Bratty bimbo!reader hated hakari but one day her opinion changed.
18+ minors dni
You’d been with Kirara for almost a year before Hakari ever showed up, and those first months were pure, filthy heaven.
Kirara had always been your perfect match—tall, pretty, with that sharp jawline softened by long black hair she kept tied back in a loose ponytail, glossed lips, and the kind of body that made your mouth water. She was trans, he-to-she, hormones giving her soft tits and a round ass while keeping that thick, heavy cock you’d fallen in love with the very first time she’d let you ride it. You were her bimbo princess: big tits spilling out of every tight top, wide hips and a fat ass that jiggled when you walked, glossy lips always popped, lashes long enough to cast shadows, and an attitude that screamed “brat.” Kirara loved it. She loved bending you over the kitchen counter after you’d been mouthing off all day, hiking up your mini-skirt and sliding that fat dick into your dripping pussy while you whined and called her “mommy.” She loved making you choke on her while she played with your braids, telling you how good her pretty little slut took it. The sex was constant, nasty, and perfect. You never got tired of her stretching you open, filling you up until cum leaked down your thick thighs.
Then Hakari happened.
He was Kirara’s best friend—loud, cocky, always grinning like the world was his personal casino. One night they got drunk, one thing led to another, and suddenly Kirara was asking if you’d be open to letting him join. You said yes because you loved Kirara and you were greedy, but the second Hakari stepped into your shared apartment with that smug smirk and those sharp eyes raking over your body like he already owned it, you hated him. Hated the way he called you “princess” in that lazy drawl. Hated how he lounged on your couch like he paid rent. Hated how his presence made Kirara’s eyes light up in a way that felt like competition.
The first time they tried to include him in bed, you made it crystal clear where you stood.
Kirara had you on your back, legs spread wide, her cock buried deep while she fucked you slow and sweet, whispering how pretty you looked all stretched around her. Hakari was kneeling beside you, stroking his own massive dick—thick, veiny, easily an inch longer and fatter than Kirara’s, the head already glistening. He reached out to squeeze one of your heavy tits, thumb brushing your nipple.
You slapped his hand away hard. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.”
Kirara paused, blinking. “Baby…”
“I said don’t touch me,” you snapped, glaring up at Hakari even as your pussy clenched greedily around Kirara. “This is for me and her. You can watch if you want, but keep your hands to yourself, gambler boy.”
Hakari’s grin only widened, dangerous. “Feisty. I like that.”
You turned your face away and tugged Kirara down by her hair, kissing her deep while she started thrusting again. Hakari stayed on the sidelines that night, stroking himself while you came twice on Kirara’s dick. He came on your tits only because Kirara asked you to let him, and you rolled your eyes the whole time, wiping it off like it was nothing.
It became a pattern. Every time the three of you ended up in bed, you were a fucking menace. You’d sit on Kirara’s face, grinding your wet pussy on her tongue while Hakari tried to slide his cock between your lips. You’d turn your head. You’d crawl onto Kirara’s lap and ride her reverse cowgirl so your ass bounced right in front of him but never close enough for him to touch. You’d moan extra loud for Kirara, calling her “mommy” and “my good girl” just to twist the knife. Hakari would laugh, low and dark, telling you he’d have you begging one day. You’d flip him off and cum on Kirara’s dick instead.
You never sat next to him on the couch. You’d squeeze between him and Kirara if you had to, but you always pressed your thick thigh against Kirara’s, never his. When they kissed, you’d kiss Kirara harder, like you were marking territory. You were the biggest brat in the world, and you wore it like a crown.
Until the day Kirara left you alone with him.
It was a Saturday afternoon. Kirara had a quick errand—something about picking up a new wig and some lingerie she wanted to surprise you with. She kissed you deep at the door, hand squeezing your ass under your tiny silk robe.
“Be good while I’m gone, baby,” she murmured against your glossy lips. “Hakari’s just gonna chill on the couch. Don’t kill him.”
You smirked, popping your gum. “No promises.”
The door clicked shut.
Hakari was already sprawled on the couch in gray sweats and a black tank, scrolling on his phone, legs spread wide like he owned the place. You ignored him completely, strutting into the kitchen in your tiny robe that barely covered your fat ass, heels clicking. You bent over to grab a soda from the fridge, knowing the robe rode up and showed the lacy black thong underneath, but you didn’t care—he could look all he wanted. He wasn’t getting shit.
You felt his eyes on you the whole time.
When you straightened up and turned around, he was staring, phone forgotten. That cocky smirk was gone, replaced by something darker, hungrier.
“You done playing games, princess?” he asked, voice low.
You popped your gum louder. “I don’t play with you at all, Hakari. Stay on your side of the couch.”
He stood up slowly. God, he was tall—broad shoulders, tattoos peeking from under the tank, that dangerous grin creeping back. “Kirara’s been gone ten minutes and you’re already testing me. You’ve been testing me for months.”
You rolled your eyes and tried to walk past him toward the living room. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your thick waist, yanking you back against his chest. Your soda clattered to the floor.
“Get the fuck off me—”
“Shut up,” he growled, mouth right against your ear. His other hand slid down, palming your ass hard, squeezing the soft flesh until you gasped. “I’ve watched you bounce on her dick for months. Watched you cream all over her while you glare at me like I’m nothing. I’m done being patient.”
You tried to shove him, but he was solid muscle. He spun you around and backed you up until your thighs hit the arm of the couch. Your robe fell open, heavy tits spilling out, dark nipples already hard from the cool air and—fuck—his voice.
“You hate me so much?” he taunted, pushing you down so you sat on the wide armrest, legs forced apart. He stepped between them, grinding the massive bulge in his sweats right against your thong-covered pussy. “Then why are you already wet, huh?”
“I’m not—” you started, but he yanked the thong to the side and dragged two thick fingers through your folds. You were soaked. Embarrassingly, shamefully soaked.
Hakari laughed, low and mean. “Liar.”
He shoved his sweats down in one motion. His cock sprang out—fuck, it was huge. Thick as your wrist, long, heavy, the head flushed dark and already leaking. Veins ran up the shaft, pulsing. It was bigger than Kirara’s by a noticeable amount, and the sight made your bratty mouth go dry even as your pussy clenched hard.
“Bet you thought you could keep ignoring this,” he said, stroking himself once, twice, smearing precum over the fat head. “Bet you thought you’d never have to take it.”
You opened your mouth to snap something back—something nasty, something bratty—but he grabbed your braids in one fist, yanked your head back, and shoved the head of his cock past your glossy lips in one smooth thrust.
Your eyes watered instantly. He was so thick your jaw ached, stretching your pretty mouth wide. He didn’t give you time to adjust—just started fucking your throat in shallow, filthy thrusts, groaning at how hot and wet your mouth was.
“Fuck, that’s it. Choke on it, brat. All that attitude and you still suck cock like a pro.”
Tears smeared your mascara, but you couldn’t stop your tongue from swirling around him, sucking harder. He tasted salty and masculine and wrong in the best way. You hated how much you loved it.
He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock. You gasped for air, glaring up at him even as your thighs rubbed together.
“On the couch,” he ordered. “Ass up.”
