Nsfw yandere Tamaki Amajiki (or any character in bnha you see would fit the line) x reader force feeding because he’s insecure about the reader leaving him. Based of this line please “you’re not leaving me, so eat up.” Thank you!
I love force-feeding! Thanks for your ask, I do, however, want to be wary of including anything that directly addresses any form of fatphobia. Don't feel bad for asking, though! This is a very personal topic for me and I have not added fatphobia to my list of what I won't write for however, I want to be transparent about how I feel about this with my followers.
That said, I hope you enjoy the fic!
Subject: BNHA, Tamaki Amajiki aka Suneater
Title: Toxic Feast
Trigger Warning: Force feeding, non con, grinding, obsessive & possessive behavior, drooling, kissing
Tamaki ground his crotch against your distended stomach, moaning in your ear from his position on your lap. It didn't hurt but you were uncomfortable, stuffed full of the dinner he'd made you. And by dinner, singular, you meant dinners, plural, four to be exact. But that had become the routine with him, desperate to keep you full for his own fetish he disguised as "concern."
"You're so full," Tamaki whined. "You feel so good. You're full, right? You don't want anymore?"
You shook your head, dizzy from eating.
"That's okay," he panted, "that's okay. Once you start feeling hungry I'll get you something else, anything you want." Drool dribbled down his chin at the thought of getting you to eat again, you could practically see his thoughts as they formed, sorting through all the different food he could make to shove down your throat.
His hips ground faster against you, his precum staining his pants and your shirt. Tamaki pulled your head back to kiss you, his long tongue fill your mouth. His breaths were coming faster now, sharper. The noises he made grew needier and louder. He was close.
You tried to say his name but moving your mouth just let his tongue slide in deeper, rooting through you to find any space to fill. He didn't want to consume you but be consumed by you, to fill every breadth of space inside you with himself. It was a sickening form of love and you couldn't escape him even if you tried. Despite his thin frame, Tamaki was strong.
He broke the kiss, gasping your name as drool ran freely down his chin. The animalistic sounds of his pleasure made your core squirm even his he bullied his cock against your stomach. And with a final, growl he came, his seed rapidly soaking into his pants and your shirt.
He slumped onto your lap, nuzzling his face into your throat, his flat stomach against your distended one. "You're too pretty when you're full," he huffed. "I can't control myself." Slowly, he leaned back grabbing your face with his hands. The tips of his fingers sank into your cheeks, hard and unforgiving as his gaze darkened. "Promise you'll never let another guy feed you."
As if you wanted that. But you knew how to play this game and return him to his docile, albeit needy, self. "Promise," you said.
He calmed down, returning to resting his head on your shoulder. "You're never gonna leave me, okay? We'll be together forever. You and made and all the food you can eat."
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Summary: Everybody makes mistakes. Toji was yours. Now completely alone, you look forward to today’s date with your new admirer, but when you hear the ringing of the bell and open the door, your smile disappears.
You go through the small checklist in your hand to verify if everything is packed for the second time. The toothbrush, spare clothes, shower products, pajamas and the little plush dog. Toji stole it from the gas station on Megumi’s fifth birthday, when you angrily shoved him outside the door because he came back from his “work” without a gift and without congratulating Megumi.
Megumi loved this dog, was it because it was the only gift from his father that really suited Megumi? Or was it because he finally had a happy family that year? A smiling father, a woman who loves them and who sees Megumi as her own flesh and blood. You really don’t know.
All you know is that Megumi is your greatest treasure. You’re not his biological mother, but what does it matter? Only you would have found it better if Toji had shown as much interest and love for his son as you do.
Again and again you had quarreled. About the fact that Toji had forgotten Megumi’s birthday, never came to his school events, never picked him up as discussed by parties or similar. About Toji disappearing from now on, sometimes not giving you any sign of his life for days, weeks or even months, and then out of nowhere, as if he had a normal eight hours work shift behind him, he stepped into your apartment, threw his shoes into the corner, sat on the couch with a bottle of beer and turned on the TV with a “I’m home”. It was normal for him, but you were worried. Worried that he doesn’t come back.
Still, you had to stay strong, because Megumi was the one who didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t know his father had a dangerous job. You’ve been trying to make it clear to Toji that there’s another way to make money. A peaceful way without taking the lives of others.
Again and again you wanted to make it clear to him that your family is more important and that he should take more care of Megumi, but he never listened.
When he disappeared for almost half a year without saying a word, you had changed the locks and thrown away all his things. His look when he tried to get into the apartment was a mixture of anger and confusion. His eyelid twitched when you told him it was over between the two of you, and no matter what he was going to do now, Megumi is staying with you because Toji doesn’t have time to take care of him properly. But quickly his stiff mask was back on his face, as if he didn’t care what happened to you and his son.
Even if you wanted to cry and slap him in the face because he didn’t seem to care about you, you tried to pull yourself together.
“You really don’t mind that I don’t want to hand over Megumi to you?”
“Do what you want with that brat, he’d bother me anyway.”
You couldn’t pull yourself together when you slapped him in the face and the loud sound echoed through the hallway. Toji’s cheek was red, his eyes large and furious, unlike yours, who looked at him with hate and prickling tears.
“Be a fucking father to him! He’s your son! So at the very least do something with him twice a month on the weekend!” You shout the words at him, because Toji had already turned around a long time ago. Bored with his hands in his pockets, he stopped, turned his head towards you one last time, shrugged his shoulders, his eyes freezing cold. “We’ll see.”
At first, Toji thought it was just another one of your phases where you had been particularly annoying in trying to stop him from doing all his deeds. But he quickly realized that your words were serious, that you had really kicked him out. The sound of your voice, the words “Be a fucking father to him” slumber deep inside him as he tries to ignore them.
