༉‧₊˚. synopsis: one moment, you were doing something as basic as taking out the trash (like, literally), the next moment you were getting fucked by a wanted felon who pretty much broke into your place in hopes you‘d harbor him for a few minutes until the coast was clear. who knew the thrill of crime was so exhilarating you needed a quick one-night-stand to come back to your senses? or did you lose your mind entirely and just didn‘t notice in the process of being fucked into tomorrow?
༉‧₊˚. warnings: you literally fuck murderer!toji, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, he calls you princess (like, a lot of times), toji talks A LOT like dude shut up lmao
༉‧₊˚. this was entirely inspired by a scene in the rookie where lucy made up a cover story for how juicy and dim met, it's basically that but with toji
He was in so much fucking trouble.
Never did he even think the cops were onto him, God, the fucking cops in plain clothes as they were in the same club he was as he was smuggling the poison into some guy’s drink. Now they were running after him, trying to catch him.
Toji quickly ran into a massive apartment complex as he tried to flee the scene. Looking around to see if there was anyone or any place he could hide, as he still ran.
It was like fate when you opened the door, purely in coincidence. You were getting out to take out your trash as you saw him running frantically. “Hey, are you oka–“, you started out asking, but got interrupted.
“Listen to me. The cops are after me and I need a hideout. Can I stay in for a moment until they leave?”, he said, frantically.
“W-what?”, you stuttered, completely caught off-guard.
“Fuck, just shut up”, he groaned before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside of your apartment.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”, you exclaimed, still not completely aware of what is going on. You had dropped the bag in shock as he pulled you in.
“Shut. Up!”, he hissed, looking out of the window, just to see the two cops who were after him walking around the apartment complex with their guns drawn. “Shit.”
He looked around, trying to figure out what he could possibly do with his situation before he finally faced you. “Okay, listen. My name is Fushiguro Toji, and I am being chased by the cops out there. I know, I’m just a stranger, but trust me, I am not going to hurt you, despite how this all seem like, considering the cops are after me.”
“Uh… yeah, duh”, you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
“Roll those eyes at me again and I’ll reconsider”, he immediately continued. “Do not fucking interrupt me, princess.”
“Fine, talk. You just broke into my apartment, so I do deserve some explanation. Start talking, or I’ll kick you out for the cops to find you.”
“And I apologize for the break-in. I swear I don’t plan on hurting you because that is just unnecessary evil, even for me. I just need a couple of minutes here in hideout so that I can run in peace. Is that okay?”, Toji asked. You were so convinced you had lost your damn mind when you nodded and agreed that he could stay over for a couple of minutes.
“If the cops knock, I am not here”, Toji emphasized again, making sure you got it.
As if on cue, there was a loud knock, startling you. You stayed quiet as you pointed at the bathroom for Toji to hide. Your heart was beating so fast, as you went to the door and asked; “Who is there?”
“Police Department. We want to ask you a few questions”, the officer yelled back.
“Can you please identify yourself?”, you stalled as you checked if Toji had hidden. You looked through the peephole as the cops held up their detective badges before you smiled softly and opened the door for the cops.
“What seems to be the problem, detectives?”, you asked gently.
“We are in search of a murderer going by the name, Fushiguro Toji. Black haired, very tall and muscular. Last seen wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. He is classified as extremely dangerous. We last saw him entering this apartment complex. Have you seen him, by any chance?”, the officer asked.
You pretended to think a little before you shook your head. “Nope. I was on my way out to take out my trash so, I was inside the whole time.”
“Alright, Ma’am, please give us a call if you see or remember anything. Would you want us to accompany us with you going outside, in case you don’t feel safe?” One of the two detectives handed you a card with his contact details.
You nodded at the offer, tagging along as you took out your trash and thanked the officers for the company. “Could you possibly tell me a little about that person you’re looking for? Perhaps that will help me with my memory or something I can watch out for?”
“I cannot disclose any details yet as it is an ongoing investigation, however, the current suspected M.O of the suspect is that he uses poison in his victim’s drinks. So, perhaps just watch out for your drink the next time you’re out partying.”
“Thank you, officers. I can return to my apartment alone, thank you for the company. I’ll uh… let you know if I see something”, you said goodbye to the officers before turning around.
“Goodbye, Ma’am, have a good night”, they said in unison.
You quickly headed back, your entire body was literally on fire after that short conversation and the fact that you were literally harboring a felon in your apartment had you shaking to your core. Once you locked your apartment and made sure the cops were gone, you were suddenly pushed to the wall next to the door. “Good. You did great”, Toji had you cornered, smirking at you as you looked at him with big eyes, shocked by his sudden action.
“Thank you”, you whispered back, not trusting your own voice. His arm was over your head on the wall, cornering you between his huge body and the wall. “You’re not so bad yourself. Out on a murder charge, huh?”
“So, you asked about me, didn’t you?”, Toji chuckled, biting his lip. “Yeah… what about it? You scared?”
“I should be, shouldn’t I? But God, it makes you oddly attractive and interesting. So, tell me, what is that all about?”, you ask then, a little smile sneaking onto your lips. “A murder suspect in my apartment, who insists on promising me that he won’t hurt me, hm?”
“Attractive and interesting?”, Toji chuckled. “I may or may not have added some extra ingredient to some dickhead’s drink.” He casually shrugged, eyeing you up and down.
“So, that was why they said to be careful of my drinks next time I’m out partying, huh?”, you replied.
“I would never add some additional ingredient to your drink, princess”, Toji taunted before he suddenly leaned in and kissed you. You couldn’t help but immediately melt into him, arms wrapping around his neck, as his one hand wrapped around your thigh and lifted it up around his hip.
The kiss was so full of fire, so much passion and there was nothing but carnal desire and need – it was like the fact that he was a murderer, a wanted felon, flew right over your head. You simply couldn’t care less about it because, fuck, the entire situation was so incredibly hot, the fact that the cops were still around searching the premises was making you feel so tingly.
“Mhm, princess, you taste so sweet. I wonder if your pussy tastes just as sweet, hm?”, he whispered against your lips, smirking. “Will you let me have a taste?”
“Maybe… but maybe I won’t. You’ve got to earn it, mister.”
“What a tease, princess. But you know what, you shouldn’t tease me, because believe me, I can do better than that”, he continued, before he leaned back in to kiss you once more as you grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, your eyes going up and down over his very toned and muscular body.
And you felt so insanely lucky to think about the fact that his body would be on top of you or underneath you in just a couple of minutes.
“So, you wanna move this over to the bedroom or are you not that much of a gentleman and just fuck your women against a cold ass wall?”, you giggled.
“Oh, I sure as hell do not keep my women cold and standing, mh? Wouldn’t be so fair if I fuck you into oblivion and don’t give you a comfortable place to come down from the highs I give you, hm?”
“Someone’s cocky. But alas, unfortunately, there has been nothing but talk so far, honey”, you reply, giggling before you squealed in shock as he lifted you up over his shoulder.
“Where’s the bedroom, princess?”, he asked, voice rough. “Need to teach you how to properly speak to me before I reward you with pleasure you have never felt in your life before.”
When you pointed to the room, he immediately went in and dropped you onto your bed, quickly climbing onto you, practically ripping apart your clothes. “God, princess, you’re so hot, so gorgeous underneath me”, he groaned, lips wandering down to your tits before he wrapped them around your one nipple, sucking and licking over the sensitive nub. Your body arched into him as you let out a whine and Toji smirked, enjoying the way you responded to his touch.
“Reacting so fucking gorgeously for me, princess. Can’t wait to taste your pretty pussy”, he teased. “Did I earn it, princess?”
You nodded frantically. “Fuck, just get to it”, you whined.
“So bossy, princess. Such a little slut for the murderer you harbored in your home and protected without knowing what dangers could possibly await you”, he snickered, “Does it excite you? Knowing you lied to cops for me, for someone you don’t even know?” Toji’s lips wandered down your body, slowly reaching your pussy and he pulled your panties aside to lick over your clit, flattening his tongue over your folds as he spread your legs apart with his hands.
“Fuck don’t stop!”, you cried out, back arching again into his grip around your waist.
He looked up at you, smirking as some saliva was running down his chin, and he was watching your every reaction. Toji had grown obsessed with how well you reacted to his touch, his tongue over your pussy. “Reacting so prettily for me, princess. Want more? Want me to fuck you? I’ll bring literal heaven to you, princess. If you let me.”
You were nodding once again, fingers buried in his hair as he lowered his head back again to your pussy and you felt two of his fingers against your entrance, slowly slipping in and fingering you slowly. Your eyes widened in surprise, you let out a choked sob as his fingers hit your sweet spot – you cried out as he continued with the constant stimulation.
“Please, Toji, fuck me, please?”, you whined, attempting to pull him closer back on top of you. However, he was obviously way stronger than you and could stay where he was with no trouble at all.
“It’s rude to interrupt a man while he’s eating, princess”, he grunted, “let me make you cum first on my mouth, princess, then I’ll fuck you.”
You whined as he increased his finger’s pace, continuing the sweet torture on your pussy with his lips as well and your hips were jolting up as you got closer to your release. A cry left your lips as you begged him not to stop and felt him smirk against your clit, promising not to stop until you came for him.
It didn’t take too long for him to fulfil that promise. The way everything practically shattered around you had you thinking about the last time you had felt this much pleasure at once. “Holy shit”, you choked up. “That was… intense.”
“Told you, princess, I’ll bring literal heaven to you”, he smirked, slowly climbing on top of you and watching you come down from your high. “Did I keep my promise, princess?”
“You sure as hell did. But…”, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer for a kiss, “if you don’t put that damn cock of yours inside me anytime soon, I bet the cops will be very interested in knowing where you’re hiding.”
“You little minx… don’t worry, princess. I gave you a promise and I intend to keep it. You’re about to have the most intense night of your life.”
As he pulled down his jeans, your eyes widened as you saw his cock’s girth and length. You had already assumed that he was big, considering his big ass ego, but you didn’t expect this. He noticed your hesitation and laughed lightly. “Don’t worry, princess, I won’t hurt you.”
“You’re a wanted criminal, do you think I trust your word?”
“I promised I wouldn’t hurt you and I kept that promise. I told you I would bring you to heaven and I did keep that promise, too, didn’t I?”
You considered his arguments and shrugged. He had a good point with that.
“So, do you believe me when I tell you I won’t hurt you?”
You nodded.
He smiled softly at you before he aligned his tip with your entrance, pulling your panties aside once more and finally, pushed his cock inside slowly, inch by inch, slowly getting you used to his size. Your back arched when he was buried inside of you fully, a tear rolling down your cheek as your body was basically on fire.
“You’re so tight, princess, feels so good”, he groaned, waiting for a moment to let you adjust to the stretch. “Can’t wait to fuck this tight pussy of yours.”
“Please, fuck me”, you whimpered, nails raking over his back as he slowly started a tender, gentle pace and before you knew it, he was starting to build a merciless, brutal rhythm, making your tits bounce with the frantic way he was thrusting into you.
The sound of his hips snapping against yours had your eyes rolls back, your legs were wrapped around his waist as you held onto him and you were pleading him not to stop, practically crying and he fucked you so good like you never had been before.
“Goddamn it, princess, you’re so fucking hot when you get fucked like this. Do you like how I fuck you, hm?”, he rasped, lips wandering over your neck. His hips stuttered as pleasure like he never felt before coursed through his body, getting closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to cum, princess, where do you want me to cum, hm? On your pretty tits? Or maybe inside of your tight, perfect pussy, hm? Give you a good old load of me and make you feel it drip down your thighs when I pick you up and fuck you against the wall over there?”
His words had your eyes roll back at the visual. “Please, inside”, you whined, sobbing as you clenched around him and finally reached your peak, coming around him again, sputtering in pleasure. “Fuck, Toji”, you practically wailed.
“Am I keeping my promise, princess?”
“Yes, fuck, you are, stop asking me that and cum in me”, you groaned in annoyance.
“Still so bossy, princess”, he laughed before he continued his rough pace and shortly after let out a choked breath, hips stilled as he came inside of you. Toji wasn’t moving at all, trying to come down from his high as he relaxed. “Fuck, princess, you feel so incredible.”
“Oh, honey, this was better than anything I have ever felt before.”
“I’m glad I got to prove to you how good I’ll fuck you”, he chuckled, slowly pulling out of you and laying down next to you.
“Hey, I thought you were going to fuck me against the wall and have your cum drip down my thighs?!”
“You wanna go again?”
“Hell fucking yes”, you snorted and squealed when he got up on his feet and pulled you up before pushing you against the wall, lifting your legs around his waist as he kept you up against the wall and quickly slid his cock back inside of you, fucking you again and bringing you to yet another earth-shattering orgasm and another one.
And the most exhilarating part of this was that you could hear the detectives through the thin walls, discussing their next move to finally find the guy who currently had his cock buried deep inside of you.
The one who you had lied to the cops to, making you an accessory to the murder he had committed.
But you couldn’t care less about it, because goddamn, this was the best fuck you had gotten in your entire life.
synopsis: one moment, you were doing something as basic as taking out the trash (like, literally), the next moment you were getting fucked by a wanted felon who pretty much broke into your place in hopes you‘d harbor him for a few minutes until the coast was clear. who knew the thrill of crime was so exhilarating you needed a quick one-night-stand to come back to your senses? or did you lose your mind entirely and just didn‘t notice in the process of being fucked into tomorrow?
༉‧₊˚. warnings: there will be smut, obviously, but details on that not yet available. fem!reader, toji calls reader princess. toji‘s a wanted felon on a murder charge
༉‧₊˚. this is just a sneak peek. let me know if you want to be added to a taglist :) !! i will try to finish the fic as quickly as possible.
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"Listen to me. The cops are after me and I need a hideout. Can I stay in for a moment until they leave?", he said franticly.
"W-what?", you stuttered, completely caught off guard.
"Fuck, just shut up", he groaned before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside of your apartment.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!", you then yelled, still not completely aware of what is going on. You had dropped the bag in shock as he pulled you in.
"Shut. Up!", he hissed, looking out of the window, just to see the two cops who were after him walking around the apartment complex with their guns drawn. "Shit."
He looked around, trying to figure out what was going on before he finally faced you. "Okay, listen. My name is Fushigure Toji, and I am being chased by the cops out there. I know, I'm just a stranger, but trust me, I am not going to hurt you, despite how this all seem like, considering the cops are after me."
"Uh... yeah", you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
"Roll those eyes at me again and I'll reconsider", he immediately continued. "Do not fucking interrupt me, princess."
"Fine, talk. You just broke into my apartment, so I do deserve some explanation. Start talking."
[ HUSBAND!kento takes care of both his girls ] fluff + smut!
the clock has just changed to read 3:29 am when nanami kento hears the slight creaking of his bedroom door swing open oh-so-carefully. the light padding of tiny feet come gently before they stop just at his bedside, tiny hands feeling for the comforter which he had pulled over his body.
"otōsan?" her voice is just above a whisper as her hand finds nanami's face, to which the man shifts just a little to look his little girl. eyes the same hue as yours, her long, blonde hair is a little mussed from sleep but she looks unharmed.
nanami sighs quietly, arm moving the covers slightly to allow her to crawl in, but she simply shakes her head, little hands moving to grab his hand and tug him a little as if to beckon him from the bed. "tummy hurts," she pouts.
careful not to wake your sleeping figure from the other side of the bed, he stands from the bed slowly. arms outstretched for his daughter, nanami catches her in his arms and hoists her onto his hip before exiting the bedroom soundlessly.
"alright, princess," nanami sighs, tired eyes adjusting to the light warm light of the kitchen before he sets her down on the counter. "are you hungry?"
the little girl nods her head, eyes watching as he moves to the pantry to make her something quick. nanami returns with a household favorite, biscoff cookies, and a jar of nutella. "choccy!"
nanami brings a finger to his lips, smiling a little at her enthusiasm before telling her she has to keep quiet so as not to wake anyone up. "this has to be a secret between you and daddy," he explains in a low voice, "no one can know i let you have these."
his daughter nods with a grin, pinkie finger coming to link with his just as another voice joins the room.
"let her have what?" nanami's eyes find yours at the entrance of the kitchen from the hallway, your arms crossed and your body leaning against the frame. "what's the secret, kento?"
your eyes are almost taunting when you walk over to stand by his side, the tips of your fingers grazing the bare skin of his back so lightly nanami has to assure himself he felt it. you bring your hand to tuck a stray lock behind your daughter's ear, her giggle ringing out softly as you poke her cheek. "bubba, didn't we talk about waking daddy up for snacks?"
your daughter pouts a little, muttering a small sorry as she lowers her head a little, looking up at you through blonde lashes. you sigh, "three more cookies and then off to bed with you."
