Leatrice

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▶︎ Fever (starring . pervy roommate!toji)

synopsis . In which the overwhelming heat in your apartment sends you and your perverted roommate into a different kind of heat. content . afab!reader, mutual masturbation, heavy tension, implied perv x perv, not-so-dry humping, dirty talk, filth, spit, size kink, rough sex, teasing, thigh riding, high tensions, slight spanking, man handling, groping, nipple play, perversion, degrading, oral sex (f!receiving), pussy slapping, toji’s realllll nasty, praise, both of you are super needy and stupid, finger sucking, etc.

word count . 7.3k || author's note: no, not fever by enhypen. fever by vybz kartel, lock in w me now. fic based on this request! (not proofread) banner art by rororogi mogera <3

You told Toji to get that old piece of garbage you both called air conditioning fixed months ago.

Ever the cheapskate, Toji promised you he’d handle it himself. That was four weeks ago and now the machine has finally croaked—having breathed it’s final breath of cool air into your apartment somewhere throughout the night.

It’s the following day since then—where you've returned after a looong, exhausting day of work—and now the apartment is hot. The sun is outside blazing against the building’s exterior but due to the lack of cool air circulating the interior, you're left irritated rather quickly.

The heat occupying the air wouldn’t even be that bad if you had a fan or two but the ones you did have are more tasks that have fallen victim to Toji’s lack of handling as they lay broken in dusty closets.

And as for the man in question, he's laid out on the couch in nothing more than his boxers as if he owns the damn place.

Lazy bastard. He doesn't even pay his rent on time!

Ignoring the fact that you make up for it most months, it is all the more annoying to see him lounging around as soon as you get home. Especially when the house feels like what you imagine the inside of hell's darkest ass crack to be. Too much movement would surely result in one of you passing out from overheated exhaustion.

It's with great urgency that you strip yourself of your things, purposefully making an unnecessary amount of noise as you toss your keys onto the nearby counter. The sound seems to pull Toji's attention away from the TV ahead of him, earning a lazy turn of his head as he glances back to you.

He can't even get a full greeting out before you scoff.

"Toji," His shoulders slump in instant reaction to the sound of scolding in your voice. It's way too fucking hot for you to start an argument with him now. "You've been home all day and you still haven't fixed anything."

He grunts from across the way, turns his attention back to the TV, and then rolls his eyes, "Can't work in the heat, doll."

"You wouldn't have to if you fixed it as soon as I said something months ago." You throw back at him, pulling your body through hot air just to get to your fridge.

You wanted to be disappointed to see that there's no water in the freezer nor fridge, really. But when you look back over to where Toji's been sitting on his ass all dat—spotting more empty water bottles than you can count—you find an expected wave of disappointment slither into you.

"Said sorry for that already, didn't I?" He asks, the lack of true care in his voice doing nothing to ease your irritation with him.

At this rate, you'd be sending out offers for a new roommate by tomorrow morning.

The freezer is opened back up for a moment, your hand diving in to try and get some sort of cooled relief, even if only for a second. Unfortunately for you, that seems to be yet another thing in your apartment in need of fixing.

You let the freezer door slam and your forehead follows after it as you rest yourself against its outside. Sighing, "Sorry doesn't fix anything, Toji."

You couldn't see it but he was smiling at that. The only reason he's lasted this long in this apartment with you is because he doesn't mind your nagging too much—it keeps him on his toes most times. But after not listening to you for months, he wonders if he'll actually get in trouble with you this time around.

When he turns to get another look at you, he's met with the sight of your back as you make way towards the bathroom. Toji figured you're off to shower in hopes of cooling yourself off in the process.

Unfortunately for you, the building you live in has the opposite issue most complexes do and instead of running out of hot water, your place has an issue producing cold water. This wouldn't be so bad if the person who showered before you was conscious of how much he used.

But when annoyingly mild tempered water hits your fingers, you're left knowing exactly who to blame. Again.

He may enjoy living with you because he doesn't mind hearing you cold him, however you are slowly starting to dread sharing this apartment with him more and more as each day lugs on.

——

After a warm shower, you tuck yourself off into your bedroom only to find that it is undoubtedly the hottest room thus far. You try to ignore it as you pull on some shorts and a t-shirt that won't have you drenched in sweat come next morning but naturally it's difficult to do so once you lay yourself down.

You toss and turn against your sheets—comforter practically tossed to the floor, and body already beginning to perspire in a thin layer of sweat—until you manage to doze off for a solid ten minutes. Apparently that was all it took for your body to decide that sleeping under this heat was going to be impossible.

Which is how you end up out in the living room. Toji wasn't occupying the couch anymore so you tried to sleep there, figuring that if he could spend the whole day in one spot, you could spend a night sleeping there and it would provide you just the slightest bit of coolness in comparison to what you bedroom had given you.

Yet, every slight shift in your movement somehow made you impossibly hotter. The couch cushions did nothing but toast your skin and the humidity in the air led you into peeling yourself right off of the furniture and trudging towards the last known resort.

Toji's bedroom.

Now, you're no stranger to your roommate being quite the pervert—which is why you avoid his bedroom at all costs—but sometime back during the winter season, you do recall a few weeks were your apartment's heating system gave out and it was established then that Toji's bedroom had been the chilliest. He ended up sleeping in your room for some nights because of that, cuddling up against you in the name of sharing body heat.

So now that it's summertime, you're standing outside of his door hoping that something similar still applies to the temperature of his room. Your room is obviously the hottest, the living room and main area of the apartment barely fairs any better, and all that leaves his room to be hopefully a few degrees lighter than everywhere else.

You push his room door open sluggishly, nearly doused in sweat from head to toe as you trudge towards his bed and smack at his foot while you walk by. "You up?" your voice cuts through the air carelessly, earning a low grunt from the man sprawled out across his mattress. "Cool, move over."

That seems to wake Toji right up. His eyes peel open and he lets out a huff heavy enough to add to the heat occupying the rest of the apartment, but neither of you have the energy to say anything about it. "Why're you in here?" he asks as he scoots his large body over to give you some room.

For a short moment—and a short moment only—Toji wonders if the heat has finally made you come to your senses where he's concerned. He hoped that maybe a wet dream involving him brought you into his bedroom.

The weight of your body makes the bed dip in a bit as you shuffle onto his sheets right beside him, instantly melting into the faint frigidity it provides, and letting out a short sigh. "It's cooler in your room, so I'm sleeping in here tonight. You better get that shit fixed tomorrow."

Toji looks over and feels the excitement he had to share a bed with you rapidly die inside him as he's met with the sight of your back facing him. This wasn't the worst scenario possible, but he was really wishing for something more interesting to have led you into this position next to him.

He doesn't say anything in response to you with his mouth and decides on letting his eyes speak for him with the way they slide down your body. The shirt you have on was hugging your torso due to how much you'd been sweating, glued to every slight curve and dip of your frame, and leaving him unable to look away quickly enough.

It didn't take a genius to see that you were at ease beside him rather quickly. Toji is suddenly very appreciative for the slightly chiller conditioning of his bedroom. Technically it's still hot—as too much movement could quickly result in exhaustion just as it would in any other area of the apartment—but with you laying beside him in shorts small enough to drive him insane, he figures it's all worth it.

Meanwhile, you don't have to be facing Toji to know his eyes are on you. You could practically feel the way his gaze crawled over you, eventually settling onto the scarce fabric of your shorts that did little to conceal the entirety of your ass. There's a sudden and prominent urge to adjust the way your clothes are sitting on you, and Toji watches as you slowly move a hand to tug your shorts down an inch.

The scar at the corner of his lips shifts as his mouth twitches and he fights off a smirk.

He would never touch you without your permission or anything like that, but he was aware that you knew the real effects you had on him. Even laying beside him was enough to make his hips shift against the bed.

There was only so much space between your body and his, and his mattress wasn't the largest thing in the world so most movement was easily acknowledgeable. Even so, you decided to ignore it as best as you could.

Even though you could tell his hand had lifted from his side and moved somewhere towards his legs. Your eyes squeezed shut and you hoped silently that Toji wouldn't do what you figured he was about to.

Surely it was too hot for that.

Right?

At first he wasn't going to do anything. It started off as his fingers going off to pinch and tug at the fabric of his gym shorts, giving the steadily rising erection in between his legs some space to breathe. Then he told himself he wouldn't give it any attention and try to sleep it away.

Toji was on the same page as you in the beginning, he really was. Jerking off with you trying to sleep beside him was way too hot of an activity under all this warmth.

And yet, he's palming at his dick within the next twenty minutes. You drifted off just enough for him to be able to move without you noticing, and while he didn't touch you, he did lean over to glance over your shoulder to make sure you were fast asleep before his hand had wrapped around the bulge that'd formed against his shorts.

You'd shift around in your sleep a little and he'd twitch against his hand, watching the way your hip looks adjusting against the bed. Oh, the things he'd give to perch his hand there instead, turning his body over to cup yours and rubbing the outline of his hard cock up against the natural curve of your ass instead of his palm like some loser.

The thought alone brought his bottom lip up in between his teeth. Then he was moving his hands beneath his shorts and letting out a quiet breath of air. He didn't intend to jerk off like this. Seriously.

When his hand first makes contact with his dick, he shudders. Toji's tugged at his cock in thought of you over the years more times than he could count, but somehow this was different. He'd never done it next to you like this, where leaning over a couple inches brought your scent into his nose and the natural warmth of your body closer to intertwine with his.

Even back when he'd shared a bed with you during the winter he managed to control himself each night and refused to stroke himself. Well, right next to you, at least. He most definitely got off like a whore the very second you were gone.

Toji ends up spitting into the palm of his hand as quietly as he can manage before he pulls his cock free and rubs at the head whilst staring at your body. You seemed so upset with him earlier, sending those slight jabs his way. He's sure if it was a bit cooler, you would've cursed him clean out like you normally do.

But just the thought of the few comments you'd made thus far is enough to have him leaking into his hand as he finally wraps his fingers around his thick shaft and jerks off. The sounds of his actions are a bit loud, schlick after schlick after sopping schliiick. Technically you should've woken up, but the fact that you didn't made him all the more horny.

He knows you'd get annoyed if you caught him like this—the fact that he can't even handle you sleeping in his bed is definitely enough to piss you off.

Little did he know, you were pretending to sleep the entire time. You were in and out of your slumber, sure, but you certainly weren't able to get a full night's rest when the sound of your roommate touching his wet cock next to you was loud enough to drive any woman insane. There was an image of it somewhere in your head, courtesy of accidentally walking in on him in the bathroom a couple times in the past, so it was a little difficult to sleep with those thoughts combined with his strokes all in one hot night.

Not to mention the way he was panting behind you with not one care in the world for how noisy he was. Hell, some of his breaths managed to slither towards the back of your neck.