However, it didn’t take long for him to stand in front of the apartment you two shared, where he had laughed a lot, which was unlike him. He was here, just to do something with his son, like you told him. But early on, Toji showed you he is not reliable.
Because instead of taking Megumi every other weekend as promised, it was sometimes four weeks, sometimes even months, until on random days, whenever you were in a rush, he stood outside your door to pick up his son. Almost like he was trying to make your life harder.
“Mom, I’ll go now. Can you give me my bag?” Megumi's voice gets you out of your thoughts as he takes the little bag with the plush dog on the side out of your hand and looks at you questioning. His messy hair is like that of his father's as it falls into his face.
Barely visible, you shake your head, trying to forget the thoughts of Toji, and put on a warm smile. “You have your phone?”
“Yes, fully charged and I have the charging cable in my pocket.” He answers you with rolling eyes and pulls out a knotted cable and his phone.
You want to say something when he cuts off your words before you can pronounce them. “And yes, I’ll call you if there’s anything or if I’m in trouble.”
With relief, your tense shoulders drop before you run your hand through his dark hair and give him a kiss on the crown. “Have fun with Yuji and Nobara.”
Almost as if he was embarrassed to get a kiss from you, he rubs the spot your lips touched his skin, before he puts on his shoes and jacket and strolls to the door. “It’s just a movie night with some boring movies Yuji picked out.” He says indifferently and places his hand on his neck. “But… Thank you. Have fun with your… your date, mom.”
The redness and embarrassment that was on Megumi’s face now reflects in your expression. But before you can answer him, you hear the click of the door and Megumi goes through it. You can see him waving with a barely visible smile through the small glass gap of the door.
As soon as you no longer see him, you go into the bathroom to put on your make-up, do your hair and put the tight, black fabric of the dress around your body. It’s short, actually too cold for this time of year, but you feel so fantastic in this dress.
A few years ago when you entered a bar, it adorned your body too. It was the reason all the man’s eyes were on you when you twisted the head of a certain dark-haired man. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Toji is the past. Not with you now. And you don’t need him either. Your life goes on without him, with a man who puts a smile on your face now that you have to think about him.
Briefly, your gaze wanders on your mobile phone, on the bright display on which a message from Gojo has popped up. A simple emoji that has two hearts as eyes, that’s all. Simple, but effective. Shaking your head and smiling, you roll your eyes before correcting the red color on your lips and looking at yourself in the mirror.
You met him at Megumi’s performance at Tokyo Jujutsu High. He introduced himself to you as Megumi’s future teacher and you got into conversation. He was a bit clumsy with his words, couldn’t really flirt, but somehow he had made you laugh so much that your muscles in your face had hurt. And now here you are, ready for your evening with him.
Your smile twitches in the mirror as you suddenly hear the bell that rings through the empty house. With a loud heartbeat, your feet move quickly through the hallway. You are surprised because you did not expect Gojo so early, but it may be all the better this way. After all, you can spend even more time with the white-haired man who is mysterious, as well as funny.
Full of joy, with your biggest smile, you open the door. Just to remain as if rooted in a spot. Your body’s bubbling, it’s hot. Not because you’re happy to see Gojo. The man with the cool black sunglasses, the white hair and the mischievous grin is nowhere to be seen. Your body doesn’t radiate warmth because you’re excited and curious. It’s fierce because you’re looking at the person you least wanted to see right now.
“Toji... What the hell are you doing here?” You ask with your teeth grinding, the hand already on the door handle to close it again. Casually, with one arm supported on the door frame, the other hand on the door, the black-haired one looks at you.
“All dolled up. For what?” He laughs with a playful grin, but you just hiss.
“I don’t have time for this shit, you ass. What’re you doing here?” Still the door separates the two of you, making only half of your body visible to Toji.
Even if he can’t see you completely, he knows that’s the dress you were wearing years ago at the bar where you met. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, from your sexy ass barely covered by the dress. From your breasts jumping up and down as you strutted through the bar on your high heels to sit on a stool just a few chairs away from him. Only a few words had left your mouths as he made you moan in the small alley next to the bar. And before he knew it, this fiery one-night stand became a relationship, but it ended after years, like all the others.
“What do you think? I’m doing my fatherly duty, and want to pick up the little brat. You know, Megumi…”
You can’t avoid to roll with your eyes on this stupid statement. “Megumi is with his friend Yuji. The kids are having a Halloween night party. So no need to stay here any longer, especially since I don’t have time for you.”
Your voice is harsh, the eyes formed into a tight slit as you lean your weight against the door to close it. Yet, no matter how hard you try to push against the door, something is preventing you from closing. Irritated, you look down on the gap held open by a black shoe. Your gaze goes up and your eyes meet for a blink. Anger against indifference. At least it seems so.
Without a hint of a chance, Toji pushes the door open so that you stagger backwards with the force of his strength before closing the door behind him, walking past you with his hands bored in his trouser pockets.
“In the past, you used to be happy to see me, already took off your clothes in the hallway because your needy pussy just wanted to jump on my dick. And now you don’t even offer the man whose child you’re watching a drink?”
“Toji, get out of here! I got better things to do than feed your goddamn ass here. Go!”
But your words remain unheard, are only drowned out by a laugh. You should have known better, because it’s Toji you’re talking to. He had always done what he longed for. Rarely listened to what you said to him.
His voice gets quieter, his huge body disappears as he turns into the kitchen while you can do nothing but follow him furiously, the phone in your hand, which stood in the corridor on the commode, to call the police if necessary.
You can hear the squeak of the faucet. The cool water splashes into the glass before it touches Toji’s lips. You can see his Adam’s apple move rhythmically while emptying the glass. No matter how angry you are, you can’t deny he’s a fucking hot man.
