensitive urethra just enough to make his thighs quiver. The sight of it disappearing into his cock is obscene, his reddened tip widening slightly around the metal. Choso lets out a strangled moan, quickly turning it into a cough when the girl two rows ahead glances back.

You stroke his shaft gently while the rod sits nestled inside, plugging him completely. “Good boy,” you murmur against his thigh, kissing the tense muscle. “Keep it all in. No cumming until the room’s empty.”

Choso’s head drops lower, forehead nearly resting on the desk as he fights the overwhelming pressure. His cock is throbbing visibly now, veins standing out, the plugged slit flushed dark and puffy. Every tiny shift of the rod makes him bite back another whimper. “It’s too much… feels so weird… so full,” he whispers, voice cracking. “Baby, please… I need to cum so bad…”

“Not yet,” you tease, licking lazily at the stretched skin around the base of the rod. “You’re going to sit here like a good little slut, cock plugged and leaking, while everyone else packs up. Think you can do that without moaning my name?”

He nods frantically, teeth sunk into his lower lip. The lecture finally ends. Chairs scrape, voices rise as students file out. Choso stays glued to his seat, pretending to organize his notes with trembling hands. The professor walks over, stopping right in front of the desk.

“Choso? You okay back there? You look a little pale.”

Choso lifts his head, face flushed, eyes glassy. “Y-yeah… just a headache,” he manages, voice rough. “I’ll… I’ll just take a minute to pack my stuff. Be out soon.”

The professor nods sympathetically and leaves, the door clicking shut behind the last few stragglers. The hall falls silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioning.

The second the lock catches, you don’t waste a single second.

You yank the sounding rod out in one smooth pull. Choso’s eyes roll back, a raw, broken cry tearing from his throat as the pressure releases all at once. His cock erupts instantly, thick ropes of cum shooting from his widened, reddened slit in powerful, messy spurts. It paints your tongue, your chin, drips down his shaft and over your fingers as you stroke him through it, milking every last drop.

“Fuuuck—oh my god,” he sobs, hips bucking wildly into your fist. “It’s too much… cumming so hard… baby, your mouth—shit—”

You wrap your lips around the sensitive head again, sucking gently on the puffy, stretched slit while he keeps pulsing, more cum flooding your mouth in weaker waves. His thighs shake violently around your head, soft desperate whimpers spilling out nonstop now that he doesn’t have to hold back.

When the last tremor fades, Choso slumps back in the chair, chest heaving, cock still twitching in the cool air, slit glistening and slightly gaping from the rod. You lick him clean with slow, thorough strokes of your tongue, savoring the taste of him, then tuck him back into his jeans with a soft kiss to the damp fabric.

You crawl out from under the desk, lips shiny, and climb into his lap, pressing a filthy kiss to his slack mouth.

“Such a good boy for me,” you whisper against his lips, tasting salt and desperation. “Next lecture… maybe I’ll plug you again and make you sit through the whole thing with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

Choso just groans, arms wrapping around you tight, already half-hard once more at the thought.

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[kamislop]

long distance relationship - suguru g. 18+ MDNI!!!

“i missed you so fucking much, suguru,” you throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck. “gosh, it feels like it’s been centuries.”

“oh baby, i’ve missed you too,” he coos, pressing his lips to your hair. one of his arms envelop you, the other still holding the heavy duffel bag around his shoulder. “can i put down my stuff? or are you going to cling to me like a baby monkey?”

you whine something unintelligible into his skin, making him laugh. oh, how he’d missed you. rubbing your back in soothing circles with his thumb, he lowers his head closer to your ear. “just let me take my coat off and i’m all yours, okay? i’ll unpack later.”

you unlink your arms and take a step back, watching suguru shed his long coat, revealing a navy blue turtleneck sweater and black slacks. the apartment finally feels right with him filling the space again, carrying that familiar, comforting scent that you associate with home.

just a little longer of this, you remind yourself, and the next plane will be a one-way ticket.

“hey, something’s wrong?” suguru’s honeyed voice pulls you back from your thoughts, and you shake your head. “not at all. you’re here, how could anything be wrong?”

he smiles, then open his arms for you to throw yourself into them again, and he can finally hold you right. every inch of you molding perfectly to every inch of him, as if it was exactly where you belonged, all along. you breathe in the scent of his cologne, face smushed into his chest like you needed it to breathe.

his long fingers map out the outline of your waist, soothing in their trail, committing everything to memory even if he knows you better than he knows himself. “missed you so much, pretty girl,” suguru peppers light kisses over the crown of your head. “have you been good while i was gone?”

you look up at him with a grin. “mhm!” but once you meet his face, half-lidded eyes and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly with that smile. “yeah?” he hums. “want to show me?”

apparently your bedroom was too far for suguru’s liking, the couch a much more appropriate solution to have your pretty body folded in two, knees grazing just shy of your ears like he instructed your to hold them. his nose is pressing against your clit, puffy and sensitive after your orgasm, but his tongue is still deep in your hole, drawing out the lewdest squelches.