You made the mistake of adjusting yourself again and accidentally pushed back towards him, your ass nearly making contact with the side of his body. Toji had to grip at the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming just then, his next breath choking its way out of him before he could help it, and his other hand moving to pull his shirt up.

He went to bite down on the fabric to hopefully help with the sounds threatening to spill from his lips but it didn't help much.

The man resumed with his strokes and it wasn't long before you felt something land on your butt in thick spurts.

Despite the fact that you already had your eyes closed, they squeezed shut a little harder as you fought the urge to flinch. You hoped desperately that what you just felt wasn't what you thought it was. There was no way Toji managed to cum on your ass while you were "sleeping", right?

You figure that right then is as good a moment as any to stop pretending to be asleep and let yourself yawn—giving him a sign that you've stirred awake. Toji's body tenses up almost immediately, his eyes widening a fraction as he realizes what exactly he just did. He gulps, frantically looking around the bed to see what he can use as an excuse for the white mess currently drooling down the side of your ass.

Fairly enough, he has half a mind to snap a picture before you turn over. Just so he can have something to remember this by, y'know?

He doesn't though, considering how he moves to tuck his dick back into his shorts and clears his throat.

After which he moves to prop himself up on one of his elbows, and you feel something brushing against your butt. You can't help the way your eyes broaden.

Then you peek back at him from over your shoulder, and your gazes meet for a breif moment. There's not an ounce of guilt on his face and he only holds the eye contact with you for a few seconds before he looks back down to focus on what he's doing.

You follow along with the redirection and angle yourself back just enough to catch sight of what exactly is brushing against you. You see a cloth in his hand and watch silently for a few seconds as he wipes you clean.

Somewhere in your mind, you wondered if he was going to casually explain that he just came on you and then try to go to sleep like it was no big deal.

To your surprise, neither of those things happen.

The next bit of eye contact that's exchanged between the two of you is awkward. He's still wiping and you're just starring at him as try to figure out what you're supposed to say to him. What exactly was the proper way to react in this situation?

You're too hot to argue, too tired to be disgusted, and fainly aroused since you've always had a mutual attraction for the man that you've been trying to ignore for as long as you've been living with him.

“Sorry,” Toji’s the first to break the ice. “Had this in the bed,” he moves his other hand up and within it is a convienent bottle of lotion. Part of you wanted to laugh at him because of course he has enough junk in his bed to use as a cover up for what he'd really just spilt on you. "Saw some of it got on ya'," he finishes off with a half-apologetic grin on his lips.

You obviously knew that wasn't true since you heard every little detail of what he'd been doing—from spitting into his hand, to thoughtlessly huffing out your name under his breath. Toji wasn't fooling anyone here, but you'd let it slide for now.

“Might wanna change out of these,” he suggests in reference to your shorts, tapping at your butt once he's done wiping you off, “I could lend you somethin’, or—“

“No, it’s fine.” is all you say before you turn your head away.

With no warning, Toji ends up watching how you slide your hands down and swiftly remove your shorts—tossing them off the bed and then laying yourself back down as if to sleep.

He blinks.

Then his eyes unfortunately find themself on your panties because surely you were doing this on purpose now. Coming into his room this late because of the heat, sleeping next to him and nearly rubbing your ass against his body, and now clad in nothing more than a thin shirt and even thinner panties?

If he squinted hard enough at the right angle, he swears he'd catch sight of your pussy.

You heard him scoff behind you, then the weight in the bed shifts around as he decides to pay no mind to your attire this time. He already got off, so naturally there should be no need to go again.

…Even if you're clearly testing his patience.

——

Minutes fly by. Neither of you get a wink of rest.

You're starring blankly at the wall in front of you and Toji's left blindly looking up at the ceiling. Both of you tried to go to sleep, honestly.

But Toji kept adjusting his legs to stop the constant twitching of his cock and you repeatedly rubbed your legs together as if to lightly soothe the ache that'd came about after that whole fiasco of his seed ending up on you.

At this point the only thing occupying Toji's bedroom were two idiots in heat. Whether or not that meant heat in the literal sense or in the physical sense was beyond understanding to either of you.

After thirty minutes of you two staring into space and waiting on the other person to make a move, both of you manage to get some rest.

Though, it doesn't take much longer for you guys to realize that this was the worst possible outcome. Somewhere in your sleeping, your bodies naturally find one another. You'd think that under the hot air some distance would be created, but it seems as though you both had unintentionally different plans.

The next time you wake up, it's to the steady sound of something thumping against your ear. When your eyes flutter open, you're met with a naked chest and the feeling of something weighty wrapped around you.

The weight in question seems to be Toji's arm and the thumping you hear is coming from his beating heart. You lift your head a little to look up at his face and he's already giving you a half-lidded, groggy stare.

“It’s hot as shit in here ‘n you decide to lay on me? You’re tryin’ to kill me.” He mumbles, the very vibration of his deep voice involuntarily causing you to shift against him.

Both of your limbs are already tangled with one another, so the next movement of your body wakes you up fully as your clit presses somewhere up against his thigh.

You try to nudge at him playfully to distract yourself from the sensation that invoked, “No one’s trying to kill you, Toji. Hush.”

None the wiser, your roommate tries lifting his legs to move over a bit and accidentally grinds the firm muscle you'd already been pressed against, into you. You turn your face away just in time to hide the expression that tugs out of you, but fail to swallow down the sound that follows.

“Mmnh,” The sound floats out of you before you can control it.

Then Toji's brows scrunch up—as if he has any room (literally) to be confused, “Fuck was that?”

Your head shakes, “Nothing.”

That singular word flips some type of switch in his head, resulting in that same leg lifting up a few inches in between yours, and simultaneously pushing your body further up against his whilst rubbing between the dampened fabric concealing your core. Your jaw falls open helplessly this time and Toji eyes the way your hand flies down to his chest as if to grab at it.

Technically you were trying to brace yourself, but the breathy bit of air you release along with all the movement makes him cock a brow.

“You sweatin’ down here?” Toji asks bluntly, now dragging his leg back down just to cop a bit of a better feel than the first time.

It would be obvious to anyone with eyes that neither of you were in your right mind at the moment. He was openly teasing you and you weren't shutting it down like you normally do. Perhaps it was the heat or the lack of proper rest under it—but either way—the two of you were clearly falling victim to the same sensations.

Your lashes flutter again and you hunch forward towards him a bit, “That’s not-," his leg adjusts again, the bulky muscle in his thigh flexing, "Toji.”

“What? That’s not what?” He grabs at your chin and tugs your face up to look at him properly, “Talk to me, doll. Tell me what that is I’m feelin’.”

The forced eye contact makes you throb. You suppose right then that the heat had finally gotten to you. Otherwise you wouldn't be feeling the way you do at the moment.

Right?

Your body adjust against him slightly and you fight the urge to let your eyes fall back as pleasure jolts throughout your body from the feel of your clit catching the firm build of his leg. “It’s not sweat, Toji.” You admit honestly.

There's a singular beat of silence that passes, filled only with your hardly discreet way of grinding against his leg, and him aiding you through every faint gyration.

“Mh.” His hum rumbles lowly, “So, you’re horny.”

You drop your face down into his chest out of embarrassment and you playfully smack at him, “Don’t say it like that!”

“Say it like what? It’s true." Toji cocks his head over and watches how your body is betraying your embarrassment. Then he finds himself smirking all over again as he his face back toward you, lips angling to your ear, "Your pussy’s droolin’ all against my thigh right now—should I have said it like that instead?”

You almost moan, “N-No."

“Hah.” Now he's smirking in full force, hands having gone to your sides just to feel your body twitching as they slide lower and lower, “Go ahead ‘n move your hips—rub one out against me, baby.”

There's a groan that snakes out of your throat in response before your hand curls into a frustrated ball against the planes of his abs, “Don’t call me that.”

Toji's hands grip at your hips and his voice seductively caresses itself throughout your eardrums, “Want me to do it for you?" Your head shakes in response to his question and he tuts, "Alright then rub that pussy against me, lemme feel her real good.”

And what more permission did you need?

You pluck your body away from being sandwiched to his, sitting up at some half-angle and let your hips buck forward just once. Toji smiles and wastes not one second in dragging his clammy palm around to properly grope at the fat of your ass.

“Mhm,” he hums encouragingly, to which you let off an airy sound that has his cock aching for attention all over again. “There you go. Keep making yourself feel good, pretty girl.”

“Toji," his name leaves you in something just short of a moan, and it's overtly apparent now that both of you are overcome with a mutual neediness.

His hand squeezes at your ass with each rock 'n shy rut of your hips—guiding you with your steady grinding over his thigh. Then you feel your clit roll at a rather juicy angle, quickly resulting in your upper half flopping back down against Toji.

He feels a hot pant fan out across his chest and he has to bite at his lip again to stop himself from making all kinds of noises. This was everything he'd fantasied about and more if he was being completely honest.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” Toji compliments with a greedy tug of your body, weeping a webby lather of precum from the slit of his cock in reaction to having your tits pressed against his naked skin—your perked nipples rubbing against him in a fashion near to the way your clit traveled his thigh beyond your panties. “My dick’s gonna start hurtin’ if I don’t do something. Can’t keep watching you like this.”

You're the one holding back responses now, instead answering him with a sudden kiss against his left pec. Toji's lips separate and he breathes out something soft once your hand slips down to the waistband of his shabby shorts.

“Can I?” You whisper against his skin, lips smearing.

Toji looks at you like you just asked him the dumbest question in the world. Then he scoffs, “Go ahead.“

You waste no time in dipping your hand beneath the dark fabric to haul his cock free. In your hand is a weight nothing could've prepared you for.

Toji's got a freakishly heavy cock, to say the least. It's massive within your fingers and when you look down at it, you almost moan from the sight alone.

Even though his room was rather dark, there was enough moonlight spilling in from the distant window to have the cum gathered around his plump head glistening. Your thumb pushed up and slipped right against that pretty slit of his, earning a sharp crack in his breathing.

Toji feels your the pad of your thumb applying pressure before he groans. Then you stroke downwards towards his base, feeling the dark, sweaty hairs of surrounding it tickle your skin.

“Shit," You mutter.

He—annoyingly—starts smirking at you again, “Big, ain’t it?”

Your eyes roll, then you turn your head back up to look at him, “Shut up.”

The next few minutes consist of you jerking him off whilst you continue grinding against his leg. Toji mutters filth under his breath that you're too horny to hear, and both of you are now sweating against one another for entirely different reasons.

Toji expects this act to be the very peak of his expectations, but amid your perfected strokes—because fuck if your hand isn't the best thing he's felt around his dick in weeks—your mouth meets his chest again, and he's quickly caught off guard by the way your lips wrap around one of his nipples. Your tongue swirls aimlessly, tugging the bud further past your lips whilst indulging in two other fruitless acts of pleasure simultaneously.

For a while you were convinced that Toji's laziness translated in the bed as well since he damn sure wasn't doing much aside from letting you rub all over him in every available aspect.

