𖦹 content: hard dom!chifuyu, switch (↑ sub)!kazutora, unprotected sex, oral sex (m! receiving), humiliation kink, shoe humping, manhandle, degradation, dub-con, mention of bullying, bimbofication, forced submission, deep throat, hair pulling, mfm but implied mmf, torafuyu a lil fruity here idc.
𖦹 pairings: hanemiya kazutora x tora's bully!f!reader x chifuyu matsuno.
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"Nah, were you being bullied by this pathetic girl? I can't believe it, Tora!", Chifuyu let out a wicked laugh with his fingers tangling in the hair of the girl whose face was shoved against Kazutora's pelvis and mouth full of his hard cock.
You looked like a complete mess and, even with Chifuyu treating you like a rag doll, it was impossible not to force your hips against his shoe and foot between your legs to try to get more friction against your pussy covered only by your panties that Kazutora's blond friend had said were "too cute for a stupid girl like you”.
He was treating you in the same rude, mean, humiliating way that you had treated his friend.
It had been months of you bullying Hanemiya Kazutora. Months. And even though all three of you were already in college, Kazutora still acted like a teenager letting you treat him worse than dirt because somehow he felt even more ashamed that he didn't have the courage to fight back. Deep inside, he was afraid that someday he would retaliate and hurt you more than you deserved.
On the other hand, you didn't have the same concern for him. No, you made Kazutora do your college work as well as his, made him take the blame for whatever shit you ended up doing, made him occasionally lick the tip of your shoe only to then push his face away saying that he wasn't even good enough to be a puppy.
That is until he arrived at Chifuyu's house with apparent finger marks on his chin and neck and his shirt crumpled and stained with dirt and liquids that looked like juice and water.
Kazutora didn't have the courage to humiliate you, but Chifuyu did. And so you were being forced to suck the guy you hated the most and act as if you were loving it. Deep down, maybe you were, but refused to admit it.
"Chi-mhm-fuyu, I--", the boy being sucked desperately put his hand on the back of your neck with his hips forcing himself harder against your face to start fucking your throat as his cock twitched from how close to cum he was.
"What? Wanna cum?", Chifuyu leaned forward, taking his hands out of your hair and letting Kazutora be the one holding your face still, and propped one of his arms on the wall behind the armchair his friend was sitting in without moving his foot from between your thighs to keep forcing you to have friction against his shoe, "Wanna, Tora? Say you want it"
Kazutora's flushed and panting face rose to look at him and his friend could barely contain a small sideways smile. If you were a mess, the naive Hanemiya was much more so.
"Yes~", his voice came out slurred, almost like a moan and you closed your eyes tightly feeling your walls tighten around nothing and points of Chifuyu's shoe rubbing against your clit, "Please, wanna... ngh, 'M gonna--"
One hand of Chifuyu's clamped down on his panting friend's hair and pulled his head back until Kazutora's mouth was a little more ajar. The dick in your mouth reached behind your throat and you choked trying to pull yourself away from his groin with eyes watering, the hand behind the back of your neck forcing you to keep sucking him until your jaw started to hurt.
"Do it, then, Tora, I wanna see you shove your cum as deep as you can down this bimbo's throat", the blond boy gave you a small smile, as if endorsing his friend's actions, and seconds later you saw a stream of saliva fall from Chifuyu's tongue onto that of the boy whose cock was, seconds later, spurting his warm cum straight down your throat and forcing you to swallow it.
And you didn't feel pathetic for swallowing it. But for what came next.
Chifuyu's shoe rubbing against your clit harder and making you cum against your panties and getting them completely wet with your juices. Your body tearing apart and melting from long minutes of pure humiliation and mouth even managing not to moan against Kazutora's dick pulsing against your tongue.
"See, Tora?", the blond placed two fingers between his friend's lips pressing them against the wet muscle contained in his mouth and slid his gaze to your panting, tear-wet face held against Hanemiya's crotch, "Even the dumbest, meanest girl can turn into an obedient slut if you push her far enough."
And seconds later his hand was back in your hair pulling you up and letting Kazutora's cock escape from inside your mouth. Your face looked a mess and you could barely look at Chifuyu's clear eyes because of the shame of having cum just by pushing yourself against his shoe.
He had you sit down on his friend's lap and immediately went to unbutton his own pants and pull down his underwear just enough so that his dick was free to start teasing your pussy uncomfortably sticking to the fabric of his panties because of your slick.
"You're so cute when your mouth is closed, I could almost call you pretty if I didn't know you are a slut", Chifuyu whispered pulling your panties to the side and analyzing your entrance still clenching around nothing before resting a hand in the middle of your back and forcing your torso against Kazutora's chest to keep your hips angled back far enough to slide his cock into your puffy pussy, "Fuck, you're loving this! Look at how your lil’ slutty pussy is wanting to swallow me. Pathetic, you just needed a good cock to put you in your place, didn't you?"
You tried to rest hands on Kazutora's shoulders to pull your face away from his and try to disentangle yourself from Chifuyu's subjugation and the blond just pressed your body harder against his friend's.
And trying to ignore who was below your body holding your legs open and still so the blond could thrust himself into your pussy, your face sank into Hanemiya's neck to suppress your moans and slowly you felt his cock start to get hard again and slam against your abdomen.
Yes, all according to Matsuno Chifuyu's personal plans. It would be a shame if Kazutora didn't get a chance to use your pussy like he was using it, right?
content + warnings: 18+, including: soft dom!tenko, stuffie humping, unprotected sex, names calling, voyeurism, mention of exhibitionism, mention of breeding kink, praise kink, mention of pain play.
pairings: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader.
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Shigaraki's crimson eyes slid down your body slowly, a faint grunt escaping his lips as soon as you propped your arms up on the bed mattress beneath you, leaning your torso back and began to thrust your hips against the soft, cuddly face of the teddy bear he had bought for you a few weeks earlier. He had trained you so well, you were almost believing that the plush beneath you somehow managed to replicate the good friction that only Tenko could reproduce against your clit and wet folds. Your moans were so soft, so intoxicating, he could almost cum untouched just listening to the sounds coming out of your throat.
Shigaraki had said that if you were a good girl and came without the help of his fingers, tongue or cock, he would spoil you and fuck you senseless soon after, nice and deep as his girl liked it. And it was so frustrating to disappoint him, you wanted to be his little princess, his good little girl, his little baby. So now you were humping against one of your favorite plushies, with no clothes covering your body and moaning his name as if you hadn't been touched for years and years even though that week there was hardly a day when Tenko hadn't spent a few good hours thrusting his dick into you mercilessly while saying that "after he made your princess parts hurt, he was going to give them a good massage".
You propped one of your arms in front of you so that you could speed up the thrusts against that plush and leaned over a little, blocking the panoramic view Shigaraki had so far and he grunted, making you look at him in fear that you had done something he disliked. You wanted to make him happy, satisfied. You needed Tenko's validation.
— Not like that, pretty girl. — Shigaraki muttered, looking at you with fake disappointment and moving his head from side to side before gesturing to your arm blocking his view of your pussy sliding down against that stuffed snout. — Arms back, I want to see your pretty little cunny leaking out. — Your cheeks flamed and you nodded positively in agreement before throwing your torso back again with your arms behind your body and concentrating again on forcing your hips against the plush. — Yes, like this, baby. This is perfect, amazing, you are such an obedient girl, I am proud that you pay attention to what I always say. — You moaned Tenko's name lustfully as your eyes traveled down his body to the stiffening cock marked on his pants and your mouth salivated at the thought of him entering you and stretching your walls in that aching and pleasurable way. — You want my cock don't you? I can see you drooling over it, but you remember what I said at the beginning, don't you? — Your head nodded quickly as another moan escaped your lips and you felt the stuffie underneath you getting wetter and wetter, now it was easier to rub your cunt against that comfortable softness. — So, make an effort to cum fast so I can fuck you.... — Your eyes turned to where your pussy was meeting friction with that teddy bear, and you tried so hard to think that it was Shigaraki's fingertips rubbing against your clit that the knot in the bottom of your belly and the tension in your body gradually grew. — So I can fuck you raw the way you like it.
— N-No condom, Shiggy? — You asked breathlessly, looking up at him with eyes blazing with excitement and a smile slowly spreading across your lips as your hips began to increase in rhythm at your boyfriend's promise.
— No condom, baby. — Shigaraki replied with a sideways smile as he watched you put more effort into your task of cumming unaided, you were so obedient.
Tenko's watchful eye on your body moving as fast as possible was a big help in you eventually cumming hard against that teddy bear, your eyes rolling up and mouth opening in a loud moan in the shape of your boyfriend's name. Shigaraki almost had cum at that moment, he loved it when you put your pleasure down to being a good little puppy following his orders, he loved it when you related your pleasure to satisfying him in some way. After months of relationship, you could only cum when you were thinking about Tomura Shigaraki or being watched or touched by him, just the look on his face made you horny enough to want to rub your pussy against one of his thighs when the two of you were absentmindedly watching movies on the weekend on the living room couch.
And even after you had cum against that teddy bear, your hips didn't stop moving, your mind forgetting that the initial agreement was that you would cum only once before Tenko sank inside your pussy. Your body needs more, more, more. More of that good feeling, more of that intoxicating pleasure. Shigaraki got up from the armchair in the room where he had been sitting until then and walked towards you as he removed his own clothes, eventually knocking you against the bed, removing the plush underneath your body to place it over your body and spreading your legs apart.
— Expose your cunnie to me, I want to see the mess you've made. — You groaned, promptly hugging the teddy with one arm, and slid your other hand down to your crotch to open your folds, using your index and middle finger to spread them apart to let Shigaraki admire your tightening insides around nothing. — So tiny and soaked, how pretty you are, kitty. — You showed him a happy smile before groaning as you heard him call you by the same nickname he always used before he fucked you hard. — Can I use your pussy now? — He asked with his hands resting on your waist and rubbing the tip of his cock against your sensitive, wet folds.
— Y-Yes, Shiggy, use me all you want, use me, please. — Shigaraki let a soft moan escape his lips as he listened to your words.
— Do you want me to even fill you completely? — Your head nodded frantically before falling back just as Tenko bumped his hips against yours and his cock invaded your warminterior, you both ended up moaning in sync as soon as the tip of his shaft rubbed against your cervix and your walls began to squeeze him unmercifully. — My little baby is going to be so pretty all full of my cum, I'm only going to stop with you today when your belly inflates.
⠀pairings: baseball player!nanami kento x f!reader
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It was a heavy guilty pleasure to carry within yourself. Satoru Gojo was too much of a guilty pleasure. Every time he stared at you through the halls of the sports center or deliberately threw the baseball in your direction just to have a reason to walk towards you across the entire court and kneel down in front of you to pick it up, your heart nearly leapt out of your mouth and you couldn't even look away from the bastard smile he always gave you because every time your attention fell either on Suguru, who watched the two of you from afar more to make sure his own friend wasn't pushing you too hard than to make fun of your embarrassed posture, or on Nanami, who didn't even seem to care about the situation.
And it wasn't as if you felt uncomfortable facing them, you just felt suddenly shy and embarrassed because knowing Satoru well, he obviously told his friends about the movie theater incident. You knew what his modus operandi was like, and yet you had accepted the whole situation in the movie theater in a desperate act for pleasure.