Shaking your head, you try to forget your thoughts, get a deep breath before your loud voice echoes through the kitchen. “Put the damn glass down and hurry! I don’t have time for your weird behavior here!” The glass is already empty when you finish your sentence, while Toji puts down the glass, annoyed.
He clicks his tongue as he approaches you, the eyes again emotionless, changed to his usual mask. Only a few inches ahead of you he stops, musters you as if it were the most normal in the world. Hands clenched, you look up at him, trying to hide your insecurity.
“Why do you look like that? All dolled up, like a needy fucking whore.” He asks, brings his index finger under the elastic thin strap of your dress, pulls it to him to let it snap back on your skin.
You twitch at the slight pain. “None of your business!” You hiss. After all, he should not care that you’re seeing another man. He certainly had some women after you too.
“You’re my girl.”
“No, I’m not.”
“I guess I’ll have to show you where your place is, huh? Walking around here dressed up with the shortest dress you could have found to let another man in here and let him fuck you stupid…”
With each word, he continues to walk toward you, forcing you to dodge backwards until your back hits the cold kitchen wall. Toji’s warmth touches your body. His big hand wraps around your cheeks, causing you to look up at him. “Megumi doesn’t need another man as a father in his life. And neither do you.”
Furious, you mutter, trying to grab his wrist with your delicate hands and push him away from you, throwing the phone to the ground, but his grip remains stable. Just when you want to say something, open your mouth, he takes the chance to rub his thumb over your spread lips.
“You know, only I can give you what you need. Only I can satisfy your whore-like desire. And that’s what I’m gonna teach you today. My name will be the only thing coming out of your throat. You’re gonna scream it so loud until you’re sore and hoarse, doll.”
His sharp voice enters so deeply into your core that your whole body trembles. An icy shiver runs down your spine. In the past, his words, his eyes, would have aroused you. You would have gone along with this game. But not today. Today, the sight of him only upset you. That this man could ever make you moan again, impossible.
Enjoying sex with a person you can’t stand is simply not possible. Your gaze wanders from Toji for a moment, over to the red-lit clock on your oven. It won’t be long before your date with Gojo starts. You have to get Toji out of here.
Again, you push him away, use your legs this time, and look fiercely into those green eyes. “Fucking cut the crap, you asshole. Cut it out!” You yell, but you won’t impress him by fumbling around. He just spat quietly before his hand drops off your face and wanders to your thighs to lift you up. If you were still together, that would have put you in such a mood. These huge palms on your skin, how his hand can lift your legs with ease and how these lips look at you thirsty. But you are not together.
“Toji stop it!” You say when you realize your legs can’t meet the floor anymore. You still feel the wall on your back. The rough plaster scratching your flesh. But even worse, you feel the fabric of his pants, the bulge that creeps up and down between your legs.
Your heart beats faster, your body gets warm, and your fear gets bigger and bigger. If he now notices that you-
“Don’t you find it rude to wear the necklace I bought you back then?” He breathes a naughty grin at you before burying his head in the crook of your neck and starts licking the fine silver and your collarbone.
“Ngh…” Gnashing your teeth, you try to suppress your moans from the memories that suddenly float through your head. All the aroused kisses, his voice, his thrusts. But that was in the past… “Shit Toji stop or I’ll scream!”
“Stop acting like that, you whore. Thought that’s what you’re after today. A quickie. Harsh, without feelings, aggressive and anything but innocent. Just look at you… You think I didn’t notice you didn’t even wear panties? Like back then, huh? Do you think it’s okay to dirty my pants like that? Don’t you think you should make it up to me?” He whispers in your ear, his stiff cock still on your bare folds.
You sense how you’re soaking the thick fabric, knowing you’re caught. Of course, he wouldn’t miss it. After all, your dress slipped up when he had lifted you up, the legs spread right and left of his body. A bad feeling comes to your mind. You get sick with every breath he leaves on your neck, with every movement his massive dick makes at your core.
“Fushiguro Toji, I’m gonna say this one last time. Put me the fuck down, or I’ll scratch your eyes out, you assh- Ah!” You can’t finish the sentence, yet it’s interrupted by your own cry as Toji grabs your thighs harder and lifts you even higher. So high that he placed your thighs on his shoulders, one hand firmly on your leg, the other spread on your chest, while fixing you between the wall and him.
Big hands, warm, buried in your flesh like back then. Hands that could always satisfy you had brought the most beautiful sounds from you. Too many lustful memories flood your thoughts, falsify your gut feeling. His breath and his harsh scent kiss the bare parts of your body, which makes your lower abdomen tingle. His nose shortly touched your bud. Full of panic, you look down at him, you are received by his grin before he leans his head forward to taste you. But you don’t want that. You don’t care if you could fall or hurt yourself if you lose your balance.
Screaming loudly, you fight back, slamming him with your fists and feet, but all that doesn’t impress Toji. It just seems to excite him even more, as you feel his smirk on your skin while he buries his face in your cunt. Starts sucking on you like you’re his dinner. The tongue slides between your folds easily, along to your entrance, which you try to squeeze with all your muscles before he strolls up to your bud just to suck it wildly. If you don’t let him, he’ll find another way to loosen your muscles.
“Stop it Toji, you asshole. Damn stop it y-ah!” An unexpected cry that causes you to bite your lower lip as Toji cuts your sentence off, with a loud smack, moves away from your clit, pleasantly pulls up an eyebrow and studies your increasingly warm face. This is not right, this is not good.
“Say again? You want me to stop, doll?” He teases you seductively. Rubbing his hand up and down your thigh. You can no longer bear these looks, you can no longer sense these touches, because they take you in the wrong direction.