"yay!" she cheers, pumping her little fist up in the air, earning a low chuckle from your husband beside you and an exasperated but amused sigh from you. "thank you!"
you watch with your husband as she finishes, hopping off the counter with a little 'oomph' coming back to hug you two good night, offering a little smooch of gratitude before nanami walks back with her hand in his to her bedroom.
you've just put the food away are wiping the counter down of crumbs when your husband re-enters the kitchen. "i'm sorry i woke you, sweetheart," he apologizes, arms wrapping around your waist as you dry the counter with a towel. "i tried not to."
letting go of the towel, you turn and offer him a smile, your hands holding his face as you bring your lips to his temple. you pause, lips lingering for just a moment. "don't apologize," you start, "you must be exhausted, kento."
he simply nods, sinking into you the moment you let a hand tangle in his hair and your other travel the strong lines of his back. "i just..." nanami breathes deeply and you feel as though the weight of his body lessens just slightly. "i hope you might be able to forgive me for my work schedule..."
you pull away to look at him, brows furrowed as your eyes search his. the lines under his eyes are deep and you can see how the overtime has pulled at the lines of his smile. "no, don't even say that," you say, "we'll always be here, no matter the time of the day. you just make sure you come home to us, okay?"
he presses a soft kiss to your lips, almost as if to seal the promise. "okay."
[n]sfw under the cut!
warning(s) — oral (f!receiving), use of 'sweetheart', absolute brainrot.
there is a moment of silence before he speaks up once more. "since we're out here for a midnight snack, you wouldn't mind being mine?"
"kento—!" you can't finish your sentence because his lips are on yours, strong hands holding your hips as he places you on the counter swiftly but carefully, the warmth of his torso pressing against you as he leans into you. "kento, please—"
"shh," your hands come to hold his face against yours, fingers pressed against the strong lines of his jaw when you feel his tongue swipe your bottom lip. "let's not wake our little girl, hm?"
a whimper escapes you when your bottom lips gets caught between his teeth, the small moment of pain leaving a burning in your veins. nanami runs his hands up your seated thighs, the tips of his fingers teasing at the waistband of your sleeping garments. he lingers there, a small smile forming at your lips when you look him in the eyes. "may i?"
you nod slowly, never letting your eyes leave his as his fingers hook into the waistband of your pajama bottoms. his pace is achingly slow, tugging the silk material down your legs and folding it before letting it sit on the counter beside you. nanami's fingertips are gentle as they trace up your thighs and stop to hold your hips in place, his lips moving from yours to kiss down your throat.
he is a murmuring mess of 'you are so beautiful' and curses as he trails down your chest. you allow him to to guide you into a laying position, your back relaxing against the countertop as he makes his way down your chest. your husband takes a moment to press a chaste kiss on your lower abdomen, his eyes relishing the way your stomach caves in with shaky breaths.
hooking a finger in the band of your underwear, nanami teases the skin just beneath the material, leaving you to squirm a little where you lay. "please," you whimper, your fingers finding his hair and instinctively tangling in the blonde locks.
"hm?" his voice is a low and gravelly against the soft of your skin, every consonant of his resonating through your nerves at the moment. "if you're asking something of me, sweetheart, i'll need you to use your words."
his thumbs rubs slowly, achingly against your clit through the cloth of your undergarment, waves of heat spilling from between your thighs and washing over the rest of your body. "p-please just... make me feel good."
"with pleasure," nanami replies lowly, not a second later tugging any remaining material away from you, discarding it on the folded pile near you. his large hands are warm when you feel them against the back of your thighs, and they're gentler still as they push until your thighs are comfortably pressed against your stomach.
his lips start at your clit, offering a ghost of a kiss before you feel his tongue swirl around it and leave your needy body shuddering. though you can't see his face, you know your husband well enough to know it's taking everything in him from devouring you right then and there.
warm breath against your sex leaving you craving more, you nearly gasp at the feeling of his warm muscle dipping between your folds. he is cautious and exploratory at first, making sure you're fully relaxed before delving in all the way, the flexing of his tongue against your walls has your spine arching unintentionally off the wood of the counter.
you hear him groan into you as you involuntarily clench, his tongue continuing to work skillfully to leave your core completely undone. it's the combination of the occasional grazing of his nose against your sensitive bud and the grip of his hands on the back of your thighs when you squirm under him. "i'll never get enough of you," nanami mumbles, one of his hands coming to press into your soaked entrance. "i'm only using my lips and already you're a mess."
rather than tantalizing, his voice is observant, softer around the edges to reassure you that he would be gentle. nanami lets his finger sink into you, eyes lighting in satisfaction as he watches the way you sigh when he starts to finger you. he adds a second finger, his mouth attentive to your clit in a way that has you mewling, fingers pulling harder at his hair. your husband quickens his pace, adding a second finger and curling them, causing waves of ecstasy to wash through your nerves.
you whine his name, voice shaking as you feel the knot in your stomach untying, pleasure blinding your vision. "w-wait! i can't--"
"of course you can, sweetheart," nanami soothes, pulling you closer to his face from where you scooted up to in a feeble attempt to escape him. "you just do what you do best, and i'll take care of the rest."
and finish with a silenced cry, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you feel the tension in your lower abdomen snap. your thighs close around your husband's head, though he doesn't stop his movements, sinking his face deeper into you and curling his fingers in a deliciously deliberate pace.
you are a panting mess when nanami finally comes to stand over you, amusement tugging at the corner of his slick-covered lips. one of his hands is massaging your hip to ease the spasming of your frame and the other he brings to his face. you watch as he cleans your mess from his fingers, a sigh escaping from his lips at the sight of you on the counter.
leaning down, he lets his lips fall to the crevice where your shoulder meets your neck, his incisors suddenly latching on and leaving you to gasp at the sudden sting of pain. "kento, she's sleeping!" your voice is an urgent whisper, though you know it's ineffective when he lets up to look you in the eye.
in his eyes burns the emotion of a man starved, and you're starting to wonder whether you'll even make it to the morning. it isn't until he pulls your legs to rest on his shoulders that you know for sure you're a goner.
kissing the inside of your leg, he confesses, "i never wanted just a snack, sweetheart."
• Warning: daddy kink, Toji has money lol, hair pulling, degradation, shower sex, creampie, a lot of words
Yeah you know the story. Ex-husband! Toji comes over unprompted, except the kids aren’t upstairs where they’re supposed to be; they’re sent over their aunt’s house for the weekend. With plans to burst into their rooms and gift bags from Daddy (who frequently visits any time he isn’t working, provides money for the kids, and sends some extra for yourself whenever he gets paid), it would crush their little hearts if they knew they weren’t there to catch him come by.
🎶 LOVE DROUGHT—BEYONCÉ when they fall asleep
So here you are, whatever show you were in the middle of binging still running in the background, guarding the door and face to face (chest) with Toji in the cool air of November. He towers over you, presence still overwhelming as ever. His eyes are low and he boasts a soft smile that’s almost imperceptible.
There are small pink bags he’s carrying stuffed with white wrapping paper.
“You can leave them here if that’s better for you,” you suggest, sliding to the side and opening the door for him. He was used to the bitter cold and didn’t bat an eye, but the breeze was blowing through the crevices of the warm sweater you slid on earlier, completely dismissing why you bought it. His puff jacket was casually over his tee.
He shuffles past you and to the kitchen island. “I can wait for ‘em to come back.”
Following behind him after shutting the door, you gravitate towards the stove and remind him “It’s Saturday night,” but when you turn back around, Toji is shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over the shoulders of the bar high chair. You deadpan him and cross your arms, “Meaning they won’t be back until sometime tomorrow.”
The kids were not biologically yours but you are listed as their mother by marital status. They have grown up with you so they don’t know you as anything else. They vaguely know about the situation regarding their actual mother, and the things you have told them aren’t lies, but they’re still young and further details will come forth as they grow. You and Toji agreed to sit them down when it was right; therefore, all they recognize is that she was not a good woman. By the looks of it though, they don’t care to know her.
A secret, guilty part of you hopes that carries into the future, but there are only a few things stronger than curiosity. Little do you know, Toji wishes that as well. You’ve seen him countless times because he comes over whenever he can and he sends you every portion of his pay for the kids, but nothing has hit you like this. It feels like he was dragging you down a memory lane purely by existing in the natural vicinity.
He crosses his arms, that scar on his lip lifting every time he teases. “You don’t want me to stay?”
“Your stay is only excused in emergency,” you rebut. The smile inching on your face only matches his. “So go ahead and put that jacket back on, I’ll see you another time.”
With that you waltz past him, patting him on the shoulder, raising your eyebrows, and bringing your lips into a thin line. Before you can get too far, his hand catches your wrist.
“Hey now, come back. I can’t even stay ‘til tomorrow? Ya can’t stand to look at me for a day?”
“No.”
He wishes your sharp answer would have stunned him, but he didn’t fall in love with you because you were timid.
“So then I’ll sleep in the guest room. Ya won’t even know ’m here.”
His grip was loose on your wrist, allowing it to slowly fall out on its own. Toji stills as he awaits an answer.
Your immediate response is no. There is no possible way for you to “not know he’s here,” especially with his late night eating tendencies. But the kids will be back tomorrow, and if they found out you took a chance away for them to see him, it would be a shit show. You also just don’t want to do that.
“Fine, but just for tonight. Don’t make it a habit.”
He nods approvingly. To make sure it’s fine and easy, you end the interaction as quickly as possible by walking away. Up the stairs you go, your arms crossed in attempts to shield yourself from the cold and your hips moving back and forth as if they were taunting him.
•—————•
Toji waits downstairs a while, sending messages and eating dinner leftovers. Your home-cooked meals was one of the hardest things to give up, he admits.
Then he’s stepping up to the guest bedroom, still the same as he’d left it, and winding down by removing the random items from work that piled in his pocket, kicking off his shoes to the corner of the room just as you’d taught him, and brushing his teeth.
It’s been a while since he’s spoiled himself. It was much easier when you reminded him to, or prompted him to get up while you were clearing your face with skincare you bought so you could do it together. He looks in the mirror at his reflection.
There was a stubble where it’s usually shaved clean. He’s not wearing earrings, except the side he got pierced when his little girl went to get hers. She was a baby, so he wanted to match, and it’s been a while since he’s taken it out. His eyes were lower with fatigue too.
He pulls any necessities out of a small bag in his car that he keeps around for work.
Pinching the edge of his shirt and tugging it up and over himself, he throws it to the bathroom floor. He splashes water over his face before putting an amount of shaving cream on to acutely drag the straight razor down his face. He wishes he could say carefully, but by the umpteenth time, he didn’t care.
Scanning his body, already being so close to the mirror, the amount of scars painting his skin have multiplied since you two split. There was nobody to take care of them like you did, and he sure as hell didn’t.
You kept a medical kit under the bed if he remembers correctly.
So that’s how he found himself trekking to the bedroom, despite how he said he would be unseen. It was for good reason, he justifies.
The door was closed, but unlocked, so with just the turn of the knob he’s hit with a living memory.
He puts one foot in front of the other, eventually getting what he came for. You were nowhere to be seen so he assumed you were in the connected master bathroom.
He was right because the shower was running.
On the other hand, he was also wrong because the slim double doors burst open, revealing you in nothing but a towel wrapped around your chest, still completely dry with a determined expression. He recognizes it. It’s when you’re looking for something.
You yelp once you notice him: “You scared the shit out of me!”
The box feels heavy in his hand, and for the first time, he’s frozen in his spot. Your eyes dart around and your eyebrows dig in the middle at his lack of response. “Hello?”
The silence pauses the world around you. Toji’s dark eyes trail down the towel. He still has every curve memorized, and whatever he couldn’t see, he could guess.
You take this time to do the same thing since your previous emotion had worn off. His muscles look just as good as they did downstairs, but not covered by his trademark black cotton shirt, you find they are littered with more scars than before— which you conclude is why he’s carrying the kit— and the pants still hang dangerously low on his hips. If you squinted, you might be able to see his happy trail.
On the way back up to his face, you catch sight of, of course, the scar on his lip. Although, he does look more like the man you met than the one in your kitchen.
Clean face. His hair is grown out. His skin is glowing like he just washed it, and you’re slightly questioning how he did all this in the 45 minutes that have passed.
It comes to an end as he bravely steps forward, unstopping until he’s right in front of you. Why didn’t you back away?
“Toji?” You call. A beat passes before he responds.
“You haven’t changed a bit.”
You blink up at him, “Glad I can’t say the same for you.”
He drops his head and chuckles deeply at the shot thrown at him.
“I deserved that.” He grins, to which you just nod your head up and down in agreement.
“Well, I need to get in the shower,” in a split second you strut off, grabbing your phone from the bed and going through the doors behind you. “Running the bill up.”
“Y’know that’s never been a problem.” Toji follows close behind. “But can you play nurse f’me?”
“No, do it yourself.”
“I tried.” It was a lie, but not really. He had tried once on duty. “Come patch me up and I’ll go.”
“Toji just throw some peroxide on it and put a bandaid over it,” you whip around with a deep sigh, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Not as easy as you make it sound.”
“It is.”
You two, again, stare blankly at each other, but you have been around Toji long enough to know he would not give in. Ever.
“Fine. Jesus.”
He places the kit on the table with a smirk plastered on his face as you walk up to him. You pop open the box, dig through supplies, and do exactly as you said. Find the peroxide, soak it on a pad, and carefully dab any cuts or scratches. Even though you were separated, you never want to see him hurt. You were glad to find only one or two actual open cuts on his chest.
You manually turn the man in front of you into better lighting so he is facing the mirror and your back is to the counter. Trying to focus on cleaning, you don’t dare look up into his green eyes. You know they’re already looking at you.
His rough hands rest naturally on your hips and he has you backed against the countertop with his weight shifted over you as if caging you in. You count over and over to yourself, hoping, praying your heart will slow down to a pace that he won’t hear thumping through your skin. The atmosphere is hot, the fogging mirror pure evidence of such, and the shower running is white noise.
Toji hisses.
“Sorry, did that hurt? Are you okay?”
Ironically, you were in a similar situation with Chi last week, patching her up after she fell on the concrete. She insulted you, saying her big brother does it better. You had to explain that Megumi was away for school and would return for Thanksgiving.
“Nah, ‘m good. Jus’ wanted to see if ya cared or not.”
Of course. Toji had never once made a sound even if you were to pour alcohol on a deep cut. He laughs lowly at your irritation and eye roll when you shove him away. Though somehow, he saw the rise at the corner of your lip.
“You’re the worst. Get out.”
Running off to the shower, he catches your waist and spins you ‘round. “Don’t run from me,” he says.
You stop your flailing to declare, “You can’t stop me!”
“I’ll catch you every time.”
“Like hell you will,” you grunt.
But alas, his hold on you is tight enough to simmer your movements down to a simple twist and turn. You weren’t getting out any time soon, unfortunately. “Damn you.”
Your arms were pressed up against your chest at the close proximity of being squished together, and you’re leaned back while he leans over you.
Before he even realizes it, his hands are hot and traveling the span of the towel like he was feeling you for the first time again. Your own hands are trapped at his collarbone. Eyes filled with curiosity find his, but he looks out of his element, treading around you carefully as if you were a loaded trap.
Water gathers on your skin from the steam, the heat under the towel multiplying with every second. He’s already so close, and maybe it’s the cloudiness of your surroundings that shows him inching closer, but his scar appears bigger and his eyes soften until he’s tugging you in with a firm grip, barely brushing your lips together as if testing the waters.
Ultimately, you let it happen, brushing your noses back and forth until warning sounds blare in your head. That’s all it took? All the resolve you had?
Or maybe it wasn’t your fault, and he knew just how to break them down. Come into the room, ask you to do something you wouldn’t deny, then say things he knew would frazzle you until you’re in a situation like this— he played his cards perfectly.
You whisper, “To-“
He cuts you off with a soft kiss, placed right on your plump lips. Then he pulls away, only to chase back for more, and then it hits you how you’ve longed to be touched like this. Especially by him.
It was all you ever wanted when you were still together. The way he holds you like you’ll slip away any second, or the slow and sultry kiss, or the thought that he was pouring everything he should have done— or said— into this very moment.
When you do finally manage to get his name out, it comes out hushed. He pretends he doesn’t hear it, tilting his head to find more of you.
The kiss becomes more passionate on both ends when he runs his hands around your body; the both of you know it would be torn to shreds if it were up to him, but even with the extra time to think about what you’re doing, nothing seems to be alarming enough to stop. You place your fingers on his face and neck.
His large hand trails up the back of your thigh until it meets the fat of your cheek. It’s instinct when your arm reaches down to push it away, but it only grips him gently as he squeezes your plush between his digits.
He intakes your lip between his teeth just as he used to, then let’s it go to suck on the skin of your neck as you huff beside him. This finally gives you the chance to respond, but he takes it instead.
“Get in.”
“What?”
“Get yer sweet ass in the shower.” He follows the demand with a peck to your jaw.
“…Oh okay?”
When you step in, it gives you a little time to think alone about what just happened. You tuck a strand of fallen hair behind your ear.