The mischievous smiles he had been throwing at you since last Monday? The double-edged, ambiguous questions that made you choke on your own saliva? His hands with fingers ghosting down your shoulder? The longing way his deep blue eyes traveled down your face until they met your lips? It was bad to desire him like that without feeling dirty about it because you had always shown disgust for him.
However, Satoru literally fucked the revulsion out of you on Monday and Wednesday and in the second time he made sure to leave fingerprints all over your waist and hips, breasts and the base of your neck while his cock was deep inside you and both of your bodies were wet from one of the powerful showers in the men's locker room of the sports center where he and Nanami and Getou played like baseball players.
And he even took your panties with him saying that "it was his reward for treating you so good”.
So good.
That's how you felt when Satoru left you still under the shower with the water running and soaking your clothes that he didn't even bother to take off and his cum was running down your thighs. At least your cell phone hadn't gotten wet and you were able to desperately call your friend to come and get you, taking a bundle of your clothes with her. And the situation hadn't even reached its worst stage, because Nanami had accidentally walked into the changing room just as you were busy leaving with the towel Gojou hadn't used wrapped around your body.
The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds and you, embarrassed, turned your attention to the floor with the breath caught in your throat. And the only thing Nanami did before he opened his mouth was to give you a gentle smile; and you had made the mistake of spending so much time with Satoru that you thought the personalities of his blond and brunette friends were the same as his.
— Do you need help? — He asked, raising his eyebrows and lifting his cell phone in your direction. — If you want, I can call some of the girls who are still practicing and get them to lend you some clothes.
— I... — You were tempted to accept his idea just so it wouldn't seem rude, but it would be a wasted trip for your friend who was already rushing to the sports center. — No need, Nanami, but thank you! Really! I had called a friend before and... you know, she's already coming. — You nervously reached for your cell phone on the long bench in the middle of the locker room and grabbed it to look for the chat messages with your friend. — Yes, she's coming, b-but thank you! — He nodded and huffed before looking away from you to one of the lockers in the place, assuming that you were obviously embarrassed to be caught coming out of a post-sex shower in a men's locker room.
— Actually, it's great that I ran into you now, I'm going out with you tomorrow, right? — You nodded your head in agreement and mentally cursed yourself for actually forgetting that. — What do you think about coming over to my place? — His eyebrows raised in question and Nanami stared at you, leaning on the cold wall next to him with one arm; anyone who saw you two from a distance would think he was flirting with you. — I just need to take care of a few things early tomorrow and then I can take you anywhere you want. — He looked at you suggestively and you frowned before you giggled slightly and denied it with your head.
— And for you to take care of these few things I need to be with you? — You batted your eyelashes and he squinted his eyes before moving his attention down your face to stare at your lips for a few seconds before returning to your orbs.
— No doubt about it. — The blond answered, and as you watched him reach around the edges of the shirt he was wearing under his baseball uniform to remove it, you took two steps backwards with the breath beginning to quicken and hand instinctively going to grasp the towel around your body still with droplets of water to dry. — What? — Nanami looked at you with a small smile before leaning over and throwing the shirt on the bench beside you both. — I came here to take a shower, meeting you on the way was just a bonus. — You silently agreed before nervously checking to see if your friend had sent you any messages.
Nothing.
And Nanami was already halfway there to finish taking off her pants, and you definitely didn't need another shower. Your eyes went from his hands on the waistband of his clothes to his toned pecs and ripped abdomen. Nanami was handsome, that much was obvious, you knew that from the very first minute you stared at him at one of your friend's cheerleading practices. But he looked even more handsome with his cheeks slightly burned and flushed from the physical exertion of the day's baseball practice and the sun, and with sweat running down his collarbone and giving his pectoral a lush, almost shiny appearance.
— Wanna touch? — You suddenly snapped back to reality after shamelessly staring at his pecs and abdomen and almost immediately shifted your gaze to the bench beside the two of you.
— What? No, I don't... no! — You nodded for emphasis and Nanami was internally amused by the situation.
— No problem. — Nanami threw his pants over the bench too and you refused to let yourself see the shaft of his cock marked below the fabric of his underwear. — Tomorrow you can touch it.
You stared at him wide-eyed, thinking you had heard wrong, and suddenly Nanami's hands were already pulling down his underwear and, at the same time, your cell phone rang with your friend calling you because she was already in the hallway outside the changing room. For the brief seconds it took your brain to register everything, your eyes got a good look at what Nanami Kento's dick looked like, and you were irritated to learn that it was literally as beautiful as all the rest of his body.
Nanami Kento was too good to be true, there was nothing about him that was bad, or at least small?
You felt too embarrassed and shy to ask for his address at that moment and your feet were already busy making you walk, or rather almost run, to the front door of the changing room. And before you could turn your back on Nanami completely, you heard him say: "See ya tomorrow!”.
As you picked up your clothes with the confused girl in front of the men's locker room, you only snidely whispered: "I'll explain later", got dressed quickly, listening to the sound of Satoru's blond friend's shower, and before you left through the same door you had entered with Gojou a few minutes before, prepared to invent the most convincing lie of your life. And the walk from the sports center to your house, was almost a walk of shame with you trying to text Satoru for Nanami's address without letting your friend see it because the last thing you needed was her making fun of your sudden outings with that baseball trio.
Damn, they were destabilizing you with so little. If Satoru convinced you with invasive touches and mischievous smiles, Nanami convinced you with quiet, seemingly harmless actions and clever words. They were a threat to your sanity, and yet it was so good to let yourself be carried away by the atmosphere of tension for a few brief seconds and then have the adrenaline of a sudden return to reality coursing through your veins.
Maybe you would have a little more of that tension the next day. That's what your mind woke up thinking on Thursday, anxiety was bubbling up inside you and the closer it got to the time you had to leave your house to go to his, the clumsier you seemed to be becoming, almost like a pre-teen about to confess to the boy you had liked for years. Even though your attraction for Nanami was purely carnal, strictly sexual. But you began to question this truth and also your sanity when your heart was almost piercing through your ribs so fast it was beating as soon as your feet were in front of Nanami's door and your trembling finger was ringing the bell.
"I'll get it!", you could hear his husky voice muffled on the other side of the door and when that tall blond man opened the door, it took an amount of self-control you didn't know it was possible to have not to slide your eyes down his bare torso and the sweatpants marking just about everything on his thighs and in between that he was wearing.
— Who is it? — A female voice resounded.
— Oh, you have visitors? — You asked anxiously before Nanami opened a small smile, calling you into the house and letting you in.
— Sort of. — He answered with a shrug before putting a heavy arm around your shoulders. — My parents are here today, but it's only a temporary visit. They had some papers to... — His mother, unaware, interrupted his speech by approaching and looking you up and down with curiosity.
— I've never seen you bring women into your house before, Kento! — She said with a surprised look on her face.
— She's from the sports center, I told you about her yesterday, didn't I? — Nanami asked, already leading you through the living room to avoid his mother and guide you to the flight of steps leading to the second floor. — And we both need to finish some things for my game on Sunday, right, Y/N?
— Huh? — You blinked a few times before you noticed the friendly wink he was giving you and started up the stairs. — Oh, yes... Yes! Yes, we need to, I'm sorry, ma'am, but we don't have much time for... you know, all of this! — You gave a nervous laugh, and as soon as the two of you reached the second floor, Nanami sighed heavily before cracking a satisfied smile.
In the brief minutes that passed, the two of you walked into his room and the door was left almost half-open and Kento went to sit lazily on the edge of his bed, his legs spread wide apart and arms resting behind his body against the mattress and sheets. You ran your tongue over your lips, not knowing exactly what to do and practically stared at the owner of the room looking for reassurance. And he held up his hand, calling you with his index and middle fingers, saying absolutely nothing; your feet betrayed the tension coursing through every fiber of your being and in a few seconds your body was standing upright in front of his.
— Why are you so nervous? — Nanami asked and watched as your eyes traveled down his body until they reached the obvious mark of his cock below the sweatshirt box.
— Aren't you wearing anything underneath?
— I'm standing right in front of you, you can figure that out for yourself. — He replied and you just thought a little "Fuck".
Nanami could be worse than Satoru for your sake, because at least the white-haired man didn't tease you in that way that ate away at your logical thinking.
You got down on your knees at his spread legs and bent down to put your hands on the waistband of his pants to slowly pull them down and watch his cock release and slam against his crotch. You felt two warm hands place themselves against your cheeks, taking hold of your face, while your eyes were still fixed on Nanamis’ leaking tip and it took only a few seconds for his lips to be on yours in a kiss that was initially slow and gradually more intense, as if he intended to steal your breath away little by little.
While your lips were occupied on Kento's, one of his hands slid up your back giving you a shiver and took one of yours to wrap your palm around his dick to begin guiding you in up and down motions, your fingers beginning to smear his precum as the bottom of your panties began to get wet and your thighs pressed against each other.
For the first few minutes, you literally forgot that his parents were present in the house and could easily catch the two of you in the act and your mind was only reminded of this fact when your two hands were wrapped around his cock pumping it and rubbing his leaking tip with your thumb and Nanami's lips were leaving bites and sucks down your neck to replace the ones left by Satoru. Your head fell back and eyes stared at the wide-open door of the room, the adrenaline caused by the fear of being caught growing rapidly inside you and making your heart beat faster and faster.
— N-Nanami, your... — He interrupted you with a low grunt next to your ear that sent electric waves straight to your pussy, and you bit your lower lip to keep from moaning.
— Why don't you use your mouth for something better than talking, sweetie? — Seeing Nanami's eyes clouded with pleasure, your sanity began to rethink how quiet you could be and in the next few seconds you were on your knees in front of Kento Nanami with your mouth full of his cock, going up and down, up and down, and his precum mixing with your saliva.
It was hard to breathe around him, even though you were trying to draw air through the nose and not mouth, and it was even harder not to be aroused by his hand grabbing your hair in a ponytail and beginning to coordinate the rhythm of your movements. It had never felt so good to choke on someone's dick as it did at that moment. And Nanami looked even more beautiful with his head hanging back, Adam's apple rising and falling rapidly as he swallowed more saliva and chest indicating how fast his breathing was.
The longer it went on and the more times your mouth swallowed the blond's cock above you with the tip of it hitting the back of your throat, the more saliva dripped down your chin and the more your knees ached just as your pussy tightened around nothing. Yes, the situation was exactly as you wanted it. Nanami almost using your mouth as a fleshlight and slowly starting to fuck your face and pussy dripping with excitement; at least your moans were muffled and suppressed by him.
Eventually you became more greedy to suck him until you had him filling your mouth with milk or just throwing his seed straight down your throat. But, oh, silly girl. Nanami wouldn't cum anywhere but inside you, so as he watched you try to make him cum in your mouth, his hand in your hair pulled your head back and you gasped trying to control your own breathing as he manhandled your body so that you were facedown on the floor and facing the open bedroom door.
— Ass up, face down, pretty thing. — You whimpered, obeying his order and resting your hands on the cold floor the way your knees were. — What an obedient girl you are, did you behave like that with the others too? — Swallowing dry, you felt Nanami's hands roam freely over your body before they began to shed your clothes.
— N-No, we were at the... — You stopped talking as soon as the blond's fingers reached your soaking wet pussy and spread your folds to see your entrance squeezing around nothing.
— Movie theater? Yes, he told me. — Nanami whispered, taking some of your juices on his fingertips before bringing them to lips and sucking on them. — And he also told me that you are a great cocksleeve, is that true? — His hands spread your legs a little further apart and you felt the tip of his dick rubbing against your entrance.