“Y-yes.” It just comes out quietly as you try to control your voice.
“Stop what exactly?” He mocks you again when he wraps his tongue around your clit anew.
“Stop sucking on my damn pussy like I’m your meal, you ass!” You now say more broadly, but Toji just laughs. Your body says otherwise. You’re shaking under him, your thighs pressing hard against his head. And if you wouldn’t complain endlessly about him, he’s sure he could hear your raging heart. ‘Cause he knows you’re feverish. After all, he knows you.
“You’re so fucking wet I could put my dick in you and you needy whore would take it in perfectly. As befits daddy’s little girl.”
“You!” You say angry, start beating him again, but Toji only takes it as a sign that he can continue. His tongue presses even stronger against your walls. You feel the tip of it pushing through your clenched hole, slowly finding its way into your inner, while his nose frequently bumps against your clit.
“Toji… st-ahhp!” Another sob escapes your lips. This time, you couldn’t suppress it. It was stupid of you to think that he couldn’t satisfy you due to the fact you hated him. Toji knew exactly what to do to make your body obey him.
The muscles, which you have tried desperately to tense, progressively weaken, give in to the dangerously great feeling in your midsection. Your mouth, which you have tried to keep quiet to stop sounds that could slip out of you, is becoming looser and looser. Eyes, which had looked at Toji full of rage a few seconds ago, are now slightly glassy, just like he likes them best. The fists that had hit him become claws that bury themselves in his messy hair and press him even closer to you unintentionally.
“Look how fast you turned to a needy whore of mine.”
“Toji… you Sonova- ah!” Thick fingers glide through your entrance, no longer lying on your thigh, while you scream his name. Too easily, they break through your wetness, into your inner just to hit the right spot far too quickly. With little force, his index and middle finger press against the spongy spot in you, while his tongue wraps around your clit faster and faster. With loud smacking, eliciting you some beautiful sounds of defeat, while staring at your aroused face.
“Hhh fuck Toji, I hate you so much you little piece of haaah!”
“Mmmh, you still want to act like a brat, huh?” His voice sends vibrations on your pussy, making your back bend. His movements are getting faster. He’s eating you out like there’s no tomorrow. It’s unfair how good his wet tongue feels, how only two of his fingers are enough to make your pussy thirsty for him.
You know, every second you come to a climax, can’t stand all this anymore. Your whole body burns, your toes curl in while your jaw hurts already. You clench your teeth so hard because you don’t want him to hear your moans, since you are at a point where you can’t deny your desire anymore. But at the decisive moment, your body betrays you.
The tension that has stowed in your muscles suddenly flows out of you, your cry so loud that even your neighbors probably heard you. “Ah fuck! Haaah T- Toji!” Your juice lies on his tongue, envelops his fingers and leaves only a lewd sound, as his digits move in you, smacking out of your wetness.
“So good for daddy, huh baby doll? Came so well for me.” says Toji with his husky voice as he tries to absorb the last bit of your juice. Only his sloppy slurping can be heard, your loud, fast breath, before you feel his hands at your waist, gripping into your soft skin while he lifts you from his shoulders.
With shaky legs, you stand on your feet again. No longer look down at these green eyes, but up at them as they follow you as a wolf watches its prey. Toji, this asshole really made you come, like it was nothing special for him. Probably laugh at you, since you looked so helpless and couldn’t fight back.
“Don’t you think you should reward me for being so good to you even though you made my pants dirty?” Getting his gruff voice out of your mind, his gaze still on you as he loosens the loop of his fabric belt. “Fuck you, Toji, I don’t owe you anything!” You hiss at him, but should have known it was a mistake.
Faster than you can see, his hand is in your hair and pulls you down to the ground. Your knees hit on the cold tiles. You didn’t see that coming. Startled and with tingling tears in your eyes, you put your hands on the spot where Toji’s hand was earlier. You feel like he ripped out several of your hair in his action.
“You whore should be thankful I made you come. I should have fucked you right from the beginning. So stop acting like that and open your mouth!” Although your body trembles, even though his look scares you, you pinch your teeth, only shaking your head. You notice his hand burying in your hair again, this time putting your hands directly on his to prevent him from hurting you, but he just bends down to you, his breath hot in your ear.
“Listen, doll… Give me a nice blow job, and then I’ll go and you can fuck your new lover. Don’t do it, and I’ll take what’s mine. Savvy?” In his voice, there is no hint of amusement. Just pure seriousness that makes your neck hair stand up.
“Promise me you’ll leave afterwards.” You say with a shaky voice, try to suppress the shudder at the thought of satisfying him. But if that means you can get him to leave the house like this… Instead of giving you an answer, he just nods before he places himself upright in front of you.
With big eyes, you glance up at him. On your knees, he looks even taller, even more powerful. “What? What’re you waiting for? You want me to undress myself? Use your hands.” He scoffs annoyed, and eagerly supports his arms on his sides.
The feeling of disgust searches its way out of your mouth, as you try to choke it down, so that this ends as quickly as possible. Nodding, you raise your arms, continue where Toji left off earlier.
The waistband of his pants gives in way too fast. With just a slight jerk, the fine fabric lands on the ground below you. New tears tingle in your eyes as you see the big bulge that starts twitching in his shorts. But you know what he likes. If you do everything right, it won’t be long until he comes and then he’ll leave your house.
You take a deep breath while you remove the last piece of fabric from his abdomen before it falls to the ground. Again, your eyes become large at the length, at the thickness almost jumping towards you. Even then, you could never get used to this immense manhood.
“Oh? You missed daddy’s dick that much, huh?.”, “No I-”
“Enough chit chat, start.”