You didn’t move fast enough. He flipped you over the armrest like you weighed nothing, your chubby body draped over the back of the couch, fat ass high in the air, tits squished against the cushions. He ripped your robe the rest of the way off and yanked your thong down your thick thighs.
“Look at this pretty black pussy,” he muttered, spreading your ass cheeks wide with both hands. “All puffy and dripping for me. Kirara’s been spoiling you, huh?”
He slapped your ass hard—once, twice, watching the jiggle—then lined up and pushed in.
You screamed.
It burned in the best way. He was so much thicker, stretching you open wider than you’d ever been. Inch after inch sank into your tight, wet heat until his hips were flush against your ass and his heavy balls rested against your clit. You were stuffed full, pussy fluttering wildly around the invasion.
“F-fuck—too big—” you whimpered, bratty tone cracking.
Hakari laughed darkly and pulled back only to slam in again, harder. “You can take it. You’re gonna take every fucking inch until you forget how to talk shit.”
He set a brutal pace, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the apartment. Your ass rippled with every thrust, tits bouncing against the couch. You tried to stay quiet, tried to keep some dignity, but he was hitting spots Kirara never could, grinding against your g-spot on every stroke.
“Say it,” he growled, reaching around to rub your swollen clit. “Say my dick’s better.”
“N-no—”
He pinched your clit and slammed in deep, holding himself there, grinding. You came instantly, pussy gushing around him, a broken sob tearing from your throat.
“Say it,” he repeated, still buried to the hilt.
Your voice was wrecked. “Y-your dick… fuck… it’s so much bigger… feels so good—”
He rewarded you by fucking you even harder, pounding you into the couch until your legs shook. You came again, squirting messily down your thighs, mascara running, lip gloss smeared, braids a mess in his fist.
“Gonna fill this bratty pussy up,” he snarled. “Gonna pump you so full Kirara’s gonna see my cum leaking out the second she walks in.”
You moaned like a whore, pushing back on him now, all pretense gone. He fucked you through another orgasm, then buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy, so much it immediately started leaking out around his cock, dripping down your thighs in creamy white streaks.
He stayed inside you for a long minute, catching his breath, then finally pulled out with a wet pop. You collapsed fully onto the couch, ass still up, face buried in the cushions, completely fucked out. Cum poured from your stretched hole in slow, obscene globs.
Hakari sat back down on the couch like nothing happened, legs spread, cock still half-hard and shiny with your juices. He smirked, satisfied, and picked up his phone again.
The front door opened ten minutes later.
Kirara stepped in, shopping bags in hand, and froze.
There you were—her pretty Black bimbo, face down on the couch, thick ass up in the air, legs trembling, pussy gaping and leaking Hakari’s cum in a steady stream onto the cushions. Your makeup was ruined, body covered in handprints and bite marks.
Hakari looked up from his phone, that same cocky grin on his face.
“Hey, babe,” he said casually. “Told you I’d get her eventually.”
Kirara’s eyes flicked from you to him, then back to the way your pussy still fluttered, pushing out another thick glob of his cum. A slow, dangerous smile spread across her glossed lips.
“Well… looks like my princess finally learned how to share.”
You didn’t even stir. You were already fast asleep, ass still presented, cum dripping, completely wrecked—and for the first time, you didn’t have a single bratty thing to say about it.
Just making this before I post another part for blind date series
Lmk if I made any mistakes I’m lowkey tired and half asleep
❤︎ 1,824 Words, Smut/Explicit Sexual Content(18+), Spanking, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Pet Names/Name-Calling(e.g., Baby, Little Pervert, Good Girl, and Sweetheart), etc❤︎
☆18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ☆
The living room was bathed in the flickering blue light of the television, the sounds of classic rock and gruff shouting filling the air. You were sprawled out on your stomach along the length of the couch, a comfortable mess of blankets and pillows. A half-eaten bowl of wafers and ice cream sat perilously close to the edge of the coffee table, and a nearly empty plate of chocolate chip cookies was tucked under your arm like a teddy bear.
On screen, Sam and Dean were arguing beside the Impala for the hundredth time. You shoveled another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, eyes glued to the action.
The heavy tread of footsteps announced him before he even rounded the corner. He stopped in the archway, taking in the scene—the dim lighting, the loud TV, and you, surrounded by enough sugar to take down a small horse.
He let out a signature sigh, thick with feigned exasperation. "God, I’m surprised you haven’t given yourself diabetes yet with that much sugar."
You didn’t look away from the screen, licking the spoon clean with a slow swipe of your tongue. "You'll get it before I do," you retorted breezily, finally glancing over your shoulder with a sugary grin. "Old man."
He rolled his eyes so hard you could practically hear it, a scoff rumbling in his chest. "I’m four years older than you. Keep talking shit and see what happens."
Despite the grumbling, he walked over to his leather recliner—his throne—and sank into it with a groan of content, immediately angling it so he could see the TV. He settled in, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching the Winchesters track a wraith.
For a while, it was comfortable quiet, save for the TV and the occasional scrape of your spoon against the bowl. He watched the show, but his gaze kept drifting.
"Beat his ass, Dean!" you suddenly yelled around a mouthful of cookie crumbs, kicking your feet against the couch cushions in excitement.
He huffed a laugh, shaking his head.
A few minutes later, a blonde demon appeared on screen. You instantly bristled. "Ugh. Meg is about to piss me off. Someone stab her already."
He smirked, glancing sideways at you. You were wearing one of his old black t-shirts; it was massive on you, swallowing your frame and ending just past your hips. Below it, you wore those thin, dangerously short sleep shorts that he secretly loved.
Then Sam started talking about his demon blood problem on screen.
"Look at him," you muttered, shaking your spoon at the TV accusingly. "Demon, whore, junkie. Get it together, Sam."
You shifted then, needing to put the empty ice cream bowl on the table. As you scooted to the edge of the couch, rising slightly onto your knees to reach the table, the movement made your ass jiggle underneath the thin fabric of his shirt and your shorts.
His eyes dropped instantly, hooded and dark. He watched the way the soft flesh moved, mesmerized by the unconscious provocation. When you settled back down onto your stomach, he tracked the way your thick thighs flattened against the couch cushion, the skin looking impossibly soft against the fabric.
A familiar, heavy heat began to pool low in his gut. The show was suddenly far less interesting. He shifted in his chair, the cotton of his sweats suddenly feeling too tight across his lap.
He watched you for another minute, letting the arousal build, enjoying the view of your oblivious comfort. You were kicking your feet absently again, humming along to the show's soundtrack.
"Baby," his voice was low, cutting through the noise of the TV like gravel. "Come here."
You paused, cookie halfway to your mouth, and looked over at him. Seeing the dark look in his eyes—half-lidded, intense, and entirely focused on you—you smirked. You swallowed the bite of cookie, taking your sweet time brushing the crumbs from your hands before crawling off the couch.
You sauntered over to his chair, standing between his spread knees. You turned your back to him, dropping down to sit in his lap, your back resting against his chest.
"Can't get enough of me, huh?" you teased, tilting your head back to grin up at him upside down.
He just hummed, a vibration you felt against your spine more than you heard. His big hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip before he gave you a firm, gentle push.
"Lay over."