“s-suguuuu—” you sob, choking on your own breaths. “fuck, ngh— ‘s too much!” you wish you could card your fingers through his silky, raven hair, but he keeps it tied in a messy ponytail to keep it out of his face, the whole lower half glistening with your slick.

and you wouldn’t be able to move your hands even if you wanted, keeping them tightly wrapped around the underside of your knees. your hamstrings have been screaming in protest, but the way suguru’s greedy tongue is lapping at your soppy cunt overrides the pain.

“suguru,” you plead again, a salty tear trailing down your parted lips. “p-please…wan’ your cock now, please—”

“oh really?” he purrs, finally withdrawing, big hands are still cupping the globes of your ass. “you know i just wanted to make sure my pretty girl was ready to take me properly.”

your clothes - along with his - lie in a messy puddle on the floor, but suguru still has his boxers on, stretching across his throbbing erection when he stands back up on his feet. you’ll never get tired of this sight— all chiselled muscles, the fine work of art of some power up above, no doubt.

“—because there’s something i’ve been meaning to keep as a surprise, so i hope you’ll be able to forgive me,” his words pull you away from your daydreaming once more, brows furrowing in a questioning look. you finally relax your legs a bit, shifting from your cramped position.

“a surprise?” you tilt your head, eyes following suguru’s descending hand, fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers before he tugs them down. “it’s…it’s still a bit sensitive, i honestly don’t know why i listened to satoru’s dumb idea but i thought—”

”oh. my. god.”

your jaw is positively unhinged, eyes wide and focused on the metal bars protruding from underneath the skin of the underside of suguru’s cock.

“you got a fucking jacob’s ladder!?”

his cheeks turn a pretty shade of dark pink, suddenly feeling too self-aware and flustered. “is it…is it bad? i didn’t really have any feedback on it since i got it other than watching myself in the mirror, it’s not like i was going to snap pictures and send them to satoru.”

“let’s be real, he would’ve done it,” you snort. suguru chuckles, “yeah, he would’ve.”

you sit up, face only inches away from his pierced shaft. “did it hurt when you got it?” you ask, fingers coming up but not quite touching just yet. “a bit…” he pauses. “a lot. but it’s fine now, it healed pretty well, you can touch it.”

your hand tentatively wraps around the base of suguru’s cock, the hiss he draws in between clenched teeth causing a wave of heat to rush deep in your belly. you angle it forwards, then lean over to press the lightest kiss to each piercing, smiling when he starts huffing n’ puffing.

“baby…” he whispers, hips jerking involuntarily, body craving more of your touch. your tongue rolls out, licking a looong stripe along his pretty flushed tip, collecting a salty bead of pre. your eyes gleam with something feral when you look up.

“i want it inside, suguru.”

he doesn’t waste a moment, shedding his boxers in record time before he’s manhandling you on all fours. the cushions force your back into an almost painful arch, cheek pressed into the leather of the backrest. you hear suguru spit once— twice, the first to coat his tip, the second right in your hole, still shiny from your earlier release.

“i have no idea how this might feel for either of us, so tell me if it hurts or if it’s uncomfortable, okay pretty? fuck…so pretty and wet for me.”

your answer slurs into a moan when the fat head of his cock presses against your cunt, velvety walls fluttering with hunger, already trying to suck him in. “oh fuck, suguru!” your hips move backwards, needing him to stuff you full, but he stops you with a large palm smacking! down on your ass.

“aht, aht,” he warns. “patience, my love. pussy’s been missing her sugu this much?”

but you can tell he’s holding back as well, allowing himself slow half-thrusts, easing into your drooling cunt little by little. you bite into your bottom lip with a whine, then comes the stretch.

”fuck!” you’re moaning out unanimously, the first pierced portion of his length slipping in. “did i hurt you?” he manages to ask. “n-no,” you shake your head. “feels a bit weird…g-good weird, though. does it hurt for you?”

“never felt…fucking…better.”

each word is followed by more of his cock filling you up until he’s fully sheathed inside. your walls clench against the textured ridges. “o-oh my god, suguru,” you gasp. “please fuck me or i think i’ll go insane.”