— I'm standing right in front of you, you can figure that out for yourself. — You repeated the words that had come out of his mouth minutes before and choked on your own saliva as soon as only the tip of his cock entered you.
— Atta girl. — Nanami grinned sideways before placing one hand on your head, forcing your face against the floor, and using the other to pull your hips up until you were practically subdued completely by the size of him above you; and just then his dick buried itself deep inside your cunt and you closed eyes tightly and put a palm over the mouth to stifle the moan in the shape of his name that escaped. — Fuck! — He tried to curse in the lowest possible tone as your walls squeezed him hard. — Satoru wasn't lying, you take me so well, pretty one.
And immediately after he praised you in the most lewd way possible, his cock started thrusting in and out of your pussy as if you were literally Nanami's favorite cocksleeve. His hand on your hip holding you still or eventually pulling you against his body to make his shaft go deeper served as a support while your trembling legs betrayed you and made you assume an increasingly pathetic position.
Your eyes occasionally went to the bedroom door and every time you imagined someone walking down the hall and catching the two of you in that lewd scene, your walls tightened around Nanami and his tip kissed your cervix. The pressure at the bottom of your belly getting harder and harder to relieve and mouth gasping more and more and letting saliva escape from the corner of your lips, he was fucking you dumb literally.
But inevitably, with a hard twitch against your walls, Nanami's dick went too deep inside your pussy and when you felt the internal pressure of having his cum fillets fill you completely, your mouth couldn't hold back a drawn out moan in the shape of his name and raising your eyes a little to try to see his face, but his head was thrown back as his hip movements gradually slowed and you thought the blond above you would give you time to breathe and regain every sense in your body.
However, it was the complete opposite.
Nanami's hand on your waist slid to your clit and began rubbing it as he slammed his cock back inside your abused cunt. He was fucking his cum into you, breeding you in the way you so wanted and craved, there was even a ring of white cream around the base of his dick and you could feel some of his liquid running down your legs from the ins and outs of Kento's shaft.
Lowering your eyes a little to see where the two of you were connected, your attention eventually fell on the small rise over the bottom of your belly and when you least expected it, your body was cumming just knowing how deep Nanami's cock was fucking his milk inside you. Your eyes rolled up and hand desperately pressed the palm against your mouth because it was already impossible not to be moaning the name of the man above you, body trembling completely and lungs burning because it was so hard to breathe properly. And seconds later Kento was breeding you again, two loads of cum inside you in such a short period of time.
But this time he didn't keep fucking you, maybe you'd pass out if Nanami wanted to keep using your tight little pussy and now all puffy little pussy filled with his cum.
— Fuck, you’re such a good breeding puppy. — He whispered in your ear before he withdrew himself of your heat and pulled your body until your back was against his sweaty chest. — Think you can keep my cum inside you, sweetie? — You gasped a breathless "Yes" and Nanami pulled your face to the side with a small smile. — Of course you can, right? You’re such an obedient little girl. — Just then a kiss was being placed on your lips and Kento's other palm was sliding down your body to press on the small bulge still present at the bottom of your belly.
Your brain was almost short-circuiting. And you still had to go out with Suguru Getou the next day.
You looked from Inui to Chifuyu and a bitter taste of cowardice flooded your mouth. Your hands nervously clenched fingers until they clicked and attention wandered from your two friends to the mansion you swore was abandoned and only surrounded by rumors of hauntings.
— I won't do it... — Your voice came out almost trembling, and the night was starting to fall as fast as the courage was draining from your body.
— What? Afraid? — Kazutora asked in a mocking tone and though you knew he was only joking, you still gave him an irritated look and he swallowed hard.
— It's just an abandoned house. — Inui remarked, raising head slightly to look at the residence that, although apparently abandoned, still seemed strangely well cared for. — The worst that could happen I think is that we'd break something and think it was a ghost. — Chifuyu and Kazutora giggled lightly at his remark and you remained completely irritable with arms now crossed over the bust.
— And you said you'd accept any challenge, Y/N. — Chifuyu said looking at you suggestively. — I thought you honored your commitments to us and... — A dry, dull, venomous laugh escaped his lips.
— Commitments, you say... It's just a stupid challenge, y'all are idiots.
— If it's just a stupid challenge, get in there. — Kazutora nodded in the direction of the mansion.
While you all were arguing about whether you would go in alone or not, feline eyes were watching from afar, silently and attentively. Eyes that reflected the eternity of years and years of bitter loneliness, eyes that, however, almost always failed to show how lonely Hajime Kokonoi felt.
Just like Harker, Kokonoi had begun to have the nocturnal existence within him even denounce his dark thoughts too soon. And the loneliness of eternity had been destroying his nerves ever since it came to his attention long, long decades ago that there was someone predestined for him.
For several years, Kokonoi found himself feeding his mind full of horrible imaginings, but what can one do beyond that knowing that there is, will be or, worse:, existed a human being predestined to love every last fiber of the monster encased within him?
Like Seward, that young vampire didn't know what it was like to feel his own lifeblood being taken to the woman he loved because the only person he ever got to love had rightly turned him into that freak and left him to die on a snow-soaked, cold road. "Wanna survive? Then force yourself to do it, Koko" was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness that day thinking he was dying, but in reality it was just the opposite: he was being reborn as a worse version of himself.
And now his reddened eyes were watching you and your friends arguing in front of the gates of the mansion in which he had lived for decades in the same way as they had watched several other young adults trying to invade his territory. A sideways smile dripping with mischief was drawn on his thin lips, perhaps there would be news the next morning running in the newspapers of a young man dead with drained blood.
— If you two are so brave, c’min with me then, damn it! — You exclaimed in the direction of Chifuyu and Kazutora, Inui now seemed more entertained by his cell phone.
Those two friends looked at each other briefly and you could see them swallowing dryly. "Idiots" resounded in your mind. They were just as scared as you were and just needed someone to take the blame for the fear in their place.
— C’mon! — You exclaimed again opening the rusty gates of the mansion and nodding head towards the entrance hall made of rustic old stones that preceded the huge entrance to the residence.
Inui shouted that he would stay outside the mansion as soon as the three of you started walking side by side towards that entrance door and you glared at him over one shoulder shouting in response: "Fuck you, c’mere now, dumbass!”. And an angry girl scared Seishu Inui more than an abandoned mansion with a vampire residing inside.
As a result, while that group of friends were entering Hajime Kokonoi's territory, he was busy lighting almost all the chandeliers in the mansion quickly and leaving others in the main hallways, such as those leading to the ballroom and library, unlit. A terrifying and morbid atmosphere was usually more than enough to make young people like you all run out of his house with tail between legs and heart beating fast.
— Damn, cold as fuck... — Kazutora hugged his own arms as you, he and the other two boys stopped in the middle of the mansion's central hall and were greeted with a dark place with the only dim lighting being the moon starting to rise in the sky and invading the place through the small gaps in the windows. — Where is the light switch?
— I don't know... — You retorted, groping one of the walls beside you and got a little startled as soon as heard the loud bang of the front door closing, but when you looked to the side, it was only Inui nervously closing it and apologizing with a small hand gesture. — Damn, you almost killed me now, Inupi! — You whispered, not knowing exactly why you were speaking so softly. — There's no switch, Tora... I mean, I don't think so, I can't find it. — A warm hand brushed its fingers against yours and you startled again, taking two steps back, but it was only Chifuyu trying to help you find that switch.
— Not really. — The blond answered before walking to the two curly staircases that led in different directions. — Where is your cell phone, Inupi? — The other blond-haired boy took the cell phone from his pocket and turned on his flashlight, throwing the sudden light on your face and making you try to cover eyes. — Gimme. — Chifuyu asked with one hand raising and Inui obeyed. — Right or left?
They began to argue about which staircase to take and in which direction to go and you looked around with pupils slowly becoming accustomed to the darkness. There were paintings on the walls, you knew this now, but eyes couldn't see what works of art they were.
Only the sound of your shoe hitting the shiny floor and the voices of Chifuyu and Kazutora were heard, Kokonoi, from the top of one of the stairs, could hear the sound of your partially ragged breathing, heart beginning to beat fast as the feeling of being watched increased devastatingly, arteries dilating.
You fear was exciting and feeding the bloodthirsty monster inside him. His mouth was even salivating every time his eyes passed over the area of your neck and wrists.
— Y/N? — You turned around quickly, feeling someone behind your back, and by the flashlight of the cell phone in the hand, it was Chifuyu. — C’mon, we're going up. — He beckoned to the staircase to the right, and Kokonoi had to hold himself together to keep from letting a mocking laugh escape his lips.
As your feet began to climb the steps, you literally walked right past the vampire who owned the mansion and he could not only hear your heart almost piercing through ribs, but could also smell the odor emanating from your body. The smell of fear and apprehension, the smell of fate.
Suddenly, Kokonoi felt bewildered as your scent invaded and infected his nostrils and poisoned his brain. His pupil widened and even without permission, the fangs in his canines enlarged in the same way they did when he was about to dig them into a victim. Not victim, but mate, that's what you were. Your future monster's hands tingled, fingers wanted to pull you against his body and dance over your body.
You felt a cold breath against the side of your neck and, before reaching the top floor, turned back suddenly with an incredulous face. Behind, were only Kazutora and Inui whispering to each other and Chifuyu was beside you.
— S-Stop, Tora... — You cringed against yourself as you felt a shiver run down your back and he looked at you confused.
— What? I didn't do anything! I was... — There was no time for Kazutora to finish speaking, seconds later his body was suddenly being pulled backwards and the next scene was your yellow and black haired friend falling down the stairs and Inui and Chifuyu staring in terror at this before being pulled down as well.
You tried to run down the steps to catch up with them and before your feet could even turn your body completely around, Kokonoi was grabbing the collar of your shirt and pulling you backwards with your back slamming weakly against the wall. He didn't want to hurt you, but rather to pull you away from your friends and kick them out so that he could have you completely to himself.
You, in turn, gasped in pain and grunted as you fell to sitting on the clean floor and in the seconds that followed, eyes closing for fear of seeing what was happening, the only things ears picked up were the protests and screams of the other three boys accompanying you up to that point and the sound of the heavy front door of the mansion opening and closing with force.
Run, run, run, run. That's what was resounding in your mind, and that's exactly what you did after you opened eyes forcefully, saw a figure taller than you coming up the stairs again and feet clumsy tried to lift you up. Damn, you were fucked up, from the start, it was obvious that some shit was going to happen and you only agreed to enter the mansion because you felt falsely protected by Chifuyu.
And Kokonoi let you run through the dimly lit corridors and trip over your own feet several times. He felt alive chasing you around that mansion he knew like the back of his hand, he felt alive chasing the girl meant to be his. His, his, his, only his. The devil on Hajime Kokonoi's shoulder was whispering in his ears that you were just scared to accept his love.
Even in the deepest darkness, you were still his flaming red moon and that was precisely why, when his hands reached for your hips as you walked into a random room through the halls, he didn't push any harder than enough to make you fall back against the soft carpet without hurting yourself too much. At most, it would give you a purple mark on one of your arms or on a corner of your back.
— Please! I-I didn't do anything, I... Chifuyu's fault! It w-was he... — Kokonoi pressed you against the carpet and his body was on top of yours, between your legs, hands trying to push him away and feet trying to kick him, you looked beautiful, desperate for him.