Your breath hitched. The playful smirk vanished, replaced by a sudden surge of heat. You didn’t argue. You shifted, sliding off his lap and draping yourself over his cotton-clad thighs, your belly resting on his knees. Your ass was presented perfectly to him, higher than your head, the hem of his oversized t-shirt riding up to expose the thin material of your sleep shorts.
For a moment, he just rested his large, warm hand on the curve of your ass. He didn’t move, just let the weight and heat sink in. You squirmed a little, impatient and already aroused by the position.
He began to rub back and forth, his palm wide and rough against the silk-thin fabric. It was soothing at first, almost affectionate, but then his fingers dipped, sliding just under the hem of your shorts where they met your thigh. You shivered.
Smack.
The first spank was experimental, not too hard, just enough to sting through the thin fabric.
You let out a surprised little squeak, your hips jerking forward.
"Relax," he murmured, his voice thick.
Smack. Smack.
Two more, faster this time, landing square on the fullest part of your cheeks. A whine escaped you, and you buried your face in the armrest of his recliner. The sting was sharp, surprising against the cozy backdrop of the evening, but it sent a jolt of pure electricity straight between your legs.
He fell into a rhythm. It wasn’t angry, but it was firm. Intentional. Smack. Smack. Smack. He warmed your rear, the sound echoing slightly over the noise of the TV show you were both ignoring now.
"Mghnm—wait—" you gasped as a particularly sharp stinging blow landed high on your thigh.
He stopped, his hand resting heavy and hot on your heated skin. "Look at me."
You turned your head, resting your cheek on his knee. Your eyes were already hazy, pupils blown wide, breath coming in short pants. You looked dazed, a little messy, and completely pliant.
He stared down at you, his expression intense, possessing. He didn’t smile. He just took in the sight of you docile and whimpering over his lap, owning the reaction he was pulling from you.
"Turn back around," he ordered softly.
As soon as you buried your face again, he brought his hand down hard.
SMACK.
You yelped, your legs kicking out involuntarily. He didn't let up. He delivered a dozen hard, stinging swats that lit your ass on fire with a feverish sting. You were whining openly now, squirming against his hold, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady rush.
He stopped again, breathing a little heavier himself. His hand slid down between your legs, pressing against the gusset of your shorts. The fabric was soaked.
He let out a low, dark laugh that vibrated against your stomach. "You're so easy, sweetheart." he murmured, the words filthy and affectionate all at once. "A few spanks and you’re dripping for me. Little pervert."
You whimpered at the degradation, hips bucking instinctively against his hand.
With no warning, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and dragged them down to your knees in one smooth motion, leaving your ass completely bare to the cool air of the living room—and his heated gaze.
"So pretty," he rasped, admiring your lower half before his calloused fingers slid into your soaking wet heat.
You gasped, loud and sharp, as he pushed two fingers deep inside you in one thrust. You were so wet there was no resistance, just slick, welcoming heat.
He started slow, curling his fingers inside you, hitting that ridge of nerve endings that made your toes curl against the carpet. He watched your ass move with every thrust, mesmerizing himself with the sight.
"Ahn, nhmn—baby..." you moaned into the leather chair, rocking back to meet his hand.
He sped up, his wrist snapping, fucking you roughly with his fingers. The sound was lewd—the wet shluck-shluck of his fingers pumping into you filling the quiet moments between TV dialogue. Your moans got louder, breathy and desperate.
"Shh," he hissed suddenly, leaning down so his mouth was right at your ear. "Quiet down. I’m trying to watch the show."
The command was so arrogant, so perfectly dominant, that it nearly sent you over the edge right then. You bit your lip hard, trying to stifle the noises bubbling up in your throat, forcing them down into choked whimpers.
It only made the sensations more intense. Denying the sound made the pleasure feel thicker, heavier in your belly.
He knew it, too. He watched the way your muscles tensed as you tried to obey him, his smirk growing wider. He drove his fingers in harder, faster, mercilessly hitting your sweet spot over and over while you trembled, trying to stay quiet for him.
"That's it," he murmured, his eyes glued to the way your ass shook with the force of his thrusts. "Take it like a good girl. Nice and quiet."
The pressure built unbearably fast. His thumb found your clit, circling it with maddening speed while his fingers kept up their punishing rhythm inside.
Your breath hitched, holding in a scream. Your whole body went rigid, thighs quivering violently against his legs.
"Go on," he grunted, feeling your walls clamping down hard around his fingers. "Cum for me."
You shattered. A strangled, high-pitched cry escaped your bitten lip before you buried your face completely in the chair, sobbing silently as the orgasm ripped through you. You clenched around his hand, pulsing wildly, soaking his fingers in your release.
He didn't stop. He kept working you through the tremors, milking every last drop of pleasure from you while he watched, his eyes dark with satisfaction at the sight of your bare ass shaking as you came apart on his lap.
Only when you finally went limp, gasping for air, did he slow down, gently withdrawing his slick fingers.
He leaned back in the recliner, breathing hard, wiping his hand on the thigh of his slacks. He reached down, landing one last, stinging slap on your ass, making you jump.
"Good girl," he mumbled, his voice rough with unspent need, turning his eyes back to the television as if nothing had happened. "Now let me finish the show."
"Please me~ baby, Turn around and just tease me~ baby, You got what I want and what I need, baby."
pairings: Joshua Martín x blackfem!reader
wc: 4.6k
warnings: (18+), Smut, use of condoms, dirty talk, brief self- pleasure(m!), oral (f!receiving), fingering, spanking, blowjob, spitting, light manhandling, pet names( good girl, baby, etc), You're horny but he's hornier, Freak matched.
Note: Fun fact, I made the gif from a screenrecording
"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to the airport?" Joshua asked, standing by the door with his arms crossed. Annoyed.
He found her pulling out her suitcase After he had gotten off from work. At first, he was Confused, did Lindsey find out that you knew about her and Simon? Or that he was helping you mess with them? Perhaps she learned, somehow, that you and Joshua were going to have dinner together.
But by some luck, Lindsey didn't know about you and him nor what he was about to do while she's gone. Joshua thought that they'd have a night of peace, sadly for him, he was wrong. Their usual screaming match made its way at home the last night. Of course, The stability that he craved was nonexistent in his household.
His body still tense with irritation pulsing in him. Lindsey sat stiffly on floor, packing as she continued to ignore him completely. Lindsey always did this, punish him for being suspicious. Rolling eyes, he released an exasperated sigh. "Are you seriously going to pretend I'm not here?"
No response.
This was ridiculous. She's really giving him the silence treatment, like a child. Annoyed, he left the room, The energy of their fight still lingering in the walls that once brought him joy. She calls him dramatic for being upset, but he had every right to be. Lindsey was leaving to go visit her parents for a week and choose to tell him about it yesterday, After already buying the ticket.
And then told him that he was over-reacting, The nerve of her. As he upset as he was about it, he couldn't to feel glad. Finally, he can have days of peace without her desperate need to control everything and him, he could actually enjoy his time with you. Alone.. in his house. Just The thought of which, had him adjusting himself in the another room. the bedroom door opens with almost violent yank.
Lindsey walks past him, wheeling her suitcase behind her. He watches her quietly. His gaze boring into her as she moved around. She stops, not turning around. "You're still mad?" She sighed, shaking her in disappointment. "Of course you are."