“yes ma’am,” he chuckles, both hands gripping your hips before he goes all in, setting a punishing pace. your hands hold on for dear life to the backrest of the couch, your shrills muffled by the thick leather, and you’re sure the crescent indents aren’t going to leave anytime soon.

the slap of skin against skin is lewd, your pussy gushing with each thrust and forming a frothy ring around the base of suguru’s cock. “so loud, baby…” he stutters between groans, hunching over until his chest is almost flush against your arched back. “don’t want the neighbors to make a noise complaint, now do we?”

one of his hands leave your hips, and soon two of his thick digits are filling your mouth. your lips close and start sucking shamelessly, coating his fingers in copious amounts of spit. “shit, haah— dirty girl,” suguru grunts, head falling on top of yours as he keeps drilling into you.

the piercings have made him way more sensitive, the coil of his orgasm dangerously tight. he doesn’t want to embarrass himself by cumming too soon, but when you’re so deliciously snug around him he can only resist for so long. “forgive me, my love, but i think i’m gonna—”

“please, please suguru!” you cry out, spluttering around his fingers. “please cum inside, i’m close too!”

you’ll be the death of him, he’s sure.

his body start convulsing, a loud groan of your name announcing his release, spurts of thick, white seed spilling deep inside, coating your gummy walls. you topple over alongside him, milking every last drop.

once you both manage to come back to your senses, suguru picks you up and walks you to the bathroom to draw a warm bath. when you’re both submerged in the bubbly water, he holds you tight to his chest, peppering the sides of your neck and shoulders with kisses as you update each other on your lives.

“you know, that was a very pleasant surprise. you should do it more often,” you say playfully, looking over your shoulder as he dutifully washes your hair. he mirrors your grin. “i’ll keep that in mind.”

now he’s worried the engagement ring in his suitcase will be anticlimactic.

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[xosugu]

I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER!

sum. in which your roommate toji offers to take your virginity.

tags. inexpèrienced reader. smūt. unprotècted sēx. crēampie. dirty tālk. first time. rough sēx. mātting prèss. squirtīng. cūm. pet names. cursing. explìcit language. not proofreād. wc 1.7k

your roommate, toji, was a shameless man.

always walking around the apartment shirtless or mindlessly telling you about his sexual escapades in excruciating detail. so, naturally, you weren’t all that surprised when he offered to take your virginity. thought you didn’t think it was any less crazy.

the two of you had been casually watching some trashy rom-com when he made the offer. his expression remained completely neutral, as though he were commenting on the weather.

“what.”

“c’mon. i’ll make you feel good.”

and that was how he got you in his bed.

with your pants discarded somewhere on the floor of toji’s bedroom, you laid on your back against his soft mattress. legs wrapped around his hips as he kissed and sucked at your neck, grinding against you.

quiet moans slipped from your lips as you felt the bulge beneath his sweatpants rub deliciously against your sensitive bud. your panties were completely soaked, leaving a wet spot on his gray sweatpants.

eager to feel him without any barriers between you, you whined impatiently, “please toji—i need more—” your brows furrowed into a pout.

“you’re not ready.” he muttered.

his scarred lips trailed lower, pressing soft kisses against your collarbones that were quickly driving you insane.

“please! i am! i’m ready. please, just do it already, toji—” you whined, pressing your hands against his shoulders trying to push him away from your neck.

toji let out a heavy sigh, allowing your hands to guide him back. slowly, a small, mischievous smile tugged at his lips as he paused for a moment, jade eyes fixed on yours.

“you’re going to regret those words,” he warned, amusement lacing his voice.

toji straightened up and reached for the hem of his shirt, quickly pulling it over his head before tossing it somewhere across the room.

honestly, you felt yourself drool a little every time you saw him shirtless, showing off all his muscular glory. his shoulders were broad and solid, like stone, with biceps that looked as though they had been sculpted by god himself. and your favorite part: his massive pecs, nearly the size of your head, with soft pinkish nipples.

toji’s body was much bigger than yours. his back could practically cover your entire frame; you felt lucky to have him as a roommate as you shamelessly stared at him.

“you like what you see?” toji teased, a wide grin spreading across his face, his sharp teeth on display.

you felt your face grow warm, flushing red as you forced your eyes away from him.

toji had always found your flustered reactions alluring. he’d be lying if he said he had never noticed how timid you were. how you’d avoid his gaze at all costs whenever he wandered around the apartment shirtless, or how you’d grow especially quiet whenever he brought up anything sexual in conversation. it was clear as day that you were inexperienced, so why not be a good roommate and change that?

“you sure you want this?”