You swallow the huge lump stuck in your throat as you put your hands to his length and start taking his tip into your mouth. It is salty, slightly sticky from the pre-cum formed on the tip of its glans. Bit by bit, you try to get his dick into you, quickly realize that his tip is pressing against your palate as you choke. He was always too big, had stretched your mouth painfully while its thickness has always burned your throat in retrospect.
“Shall daddy help you, baby doll?”
He smirks, but before you can shake your head, his hand wraps around the back of your head before he presses your head against his pelvis. You pinch your eyes, notice your salty tears dripping down your cheeks to the ground as his length pushes through your mouth to your throat. Its imprint on your neck becomes visible. Makes him even more horny.
“What? Can’t you swallow my dick properly anymore? Use that thing in your head. You know how to do it right, doll.” Hisses Toji, the hand still on the back of your head as he looks into your swollen eyes. If you could, you would scoff at him. Hiss and tell him you don’t give a thought to unimportant things like him. But his dick, which reminds you by twitching that you should finally go on, forbids you to speak.
Although the anger slowly returns to you, displacing your high from your previous orgasm, you try to relax your muscles. To move your head back and forth as Toji likes. ‘Cause you’re doing all this just to get that big asshole out in a hurry.
With each push, the lipstick fades on your lips, settling on Toji’s skin. Each time his cock leaves your throat, sliding your tongue out, you feel the dominant vein at the bottom of his length.
With every motion, his disinterested gaze becomes more passionate. The fingers that were flat on the back of your head are now scratching your skull and burying firmly in your hair. You know he likes it, and you’d have to lie about hating him right now. Because this look he gives you, as he looks down at you from above, how he can not resist the slight grin, had already made you insane before.
“So you can remember? Such a good baby girl. You know exactly what your daddy likes, huh?” Such disgusting words, words that should make you roll with your eyes, only make your movements faster. Because you know what it means when he says things like that to you. He is close.
You try to open your mouth further, relax to feel less pain in your throat, but in vain. You groan, notice your saliva slowly running down your chin, covering your chest and floor as Toji’s grip becomes firmer.
The vibrating of your voice, that ruined sight of you, enough for him to come every moment. If he comes now, all you have to do is swallow his cum, refresh your lipstick, do your hair, maybe put on a new dress, and then finally go to dinner with Gojo. At least that’s what you think while you try to moan louder to make him come faster with the vibration on his cock.
And you see his eyes getting smaller, how he clenches his teeth. But Toji doesn’t want to leave you so clean. He knows exactly what’s going on in your pretty head right now. With a jerk, he pulls your head away from him, puts his free hand around his length and watches you face him with an irritated look.
“Open your mouth, doll.” Your hesitation makes Toji impatient and angry. You don’t understand what’s going on. Why didn't he let you finish this?
“Now! Or do you want me to come all over your face?” Shaking your head, you close your eyes before opening your mouth immediately and popping out your tongue to catch as much as possible.
“That’s a good girl.” When you hear him whisper, hear the lewd sounds of him jack off himself, you’re surprised that your lower abdomen suddenly starts tingling with his raspy voice. It’s disgusting. You cannot compare all this with the things you both did as a couple. This is different. Different and disgusting. So why did your body try to betray you again?
A few seconds after Toji utters the words, you feel his thick cum covering you. You, not your tongue. His deep laugh sneaks in your ears when you open your eyes and notice that he has marked your skin with his sperm. Your cheeks, just a bit of your lips and your cleavage.
“I guess I ruined your makeup.” He laughs mockingly before loosening the grip on your hair and enjoying his work. Swollen, furious eyes, ruined lipstick as you grind your teeth. Your face and the visible part of your chest full of his cum and your saliva, your hair ruffled as you still look up at him on your knees. That was one of the best sights you could give him. If you give him this sight, it won’t be long before he’s so hard again that his dick will make you scream.
But he promised you he’d leave after this. He already ruined you for your date. So, that must be enough. Grinning, he watches you straighten up, how you pull your dress down, as if there’s something you had to hide now.
“Toji, you Sonova-! Get the fuck out of here! You made me look like a cock-drunk whore!” Furiously stomping towards the door, you want to kick him out of the house, but you are torn backwards by his huge hand on your wrist, pressed strongly against his chest while his messy hair strokes your shoulder.
Screw it, he also promised to pick up Megumi every other weekend. He’s never kept a promise, so why now? When you’re showing off from your best side, his favourite side.
“Toji, what the hell! You said you were leaving!”
“Yeah, I have said many things. By now, even your pretty head should know I lied.”
His voice triggers so much in you. Anger, fear, grief, but also a feeling you can’t assign. Some kind of excitement. Disgusting, you think. “What? You’re not fighting back?” He breathes while he spreads unusually soft kisses on your neck, strokes your side with his free hand and sneaks under your dress. It feels too good. But these are kisses from the wrong person.
No, you won’t put up with it. Frowning, you clench your hands into fists, and start hitting the arm whose hand is on your upper body. “All right, you played enough now. Let’s cut the crap. Why are you even doing this? Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Nothing better than fucking my girl?”
“I’m not your fucking girl! I don’t even like you, Toji. What we had is over now, you are nothing f-” You can’t finish your sentence, yet you scream as his cold fingertips touch your folds. They glide much too easily along them, drill too quickly between them to press against your entrance in circular movements.
“Really? Your pussy seems pretty wet again, or are you telling me that’s from your last orgasm? Don’t lie to me, doll.” Goose bumps spread on your skin as his hot breath kisses your ears. The mocking words unsettle you.
“That’s not… true.. Ha!” Toji no longer feels your sweet little blows on his arm, just looks out of the corner into your eye as you now cover your mouth with your hands so that he can’t taste your voice. You must do that. Then he’s right. After all, you sense it yourself.