That was until he felt your breaths coming in shorter and your hand gripping at his cock a bit tighter to brace yourself for something. It was rather adorable how quickly you tensed up against him as your orgasm approached. All he could do was sit there and swallow down his groans as you gripped his cock and moaned against his nipple, clit throbbing at his thigh and cunt leaking your panties into a soaking mess.

The moment your body starts to convulse and he realizes you're cumming, his hand slides under your panties and he palms the bare skin of your ass before applying a hefty bit of pressure—weighing your body harder down against his thigh so you have no room to run from the orgasm that crashes over you.

Feeling you cum against his leg is easily one of the best feelings in the world in his opinion. He would have the air conditioning broken for months if this would be the result every night.

Not that he tells you this, of course.

As you're panting and trying to steady your breathing, Toji finally decides to stop being lazy and causes your hand to fall away from his length as he suddenly shifts about to push you over.

You land on your back and gasp, blinking rapidly before he's positioning himself above you—cock dangling nastily and sloppily kissing against the skin of your naked thigh. Toji's big arms bracket the sides of you body and you stare up at him innocently, as if you didn't just rub one out on his thigh and leech onto him throughout the entire ordeal.

“What’re you doing?” you ask.

“You want me to fuck you, right?” Toji hums, abruptly hooking an arm under one of your knees and lifting your leg up. Then he's doing the same to your other leg and your breath is tangling around somewhere in your lungs. You're barely given a proper moment to process what's going in before he's dipping down in between your clammy legs as if it's second nature, "Gotta make you cum for me first."

"But I just—"

"Nah," Toji's smiles once he's got a face full of your pussy in front of him—your flimsy panties the only thing between his starving mouth and what was about to serve as a refreshment for him, "Not like that. On my tongue."

That's the only warning he gives you before diving in.

It should've been too hot for half of the things you two had done so far and yet here you were anyway—letting him grind the entirety of his mouth against the gorgeously swollen mound of your pussy, his teeth baring out to tug your panties over to the side so he could properly suction his lips to you. Your underwear is kept to the side by a singular thumb that he angles over, and his mouth is nothing short of disgusting against you.

In fact, the entire lower half of his face is nasty when met with your pussy. The tip of his nose nuzzles against your frazzled clit, and his lips motion outwardly before he sucks the slick out from in between your folds—tongue coming through to lap at it as if rewarded. When he groans, you feel the sound thunder against the entire lower half of your body.

Toji's busy going to town until you both are a mess of mixed sweat and pleasureful tears. Your hand found his hair somewhere in between his long tongue curving up inside you, and since then you've been grinding upwards against him, practically riding his face whilst he fucked you right back down into the matress with his mouth alone.

The same mattress of which rocked with both of your combined movements. The volume of your moaning and his groaning was surely enough to earn a noise complaint from a nearby neighbor the following morning but obviously neither of you cared.

Between Toji's tongue and the heat that continued to make you sweat into his sheets at a ridiculous rate, your next orgasm comes far heavier than the first one had. So much so that you were squirming all against your roommate, trying to push at his head as if you didn't want to cum—your poor mind scrambled from everything that'd taken place thus far.

It's not until after you spill something weepy into his mouth that he peels his mouth off of you and wipes at his mouth, licking the remnants that smear across his hand immediately after.

Yet even then Toji doesn't give you much time to recover. If anything, he gives you no time to recover whatsoever.

Your eyes are still stinging from prickly tears of pleasure, and as you're blinking them away, you catch sight of him crawling his way back up over you. Next thing you know and his mouth meets yours in a singular, haphazard kiss that consists of a slanted tongue sloppily breaking past your lips and a groan pouring into your opened mouth.

Then his cock slips against your exposed folds, a thumping vein felt mapping the outskirts of your sensitive clit before he angles one hand down to grip his base. Your body latches onto his all over again, arms wrapping around his neck despite the sweat on your skin making the both of you slip 'n slide against one another.

Toji smiles into his next set of smooches, trailing his kisses down to your jaw, and eventually the warm side of your neck before feeling you roll your body upwards—cunt kissing the head of his dick as he slides it downwards in one heavy motion.

“Awh, look at you grindin’ on my tip like that. You want this fat cock inside you, huh?” His voice slathers itself into your skin and it's making you impossibly hotter underneath him, but you couldn't be bothered with it right now. Which is exactly why you nod in response, and he leans up a little to look you in the eyes whilst releasing his length from his grip, “Yeahh? Here, take it then—let me see you put it in.”

No seconds are wasted as you dip your hand down and comfortably wrap your fingers around him, giving him a couple tugs that he can't help but glance down at. Toji eventually obeys your short tugs 'n pulls by letting his body follow the motion until his tip is getting snagged by your goopy entrance—globs of slick sobbing all over his first few pudgy inches.

The very moment he starts sliding into you, you're whining and he's left moaning above you.

“Ohmygodd,” His dick easily stretches you out a bit more than you were expecting it to, the sheer girth of him jerking a gaspy little call of his name out of your lungs, “Toji-, Toji!”

“What, what? What’s wrong?” He pauses rather quickly to ensure he's not hurting you or something, hardly even halfway inside you and staring down at your twisting face with worried eyes.

You’re panting, nails having moved to dig into his arms already, “You’re too fuckin’ big.”

That makes Toji grin before he huffs, “No such thing.” and pulls back to spank your cunt with the weight of his cock a couple times. He only tops to spit at his four fingers before smacking you with his dick again, inching in afterwards and reassuring you with a rather gently murmured, “She can take me.”

Your head shakes but there’s an eager glimmer in your eye whilst you whisper back to him warningly, “Just… go slow.”

“Mmmh, I’ll try,” He tells you before leaning down to kiss your cheek and whispering, “Just for you.”

Then he's nudging his way into you—inch by inch until his chubby balls are left flush against your sweat-glossed skin and his tip is bumping against your hilt.

He looks down and sees his cock bulging against your skin. Then he thumbs at your clit and tutts—popping a pout at how puffy your pussy lips are around his dick already. “Look at that slutty pussy—she knows how to take cock juuuust fine.”

Your walls constrict around him just once and the next thing you know, Toji's rocking himself in 'n out of you perfectly. Your insides seem to mold to the shape of him in a matter of minutes, getting used to his wide size and taking him in deeper as he moves along.

The sounds of sex practically cloud the room, his cock fucking into you faster than you can keep up with and your mushy walls sucking him in farther than he can comprehend. Sweat drips off of his body and onto your and the both of you are an utter mess of one another.

Every now and then he'd lean down to kiss you but the gesture always comes shabbier than the last, lips maligning across one another whilst warm saliva is exchanged and left across both of your faces.

Your hand makes the mistake of moving to his lower abdomen and pushing at his body just a few seconds after he starts fucking you down into the mattress—the bed rocking and shaking beneath your bodies—and Toji seems ticked off for half a second.

Then he nods his chin at your wrist, "Move your fuckin' hand and feel it, feel that dick inside you. Stretchin' you out real good."

He's not entirely sure if it's his words or the way he starts plowing forward even faster, but the slippery squelches one of those invokes from you most certainly is not something he imagines. Then your moans increase in volume and Toji figures he doesn't need a neighbor scolding the two of you for this tomorrow so he brings a hand up to your chin and then props his thumb up to your bottom lip.

“Open up, doll.” He orders plainly, to which you take his finger in without him even having to ask. Toji smiles at the sight, “Atta girllll, now suck on it.”

You do exactly that for him, the action suppressing how loud your moans are for a while until his cock knocks across your cervix and leads you to bite down on his thumb. The sensation is sudden and sharp, which nearly makes Toji's eyes cross for a moment.

Words couldn't describe what that little bit of pain did to him, honestly. All you both know is that within the next few seconds, something creamy is flooding your insides and making you two many degrees hotter than you'd been earlier.

Your brains turn off in sync after that and he's just thrusting mindlessly for another minute or two, as if to make sure he's properly bred you or something. Then his fingers move to the side of your neck and his thumb slides out of your mouth—leaving a thin trail of saliva in its wake—and his entire hand goes off to cradle the back of your head.

You gasp once Toji lifts you up from the bed in one, freakishly strong tug, still humping his dick into you slightly before your mouths collide somewhere in the air. You're hauled all the way up until he's sitting back on his heels and you're appropriately sat on top of him. Both of your arms and hands are everywhere on each other's body, and it feels like something utterly depraved as taken over.

The kisses you share is a slop of tugged lips and sucked tongues, mingled with breathy moans and murmurs of your names until his hands find the underside of your thighs and move to bounce you up and down on his cock.

A whine is punctured directly out of you as you're lifted, gravity aiding Toji in plopping you right back down onto his cum-smothered base. Then his mouth finds one of your tits and he's drooling all over you.

You thought you were unsure of what had gotten into you but apparently Toji was far worse off. It's like the heat of the room was of no concern anymore. The only thing that mattered to him was having your body be thoroughly appreciated by every part of him he had to offer.

He's even mumbling into you while his tongue swirls around your nipple, “So fuckin’ hot it here,” he puffs, “Making me lose my goddamn mind—fuckin’ you like this. Hahhh.”

You're babbling nonsense with your arms wrapped around hims head, “Tojiiii-, aanh! You feel s-so good inside me.”

Which, makes him feel all proud inside for the nth time tonight, “I know I do." His hands grasp at the thick of your hips again and he squeezes your skin just once before moving you vertically around the sticky inches of his length, “Feel good when I bounce you up ‘n down my dick like this too?”

You’re nodding stupidly. Then his hands find your asscheeks and he's groping you the way he's always wanted to.

Plap after plap after plap bounces against the walls and his cum has evenly started to leak down against his balls and drip onto his sheets—which were already a mess to begin with.

Then his head flies back and his hair is sticking to his skin due to sweat, “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum again." He warns, tipping his chin down a moment to meet eyes with you, "You ready for it, doll? Hm? Gonna fuck it into you.”

He earns another dumb nod of your head as you press into him. Whimpering, “Fill me up, Toji. Pleeease?"

The next and final load that he shoots into you comes in uneven bursts, painting your walls in a sluggish fashion before both of your bodies go still against one another. Well, safe for you shuddering as you release right along with him.

You're still hugging his head and he's still got his arms wrapped tightly around you but that only lasts for a few seconds before both of you feel another wave of heat draft over you. Then, for the first time in forever, you're remind of how you ended up in his room to begin with.

Toji lifts his head up to kiss your shoulder, “I uh-, fuck." He snorts into your skin—regretting it directly after since the sweat on both of your skin is beginning to make your bodies feel glued to one another, "I would’ve put on a condom but uhm… s’too hot for that.”

You scoff at him, “Liar, you ran out of condoms three weeks ago.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He mumbles back.