Seconds later, you choked on your own saliva as you felt the cold lips of the vampire above you crash against yours in a suffocating, unexpected kiss, and in a thoughtless, desperate act, your teeth bit into his lips and Kokonoi grunted at your lack of cooperation. Just then a hand was wrapped around the base of your throat squeezing it and his mouth was sliding over your cheeks and neck.
— P-Please, I... did nothing! I swear, lemme-- — As you felt his tongue lick the area over your jugular, a moan of fear escaped your lips and you tried to slap the man's face above you and he promptly entwined his fingers in yours and pushed your hand against the floor.
— Your smell, damn it... — Kokonoi's eyes rolled upward as he gasped as he inhaled more of your body odor and a guttural, almost primal grunt escaped from deep in his throat and sent a shiver through his body. — Y'know how long I've been waiting for you? Oh, no, right? You must not even know you're my girl, you're too human to understand that, aren't you? — His tongue licked your jugular again and you shivered as legs tightened against the sides of his waist. — Stay still for me or I may accidentally bite you.
Your breath caught in the throat and fear began to flood your senses even more, until Koko forced hips against yours and his covered dick rubbed against your pussy. A shiver ran down your back and an unconscious whimper came from your lips as soon as those sharp fangs crawled up your neck making tiny, shallow cuts as he continued to rub his body against your.
Your mouth saying "No", "Stop", "Lemme go" as your body was trying to get more of the good friction of his cock rubbing against you.
Kokonoi licked at the droplets of blood escaping from the tiny and superficial cuts and moaned against your neck before sliding his body until he stood with the face between your thighs and brought hands to keep them away from each other before ripping your shorts off and letting the now useless fabric fall to the floor.
The noise startled you and you tried dumbly to pull away; and the vampire above you just sank his fangs into the soft, fluffy flesh of your thigh. The pain coursing through your body quickly and making you moan loudly before being abruptly replaced by a flame of pleasure beginning to creep through you and completely cloud your sense of right and wrong.
As he began to suck your blood from there, one hand was pressing on your clit above the fabric of the panties and your hands tangled in Koko's long white hair as if encouraging him to drink more of you. "S-So good" was what came out of your mouth as soon as his fangs disengaged from your skin and his tongue started licking the rest of the red liquid that escaped from those two small holes.
Just then Kokonoi's fingers were ripping through your panties too so he could start licking and sucking your wet folds as well as he had been doing it with your vital liquid seconds before, his lips still licked with fresh blood and making this fluid mix with the juices escaping from your pussy. And he couldn't make up his mind whether he would rather get drunk on your blood or your juicy cunt.
You felt dirty and at the same time in the middle of a sea of wonder, doubting your own sanity and fearing that your body would betray you even more. Your mind seemed to be on drugs, thinking strange things and nurturing a suddenly strange affection for the monster between your legs. You wouldn't dare confess your thoughts even to your own soul because how was it possible for you to desire that man so intensely like that? Was it his bite's fault? Probably.
— Fuck, you are so... — Kokonoi whispered against your folds now with his chin completely wet in the liquids of your pussy. — Perfect, you're so pretty for me. Do I deserve you? — You gasped, staring straight into his wildly dilated pupils, and seconds later your mouth was letting his slide the tongue between your lips in an intense kiss as his slender fingers slid up your crotch to invade your warm walls and begin to slowly fuck you.
As if he was afraid of breaking you and losing you.
It took very little time for his fingers to be deep inside you, fucking you at a speed that made the pain of his bites on your shoulders, neck and tits turn to luxury. Your head dizzy from the pleasure and also from the loss of blood, skin gradually being stained by sweat and little red drops, Koko couldn't control himself without leaving his lips and teeth far from your skin.
You were delicious to him, you were making him feel alive as his manly sanity gave way to his bestial need.
His hands went to shed the red clothes with gold detailing that he had been wearing up to that point and seconds later were holding your body still beneath him as your pussy throbbed on his cock through your folds.
You needed to cum so badly, you wanted to feel him inside you so badly that the choice to take one of your hands to his shaft and direct it into your entrance was completely yours and you both moaned in unison as soon as his tip hit against your cervix.
Your walls pulling him in further and further as if you didn't want him to come out ever again and your expressions of pure bliss made Kokonoi feel like he was having the impression of his inert heart beating hard against his chest. You looked beautiful beneath him, why did it take him so long to find you?
As he began to rail you raw, at an insane pace, your body contorted completely, the knot in the pit of your tummy tightening even more, nails digging into his pale back before your hands grabbed his hair to pull his face against your neck already marked with small holes caused by his fangs.
— M-More, please, hurt me more... — You weren't even paying attention to what was coming out of his mouth, your mind totally dizzy from his cock fucking you fast. — Wanna feel you drinking more-mhm! — Your head fell back just as Kokonoi sank those fangs into the sensitive skin of your neck once more and you felt that same tingling sensation of having your blood drained slowly, so slowly that it felt like his hips were slamming even faster into yours.
The more of your blood entered Koko's system, the less awareness you seemed to be able to hold. And it was so good to feel that the only thing forcing you to stay awake was the way your body was yearning to cum and the way the loud sounds of skin slapping skin resonated through the place.
The red stained lips of your vampire lover leaving kiss marks all over your face and tits and your walls milking him even more.
— Cum for me, my princess, cum for me all you want, wanna see you trembling for me. — He whispered in your ear as his white hair slid over his shoulders.
And seconds later you really were cumming and losing yourself in pleasure with mouth dumbly begging and moaning several "Please", "I-I need", your cunt squirting completely all over Kokonoi's dick and him continuing to fuck you through your orgasm while holding your limp body as if you were meant to be his cocksleeve.
A guttural moan escaped from deep in his throat and Koko minutes later was burying his cock in your tight pussy even more to finish marking you as his forever. His eyes rolled up as he saw you panting like a drooling mess beneath him and hands squeezing your waist hard enough to leave long finger marks there.
— Mine, mine, mine, all mine, that's you now. — His voice gasped as your walls finished being painted white and a silly smile appeared on his lips and your head nodded dumbly in agreement as ears failed to fully comprehend his sentences.
Your mind seemed to be breaking and Kokonoi didn't know that you could be this gorgeous, with thighs trembling and eyes looking empty like a doll because your limp body couldn't project even one action other than just pulling the vampire's above you closer.
Oh, he was going to take such good care of you for the rest of the night, watching you sleep in the large bed in his room that wasn't even used for anything before your arrival. You were to become his little vampire wifey. Do you know how long he had waited for you?
ㅤpairings: baseball player!getō suguru x afab!reader.
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part II; part IV.
"You look weird, Y/N..." was the first thing that came to your ears as soon as you arrived at the sports center the day after you literally had to spend more than half the afternoon with Nanami Kento's cum leaking from your entrance and licking the bottom of your panties as you tried to act normal because his parents were home on that fateful Tuesday.
And you answered at first: "I'm just a little tired..." with an embarrassed smile as your memory recalled the feeling of being able to see Satoru Gojo's blond friend forming a small bulge in the bottom of your belly.
As soon as your feet entered the center of the baseball court, you could see the team of Suguru, Satoru and Kento getting organized to finish making a formation that you honestly didn't know about. It wasn't as if you knew little about baseball, since you had gotten used to watching their practices almost every week, but before every game their team simply ended up wanting to invent new strategies that usually weren't even used because Gojo and Getou ended up deciding things on the court on their own and the coach didn't even try to argue anymore.
— Do you want to practice with us today? — Your friend asked, and you raised your eyebrows before sitting down on one of the bleacher seats.
— Nope, I'm so fucking tired today. — You sighed, leaning your back against the back of the bleacher seat. — I was even thinking of not coming here today. — Your eyes swept across the court and met Satoru's tall body whispering something in Suguru's ear before the two of them turned to where you were standing and you chose to pretend that you weren't feeling their attention on your figure.
— Y/N, y’know you don't have to follow me here if you don't want to, right? — Your friend asked and you nodded your head in agreement without answering anything vocal for the first few seconds.
— What time does the training session end? — She looked at you confused and you nodded to the baseball team. — Theirs. — Her confusion increased before turning into a small sideways smile and eyes soaked in amusement and mischief.
— Oh, you suddenly like baseball too much? — You coughed for a few seconds, wanting to get off topic.
— Don't you have practice with the cheerleaders now? Shoo! Shoo! Go practice with them. — A small laugh escaped her lips as she turned to walk away before glancing over one shoulder at you.
— I'll get back to you later, girl. — You rolled eyes before flashing a smile to mask the dry gasp you gave her because, deep down, you knew she wasn't kidding.
And then you were alone. Just you, your cell phone nervously being passed from one hand to the other and the impending feeling that one of those three would soon come to annoy or tease you, as always.
Honestly, today your stress and tension levels were going through the roof, hitting the glass ceiling in the sky and mercilessly piercing it. But they were too busy training for their weekend game, and it was the first time in the first 30 minutes since you had arrived at that sports center that you were really alone, without their attention on you, just watching the three of them play amongst themselves.
It was insane how well the three of them worked together. It was even... scary. While Gojou was in charge of almost all of the offensive moves, Getou and Nanami always seemed alert for the moment when they would need to back up their fair-haired friend. You could see why they were baseball's rising stars just by watching a concise practice where everyone was playing as if they were already in a real game.
Your eyes fell on the way the muscles in Kento's forearms flexed against the fabric of his shirt and then rested on Suguru's covered thighs and the way Satoru's Adam's apple rose and fell as more saliva he swallowed as the seconds passed to calibrate the way his body acted and moved. Just then, you swallowed dryly.
Were you going crazy? Completely insane?
A few days ago your body had refused anything coming from those three men, except perhaps Nanami who seemed the most decent of them, but now? It seemed that each of those three players had simply managed to invade every corner of your brain and announce that your thoughts now belonged to them.
While you were lost in thought, the practice break finally arrived and within minutes of being dismissed by the coach, Suguru Getou was crossing the court under the watchful eyes of his two teammates and leaning against the barrier that separated the bleachers from the court. The sound of him leaning on that spot made you wake up from the frenzy of thoughts inside your head and look at him with the head slowly rising.
— Do y’know what day it’s, doll? — You crossed arms over your breasts.
— Satuday. — Your voice trailed off in his direction as if stating the obvious, and a small smile appeared on his lips.
— Exactly, ready to go out with me? — Honestly, you wanted to answer no, but Getou's sideways smile was teasing you more than it should have been, and your only response was to roll eyes. — Oh, c'mon, answer using your own words, you always seem to have an answer on the tip of your tongue for me. — You shifted restlessly in your seat on the bleachers before standing up, leaning your hands on the iron barrier between the two of you, and leaning forward to stare into the deep dark eyes of the baseball player in front of you.
— Whatever, Suguru. — And although your body was appearing to have more daring attitude than his mind was expecting, Getou could smell and almost taste your lack of courage to speak firmly to him. You were too good for that. — Where are we going?
— Where do you wanna go? — You raised an eyebrow.
— I... hadn't really thought about it, honestly. — A small smile appeared on his lips and you looked away.
— OK, OK, you have like… thirty, probably forty minutes to decide where you want to go with me before my training session ends today. Then I'll shower and wait for you outside the center in my car, is that okay for you? — You swallowed slowly and ran your tongue over lips before nodding.
— Which gate?
— The main one, obviously. — A shiver ran down your back and you nervously clenched your cell phone in hands.