His fingers, his breath, his deep voice make your body warm. No matter how hard you try to fight back, you can’t deny that he’s attractive, that he knows your needs best, and that somehow, deep down, you had hoped that you could eventually get back together. But right now, you’re nothing but a pastime for him. A toy that he will throw away when he finishes.
“Then show me your face, baby girl. Show me how much you hate me if you don’t like this.” His fingers move up to your clit and pinch it smoothly. The answer he had hoped for comes quickly when you cannot bite down the blunt moan under your hands and your head presses against Toji’s chest.
Your body reacts exactly as he would like it to. And you hate it, you hate that you’re starting to like all this. But you can’t show him that. You won’t show him that. With the last bit of strength that’s left in your body, you try to resist all this. Start kicking with your legs around you, using your hand to hit the man’s abdominal muscles behind you.
“Stop it!” You groan as the hand between your legs suddenly comes to a halt. The grip around your wrist softens, and he left your body behind with nothing but cold air from all sides. You’re confused, don’t understand why he listens to your words now. Ignore the feeling in your abdomen that yearns for the hands of Toji.
Flustered, you look back, want to say something when your body hits the kitchen table in a blink of an eye. It is cold and rugged, the uneven wood does not leave you comfortable. Your back aches and you doubt that this speed was even remotely human.
Panic is growing in your body now that you can no longer straighten up because his hand blocks you. With haunting eyes, he stands between your spread legs as he targets you like his victim. You don’t dare say anything for fear of what might happen. Yet, this helplessness makes you melt somehow. You’re just the little lamb, Toji the big powerful wolf, hungry for your meat.
“You want to go out in this dress, yeah? You like to look like a fucking whore? Well, you should wear nothing if you want to act like such a slut.” His voice is serious, not a hint of irony. Ashamed, you look aside, don’t want to admit he’s right.
You’d have to lie if you said you were only going out with Gojo for a friendly conversation. After all, you didn’t have sex after the end of your relationship. Not to mention that probably no one can give you such good sex as you had with Toji. But Gojo had something special about him, something that made you curious.
With your thoughts absentminded, you should have known you couldn’t just ignore Toji.
His fingers reach into your soft cheeks, pulling your head back in his direction just so you can see his enraged face. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, you whore!” His harsh voice is so loud, makes you cringe and brings new tears to the corners of your eyes.
“I’m gonna ruin you.” He almost says animalistic, before he reaches for the elastic fabric of your dress and tears at it.
“No!” You scream, try to stop him, but the fabric gives in too quickly, rips into two pieces before nothing but the cold air and Toji’s warm breath covers you. Hungry, he musters your perfect body. Of course, you’re not wearing a bra. He knew it. One more reason for him not to wait any longer as he puts his hands around your breasts and starts to roughly knead them.
“You’re my girl…” He whispers the fat of your chest between his fingers before letting go of it to slap your chest.
“Ah!” You groan at the pleasant pain that runs through your body like electricity.
“No one else’s.” He continues to look at your glassy eyes shimmering like stars before slapping your chest again and kneading them further. “Say it!” He commands, while bringing one hand down to his massive dick.
“I’m… only… Yours...” You whisper so quietly that even you can hardly understand yourself. Can’t believe those words actually came out of your lips so easily.
“Louder, baby girl.” With his words, you can feel how he’s hitting his stiff cock against your clit before rubbing it at your clenched entrance. It’s so hot, and you are disgusted by yourself. Your whole body heats up. You feel how your body conflicts with your mind. To tell your mind that this is good for you. That he’s good for you. The only man who could please you well.
“Ah, I’m your girl… your… possession…” You say suddenly, are embarrassed by the words that slip out of your mouth. Yet they make Toji laugh, excite him, as they don’t give you time to get used to his length.
Without further preparation, he pushes his length fully into you, looks into your wide-open eyes, and notices how you struggle to get used to his size. Although it easily slides in due to your juice, your lower stomach burns. You feel like he’s gotten even bigger, think he’s gonna rip you in two any minute.
“Fuck Toji!” You groan, try to push your hands against his chest to show him to slow down. But the black-haired one uses the chance to grab your wrists and pin them over your head just to set the pace himself. And just like his previous actions, his thrusts are strong and fast.
You notice not only your body wiggling, your breasts jumping up and down, but also how the table moves every time his tip hammers against your cervix. How the table legs squeak unpleasantly on the tiles. His length massages your walls so well, while his balls clap against your skin. You have to admit that you were crazy about his cock back then.
“How can you be so damn tight after I’ve fucked you so many times?” He groans, the hand still lying on your chest slides to your hip to intensify his thrusts.
“How can you be in such good shape after all the booze and cigarettes you take, you ass- ha” A rough blow moves your body, silences your words. He’s balls-deep inside of you, your eyes are already red and he can feel how you still can't get used to his length. Yet you just don’t want to admit that you like it. But your hissing words make him laugh.
“So snappy, huh? You forgot I’m into that kind of woman?” Another strong shove follows, making you scream. “Ah Toji, too big. It hurts!” You whine, trying to tighten your muscle to make it harder for him to drill inside of you.
“I told you I’ll ruin you. So be good and don’t fight back.” His voice covers your chest like a veil as he waits for your answer. It’s so ironic, because even if you wanted to fight back, you wouldn’t stand a chance against him. He’s proven that to you enough today. But your body also proved you can’t fight back any longer, because all the anger you saw when you looked into his eyes is gone.
No hate, no fear. Just the lust that drives your dirty thoughts. You hardly feel your fingertips anymore. By the pressure his hand exerts on your wrists, your chest still pounding from the claps he gave you. Your lower body hurts, burns.