This was a bad idea. Entirely. But dismissing the heat between your legs was easier said than done, and denying the man is something you’ve never been good at when he continuously gets you everything you want. You started staying home for the kids when he was working— and despite the morals that accompany being a woman— he did, in fact, pay all the bills and work all day so you gladly did the housework. When he left, you started working again.
Suddenly, the glass door slides back to reveal Toji’s chest first, then the rest of him follows behind. The effort it takes not to look down is so strong that you turn your head back to the water with intentions of never turning around again. Unfortunately, your soap is over there.
He knew exactly which one it was, especially since he— not only bought it when you ran out— but shared the shower with you. The loofas are hanging nearest the shower-head so his bicep has to brush your shoulder to reach it. There’s a pop, then silence, then another pop before the soap is spreading around your body in a trail. He’s quiet, and not exactly pressed up behind you, but close enough to reach what he needs to. He turns you around while squatting to reach your legs, then lifts your knee over his shoulder to get your thigh and calves. The water rinses off you, to him, then the drain.
It’s innocent until it isn’t. He kisses at the unbelievably soft skin of your thighs while you act as a shield for the rain on your back. With one hand hooked around your thigh and the other supporting your weight, his lips get closer, and closer, until they’re face to face with yours. He looks up at you, maybe even expecting a different expression, but you just peer down at him blissfully when his warm tongue leaves his mouth to swirl at your clit.
It’s slow at first. So slow you think it could a different man. But just when he has you fooled, he lets go of your risen thigh, completely holding the weight of your leg on his neck and relocates the hand to your hip to drag you closer to him. Nose-deep, he was thriving underneath you.
Impatient and sloppy. He ate like a starved man.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as the sweet sounds poured from your lips, almost getting faded away by the shower. His touch was nothing compared to the heat flicking in and out of you. Your balance was completely controlled by him, thank god, because you may be somewhere on the floor with a twisted ankle by now. From here, as he’s bent over, you can see the cursive writing tattoo of both his baby girl’s names displayed on the top of his right shoulder blade. You remember asking where was Megumi’s tattoo, and he joked that the fucker came out looking and acting just like him. “That had to be branding enough,” he said.
He sucks and slurps and it’s a complete mess, but there’s a misshapen smile on your face instead of a frown because fuck— it had been a while since you’d been ate like this. His fingers of the hand that wasn’t holding you in place press up between your walls, allowing a mix of your essence and water to flow down his palm, all the way to the middle of his forearm. The pressure builds.
“Mgghmm,” you whine above him, throwing your head back. The bastard mocked you by returning the sound. The vibrations shot up your core.
He wanted to say something, but if he were to talk, he couldn’t taste you. He saved the speech for later. Your palm finds his hair like it always did when you were close, but what he loves best was that it was muscle memory to move his head how you wanted it. He’d flatten the muscle of his tongue, allowing you to pull his hair in the directions you liked it.
And just like that, your eyes shut and your hips stutter as he sucks on your nub (and whatever else he could fit in his mouth) until you’re shaking and dripping all over his tongue, just how he liked it.
As you came down from your high, it was then you realized this had gone too far. No matter how good it felt. The only connection you two were really supposed to have is through the kids.
“Toji we can’t do this anymore. Not here.” Your hand emphasizes “this,” but you can’t bear to look him in the eyes and say it breathlessly, so you continue to stare up at the ceiling.
He removes his fingers from you and comes to his feet.
“So ya wait until yer dripping down my chin to tell me?” Right on cue, he sticks his fingers in his mouth, cleaning off whatever hadn’t washed away by the water with a devilish smile on his face that you couldn’t see. In case you hadn’t caught on, he didn’t believe you one bit. “I assume I can’t touch ya anymore then?”
You were quiet, unable to respond, still regaining oxygen.
“Aright, that’s fine.”
This does make you look at him, confusion clearly on your face because he never gives up that easily. If he did, he wouldn’t be here.
Your suspicions prove to be completely valid because he steps backwards until his back hits the cold tile, tilting his head as he looks dead in your eyes, just to wrap his dominant hand around the length of his cock that couldn’t seem to get any harder. It was an angry red and carried trailing veins that only got that prominent with neglect. Your mouth drops, but you expect nothing less from someone as shameless as him.
His throat rumbles, “Put on a show, will ya?”
Even as you stand there idly in shock, it was enough for his hand to completely enclose the base of the shaft, and begin to slowly slide upwards. It was glistening with wetness, along with the rest of his dips and curves.
“What makes you think I gotta touch? Got off like this plenty of times on duty,” he affirms. “Ten times better in person though.”
His dark eyes dip down to your collarbone, then your breasts, then your hips, and back up. The loofah was somewhere discarded on the shower floor. How the hell do you respond to this?
You don’t. You stand and stare at the scene in front of you. He said he hasn’t been with anyone but you, and you believe him. Is the tip that’s leaking precum like he’s been untouched in front of you helping his case? You definitely think so.
He notices your unwavering gaze, like a cat to a laser. His hand moves up to the beginning of his mushroom head.
He tips his head at you. “Move yer hands around f’me. Like ya do in the mirror when ya think ‘m not watchin.”
Un-ironically, you knew exactly what he was talking about, so you slowly and drag your hands from your hips, past your waist, around your ribcage and stopping at your chest. With fingers wrapped around the fat and your nipples peeking through, you move them around, just as you remember he would. You had forgotten that quick about your previous words but you have already been trained to listen when he speaks.
“Good girl,” he praises. It was a bonus watching him come all the way back down and up again.
You carry on, even twisting around and moving your hair out of the way. His speed and grip increases simultaneously. “Like that?”
The dark-haired man grunts at the words, because damn did he miss when you spoke that way. “Perfect sweetheart— just like that.”
You felt yourself get wet all over again even when already surrounded with water.
“I know yer thinkin’ of me when you touch yourself like I taught you to.” When you nod, he begins twisting his hand at a slower to medium pace. “I already make you come when ’m not there, don’t I?”
Another nod.
“Yeah, I know. Pretty pussy like yours don’t just take anything, does it?”
You think about all the toys you’ve tried. It doesn’t. “No…”
You watch every strong stroke and the curl of his hand. He groans loudly, his eyes shutting, almost covered by the wet, black hair fallen in front of his face. He can’t see you but your presence is just as effective.
“This cock was made for you. Ya think I still fit like a glove? Yeah?”
He continues on, just knowing that you’re cracking.
“But oh, we shouldn’t be doin’ this though, right honey?” He chuckles. One eye is slightly open and his face is flushed. He watches your expression, like you want to give up everything you’ve worked hard for, just teetering on the edge of the conflict. It’s all yours if you want it, his expression says.
You’ll never allow yourself to do what your heart is saying with your brain yelling at you, so he makes the rough decision.
“Come give me a kiss,” he says.
Before you can stop yourself, you practically jump to him, smashing your lips against his and replacing his hand around his cock with both of your own. They were small compared to his, and yet somehow felt so much better on his skin.
His thumbs situate under your jaw. Toji smiles at your desperation, satisfied that you’ll still fall into his arms, but eventually pulling away and turning you around just to pull you back to his stomach by the hand wrapped around your throat. His voice is declarative in your ear as you move swiftly with carnal desire.
“How ‘bout I fuck you the old way, hm? For good times sake.”
“Yes, please,” you beg, nodding frantically as he forms the arch in your back with his palm. He turns you to the glass door, teasing his length at your entrance, and bringing a hard hand to your ass. You hiss. The feeling turns to pleasure after a while.
Without saying anything, he slides his way in, getting caught somewhere in the middle due to his sheer size, and letting you readjust. It was easier than he thought it’d be. He’d bottomed out within a minute of being inside because you were just that slick, but the journey through your tight cunt was agonizing. He concludes he wasn’t the only one holding out.
“Fuckin’ shit, she remembers me.” He teases. “Look at us. Like two pieces of a puzzle.”
“Oh my god, do you ever shut up?” It comes out before you can stop it. This lands a harsh slap on your ass.
“Just because I like yer snappy mouth don’t mean I can’t punish ya for it. Watch yer tone.”
There’s a pause of where you can’t help but smile a little. “Yes, sir.”
He pulls all the way out, then ruts back in, and it’s then you realize how fucked you are. It’s uncomfortable until about the sixth thrust. You’re the air to a suffocating man. The food to a starving lion. Whatever dramatic analogy you wanted to use would suffice with both hands now digging into your hips and your face pressed against the condensation-soaked glass, and he has no plans of stopping anytime soon.
Your body was still adapting to him since your heart seemed to be made up, but your brain was fuzzy and out of order. That’s just what he did to you. Grunts from his thrusts sound from behind to show you weren’t the only one.
“Feels like the first time again,” he utters to himself. You’re so tight he has to slightly pull your legs apart if he doesn’t want to absolutely paint your insides white. “You’ll milk me dry at this rate.”
“What, daddy ain’t got it in him anymore?” You giggle. You thought it was funny.
Obviously, he didn’t. “Fuck did ya just say to me?”
Whether you were adjusted or not, he tugs both your arms to cross over your ass, being held in one hand at your wrists, and your neck to be forced into the glass by his other. “Don’t try it, brat. I’ll make you count every fuckin’ thrust and write it down tomorrow morning.”
The only reason you didn’t pester on was because he definitely would, and by the end of tonight, there was no way in hell you could remember. What number was this again?
His thighs slap against the back of yours. The water makes the sound ten times louder, and when it mixes with your elongated moans, it fills the entire bathroom. There was strength in every stroke that you couldn’t run away from. Each one rocks you into the glass. It was deep in your tummy, repeatedly, just to remind you that even if there was another man, he could never get to your cervix like Toji could because he was all girth with the length to match.
“Mmphh shit- yes, yes,” your voice is altered by your flat cheek. Everything was so much more sensitive after your first orgasm. Toji hunches over you to reach your clit, leaving the hand that binds your wrists.
The second wave gathers in your stomach every time his tip kisses what feels like your belly button. The tremor of your pussy shoots electricity through his blood. Feeling you clench around his shaft is suffocating, but he holds out by quickly retracting himself once you ride out enough of your orgasm.
The emptiness subsides as he drags you around with his hand clasping your throat and kisses you. It’s rough and too short, but he needed a distraction for you so you don’t realize he’s raising you off the ground.
Mentally-present-you would lecture him about this position in the shower—it’s asking for somebody to fall, you or him, and the cold glass against the span of your back is uncomfortable. You can’t bring yourself to care right now though, not with his hands under your ass and his hold that feels like he’s never letting go.
Just as quickly, you place your hands on his biceps as he slides back in. There’s a deep groan from both of you. Your head tips back, sticking your wet hair to the door and your skin when it runs back and forth along the glass.
“I-I fuck— missed y-you,” your fingers position on his cheek, your half lidded eyes and pouty lips stare through him.
He grunts before kissing you passionately, only pulling away slightly to say it back: “Missed you too sweetheart, ya know that.” His breaths were shallow and raw and you didn’t have to think twice to believe him. His actions since you divorced all the way up until now says so.
With his feet planted firmly on the ground, his cock pounds up into your hole and his balls slap your ass. It’s a lewd and loud scene.
“Missed this tight little pussy too. In fact…”
Before your ankles can lock around his waist, he rotates his hold on your ass to just under your knees, using more strength to not only pull you up, but reposition to where he can throw your legs over both his shoulders. You attempt to inspect what he’s doing but instead catch a glimpse of how far off the ground you are. He knows because he feels your arms connect tighter at his nape and your nails trek through his hair. “W-wait I don’t think—“ you start.
The sheer force of his next thrust rocks the wall, and continues to do so with the ones after that. To prevent from ripping his hair out, your hands relocate to the broad of his back. There, you dip your fingernails as far into his skin as you please because at least you know he likes it. You’ll apologize for adding to his injury later.
“Hh-ah daddy please! right there,” the sounds of his name are louder and right into his ear, over and over again, fueling the blazing fire that has been building up since everything happened. God, how he longed to hear you call for him again on the verge of tears, like he was the only one who could save you. Like you were dependent on him. The voice usually spewing playful insults at him or bickering back is now three octaves higher than usual and screaming his name.
One of his hands draws up to your breast, somehow allowing him to suck and bite while keeping the brutal pace of his thrusts. The other reaches your reddening nub. The only leverage you have right now is the trust in your legs to keep you up.
The initial plan was to tell him you were getting close at the speed of a freight train since he was hitting a group of nerves that sent you to a spiral. The hard part, was that you, in fact, were getting close at the speed of a freight train. So before you can tell him, it slams into you, rendering you speechless and completely stagnant for a moment as your vision clouds with white.
“Goddamn,” his head drops into your chest during your orgasm (that you didn’t heed a warning to) as it swallows him whole. It’s overwhelming after all this time, but not so much that his thrusts completely stop. He grinds his last touch up into you.
When you come back, your breaths are like thirty pound weights. They’re sporadic and the hot steam from the atmosphere is not helping. Toji inches back and forth, and you finally see it when your senses return: his back is rising and lowering, his muscles are straining, his brows come together to a deep crease in the middle of his face, and there’s somehow a warmth inside you that wasn’t there before.
Both catching your breath for a few minutes, he has to break the silence because it sure as hell wasn’t going to be you. “Been a while since I’ve done that.”
“You didn’t tell me you were gonna come inside!” You counter. A small smile creeps onto his face. He’s still buried inside you and you’ve already reverted to your old self.
“Hell, you ain’t tell me you were comin’ at all.”
Truth be told, he hadn’t really meant to, but that’s probably what it was going to come to anyway. It all happened so damn fast before he could stop it, and he doesn’t have the best self control, foretold by how he got here in the first place.
“What if I wasn’t on birth control Toji?”
He shrugs, looks up at you, then pecks your chin, “We woulda made it work.”
Without thinking, he slowly pulls out and overstimulates you in the process. He doesn’t set you down yet, but instead lets you hold onto him with the strength you have left as he finds a way to clean you.
Sometime through the process he instructs you to push.
“What?”
“You want me to reach ‘n get it myself?”
Your eyes shoot wide. “Toji!”
——
After everything dies down, the heater is blasting throughout the room while you’re tucked under the covers, comfortably waiting for the bed to dip and reveal the large man’s presence.
It does, but not after he did a double take in the mirror, contemplating his werewolf of a lover.
•—————•
11:37 AM
Toji knows when you disassociate. It’s the arms subconsciously tucked protectively around yourself, gazing blankly at nothing in particular, breathing heavy and long while biting your lip.
The ruffle of a plastic bag catches your attention, and when he stalks over to you, his body filling out the shirt he threw on this morning in all the right spots, you only seem to focus on the everlasting warmth in his eyes. He comes to a halt less than a foot away.
“Yer thinking,” he declares.
The observation rips your eyes from his as you proceed to deny it, an immediate response to being caught red-handed. “I’m not. Not about anything important at least.”
His head barely tilts to the side, an incredulous smile lifting the scar on his lip. “Right. It’s the same one Emi makes, jus’ without the sad pout.”
A fleeting image of your little girl clouds your brain. He was 100% correct.
Instead of answering, you turn yourself around, back to the soup, mindlessly stirring and trying to convince yourself it needs a few more minutes.
This was a horrible idea because now your back is turned to him.
Anyone in their right mind knows you don’t turn your back to Toji.
He’s sneaky and quick; quick to bring his large hands over your shoulders, curling his fingers around the muscles of your trap as if he’s known they’d been tight all night, and pressing on upwards closer to your neck. It was like he was treading how far you’d let him go before you regretted it, but there was nothing respectful about how close he was pressed up to you, or about the night before. He has done so much worse but this is where he becomes careful. His chin comes to rest in the open space beside your face, redirecting his hands to gliding down your hips.
“Cmon, what did I say about running from me?” He coos. You don’t respond, so he goes on, his breath chilly on your skin. “Smells good in here. What’cha makin?”
“Soup.” You state. And an afterthought: “Potato.”
“Good, it’ll make sure you stay nice and warm.” On queue, his large hands connect at your stomach delicately.
The descriptors were two perfect words for how he felt hovering behind you. His shadow overtakes yours and he was too quiet so you watch his eyes fall closed in your peripheral.
Toji was sulking in it. Being able to hold you like this. Truthfully, he didn’t think you’d let him; there was just tacit boundaries the two of you held when you split. He was always gone, and despite how much you loved them, him leaving his kids completely to you while he constantly worked was hard; money was never an issue.
Once everything was over, he made sure to find a way to take off more often. He wouldn’t dare lose his girls like he lost you. Thankfully, never were you completely out of his life, just the slightest bit out of reach.
Your sweet smell floated through his nostrils like it had when you met. It was you and him, the faint sound of the TV, no kids to pull you apart, none of your family to question why you still talk to him after he drops his “package” (the kids) off and leaves, no arguments from your responses being “I love them just as much as he does”—
None of that.