“just hurry up toji” you retorted, visibly annoyed.

sighing, toji yanked his sweatpants down, and you immediately understood what he had meant earlier. you definitely regretted your words.

toji was huge.

not just long—he was thick, too. around nine inches, veiny, and slightly curved upward, with a prominent tip. you gaped at him as his length slapped against his stomach, leaving a damp patch behind.

toji’s cock twitched under your stare.

and your amazement was quickly replaced with panic. how the fuck was that supposed to fit inside you? you could barely take two of your own fingers.

your roommate snorted at your expression, amusement flickering across his face at the sight of your furrowed brows and wide eyes.

“relax, sugar. i’ll go slow, yeah?” he attempted to reassure you.

you swallowed hard.

you watched as his rough hands made their way to your thighs, reaching for the hem of your lacy panties, which were completely soaked.

as he pulled them down, toji’s eyes darkened at the sight of a thin string of slick connecting the fabric to your cunt. letting out a hungry groan, he continued to push the fabric down your legs. you lifted your feet to help him remove them.

toji thought you had the prettiest pussy he had ever seen. he could feel himself practically salivating at the sight of your soaked hole.

your roommate shifted closer before lowering his head and pressing a lingering kiss against your clit.

you mewled at the contact, involuntarily bucking your hips against his lips. toji pulled away, though his gaze remained fixed on you. or her.

“greedy,” he mumbled, his voice low.

straightening up once again, he wrapped a hand around his length, giving it a few slow strokes as he positioned himself between your legs, rubbing against your swollen folds, moving up and down until you were squirming and whining beneath him. “stop teasing…” you mewled.

toji let out a small airy laugh at your eagerness.

gradually, he lined himself up with your slick entrance. he paused before speaking, admiring your shiny pussy. “alright, take a deep breath for me, sweets.”

just as you began drawing air into your lungs, you felt him begin to push inside you. all the air was knocked from your lungs almost immediately. your hands gripped the sheets with all the strength you could muster, your knuckles turning white.

“fuck, toji—” you gasped, the stretch unlike anything you had ever felt before.

“shit, doll… need you to—haah—relax for me,” he said through gritted teeth.

he sank his hips deeper, and you nearly lost it. you could feel every inch and ridge of him, and it was driving you out of your mind. instinctively, your legs spread wider to accommodate him, but as he was only halfway in, your lips parted as a loud moan escaped you.

“oh my g-godddd—”

“hehe—haah—shit. such a tight fucking pussy,” toji groaned as he buried the rest of himself inside you. “gonna kill me, baby.”

you felt impossibly full with his heavy, hot cock inside your gummy walls. it felt as though your soul was being pulled straight from your body.

toji set a slow pace, doing his best to keep himself under control and resist the urge to just slam his dick inside you until you’re gushing all over him while filling his ears with your beautiful noises. but soon enough that self control vanished.

eagerly, he lifted one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder while pushing the other aside, allowing him to fuck you even deeper, reaching spots that your own fingers could never.

“toji—hah… feels so good—!” you whined, your voice dripping with need.

you could feel him stretching you with every slow roll of his hips, making your eyes threaten to roll back at the sensation.

you watched his cock go in and out of you, already forming a white ring around his thick girth while warmth continued to build low in your stomach.

little by little, you grew more comfortable with the feeling of him, and with that comfort came a growing ache for more.

as though he could read your mind, toji’s pace quickened, pounding into you like his life depended on it. his hips turned relentless, slamming into your soaked cunt without giving you any time to adjust, to breathe. he was splitting you apart.

“wait—tojiii—” you sobbed.

his pace turned almost animalistic, rutting into you like he was trying to carve himself into you.

“fuck, baby… should’ve done this waayyy sooner,” he babbled. “she’s squeezing me in. pretty pussy don’t wanna let me go.” his words made you throb, cunt fluttering around his cock.

“oh my—godddd, fuck!—” you couldn’t hold back your moans. at all.

especially when he grabbed both of your legs and pushed them down to your chest.

the position felt completely different—deeper, more intimate, more intense.

you felt his plump tip hit that one spongy spot inside you, and you completely lost it—your jaw dropping as a loud, lewd gasp tore out of you.

“FUCK!”

“heh—feels good baby? yeah, i know” you heard your roommate say, you clenched around him once more, his voice never failed to get you all worked up.

you could feel your body going numb as he blessed you with hit after hit, tears falling uncontrollably down your face as lewd moans escaped your drooling lips.

all you could hear were his grunts so close to your ear and the loud, wet noises coming from your soaked pussy. chills ran down your spine at the feeling of toji’s cock twitching inside you. "gonna cum inside this pretty pussy. you want that, baby?"