But you didn't have time to give Getou another idea, because his coach was calling him back to the court and you hadn't even noticed that your body had leaned further as the minutes passed. As if you wanted to get close enough to his pretty face to feel his calm breath against your face.
Anxiety began to bubble up inside you, especially since, deep inside you, it was already obvious how your date with Suguru was going to end. Your mind began to question, "Where would he like to go?", "Damn, I don't know what kind of place he likes..." and you rolled your eyes as realized that you were caring too much about how Getou would feel depending on which place was chosen.
And then you remembered a place that you had always wanted to visit, but never had the opportunity to do so. "Yeah, sounds good!", resounded in your mind in thought form as you watched Getou, along with his friends, walk to the locker room of the sports center and minutes later your feet were going to the main gate to wait patiently and nervously for him.
— Ready? — Suguru's voice rang out behind you, and your eyes, as soon as you turned toward him, slid down his body. — Don't look at me too much, I'll be shy! — Your lips couldn't help curving into a small, amused smile.
— Is it okay if we go to Tokyo Skytree? — One of Getou's eyebrows lifted.
— We could try, I'm not sure if it's open today. — He retorted, putting an arm around your shoulder, turning you to face the gate's exit and starting to walk to take you with him.
Once you were sitting in the passenger seat of Suguru's car, it took less than two minutes for him to help you put on the seat belt, put the key in the ignition and turn it to start driving to Sumida City. At the second corner to the right that he turned, you leaned over to turn on the car radio and put it on a station where the songs seemed to be more or less to your taste, and Getou glared at you.
— May I? — He asked and your eyebrows rose before your eyes saw one of his hands disengage from the steering wheel and rest on one of your legs.
Your back sank into the passenger seat and breath caught in the middle of the throat. His palm was still inches away from your thigh covered by the shorts, but still, it was as if you could feel how warm his skin could be. Even without direct contact.
— Yes. — You answered briefly, looking away from the window as his hand brushed against your thigh and his fingers slowly squeezed the inner side of it, as if Getou was enjoying the feeling of squeezing such a soft part of your body.
As the minutes passed, the more tense your shoulders became and the less courage you had left to face Suguru. The only sound inside the car was the radio on. His fingers gripping and pressing and then loosening their grip on your thigh several times and indirectly causing your body to simply let go too much with the tingling sensation slowly beginning to appear between your legs.
And it was good. Torturous, but good. Spending long minutes with Suguru enjoying the unpredictability and leaving you not knowing if his long fingers were going to slide a little higher or not. Him acting like he didn't know what was eating you up inside made your pussy clench around nothing and teeth bite your bottom lip.
— We're here, doll. — His thumb stroked your thigh twice before the car was parked and you could see the tall transmission tower a few feet away from where he had stopped.
Your legs were limp with just a few squeezes of Suguru's hand, and just in case, you found yourself taking the liberty of clinging to his arm in a small, shy hug as the two of you walked to the Tokyo Skytree entrance at a fairly slow pace. Your panties clung to your folds more and more, in accordance with the way your thighs rubbed together as your body moved to buy tickets with your companion.
— Everything ok? — Getou asked trying to mask a sly smile as the two of you got the tickets for the top floor of the broadcasting tower and walked to the elevator.
— Uh-hm. — You murmured, taking a deep breath as you felt like your heart wanted to jump out of your mouth and rush out.
During the little over a minute it took the two of you to get to the top floor of the tower, at no time did Suguru's dark orbs stray from you, sliding down your face and over your covered breasts and then down your legs exposed by those shorts.
And as one of his arms went around your shoulders to guide you out of the elevator, you had to press thighs together as you felt your panties get a little wetter from his actions that weren't necessarily sexual or lewd.
— Wow... — You whispered as you saw how beautiful the panoramic view of practically the entire city of Tokyo was as seen through the glass on the sides of the tower and leaned on the massive iron bar that served to separate visitors from the tough glass there. — How beautiful! — A wide smile was drawn on your lips and Getou stood beside you, watching not only the way your body reacted but also the sun that slowly began to set.
His breath hitched against your cheek and you were distracted by looking down and sideways as one of his arms tightened around your waist, initially in a protective move to keep you from moving too far forward. And then his hand slid down your lower back with the slow rhythm of the shiver that ran down your back.
— Suguru... — You called out without looking at him, your mind trying to push away thoughts of how his fingers would feel against your folds and inside you.
— Hm? — Getou asked back with his index and ring fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts and your thighs promptly pressed against each other for perhaps the hundredth time. — Want me to help you?
— You did that on purpose, didn't you? — Your voice was a whisper and eyes went from side to side to see other people walking around and not even paying attention to the two of you.
— What? What I did? — Suguru leaned toward you, brushing his lips against your earlobe and sliding his hand gently into your shorts, as if testing whether you wanted to continue or not. — The only thing I ever did with you, if I remember correctly, was put my hand on your thighs… — He whispered as two of his slender fingers pressed against the bottom of your panties, just above where your throbbing entrance was. — And all this wetness here, hm? Is it that easy to get you turned on, doll? How cute.
He left a kiss on the back of your ear and you desperately put a hand over your mouth without really wanting to move away from the man next to you. You needed so badly to get rid of the tight knot forming in the bottom of your belly that you even tried to thrust hips against his hand that made circular motions over your covered clit for a few seconds before pulling your panties aside and caressing your wet folds.
— Fuck, your pussy is so greedy, pretty thing, I can even feel you pulsating every time my fingertips pass through your hole, do you really need something to fill you up? — You looked away from the clear glass in front of you both and swallowed dryly without trusting your own voice to answer, probably if your lips were to open now, the only things that would come out would be moans or whimpers. — Satoru had warned me about how impatient you were to get fucked, but today I guess you decided to behave with me, didn't you? — His fingers entered you slowly, the exhilarating sensation of having your walls slowly widening to accommodate them was enough to make you spread legs a little wider and squeeze the iron bar beneath you harder.
Getou's digits slowly moving in and out of your pussy and you forcefully trying to force hips back and forth as he did. The wet sound coming from between your legs made your eyes roll up and you had to bite the back of your hand over your lips to keep any sound from escaping from your throat.
And he continued in a slow rhythm, curving his fingertips from time to time just to stroke against your G-spot and feel more of your juices escape your entrance and wet his palm. You weren't staring him directly in the face, but you knew, could feel, that there was a lewd and almost cruel smile decorating his thin lips.
— Want it faster? — His voice was lower now, almost like a purr, and a shiver ran down your back quickly and made your walls clench around his fingers. Your head nodded desperately, the knot in the pit of your stomach beginning to tighten even more. — So why don't you try begging me? You know how I like your voice, don't you? — Your hand moved a little away from her mouth.
— Suguru, can you ple-ahn! — Your palm suddenly latched onto your lips again because Getou had delivered two quick, hard thrusts against your walls in a move just to make you flinch.
— C'mon, you can do better than that. — You gasped, noticing his fingers starting to make scissor-like movements.
— I-I cannot, fuck… — Both your hands now gripped the iron bar of the transmission tower and Suguru's chest rested on your back. — Please, Sugu'... — His fingers reached deeper inside you as he heard you call him by a previously non-existent nickname.
And, maybe because of the tension of probably having someone watching the exhibitionist scene of the two of you, maybe because Getou had already made you horny minutes before you both arrived at your final destination, your body was cumming. Your feet stubbing toes painfully, muscles spasming, fingers gripping the iron bar in front of your body tightly, eyes rolling up and the hand over your mouth sinking a little deeper against your lips to try to suppress the several moans escaping your throat.
All this while your pussy squirted all over Suguru's fingers that never stopped moving against your gummy walls. Your shorts and panties getting wet and Getou's palm spreading your juices all over the region of your intimacy before leaving your empty interior with nothing to clamp down on.
— Uh-hm… — Suguru murmured, moving her head from side to side and looking around before bringing her fingers to her lips and sucking on them while giving a naughty, nonchalant wink to a young man who looked no older than you two who had the misfortune, or luck, to walk up to that part of the tower at the very moment you orgasmed. — You're so messy, doll, that's why I like you, y’know? — He left a kiss against your cheek and watched the way your breasts were rising and falling rapidly, his cock, hard from the moment his fingers slid into your tight cunt, seemed even tighter as he saw you completely fucked up.
Getou's initial idea was not to end up sliding into the bathroom with you and pressing you against the sink counter there. Quite the opposite: it was to make you have to endure having your panties nailed to your folds by your public orgasm while he drove to his house. But to see you completely fucked without even using his dick to do it was too much for that young brunette man's near-perfect sanity.
And the next thing you knew his hands were already pulling your shirt off and shorts down, getting rid of his clothes as your legs wrapped around his wide hips and his lips were on yours in a passionate kiss. As if Suguru had been waiting almost years to kiss you.
His fingers felt so soft against your skin that you didn't even care that you were about to fuck in the bathroom of a public place. Getou threw all your worries and problems away as he put hands on your hips to pull your body as close as possible and slid his lips from yours to suck and lick your breasts.
Your nails dug in and left reddish scratch-like marks on his bare back as Suguru bit into your neck and slowly slid into your already extremely sensitized cunt. You both moaned at the same time, but different things. "Sugu'”, "Fuck".
The way your pussy tightened around him was even better than the way it did around his fingers.
— You're so desperate to get fucked, aren't you, princess? — Getou whispered against the skin of your neck as he moved back and forth, back and forth to your tight entrance. — You just came a few minutes ago and yet your pussy is taking me so well.
You sank your face against his neck and hugged his shoulders as his hips began to thrust hard against yours. You could feel his dick kissing your cervix and causing your overstimulation to increase dramatically.
Neither of you were even concerned with stifling the moans and whimpers that were louder than the sound of skin on skin slapping resounding through the place. In fact, both you and Suguru were busy moaning into each other's mouths between the various kisses exchanged.
One of his hands migrated from your waist to your swollen clit and proceeded to rub it without much force or pressure, just enough to make you clench around his dick as if to expel it from inside you and eventually thrust you into another intense orgasm that clouded your vision with something you swore was stars. And Getou fucked you through your new climax until he felt his cock twitch against your walls and, in an erratic, deep thrust, pour all his warm cum into your pussy.
His head fell back, and you leaned on the bathroom counter behind your body, your breath quickening more as you saw how gorgeous Getou Suguru, with cheeks flushed, black hair cascading down his shoulders and Adam's apple rising and falling rapidly, looked.
It was inevitable for you to tangle fingers in his soft hair and pull his face toward yours to take his lips in a panting, needy kiss. The rapid breathing of the man above you mingled with yours, and his body embraced yours in a tender squeeze that made you want to never leave.
But you both still needed to get home.
And Getou still had a game scheduled for Sunday with Satoru Gojo and Kento Nanami.
content + warnings: 18+, including: dilf!toji, manhandle, spitting, daddy kink, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of school girl!reader maybe, breeding kink, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, age gap, a bit of size kink, thigh riding
pairings: toji fushiguro x fem!reader
— note: this is a bit inspired by: Love Without Tragedy by Rihanna.
— jjk masterlist.
Red lipstick and a broken heart trying to be concerted by the petals of your conscience and your friends who said that "he didn't deserve you anyway". And honestly, you didn't know where exactly you were getting the strength from to get out of bed that Monday and go take a shower before heading painfully to your first class in the morning.