There’s a small sound that only registers as a kiss when you feel his soft lips barely press down against your neck. You soothe it to the opposite side, giving him space to do so. It felt so right, you fit in his arms like nobody else, and while you were thinking about it—there were no plans to go back into dating. Toji would kill them. Literally.
He hadn’t meant to do it, but he was so caught in the moment that he didn’t realize. You were so close already, and to him, each one symbolizes another thing he misses about you and another thing he wishes he did differently.
There’s a gentle hum in the air, and at the same time, Toji pulls you closer to him. You willingly follow with all your weight in his hands, your hair now dangling between you. His flat hand leaves your stomach to twist the knob on the stove. Then, it works with his other hand to pull the small bag you remember seeing the night prior that’s hanging on his wrist off and open. The silver of his wedding band still stretches across his finger, while yours was bare.
“What’s this? I thought those were for Emi and Chi?” You ask comfortably. He doesn’t respond immediately, but he searches past the paper and retrieves a medium sized box wrapped with matching pink ribbon, then rests the cute gift bag aside on the counter.
“Hafta spoil all my girls— you know that.”
His voice is rich with clarity and love in your ear, and to make things worse, he nudges his nose delicately around the area.
“Toji, you know I can’t take—“
Before you can finish, he pops the velvet box open with one hand, rubbing and caressing you with the other, and there’s a silver, diamond-studded tennis bracelet. Looking into the box, it’s round-cut and customized to where between every individual diamond, there’s a tiny, pink sapphire jewel to give it some color.
You audibly gasp as it shines and glitters, even resting idly in front of you. Toji weighs out your reaction. He concludes it good when your cheeks redden and your eyes glisten at the sight.
Suddenly, the same eyes dart away from the gift, and a wave of emotions washes over you. Once you process it, you quickly turn in Toji’s arms and look up at him with a painted face of worry and a solid pout.
He knows you know now, and there’s no going back.
As a response to show you how he truly felt about things so you can determine how close you are, you’re proven right when his eyes sink and the most genuine smile overtakes his lips.
Your widened eyes gradually mist up, your brows upturn as you stare at him from below, and all he can think about is how much you really do look like his baby girl.
“…Don’t do this to me,” you plead, voice wavering but barely there, and the tear threatening to fall finally growing heavy. “Please don’t make me…again…” He wipes it away with his thumb as it drops.
You hadn’t realized your hands were gripping his shirt desperately.
Some days you dreamed of this. Other days you prayed it would never happen again. No matter what, you would always love him, but he can’t slither his way in and crush the wall you’ve rebuilt. The one you’ve tried your damndest to protect. And all it took was for him to hold you like he did before to make it all come crumbling down. Who’s to blame for it?
His expression doesn’t change despite your begging, and it reminds you that, to him, you will always be the beautiful girl he declared the love of his life. He can’t see you any other way.
Which is why he grabs a hold of your hand, carefully lowers himself to a knee, and presses a gentle kiss to your fingertips. This propels your tears to fall so much worse, and it’s so overbearing, you don’t know what to do. The nights the kids were running around, not listening, driving you insane after a frustrating day at work and you just wanted to be held— nobody was there. You couldn’t call him; all you had was yourself. And yet, you register what your heart’s decision is when the first thing you do when clueless and buried under hurt is call his name.
“Toji.”
You can barely see him under the tears, but he’s holding the box up to you. Instead of a ring, it was something so much more and personal, passing as a simple generous gift to anyone who wasn’t in the situation you share.
“This bracelet’s more than the ring I proposed with. Not only by price— ‘cause you deserve the best— but as I ask if you’ll take this, I recite the vows I failed to uphold in my head. I made a promise to be with you; to hold ya from that day forward, through all of better and worse, sickness and health—and yet you felt alone. Won’t ever forgive myself for that.”
Tears were streaming down your face as you sob, shaking in his hand. Was this really happening? Or was it a fever dream?
“I’m not a good man, but you’re a “once in a lifetime” woman, and you balance me out. I’ll be damned if someone good does come around, no matter how perfect y’all are for each other, because I’m a selfish fucker, and I’d rather die than see you look at someone else the way you look at me. So, to love and to cherish— if you’ll have me one last time— it’s till death do us part baby.”
You don’t respond. Instead, you stand there and weep.
Take him back? You want to. He has been coming home much more than he used to.
But it was your very first marriage. Your dream wedding: you walked down the isle in the setting sun, you snorkeled and felt free during your honeymoon—you felt like a princess. Then after a while, it all ended with the beside empty, or other nights, occupied by one of the girls that couldn’t sleep. He waits patiently in front of you, rubbing between your fingers in his hand.
Then, faintly, he hears, “I’m scared,” with a heavy cry at the end. This prompts him back up to his feet, holding his arms out, and he encases you. You immediately stain his shirt an even darker shade of black, holding onto him for dear life.
He brushes your hair past your ears. This opens you back up to him, even if it’s just the side of your puffy cheeks and eyes. He kisses the hair on your head. “I know.”
You were going to say yes, it’s all you’ve ever wanted. But what if he doesn’t uphold? Or something happens between you two? It’s not just you now, it’s the kids as well. Though it will also be better for them if you two are present and married; there’s no more Mommy and Daddy’s house, or “my mom is picking me up from school,” but one, single coordinated family. They’ll grow knowing their parents are comfortable around each other with stability.
You would do anything for them, you realize, even if it does come to suffering by a man they call their father.
“Yes,” you croak out.
Toji looks down at you, blinking, a little confused. He hadn’t expected you to make your mind up. He thought he was going to have to convince you that he would do anything to get you by his side again, not just because you were stubborn, but because it was what he deserved.
What he hadn’t taken account for, was the strength of a mother’s love. His thumbs gingerly glide over your red, puffy cheeks, and nothing he could say can tell you how happy he is, so he sets it upon himself to stuff it all into one kiss and a few words.
I want Toji to crush me under his weight when he collapses on top of me (still balls deep) immediately after cumming in me. I wanna not be able to breathe from the weight of that beefy mf on me PLS GOD.
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With this, I would like to open commissions for Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Tears of Themis, Jujutsu Kaisen (on my secondary blog, @tojisblade) or other original work (i. e. a story for your OC's etc.)
This is unfortunately due to the fact that I was faced with a lot of sudden and new expenses at once (credit card debts, general expenses) and am now unable to pay off some of my debts, even though I work full-time.
I would like to open my commissions for this reason!
You may commission anything you like, I don't really have a limit for my writing or comfort zone, if there would be something I dislike / wouldn't want to write, I would let you know. This is - however - not the case for many things so, everything could be talked over easily.
As for prices, since I want to make this a little easy for all of you, I would charge ~10€ for a 2k long fic / story. Of course, if you want to, you can get longer fics for a higher price.
Of course, if you want to support me in general, you can just donate something on my Ko-Fi, too!
Please contact me in DM's for more info! I would love to bring some of your commissions to life <3 You may find my Ko-Fi link on my navigation post! If I'd add it here, tags don't work.
Even if you can't support me in a financial way, please share this post to people who are interested!
no matter who it was from, whether it was hana, toji or kento, or somebody from work wanting to update you with something, you didn’t care. you were just sitting in your car, parked on the side of the road as you were just sobbing and trying to figure out what the fuck you were going to do.
you loved kento. you loved him so much and it hurt you so much that you were the one who caused him so much heartbreak when you vowed to him on your wedding day that you would never do such thing.
well… things just don’t turn out the way they should, huh?
you hated every single bit of yourself that made you so obsessed with work and so negligent of what really mattered in life.
getting sick and tired of the constant ringing of your phone, you picked up; “what? what the fuck do you want?”, you yelled.
“sorry, sweetie. i… just got worried”, toji mumbled softly, his voice immediately relaxing you.
“i’m so sorry, toji. i didn’t mean to yell at you. what’s up?”
“i was just wondering how you were doing after what happened last night? did you… meet him?”, he asked.
“mhm. i did. i was there just now”, you replied, putting the call on speakerphone and leaving it on the passenger seat. “it was… intense.”
“i can imagine. do you need to talk about it?”, he offered. you shook your head until you remembered that he couldn’t see you.
“no, it’s alright. i’m just… going home now. i need to rest. is that okay? i’m just so tired.”
“that’s okay, sweetheart. rest well, yeah? how far away from home are you? do you want me to pick you up somewhere?”
“toji, listen. that’s all so sweet and everything but i just want to be left alone. is that too hard to understand?”, you finally snapped, the frustrations of everything that was happening finally getting to you. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to snap at you. you… were just trying to be nice. i’m just so exhausted. the talk with kento didn’t go as well as i had hoped and it just bugged the hell out of me. i’m going to hang up now, yeah? sorry.”
once you ended the call without waiting for his reply, you hit your head against the steering wheel, jolting as the horn suddenly went off. “fuck!”, you yelled out, in hopes that screaming would help you.
it didn’t.
—
once you were settled back at home, you went back to your old habits of grabbing the nearest bottle of wine and just starting to drink directly from it. once the thoughts and memories were blurred enough, you were just sitting in silence on your couch, hating yourself for how much you hurt the one person you always claimed to love so much.
drunk actions were mistakes most of the time. and you did one massive one after drinking too much once more.
because you called kento as you were sobbing, speaking on his voicemail how you hate yourself for hurting him, how you wish you could turn back time and be the wife you wanted to be for him.
everything just hurt. your heart hurt as you cried before you hung up the phone and just laid there on the couch, still and just staring at the ceiling. you didn‘t even realize how much time passed as you were lost in your thoughts.
you heard the door unlock, confused at who it possibly could be as you sat up. you lived alone so who the hell could this be?
“sweetie? y/n, hey, look at me. are you okay?”, the voice was familiar but it felt like it was coming from miles away. “god, how much did you drink? okay, fuck, uhm, hold on.”
you were carefully laid back onto the couch as the person disappeared in the kitchen, returning with a glass of water.
“nanami? what are you doing here?”, you slurred as you finally recognized your ex-husband after he made you drink the glass of water.
“your call had me worried so i asked hana for your spare key that you left with her. i’m… sorry. i shouldn’t have come.”
“no… thank you. you always take care of me. i’m so sorry for everything”, you mumbled as everything you ate and drank tonight slowly started coming up. “oh, shit.” were the only two words coming out of you mouth as you got up and quickly went to the bathroom to vomit.
nanami followed you quickly and held you from behind so that you didn’t lose your balance.
once you were done and sitting on the cold tiles of your bathroom, you were slowly sobering up, looking at me.
“i don’t even remember calling you.”
“well, i guess you thought it went to voicemail but it didn’t. you were rambling on and on and i just… had to make sure you were okay”, nanami then said. “listen–”
“kento, no. i’m still too drunk and hungover at the same time – don’t ask how, i don’t know either – to talk about this. i just… want to sleep. please?”, you asked him.
he could see in how your body slacked against the bathtub how exhausted you really were and nodded. “are you done here?”, he pointed to the toilet and you nodded. he got up from next to you and lifted you up with ease; you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you to your bedroom and let you sit on the bed.
“let me get you changed, yeah?”
you were too powerless to disagree, so you just nodded and let him do his work. he grabbed some pajamas and undressed you before he helped you into the fresh set of clothes, putting the dirty clothes into the laundry basket before he carefully put the blanket on you.
kento quickly oriented himself around, placing a bucket next to the bed in case you had to vomit again, looking around and placed a carafe and a glass of water on the nightstand. he cleaned up as much as he could and got too exhausted at the process.
he would just sit down on the couch for a bit…
he fell asleep.
—
when you woke up, you were extremely confused. you were in pajamas, a carafe with water on your nightstand and you sighed, smiling softly. you carefully got up and went to the kitchen slash living room. when you saw kento hugging himself tightly, shivering as he wasn’t covered with a blanket.
you felt so horrible that you quickly went to grab a thick blanket to put it on him, your emotions on such a massive overdrive that you had tears in your eyes once again. he stayed over all night because of you, huh?
you put something easy together to cook, not feeling perfect yet to cook something proper but it was important you got something down before you took your pain meds.
“wait, let me help you with that”, kento suddenly appeared behind you and grabbed some of the eggs you were holding in your hand.
“good morning”, you smiled at him. “i’m sorry i called you last night. i shouldn’t have. it was wrong of me.”
“hey, maybe this was something like a sign for us both to have a proper conversation, huh? yesterday didn’t go as well so we could try today again? just to talk. i promise. we should be able to be civil enough to hold a regular conversation, right?”
you nodded. “let’s make breakfast together and then we can talk?”, you suggested and he agreed.
once the breakfast was ready and served, you sat across from each other and dove in.
“so… let’s set some little boundaries first: you don’t have to answer anything you’re not comfortable with. but i hope that you answer everything i ask truthfully. i will do the same”, kento started. “with that… can i ask who that was two days ago?”
“that was uh… toji. fushiguro toji. i met him at a bar when i needed to clear my head and he was the bartender. we got into talking, he asked me out but it was just a little dinner between two people. it ended up being more afterwards. we just slept together. i made it clear to him that i was not ready for a relationship at the moment”, you replied truthfully and honestly.
“so… you didn’t know him… before?”
“no. as i said yesterday, i never cheated on you or have considered cheating on you throughout our entire relationship and marriage. what… about you? met someone new yet?”
he just shook his head.
“i’m still kind of processing the divorce”, kento replied.
“i want to apologize, kento. for how i handled the last moments of our relationship. it was not fair of me and i realize now the many mistakes i made during our marriage”, you mumbled. “and me sleeping with somebody else so quickly after probably made you doubt everything you believed in. god, i’m so stupid.”
“no, listen, sweetie. i’m not angry that you slept with someone else. it’s okay. i promise. we’re no longer married, you have no sort of commitment to me and you’re absolutely free to do whatever you like”, kento replied, smiling softly.
“i missed being able to talk to you like this. maybe not this specific topic but… i really did”, you mumbled, chuckling.
“me, too, sweetie. me, too.”
—
kento ended up staying until evening again. you spent some time together, talking, especially about things you would have done differently if you had realized them before. you drank some alcohol-free cocktails he made, as you were dancing around your apartment with your most favorite songs playing.
he watched you, finding you so adorable and endearing. it felt like the times before everything fell apart. where you were still happy.
kento grabbed you by your waist and held you close by, spinning you around for a moment before he pulled you in close again, looking down at you as he smiled softly. he was so enchanted by your eyes, the way they sparkled and he just couldn’t hold himself back – he missed kissing those pretty lips of yours way too much to stop himself.
“kento”, you sighed, oh, so gently against his lips, slowly melting into the kiss as it got more intense. “we…”
“shh”, he shushed you, before he kissed you again, fingers entangling in your hair as he pulled you in closer. “just… let me have this.”
you stopped resisting altogether as he finally kissed you like he wanted for so long, it felt like you were back in your early twenties, so needy and desperate for each other as he slowly moved you back against the wall. “kento”, you whined softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “we really shouldn’t.”
“i know… but why does it feel so right, huh?”, he asked, interrupting any further answers with another kiss, before he quickly moved to your neck, you let out a soft whine as you felt his teeth gently graze your skin.
“i don’t know”, you whispered, moving your hands slowly to his hair as you played with the strands. “it does feel really fucking right, though.”
kento chuckled at your brash wording, shaking his head. “i missed this so much, baby. can i…?”, he questioned then, pointing at your pajama top – you hadn’t changed from what he had put on you since waking up this morning because you had been lazy as hell. “i need you.”
desperate kento had been a rare sight even when you were still married and happy. he was such a composed man, even when you were still young and naive. so, seeing him like this and directly asking you if he could take off your clothes was a surprise. a pleasant one at that.
you didn’t know what would come out if you’d open your mouth so you just ended up nodding. he smiled softly, grabbing your top’s hem and pulling it off your body. his lips started wandering down your neck and collarbones before he slowly went down on his knees as he couldn’t bow down anymore.
kento was leaving soft kisses over your stomach before he looked up at you again, silently asking if he could pull your shorts down. once you nodded, he pulled on the fabric, revealing your panties and he pulled those aside before he planted a gentle kiss on your clit. that simple action had you arch into him, you hadn’t seen him going down on you in months and it was incredibly hot.
he licked over your wet folds and he slowly grew into it, lifting your leg over his shoulder for better access. you were just able to bury your fingers in his hair and try your best to keep your balance; his grip on your legs was more than enough however. kento was desperate to get a taste of you, having missed you so much in those past months you had been distant to him.
“fuck, sweetheart”, he groaned as he stopped for a moment, leaving kisses over your thighs, edging you. “i should keep on edging you.”
he let out a chuckle as you shook your head in protest. “oh, but i should, sweetie. remember when you stopped paying attention to me? i should punish you for that and keep you waiting just like you kept me waiting for you.”
“not fair”, you whined when you felt his lips on your pussy again, tugging on his hair as pleasure rushed through your body once more, a soft whine leaving your lips as you melted into it again and this time, kento didn’t stop. he kept on sucking, licking and bringing you to the edge over and over but always careful to stop just before you could come on his tongue.