Joshua laughed lowly, frustration flashing across his face. Was she seriously asking him that? Knowing the answer. "Oh? Well, excuse me for being upset about this, I just assumed that you'd ask your husband to go with you. You know, so I can comfort you."
"I shouldn't have to explain why I'm visiting my family, Josh." Lindsey turns to him, scowling. "An emergency isn't planned."
"I know that, Lindsey. But you choose to tell me two days afterward, it's a little odd, don't you think?. It makes it difficult for me to trust you—"
"Difficult to trust? How dare you." She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. Her ears burning with anger. "My husband should trust me, not looking for a reason to attack me when I'm in a family emergency!" She snaps, shoving a book in her carry-on. She's already had two different fights with him, Why couldn't he just leave her alone. "I want a husband that doesn't chaste me for doing things in the moment."
As just They began argue, again, a sleek black car pulls into the driveway. Her phone chimes, checking it, she looks at Joshua once more. "I'm done fighting with you. I'll call when I land." She kisses his cheek and walked away. Joshua tilts his head, watching her take her suitcase and roll it with her.
She looks back at him, taking a deep breath before leaving. "I'll see you in a few days, goodbye."
After Lindsey Closed the door behind her. He went towards the window. Lindsey sild her suitcase beside a different one in the trunk before getting in the sedan. Leaving him alone in the house. The sudden weight was lifted off his shoulders, exhaling, he silently got his keys and went to his car. Starting it, A small smile grew on his lips as he thought about the upcoming dinner. Driving to the store.
Meanwhile, in your home. You stood at the end of your bed, freshly showered and well moisturized. Anxiously, Your Eyes swept across the various pieces of your clothing you had laid out in a colorful sheet.
Up until this moment, it had been hours since Simon left for his 'Business' trip. And You assumed that you'd have an outfit ready but With having so many options, you were still at a lost.
"That's too bright... this is too gray... Damnit!" Slumping your shoulders. Finally saying screw it, you pulled your phone and called the one person who could help you in this moment. Sylvia. After two rings, she answers.
"Hello?"
"Girl. I don't know what to wear." you sigh, rubbing your face in frustration. This wasn't often, you're quite fashionable with your outfits but this was different. For the first time in years, you were nervous about your clothing. Walking back inside the closet, you started looking through your clothes again.
"Just put something nice on. from what you told me, he'd like you in anything. Hell, he'll probably rip your clothes off as soon as you enter, so why does it matter?"
"Sylvia." You say, holding your phone between your shoulder and head, eyeing a pair of flats before taking them out. "It matters to me because it's been years since I've gone on a date, I want to get this right, we're having dinner at his place and we agreed on a casual setting."
"Oh? Then, Wear something comfy... like a t-shirt and some panties on. Oh! You could wear your good bra."
"Sylvia.." you warned, staring at the wall. You're having a mini crisis and she tells to show up in your underwear. Of course, she would tell you that. Hesitantly, You took out the bra and panty set, AKA, the good bra Sylvia spoke of.
"Nah, But for real. change things up, wear something different. What would you feel comfortable in? "
"Hmm.." You furrow your eyebrows, heavy in thought about for a minute before answering. "I bought a cardigan a few weeks ago. It's dark green with flowers on its sleeves, I really like it... and it's comfortable too."
"Well.. then wear it, enjoy being comfortable."
"Yeah?" You nod, putting your shoes down. She was right, you like being comfortable, and you should be comfortable. "You're absolutely right, thank you."
"No problem, I wish you luck. Hope you get put through the mattress!"
Sylvia hung up before you could respond. Now in the quietness of your room, Your shoulders shook with laughter as you dropped your head. of course, she'd say that.
As much as you want pretend that she's wrong, you were hoping she's right. You took out the cardigan and went back to the bathroom. Now, calmer than before.
'Alright, I just need ring the doorbell...'
You stood on his doorstep, holding your purse in your hands. You're doing it, you're about have a date for first in years. You subconsciously move shift your weight from foot to the other, unable to stand still.
You couldn't help it, you've been prepared for this moment since the morning. Perhaps, a bit too prepared. You stuck your hand in your bag, it brushes across the box of condoms before grasping the lip gloss. While applying it, you began to wonder if you should feel remorse for thinking of being in bed with him, With his strong arms, you believed that you were moving things too fast.
Luckily for you, the remorse had left and in its place, pure unadulterated need. You were unbelievably enthusiastic about the thought of tonight and he was too. While in your thoughts, an abrupt and jarring one came to mind.
'I hope his dick is big, It felt like it in the car—Whoa, relax!'
You blink, deeply confuse before rubbing your lips together. Where did that come from? Were you finally becoming feral due to your sexual frustration because Why would you think that? Letting out a sigh, You put your lip gloss back in your purse and fixed your bra, unknowingly showing a little more skin before pulling your shoulders back, You gently rang the doorbell.
While cooking in the kitchen, Joshua peaked up at the sound of the doorbell. He sets the spoon down and left the room, heading towards the door. He opens it to you, standing there in a simple black shirt tucked in your skirt and dark green cardigan, with pink embroidered flowers on the sleeves. "It's good to see you. How was the drive over?" He asks.
"Fine. A little confusing, Got lost twice but doable." You smile, shrugging. God(s), you looked so damn pretty it hurts. His chest felt warm, like when he went on his first date. Well, technically. This was his first date in years, and with you.
Josh lent forward and gave you a kiss, It's was soft and brief, before moving aside to let you in. He wanted to kiss you more, but he's still cooking and needs to not burn the food. Walking in, you pressed your lips in a fine line. the living room was decorated with gold and velvet with a green floral couch against the wall.
It looked haphazardly put together, like someone got annoyed in the middle of picking out the items. It was... a lot on the eyes, but you kept your shut and followed josh to the kitchen.
Josh pulled out your chair, Gesturing to it. You smile and sat down, moving closer to the table. Not bad, he's doing pretty good. "So, What have you made?" You ask, watching him go back to the stove, turning it off. Opening the cabinet, Josh took two plates, sat them on the counter, and started adding food onto it.
Coming back over, Joshua held both plates im his hands. "I'm going to be completely honest, I did not know what you liked so I kept it simple," He sets the dish down in front of you, the smell of grilled meat and the sight of white pasta made your mouth water a little. "I hope you like steak and pasta Alfredo."
"You know I will." Chuckling, You cut a piece of your steak and popped it in your mouth. It's juicy with a nice smokey flavor, Damn... if he's as good in bed as he is in the kitchen, you might just marry him tonight. Nodding, you grin at him. "This is so good, you did a great job." Joshua exhaled, releasing a breathe he didn't know he was holding. As silly as it was, Pride bloomed in his chest at your praise.
He could feel his skin flush at it, Joshua smiles, opening the wine bottle. "Thank you." after he poured some in your glasses, you held yours up "A toast to new beginnings." You said, looking at him fondly.He nodded, holding up his.
"To new beginnings."
"Cheers." You two toast, the soft clink Of glass echoing in air as you both began a new chapter in of your lives.-
After dinner, the night continued to be filled with talks, laughter, and stories from the past. Joshua watched you While cleaning the dishes, he shook his head in disbelief. "No way." He says, glancing at you.
You nod, smirking. "Yes, way.. After five years of ignoring our old neighbor, who kept messing with us. On that day, my mom lost her shit, until that morning I never knew she could get that loud. She told her that if she kept bothering us, she'll bust her upside the head and ride in the ambulance with after beating her ass."