Then he realizes there's no way you'd know that unless you were just as much of a disgusting pervert as he was and had been tracking the number of condoms he had in the same way he'd been tracking how many pairs of panties you'd allowed to go missing over the past month.

Pulling away from your shoulder and blinking, “Wait a damn minute.”

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[starberrymatcha]

making sure it takes

tags : smut, overstimulation, breeding kink-ish, mating press <3

notes : wrote this with DI!leon in my head ofc ehhehe, i just know his breeding kink is crazyyy in this era, also literally not proof read so sorry for any errors lol

credits to the owner of the divider!

leon lets out a shuddering groan as he felt your walls contracting against his moving cock inside you. he has you locked in a mating press with his bulging biceps on the sides of your head and his hips drilling inside you like an animal.

the mattress moved underneath you as he made himself snug inside your walls while his balls throbbed and kept hitting your skin.

"like that, baby?". he breathed out causing you to mewl and arch your back. "fuck, thats good".

he closed his eyes for a few moment to savor the slick and heat as he felt your pussy pulse against him before he moved his hips deeper causing you to scream and claw at his sides.

"give it to me, come on, come on". a low growl vibrated in his chest as he hits it deep and dragged it out before pushing back in that youre so sure that if you look down, you would see a moving figure in your tummy.

you whimpered as you raise your head to try to catch his lips but he just lets out a small laugh.

"want a kiss? no can do, give me your cum first baby then i'll give you a kiss". your legs quivered on top of his shoulders as he leaned his weight down on you more and burying his face on your neck.

his skin hits yours loudly and is mixing with your needy mewls for him and then when his teeth latched on the side of your jaw, your vision goes blurry, a silent scream came out your mouth and your cum flooded out that it coated his cock.

"thats a good girl, my good girl". he pressed a kiss on the part that he bit before he grunted as he moved his hips in a short, hard thrusts causing you to shake.

"t—too much, l-leon, please". you sobbed as you creamed his cock deliciously and you moaned when he particularly hit that spot again.

"your pussy says otherwise, baby". he grunted when he felt your hips bucking up against him. "im close, s-so fucking close".

you panted yes, more against his ear and you felt like you just didnt came a few seconds ago because your arching your back up again, nails scratching his skin and your hips are moving up to try to match his pace. you could feel every throb of his cock inside you and its enough to make you all feel hot again.

"want me fill you up, hm? make you all round and pretty". he spoke on your ear and he felt you clench tightly on him while begging for his cum. "yeah, you want that. gonna give it all to you, mama".

with another push of his hips into you, you shuddered and whimpered when you felt his cock give a jerk before spurting his cum inside of you.

then he didnt even give you another minute before he's pulling out and flipping you in all fours with a tug of your waist closer to him.

"gonna make sure it takes, baby". he pressed a sweet kiss on your bare shoulders before he's pushing inside of you again.

[loreshonour]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ husband!nanami and the attractive things he does pt. 3

tags. established relationship. married life. domestic bliss. gentle love. fluff. pet names (honey). soft!nanami. no angst. ⋮ author's note. another shorter one woo!! the heatwave is genuinely taking me out so i've not been in the mood to write or do anything else at all pffft hence why this is only 500 words and not a thousand ⋮ word count. 0.5k

Husband!Nanami who time and time again places a rough, warm hand on your lower back, the heat pooling through the silky dress you're wearing, arching into him the slightest bit, whilst he presses closer to you to avoid bumping into anyone else in this unnecessarily crowded place. 

When you look up at him, if it’s to ask or say something, it’s all the same, because he always bends down a bit, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers his response. When he's done speaking, he’ll press a brief kiss to your cheek, perhaps your jaw, and then he’ll pull back, seemingly unaware of the effect he has on you.

Husband!Nanami who is pleasantly aware that he's got some centimetres on you, even if you're above the average height for women. So, without having to ask, or not even having to utter a single word about it once throughout your long-lasting marriage, he always slows down while walking. 

It's ridiculously silly, you seem to think now and then, but it’s enough to make your heart feel warm nonetheless. 

Taking a walk in the park? His fingers are entwined with yours, and his long legs seem to stop going at their fast pace so that he can keep up with you. It’s you glancing up at him that does it for Kento—cheeks flushed, pupils slightly dilated, the softest of smiles plastered on your face—and he can't help but allow his lips to tug up into a gentle smile. Oh, how nice it feels to hold the entire world in his hands.

Husband!Nanami whose tone softens when speaking to you. Usually a bit bored and calm, showcasing his practical and beyond professional demeanour, but when he turns to you—lips parting, a gentle hum, tone turning reassuring in every way possible, soothing and serene—he melts.

Husband!Nanami who comes home from a long day at work, the front door closing behind him (a little louder than usual, the lock clicking within the span of a second), and his sleek black shoes being left in the entryway whilst he makes his way to the kitchen.

He doesn't waste a second to squeeze his front against your back, hands pressing against either your love handles or soft belly, tugging you impossibly close. It’s only sooner or later that he drops his head in the crook of your neck, presses a kiss to the skin there and finally allows his shoulders to drop while an exhausted sigh escapes his lips.

Husband!Nanami who always looks back at you. It doesn't matter if it’s because he's leaving for work in the morning, before you close the front door behind him, he’ll glance back over his shoulder, his lips stretching into the tiniest of smiles. 

Sometimes his hazel eyes will soften immensely, other times he’ll mouth the words ‘see you later, honey’. But one thing he doesn't need to mouth, or say out loud, is that he loves you more than life itself, for he proves it every day.

© loreshonour — don't repost, translate, or copy any of my works.

[formulafanfics13]

Birthday Royalty — Daniel Ricciardo

summary: Daniel spends the day pretending he doesn't care it's his birthday. By midnight, he's drunk, grinning, and on his knees for you.

warnings: smut, oral, face sitting, finger sucking, light dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, overstimulation

He spends the whole day acting like it doesn't matter. "This hat?" he says, grinning under the paper crown Lando forced onto him. "It's fashion."

The party is chaos. There's music, tequila, a half-melted cake. Someone gave him a glittery sash that says 'Birthday King' he won't take off. He's loud, and most importantly glowing.

But you know him better than anyone. You see it in the way his hand lingers a little longer on your back. The way his eyes keep flicking to you across the room. The second the door shuts behind you both that night, he drops the act. You push him up against it and he laughs breathlessly.

"Oh," he grins. "So now you're giving me attention."

"You've been begging for it all day."

"I thought I was subtle."

"You absolutely were not." You kiss him hard. He moans into it, hands everywhere now: lifting your dress, gripping your thighs, hands tightening on your hips.

"You gonna let me have my present?" he murmurs.

You drop to your knees.

"Oh fuck."

You take your time. He's already half-hard, the anticipation getting to him. You mouth at him through his boxers until he's cursing, hips twitching, voice wrecked. "Such a tease," he breathes.

You hum and pull him out, licking a slow stripe up the underside of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip. "Jesus- yes-"

You suck him off slow, letting him feel every second of it, keeping your eyes on him the whole time. He can't stop swearing. Can't stop telling you how good you look like this, how perfect your mouth is, how lucky he is. "Birthday head's my favourite tradition," he groans, hand tightening in your hair.

You pull off with a wet pop. "I'm not finished."

His eyes go wide. "Oh my god."

Eventually, he pulls you off the floor, stumbling backward toward the bed with you wrapped around him. "I need to return the favour," he pants.

"I already-"

He flips you effortlessly, laying you down and settling between your thighs. "Shh," he says, cocky again now. "Birthday boy gets what he wants."

He eats you out like he's starving: licking, sucking, groaning into you. He fingers you at the same time, slow at first, then faster, curling just right.

"Come on," he urges. "Be good for me. Come on my tongue."

You do. Loudly. Twice. When he finally fucks you, he does it deep, slow at first, both of you messy with sweat and laughter and need.

"You feel so good," he whispers against your throat. "So fucking good."

His hand drifts to your chest, thumb brushing your nipple. The other grips your hip tight as he drives into you harder. "Gonna fill you up," he breathes. "Give you every last bit. Birthday gift for me."

You arch into him, legs shaking, mouth open on a moan.

"Go on, baby," he whispers. "Let me feel it."

You come again, this time with his name in mumbles, his hands holding you steady as he follows, groaning low into your neck as he fills you deep.

Later, you're tangled in the sheets, his chest rising and falling against yours. "So," he says, voice hoarse.

"Best birthday ever?"

He grins at you with flushed cheeks and messy curls. "Obviously," he say. "You came three times."

"And the rest of the day?" you asks. "Happy?"

He kissed you again. "Always."

[lovezaynie]

kento taking his pregnant wife to the beach

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

one ordinary afternoon, he came home a little earlier than usual, set his briefcase by the door, kissed your forehead, and placed two tickets on the dining table. you raised an eyebrow curiously while one hand rested on your seven-month belly, already large enough for rei to seem determined to remind the entire world that she existed with constant little kicks. kento waited patiently for you to read the destination before speaking.

"i thought that... if she can already hear our voices, then she deserves to hear the ocean too."

for several seconds, you didn't say a single word. you simply hugged him tightly, feeling another little kick at the exact moment your belly pressed against him. nanami let out a quiet laugh and gently caressed the spot where he had felt the movement.

"it seems she agrees."

your first encounter with the coast was much more emotional than either of you had expected. the air carried that unmistakable salty scent that seemed to clear your lungs the moment you breathed it in, seagulls crossed the sky with their cries while the waves broke with a hypnotic calmness, and the sand was warm beneath your bare feet.

you walked slowly because kento had practically become your shadow ever since the pregnancy had progressed. one hand stayed around your waist, while the other carried a bag with sunscreen, water, fruit, a huge beach umbrella, two towels, a book for you, another for him, and a few snacks that had become part of your daily cravings.

every few steps, he glanced down at your belly to make sure you were walking comfortably, and every time rei decided to stretch one little leg from inside, he smiled like a man who still couldn't believe that such a tiny little person truly existed.

it didn't take long for you to discover that a woman who was seven months pregnant was practically a magnet for children's curiosity. while kento finished setting up the umbrella, a small group of kids building sandcastles nearby began watching you with the complete lack of subtlety that only children possess.

they whispered among themselves, pointed at your belly, then hid behind a sand bucket, convinced no one could see them. meanwhile, you could barely hold back your laughter. finally, the bravest of them all, a little boy about five years old wearing a completely crooked blue cap, walked up to you with the utmost seriousness.

"ma'am..." he asked quietly, "...is there a baby in there?"

you nodded with a wide smile, "yes, there's a baby girl."

the boy's eyes widened as though you had just revealed the greatest secret in the universe, "can i say hi to her?"

kento, who had been watching the scene from a few yards away, was already prepared to step in if you felt uncomfortable, but you simply nodded.

the little boy placed his hand on your belly with heart-melting gentleness, as though he feared he might break something incredibly fragile.

there were barely two seconds of complete silence. then... thump! rei delivered such a clear little kick that the boy's tiny hand practically bounced on your belly.

he pulled his hand back in complete surprise before bursting into contagious laughter, "she answered me!" he shouted to his friends.

in less than a minute, there were already four children surrounding you, asking to take turns 'saying hi to the baby.' nanami watched the improvised line with his arms crossed and an expression somewhere between amused and resigned. each new child placed a little hand on your belly, and rei, as though she were truly participating in the conversation, answered with another almost immediate kick.