“i’m sorry, fuck, kento, please!”, you cried out, whining and finally kento had mercy on you and had you shaking and trembling in his grip, tongue flicking over that sensitive nub over and over even after you were going through the last few aftershocks of your orgasm.
once you had calmed down and noticed kento standing in front of you again, you realized what the hell you were doing right now.
“kento, we shouldn’t. we really shouldn’t. right? i’m so confused right now. fuck”, you mumbled. it felt so good, so fucking right but was it really?
“i know…”, he whispered gently, not judging you for your confliction. “i love you, y/n. more than i could possibly put into words. but if you’re unsure about this right now, maybe… it’s a better idea if i leave.”
you were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice kento gently kissing you one last time, grabbing his coat and leaving your apartment silently, leaving you naked in your apartment.
—
“you did what?”, hana yelled at you over the phone.
“listen– i don’t know what happened. and i stopped it as soon as i came to the realization but i guess it may have been a tiny bit late”, you replied as you laid down in your bed and cuddled up into the warm blanket.
“a little bit is kind of undermining the whole situation, huh?”, hana replied with a sigh. “what about toji? have you talked to him ever since two nights ago?”
“yeah, he called asking how i was doing once but i was in such a bad mood because of the whole thing with kento i snapped at him, too, and he hasn’t attempted to contact me since. i was thinking of calling and apologizing again though. he didn’t deserve that kind of treatment after how nice he was to me.”
“yeah, maybe you’ll fuck him again, too”, hana said, tone slightly snappy and sarcastic. she tried to mask it but you heard it.
“do you have a problem with me, hana?”, you asked.
“you sleep with one guy, go back to your ex, almost sleep with him again and now you want to apologize to your one-night-stand for treating him bad once? fucking hell, y/n, get yourself together. you’re twenty-six, not eighteen”, hana snapped, anger brewing in her voice.
“i just asked for your advice. but alright. i know what i need to do anyway. have a good night”, you replied with a cold tone in your voice before you hung up and turned around in bed, trying to fall asleep.
—
“i’m sorry if i made things awkward that night when i suddenly appeared in front of you when you had somebody over”, nanami started with a gentle and apologetic smile. it was the first time you both saw each other in now over a month ever since the divorce was finalized.
“ah, that’s… okay. it was a bit awkward to explain at first but i’m glad we’re able to meet one more time. especially after yesterday, i guess”, you asked.
after you had your first sexual encounter in months with fushiguro toji, your ex-husband had suddenly appeared at your new house, asking for one meet-up to chat and talk everything out. that convo had been long overdue and nanami had found the perfect moment to come see you when you were clothed in toji’s stuff and recovering from all the sex you had that night.
and then he ate you out after taking care of drunk-you. hana was right. you had to get a grip on your life again. this was no way to continue on.
“well… i have been better”, he chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “i missed you.”
it felt so wrong to hear him say those words when he was the one asking for separation. it all just felt so wrong. you shouldn’t be here with him. you should be at home or in your office doing your work. you should be anywhere except here with him, especially not in your old home that you shared for five whole years.
“kento, why are we here? why are you here?”, you wanted to skip the small talk and just get to the point. “it’s been over a month since we divorced. why are you here? and why are you still wearing your ring? why were you there last night, cleaning after my mess and taking care of me?”
you had noticed the golden band around his ring finger last night already. your brain however didn’t want to process that it was the ring you had put on his finger five years ago with the vow of never doing any mistake to make him remove it.
“because i… i can’t get over you. fuck, i tried. i tried so many times, for so fucking long. i just can’t”, kento grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “i miss you and i need you. the divorce was the biggest mistake i’ve ever made. please. give us another chance?”
you immediately pulled your hand away again.
“kento, we can’t. you asked for the divorce, i accepted because you were right. i would never be the wife you need. even during an entire month of not being in public, all i could think of was work and the newest headlines i could create. please. don’t make this harder on yourself than it has to be, sweetie”, you begged, grabbing his hand once more but this time to remove the ring from his finger and place it in the middle of the table.
“this ended the night you told me you were tired. we ended the night you told me you wanted a divorce”, you continued. “don’t do this to yourself. listen, i love you. i’ve always loved you, it has always been you and nobody else. if this is your way of figuring out if i ever cheated on you or something, no. i have never been unloyal to you, sweetie. i swear. you were and always will be my one true love. but it’s time for us both to move on, hm?”
tears were rolling down your cheeks but you ignored them, letting go of his hand for the last time. “please, kento. i don’t care if you want to hurt me in any way but please. don’t hurt yourself. you don’t deserve all that heartbreak. and i’m sorry that i was the one who ended up causing you to hurt this way.”
—
once you were home, there was toji sitting on the ground in your entrance, waiting for you to come home.
“what are you doing here?”, you asked him as he got up, smiling at you.
“i had to see you. i didn’t like how we ended yesterday’s conversation. i just… needed to make sure you were really okay”, he replied, sighing. he followed you inside as you unlocked your front door and sat down on the couch. “come here.”
he had clearly noticed you just had gone through something emotional – your eyes were reddened from crying and you broke down as you wrapped your arms around his neck and you were seated on his lap. tears were rolling down your eyes again as you explained what had happened earlier that day with kento and how you couldn’t even confide in hana anymore because she was tired of your indecisiveness.
you were, too.
“so… he was here, and he ate you out, huh?”, he mumbled to himself, unexplainable jealousy overpowering every nerve in his body and he acted without being able to think rationally.
“yeah? is that the only thing you got from my sob story?”, you shook your head, rolling your eyes.
“of course not. that part just stuck out to me because… considering i was quite literally fucking your brain’s out two nights ago. wasn’t me enough, sweetheart?”, he asked with a dark chuckle.
“are you acting you’re jealous right now? because i can’t really deal with this right now, toji. we’re not together, we went on one single date and fucked once. you don’t get to play the jealousy card”, you got defensive quite quickly and he lifted his hands to pull a ‘i’m kidding’ card, giggling.
“i’m just playing with you, sweetcheeks. of course, i’m aware of that. but let me just play around a little with you, it’s fun to see you so wild and frustrated”, he laughed. “let me kiss those pretty lips as an apology, hm? how does that sound?”
you couldn’t help but remember the way he had kissed you two nights prior, with so much passion and need. would he kiss like that again? would there more happening? you were painfully aware of what a mistake this would be again, but there was something so compelling about this man that you couldn’t simply refuse.
you just couldn‘t stop thinking about it. and how good of a distraction this would be.
he held your chin between his thumb and index finger, kissing you oh, so gently, surprising you fully.
“missed those pretty lips of yours”, he mumbled, softly pulling on your lips with his thumb before he kissed you again. “they were so mean to me yesterday and now you’re just sitting so prettily on my lap, just waiting for me to kiss you again.”
“mhm”, you agreed lazily, humming softly.
the next kiss was a repetition of two nights ago – rough, needy and desperate as you fiddled with his shirt and pulled the fabric off his skin, feeling up his gorgeous, muscular body as you enjoyed the feeling of him holding you in his grasp.
“toji, god, i shouldn’t but this… i need you, need you to distract me, huh?”, you whispered, kissing all over his cheek, jaw, neck and down his collarbone as you slowly slid off his lap and pulled down his joggers, quickly had your lips around his tip. you did all this so fast he hadn’t even time to process what was happening.
the groan he let out was loud, he was immediately melting into it as his cock got harder with each little suck, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips jerked into your mouth.
“come on, baby, you can take it, huh? take me deeper, all the way down your throat, baby”, he amped you up, you started going really down on him, gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat. you hadn’t even taken in all of him so you wrapped your hand around the base as you jerked him off with each move up and down.
“fuck, such a good girl for me, huh? taking me so fucking good, baby, you’re so good to me”, he groaned, grabbing the back of your head as he guided your head down, watching the saliva dripping down your chin and he just smiled.
his hips jerked up as he was slowly reaching the edge, giving you a final warning before he came deep down your throat, waiting for you to swallow it.
“such a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby? did so well for me”, he praised you, your cheeks heating up as you wiped off the saliva from your mouth. you grew a little shy as you didn’t reply, you slowly removed your panties from under your dress and got back up as you sat down on his lap again and aligning his leaking tip with your wet entrance, before he could protest and stop you from riding him without any sort of prep, you quickly sank down on his cock – quite easily, too, to his surprise.
“ah, fuck, such a good pussy”, he grunted, hands around your hips as he set a fast and rough pace of him slamming you down on his cock.
“t-toji!”, you cried out, trying to hold onto him as best as possible as he fucked you, “so, so good, don’t stop.”
“feeling good, sweetheart? did he make you feel this good, too? did you let him fuck you?”, he grunted with each thrust, he hated how childish he was acting but the way you squeezed around him was just too much for him, his brain was clouded and he couldn’t think straight.
“n-no!”, you whimpered, shaking your head.
“good. because you know what?”, he asked, tone sharp.
you couldn’t even reply, everything slowly went blurry as you neared your first orgasm.
“this pretty pussy’s all mine, baby. just mine”, he hissed before he slammed your hips down particularly rough, making you cry out as you came around him, leaving a creamy ring around his base as he didn’t stop and proceeded overstimulating your body.
“gonna cum in your sweet pussy, mark you all mine. you’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”, he groaned, he was fucking you fast and rough, a shimmer of sweat was already covering his body and the overstimulation of his cock with the blowjob from earlier had him keep you down connected to his cock for a moment as he spilled his cum deep inside.
“fuck, taking all of this so good, taking all of me so fucking good, sweetheart”, he groaned, pulling out as he watched his cum slowly drip out.
“so, how about i take you to your bedroom and make you remember how good i fuck you, hm?”
—
once more, you were underneath him, this time fully naked as toji climbed on top of you and had his cock buried deep inside of you with a swift motion, your arms were wrapped around his broad shoulders as he breathed out and buried his head against your neck.
“fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. can’t get enough of your pretty pussy”, he grunted as he slowly started building a rhythmic pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin was like music to your ears and he watched your every reaction.
your eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook every part of your body, back arching against him as he wrapped his one arm around your waist to have a better grip on your body and the other arm sneaked up next to yours and entangled your hands with each other.
“toji, fuck, please, fuck me”, you begged, “need it harder.”
“harder? do you think you can handle that, baby?”, he mocked you, laughing, but he complied, his pace growing faster and more erratic as his overstimulated body was close to another release yet again.
“want me to bury my cum inside your pussy again, baby? mark you fully as mine as i make a mess of you and your pretty cunt?”, he groaned. you could only nod in response.
you lost count of how many times toji fucked you that night.
no matter how many breaks you took, how many times he stopped for a moment to catch his breath before proceeding, he was relentless, desperate for more, more and more.
toji had grown fully addicted to your taste and the way you felt around him, the way you made him feel.
“gonna cum again, sweetie, fuck, you’re taking me so well, doing so fucking good for me, princess”, he praised you once more, before his body started trembling again and you felt his cock twitch inside of you, filling you up again.
“i-i can-can’t anymore”, you whimpered, body limp and exhausted, desperate of a break.
“you can, baby. you can, you took more than this two nights ago, i know you can”, toji protested, but he pulled out nevertheless and jerked off, splatters of his cum decorating your stomach and chest.
“you’re so gorgeous, such a beautiful mess for me, baby”, he mumbled, laying down next to you as he pulled you in close. “and all mine to fuck.”
“not yours.”
you let out a cry as you felt his hand sneak around your body and his fingers play with your clit, slowly rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves as you came once more, crying out as everything was blurry.
“all. mine”, he repeated before he planted a soft kiss on your cheek, turning you onto your back again before he started with his sweet torture once again, just not with his cock but his fingers, either playing with your clit or easing a finger inside easily.
“shh, shhh, such a good girl for me, taking everything i give you so well, baby. you deserve the world, deserve to feel happy and taken care of, don’t you?”, he whispered, talking sweet nothings to you as he made you forget about everything and anything happening to you in the past two days, except for him and him alone.
because after all, nothing else mattered except for him and you.
i wasn‘t honestly sure how to end this so i decided on an open ending for this one. i‘ll leave it up to your imagination if toji and y/n ended up getting together again. let me know what you think of this because this was the longest thing i’ve written in years and i’m actually really proud of it.
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thank u for inspiring me to do this @spideyyeet i should have done this a long time ago.
it’s 2:30am and i’m still up writing because i‘m so hyped to finish this second part of the toji fic. i’m going so good rn, current wc is 3.9k and you‘re probs gonna hate reader in this one hihi
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this was just a tiny update bc i‘m so amped up about the word count, i haven’t written something so long in years lmao. i might be able to finish the fic in the next hour or two :3 no promises tho
synopsis: after your divorce, you kept quiet and to yourself as you took a break to recover from everything. you ended up meeting fushiguro toji, who ended up asking you out and delivering the 'best possible medicine to heartbreak' as your best friend had recommended. getting fucked with no strings attached.
wc: 2.7k
cw: unprotected sex, fem!reader, pet names (good girl, baby, sweetheart), oral, overstimulation, toji is FERAL, cliffhanger at the end, part two will follow with some angst and more :3
this is not proofread.
likes and reblogs, as well as feedback is very much appreciated!
“you know what?”, your best friend, hana, suddenly said, gulping down the wine she had just sipped. “you really have to get fucked.”
you choked on your own wine, spluttering in shock as you stared at her. “what the fuck, hana?!”, you giggled, shaking your head. “no, i do not.”
“fuck, yes you do. come on, babe, you’ve separated from your ex-husband weeks ago. it’s time for you to get fucked again, like… just raw, meaningless sex. no strings attached. that’s everything. believe me, that’s the best medicine”, hana giggled, drinking her glass empty and filling it up again, clearly tipsy already.
“i totally disagree. i’m… okay.”
“no, baby, you’re not. you’re not and it’s too obvious. you don’t take care of yourself anymore. i’m absolutely worried about you. but i know that this is just temporary and you will get yourself together again. i just worry that you won’t be able to do so without forgetting about the separation. and honestly? the best medicine to get that crap out of your head is by getting fucking drunk and get into it with somebody.”
you sighed, still shaking your head in disbelief that this conversation actually happened.
—
the headache you woke up with the next morning was something you were used to from the past few weeks – getting drunk to the point you were throwing up almost every single day. this only started after your husband – well, ex-husband now – asked for separation and divorce, after you had become so distant to him because of your research and work.
it had been weeks on weeks where you wouldn’t even spare a glance at him, exchanged barely a word with him. of course, he would get sick and tired of this.
it was too late when you realized your mistake and finally snapped out of it. that day was the same one he had asked for a divorce.
luckily, it was a quick and easy case – you both had quickly agreed on your assets. you didn’t want anything, just enough of your shared savings that you could afford a new apartment to rent.
it was yet another lonely evening in a shabby bar in tokyo, you were drinking some lightly alcoholic beverage just because you didn’t want to get totally drunk again.
“what is a gorgeous woman like you doing in this shabby ass place, sweetheart?”, the bartender asked – a very tall and muscular man, smirking at you. you lean your head to the side, noticing a tiny scar on his lip’s right side.
“what is a handsome man like you working at a shabby bar like this?”, you encountered, chuckling. “can you give me some alcohol-free cocktail? i don’t… want to get drunk tonight.”
“well, coming to a bar in general was the wrong idea then, sweetie.”
“i’m fully aware”, you laughed, shaking your head. “i just needed to get out of my home for a night.”
“well, no matter what got you here, you’re very welcome and here is your drink.” as you reached for your purse, he shook his head, refusing the pay for the drink. “no, no, this one’s on me, yeah? enjoy, sweetheart.”
“thanks, uhh... what’s your name?”, you asked, giggling as you sipped the cocktail.
“it’s toji. fushiguro toji”, he introduced himself, smirking confidently and you couldn’t help but think about how fucking hot that man was and the words of hana struck back into your head.
maybe she was right. it had been weeks and you were nothing but a total mess, thinking about your past life with your ex-husband every minute of every single day.
“nice to meet you, toji. i’m y/n”, you introduced yourself with the first genuine smile in weeks on your lips.
“oh! aren’t you that news reporter? you do those real cool investigations on undiscussed topics, don’t you?!”, he asked, eyes widening. “i didn’t recognize you at first, sorry about that!”
“ah, no worries. i have been on a break for the past three weeks, so…”, you trailed off. “i.. guess i haven’t really been working on anything much.”
“ah, we all have those times. want to talk it out? sometimes emptying out your heart to some stranger can help”, toji chuckled as he wiped off some of the glasses, drying them off to place them back on the counter.
“is that really a thing?”, you retorted, laughing with him. “i never believed in that, to be honest. my best friend suggested i needed to get fucked, like, she described it as ‘raw, meaningless and no-strings-attached sex’. maybe that’s what i really need, huh?”
perhaps you were already tipsy from your previous alcoholic drink, but didn’t realize it. because sane-you would never have blurted this out to a total stranger.
even toji seemed to be caught totally off-guard by this. his eyes widened before he chuckled. “i thought you were married?”, he asked then, a little bit shy about knowing that fact. “at least… that is what i remembered from when i looked you up once after i watched some of your reports..”