But it feels so good. Too good for you not wanting all this. Unconsciously, you nod, stretching your neck backwards. Present him your narrow neck, entice him to decorate it with his big hand. “Ah, Toji…”
He’s got you right where he wants you. Drunk for his cock, willing to take everything he gives you. Hungry, he licks his lips, looks at your beautiful neck before releasing your wrists to accept your invitation and puts his hand like a chain around your beautiful neck.
But this time you do not resist, just spread your lips to let out a moan and look into his fiery eyes. “Who fucks you best?”
“You… Toj-” You want to finish your sentence, but complain dissatisfied when you feel the sudden void in you. Your hole is pounding, wants to feel his fat cock inside again, but Toji gives you nothing more than his tip, which teasingly rests at your entrance.
“What should I do, baby doll? You want me to fuck you, stupid? Like it should be for a whore like you?” Nodding, you bite your lower lip, feel the grip on your neck getting a little tighter.
“Say it then!”
“Y-yes… I want you to fuck me… Fuck me, daddy. Only you can please me well!” As if it weren’t already shameful enough for you to feel for him that way, these begging cries leave your mouth.
“Oh, such praiseworthy words.” He just laughs before he thrusts into you again, fucks you without mercy. The grip now becomes so tight around your neck and hip that he doesn’t push you away from him. You feel the lack of air to breathe, feel the rising desire in you that makes your eyes roll backwards. Oh, how you had loved it when he had dominated you like that.
“Fuck Toji, feels so good. Ahhh damn it!”
“Yeah? Wanna come for me, pretty doll? Make your daddy proud.” He feels your walls getting tighter and tighter, how they’re massaging his cock more and more, as if they were trying to milk him dry.
You don’t know where to put your hands, where to put yourself. Only see those green eyes that make you moan. “I’m c- comin- hhaa!” Your whole body contracts, cramping almost before you have one of your strongest orgasms. The lust flows like a gush over your body, makes your legs twitch and distributes your juice a second time over Toji.
He has to pull himself together, not to come right inside you, letting go of your neck to push you away from him before looking at your wide-spread legs, your perfect puffed-up and swollen lips and your clenching hole, yearning for Toji’s warmth.
“Oh god you are my good little doll.” He mutters, jacks himself off with a few strokes only to come on your breasts, your belly and your pussy afterwards. Again you feel his warm cum on you, only now you don’t care.
You are too busy with your own climax, with him making you come two times in such a short time. Toji is like a drug. Tempting, and once you taste it, you can’t get away from it. Still completely in your own thoughts, you’re slowly being brought into reality by his voice ghosting over your body. You could see his broad triumphant grin even from a distance.
As if he wasn’t just a second ago balls-deep inside of you, he casually puts on his clothes, briefly considering whether he should keep this memory safe in a photo or not. But he’s never been one to hold many memories.
“You better get yourself cleaned up…” He says mockingly, while he puts two of his fingers over his cum lying on your pussy, in order to push it into you so as not to waste his cum.
“Ah!” You groan, you’re still too sensitive from your high. Only now do you realize what just happened and you don’t blame anyone more than yourself.
You hate it, you hate that this bastard’s right. That he can play with you, use you like a stupid toy, even if you know he disappears for days, weeks or months, leaving you without a sign of life. You hate that he’s the reason you end up alone. Because no man can cover memories with Toji. No man can fill the gap he left behind, satisfy the desire for him. Whether a man like Toji, several years older, or younger than you, just like Gojo. Well, probably not even Gojo would make you feel that good. You hate that every time you’re about to forget him, he shows up and turns your head.
“We don’t want a little brother for Megumi, do we?” He grins, pulls his fingers out of you again, only to smear the mix from your juice and his cum on your inner thigh. Now your mind comes clear. The anger returns and you would do nothing better than to undo your previous whines for his name and cock.
“You…” It comes out of you with pinched teeth as you try to sit up. But he only looks at you with a playful expression, shrugs his shoulders before he rests at the table with his hands to your left and right. Your noses almost touch each other, while you look deep into the other’s eyes.
“Or… do you want one? A little brother for Megumi… if so, just say it, doll.”
“You Sonova-” The loud sound of your bell interrupts you. It gets the two of you to break eye contact and look towards the hallway. Toji is the first to straighten up, move, and head towards the front door. You just seconds later, trying to catch up to him on your still shaky legs, to stop him. But you’re not fast enough.
Just as you come out of the kitchen door, you see the open door. How the man you had been waiting for stands with a bouquet full of white lilies in the door frame. The bouquet slowly sinks down as he looks behind the broad man to your petite shape in the background.
White lilies… How ironic… The symbol of purity, innocence and virginity.
Now here you are, your makeup ruined, your hair ruffled, the dress torn open, hanging only by the wearers on your shoulders, naked and dressed in another man’s cum, while you can hardly hold on your own legs.
Everything is quiet, nothing can be heard. Yet Toji’s steps are loudly pushing into your ears. He doesn’t look at you anymore, only walks up to Gojo with a provocative grin, almost as if he wants to tell him he wishes you both a lot of fun. But he stops beside the white-haired one, just looking at him from the corner of his eye, which is enough to give everyone an icy shiver. Few words escape his lips before he passes him and leaves you two behind. Words that won’t reach your ears, just loud enough for Gojo to hear.
[ heard but unseen. ] — hyunjin wonders what use a mirror is to his vampire form until he gets you before it and sees the delectable synopsis that could fulfill his craving.
rating: mature!
pairing: vampire! hyunjin x human! gender-neutral! reader
genre: smut, supernatural
word count: 1.2k
[warnings]: mature content, sexual content, sensory deprivation, mirror kink, hair-pulling, mentions of masturbation, drooling, unsafe sex, creampie
A/N: this idea came to me from the joke “how many vampires do you think have been backed over because they couldn’t be seen in the rear-view mirrors?” enjoy!
do not interact with this if you are under 18.