"i think..." kento murmured as he walked over to you, "...our daughter is going to be quite sociable."

you laughed as another little girl let out a tiny squeal after feeling the movement, "or maybe she's just already practicing how to be the center of attention."

for nearly twenty minutes, rei was the true attraction of the beach. the children said goodbye with cheerful "bye, baby!"s, promised they would come play with her once she was born, and ran back toward the water completely convinced they had just made a new friend.

when the two of you were finally alone again, kento rested a hand on your belly and smiled with the quiet tenderness that suited him so naturally. "i couldn't have expected anything less. she's far too much like her mother."

you looked at him with mock indignation, "are you implying i used to talk to strangers?"

he tilted his head slightly, "once you ended up becoming friends with a woman at the supermarket while you were picking out tomatoes."

you thought about it for only a few seconds, "...that's true."

nanami let out a soft laugh, "exactly."

after a while, the heat became more intense, and you decided you wanted to wade into the ocean for a little while. the moment you mentioned it, kento was already organizing everything. he spread out a clean towel beneath the umbrella, rolled up another one so you could sit comfortably when you came out of the water, left a cold bottle within easy reach, and checked for the third time that the sunscreen had been properly applied to your shoulders.

while you slowly walked toward the shoreline to dip only your legs into the water, he stayed behind, carefully studying the sand with a concentration that was almost suspicious. he picked up a small plastic shovel that had been left nearby and started digging.

when you came back a few minutes later, your feet still wet, you found him finishing what looked like some completely inexplicable engineering project.

right in the middle of the sand was a perfectly round hole—not too deep, not too wide—positioned exactly where your belly would be.

you stared at it for several seconds before bursting into laughter. "what is this?"

kento looked up as naturally as if the whole thing made perfect sense. "your bed."

you looked at the hole again. then at your belly. then back at the hole. "...how did you know exactly what size to make it?"

he calmly put away the little shovel. "i've been looking at that belly every day for seven months." he answered as though that explained absolutely everything.

you looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and tenderness before carefully lying down on the towel.

and then something happened that you hadn't experienced in months:

your belly rested inside the little hollow without feeling any pressure at all. for the first time since your pregnancy had advanced, you were able to lie on your stomach without the slightest discomfort.

you let out such a long, satisfied sigh that you even closed your eyes ."kento..." you murmured, nearly melting. "...i think i love you a little bit more."

he sat down beside you, rested a hand on your back, and smiled proudly as he saw how comfortable you were. "that was the goal."

the two of you stayed there for a long while, listening only to the sound of the ocean. you rested with your face on your folded arms, enjoying a position you had missed so much, while kento absentmindedly traced small circles across your back with his fingertips. every now and then, his hand drifted down to the edge of the hollow to gently stroke the curve of your belly, and every caress was immediately answered from within. rei seemed to have absorbed the peacefulness of that place, moving slowly, as though she too was enjoying the sound of the waves.

nanami then rested his entire palm against your belly and looked toward the horizon with an almost imperceptible smile.

"do you hear that, princess?" he asked very quietly, knowing perfectly well that she already recognized his voice. "this is the ocean. your mom says it's one of the most beautiful places in the world."

another little kick answered from inside.

he let out a soft laugh. "yeah... one day you're going to run across this very same sand. you're going to build sandcastles, chase crabs, even though you'll probably be a little scared of them at first, and you'll fill your pockets with rocks and seashells that we'll keep finding around the house for weeks afterward..."

he paused as he gently stroked the same spot, "...and when you're a little older, daddy is going to teach you how to float while looking up at the sky, right here."

you turned your head slightly to look at him. the wind tousled his blond hair, the sunlight softly illuminated his features, and that hand still rested with infinite care over the place where the little proof of the love the two of you had built was growing.

in that moment, you realized that even though rei hadn't been born yet, she was already creating memories alongside both of you.

maybe she would never consciously remember that first visit to the beach, or the voices of the children who greeted her, or the endless sound of the waves, or the perfectly measured hollow where her mother was finally able to lie on her stomach for the first time in months.

but somewhere deep within her existence, she would always carry that day.

because even before opening her eyes to the world, she had already been loved beyond measure.

and to kento, that was exactly the gift he had wanted to give her when he decided to take both of his girls to meet the ocean.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

[dolcemisu]

the video you sent to nanami that made him come home early from his work trip

nanami was a busy man. sometimes he had to be overseas for some time during the year. both of you hated being separated from each other for so long, so you had to get creative.

“your favorite,” you whispered. you did a 360 for the camera to show him the pretty lingerie that he loved so dearly. the lace set left little to no room for imagination, making it nanmi's guilty pleasure.

you crawled onto the bed, phone in hand, to show him exactly what he’s been missing out on. you positioned the camera to where you were fully in the frame before trailing your hand down to where you ached the most.

tugging lightly on your panties, you turned to the camera with a shy smile. “i miss you ken, so much that you have me doing things like this.” you ripped off your lace underwear like nanami has done a million times and dipped your hand in between your thighs. your eyes fluttered shut as you imagined it being his thumb rubbing small circles on your clit. you gasped softly as you pushed a finger in. your fingers were no where near as thick or as long as nanami's, but you had no choice but to make it work. you whined as you inserted a second finger into your tight cunt. you slowly fucked yourself with your fingers, occasionally glancing at the camera to make sure nanami could see how soaked you were for him. your slick glistened on your fingers. biting back a moan, you cupped your breast and twisted your hard nipples, losing yourself in the pleasure.

nanami's fingers were the only thing on your mind. you imagined how he’d tease you for a bit, slipping a finger in and out to see how you’d react. he’d kiss your cheek sweetly, tell you that you look beautiful, and go right back to teasing your entrance. a loud moan rippled out of you once you finally hit that spongy spot deep inside of you. your velvet walls clenched around your fingers, but you imagined they were his instead.

“kenn,” you whispered softly, sounding absolutely wrecked. “‘m close.” heat pooled in your stomach as you fucked yourself with your fingers. you trembled as you came, crying out his name as you arched into the pillow. a proxy got the job done, but it wasn’t the same as him.

you took a in a shaky breath and reached over beside you to grab a towel. you wiped your fingers on it and winked at the camera. “too bad you’re not here to taste it instead.” you stopped the recording, and rolled over. you were spent, it took you only a couple of minutes to fall asleep.

the following morning, nanami bursted through the front door. you froze, coffee mug still in hand, as you watched your husband stride towards you, a week early from his return date. he dropped his bags at the door and walked up to you.

“that video you sent me…” he trailed off. his pupils were blown out wide, hair mused, and tie undone. this was not the calm and conposed man you had married. this one was on a mission. a mission to make up for lost time, no matter what it took.

he cupped your face gently before kissing you hungrily. your knees went weak as he pulled you even closer to him. he pulled away and you gasped for air.

“kento…”

his eyes drank you in. you didn't fail to notice the tent in his hands, or the video that was playing on his phone...

“i came as soon as i could.”

[pitwallprincess]

oh lord I LOVE your mind and the smut you think of😩👌 maybe some Lewis or more Liam ??🤭🫶

i've been a lewis girl for quite some time but ever since he wore his hair down with that hat the other week i've been so feral he's such a beautiful man

lewis being into choking<3

the control he has over you sends blood rushing to his cock. lewis is a man who always gets what he wants- including the ability to control you.

he loves to wrap his large hand around your throat as he takes you roughly from behind. the wheeze in your breath sounds angelic to lewis, making him slightly tighten his hand every time he heard you struggle.

"been pretty quiet tonight, yeah?" he drawls into your ear. "why don't you try talking? let's see how my little slut sounds."

when all that escapes your lips is a strained, "lewis, please," all he can do is laugh and thrust into you even harder. you'll breathe once he feels like you've earned it<3

[nagumolvr]

DISTANCE .ᐟ

゛ ᢉ𐭩 nanami kento misses his wife.

drabble .ᐟ ⸝⸝ masturbation ⸝⸝ reader’s polaroid pic is used ⸝⸝ yearner!nanami ⸝⸝ nsfw | mdni | 18+ ⸝⸝ art by @hunnismokah

nanami lay back against the stiff hotel pillows. his mission had dragged on too long again, another week away from home, from you. the polaroid you’d slipped into his wallet before he left sat heavy in his hand—your soft smile, the curve of your body in that little sundress he loved, taken just for him. “fuck…” he muttered under his breath, jaw tight as he stared at it. he could already feel himself aching at the sight of you.

his free hand shoved down the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his already half-hard cock. the image of you burned behind his eyes. “you always know exactly what i need,” he breathed, voice low and rough, thumb brushing over the photo’s edge like he could touch your skin instead. he gave himself a slow stroke, breath hitching. “miss you so much… your hands feel better than this. i wish you were here.”

he closed his eyes for a second, picturing you straddling him like you did that last night before he left, your thighs squeezing his hips, your mouth moaning his name. his grip tightened, pumping faster, hips twitching up into his fist. “shit—look at you in this picture… smiling like you’re waiting for me to come home and take you properly.” a quiet groan slipped out, his glasses fogging slightly at the edges from the roughness of his breathing. he was usually so composed, so in control, but here alone with nothing but the memory of your cunt clenching around him, he let the words spill.

“gonna fill you up when i get back… make you take every inch until you’re trembling.” his strokes grew messy, slick sounds filling the quiet room as pre-cum beaded at the tip. he kept the polaroid close, eyes locked on your face, lips parted. “so pretty. my wife. fuck—i’m so close already just thinking about you.”

his abs tensed, clenching and unclenching, thighs spreading wider on the sheets as he jerked harder, chasing his orgasm. “fuck, sweetheart… c-cumming… for you,” he growled to the empty room, pretending your voice was in his ears—moaning his name. the tension snapped hard without much buildup—his head fell back, a strangled “fuck, you—” escaping as thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist and onto his stomach, hips stuttering through it.

he panted in the afterglow, still clutching the polaroid, a tired, satisfied sigh escaping his lips. he dropped the polaroid and replaced it with his phone—sending a quick text.

nanami: “missing you, love. your picture’s keeping me sane.”

© nagumolvr | all rights reserved.