“ah, no… well, i was. not anymore. that is why i’m here at this ‘shabby ass bar’”, you laughed, but it was a heartless laugh this time. “we got divorced. that’s why i haven’t been back to reporting yet. we finalized the divorce three weeks ago and then i asked my boss for a month long absence. i’m supposed to be back in a week and i’m still not prepared mentally for coming back.”
“and that’s okay, sweetheart. you can’t set a specific timeframe to get over something so major happening in your life. how long were you married?”
“five years. we married young. we were both… 21? something around that. yeah. high school sweethearts, you know? we got together when we were 17, so”, you replied, smiling softly. “we didn’t have much back then, so we only had a small little thing between us both in some tiny venue. just me, him and two of our closest friends. never even got to do a proper ceremony after we build our lives to our likings.”
“see, that’s been what, nine, almost ten years? you almost spent ten years with one person and you expect yourself to forget about that in, what? twenty eight days? come on, that’s impossible.”
“to be fair… i grew so much more distant from him ages ago. i just didn’t want to admit it.”
“and still, the divorce that finalized it all only happened recently. it reminded you of your mistakes during the last moments of your relationship. no matter how long ago you started growing distant to him, the last moments are the most crucial ones.”
“you know, you’re insanely insightful for a bartender in this shabby ass bar”, you giggled, shaking your head.
“well, you’re surprisingly not the only freshly single person in front of me. though, you’re the most beautiful one of them, sweetheart”, toji mumbled, smiling softly. “and definitely the only one i’ve ever felt so attracted to.”
that statement made your cheek heat up. you were always told that you were very stunning, but hearing it from someone other than your ex-husband had you slightly embarrassed.
“thank you”, you mumbled, drinking your beverage to stop yourself from saying something more embarrassing.
“hey, can i… have your number? i’d love to see you again someday”, toji then blurted out, chuckling softly at his own sudden move. “you’re pretty cool.”
you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in amusement. “sure.”
—
toji and you had your first official date just a week later, the same evening you had your first day back at work after your month-long break.
“listen, uhm… i don’t mean to burst your bubble or something but me agreeing to this date wasn’t me trying to get your hopes up. i still need my time to adjust being a single woman after years of being with one single person and i hope you understand that”, you said, a sad smile on your lips. “you’re a really great man and all but i’m not ready for a relationship.”
“i know that. don’t worry, sweetcheeks”, he chuckled, softly caressing your cheek with his thumb. “i asked you out because i wanted to get to know you more. mayhaps, one day you’ll sit in front of me and be happy to say yes to being my girlfriend but i know that day won’t be happening anytime soon. and i’m perfectly fine with that.”
you giggled, raising your first glass of wine in a week and a little clinking sound echoed in your ears when his encountered yours.
the night was filled with laughter and genuine smiles. you were amazed at how much you loved being with toji, not expecting to feel this comfortable with anyone else after the divorce finalized.
“thank you, toji. for this amazing night”, you hugged him goodbye after he had walked you home, his big arms engulfing your body fully and you felt so comforted in his grasp.
“of course, sweetcheeks. you’re very welcome”, he mumbled, planting a gentle kiss on your head. “you were amazing tonight, by the way. i mean… on tv.”
“you watched?”, you asked, looking away shyly.
“of course, i did. i watched you every single night up until your break. you amazed me on screen and then tonight again when you gave me the chance to get to know the real you.”
his gaze was lidded as he glanced down on your lips for a moment and back to your eyes, his one arm wrapped around your waist as his other hand was on your cheek again. “you’re so beautiful, sweetheart. had me glued to my screen every single night as i watched you, listened to you and actually cared about what crap was happening around the world.”
he was so close that you felt his breath on your lips, your breathing slowly getting shaky and you couldn’t help it anymore – you just had to do it. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, the tension had you in shivers as you felt his other arm hold you tightly against his massive body.
after that, everything was happening very fast. he let go of the kiss for a moment, asking you if you were sure about all this and let you get your house’s keys out so that he could lift you up easily, your legs wrapped around his waist, as he carried you towards the bedroom.
“where is it, sweetheart?”, he asked, the smirk on his lips was so addicting to see that you were distracted for a second. toji playfully smacked your ass as you didn’t reply, getting you out of your trance-like stance.
“over there”, you pointed at the door, as he carried you over, planting soft and gentle kisses over your neck and collarbones, before you were thrown onto your bed, giggling softly.
“what a fancy bedroom you got here, sweetcheeks”, toji chuckled, noticing the remote control for the lights in the room. he pressed on the red-colored button, turning on the red lights, making you laugh at the cliché type of mood he was setting.
“much better, huh?”
this whole thing didn’t feel like a one-night-stand. it felt like a romantic moment between two lovers and you liked this feeling a lot. there were lots of kisses and gentle caressing before toji got too impatient and finally ripped off your lacy panties, lifting your hips with his big hands on your hips and latched his lips against your clit, having you moan out in surprise and pleasure rushing through your body.
“t-toji!”, you exclaimed, eyes rolling back as he ate you out like his whole life depended on this, like he would die if he didn’t make you cum on his mouth and drink up every last drop. “ah, fuck, so good.”
“taste so fucking good. how could you deprive me of this for an entire week, sweetheart?”, he groaned, he was so far gone with his mind, the only thoughts in his head were about how fucking sweet you tasted and how good he was going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours.
“fuck, please”, you whined, “don’t tease me.”
“but sweetheart, it’s so fun to tease you”, he chuckled. before you could say or do anything else, he had buried his head between your thighs once more, distracting you from what you were going to say in the first place.
it wasn’t long until he had you trembling, crying out his name as nothing but pure pleasure coursed through your body that your hands clutching into his hair.
“need your cock”, you whined, trying to get his pants off his body, eyes widening as you saw his bulge through the boxers. “o-oh.”
he chuckled, biting his lip as he slowly and teasingly removed the fabric from his body and you gulped as you saw his size. “like what you see, baby?”, he laughed lightly, slowly kissing his way back up to your face. “don’t worry, i’ll be careful.”
as he aligned his tip with your entrance, he slowly lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist and finally thrusted his cock inside, your eyes widening at his girth practically splitting you open. he groaned out, face buried against your neck as he praised you for how good you were taking his cock.
“fuck, baby, you’re taking my cock so good”, he’d grunt out repeatedly, his tip easily hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, having you arch your back so prettily for him and your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.
“t-toji”, you cried out, nails digging into his back as you tried to pull his head closer to yours, wanting to kiss him so badly because you needed the distraction from how good he was fucking you.
“deprived me and yourself from this pleasure for an entire week?”, toji groaned, his eyes were focused on where you both connected, smirking as he noticed a little creamy ring forming around his cock. he was in nothing but pure bliss. “stupid, so fucking stupid, but the wait was so worth it.”
“yes, fuck, it wa–”
you stopped talking as a sudden and pretty intense rush of pleasure washed through your body, making you forget whatever you were saying as you were clinging at toji once more so tightly he let out a groan.
“fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come for me, baby. gonna make you feel like you’re in heaven all night long, hm? how does that sound?”
you could only nod, all sense and logic had left your mind, except for the one thing your best friend had said.
“it’s time for you to get fucked again, like… just raw, meaningless sex. no strings attached. that’s everything. believe me, that’s the best medicine.”
well, fuck, she was totally right.
—
toji fucked you all over your place.
the bed wasn’t enough for someone of his patience and experience – he had expressed his urge to bend you over the counter once you both had been to worn out for another round and decided that you both got too snacky. just as you were eating some light food after all that, you in his shirt, sitting on the counter and him just in his boxers between your legs as he fed you some strawberries, before he leaned down to your ear, whispering what other nasty things he’d love to do to you.
it wasn’t long until you were bent over the counter, his cock buried back inside as he fucked you like nobody ever had – not that you had ever anything with anyone else except with your ex-husband.
and this was nothing like the soft, vanilla times you had with him.
toji fucked hard. he was unrelenting, patient to tease you and most importantly: he switched up things enough but not too much to keep things interesting.
just as he once again buried his seed deep inside of you and you were about to clean up the mess you had made with your snacking, your door bell ringed.
your eyes widened – it was the middle of the night, who the hell would come see you at this time of hour?
“expecting someone?”, toji asked.
you could only shake your head and reply with a “nope. no one.”
you quickly went to grab your panties and buttoned up toji’s shirt which was long enough to cover the entirety of your thighs and you finally opened up the door, toji shortly following you.
“nanami? what the hell are you doing here?”, you asked, as your ex-husband was staring at you and then at toji.
a/n: my requests are open! please refer to this post!
nanami had perfected the ability to get you to a headspace where all you can think of was him and his cock inside of you. he’d have that little, sneaky smile on his lips when he would lean back against the couch and you’d sit in front of him on your knees with your arms on his thighs, basically looking at him with hearty-eyes.
“aww, look at you princess. you’re so pretty on your knees for me”, he praised you with a soft and gentle voice, as he softly caressed your cheek. “come on up, sit on your throne, love.”
he patted his lap with his other hand and his smile brightened as you happily sat down and wrapped your legs around his waist. as you leaned down to kiss your perfect husband, he raised his finger. “what do we do when we want a kiss, sweetheart?”, kento asked, voice turning a little bit stricter.
“i ask first”, you replied, pouting, “can i have a kiss, ken?”
“of course, sweetheart”, he replied with a genuine and bright smile, before he buried his hand in your hair and pulled you down to deliver one of the most passionate kisses he had in a while.
“mhm, god, kento”, you whined against his lips. “i missed you so much.”
“aww, angel, i missed you, too. this trip to tokyo made me realize how much i adore you, angel. you’re my everything”, he mumbled, still pecking your lips over and over. “i want to make you remember how much i really do. how does that sound, sweetheart?”
you nodded frantically, your pussy throbbing at the insinuation of him wanting to fuck you.
as said – he perfected the ability to get you to a headspace in which all you can think of was him and his cock buried deep inside of you.
“aww, sweetheart, i can feel you throbbing already. god, you’re so beautiful”, he mumbled as he planted gentle kisses over your jaw and your neck. “i love you so much.”
kento slowly grabbed your shirt’s hem, pulling the thin fabric off your skin and leaned down to plant sweet and gentle kisses over your collarbone. as he slowly laid you down on the couch and leaned over you, you couldn’t help but turn your head away in shyness as you saw his intense gaze on you – it only had been a week since you last saw him and his gaze made you crumble like you did when you first started dating.
considering you were married now, it was incredible to kento as he noticed how you’d still back away your gaze as he took in your beauty.
“look at me, princess”, kento slowly pulled your lacey bra down to wrap his lips around your nipple. “god, you’re so adorable when you get too shy to look at me.”
you couldn’t help but giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck as your back arched with the sudden stimulation on your nipple, your husband knowing your weaknesses fully well by now – which was totally understandable, he had made you see stars in more ways than one more often than somebody could possibly imagine.
and he was intent on delivering tonight, too.
“please, kento, don’t tease”, you whimpered. “i’ve been such a patient girl for you, waiting for you to come back.”
“oh, yes you were, angel. let me reward you for that, hm?”, he mumbled, as he slowly kissed down your stomach and unbuttoned your shorts to pull them down along with his panties; he almost immediately dived into your cunt with his tongue, sucking and licking so desperately, obsessed with your taste.
“god, you taste so sweet, angel”, he groaned against your folds, turning into a pussy-drunk addict. kento wasn’t one to lose his cool in any shape, but the moment he’d have his face buried between your legs? he was a goner.
“mh- oh, god, kento!”, you cried out, hips twitching and arching at the pleasure and stimulation coursing through your body. “god, it feels so– ah, good, don’t stop.”
“i wouldn’t dare to stop, angel”, he groaned, stopping for a moment to look up at you, “i’m too addicted to the way you taste and to the way you still try to suffocate me with your pretty little cunt. will you come for me? hm? be a good girl and come for me, baby.”
like it was a command, your body convulsed as he dove right back in, tongue playing with your clit, and your eyes were rolling back as the first orgasm since a week had your hips twitching and body shaking. “oh, my god”, you breathed out softly as you finally calmed down again.
the sound of his belt unbuckling had you return to reality again, your pussy throbbing as you felt him slap the tip of his cock against your clit. “ready for me, baby? been waiting for this for too long”, he asked for your consent as he wiped off your slick from his mouth with his other hand.
“mhm!”, you nodded excitedly, to which kento tsked disapprovingly.
“your words, sweetheart. i need to hear your words”, he said with a strained tone, his patience thinning with each second his cock was not buried in your warm folds.
“please, fuck me, kento. i’ve been waiting for this for too long”, you whined, before a squeaky cry left your throat as he rammed his cock inside, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he immediately started with a rough pace, where the sound of skin slapping against skin had you almost cream around his cock almost immediately again.
“god, fuck me”, you cry out, trying to rile him up even more to get him to be even rougher, you were craving his frustrations, his need for you after being forced to go on a trip. “i missed you, please just fuck me.”
“you want me to fuck you? mh, what happened to you being my sweet little girl, baby?”
“screw that”, you cried as he delivered a particularly hard thrust, body jerking up as he had you see stars. “screw being sweet, just fuck me like i’m your dirty slut.”
“mh, no, baby, see”, he slowed down a bit, thrusting into you deliberately slow, “what did we say? my baby shall never call herself bad names, didn’t we? only i get to do that.”
“‘m sorry! god, stop teasing me”, you whined desperately.
“good girl. now…”, he pulled out before he turned you around and had you on all fours. “be a good slut for me and take my cock like one.”
the slaps of his hips against yours as well as him spanking your ass had you creaming around his cock finally. your body shuddered in overstimulation when he didn’t stop, in fact, he watched the creamy slick cover his cock with each thrust and form a white ring of cum around his cock’s base.
“such a good girl for me, cumming so good for me, hm? does it feel good, angel?”, he asked, his thrusts becoming much rougher and more aggressive with each second he got closer to his own release.
these were the only moments kento would ever lose his temper.
with a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside of you and finally came deep, making you feel all warm and giddy, being full by his cum, and god, was it a big load. he watched his cum leak out of your used, twitching hole once he pulled out and smiled, scooping it up with his two fingers and pushing them inside.
“mh, baby, you’re so full of me, aren’t you? don’t worry, i got a lot more of that to deliver. don’t even think about sleeping. for tonight, you’re all mine to pleasure and fuck. all. night. long.”
▸ ▸ the longer you keep it up, the harder you’re getting fucked :p - gojo satoru
synopsis: you make a bet, but your boyfriend is the one that needs to fulfill it. catch is, if he succeeds then you'll get half a grand, but if he can manage till his birthday, then you'll get even more. and before he settles on the bet, Satoru warns you with one promise he knows he will fulfill. because the longer the bet goes on, the harder you'll be getting fucked when he succeeds.
content: 11k words (what in the world). afab!/fem!reader, she/her pronouns. minors do not interact. half of gojo's pov mixed with yours, reader calls him baby girl, explicit smut — fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, squirting, unprotected sex but only because reader allows and satoru asks for permission, pet names (sweets, princess, babe), explicit language. Satoru gets morning wood and an erection during his meeting. Megumi and Tsumiki almost catch him in the kitchen, Satoru imagines reader in a dress, mentions of masturbation, satoru has a private album of photos/videos, soft!dom satoru, he cums multiple times — inside and on readers breasts.
happy birthday to my lover boy!!!! 🎉 (i posted this on his actual bday, but it got booted from the tags.... )
Satoru felt his vein pop.
He should’ve known by the way you approached him, called out his name with an unusually cuter ring to his name — the one that left him usually helpless in your palm — to hear it, he’ll sacrifice the world. He should’ve known something was up your sleeves, when you pulled at the bottom of his shirt, playing with the hem as you looked up through your lashes.
Normally, he’ll never reject your advances nor your desires, especially when you were being this cute, but for this?
Sometimes he needs to put his foot down — because you must be out of your mind.
How cruel of you to even ask him. Were the eight years of not being able to fuck each other not enough for you, that you just dared to ask him?
“Absolutely not.” his voice was curt, short of the usual chime whenever he responded to you.
“Why? It’ll make it that much more exciting when December comes around, ‘Toru.” you hugged him tighter, looking up at him in hopes that it’ll get him to give in — it always worked.
He had too, especially when almost half a grand was on the line.
“It’ll perfectly align you know? since it’ll be your birthday then, as well…” you seduced while riding on your toes to have him look at you.
“Do you want me to die?” Satoru cupped your face as he looked straight into your eyes, his large palms pushing your cheeks together, “and we’ve tried it, and guess what happened then?”
“Well no…” your voice muffled through pouted lips, “b-but it’ll be different now! You’re older!” your grip loosened around his shirt, disappointed that he wouldn’t give in.