"And what did your dad say?"
"He said, 'She'll do, and I'll bail her out. I have the money!' That bitch RAN back in her house and never came out for rest of the day!" You cackled, leaning against the wall. As you did, Joshua couldn't help but to admire the joy on your face.
Your smile, that adorable, alluring smile was infectious. Joshua hasn't had a talk like this in years, the most he thought about it, the more he quietly cursed who or whatever was in charge for not letting him meet you first. you are his.. exact kind of woman. Taking a deep breathe, you turned back to Josh, now much calmer. "See why it's my favorite story."
"Yeah, That was a funny one." He says. Putting the last plate on the rack. Drying his hands, Josh looking at you. Your pulse quickened under your skin at his heavy gaze. You cross your arms, looking right back. "What, you want another kiss from me or something?" You jokingly asked.
Joshua turns around and tilts his head, pressing his back against the sink. "You know what I want... come here." Intrigued, You strolled towards him, eyeing him. Now in arms reach, His hands took their place on your hips as pulled you against his body, the light pain of his belt pressing on your side was noticeable but not as distracting as he was in this moment.
You were burning from his touch. You closed the distance with a kiss, passionately cupping his cheek, you lick his upper lip. Oh, you were needy. You couldn't believe how badly you needed him.
Joshua moans in kiss, sending a jolt of arousal to his dick. He was quickly drowning in ecstasy, growing hungrier for you. Sliding his tongue inside. Josh's hands move to your lower back, grabbing your backside as he explored your mouth.
It wasn't long until the sweet kiss became more desperate, walking you up to the wall. Joshua Kept his lips pressed firmly against yours, feverish touching you all around, making your skin prickle under his hands. As you suckle on his tongue, your thoughts started to cloud your judgment. Suddenly, you pulled back. Joshua furrowed his brows, still holding you. "What's wrong, do you want to stop?"
"No, no. Um, I kinda jumped you in a way.. As silly as this sounds, Are you comfortable with this? Even though it's too late for me to ask this quest—" Joshua cuts you off by taking your hand and pulling it to his pants, he carefully made your hand him through his jeans, eyes widening, Your lower stomach flutters at his actions. "Oh shit, Josh."
Groaning, Joshua rolls his hips forward, grinding against your palm, seeking more delicious friction. He leans closer to your ear. whispering. "I'm glad you care about me, but I'm not uncomfortable and I really need you, now." He says, licking his lips. "I'm so hard that it hurts."
"Joshua–"
"Do you feel what you've done to me?" The shame in you vanished rapidly. nodding. You undid his belt, staring into his soul.
"I want to be your bed."
He takes your hand and pulled you with him down the hall, the heat between your legs growing stronger slick, When you both enter his dimmed bedroom, Joshua closes the door after you sat on the bed. He comes back to you He was Ready to get to his knees when you stopped him. "Take off your clothes and sit at the edge of the bed, please."
Without another word, Joshua unzips his pants, pulling them off, he kicked them away before pulling his shirt over his head. Now in his underwear, he glances at you, and you nod, silently telling him to do it. With your consent, he pulls them down. Sliding them past his thighs, His length hits his stomach, eager, hard, and leaking with precum. The air hits him, making him twitch.
Your eyebrows rose to your hairline, 'oh... that's not fair, he's pretty.. everywhere.' You clear your throat as Josh sat next to you, touching himself. You gently cupped his face, His eyes flutter shut as soon as your palm touches his face. "Do you think of me when you pleasure yourself?" You ask, kissing his neck. "Imagine me, putting my hand down your pants and stroking you slowly.."
"Yes. Fuck, i can't help it.. you're still stuck in my head—Can't sleep without thinking about you–"
"So why don't I help you?"
"Please, Wait–" His eyes flew open, He watched in complete awe when you slowly spit onto the head of his cock, His body felt fuzzy, like static had shot over him. your saliva ran down the side of his shaft and pooled at the base. Shimmering in his faint, short pubic hair. Joshua shakily rubs his hand up, lubricating it with your saliva. "Oh, F-fuck..." he whines, thickly swallowing his saliva.
"What, you like this?" He nodded frantically, turning to look at you, You gently held his jaw and kissed him, moaning quietly, You slipped your tongue in his mouth while your other hand slid down his stomach to his shaft, it easily replaces his in a matter of seconds. He pulls away, gazing down to your hand with heavy-lids. Tightening your grip for a moment.
Joshua was drunk, happy, and everything in-between. You moved from the bed to the floor, sitting between his thighs As his clear precum slicked your hand, You lean forward and gave him a lick from base to tip, gently kissing the head of his Dick. Savoring the faint saltiness of his precum.
You kept eye contact as you slapped it against your tongue a couple times. Joshua lets out a low pleased hum, watching how your lips parted around his length, engulfing him in wet heat.
Slowly, you began bobbing your head and stroking him, making sure to gently twist him in your grasp. He slowly pushed himself farther in your lips, running his hand over your hair, Joshua's thighs tense up under your palms as you sucked him off. He dropped his head back, pointing his chin toward the ceiling.
"More..." He groans quietly, tightening his grip around your hair. "Please, baby. I need mo–O-oh–"
Hollowing your cheeks, the slurping noises intensifies as the pace picks up. Your push more and more of him in until you nose rubbed across the pubic stubble. Joshua whimpers, carefully thrusting up into your mouth. "Oh. Ohh shit.." The suction was perfect, you were perfect. Goddamn, If Simon believed you were lacking in the bedroom, then he was a lost cause.
Pulling back, You stared in his eyes and your swirled tongue on the head of his dick before dipping it into the slit. Joshua could feel that familiar curl in stomach. Panicked, He quickly pulls you off of him, Huffing quietly. A string of spit mixed with cum falling from your swollen lips. Confused, You asked what was wrong and if he wanted to stop.
"Nothing, and please don't." Joshua blinks, trying to steady his breathing. His eyes dazed, heart pounding in his chest as he spoke. "You're good at this, too good this, Nearly ruined the night."
You giggle, licking a stripe on the underside of his cock. He throws his head, Trying to not come instantly. You smirk. "You want me to keep going? Baby." You ask teasingly.
He stops, looking down at you. "No," He leans in close to your ear. "I want you to lie on the bed and open your legs so I can fuck you right.." Joshua rasp, gently nipping your lobe. Fuck this, he needed you now.
'Ooh shit..'
You froze and stared at the wall behind the bed, still on your knees, when Josh sat back, your heart rate spiked as you looked right at him, His brown eyes were half-lidded and almost black with lust, his hands clench as you two kept staring at one other.
'Oh.. oh.. ohhh, It's done.. you're not walking in morning'
."Okay—Oh!"
Suddenly, the world spun as Josh grabbed you by the hips and flopped you onto the bed. He tried, he really did try to keep his cool but his patience was gone. Joshua need you now. He hiked your skirt up, showing the garters on your plush thighs.
Fuck, you were gorgeous. the sight of your light blue panties, now wet with your slick was almost too much in his lust hazed mind. pulling your legs apart, he slowly peels them off, leaving you bare. His mouth watered at the sight.