[aliasnnmknt]

Day 1: professor AU (with a hint of first love)

[hangenism]

nanami kento was is anything but causal

you remember the day you first saw him like it was yesterday. the day was ending as the sky turned a pinkish orange. the walk home felt much harder than usual due to the excessive heat. you stepped inside of a local bakery to buy a sweet drink to cool you off.

he didn’t notice you at first, he was too engrossed with reading the menu in front of him. you took advantage of his obliviousness and studied him carefully. his blonde hair was perfect, not a single strand out of place. his beige suit was crisp, without a single wrinkle in sight. it made him look like someone important. tired eyes scanned the menu once more before he walked up to the counter to order.

out of all the things in the shop, nanami decided to order bread. yes, bread, even though they had pastries galore lining their displays, the man chose to order bread instead.

you were baffled to say the least. to each their own but…bread? you made a face before quickly looking away. he paid and tipped generously then sat down at one of the tables.

you ordered, chatted with the cashier, and waited patiently as they made your drink. to kill time, and to avoid staring at him again, you scrolled on your phone.

little did you know, nanami noticed you the second you walked in. how could he not? you were wearing a beautiful yellow sundress that made you glow. every time you beamed it felt like the sun itself was shining down, brightening up the day. he was curious, but a bit shy. would offering you the seat across from him freak you out? yes, nanami decided, yes it would. if some random stranger told him to sit down across from him, he’d politely decline. unless it was you of course. it was something about you that drew him in and piqued his curiosity. nanami snuck another glance at you. this time, your eyes met. you were already staring at him. you quickly looked away, embarrassed to have been caught in the act.

nanami felt the air in his lungs thin when your eyes locked. despite the fact he was just caught staring, he looked at you again. he couldn’t explain why, it was like looking directly into the sun as a kid when you know you’re not supposed to, but he did it anyway. why? because it was worth it. curiosity killed the cat, but the cat died in the bask of beauty and warmth. and you, you were that defined. nanami was sure of it. you captivated him without even trying, just by existing.

unprepared to go another day, another second without being able to bask in your presence, he got up from his seat and approached you. he surprised the both of you by making such a bold move so suddenly. he cleared his throat before speaking.

“excuse me, i was just—” his mind went blank. what was his excuse for bothering you again? “i was wondering what drink you ordered. i’ve been coming here for so long i’ve yet to try their drink selection.” or their anything selection. nanami bought solely bread here…but you didn’t need to know that.

you blinked at him. “oh i uh, asked her to freestyle it. it’s my first time here, so i asked her if she could just make what she thought was best…” you responded sheepishly. “you and i will find out, together, i guess?” you said with a laugh. he chuckled softly, a small smile peeking through.

that was your first “together.” there were many more after that.

on your first date, he made his intentions as clear as ever. “i think you’re intelligent and beautiful. i’d like to get to know you more, if that’s okay with you.” you smiled shyly behind your wine glass at the restaurant he got reservations for the second you said agreed to going out with him at the bakery.

“i’d like that.” you nodded.

he walked you up to your door later that night. he made sure you got into your apartment safely before driving off. each date after that, he surprised you more and more. flowers every date, learning new baking recipes together, teaching you danish, dreaming of a trip to malaysia. never for a moment did you doubt nanami's devotion to you. he was a breath of fresh air in a world that tried to suffocate you every chance it got.

before you knew it, you couldn’t imagine a world without together. without your breadwinner. until you had to.

the call with yuji started off silently. you said his name repeatedly, but got no reply. a voice in your head told you that something had gone wrong, but you refused to believe it.

“i’m really sorry,” he eventually croaked into the phone. your heart dropped to your stomach. “sorry? sorry for what yuji?” you chuckled, but it was forced. you sat down on the coach and tried to make yourself busy. you went back to ironing nanami’s work shirts and put the ear to your phone.

“…yuji?”

ignoring the pit in your stomach wasn’t smart. you felt sick to your stomach. you got up and poured yourself a glass of water. still, nothing from yuji. the time lapsed almost the minutes now. maybe he had to leave his phone unattended to do something? you patiently waited by the phone for a couple more minutes until he finally spoke.

“nanami… he—he didn’t make it. i’m so sorry, there was nothing i…” you drowned his voice out, those first few words wounding you. the hand holding the phone trembled. you watched, frozen in place, as the phone slipped out of your hands and descended to the ground. even from here, you could still hear yuji’s voice, small as ever, giving you his condolences. the pang in your chest traveled through your veins to the rest of your body. you couldn't move. couldn't breathe. couldn't think.

you sat there, barely moving an inch. your mind immediately went to the pain he must've endured. tears started to form in the corners of your eyes. you blinked them away and choked back a sob. yuji called out your name again, but it sounded so distant that it barely registered in your head. you wanted to respond—you really did—but you were struggling to get oxygen in your lungs. the last thing you needed right now was pity, even if it wasn't ill-intended.

after a few minutes of hyperventilating in the middle of your living room. you listened for yuji. he was quiet now, seemingly giving you some time to compose yourself. a beat passed before he said the words that completely shattered you:

"in his last breath...he told me to tell you he loved you. more than anything."

you collapsed. your knees went completely weak as his words sunk in. the pang was back—no, it never went away. it intensified, squeezing your already stressed heart. more tears spilled down your cheeks. it felt like the walls of the room were closing in and you couldn't escape. you didn't want to. what was the point now that the person you loved the most was gone?

luckily for you, yuji decided to twist the knife as well.

"and he murmured something incoherent. i think it was... something something don't worry...malaysia?"

your mind immediately flashed back to when he first told you about it. how desperately he wanted to go. you offered to go there as your honeymoon destination, but he refused. he insisted to go where you wanted to instead. you selfishly agreed, and now you have to live with the fact that you took that away from it. he could have seen the one place he had his sights set on, but he gave it up for you. your husband did that a lot. he quite literally gave his last words to you. to let you and the world know that he loved you, more than anything, and he somehow already knew you’d blame yourself for malaysia.

but it was too late. you would blame yourself for the rest of your life. you clutched one of his collared shirt to your chest, chest tightening for the nth time that night.

somewhere in the background, you heard yuji say something about coming over. you didn't reply. instead, you laid your head on the couch and closed your eyes to meet your love in the only place he was sure to be—your dreams.

you could practically feel the sand in between your toes, light breeze kissing your face. the sweltering sun was difficult to bear, but you were on a mission. you scanned the beach and spotted the person you were looking for. your husband was sun lounging and reading a book further down the beach. you walked up and beamed at him. ironically, he seemed completely unaffected by the heat. there was no umbrella shielding the chair from the sun. in fact, he appeared to be drawn to it, facing it and staring, hard. the the second you approached him, he set the book aside and greeted you.

"there you are. i was wondering if you had gotten lost."

you giggled, the sound music to nanami's ears. "you wouldn't let that happen, now would you?"

he shook his head. "of course not," he said solemnly. "plus, i’ll always be here waiting for you."

"promise?" you held out your pinky.

he hooked yours with his own.

"promise."

you woke up in a cold sweat, chest heaving. the room blurred. you tried to blink away the tears, but they wouldn't let up. you gave up and let them fall once more. even though it was just a dream, it still hurt. he was never coming home. he broke his promise before he could even get the chance to make it, and that truth burned. that night, you cried yourself to sleep, holding one of his shirts closely to your chest. you could sleep forever if that meant not keeping him waiting too long.

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[lostdreamsx]

sexting x leon kennedy

warning :- sexting , pillow humping , good girl use minors do not interact !

notes :- jas writing about leon who is sheee ?? lmao i blame tiktok it keeps showing me re9 leon

these are sooo fun to doo I might make a list 🤭

[tabathastan]

Leon Finds You Instead of Ashley

(Leon S. Kennedy x Reader — tense first meeting, protective Leon, slow burn) Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Ashley Graham Universe: Resident Evil 4

Leon kicked the door open carefully, gun already raised. The abandoned house creaked around him. Dust floated through the beam of his flashlight. This was the location his intel had given him. The place where the president’s daughter was supposed to be.

“Ashley?” he called quietly.

No response. He stepped further inside. Floorboards groaned under his boots. Then, a sudden movement. Someone rushed at him from the shadows. Leon reacted instantly, grabbing your wrist before the knife in your hand could connect. You struggled immediately.

“Let go!”

Leon twisted the knife from your grip and pinned your arm behind your back.

“Easy!” he snapped.

You froze for half a second before glaring up at him.

“You broke into my hiding spot!”

Leon blinked.

“…your what?”

You yanked your arm free and stumbled back, breathing hard. For a moment the two of you just stared at each other. You looked exhausted. Clothes dirty, hair messy, eyes sharp with fear and anger. Not Ashley Graham. Leon lowered his gun slightly.

“You’re not who I’m looking for.”

You scoffed.

“Clearly.”

He studied you carefully.

“You alone?”

You hesitated. Then you said quietly,

“…I was with my sister.”

Leon’s expression shifted slightly.

“Sister?”

“Grace.”

The name clearly meant nothing to him. Your shoulders stiffened.

“They took her,” you continued, voice tight. “Those villagers.”

Leon cursed under his breath. Same people. Same infection. He holstered his gun.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

You folded your arms.

“Neither should you.”

Leon almost smiled. Fair enough. He leaned against the wall slightly.

“I’m looking for someone too.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Your sister?”

“President’s daughter.”

You blinked.

“…you’re serious?”

“Unfortunately.”

You stared at him for a moment. Then you rubbed your face with a tired sigh.

“So we’re both screwed.”

Leon huffed a quiet laugh.

“Something like that.”

The house creaked again. Both of you immediately turned toward the sound. Voices outside. Low. Angry. The villagers. You grabbed your knife from the floor. Leon raised his pistol again.

“Stay behind me,” he said automatically.

You looked offended.

“I can handle myself.”

“I believe you,” he replied calmly.

Another voice shouted outside. Closer now. Leon glanced at you again.

“You want to find your sister?”

“Obviously.”

“Then stick with me.”

You hesitated. Trusting strangers wasn’t exactly your thing. But the sounds outside were getting louder and this stranger had a gun.

“…fine,” you muttered.

Leon gave a quick nod. Then he opened the back door slowly.

“After you.”

You slipped outside first. The forest path stretched ahead, dark and quiet. For now. Leon followed, keeping watch behind you. After a few minutes of walking, you glanced at him.

“So…”

Leon raised an eyebrow.

“So?”

“You got a name, agent?”

“Leon.”

You nodded slowly.

“I’m guessing you already know mine.”

He smirked slightly.

“Nope.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Y/N.”

Leon repeated it under his breath. Like he was memorizing it. Then he said casually.

“Try not to stab me again.”

You glanced at him.

“No promises.”

Leon chuckled quietly. For a mission that was supposed to involve rescuing one girl. Things had just gotten a lot more complicated and Leon had a feeling you were going to be trouble. The kind he didn’t mind having around.

[tabathastan]

Being married to Leon S. Kennedy (RE9) in a late-career.

Leon doesn’t need luxury, he needs peace. Married life with him is often calm: shared meals, soft routines, comfortable silence. He appreciates stability more than he admits out loud. He’ll walk into your shared space, loosen his jacket, and just exhale like:

“Yeah… this is good.”