“If you know, then absolutely not,” he scoffed while letting go of your cheeks, his hands immediately finding your waists, pulling you closer to him, utterly offended you would even dare to pull back from him.
“and no it’s not. I failed then, I’ll fail again now. I’ll probably fail even worse than last time.”
“It’ll be so quick, the month will honestly fly by!” you quickly retorted, leaning your body onto his.
“So you’re a liar now,” he crooked a brow, looking down at you with his jaws clenched from trying to stand his ground. Knowing he didn’t have the guts to really tell you no, especially when you looked so determined to succeed over something that had no means of any health benefits but potentially drive one insane — the experimental group? him — eight years prior when he tried the challenge.
conclusion: no nut november was unapplicable to one named Gojo Satoru.
Groaning into the crook of your neck, his breath gently ticking your skin, “I wanna be inside you all the time.” your boyfriend tended to always such perverse and ludicrous words with ease.
“D-don’t you think you’ll be so proud of yourself? We can do pilates or meditate together instead —” your voice stuttered from the sudden mesh of his lips on your skin and the gentle breeze of his breath coating your neck.
Annoyed that you were continuing with this, Satoru lightly nibbled on your skin, smirking when he felt you jolt in his arms, “I’m perfectly content with who I am now, princess. How much more perfect can I get?” he peppered kisses up your jaws and softly kissed the edge of your lips.
“... we can meditate together, become one soul and mind, through the art of sex. It’s good for you. You know like my cock inside you? How harmonic, how wonderful, how … much more rewarding can that get? Maybe we can finally try some new positions? Like those Kamasutra positions, Suguru sent me. He said that shit works. ”
“But ‘Toru —” you whined, the once animated chirp of your voice dissipated to nothing but disappointment and sadness at your boyfriend’s refusal to comply.
“Why are you pressing this so much?” Satoru furrowed his brows, absolutely confused as to why you would willingly be abstinent for not just one day, nor even a week, but for a goddamn month and a couple of days on top of it?
“B-because…” you lightly bit onto your lips, hesitant to spill the truth.
— flashback to a week prior.
“Say… have you and Satoru ever tried… you know… being abstinent for a bit?” she asked while twirling her straw around the rim of her glass cup.
“Well,” sighing while resting your cheek on the palm of your hand, your body leaning onto the coffee table, “we did try once in college,” humming with a light gleam to your voice, “but he failed within that week.”
“I see…”
“What’s up?” You kindly smiled, questioning her motive of asking, “are you and Suguru okay?”
“Yea, we’re fine! A little too good, I would say,” she laughed, a light glimmer of her eyes sparkling just where the sun radiating above you both, shining down warmth to excite you for the words she was just about to say, “just wanted to fuck with him, a bit you know?”
“How so?” intrigued with her sudden confession, biting your lips in thoughts of maybe – just maybe – you felt the same.
“November is falling soon, wanted to do the classic no nut challenge,” she shrugged before crossing her arms with her elbows resting on the table, “ wanted to see how far he could last…” rolling her eyes with a sigh, “he’s always so… so full of leisure. always teasing me when I know his nuts are about to bust.”
Giggling in response, “Well, if this makes you feel better, I have to get Satoru off me, or else he’ll cry.” Shaking your head, “you know, for being so similar to one another, they are weirdly so different.”
“Hey… do wanna make a bet?” her eyes gleamed, and her face contorted in excitement as she anticipatingly nibbled her lips.
“A bet?”
——
“... I made a bet,” you mumbled while playing with your toes, you couldn’t help but wince at the scoff your boyfriend gave you.
“A bet? Like money? Didn’t know you had a gambling addiction.”
“Satoru, I’m being serious.”
“I am too,” clicking his tongue against his teeth while running his hand over this hair, “So you’re telling me you made a bet… and that has to do with Suguru and his girl because…?
“Well… it was to see who would last the longest,” nervously pursing your lips as you watched his vexed expression.
“...Are you serious?” your boyfriend deadpanned.
“Mhm…” you nodded, “very serious.”
“How much?”
“Five…”
“Five dollars, youre joking —”
“Five hundred for the winner and an extra two hundred if you can last till your birthday…”
“And why is there an extra incentive for me?”
“Because… she didn’t think you’d be able to survive even a week, nor did Suguru when she texted him. Both thought it would be an easy win.”
"that dickhead," deeply sighing with his eyes firmly closed, “did you at least bet that I’ll win?” His fingers wrapped behind your back as he tiredly looked back at you.
“Of course!” you smiled, giggling while snaking your arms around his neck, “I know my boyfriend will win.”
“you're lucky that you're cute,” Satoru crinkled his nose with a smile, “but, do you genuinely want to do this?”
“Mhm, Imma treat my baby girl out,” reciprocating the crinkle while lightly pinching his cheeks, giving him the softest smile as he slowly loses his resolve.
“your baby girl, you say?” Satoru raised a brow while running his fingers against the plush of your lips.
“My own and only,” giggling while lightly prancing on your toes.
Slowly releasing a deep breath before clicking his tongue against his teeth, Satoru accepted your proposal. “Don’t get mad at me when I push you off for being needy,” your boyfriend smirked while pinching your cheeks, “and no more special good morning wake-up calls, even if you beg, I won't give it to —"
Heat immediately radiating to your face, your heart thumping increasingly at the remembrance of Satoru’s cheeky morning relief — in between your thighs, lips kissing your inner skin as he trekked his way to your cunt that looked just so pretty for him.
“I’m the one that always pushes you off, stupid…” you softly murmured, “but yes! I just want us to succeed at least once, and plus… don’t you want to beat Suguru?”
“He’s the least of my worries, princess. Because I’m going to make you regret ever making this bet,” he softly threatened, his smile masked with a hint of depravity in his voice.
“Because the longer I hold on,” giving you a wink as he pushed you towards his room, “the harder you’re getting fucked when I win, angel.”
“W-why are we going to —” your lips were pressed upon his, your voice melting into the dichotomy of urgency but also ease as you drowned in his touch, “ ‘Toru!” moaning his name, chest huffing as you clung onto with your fingers raking his hair as your bodies dropped to the bed, “we s-still have to run errands.”
“Fuck those,” Satoru groaned into your neck, caving his face into the crevice as he pulled down his sweats, the bulge of his cock nodding in his briefs. Kneeling on the edge of his bed, his fingers fastidiously pulled your shorts off, throwing them onto the floor, urgently pulling your cute panties off to the side. Exposing your hardened bud as he placed a tender kiss on your clit, now wet with your juice,
“Your silly bet doesn’t start till tomorrow, so open up, gonna make full use of what’s mine.”
— Day one.
The morning felt oddly nice, a little too nice when the mornings were usually cold and dull. The winter breeze was just right as the leaves swayed by its lead, and Satoru was sleeping soundly following the rhythm of the wind gently blowing outside, with his limbs intertwined with his lover. Without a worry, as he slept with his breath steady, and chest rising and falling in a calm motion, from outside looking in, the view would've simply been a couple soundly sleeping during the early mornings.
But underneath the sheets as both slept peacefully was his cock rudely poking at your inner thigh, his length pressing deeper in as he shifted in his slumber, lips murmuring what he was dreaming.
Usually, it would be routine. Satoru would wake up first, reach over to bring you close as he wrapped his arms around your body, and then he’d take some time to admire you while you peacefully slept in his arms. Ten minutes thereafter, is when the suffocating discomfort of his dick became too unbearable, and the throbbing of his cock would prod him to anticipatingly lick his lips while making his way down the sheets. With his lips pecking small kisses down your body while his hands gently massage your curves, he’ll quickly station himself in between your legs, softly pushing your cotton panties to the side with his index finger.
Hearing you shuffle and innocently moan out in your sleep, he’ll tenderly comfort you with a slight gruff to his morning voice, “shh baby, just sleep… it’ll feel good.” With his vacant finger spreading out your folds, the sticky sounds of your cunt slowly became more viscous the more he played with your pretty clit, the bud hardening with each stroke of his finger in and out of your pulsing hole.
His goal wasn’t to wake you, but for him to taste you just enough so that you’ll wake up in bliss, totally unaware of your boyfriend’s servicing actions. And just before he’ll dive more aggressively to taste your cunt, Satoru always placed a sweet kiss at the base of your pussy before caging your thighs around his arms, softly blowing on your exposed womanhood as he felt you stir in sleep. His voice was soothing as he eagerly licked his lips with a smirk, he cooed, “no need for preworkout if I can eat this every morning.”
But today, despite the morning feeling too nice, Satoru woke up frustrated to the core. He did his usual cuddling session with you in his arms — guess that made him feel better seeing you twitch your nose and softly snore. Cute he thought, would be nice if he could eat —
Instead of anticipation, his cock painfully ached and his mood turned sour the moment he felt the usual nodding of his dick to have some action.
Usually, he was excited to start the day. Not because he was enthusiastic to go to work, slave his life away to his family corporation, attend those god-awful meetings, and sign the mountains of files that his secretary ordered to finish.
No, he woke up solely with the intent of eating you out — end of story, final discussion. If sleeping was the only avenue for him to enjoy having a taste of your morning cunt, he’ll go through mountains and sign those papers if he had to — hell, he’ll even stay overtime if he was guaranteed.
But, he couldn’t. At least for a month, he wouldn’t be able to.
Sex the day before was good — too good. With a balance of carnal urgency as he bullied your abused cunt with his aching length, meshing with some time to wind down in pillow talk or while he sovereigns every ounce of your body with his lips, only to repeat the cycle of fucking like rabbits with the sheets damp and body sore from prolonged sexual intercourse. sex was still so fucking good.
But today? Yea...
“Fuckkk,” Satoru groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillow with his arm thrown over his eyes, his hips mindlessly moving upward in a pensive desire to fuck you.
“ ‘Toru?” your voice softly croaked, totally unaware of the frustration your little bet caused him, “you okay?”
“Mhm,” he immediately swallowed you with his arms, his lips pressing delicate kisses on your naked shoulders but keeping a mental note to not have his dick too close to your ass — that was dangerous territory.
“Are you leaving soon? Stay a little longer, I’m cold,” your voice was slurred, while your consciousness slowly slipped into another stage of sleep.
“I can’t sweets,” Satoru grumbled, his hands mounding your innocent breasts, “not when I’m like this,” his breath tickled the edge of your lobes, just fanning against your jaw while the control of his hips was no longer in his jurisdiction but of a mind of their own as he dry fucked your ass, “fuck baby… Are you sure you wanna do this?
“You p-promised, ‘Toru…” you responded with your back snuggled close to his bare chest, the heat of his body making you feel safe despite the raging thoughts that were blaring in your boyfriend’s mind.
Getting out of bed was hard, but getting himself to work out despite his cock stubbornly staying tortuously erect was even harder. The moment he pulled himself out of the sheets, he knew today’s workout wouldn’t be of his fancy as he drank his preworkout making his way down to his basement gym.
And yes, sure as hell, today’s morning workout was a bust.
— Day two.
“They say starting is always the hardest, ‘Toru,” your voice, innocent yet ignorant of the turmoil he was going through, was soothing as you brushed your fingers through his hair, his face plastered on your breasts as he contemplated the existence of his life, “why don’t you join me for some pilates? A lot of couples come together!”
No, it’s not. And whoever came up with such a quote was a complete fuck, because Satoru could rebuttal it to his grave.
First, starting wasn't always the hardest. Getting over your nerves, or mustering up the courage to start wasn't difficult. Maybe it’ll apply to life circumstances like applying for that dream job or starting out a new hobby. But for Satoru, once you’re hooked, absolutely addicted to something, that’s when it’s the hardest.
Because like a dog conditioned to expect food after a stimulus, the same applies to sex. If he sees you blatantly walking around in those shorts that he just loved to watch you prance around the house in, he'll easily break. Where your cheeks just lightly land outside the rim of the fabric – it was adorable when you reached up the cupboard, exposing a hint of your belly and your ass jiggling when you jumped on your tippy toes. Like a starved animal, his cock would answer with its length pooled with blood, his stomach knotting in flames while his azul eyes dilated at the sight of you.
It was so easy — you made it so easy. Pushing you onto the countertop, getting you when least expected as he smashed his lips with yours while muffling your little yelp — your call of surprise but his invitation for more — was so, so easy. It was exciting, thrilling, utterly fulfilling his primal desires to just swallow you entirely as you clung onto him while crying out his name, your nails scratching against his back while his cock pistoled itself into you, nestling deep inside as he pumped out his seeds, shooting straight to your womb.
It was glorious, so divine when he felt his cum leak outside you. The warm clumps of his ejaculation thudded against the kitchen floor while he huffed out deep breaths with his head resting on your shoulder. It sent shivers down his back when you embraced him in his arms. And when he was lucky, you’ll look at him with desperate eyes, pulling more out from him as you whisper in his ears, a voice that almost strips all air from his burning lungs as you palm his length and swirl your thumb over his leaking head,
“I think you’ve got a little more in you, right ‘Toru?”
But instead, currently, with his head leaning against the shower wall, Satoru stood under the cold shower trying to cool off his cock. It’s almost laughable how his dick nods up and down as if it mocked his misery.
“You think it’s funny bastard,” Satoru groaned, voice spiteful that even his own body seemed to have betrayed him.
— Day three.
Kissing shouldn’t hurt. Right?
He was at least allowed to do that, right?
Maybe not when the kids were around. But an innocent kiss to show just how much he loved you, should be good, right?
Or so, that’s what Satoru’s sex-deprived head concluded when he saw you cleaning the dishes, softly humming an unrecognizable tune.
“I was going to do this, baby…” he lowly groaned into your skin while his hands snaked up your shirt, fingers immediately going to unclasp your bra while his lips trailed up your neck, his hand placed around it for eventual better access to your lips.
Oh how he wished to press you down onto the counter, push your cute little skirt up your waists while he measured the length of his cock to see how far he could fit himself inside you before ramming himself in — how admirable would it be to hear the synchronized moans coming out from you both simultaneously.
But he couldn’t. Even if he didn’t agree to this stupid bet, he wouldn’t — no, you wouldn’t allow it, not even dare let him touch you when the kids were around.
Huh? But to his surprise, he could feel you reciprocating back by pushing your ass onto his cock. Soaking in every touch and affection he gave you; just maybe he wasn’t the only one craving, barely surviving through this absurd bet, despite only being the third day.
It was three days too long.
Treating him out? Fuck, that was his job, not yours — well, occasionally he did allow you to buy him some ice cream, but even in that, too, he would rather buy it for you.
“You know we don’t have to continue —” he tempted, softly whispering into your ear, his bulge pressing against the valley of your ass — erection hard enough for you to feel over your clothes.
“But the bet,” you whimpered when his slender finger pinched your nipples, “it’s o-only been a full two days though,” your voice radiated barely of a whisper.
“Shhh, let's fuck the bet,” Satoru’s hand inched its way down your tummy, gliding to satisfy the aroused coil blooming in between your legs, “this is all so silly, princess. We can be fucking like normal? Enjoying each other, come on, let me make you feel good, yea?” your boyfriend’s voice was laced with an amorous note.
“M-maybe we could just call it qu —”
“What are you doing?” Megumi blankly asked, holding his finished plate of food while standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at you both with unimpressed eyes, “are you trying to eat her or suffocate her?"
“Ooo Gojo-kun’s in loveeeeee,” Tsumiki chirped, “that’s what Papa does when he’s with his girlfriend!”
“Fuck, we’re never having kids.”
— Day 12.
“So, you still on that bet?” swirling the fizzling drink, Satoru asked before taking a sip of his sugary mocktail — a drink he confidently orders despite the odd stares he gets from the bartender.
“The bet about not fucking?” Suguru sounded nonchalant about it. It was exactly twelve days since starting and why the hell does he look so smug about it? Fucking bastard… always so full of leisure when he was crawling, begging for scraps to simply survive.
“Yea, I guess,” the raven hair smirked, his tone taunting as he questioned Satoru, “surprised you’re even taking it this far, thought you would fail after the first hour with your horny ass.”
“What’s up with you and your girl both thinking that fucking is all I think about,” Satoru rolled his eyes, pursing his lips offended.
Suguru simply just stared back, the look of his eyes alone sending Satoru a million words as to why he knows fucking is all he thinks about.
“Rude, it’s not always…”
Shrugging, Suguru brushed it off, “Sure, whatever you say.”
“Okay… maybe like 90 percent of the time, no — 80 percent.”
“what an addict, I feel sorry for your girl, gotta tell her to run away when she can,” Suguru teased, pulling out his phone to text you, “like, how do you even concentrate at work?”
“It’s called multi-tasking, a trait only the elite have. clearly, its something you wouldn't know about."
“You know what Satoru?”
“What?”
“it still shocks me how so many entrust their careers with you, slaving their lives away to corporate for an elitely dumbass of a boss,” looking at his bestfriend with the kindest smile while tapping his shoulder, “don’t you think?”