"yessssah—pleasee—" you were a babbling mess as his hips slammed unapologetically into you. the loud sounds of skin clapping filled your ears as you felt warm waves spread all over your body.

your hole gushed all over his cock, his thick length completely coated in your juices, just as he wanted. "fuckk yes baby…soak my cock just like that."

your brain felt mushy as you grew closer to your climax, his hips abusing your sweet cunt. "shit...hah...gonna cum—baby—" you heard your roommate mumble as he bottomed out. suddenly, your vision whitened, followed by a hot wave of pleasure washing all over your body. you went rigid, your toes curling and your legs trembling uncontrollably against toji’s shoulders as you squirted all over his crotch. "fuh-uckk..." you mewled, letting out broken sobs.

“haah—baby—gonna—“ he followed right after you, thick, warm ropes of cum painting your gummy walls white while his hips rolled slow, small circles against you.

your legs continued to tremble beneath him until your orgasm fully washed over you, your breathing shifting from rapid to deep as you grew exhausted.

you could feel his body start to melt on top of you, and you two stayed like that for a moment, unmoving, catching your breath.

"shit, sweets. milked the shit outta’ me," he said breathlessly while pulling himself off of you and tucking his now soft cock back into his sweatpants. "how did i do, baby?" toji asked as he fell onto his bed right next to you and pulled you to his chest.

you stretched your aching legs on the mattress, resting your damp forehead on his bare chest as you closed your heavy eyes.

regaining your usual timidity, you quietly responded, "did good, toji..."

he snorted at that.

silence stretched between you as you both felt yourselves getting sleepy. you felt your consciousness escape before quickly snapping out of it.

"wait, you didn't use a condom," you said, alarmed, raising your head to look at him.

jade eyes stared back at yours. "oopsies."

© xosugu. do not plagiarize.

this took me sooo long to write. exams been frying my ass but i still wanted to write this. the original idea was completely different and much less smutty BUT i hope you all enjoy !!

[astriiixx]

“what the hell even happened last night? . . “₊˚⊹♡

synopsis: the morning after, your head pounding in pain, mind all dizzy; you barely remembered what happened last night—until you see your hot neighbor sleeping next to you on his bed at HIS apartment. how the hell did you get in this situation?!

content warnings: dilf!toji fushiguro x fem!reader , naoya zenin cameo (ew) , insults , READER CLAPS BACK!! , comfort , toji tries to comfort reader , usage of y/n for a couple of times , they want each other SO BAD , first date failed , age gap , teasing , headlock , breeding kink , creampies , backshots , praise kink , pet names , overstimulation , nipple play , missionary position , implied second round at the end . .

author’s note: HI GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! your girl is a theatre major so i was doing THREE different performances for the past month .. oops. this is going to be a small one, i hope you guys enjoy!! + ty my bsf proofreading my fic lmao ily

you wake up from the light shining against your eyes, turning your head to the mirror staring beside the bed. purple marks covering your neck, tits and nipples ruined by bite marks and bruises—you gasped quietly when you see your nipples, gently rubbing them make your whimper in pain by how sensitive they were.

you placed your hands against the sides of your head, feeling the pounding coming inside of your head—feeling like someone was slamming a bell inside of you or something. (no pun intended)..

what the hell just happened?

“this isn’t my bed, where are all of my plushes?” you thought to yourself.

“probably kicked them all off from the bed like usual.” you sighed.

a groan was made as you were looking at yourself in the mirror, turning your head from your shoulder—your eyes widened and releasing a small noise that hopefully won’t cause any disruption. thick muscular arms wrapped around one of the pillows near your, a relaxed asleep face looking directly at you and raven hair rested on the pillow, his scar on the left side of his lip raised up and down from his breathing.

then your eyes turned into horror, like you saw something so traumatic.

shit.

this isn’t your house.

this is your neighbors.

toji fushiguro’s place.

but.. how?

you gasped, covering your mouth with your hands, you slowly and quietly removed yourself from the bed, taking a random shirt from the floor and panties—running to the kitchen to get a drink of water hoping to clear your mind.

“okay, everything is fine.” you thought to yourself, “i.. maybe yesterday was just a rough night—but.. was i drinking?.. no, i wasn’t.. or was i??-

“no.. i wasn’t drinking, but how in the hell am i in toji’s apartment??

you looked around the kitchen until you noticed your earrings and necklace laying in the kitchen counter from last night, these accessories were mostly the ones that you wore whenever you go out to clubs with your friends or any special event with your family. then your mind flashed back into last night . .