Your were folds puff and wet, glistening in the low lighting. Unable to resist, Joshua shakily reached forward to collect some. Sighing quietly. "You're fucking soaked.." he sucks your essence off his fingers before kneeling in front you. "Josh, please." You mewled, dropping your head back. "I know, I know. You don't have to beg, I'm going to take care of you." His thumb brushes across your clit, causing it to jump under it. You bit down on your lip, breathless, you gasp when he slowly pushed two fingers in, bucking your hips up to meet then.
Joshua placed his clean hand on your stomach, holding you still. "Do you hear her? She's been wantin' this... listen."
Clenching around the digits, The room was filled with the sound of your breathy and the slickness of your arousal coating as he worked them in and out, your dipping core sent a thrill through Josh as he watched. Licking his lips, Joshua gave your pussy a kiss before latching onto your clit.
A loud, high-pitched whimper escaped your soft lips, your hands immediately going to his hair, pulling it. Joshua rutted against the mattress, Hungrily losing himself in your slit, as he rotates between sucking and lapping at your delicate folds, slurping noisily. You were smooth, like honey on his tongue. So sweet, and so his. You were his, and He couldn't get enough, you were getting to him, and he wanted more.
He pulls off with a faint 'pop!' Keeping the same, Languidly pace of his fingers. He gazes at you, his once brown eyes were now dark, like a shark who's caught the scent of blood. "Look at you, a married woman letting me play with her pretty pussy.." He grins, putting a wet kiss on your inner thigh. "You like it, don't you? my fingers deep in you."
"Hm–mm.. They're so–aha~"
He angles his wrist and curls his fingers upward, rubbing over that deep inside. Tears lined your lashes, whining, you looked at him and Squeezed around his fingers, Your nub jumps under the pad of his thumb as he rubbed circles on it.
"Do you hear how wet you are? how needy she is?" He teases, keeping his pace. "You wanna cum, right? Want her to feel good?" You nodded dumbly, incapable of trusting your voice. It Usually takes a lot for you to silenced, but to be reduced to moans and soft gasps is a whole other concept, you were melting into a puddle of heat and euphoria from his hand. "I want an answer, baby."
"Yes! Yes, please!"
"Then do it, cum on my fingers. Do it." He commanded, pumping His fingers faster, the squelching grew more as he Rubbed faster circles, with a shudder, you finally reached your peek. "Josh!" You cried out, Arching your back. heat rolls over your body in delicious, satisfying waves, as You lock your tights around his head.
A few moments pass before you freed him, Joshua sits back, his mouth wet as he smiles with pride. Getting off the floor, He crawled onto the bed Looking equally as disheveled. You immediately hooked your finger under his shark necklace and pulled him down into a kiss, you sigh softly, tasting yourself on his lips. Joshua blindly grabs a condom from your bag and opens it, you watch him rolled it over his dick before hovering over you again.
Joshua looks at you with hesitation, his mind was dizzy and his body sweaty. "Are you ready?" You nod, spreading a little wider. he slowly entered you, inch by inch until he's completely in. Gripping his biceps, he stops. Allowing you to adjust to his size. Joshua squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers dug into your flesh almost painfully your walls tighten around him in response.
'Don't cum, not before her... oh, please don't cum." He thought, Yeah.. he's a goner.
Deeply intoxicated, Your hips buck, causing him to murmur your name softly. He felt so heavy and so deep inside, but it wasn't enough, you need more of him, and you need him now. "You can move, Josh. Please move, be rough." His eyes widens, looking much more focused than before. You weren't going lie, it did kinda throw you off.
"You like it rough, huh?" Josh hooked your legs on his arm, leaning forward. "Don't worry.. I'm gonna ruin you." He says through gritted teeth, slamming in, your mouth shaped itself into a quiet 'oh' as He sild his hands between the bed and your ass, pulling your hips upwards to meet his Merciless rhythm.
your eyes gloss over as you wails bounced off the walls. Oh, He was getting desperate, you could feel him rubbing your G-spot with the tip. In a poor attempt to stay grounded, you turned your attention to his shark necklace, it swings back and forth. Hypnotizing you.
"Hey, Hey." Josh stalls, his eyebrows furrowing as he gently took your jaw in his grasp, making you look at him. "Look at me, Don't look away. Be a good girl and Look at the man who taking you so fuckin' well." Nodding wordlessly, Drool rolls from the corner of your mouth, down the side of your cheek. He chuckles and licks clean.
You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, A familiar fiery coil tightens in your gut. Sweat rolling down your chest. "I'm so close, Josh–ah" Your voice cracks as you dug your fingers into his skin.
He nods and quickly pushes your legs to your chest, folding you in half as he drove into you at a brutal pace. "I can feel it, Come on, do it... squeeze around me... cu—Oh, f-fuuck~!"
Trembling, As You dissolved in pleasure, You gasped. Letting your vision go black. A ring of white cream forms at the base of his his as you came, making Joshua shudder, groaning your name in a guttural tone. Your walls spasm and contract around his length, causing him to reach his peek.
Joshua threw his head back, pounding into you, one two, three times before Thick white ropes spurts out of him, filling the condom. Minutes pass, The two of you pant in silence, finally coming down from the high.
Joshua wraps his arms around you, lying on top of you while you combed your fingers through his graying-curls. The contrast between the desperation of before to calm, stillness of now was like night and day, You giggled tiredly, finding it amusing.
Turning his head, Joshua kisses your lips affectionately, his need still lingered in it as you met with the same eagerness. He slowly pulls out, leaving you feeling empty as he stood up and went to bathroom. Looking up at the ceiling, You shivered. The sweat that poured off you body, had now chilled down.
Joshua comes back with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned you up. You jolt as he made contact with your now sensitive folds, "How are you feeling?" He asks, watching you face.
"Satisfied," you yawned, covering your mouth. "But tired."
Listening, He nodded and Kissed you on the forehead. After throwing the towel in hamper, Joshua sild back in the bed and took you back in arms. You tried to push him away. "No, don't hold me. I'm all sticky."
Joshua laughs, looking down at you. "And so am I. Go to sleep, we'll shower together in the morning."
"But–"
"No." He says, cutting you off. You wanted to fight him on this, but the exhaustion in your body was stronger than your own rebuttal.
Sighing, you rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Letting out a yawn himself, Joshua turns off the light. Leaving you two in gentle, peacefully silence.
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Just an FYI for those who may be new: I am a Black author, and all my readers are Black and intended for Black people. I explicitly make it clear that my readers are Black. I also always write for plus-size readers because I am plus-size, so keep that in mind.
Synopsis: You’re an excellent writer. So much so that even your husband, Toji Fusjiguro, knows of your gift. He also knows you’re tiptoeing the line between creative dedication and destructive self-isolation. Will he just sit back and watch your obsession deteriorate your health, or will he finally intervene?
Notes: chubby black fem/afab reader
Warnings: Angst (cursing, mentions of trauma, violence, mental anguish, covertly self-destructive behavior, tense confrontation, tears), fluff (physical affection, pet names: “mama(s),” “honey,” jokes will be cracked, aftercare), smut (mirror sex, full nelson position, p-in-v penetration, dom/sub dynamic, aftercare). [18+ ONLY: MINORS/NO AGE IN BIO=DO NOT INTERACT]
Word count: 3k
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You are by far the most peaceful person Toji has ever married, besides his late wife.