He used to be the boy you loved with every cell of your body and soul, he stole the best years of your freshman life at the university, and now you were a senior who had neither the animation nor the patience to welcome the incoming freshmen that year. Despite having Kugisaki and Megumi fervently cheering you on while Itadori was too busy still dealing with the problem of sending documents to the college, your heart was still fatally wounded and your dignity no longer existed as your tears had wiped it off the face of the earth during that morning shower and you couldn't help but be tempted to put on makeup good enough to mask your dark circles under your eyes and downcast face.
"Are you coming today?", Nobara asked excitedly on the other end of the line as you were already leaving the house and taking the long way to college.
— Do I have the option of not going?
"No, of course not.", Nobara replied with a slight laugh that was well intended to cheer you up a bit, "We can have a movie night tonight, to cheer you up."
— At whose house? At mine that won't be, it's a mess. — You grumbled.
"At Megumi's or Itadori's, of course. During lunch I'll buy soda and food with Yuuji and you convince Megumi to let us break into his house today.”
— Why do I have to convince Megumi? You came up with the idea.
"Because I'll be busy, simple. And Fushiguro doesn't take me seriously.", and then you sighed heavily, already noticing that you were less than a block away from entering the college grounds.
— Okay, I see what I can do.
Kugisaki told you that she was waiting for you in the classroom, and you replied that you were already there. And then something distinctive caught your attention. It was strangely easy to spot something different in the landscape of the university entrance because usually it was always the same: university students rushing to settle personal matters or to classes they are late for, or also students who came to see what the college was like before the university application period.
But today was different. There was a tall man fully dressed in black and gray leaning against a motorcycle that looked as if it had been taken from an action movie because it was so well equipped and large. He looked relaxed, and yet he still possessed an aura that could kill you with a single punch. Attractive and devilishly dangerous with that leather jacket highlighting his strong arms and broad shoulders. Forcing your eyes a little, you could notice a scar close to one of the corners of his lips.
— What's the matter, little girl? — His deep voice reaches your ears, but your mind whispers to you that he probably wasn't talking to you at the same time that your heart starts to beat out of control and your head turns from side to side trying to check if there is someone behind you. — Yeah, I'm talking to you. — He smiled sideways.
— Uh... hmm... none, sorry. — Your cheeks started to heat up and you wanted to punch yourself in the stomach because usually a simple man couldn't disconcert you like that, and then your eyes fell on his collarbones, well marked by the black shirt he wore under his jacket, and your mouth suddenly felt too dry.
— What exactly are you apologizing for? — The man asked as he placed one of the helmets on the motorcycle seat, if there were two helmets maybe he brought some college girl? — For eating me with your eyes or staring at me? — And then you choked on your saliva and coughed desperately for air trying not to drop the folders in your hands and he seemed amused by your reaction.
— I-I... — Your fingers squeezed the folders and you had to look away to think straight. — I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn't mean to.
— I am not, it's great to be lusted after by younger girls. — He replied, but before he had a chance to continue his onslaught someone approached from the diagonal.
— Dad! — And then you choked again seeing that the one who was referring to the man in front of you as "dad" was Megumi. — Oh, Y/N? — He looked confused looking from you to his own father. — Anyway, they didn't have what you wanted at the pharmacy, next time you'll buy it yourself. — The young Fushiguro spoke to the older man, but seconds later, noticing the mortifying silence that settled over the place as you stared at his father, he spoke up: — And we are almost late already, let’s go, Y/N. — Megumi took one of your arms and started to guide you away from the motorcycle and closer to the interior of the college.
— You never told me you were interested in girls. — His father shouted more to embarrass his son than you, but the effect was the opposite, since you were the one with the burning cheeks.
— Shut up, Toji. — Megumi shouted back as he continued walking. — Did he say shit to you? — He asked you when the two of you were already walking down the halls to your classroom for the first class of the morning.
— Not really, no. He seems... fine. — You tried to talk as if you didn't have dirty thoughts running through your mind especially after remembering the older man's collarbones and scar, and still Megumi gave you an accusing look.
— Don't try to fuck my father, that's disgusting. - Your eyes widened.
— I wasn't thinking that, you idiot. — And then Megumi let out a loud laugh.
— I know, I was just trying to amuse you. — He shrugged and left you standing in front of the door. — See you at lunch?
— Yes, of course. — You answered, and then suddenly remembered Nobara's request on the phone earlier. Your hand held one of his arms so that he wouldn't walk away without listening to you. — Megumi, can we have a movie night at your place tonight? Nobara came up with the idea of doing this to cheer me up a bit. — He seemed to become suddenly tense.
— I'll have to at least let Toji know that there will be people coming home today. — Megumi answered vaguely and shrugged. — I'll send a message to Kugisaki and let her know if it's on or off.
Nodding your head positively, you gave your friend a slight smile, and then for the rest of the day your mind concentrated on paying attention to your classes, your scheduled seminars and the pile of work you still had to do. There was no time for your heart to pound with grief over the loss of your now ex-boyfriend, but there were several minutes when you had to chase away persistent thoughts of Megumi's dad. But looking at him wasn't enough, your hands wanted to explore his body and leave marks everywhere, that's what you thought until you felt ashamed, pushed the thoughts away for a few brief minutes and then thought about it again. In a vicious loop.
When you were having lunch with Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki, your head tried to focus on their conversation as much as possible, but looking at the man with black hair and beautiful eyelashes reminded you of Toji and your hands started to break into a cold sweat. It had been a frustrating, tiring day, but secretly you were a little excited to see your friend's father again.
— Don't take too long, okay? — Nobara spoke after dropping you off and leaning against the hallway wall, and you nodded positively before going to your room to pack a backpack with some pajamas and an outfit in case you and the other two friends ended up falling asleep while you were at Megumi's house.
It didn't take long before you two were ringing the doorbell of the Fushiguro’s house and from the loud sound from inside the house you both could tell Yuuji had already arrived. Suddenly, Y/N felt nervous not knowing who would answer the door. Would it be Toji? "Damn", you thought as you saw exactly him calmly opening the door. This time he wasn't wearing very dark clothes, it was just gray sweatpants and a white v-neck shirt that still highlighted his beautiful collarbones.
— Is that them? — Itadori shouted from another room in the house.
— Yes. — Megumi, who was looking at the two girls standing in the doorway over Toji's shoulder, answered. — You may come in.
Toji moved to the side letting you two into the house and, using the personal excuse of being embarrassed, Y/N walked in with her head down. And partly, in fact, it was true that you were embarrassed, but your mind knew that your eyes wanted to take a good look at the older Fushiguro's thighs and cock. It was impossible not to look at those parts of his body, especially with that kind of pants.
But then Toji gave himself the right to go up the stairs to the upper floor of the house and out of your field of vision when Megumi asked you and Nobara which movie you wanted to watch and she answered that a drama movie. And then the four of you started to watch the movie comfortably, until you started to feel the straps of your own bra start to press painfully against the skin of your shoulders.
— Can I go to the bathroom? — Y/N asked Megumi, who pointed to the steps of the staircase diagonally across from the sofa.
— First door on the left. — You nodded and walked up the stairs carrying your backpack, intending to get rid of your bra and also put on the comfortable pajama top that had been brought.
From the hallway you could hear the low sound of another TV escaping through the gap in a tall door. It was probably Toji's room, such a thought raced through your mind, and you shrugged as you entered the bathroom, leaned against the door, and began to remove your bra and change into your shirt. It was inevitable to sigh in relief as you felt your shoulders less tense and sore and your hands groped your breasts just for the personal pleasure of feeling them free now.
— Hmm, may I come in? — A muffled voice was heard behind the door and instinctively you quickly removed your hands from your breasts.
— Just a minute. — Y/N answered, shoving the previously worn blouse into her backpack and almost running toward the door, slowly opening it.
You looked forward and found yourself facing a bare hard chest as you waited to see a long hallway with four different doors. Toji was now shirtless in front of you and your cheeks burned a little, which got a little worse when your brain short-circuited, your hand rested two fingers against the warm, somewhat soft skin of his chest, and you pulled away slightly so that you could look him in the eye.
— I'm sorry. — Your hand finished opening the door and there was again a sideways smile on Toji's lips
— Are you going to sleep here? — He asked, sliding his gaze over her shoulders, breasts and abdomen freely, without any embarrassment.
— No, actually. I just changed my shirt to be more comfortable.
— Got it. — Toji looked you straight in the eyes again, but yours were already gliding across his face until you found the scar close to his lips.
— How did you get this scar? — You felt the need to prolong the conversation just to get a better record of his face.
— You're pretty curious for someone apparently shy. — He remarked, his eyes sparkling with a gleam that you couldn't quite identify what it was. — When I was younger, we could say I wasn't the friendliest person in the whole world, so I got into a few fights. — Toji shrugged, as if this was not relevant information
How old are you? — A mischievous smile slowly drew on his lips.
— Old enough to be your dad.
"Then maybe I can call you Daddy", was the first thing you thought, but there wasn't enough courage in you to flirt shamelessly, especially with Megumi or the other two able to eavesdrop from downstairs.
— I think I've been here with you long enough. — Y/N answered, putting the backpack on her back and walking past Toji, but just as her feet were about to start down the steps, the older Fushiguro called her out.
— I think you forgot something, little girl. — You turned back in confusion, and in his hands was your bra. Toji threw the piece of clothing toward you through the air without much force to fall gently onto your palms that had opened toward him. — The next time you forget something like that inside my house, I'll keep it for myself. — You frowned, assuming that he was implying that there was possibly something between you and his son.
— Me and Megumi, we don't... — Your shoulders shook without your mouth finishing the sentence.
— I wasn't talking about him exactly, you're very naive, not that that's a problem for me. — He went into the bathroom and eventually you were alone again.
Feeling more embarrassed than the first time you had seen Toji earlier at the university entrance, you joined your friends again in the middle of the movie and were grateful that none of them had bothered to ask if anything had happened in the bathroom because of your delay. Eventually Nobara fell asleep on your shoulder after eating two pieces of the pizza Megumi had asked his father to buy, and Yuuji began to yawn almost pushing the son of the owner of the house off the couch.
— I knew they would both end up sleeping. — Megumi grumbled, pushing Itadori aside and getting up from the sofa. — There are two guest bedrooms upstairs, you and Nobara can use both of them and Yuuji sleeps with me, or one of you can sleep with me and the other and Itadori in the other bedrooms.
— I think it's better that Yuuji better sleep with you. — Y/N replied looking at Kugisaki, who was starting to fall off her shoulder.
And then Fushiguro woke the almost sleeping Itadori to go upstairs while he carried Nobara up the stairs and you accompanied him carrying both your and your friend's backpack. After tidying Kugisaki up in bed and getting Yuuji changed, Megumi spoke to you before leaving you alone in the guest room:
— If you feel hungry, you can go in the kitchen and get something to eat during the night. And, well, you already know where the bathroom is, and so does my room. If anything happens during the night, you can call me or him. — Megumi pointed to the door of Toji's bedroom, and you nodded positively.
And then you laid lazily on the slightly uncomfortable bed in the room and tried to relax. Almost, almost, sleep caught up with you, but your evil brain began to make you think about the fact that Toji was only a few miserable doors away, and the anxiety began to corrupt you rapidly, like a corrosive acid. But even though you wanted to go knock on his door, you forced yourself to sleep, especially since the day had been exhausting.