“oh..” you whispered.

the city life was gorgeous in the night. fairy lights displayed across the streets, musicians playing gorgeous songs, and many more. you walked to the destination of your first date with glee and excitement, you been talking with this guy for the past couple of weeks and today’s the day that you guys are meeting for the first time. so you decided to wear something out of your comfort zone: your outfit was a strapless black top with long drippy black strips, loose light-wash jeans, black pointed heels, added with your hair half up and down.

you walked inside of the bar, squeezing through the crowded groups, hoping to find your first date—you turn your head to see your date sitting at the bar booths, heart racing and sweat droplets running down your forehead—hoping not to ruin your makeup, you walked up to him with a flustered smile, waving happily.

“naoya ! it’s so nice to meet you.” you smiled.

naoya glances at you and turns his head towards you, he looks up and down at with a puzzled expression.

"you're y/n?.." he tilts his head.

"that's me! i've been looking forward meeting you!" you wrapped your arms around naoya's shoulder, embracing for a hug but he doesn't reciprocate your enthusiasm and embrace.

"sure.” he nodded, you sat across from him with your hands on your lap—giving him a smile while he was not looking at you.

awkward silence emerged. this man was completely different from the way he texted—a very charismatic man who would compliment you no matter what how you looked, making you blush like a teenager girl.

“focus, he’s probably nervous about meeting you!” you thought to yourself.

spoiler alert; he wasn’t excited to meet you.

you cleared your throat and spoke, “i’m so glad we are finally meeting, you look really nice.”

“yea.. you look.. nice.” naoya rolled his eyes, your eyebrows furrowed with confusion and frustration, you waved your hand at the bartender—ordering two drinks for the two of you.

“what the hell is happening?! he is a completely different person in real life—texting me how badly he wants me.” you thought to yourself.

“sooo!! we are finally here, how have you been? any new updates with your job?”

“nope, no updates.” naoya looks up at you and scrolls back to his phone.

oh this is really pissing you off.

“..why are you acting like this?”

“..what do you mean?”

“i swear, you act nothing like when we were texting—did i do something wrong?”

naoya's eyes stare at you with confused and a bit of digust, “what’s with the attitude?”

“my attitude?! can’t we talk about your fucking attitude?!”

“look who’s talking?! jeez, are you starting your period?” naoya sneered, eyes began staring at the bickering of the two of you.

“you basically act i don’t even exist to you, the fuck?!”

“i do know that you exist no fucking shit—“

“from the looks of it, probably not. what is even wrong with you?!”

“me?! what’s wrong with you, woman?”

“nothing’s wrong with me! fuck, you men are pissing me off.”

“you’re pissing me off because how ugly you LOOK.” naoya eyes sharply glares at you, standing up angrily.

the commotion started to become more intense and crowded, viewing this heated argument—you stood up from your seat and glared back at naoya, you glanced over from the bar table a large glass of beer—you snatched the glass of from the table and splashed it all over naoya’s face.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH—“

SMACK!

THWACK!

a hard punch landed across from naoya’s cheekbone, a spit of blood drooled down from naoya’s mouth—groaning in pain. all of the sudden, you kicked your heels against his balls which made him scream like he was going to get tortured. everyone began screaming from this argument, filming naoya’s pathetic body in pain on the floor and you walking out of the bar.

"FUCK!"

you ran away from the bar with your blood-spit stained heels, thank the gods your apartment complex was only a few blocks away but walking there felt like a endless journey. after what felt like a eternity, you finally reached to your complex, but ended up sitting on the stairs—bawling your eyes out. thinking to yourself that you shouldn’t be crying over a jerk like that but the way he insulted you in front of a crowd that super embarrassing.

"i shouldn't be crying.. he was a jerk anyways!" you whimpered.

"but how embarassing that was.. urgh." you groaned, wiping your tears away.

as you were wiping those unnecessary tears from your eyes, a door was opening. you didn't really paid attention as you assumed it was a neighbor that you rarely talked to you—oh how you were so wrong.

you glance over your eyes to not only see your neighbor but your super hot one. his name is toji and he recently moved to your apartment complex a couple of months ago. for the first couple of weeks, you would often hear him outside of your apartment calling his friends or arguing with his wife.. or ex-wife arguing over custody. the two of you would have small interactions with each other, talking about the weather, tv shows.. just regular normal stuff.

but you will never forget the moment that your heart was pacing when you saw him carrying some heavy items to his apartment, his muscles flexing and a gleam of sweat running down his face, his raven hair mixed with small gray hairs flowing.

your head shakes from the memory flashing from you, stopping yourself staring at your neighbor, toji. you wipe away the tears still flowing from your eyes.

but.. you couldn't help yourself! toji was just so handsome to look at, you glance over with cautious hoping he won't see you. the man pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, digging through to also find his lighter. he groans in frustration, turning his back to go to his apartment door until—

"wait." you whispered under your breath, getting up from the stairs and hoping to notice you.