— kinktober 2021 masterlist
An aggrivational expression on his face, Hyunjin's forehead had never been so tense. The man had wandered up and down the halls of his home for weeks, awaiting the moonlight to seep through the thin cracks of the thick curtains to come and find you.
But it was you that found him first, his long form stood still with his index finger rubbing across his plump, bottom lip.
"You seem bothered." Your voice didn't cater to his lost but focused state, his brow only lifting in response.
"I've never made use of this mirror." He chimed, opposite hand finding your shoulder to pull you into his side.
The golden-framed piece was too large to set on furniture, too heavy and timid. It was meant to be drilled into its original vanity, one that had been lost long before you even knew Hyunjin's kind existed. It only leaned up against the wall like an art piece created so long ago, dust concealing the top around the designed swirls in the frame.
His perception confused you, eyes finding only your own in the reflection. An undead man had no use of such an object, the smirk forming on his lips completely out of your sight from where you stood.
Head falling against your own, dragging down to your shoulder to press a kiss to your neck, then your cheek, and one lasting peck to your temple.
"Until now."
It was obvious where his mind had disappeared to. Why he had been so drawn to the reflective glass in the golden frame. It wasn't that he could see himself, it was that he could only see you. Like a mosaic painting only he would witness during his walk of the museum.
Your hair moved backward, pressed behind your ear by his long fingers. A new display of skin he searched for, his lips enclosed on the lobe of your ear as he took in a deep breath of your scent.
"Would you care to make use of it with me?" A sharp point of the long canine hardly caught your warm skin before he pulled away, finally taking in your eyes shining back at him.
"What else would I do tonight?" Your response was sarcastic, it only made the corners of his lips thin into a wicked smile.
Usually it was only your breathing reacting to his actions, but as he slipped down to his knees dragging his hands down your form as he went, it was his panting filling the room.
Intimacy was proven each time he roamed your skin, pulled fabric from your limbs. Top over your head, bottoms yanked to the floor to droop around your feet. His tongue wasn't even hot like the natural person, but he still ravished you like a last meal.
Blonde locks floating past his shoulders, threaded through your fingers and gently tugged in tandem with the twirls of his muscle, your moans finally caught up to his heavy breathing.
"Cravings, they do things to the mind." Hyunjin always had a way of explaining himself, even in the midst of his heated display.
When the man fell most hungry, the thickened red liquid undrinkable unless optionless, you were his fix. Hefty pumps or kitten licks closing him in on his next high, his deadened body still able to feel certain feelings in due time.
"Then why are you being so gentle?" Voice like water against his rocks, the man's strong pull at your hips caused you to catch his sight.
Large eyes blown in proportion to your own, lips swelling by the minute, milky skin speckled with youth to mask himself as more human; Hyunjin begged you.
"Allow me to do more then."
And his predominated thought was returned to his mind, muscles tensing with his motions. Hands around your waist as he spun completely, he fell behind you. human senses at their peak from the loss of one—sight—you maneuvered towards the true potential.
No one stood behind you in the reflection, and yet you felt his cold form pressing into your nearly nude body. His fingertips collided with the bands of your underwear, tugging, yanking, kicking them away until they were on the floor inches from you. His lips found the skin of your neck a second time, licking and biting, but never leaving a real mark. Your blood rushed to the exposed spaces, focused in on where he brought pressure, and filled his nose with his second favorite scent of all.
Even in the dark of night, you knew he could find you. Candles lit, dimmed bulbs flickering from age on the walls, and Hyunjin pulling you into his front whilst you both fell to the floor.
Your legs opened wider in the reflection, a single person staring back at you. The skin of your thighs moved with his fingertips, changed colors with his rough hand enveloping the skin to watch it react, and returned to its natural color as he turned his attention elsewhere.
Your lower-half was at the hottest temperature of your entire body, small gestures of his cold breath making you break with goosebumps. He found you, wet from the arousal he gave you and the rushing visual of what he looked like behind you. Two fingers toyed with you, slowly making circles. More wetness, his panting louder than the squelches in your ear, and the hard poke of his cock against your ass.
"If you don't—" You began, smirking to yourself in the mirror because you knew he could see you. "—you'll never see yourself again."
A well-made point to his already stated hypothesis. His hand hardly brushed against his throbbing self before it was tugged from below his button and zipper, placed at your entrance to witness magic at its finest.
Your back curved against him, hole swelled from his tip, and your body took him with a single thrust. Warmed up, pleading and merciless to his craving to release the pressure of hunger in his chest, he saw exactly what he hoped to.
In his perspective, it looked as if you were masturbating with an invisible object. Head thrown back, mouth agape, his name spilling from your lips with a slight bit of drool: he was enjoying this sight more than anything he had seen before, because it was you.
"Look at that." His voice was sing-songy, hand moving into your peripheral as he pointed your own form out in the mirror. "You take me so well."
He could see himself slip out of you, and you could feel him press back in. Eyes heavy from the pleasure, it almost seemed as if he wanted the show to himself now. Hard thrusts paired with heavy thumps of your beating heart against his chest, he smiled harder than he ever had before.
"Almost feels like it's mine again."
You didn't need to see him in the reflection of the history-riddled piece, you could feel his cold cheek closing in on yours. The heat of your body mixed with the intense chill of his brought an exchange of liquids to rush from both of you, hefty breaths and laughter the only sound in the open space.
"Settled?" You asked, voice hoarse but fulfilled.
"Of all the mirrors—" He grinned. "I knew I'd need to keep this one around for a special day like today."