Even at home, Leon is instinctively aware of exits, noises, movement. But it’s no longer anxiety-driven, it’s habit. Over time, he learns to relax more fully because you’re there too. You’ll sometimes catch him checking doors, then stopping when he realizes he doesn’t need to.

Leon isn’t suddenly poetic after marriage. He shows love through consistency, making sure you’re safe, remembering small details about your day and fixing things around the house without being asked. He says “I love you,” but it often comes out quiet, like it’s obvious already.

Marriage doesn’t make him less sarcastic, it makes it softer. He’ll tease you in passing while doing something helpful. If you call him out, he’ll just shrug:

“You married me. This was part of the deal.”

Leon never becomes controlling, he knows better. Instead, he becomes attentive. He checks in without hovering. He trusts you, but still worries quietly when you’re out of sight. If you’re late coming home, he’ll act calm, but he’s already waiting near the window.

He still sometimes can’t sleep easily. But now those nights are less lonely. You’ll find him sitting quietly, thinking, not spiraling and when you join him, he naturally relaxes into your presence. No words needed.

Leon spent years suppressing everything. Marriage doesn’t “fix” that, but it gives him somewhere safe to lower the mask. He learns, it’s okay to be tired, it’s okay to not be okay all the time, it’s okay to lean on someone and you become that anchor.

He doesn’t stop being an agent mentally. But he tries harder to leave that part of himself at the door. When he does talk about missions, it’s more distant, less like reliving, more like reporting. Then he shifts back to you like.

“Anyway… what’s for dinner?”

He doesn’t react loudly. He just moves closer. Less space between you and him, more silent observation. Later, he might casually ask:

“Everything alright with them?”

Not accusing. Just assessing.

Leon has seen too many people never make it home. So choosing to come home, to you, is never accidental. It’s something he actively decides, over and over again. You’re not just his partner. You’re the place he returns to when everything else is chaos.

Being married to late-career Leon Kennedy means sharing a life that is quiet, grounded, and carefully built, where love isn’t loud or dramatic, but steady enough to survive everything the world throws at him.

[tabathastan]

Being married to Leon S. Kennedy (RE9) in a late-career.

Leon doesn’t need luxury, he needs peace. Married life with him is often calm: shared meals, soft routines, comfortable silence. He appreciates stability more than he admits out loud. He’ll walk into your shared space, loosen his jacket, and just exhale like:

“Yeah… this is good.”

Even at home, Leon is instinctively aware of exits, noises, movement. But it’s no longer anxiety-driven, it’s habit. Over time, he learns to relax more fully because you’re there too. You’ll sometimes catch him checking doors, then stopping when he realizes he doesn’t need to.

Leon isn’t suddenly poetic after marriage. He shows love through consistency, making sure you’re safe, remembering small details about your day and fixing things around the house without being asked. He says “I love you,” but it often comes out quiet, like it’s obvious already.

Marriage doesn’t make him less sarcastic, it makes it softer. He’ll tease you in passing while doing something helpful. If you call him out, he’ll just shrug:

“You married me. This was part of the deal.”

Leon never becomes controlling, he knows better. Instead, he becomes attentive. He checks in without hovering. He trusts you, but still worries quietly when you’re out of sight. If you’re late coming home, he’ll act calm, but he’s already waiting near the window.

He still sometimes can’t sleep easily. But now those nights are less lonely. You’ll find him sitting quietly, thinking, not spiraling and when you join him, he naturally relaxes into your presence. No words needed.

Leon spent years suppressing everything. Marriage doesn’t “fix” that, but it gives him somewhere safe to lower the mask. He learns, it’s okay to be tired, it’s okay to not be okay all the time, it’s okay to lean on someone and you become that anchor.

He doesn’t stop being an agent mentally. But he tries harder to leave that part of himself at the door. When he does talk about missions, it’s more distant, less like reliving, more like reporting. Then he shifts back to you like.

“Anyway… what’s for dinner?”

He doesn’t react loudly. He just moves closer. Less space between you and him, more silent observation. Later, he might casually ask:

“Everything alright with them?”

Not accusing. Just assessing.

Leon has seen too many people never make it home. So choosing to come home, to you, is never accidental. It’s something he actively decides, over and over again. You’re not just his partner. You’re the place he returns to when everything else is chaos.

Being married to late-career Leon Kennedy means sharing a life that is quiet, grounded, and carefully built, where love isn’t loud or dramatic, but steady enough to survive everything the world throws at him.

[zeroartsblog]

Ada Wong

Caught up from forgetting to post last week!

[666chevy]

Hope everyone has had a lovely Pride month!!!🌈

[ajaxatnight]

All For The Camera

Pornstar!Toji x Gf!Fem!Reader

18+

Summary: Toji asks you to join one of his streams so he can show his fangirls how he really fucks

Warnings: established relationship, smut, 0 plot, mean!dom!Toji, sub!reader, older toji (reader is like 22 and hes like 27..?), p in v, unprotected, on film, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), facefucking, messy pussy eating, fingering, kinda daddy kink like not really (he calls himself it like twice), squirting, spitting, biting, choking, spanking, scratching, creampies, manhandling, overstim, dacryphilia, degradation, praise,

Wc: ~3.7k

a/n: i literally have so many abandoned drafts but i keep writing new ideas instead of finishing them </3

This is pretty proofread but again im posting at almost 4 am so if theres typos its cause im about to fall asleep

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It had been 3 days since your boyfriend had asked if youd be willing to join in on one of his videos. You had been in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you scrolled on your phone, waiting patiently for him to finish filming. When Toji finally emerged from your shared bedroom, skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat he immediately slumped against you, pressing you further into the counter.

“Yknow what i was thinkin’ babe?”

“Hm” you hummed back, not looking up from your phone.

“You should join a video of mine, sure my fangirls would love to see it” he smirked, kissing along the column of your neck as you finally paused your mindless scrolling.

It had taken a bit of convincing, understanding how his privacy and subscription was set up and how it wouldnt be a public thing, only accessible to those paying the highest tier for bonus content. He also went on about viewership and such, grinning widely when he talked about how everyone will love to see how good you are for him.

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3 days later and you sat on the bed in your room, watching him as he set up a few cameras — one facing the bed, one towards the side and another strapped to his chest which he called the “dom cam”.

“Cmon baby jus’ relax, gonna be like how we normally do it” his deep voice fills the space between you, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek. You offer him a soft smile when you nod, fixing your position on the edge of the bed.

“Atta girl, always so good for me” he praises, gently slapping your cheek a few times before returning to fiddling with the camera.

“So we just like… pretend theyre not there?” You ask, tilting your head as he stepped behind the camera, positioning it properly on you.

“Mhmmm” he drags out, his eyes flicking from the small screen on the camera to you. “Jus’ gonna fuck you like i normally do. Already look so hot when im inside anyways” he smirks at you as your cheeks flush, his sharp canines peaking out from the corners of his lips. He reached out and pressing a button on the cameras, the glowing red light immediately popping up. You chew your lip as you focus on the one strapped to his naked chest, eyeing the camera before focusing on his face.

A wide grin is spread on his lips, canines flashing as he leans down to cup your jaw, kissing along the opposite side of your neck. When you let out a small whine he pulls back, grin still wide as his hands fall to your waist to tug you closer to the edge of the bed. He stands in front of you, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You looked up at him properly and your face was met with the bulge in his sweats, breath hitching as you took in how good he looked like this — hair a little messy, a wide smirk on his face, broad shoulders, a muscular chest that towered over you, and a straining cock hidden just out of sight.

His hand fell into your hair, brushing it away from your face gently before giving it a harsh tug back, making you wince. His other hand moves to your face again, thumb trailing over your bottom lip. You take it into your mouth, tongue swirling around it before sucking on it gently. His grin grew wider, gesturing with his head down at his crotch.

“Be a good girl and help me out a lil yeah? Like you usually do”

You stare up at him, eyes flicking from the camera to his face as you reach out to run your fingers along his thick thighs. Your fingers trailed further up, digging into the band of his sweatpants, fingers rubbing gently at his skin. When he pulls his thumb from your mouth you bite your lip as your eyes focus on his green ones, tugging down his sweats.

His cock springs free at the sharp tug of his sweatpants, thick and hard and leaking as it slaps against his abs. Veins travel up the length of it as pre decorates his tip, like little small pearls of desire signalling a demand for attention. He tugs your face closer to it and nods, urging you to continue as you wet your lips.

You lean in closer, licking a long stripe up the length of it, hand reaching out to firmly hold the base as your tongue works. Your eyes cant help but focus on the little flashing red light of the camera, tongue swirling over his reddened tip as he lets out a deep groan.

“Thatsss it… doin’ so good, look so pretty” he tugs your hair hard and your lips part slightly; small sparks of pain tingling across your scalp. He grins as he takes the opportunity to shove himself into your mouth, stretching your lips wide around his girth.

You choke slightly at the shove in, eyes widening as they flick up to his face. You smack his thigh lightly in protest but he just laughs, pulling his hips back before ramming them back in. You gag around him again, gripping onto his thighs as he holds the back of your head, using it as leverage to thrust harder into your mouth.

You stare up at him, small trails of drool sliding down from the corners of your lips. Hes grunting above you, deep sounds that fill the space between you as his head falls to the side, eyes fluttering as he shoves in particularly deep. You gag loudly against him, more drool sliding from your lips and tears stinging your eyes. Hes so big compared to you, shoved so deep in your throat you can barely breathe around him.

“Look so pretty when you cry like that” he grunts out, a hand moving to slap against your cheek. You whine at the slap, a few wet tears sliding down your flush cheeks. He pulls out suddenly and you pant hard, air immediately filling your lungs after having his cock shoved down your throat. He slaps his length against your face a few times, fucking his cock slowly across the side of your nose. You pout up at him, saliva and precum spreading across your skin. He grips your jaw harder, squeezing your cheeks together. When your lips part he leans down slightly, spitting directly onto them before dragging his cock back and forth through them. You let the spit rest on your lips, allowing his cock to drag over them before he pulls away.

His hands reach down and tugs your shirt off, buttons popping and rolling along the floor of your room; your eyes on his as you lean back slightly for him. He pushes you all the way back on the mattress, grabbing your shorts and tugging them off along with your underwear. You shiver as the cool air hits you, already soaked for him as you lean your head up to watch him. He sinks to the ground between your spread thighs, pointing the camera at your slick cunt.

“Shes so wet for me already” he purrs, moving closer to ghost his thumb over your clit. “Such a slutty thing for me arent ya?” He asks, blowing cold air over your folds.

You shiver at the feeling, looking at him with a pout “Tojiii” you whine out, trying to squirm your hips away from both his and the camera attention.