"hm?" toji turns his back, shockingly hearing your response.

"i have a lighter. i don't smoke but my friends do it—so i always carry it around if they lost their lighter." you softly chuckled.

"how thoughtful, thanks doll." your stomach fluttered as he called you with that name, he walks towards you and stands beside you—leaning down to light his cigarette. the two of you stare at the full moon with the starlights covered around the night sky with silence. you wouldn't say it was awkward silence but it was more calming, you feel more relaxed as you looked at the night sky.

"you alright?" toji questions, breaking the silence.

"yea, just had a rough night.. well, more of a terrible night." you groaned.

"i figured, heard your cries through my apartment." toji chuckled.

"oh god, i'm so sorry.." you covered your face with your hands filled with embarassment.

"don't worry about it, we all had those rough nights."

"mhm, they suck.. but tonight was probably the worst night ever."

"what's in your mind?"

"it's just.. i don't understand my first date went so wrong. he was so nice and charismatic to me during text but is an asshole in real life, that jerk called me ugly in front of entire crowd.. it was so embarrassing." you broke down in tears again, wiping the droplets streaming down your eyes.

"what a fucking ass, he shouldn't said that to you." toji scoffed.

out of nowhere, you wrapped your arms around toji's torso—he grunts from surprise, not expecting your sudden movement to him. toji's hands were not moving from how awkward and sudden that his neighbor is hugging him—toji places one hand against your hair and gently touches your hair and his hand placed on your back.

"there.. there..? you'll.. be okay. youre the prettiest girl i ever seen in my opinion." toji mumbled, having a slight flush of heat running down his cheeks.

"really?" you whispered.

you look up at him with your teary eyes, toji looks down and smirks at you. both of your hearts were beating with a fast pace, toji looks down at your lips and so you do. he leans down and places his lips against your lips, your eyes widened with this sudden movement; toji pulls away from the kiss and sees your shocked state.

"shit—i'm sorry i didn't mean to make you feel uncom—"

you closed your eyes and kissed him more deeply with wrapping your arms around his neck and adding your tongue to his mouth. toji groans from the kiss, gripping your waist against his arms. the two of you pull away from the kiss, you smile softly at him with innocence in your eyes, toji picks you up; you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist.

"you know, i can treat you better than that asshole."

"then prove it." you smiled.

you were already in toji's bed, naked and legs spread. your chest was rising up and down with nervous and excitement, toji was removing his clothes infront of you; he glances over his shoulder and catches you staring at him, you turned your head away from toji's gaze and clenched your thighs. you slowly turned over and fuck— toji crosses his arms, flexing his muscular arms, his abs shining from the night sky and his cock.

your mouth was drooling as you looked down at his cock, it was hung, girthy, and huge too—basically the big three in your eyes, but the one thing that makes your pussy even more wetter is his happy trail, a black colored trail.. well, it looked more of a long bush—extending to his lower abs to the pubic area.

"getting all wet from seeing my cock, hm?" toji chuckled.

"i c-can't help it.." you clenched your thighs together.

"don't close your thighs, baby. i want to see this beauty, doll."

toji crawls to your body and began kisses your neck, sucking on your skin and licking all over your neck. you whimpered with pleasure, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs wrapped around toji's waist. his hard cock was already poking your clit, making you release soft whimpers.

toji goes lower and begans make out with your breasts, he sucks one of your nipples and flicks the other one with his fingers. he does this multiple times until he sees your nipples all bruised up and covered with reddish-purple marks.

"fuck, i think you're ready."

"j-just.. please. i want it so badly."

"fuck.." he looks down at your pussy, he grabs the base of his cock, rubbing it against your wet folds, he slides his sex inside of you already splitting you open. your eyes widened, gasping for air and immediately wrapped your legs around his waist but with more tightness and nuzzled against his neck.

your hips jerk against toji's cock begging for some movement, he chuckles at your desperation and starts moving his dick inside of you. the base of tip was already kissing your cervix, the tight gummy walls already clenching his cock—you couldn't stop moaning, close to his ear.

“t-tojiii!!! f-fuck! so g-good..” you moaned, your legs squeezed around his waist.

toji places his forehead against yours, groaning from the tightness inside of your pussy, "a-always waited for this moment, you know? ever since i saw you; my mind was filled of you. you're so fucking beautiful.. can't b-believe some asshole would say t-that to you."

"s-same.!! you're so handsome.. oh g-god!!"

"f-fuck yea.. my sweet neighbor taking me so well."

he press his palm onto your lower stomach, feeling the girthy bulge his cock makes every time he goes inside and out.