You value the quiet, a type of silence that brings comfort rather than the invisible death he’d associate it with. Toji didn’t know how he’d feel about it at first. He didn’t know how he’d feel about sitting on your shared couch reading a book you recommended. He didn’t know how he’d feel about watching you write your latest chapter while massaging your pretty feet. it took a long time until you were comfortable enough to show him your work.
But he really enjoys it. No–loves it even. He loves the way your eyes sharpen with unadulterated focus as you write, because he knows you’re in the process of creating some of the most immersive stories he’s ever read. He loves it even more when you’re not working, when you just lay on the bed holding each other while staring into one another's souls, talking about any and everything. Or nothing, there’s that too.
But there are also times when you get so loud–absolutely transfixed by whatever subject of conversation that piques your interest. Your takes have given him the most gut-wrenching bouts of laughter he’s had in a long time. The words that come out of your mouth make him think, they challenge the greatness of his own mind outside the world of violence he grew up in.
You just… have a way of making Toji feel completely naked, yet undeniably safe at the same time. You remind him that he’s more than his past.
However, that very peace Toji cherishes you for has always come with a specific price. A particular pain that many people may not understand. That very peace came from years of grueling solitude before meeting him. There was a time in your life when isolation was not the gift it turned out to be, and sometimes your body reminds you of that struggle: because it never left.
One of the most agonizing truths you’ve ever realized is that your relationships can’t save or fulfill you. You can only fulfill yourself. Learning this lesson paved a path of absolute loneliness for a certain period in your life.
But now, you treasure your alone time. You love making space for yourself where you don’t have to put on a mask or overextend for anyone. You love laughing at your corny jokes and going out on single dates. You can just exist. It may have taken a lot of bullshit to endure, but being alone is an ultimately beautiful thing.
And that’s why you’re so grateful for meeting Toji, for meeting a man who also understands that truth. If only you didn’t tend to forget that just because you’re used to being alone, doesn’t mean you actually are.
Like when Toji tries to get you to sleep after waking up at 3 in the morning to find you’re still working. Or when he takes extra shifts at his own job to spend a free day with his wife, only to be turned down because you’re too exhausted. Both of you are severely busy individuals, and you know how much your man puts in effort to make time for you.
But lately you’ve lost all balance and motivation in your daily life. Your agency requires you to finish an entire book in less than a month or else you don’t get paid. You’ve made a decent amount of money from the novels you sold, just enough to keep you comfortable–despite the fact that Toji pays the bills. But when demand gets higher, so do the stakes. And you refuse to lose your credit as a literary artist. You just won’t.
So you skip your meals, you postpone your rest days, you barely go outside anymore. And Toji hates it. He hates that you’re doing this to yourself, regardless of what your agency demands of you. Y’all haven't properly hung out together in weeks, let alone made love. At this point, Toji just feels like he’s living with a roommate and it’s actually making him sick.
-
It’s a Friday evening, so Toji doesn’t have work tomorrow. And neither will you.
You’re hunched over your laptop, endlessly typing away while rubbing sleep from your eyes every now and then. When you feel the need to take a break or lay down, you just stretch for a few seconds before going back to typing.
God, you don’t even enjoy writing anymore. You’re just regurgitating thoughts into a digestible format. You would take the time to proofread, but you’re so focused on finishing this chapter that you ignore your own intuition.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“I’m busy,” you insist irritantly.
Your man has his hand on the doorknob, yet he doesn’t turn it.
“Did you eat today?”
You pause typing to think, “Uhh, yeah.”
“What did you eat?”
“Hamburger,” you lie.
Toji leans his forehead against the door, shutting his eyes in frustration.
“Come to bed, princess.”
The way he pleads for you makes your breath hitch, and you find yourself faltering. You think of the last time you slept on the bed instead of your desk or couch. Yet the idea of accepting that you miss it–that you miss him, urges you to continue typing.
“...I’m busy right now.”
Toji swings the door open so fast you thought its hinges came off. You jump with a squeak at the loud intrusion. The way he glares you in the eyes is paralyzing, you haven’t seen him this angry since some creep copped a feel from you. Toji had him hospitalized shortly after.
“I’m not asking,” he warns.
You stare at him all wide-eyed and bewildered after weeks of avoiding his presence. Your thighs instinctively clench together at the sight of him. Fuck, he looks delectable in that wife-beater and low hanging sweatpants.
“Toji, I’m almost done!” you whine in protest.
“Come. To. Bed.” He doesn’t even have to yell, untouchable authority laced in his chillingly low voice.
And it’s not like you don’t want to, Toji can see your eyebags a mile away. Which is precisely why he’s putting his foot down now. But—
“I…I can’t,” you conclude defeatedly.
“Yes you can,” Toji takes a few cautious steps towards you. “Your work isn’t going anywhere.”
You scoff, aggravation jutting your knee, “...You don’t know that.”
Toji looks down at you with all the restraint he can muster.
“This marriage won’t be going anywhere if you keep doing this to yourself. Do you know that?”
Your man is no therapist, but sometimes you are just a book to him. As he expected, that one remark was all it took to have your head drop in shame. You ball your fists and shut your eyes, anything to delay the inevitability of tears--at least until he leaves. But you know he won’t.
Toji sighs at your crumbling state before kneeling down to see your pained face. He gently squeezes your calf, caressing the bare skin with his calloused fingers. You can’t even bring yourself to hate how lovely it feels.
“Look at me, mama,” he pleads once more. “Look at me.”
Your lips draw into a line to keep them from trembling as your chest braces itself for an incoming sob. But you open your eyes, and see him. You actually see him: your beautiful hunk of a husband and his stupidly sexy scar looking up at you with such vulnerable, shamelessly loving eyes. Your throat clogs up.
“Stop acting like I'm not looking out for you,” he reasons. “Just tell me what’s wrong.”
This is it. You can run all you want, but where on earth are you gonna hide? From Toji? From you?
“Please,” he whispers while wiping your tears with a steady thumb.
“I’m…” you croak while letting your cheek lean into his palm.
“I’m—I’m running out of time.”
Well, that’s a start.
“Are ya talking about deadlines?” He clarifies.
You nod in confirmation.
Toji kisses his teeth irritantly. That fucking agency and their fucking contract. You literally bust your ass to stay on top, and all they do is wring you out to dry with next to no compensation. But not his baby. He’s not gonna let his queen destroy herself for some chump change.
“You…” Toji sighs tiredly.
“You don’t need to prove yourself to anyone. And even if you miss it, I got you covered. I always got you.”
You snivel at how deeply he knows you, at his effortless ability to protect and nurture. But times will come where you need to let him. Times will come when you need to let yourself. So you weep and weep, not even noticing him closing your laptop.
“I’m really sorry, honey,” you slur woefully. “I’m—I’m just so fucking scared.”
He slips off your reading glasses and carefully places them on your desk, “I know.”
You feel his hand interlock with yours before slowly pulling you off of your chair. And that’s when something washes over you like a tub of ice water. An indescribable urge to do what you should’ve done many weeks prior. On his way out of your office, you tug his wrist and turn him around.
Standing on your tippy toes, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a fervent kiss. Toji almost—just almost forgot how succulent your plush lips feel against his. He deepens the kiss with a carnal hum and swiftly picks you up so your legs swaddle his hips.