“Awww don’t be shy, baby. She looks like she tastes fuckin delicious, bet the viewers think so too” he flashes you a grin, all sharp teeth on display before sinking them into the plush skin of your thigh. His bite makes you cry out, hips bucking away from his mouth as he sucks on the spot, leaving a dark mark when he finally pulls away.

His arm reaches up, hand grabbing at your tit. He squeezes over the skin, fingers circling and tugging at your nipple. He leans down, spitting a glob of saliva onto your clit before using his ring and middle fingers to spread it around. He circles your clit slow, eyes flicking up to watch your face as you pant out, eyes locked on his. His other hand slides down from your chest, grabbing your thigh to open it further as his fingers trail down from your clit and run along your folds. They trail back up slowly before he slaps your clit hard, letting out a mocking laugh as you jerk your hips away.

“Ah-!“ you call out at the slap, hand flying down to push at his head in retaliation, pouting when he looks up at you.

“Stop teasing Toji”

“Fine, fine” he mumbled, kissing along your thigh until his mouth was connecting with your cunt, tongue slurping at your skin as he drinks you in. Saliva mixes with your slick as he drags his tongue all along your folds and shoves into them. Messy noises fill the room as he shifts the camera over so it would pick up everything. Coats of slick cover your pussy, mixes of saliva and your own juices glistening in the faint lighting of the room as he rams his tongue back inside you, licking into every crevice.

“F-fuck Toji!” You moan out at the feeling, back pressing further into the sheets as your hands grab at his hair. He pulls out of your hole with a grin, tongue dragging higher to suck and nip at your clit, swirling his tongue around it. He hums around the sensitive bud before flattening his tongue on it and moving his head back and forth. He pulls away to spit on it again, fingers moving up to spread your wetness around. His tongue fucks back into you, his fingers rubbing along your clit.

You were a moaning mess above him — hips bucking down along his face, fingers tugging at his hair so hard it almost ripped out, your mouth falling open and your eyes on the verge of rolling back in your head. Your slick stuck to your thighs and his chin, messily spreading all over you and dripping onto the sheets below your hips.

The room was so warm from what you both were doing, the cameras pointed at you making every sense twice as strong. Something deep in your gut churned, a need to be louder and hotter, a slight possessive nature to make sure your boyfriend’s fangirls knew he only fucked you.

You tugged his head closer to your pussy, his nose nudging into your clit along with his fingers. His tongue still thrusts into you, mouth drooling saliva in and around you, your thighs drenched. Your insides warm, the messiness of it all turning you on so much. His free hand moved to slap across your thighs, the feeling burning across your skin. You yelp out at the feeling, tugging again at his hair.

“‘M clo- ah fuck - close -nghh- Toji” you moan out louder than normal, hips bucking against his face. One of his eyebrows raise at your moan but you never noticed, too focussed on the feeling of his mouth on you.

He doesnt pull away to speak, does let out any mocking sounds or laughs like he usually does. He just focusses on you, briefly mumbling something incoherent into your cunt before going back to work. The heat builds steadily under your skin, a slow ascend that threatens to boil over at any moment as Toji maintains his pace, continuing to messily slobber over your cunt, tongue digging around in your hole as his fingers press harder on your clit, rubbing with a passion to make you cum.

Your high peaks, right at the cusp of falling over but still needing one last push. As if on cue his hand flies down against your thigh, hips jerking up violently into his mouth. You cum as the spank sends you tumbling from your high, heat spreading along your skin as every nerve feels like its been zapped by lightning. You gush into his face, screaming out at the pleasure. His tongue messily lapping it up as his face drenches in more juices, chin and nose coated in your essence.

He doesnt stop, doesnt even slow down at you squirt on him. His efforts double, nose pressing into your clit as his tongue fucks into you. You cry out harder, fresh tears spilling from the overstimulation. You try to jerk your hips back to escape but he just shakes his head against you, hands digging hard into your plush thighs until they bruise. His tongue drags out of you, sucking at your clit before spitting on it and sucking again.

“T-toji - fuck- s-stop - ohmygod - gonna cum again” you squeal out, eyes shutting from pleasure as your second orgasm crashes into you like a freight train, limbs locking up and head spinning from the sheer pleasure in your veins. Tears spill harder from your cheeks as he still doesnt let up, hips thrashing against him but he just holds you firmly down against the mattress.

“One more, gimme one more baby” he hums against your pussy, not pulling away for long before his fingers are thrusting into you and his tongue is spelling his name against your clit. Your thighs slam closed around his head, burying him closer to you and he laughs out. His fingers curl inside you, fucking messily into your cunt as loud squelches fill the room.

You felt the familiar sensation deep in your gut, so easily ready to fall over the edge again as he continues his ministrations, his fingers rubbing each time against your sweet spot. You shatter around him again, squirting against his face and hands as you cry out. Your legs squirm around him, hips bucking into his face as you try to shimmy up the mattress and away from him. He lifts his face slowly from between your trembling thighs, his chin and nose drenched in you. His dark greedy eyes rake down from your flushed face to your heaving chest and then back to your quivering cunt. He licks his lips, savouring the taste of you before slapping your clit. Your hips jerk away again and you whimper, a few more tears rolling down your cheeks. His eyes lock on them as he moves up your trembling body, licking them off your skin.

“Look so pretty when you cry like a slut for me” You whine out as his dick pokes at your swollen clit, spreading your slick around. He leans closer to your face, kissing along your jaw to your ear.

“Was gonna make you ride me but my baby looks too tired for that, yeah?” He mocks, biting at your ear before moving down your neck. You nod quickly, hands grabbing at his shoulders as your thighs still twitch around his hips, another small whine leaving you at the ache forming in them.

You look over at the two other cameras in the room, watching them as he kisses down the valley of your breasts. His hand moves up to roughly turn your jaw from looking at the camera to looking at him, his teeth sinking into the skin of your breast. You let out a soft moan, thighs pressing further around his hips. He trails kisses between both your nipples — kissing and sucking and biting at the skin — drinking in the sounds of your whines and moans.

His tongue swirls around one of your nipples, sucking it into your mouth harshly. His hand moves to grope at the other, slapping and squeezing at it. He grins into your skin at the sound of your little gasps and whines, your fingers digging into his hair.

He pulls away and trails kisses back up your neck, biting into the skin and sucking. He points the camera at you, deep marks littered across your flushed skin. Your eyes meet his and you let out a small whine, the camera moving from your neck down your breast and navel and stopping at your pussy. He spreads your legs apart wider, one hand holding the camera as the other runs through your swollen folds, still sensitive from your 3 orgasms.

“Gonna fuck this pretty thing so good” he laughs out, setting the camera back against his chest as he runs his tip through your folds, pushing your legs wider. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby”

You whine out, grinding your hips against him despite how overstimulated you feel. “Please Toji, need you to fuck me”

He grins widely, slamming his hips into yours. You cry out, falling back against the pillows as his hips repeatedly slam into yours, pace already brutal as he fucks you. Your hands reach out, nails dragging down his arms until small droplets of blood form on his skin. He grunts out loudly, grabbing at your thighs to hold them open.

“Fuck you feel so good, such a dirty girl for me” he groans out, his deep voice dripping with pleasure as he plows into you. The camera strapped to his chest picks up everything — your tits bouncing widely with each violent thrust in, the squelching sounds filling the room from your soaked pussy, and the delicious bulge in your lower stomach from how deep he is in you.

He reaches down, pressing his palm into the bump and speeding up slightly, fucking widely into your pussy. You cry out again, whole body moving up the mattress from the force of his thrusts. The headboard repeatedly smacks into the wall, the noise filling the room loudly. Your moans and his grunts add to the noise, conjoint sounds of pleasure that prove how good hes fucking you.

His hand slides down, thumb rubbing into your sensitive clit and you jerk away from him again. His free hand tugs you back in place, thrusting himself so deep inside you feel like youll choke on it.

Drool drips from your chin, mind hazy and empty, only the thought of how good his cock feels remaining. Every harsh thrust in drags against your gummy walls, slamming into your cervix and that sweet spot. You feel so full, already so close to spiralling off the edge as he picks up speed.

“T-toji ‘ts t-too muchhh” you choke out with a whine, trying to sink your nails deeper into his skin.

“Awww is Daddys cock too much for you?” He teases with a choked laugh, giving a particularly harsh thrust that has your eyes squeezing shut.

“N-never said t-that” you moan, hips bucking against his as he pinches your clit, the heat in your gut suddenly snapping.

You let out a choked sob, tumbling over the edge as your orgasm washes over you. It was harsh and sudden, lighting your nerves up like fireworks as your hips buck uncontrollably against his. Your mind swirls, getting dizzy from the pleasure as your eyes roll into the back of your head. When you finally come down his hips are still fucking into you, thick cock dragging against your sensitive walls as he chases his own high.

You cry out his name as tears spill from your eyes again, trying to get away from the relentless thrusting of his hips. He leans forwards on top of you, hand grabbing at your throat and squeezing, a lewd moan escaping you.

“Almost there baby, jus’ be a good girl for Daddy for a bit longer. You can do it” he mumbles against your skin before slotting his lips over yours and kissing. His mouth dominates the kiss, biting at your lips before sliding his tongue against yours. You moan into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as your thighs wrap around his waist more firmly, pulling him closer to you.

The heat in your stomach builds again and you feel like youre going to lose your mind, body ringed out of every last drop of pleasure inside you. His hips lose their rhythm for a moment and he swears into your lips, forehead dropping to rest against your chin as his fingers tighten by a fraction around your neck. Hes fucking into you like an animal, desperate to reach his release after watching you get yours so many times. His fingers continue their work on your clit, not letting up as he gets closer to his peak, needing you there too.

He lets out a sudden broken sound, biting into your skin as he cums inside you. Warmth spreads inside you as you squeeze around him, reaching your peak as he slams into you roughly, releasing thick ropes of white into you. You grab at his shoulders, shaking against his strong chest as you sob out, cumming hard again. His hips rock gently into you, pushing his sticky release further into you before hes crumpling on top of your body.

“N-no more” you beg with a small whine, grabbing at his hair as he slumps further ontop of you, panting out as he tries to catch his breath. Your skin is sticky as you fit together, making him grunt out when he finally peels himself away and rolls over. Toji stays like that for a few moments, hands sliding down his sweaty face as he curses under his breath and lets out a laugh.

“Fuck that was good baby, holy shit” he turns to you with a wide grin, kissing along your shoulder before moving to turn off the cameras positioned around the bed. He uses the one that was on him to film between your legs, capturing how his cum leaks from you and drips down your thighs onto the mattress. He runs his fingers through it a couple of times before you jerk away, grumbling something as you turn away.

“Alright baby we done, dont worry. Did so good for me, you were so pretty” he praises as he kisses your thigh, turning the camera off and tossing it to the side. He reaches down and picks you up in his strong arms, pressing you to his chest as he walks you both to the bathroom. “Lets get you all washed up and then we can cuddle, hows that sound?”

a/n: guys idek if i like ts but oh well