The next day, just like the rest of the week, Y/N didn't get to see Megumi's dad, and he didn't make much of a point of talking about his father either, after all, why would his friends be interested in him, right? All the other days of the week, her mind focused more on trying not to think about her ex-boyfriend and also not to think about Toji, just college business.... And then came the next Thursday of the successive week.
And there was Toji Fushiguro, leaning against his big motorcycle, but this time with only one helmet and different clothes. Honestly? You didn't know if you should go talk to him or not, if you should just walk right by or not. But, in the end, your mind tricked you into choosing the second option, and your feet awkwardly made their way to the college with your eyes struggling not to check the man's reactions.
— Can I have your number, little girl? — Toji asked in a tone loud enough for you to hear.
— What? — You looked away, wringing your hands nervously.
— I asked if I could have your number. — One of his hands swung his cell phone toward you.
The first thought that crossed your mind was, "What if someone sees us together and tells Megumi?", but honestly, Megumi probably wouldn't be interested in your sex or love life, even if it was with his father.
— Maybe, if you take me for a motorcycle ride today.
— You're wearing a skirt, are you sure you'd want to do that? — Toji suppressed a playful laugh. — You could have a ride somewhere more comfortable than my motorcycle today.
You narrowed your eyes and bit the inside of your cheek, realizing that you were entering dangerous territory in a game of seduction that Toji knew and played better than you.
— Will Megumi be at home?
— He has an internship today. — Toji replied, drumming his fingers on his helmet.
— Wait for me after four o'clock then. — You replied and walked back toward the college as you felt his eyes fixed on your ass.
Throughout the day you felt uncomfortably nervous and Nobara even asked you if everything was okay several times at different times. The only answer your mind formulated was a simple positive head movement, because honestly you felt embarrassed to be interested in a friend's dod, even though this father was extremely attractive and did not reject your shy and restrained advances. He was just so nice, fine.
Fine enough to make you press your thighs together to try to relieve the sexual tension as your legs walked towards the Fushiguro house. And when you got there, it didn't take long to see Toji opening the door wearing only black sweatpants. You went inside and closed the door, nervously watching the older man, who sat comfortably on the sofa in the living room and called out to you with his index finger. As you stopped in front of him, one hand patted his lap and the other was placed on your thigh covered by your skirt. Slowly, Y/N took her seat sitting on his covered cock.
— Why do you look so tense, hm? — Toji asked, squeezing your thigh without too much force and you moved slightly against his hip. — Are you a virgin by any chance? — Your cheeks heated up.
— N-No, you just make me nervous. — Y/N replied, shrugging slightly.
— Do I? — He pretended to be surprised as he slid his hand up her skirt and pushed his fingertips against her covered pussy. — Do I make you get your panties wet too? — Toji pressed his hips against hers and her hands rested on his shoulders for a few brief seconds.
— Fuck, yes. — You groaned, taking your fingers to the buttons of your shirt to undo them. — I've been thinking about you more than I should, I've been thinking about everything about you.
— So, why don't you show me how much you've been thinking about me, huh? — Fushiguro pulled her panties aside and stroked her pussy in slow circular motions while he brought his other hand to her face and pulled her closer to his. — Show me how much you want me and cum on my fingers like the dirty slut I know you can be. — His thumb slowly brushed over your lips and you opened them, your mouth filled by long fingers.
You grabbed his wrist close to your intimacy and guided two of his digits into your interior. And, fuck, they filled you so well. Toji's fingers were thicker and longer than yours, so the times he repeatedly curved them inside your cunt, their tips easily brushed and pressed that spot that made you roll your eyes having your body spasm with pleasure. "What a beautiful vision", the man would be thinking as he watched his beautiful college girl choking on his fingers while being fucked by the others.
However, he didn't move his hand against you much, meaning that he let you choose the pace and intensity, until you whimpered against his neck in a silent request for his fingers to move against you:
— Please, Toji, move your fingers. — Y/N said as she pulled away from Toji's digits that were preventing her from speaking and forced her hips against his hand.
— Can't you cum on your own? — He asked squeezing your chin to make you keep your mouth open. — Pathetic. — Toji spat on your tongue and closed your mouth to force you to swallow. — Pathetic slut. — And then he began to finger you in a relentless rhythm.
If Fushiguro wanted to make you cum in his hand, that's exactly what he got, and he even got a great view of your trembling body, your breasts rising and falling rapidly because of your rapid breathing and your head falling back in an intense pleasure you didn't know your body could achieve. While you were still clouded by ecstasy, his fingers snuck up to finish removing your panties and getting rid of your clothes covering your upper body. He wanted you only in your skirt.
— Look at my pet slut with her beautiful cunt leaking. — His fingers spread the folds of your pussy to see you twitching around just at his obscene words. — Just so nice. — Toji pressed the thumb against your sensitive clit and gave you a smirk before he sat you down on one of his thighs, began to move you there and also slowly stimulated your clit.
His body leaned down and his lips latched onto your breasts, sucking and licking them more intensely as your hips moved faster against his thigh. And occasionally Fushiguro would pull up her skirt and slap her ass hard enough to leave several finger marks across her skin; and it was on one of his slaps that a short, gasping, "Daddy" sneaked out from between your lips and hit Toji's mind as a twinge of intense pleasure coursed through his entire body.
— Say that again. — He ordered, grabbing her neck with the hand that had been slapping her ass before.
— Daddy... — Y/N groaned breathlessly as she continued to move her hips against Toji's thigh in a desperate attempt to cum again.
— Keep calling me that, be a good little whore for me. — His other hand continued to stimulate your clit, now at a more intense pace that managed to push you straight into the abyss of a orgasmic pleasure that you so desperately needed.
After that, Fushiguro held you still in place as he continued to press his fingers against your clit. He definitely wanted to bring you close to the level of almost passing out from so much lust running freely through your body, and so your legs instinctively closed around his hand. At the same time that you desperately needed to breathe because you felt like your lungs were burning from your intense panting, every fiber of your body was still clamoring for the stimulation that only Toji could give you at the moment, so it wasn't hard for him to force your legs open again with a sly smile on his lips:
— Come on, my pretty girl, give me everything you've got. — He made scissor-like movements against her walls and her hips automatically forced themselves against Toji's palm, even though her intimacy was already quite sensitive.
— Daddy, please... please, more, daddy... — Y/N sank her face into the curve of Toji's neck trying to stifle her own moans.
— What a great fuck toy you are. — His fingers curved and you gasped, feeling again that same pressure as before against your bottom that indicated that your third orgasm was approaching. — No matter how much I make you cum you keep asking for more.
And the more he moved his fingers frantically against your pussy, the more you felt your thoughts disappear completely and all that was left was only Toji Fushiguro, and his fingers, and the cocky smile he had no matter what the situation was. Those same fingers that made you squirt for the first time against his abdomen in a third, overwhelming orgasm and your cheeks heat up violently, especially after seeing Toji bring them to his lips looking more than just satisfied with his work with you. Fuck, you could fuck him several times, you could pass out from pleasure, and you still wouldn't ask him to stop or slow down with you.
— Think you can handle one more, pretty girl? — He asked, his hands reaching for his pants and underwear.
— Yes, Daddy. — Y/N tried to speak as firmly as possible with her heavy breathing.
Toji put one hand on your waist and the other on your chin and took the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss as he entered you slowly, which made you lose some focus on the kiss and moan against his mouth as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. He didn't let you get too used to the recent intrusion and started thrusting himself against you hard.
After leaving yours, his mouth slid down your neck and shoulders to leave sucking and biting the area before placing the hand that was on your chin on your neck. Eventually yours moans went from simple gasps and sighs to little "Daddy" that made Fushiguro's dick twitch against yours insides several times and grunts escape his lips.
— I will breed you like the desperate little whore that you are. — Toji stroked hard against you while squeezing your neck a little harder. — I bet you're going to love this, aren't you?
— Y-Yes, daddy, breed me, please. — Y/N moved her hips against his while maintaining eye contact with the older man's predatory eyes. — Fill me up completely, until I'm leaking.
Toji squeezed your waist tightly, tilted your body slightly until your hips arched a bit, and started a rhythm of thrusts against you that as a result made your mind go blank and your nails leave scratches on his shoulders. And your fourth orgasm didn't even take long to hit you almost as hard as the third because your whole body had been extremely sensitive for a long time; after fucking that man incessantly you would definitely be addicted to him, to his touch, to his dick, to his lips. Everything about him was addictive.
After making you cum for the fourth time, Fushiguro kept thrusting inside you until his cock forcefully contracted against you and filled you full of cum. By that point you had definitely become just a bunch of holes for him to fuck, and if your body wasn't already so sensitive you might want him to actually fill every possible place in your body with cum. When he withdrew his dick from inside your pussy, Toji pulled your hips up to watch the white liquid escape your entrance and used his fingers to push it into you again.
— Come here. — He patted his chest lightly, and you leaned your sweaty body against his as you lifted your head to look at him. His hands caressed your body and soon you found yourself being carried up the stairs. — I'm going to give you a long shower, and then I'll take you home. — Toji left a gentle kiss against your forehead, and you felt more comfortable than you really should have in his arms.
— Thank you, daddy. — You replied, and he couldn't suppress a satisfied smile.
And maybe from then on you continued to take advantage of the times when Megumi wasn't home or you weren't so busy with college to spend hours together.
I've seen that you've opened thirst ask👀 so can you imagine, demon sanzu disguised as a priest and nun reader....reader who is a sweet and timid nun, so devoted to her role that caught sanzu's eyes, i feel like they'll met in the garden near the church while reader is tending the flowers there, sanzu who at first want a little taste of the Sweet souls turns out wanting more (does that makes sense lol)
BITCH 💳💥💳💥💳💥 IM CREAMING CRYING CUMMING
and yes, that does makes sense, dw!
and i desperately need to elaborate something with this idea you presented, wait a minute
⚠️. ns/fw (and dark content, sacrilege, blasphemy) under the cut!
ok, ok, listen !
demon!sanzu would first of all test how you react to small touches, he is patient, at least 'til he can get his hands on you
demon!sanzu who, at the very moment when he would lay his eyes on you in the garden, would approach you slowly, asking you something like: "do you need help, darlin'?"
and you would say that you didn't want to bother him with this kind of "secular work"
but bother? nah, you wouldn't bother, you would entertain demon!sanzu
demon!sanzu who would ask someone to send you to his bedroom on some specific night and he, knowing that you were near the hallway to his room, would start masturbating moaning loud enough for you to hear from outside his room
and you would think: "should I leave? should I wait? would rev. haruchiyo be angry if I left?"
and in the end, you might have waited and sworn that you heard demon!sanzu moan your name a few seconds before he eventually came
demon!sanzu who maybe or maybe not would fuck you outside in the inner part of the shrine or in front of the church altar and if you moaned: "Oh, my god!", he would say: "Yes, that's me, your God"
ㅤcontent + warnings: 16+, including: heavy angst, toxic!kazutora so be careful, implicit depressive disorder, gaslighting, toxic relationship in general.
ㅤpairings: ex-bf!kazutora hanemiya x afab!reader
⠀— inspired by [x]
tokyo rev. masterlist!
a/n: phewww~ i don't know how to feel posting and writing this, but it's kind of... I don't know, i wanted to write something more heartbreakingly, sentimental and i guess the only way i could externalize it was by writing comfortless angst with kazutora lmao, but, anyway, a kiss to whoever is going to read this 'cause I broke my heart writing it!