"you feel that, honey? that's me inside of you, me stretching that tight cunt.."

"y-yes.. hic! feels soo g-good!-"

"love. this. pussy. f-fuck—" toji's hips thrust deeply inside of your pussy with those first three words. your eyes closed, biting against toji's shoulder.

"g-gonna cum.. fuck. i'm s-co close, where do you want me?"

"i-inside!! i-i'm on the pill..!! hic!"

"fuck yeah, cumming on this tight cunt.. shit."

"tojiii!!! ngh!.. s-so big..!!"

"cumming.. shit.. cumming inside of this cunt.. shit!" he repeats himself.

"s-same.. i'm c-cumming!!—hic! cummmingggg!!-" you cried, entire body stops—liquids gushing out from your pussy, toji gives you his final thrust inside of your cunt, releasing thick ropes of his seed inside of you, he came so much that his cum was overflowing around the base of cock while still inside of you.

he removes his cock from your pussy and groans at the sight, your juices and his seed mixed all together, cum leaking all over from pussy. the two of you exchange a desperate kiss together, tongues were fighting, your moans swallowed by toji's kisses—he pulls away from the kiss, admiring your fucked doe-eyed expression.

"fuck.. look at that, my cum overflowing all over of your pussy. took me so well." toji chuckles as he lays right next to you.

"ngh.."

"how are you feeling, doll?"

"g-good, really good." toji places a few small kisses against your neck.

"..one more time?" toji muttered.

you flipped yourself onto your stomach, arching your back and wiggling your ass, glancing over your shoulder; "please.."

your face pushed down in the pillows—hugging it as well, toji grips your hips, giving toji a mean arch for him. he chuckles at your desperate state, toji slowly rubs his cock against your folds. toji finally slides his cock inside of you, pushing inch by inch; letting out more moans, you left out a small scream as he bottoms you out—finally stuffing you full with his cock inside of you.

he grips your hips with force as he moving his hips back and forth, fucking you soooo deeply, ass jiggling each brutal thrust—you grip the pillow sheets and rolled your eyes back from the overstimulation. he leans in more closer and wraps his thick, muscular arm around your neck; his deep, sultry but soft voice praising the fuck out of you.

"good girl, taking this cock like a fucking champ."

"i can feel you clenching inside of me, what a needy girl you are."

"the most beautiful girl in the universe.. taking me so well."

"tojiiiii!! f-feels l-like i'm already g-going to— hic! cummmm!!"

"it's okay, doll.. f-feels l-like i'm g-going to cum too, fuck!"

"c-cumming!! cumming!!- p-please..!!!"

"same.. f-fuck, let's c-cum together.. fuck!"

the two of you cried at the same time—hot spurts of cum filled your pussy up to the brim, extra cum already leaking out of your pussy from dripping to your asshole to his thighs. at the same time, a clear liquid squirted out of your pussy, making a such larger mess in the bed; splashing all over toji's thighs, abs and the sheets.

you removed his cock from your pussy, whimpering from his seed leaking from your cunt—you flipped your body onto your back, toji crawls to your body wrapping his arms against your waist; you nuzzled your face against toji's chest.

"rest, doll. go to sleep."

your eyes blinked. the memories finally restored and back.

horror was filled with your eyes, you felt that the world was going to explode any second.

oh shit.

oh.

SHIT.

"I FUCKED HIM?! I FUCKED MY NEIGHBOR?!" you screamed.

"okay, calm down.. it's okay. maybe it was someone who LOOKED like him. no, that's fucking stupid." you thought to yourself.

"i think i might die today. i'm sorry, god." you covered your face with your hands.

footsteps approached down the hallway, toji wakes up from the sudden scream that he heard from the kitchen. he sees your embarrassed state in the kitchen, body slumped in the counter and face covered from embarrassment and guilt.

"well, good morning to you. i guess your scream was my alarm." toji yawned.

"..i'm so sorry." you muttered.

"what are you talking about?"

"i kissed you first and then we fucked!! but i feel so bad about it and-" toji walks up to you and kisses you deeply, your eyes widened with shock but slowly closed again as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"that was the best night i ever had." toji chuckled.

"..are you sure?"

"are you kidding me? it was the best." toji leans down closer to your ear, "your moans were the best part, in my opinion." toji chuckled.

"toji!" you slapped his shoulder.

"it's the truth, doll."

"ugh.."

"say, why don't we make this morning even more better than last night." toji whispered in your ear.

"then prove it."

a/n : HI GUYS!!!! i'm so sorry for the long wait, i miss you guys so much. the past month has been so fucking stressful and i haven't been able to work on my upcoming fics.. but im BACK!! see you guys soon for the next work!!