He would carry you to your shared bedroom with a quickness, but he’d rather revel in how your thick thighs feel clutching his waist, how your soft and wet mouth feels as he dips his warm tongue in it, drinking up your cute little moans when he kneads your ass cheeks apart before squeezing greedy handfuls of them.
You grind your clothed cunt on his chiseled abs, chasing that delicious friction you’ve denied yourself for too long. When Toji finally tosses you on the mattress, you shoot him an offended pout.
“I’ve done worse to you, sweetheart,” he taunts with a knowing grin.
You shrug off his teasing cause he’s right. You also shrug off your shirt, until you notice your man pulling a life-sized mirror from the closet and placing it at the end of the bed. You usually use that mirror to try on outfits considering its big stature, so you’re not sure why Toji would misplace it.
Until it dawns on you.
A protest sits at the tip of your tongue, “Toji…”
“Do you trust me?” He rests his hands on his hips.
Mirror sex is nothing short of intimidating to you; one, it’s something you’ve never done before and two, the idea of you watching Toji fuck your brains out is…
…Kinda hot?
On top of the way he’s looking at you with that smirk he likes to wear when he feels like persuading you, the one he knows you can’t resist. It’s the least you could do considering what you've put him through lately. And if you get uncomfortable you can just use your safe word.
Maybe it won't be so bad.
So you nod your head to confirm your consent, but Toji shakes his head.
“Words, princess,” he orders.
“I…” you feel yourself squirming. “I trust you, Toji.”
“Good girl. Take everything off for me.”
-
“Look in the mirror, mamas.”
Your man’s got you folded in a mean full nelson: burly arms pinning your knees to your tits while his hands clasp onto your nape for security. He briskly pummels his dick up into you like you weigh nothing, intimidatingly thick girth stretching you out. Toji doesn’t even use his entire length to fill you up, knowing damn well that just a fraction is devastating enough.
And it absolutely is; your eyes squeeze shut with primal bliss, legs bobbing in the air from every powerful thrust splitting you open. You were always aware of Toji’s size. But the subtle upward curve of that cock, in addition to those pulsing veins, makes him feel so much bigger than your poor brain can handle.
You’re so delirious in your high that you can’t even speak, only broken mewls and adorable gasps of air escape your full lips. How are you supposed to express thoughts when Toji’s heavy balls repeatedly slap your swollen clit? How are you supposed to form words when you can’t even move and your only option is to take what he gives you?
And Toji knows you’re gonna cum, he feels and hears the way your sopping cunt spasms around him at random or when a shift in angle of his ricocheting hips reduces you to a babbling mess. But the thing is, he needs you to go back to being the good girl he fell in love with. And he will discipline her out of you if that's what it takes.
So, your beloved lifts you off his dick until it completely detaches with an audible ‘pop’. The rapture blazing in your tummy abruptly cools down to a pathetic simmer and you wail.
He ignores your mournful cries, “I’m not repeating myself, angelface. We have all fuckin night.”
You repeatedly bang the back of your head against his brick wall of a chest. But what can you do? You’ll be damned if you let your pride deny you another perfect orgasm.
So you crack open your eyes, and the first thing the reflection reveals is your sticky arousal dribbling down Toji’s glistening shaft. You see your quivering thighs and heaving chest, your tear-stricken face and sweaty forehead. And when your tired gaze ultimately meets his unflinching one–riddled with animalistic lust, you finally understand why he set up this mirror in the first place.
“There she is.”
You nibble on your bottom lip, pussy clenching wantonly at his shameless celebration of your most primal form.
“See how cockdrunk you are, gorgeous?” He praises through heavy breaths, those unabashedly worshipful eyes coupled with a tender grin stretching the scar on his lip.
“Now put it back in and you better keep those pretty eyes on me.”
You sniffle with a weak whine, carefully wrapping your soft fingers around his wet cock. You gently stroke it a few times just to watch him hiss, before nudging the bulbous head between your folds.
As soon as it catches onto your fluttering hole, Toji sheathes you right back on his dick and you emit the most hopeless sound of need. Your beloved throws his head back on the cushioned bed frame, a beautifully guttural moan pouring from his lips at how your velvet walls squeeze him—trapping him in for relief.
“Missed this chubby lil’ princess pussy.” His lecherous words go straight to your pebbled clit in electric shocks. He feels his disastrous effect on you when you squeeze him again.
And again.
And again.
“Toji—please.”
Your husband huffs out a hearty chuckle.
“Please, what? Use that mouth.”
You writhe under his iron grip, straining your muscles to try and fuck yourself on him. But his hold is too merciless, there's simply no room for movement.
“Pl—Please move, Toji.”
His slit can't stop leaking when hearing your pretty voice rasp and plead for him. You're so perfect in every possible way, even when you think you aren't. And it utterly pains him because he knows you self-destruct the most when you feel you aren't enough. That's why he's putting you through this now–so you can remember how much of a delight you are when you let go of the control you never had.
God, your soft back pressing against him feels nothing short of divine. He feels like he can love you best when you’re this close. And he's not gonna last much longer, so he might as well just reward you now. Toji lets his head fall forward until his mouth is right beside your ear.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs as his hips begin building momentum.
This time he abandons his previously hasty approach, instead giving you slow and deep thrusts.
“Oh fuck—“ you squeal as his strong hips continuously grind against your ass, forming a visible ring of cream around his girth.
The stretch feels overwhelmingly different when set at a leisurely pace: the rapid bullets of pleasure he previously pierced through you transform into steady, all-consuming waves reverberating your pliant body. You can feel every pulsing ridge, vein, and contour stretch you out to the inconceivable brim. On top of him whispering sweet, filthy nothings into your ear because he knows you’re that close to exploding.
And you think you’re suffering, but Toji’s delaying his own release to make sure he chips away at the last remnants of your sanity with an ecstasy only he can provide. He pushes you closer, and closer, and closer to heaven until you both practically taste it.
And when the pleasure is too much your hands grab onto his shoulders. The same man so intimately taking you apart simultaneously grounding you in reality. This is what your negligence had you missing out on.
“To—“ your mouth hangs open when the orgasm hits you.
This particular climax is blinding and thorough; curling your toes as it takes its time ravaging you, spraying your juices on your beloved’s inner thighs and even the sheets underneath. You just can’t stop cumming.
“Fuuuuck—give it to me, mama. Give it to me,” Toji groans hoarsely as your pussy relentlessly sucks him in, dick twitching and twitching until a final snap of his hips stutters to an abrupt halt.
Hot ropes of cum shoot up your walls until there’s positively nothing left. You both take a much needed breather, processing the best sex you’ve ever had in the entire duration of your relationship.
Toji unlocks his hands from your nape and carefully slips his arms from the back of your legs, letting them fall to the bed.
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You sit between Toji’s thighs in the bathtub while he’s rubbing on your sore muscles.
When was the last time we even bathed together?
Guess it doesn’t matter now, cause he’s got his wife exactly where he needs her.
“You uhh…you busy tomorrow?” He inquires cautiously.
You rest your head on his chest and look up at him with the most blissful smile he hasn’t seen in so long. You’re giggling too, as if he said a joke he didn’t even know he cracked.