Everything was going to be all right. It was going to be okay.
You had to convince yourself that it was all right to be able to go on living, even though you didn't have the strength for it. You had to force yourself to believe that it was okay because if you started thinking again, your bed would seem too desirable and become the only comfortable place for you to spend the rest of the week, and again would come the gritty days when you could barely get out of bed.
Your brain didn't know whether to force you to be happy to be away from him or to force you to taste more of the bitter taste of knowing you were alone. In reality, you just wished your brain could explain to you a little better why you were happier now without his presence, without his warm hands pressing against the tight spots on your back, without his soft lips brushing against your cheek in little kisses when the day was good.
If you could go back in time, for the Y/N of almost three years ago, you would have written a long and tearful letter to your younger self warning her that she needed to be smarter, that she needed not to get carried away by Hanemiya Kazutora's charisma and angelic smile, that she needed not to let herself become vulnerable and miserable.
In reality, that letter was right there, on the desk in your room next to the food your mother had left long minutes before because it was lunchtime. And you were still lying face down on your bed with your cell phone in hands not knowing who to text, if you should text. Were your friends waiting for you after all the time you had spent away from them because of Kazutora? He said that they were trying to turn you against him. Did his friends still like you? Did they condemn his conduct? Mitsuya? Chifuyu? Takemichi? Manjiro? Oh, wait, not Manjiro. Manjiro and him had been fighting for a while and how could you forget that now just when Mikey had been the topic of discussion between you two in the relationship several times because Kazutora said you were too close to him.
You took a deep breath and checked the time on the cell phone. It was almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon, was lunch still worth it? To make your mother less worried, maybe it was. Thinking about it, you slowly picked up the pieces of the fragment that still existed in your heart as fast as you ate the cold pasta that was so well made.
— Darling? — Your ears picked up from the gaps in the locked door of your room and your body cringed, you didn't mean to answer, you weren't ready to leave your cocoon yet. — You... wanna talk? Today you didn't even come downstairs for breakfast and I had made your favorite thing to eat in the morning and... — You could almost hear your mother's brain thinking carefully about the words, the last time she said something wrong and at the wrong time you burst into tears in the middle of the room remembering Kazutora. — I was wondering if you didn't want to go out today, how about it? Get some ice cream? Maybe go to the park? — You sighed heavily.
Everyone was trying to move on. Kazutora Hanemiya was moving on without even knowing or apparently caring that he had made you miserable. You needed to move on too, at least try, even if the snake venom was still tearing your will to live.
— Okay, mom... — Your voice came out less thick than a lint. — I'll just get ready and be right out. — And you didn't see it, but a bright, wide smile appeared on her lips as her eyes watered a little.
— Okay, ‘kay! — At least you could feel the enthusiasm evident in her voice. — Gonna wait for you downstairs, when you're ready, I'm ready. — You knew what that meant.
And minutes later, you were walking down the sunny street next to your mother trying not to feel uncomfortable by the way people walking down the street were looking at you. Your clothes were heavy, visually speaking. You seemed to be the depressed, tangled point of trouble in the midst of several people with their lives on the reins. But none of them had ever had a relationship with Kazutora Hanemiya.
The Kazutora Hanemiya who yelled at you when he was angry that you talked too much to Manjiro or went out with your friends unannounced and also the one who hugged you and wiped your tears minutes later telling you that you "didn't have to cry" because he "was there for you" and that he "wasn't going to yell again, wasn't going to make you sad again" because he loved you. And yes, Kazutora might love you, but he loved to hang out with his friends and go several days without giving you a single reply by text message while demanding that you satisfy yourself about every place you stepped into, he loved much more to keep you away from your friends and to implant palaces of lies and simulations in your brain disguised as truths that weighed less than a feather.
That day, your mind tried not to think so much about him or wonder if he was all right, since the last time someone had said something to you about Kazutora, it had been Chifuyu saying that "Tora is getting through all this in the best possible way, don't worry, Y/N". Your mother tried to cheer you up with ice cream and by taking you to the park, and even though you wouldn't admit it, feeling the kisses of the sunbeams and the cool breeze against your face reminded you a little of the you that was much happier away from Hanemiya, the you of before Hanemiya.
When you two arrived home, it was the first time in a long time that you held your mother's hand in human warmth as you walked home, and she was even a little startled to feel something, which was your fingers, rubbing against her palm.
— What do you think about me ordering takeout today? — She asked, her eyes sparkling as soon as you both got home, and you just nodded. — At your favorite restaurant? — And then a small and sincere smile, extremely sincere, broke out on your lips.
— I'd love it, mom. — You answered, and it was the first time in weeks that she heard the normal tone of your voice without being whiny or tired or sultry.
The look you two exchanged before you went to take a shower was understood by both parties as a "Thank you”. It was the first time your day had broken out of the usual tearful monotony: waking up, trying to brush your teeth, feeling your energy being drained even further, looking in the mirror and seeing no one with any dignity to live for, facing your bed and spending the rest of the day lying there unable to find a sufficient reason to get up and go try to live because your life before was just Kazutora.
Until you came out of the shower and were in the middle of putting on your pajamas, cell phone vibrated on your bed and you desperately went to get it, thinking it was one of your friends. In fact, you wanted it to be one of your friends and answered it without even looking at the screen.
— Sweetie? — And that voice.
That voice that to you now was a great symphony of martyrdom and anguish, that reminded you of all the times he said that no one would ever love you as much as he did. Your heart sank into a black hole of nostalgia, and your eyes watered. Had all your effort to live away from Kazutora been in vain? Didn't you deserve to be happy?
You remained silent, still holding your cell phone to your ear. Kazutora's breathing was heavy, as if he was exerting himself, and from the sound of the engine in the distance on the other line, it was easy to tell that he was driving something. Probably his Benz.
— C'mon, Y/N, answer your Tora. — Your stomach clenched and you closed your mouth tight, hand trembling, but still holding the cell phone. — Was three weeks enough for you to forget how much I love you? — Oh, he was drunk.
Of course, he could only admit his love for you when he wasn't sober. As always.
— Don't call me again, Kazu-- — He interrupted you with a muffled laugh and you felt a shiver run down your spine.
— Do you know where I'm going? Home, alone again, because a girl I like, you should know her, left me and I... — Kazutora coughed from the other side and a loud noise startled you, damn it, he was driving home completely under the influence. — Don't you want to come visit me? It's been a while since I've hugged you, I miss you, you know? I fucking miss you, sweetie, and...
The call dropped. And you squeezed the cell phone trying to keep listening until you gasped.
— Kazutora? — You called him and there was no answer. — Damn it! — You squirmed quickly trying to get the most comfortable clothes to leave the house and get ready to go after Kazutora, you just couldn't let him fuck himself. — Mom, I'll be right back! — Your voice shouted into the kitchen as your feet rushed down the stairs and before your mother could answer, you were already opening the door to the house carrying only your cell phone and your broken heart and rushing out.
You weren't running because you were worried about him. You were running because you were scared to death. What if he was trying to hurt himself? You hated the idea of him getting hurt more than the idea of you getting hurt. Your breathing was racing the way it did when Kazutora kissed you intensely or when he looked at you as if he was about to choke you with his bare hands, heart was pounding against chest as if it was going to pierce your ribs. The smell of rain was in the air, suffocating the one of tears running down your face as you approached his house.
And it was the fastest trip you ever made to Kazutora's place, but not fast enough for the rain not to start falling as soon as you knocked several, several times on his door. You thought he hadn't arrived yet, or worse: crashed on the way, until you saw him with his long hair tied up in a bun, clothes reeking of booze and eyes with dilated pupils opening that doorway.
As soon as he tried to lean in for a hug, you took three steps back, the rain beginning to wash over you.
— You came... — Kazutora spoke and a small smile crept across his lips and your frown creased.
And then you understood.
Kazutora called you because he knew you would go after him, knew you couldn't ignore him.
— Kazutora... — Your shaky voice came out barely louder than a whisper and your heart was aching to see him again, your hands were trembling and for the first time you were glad that the rain was masking your tears. — Fuck... Fuck! Kazutora! What the fuck, why you... fuck, leave me alone! I can't take it anymore! — All your anger that had built up for months was now being unleashed. — What the fuck do you want with me?! You know how fucking hard these days have been for me? — He looked at you surprised to see his previously sweet girl behaving this way, didn't you love him anymore?
— Y/N... I called you because I missed you! — Kazutora took two steps forward, walking out of his house and leaving the door open, and started to get wet in the rain the same way you did. — I wanted to see you again! You wouldn't take my calls, wouldn't even tell Chifuyu how you were, damn it! If you can't take it anymore, how about me? You're being too cruel to me. — Your breath caught in your throat.
Too cruel. To him.
He was really thinking that you were to blame for everything, that you were the villain of it all.
— I... — You started to speak, and your brain couldn't think straight. — Kazutora, I would never be cruel to you. Never. You know why? Because I loved you more than I loved myself, and you seem to have forgotten that as fast as you could get me away from everybody else. I loved you. You know, I loved you so much that not even after you treated me like shit did I say anything bad to anyone. You were my everything! You know that! — Now the tears could no longer be contained within your eyes.
— You talk as if I never did anything for you, Y/N. Don'tchu see how ungrateful you are being to me? — Kazutora tried to take your arms to bring you closer to him and you slapped his hands away, cringing against yourself because of the cold that was beginning to take over your body from the rain. — I treated you like a queen ‘cause that's what you were to me, I tried to keep you away from your friends ‘cause they were always trying to take advantage of you and-- — You interrupted him.
— Take advantage of me? Look at the shitty thing you're talking! They tried to warn me several times about you and I was stupid enough to trust you! — Your hands went to rub your eyes to try to stop yourself from crying. — Don't make me try to feel bad, Tora. I could try to write down all the times you've treated me well... and in the end it would just be an empty piece of paper... — A bitter laugh came out of your lips. — I... damn... — Your eyes burned with tears and you hated yourself for letting yourself cry again in front of that man. — What the fuck is your problem, Tora? — Kazutora tried again to approach you, and you pulled away again with hands in front of your body to try to keep him away. — I didn't want to be just another stop on your journey, I wanted to be your final destination. I gave you everything, my time, my loyalty, my happiness, if you asked for even my soul and my heart on a plate I would give them to you without a second thought, damn it, you know that. You know!
— Y/N... — He called you again and now, from his choked voice, it was obvious that he was starting to cry.
Crocodile tears, and yet your heart couldn't help but feel bad for making him cry for you.
— Don't say anything. I didn't finish speaking. — You spat the words in his direction. — The only one to blame here is you, Kazutora. You ruined everything that was good for me, for us, and every fucking time someone tried to tell me something bad about you, I told them that they misunderstood you. I tried to convince others that you were a nice guy, a nice boyfriend. — You took a deep breath, feeling your ribs suddenly ache. As if your psychological pain was somatizing your body. — Just fucking leave me alone... leave me alone, don't call me, don't try to talk to me, don't come after me, stop using Chifuyu to get at me... I'm tired, Tora. Tired.
You couldn't discern exactly what Kazutora was feeling through his face contorted into something resembling disappointment and resentment, but it didn't matter either. You didn't need or want to feel sorry for him. However, he barely tried to say anything or hold you when you turned around to walk out in the rain. Not an "I love you", a "Wait"; nothing. Maybe the rain washed away your pain and served to draw out the poison inside your soul to heal you.