There was no fucking way, he was going to lose to this prick of a best friend.
— Day 14.
Satoru wondered how he ever survived without you. Call it sentimental, call it deprivation, but one thing for sure was that he wanted you — and it very badly.
Shaking his leg, annoyingly biting onto the edge of his pen, it frustrated him that there was nothing else that could fathom to take space in his brain besides you. He exercised a hell lot more than his usual regimen and cut off on caffeine so that he could try and knock out when he got off from work.
He even tried doing those meditative breathing techniques that he searched for on the web. Said it was to calm your mind and soul. But god fucking dammit, being in silence made him even more hyperaware of his circumstance.
He can tell you are struggling, as well. He’s felt your touch linger on his body longer, trailing down to areas that you shouldn’t be trying to touch as your voice entranced him out of his free will.
As much as he wanted to throw in the white flag, and dump this shitty little bet over, he was two weeks in. Despite the last two weeks being an absolute shit show, it gave him an incentive to keep going. Why? Because one, you wanted it; second, because he could prove Suguru wrong that sex is, in fact, not the only thing he thinks about.
Gojo-san, hopefully everyth…
But my god, was waking up in the morning a struggle. It’s almost as if he’s forgotten the taste of your cum coating his lips, droplets dripping down his chin on days when he ate you out a little too hard. The pure ecstasy of being in your arms while your pussy fucked him dry.
The painful yet glorious tug of his hair when you screamed out, “‘Toru right there! D-don’t stop! Ngh fuck harder! Go harder!”
Reciprocating your needs, he’ll burrow his face into the crook of your neck, the weight of his body pressing your thighs down to your chest as he caved his member fully into you, the weight of his balls slamming against your puffy folds while your nails painted red along his back, “f-fucking shit… c-can I, princess? can I cum inside?”
Gojo-san?
Despite the years, Satoru always asked for permission. He would rather live dickless than know he spilled his seeds without consent.
Your hot breath stingy his ears covered in sweat, you mewled out, “Yes! Yes! ‘Toru hurry —”
Gojo-san… are you okay?
“What?” quickly waking from his daydream, his pen still in his mouth as a table of his subordinates worriedly looked at him with eyes all rounded from shock.
The infamous Gojo Satoru, the heir to Japan’s richest conglomerate, who has a keen eye for detail and business strategies looked like a deer in headlights in front of his staff.
“They’re waiting for your executive decision, sir,” Ijichi whispered, covering his mouth with a file, “you seem awfully pale, sir. Is everything alright?”
“I’m sorry,” Gojo cleared his throat, closing the folder as he prepared himself to make his way out, “ l-let me just read through the presentation once more, and I’ll relay my decision later. Good work everyone.”
Satoru was never one to get annoyed easily. Frustrated? Yes. Even the clicking of his dress shoes tapping against the graphite floor, a sound that he’d never noticed during his career at this office, irked the hell out of him. Hell, even the obnoxious chime of the elevator ticked him off.
“S-should I clear out your schedule, Gojo-san?” Ijichi broke the ice while he followed behind his boss.
“No need,” Satoru’s answer was curt.
“B-but sir, you don’t seem to look —”
Raising his voice, “Don’t make me repeat myself, Ijichi —” only to catch himself with a deep sigh as he brushed his styled hair back, large palms gripping the edge of his table as he leaned forward, “sorry… didn’t mean to sound harsh, guess i’m just a little tired, that’s all.”
“My apologies sir, I’ll organize your schedule accordingly.” Ijichi stated before taking a bow and making his leave.
“That’ll be nice, thanks.”
Sitting down on his chair, throwing his head back while closing his eyes, Satoru frustratingly moaned out with his thighs spread out, “I must be going crazy, I’m not some horndog teenager…”
But inside his pants was a bulge, a boner that hadn’t gone down ever since the start of his meeting.
— Day 17
“Fuck,” a lowly growl resonated throughout the room — desperate and sinful — the depth of his chest expanding with each staggered breath that he took. Clenching onto his bed sheets and shoving the wad of saliva down his throat, it burned from the tension of lubricating his dry throat.
Licking his lips, and furrowing his brows, Satoru pulled down his sweats, freeing his restrained manhood. When the tip of his head smacked against his lower abdomen, the pain of the cold air encapsulated his poor cock that lay barren on its own, Satoru’s hiss littered his skin with goosebumps when his groans soon turned into desperate whimpers while he vulnerably lay in bed with an erection.
Before all this, it was easy for him to release. Simply envisioning you while he fucked you senseless, or looked through his private album of photos and videos he’s taken of you. It wasn’t a common occurrence for him to fuck his fist, but hey, when push comes to shove, Satoru wasn’t one to deny masturbating — especially, if he could cum to you in mind.
Normally, he’ll rest his back against the backboard, topless and with gray sweats — that you'll argue was your favorite because it accentuates his cock and makes him look sexy. If his girl likes it, why not flaunt what he has?
Getting himself in the mood didn’t require much. When he felt his cock pooling with blood, constrained in the restraints of his brief, Satoru would pull down his sweat with a grunt while his member sprung forth.
Sweetly palming his length, and applying just the right pressure, he’ll start by going through past photos and eventually ending up with videos. Zooming into your sweet lips, hearing your whimpers while he fucked you from behind, watching you play with his fingers on a date, to seeing your breasts giggle with every force of his cock slamming inside you — he loved it all.
Stroking his cock, while bucking his hips forward, desperately moaning while he envisioned just how adorable you would look trying to palm his member. A grip so easy for him to hold with one hand, while you struggled even with two. How soft your tongue would feel around the edge of his leaking head, while your hands carefully fondled his balls, lightly pulling on the sac as you fisted his length, looking up at him through the whisps of your lashes.
It drove him senseless when you would call his name with a little purr, pulling him closer to you as you spread out your legs to invite him in. It drove him mad when he’ll feverishly press his lips on yours, stifling your cries as he pounded into you. The only sounds resonating from the room were erotic slaps of sweaty skin and your muffled cries.
It didn’t take long for him to cum. give and take fifteen to twenty, but it was nonetheless a euphoric expression because every session made him pulse and huff, desperately desiring more.
If you had asked to abstain from sex, maybe that would've been easier to manage. At least he could relieve himself solo.
But, completely stripping himself of the option to simply cum was cruelty on its own.
And no different from a prepubescent boy, Satoru lay in his bed with his cock raging with his tip a fiery red.
But unlike a teenager, that would get boners out of simply nothing, Satoru couldn’t relieve himself of it.
— Day 19.
Surprisingly, Satoru woke up feeling refreshed. He swore he slept agitated and exhausted especially since this past week you’ve told him, “no more sleeping in one bed together, Satoru.”
But this morning, he felt rejuvenated and light. Maybe not nutting did actually work —
… Did he? No, fucking way.
Quickly shredding off the sheets, his eyes barely adjusting to the brightness of the room, Satoru checked his groin and examined his hands for any signs that he might've masturbated in his sleep.
Nothing — spotless. Miraculously, he didn’t even wake up with morning wood.
With another thought springing to his head, Satoru fastidiously reached for his phone — face id unable to recognize his morning face with the white bird’s nest of hair he had on his head.
Google search history:
Can my dick break from not cumming?
What are the symptoms of a broken dick?
Reading that there was no correlation between not nutting and its health benefits, and receiving the assurance that one’s dick cannot simply “break” from not cumming, Satoru felt reassured that he, in fact, did not have a broken dick and that maybe he was finally getting the hang of it.
Surely, there’s always a light at the end of every tunnel.
And maybe he’s finally found his.
— Day 19 - 11:34 pm
Nope.
Wrong. So so wrong. Most utterly wrong.
Satoru was in fact very wrong of the presumption he had in the morning. Because he was not getting the hang of it. Especially not when his cock was bulging in his sweats, while he was frustratingly lying wide awake during the crack of dawn.
If he could just touch his dick, stroke its length with the perfect pressure, he knew he’ll fold.
Only if he could.
It was arguable that he could.
But the look of disappointment you’ll give him, with the cute pout to your lips when he tells you he’s failed, he would rather die than come to you as a lousy prick that just wanted his dick sucked.
So, sighing while trudging off his bed, guess it was time for another cold shower — fourth one of the week.
— Day 24.
“Sir, it seems to me that’s you’ve lost some weight.”
“I’ve been hitting the gym more lately,” Satoru chuckled, the veins of his forearms angrily bulging, clearly visible on his pale skin.
“There’s been talks…” Ijichi stumbled on his words, unsure how to bring it about to Satoru.
“Talks about?” Satoru questioned, barely taking the time to look at his secretary as he was focused on signing his documents.
“That maybe you’ve broken up with…" Ijichi couldn't even dare say your name in the same sentence, " or —”
“Yea?” Satoru put his file down, a smirk growing on his face as he twirled his pen around his slender fingers — guess those flirty good mornings and looks from his staff made sense.
“I’m no expert…” clearing his throat, hoping he wouldn’t offend his boss, “but I’m here to listen if you have any trouble with your relationship.”
“I’m glad I’ve got such a trusted advisor,” the man pushed back on his seat, resting his arms on the sides of his chair, “but don’t mind me, just haven’t been able to let off some steam, that’s all.”
“Okay…”
“And breaking up? Ijichi you’ve been there when she broke up with me.” The man hummed, reminiscent of the days when he was heartbroken and lifeless, “We’re fine… just trying out something new, I guess.”
— Day 29.
It’s been a little over two weeks of sleeping separately. Dates have been cut to sole dinners, and going over to each other’s places was prohibited — at least til the bet, as per his lovely girlfriend.
And weekends were the hardest for Satoru.
Typically before this all occurred, weekends were his golden days. He was able to do whatever he wanted when he wanted it with you. Whether it be going on a shopping spree, or taking you out of the country for a short getaway, you were always involved — his common denominator.
Surely, he was able to still enjoy those with you, but it was rather difficult for him to keep his hands off you.
He still doesn’t quite understand why committed to this stupid bet in the first place. It wasn’t something he placed for himself, but guess… guess he just wanted to prove to not only you but also himself that sex, carnal lust, wasn’t the only thing that kept him in this relationship. That even though he’s been waking up with blue balls, and his mind driving him insane, you were worth more than that — not that you would ever get disappointed with him for failing, in the first place, but still.
If he’s made it till now, he can survive till the end.
But times like these... damn it was fucking hard.
“You want to come in?” you softly asked, playing with his fingers that were rested on your thighs throughout the drive home.
“You tempting me?” Satoru glanced over at you, cheekily smiling as he pulled towards you to place a tender kiss on your lips.
His lips felt mildly chapped, unusual when normally they were soft and slightly glossy. The warmth of his mouth and the gentle strokes of his thumb rubbing against your jaw eased you into the kiss as he pulled you over to the driver’s side to saddle his lap.
But that was the extent to where his hands would be: cupping your face.
With his car parked on the streets of your apartment complex, and his windows tinted, it wasn’t an unusual rendezvous for him to shamelessly fuck you in it. And that’s what you presumed this make-out session would slowly turn into.
Because fuck it. You’ve missed him.
Missed the way he touched you.
Missed the way he held you in his arms.
Missed the way he just knew the parts of your body that made you squirm, right before pinning you in place with his strength.
Missed the teases and affirmations he gave when he prepped you.
And my fucking god did you miss the way he rammed his cock into you, pistoling his cock inside as he held you down with his weight. Having him cum inside you? That was a bonus.
“Satoru… let’s go inside,” you moaned out in the split second your lips disconnected, only for him to crash his mouth onto yours once more with a deep groan.
Before he wouldn’t hesitate to strip you off your clothes, many times even ripping out the buttons when he was in the rush. He’ll smirk while not meaning his apologizing, “sorry, but i’ll buy you it, focus on me right now.”
It felt unusual to only be making out. You’ve craved him, utterly wanted to devour him. Wanted something more than just his tongue inside your mouth and stagnant touches of his fingers on your face. it felt suffocating to be unable to touch his bare body that was rudely still covered with his clothes.
So without much thought, the burning knot burrowing inside, flaring in the pits of your stomach, had a mind of its own. your hands slowly made their way down his torso, gliding past his stomach. you've noticed he was much more muscularly defined than the last time you touched him.
“H-have you’ve been working out mor — ahhh,” his hands pushed your face slightly to the side so that his tongue could easily access your neck. The padding of his tongue sliding along the valley of your neckline, and his hot breath sticking to your skin.
“Mhm, can you tell?” he whispered in between kisses, mindlessly running his lips to wherever they landed.
“Yeah, I can feel it through your shirt,” your fingers wrap around his belt, slowly unbuckling the leather, “and your chest feels more squishy,” your slight giggle was no more than a moaning mess when he immediately bucked his hips to cause friction against your throbbing cunt.
“Gotta look hot for my baby,” Satoru breathed, “especially when it’s been so long since we’ve fuck… shit, you don’t know how much I want you right now.”
You finally got your hands to free his belt, unbuttoning his pants while unzipping his fly down, “how bad?” you taunted, your lips sneaky up to his soft spot — just under his ear.
Your needy breaths and the sensual overload always set him off. And you were determined to let him succumb to it.
“So so fucking bad,” gulping down his spit, the viscous wad burning his dry throat, “it’s all I think about, oh fuck —” throwing his head back onto the headrest, allowing you to suck at his skin as his hands now firmly held onto your waist.
And just when you were about to feel his pulsating cock, salivating at how warm and sensitive it would be when you could finally get your hands on his member. To swirl your tongue down just under his frenulum while you lathered his length with your spit. Maybe they’ll be time to suck at his ball while you pumped his meaty cock, and run your tongue along the lines of his pretty veins.
“W-wait baby,” his hands placed on your wrists. With his chest heaving, and hair frazzled, he looked at you with worry.
“Yes?” irritated that he would stop you — never had he stopped you.
“I don’t want you to make any decision that’ll you’ll regret tomorrow,” he confessed, softly looking into your eyes, while a small smile formed at his pretty lips, “I-i can take care of this at home,” slightly looking down at your hands just about to touch his groin, “and we have so much time to do it later,” he reassured while pulling your hands out of his pants, bringing them to your lips to kiss.
“B-but Satoru, I want —”
“I know princess, I know,” his voice mildly trembled, “you don’t know how bad I want you, it’s honestly torturous,” Satoru let out a forced chuckle.
“Let’s just break the bet then,” you pouted, sinking into his embrace with your arms wrapped around his neck, pressing yourself deeper into his body.
“Hey,” he gently tapped your bum, teasingly playing with your mounds when he heard you whine, “didn't I say…”
“What?” you annoyingly spat out.
“that when I win this bet,” his hands pulled you away, leaving you at eye level with him as he rubbed his thumb against the heat of your cheeks, “fucking is all we’ll do,” he reminded with a slight chuckle. It was undeniable that your boyfriend did not mean what he said as a simple joke. The tone of his voice could sound comical, but the underlying incentive of his statement was nothing but that.
It was admirable to see your boyfriend set his boundaries, doing his absolute best to honor the bet despite his pupils being dilated and cheeks rosy. The gruff in his voice when he called out your name and while he took his time to dress you up, were telltale signs that he too was at his wits. His wonton look of desperation was plastered over his face, even the slight tremor of his hands as he cupped your cheeks, one last time, to place a kiss on your forehead before leading you up to your apartment door, was nothing short of love.
— Day 35.
Satoru woke up, took a shower, and had a cup of his pre-workout before heading down to his gym. He felt light on his feet, absolutely flying through his sets. the pebbles of sweat on his forehead felt worthwhile, and the strain of his muscles made him feel alive.
He's been feeling good. his body was shaped just right — not too big but finely cut and carved to perfection. He's been putting more effort into his grind, and been more involved and fastidious at work with precision and strategy. while still being your dutiful boyfriend who sent thirst photos, of himself post workout, with a good morning text.
He goes to work sharply dressed, with his shoes freshly oiled. The slight spark of his watch, peeping out of his cuffs, was the definition of the wealth he assessed. With his thin waists but defined chest, it wasn’t hard for people to know just what he had packed under his clothes.
Satoru signed off on all his charts, attending every repetitive meeting, and joined in on important business deals with partnering companies. He made Ijichi’s life easier by working more thoroughly and leaving promptly.
The last couple of days of this newfound routine will soon come to an end. And the old will come again. Hopefully, he’ll be the victor between Suguru and him. Finally, a time when he could rub it in his best friend’s ego, that he was, in fact, the better of the duo.
Sitting alone in his office, signing off his last document before calling it a day, Satoru felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. In only two days, he’ll be able to touch you again, make love, and comfortably be himself with limbs wrapped together under the sheets.
Soon, he’ll be able to enjoy the goodness of love — sex, being the much-added benefit.
As he closed his final folder, leaning back on his chair, reminiscing about the past couple of weeks, it was no lie, the struggle of trying to keep his dick in his pants was no easy feat. Every morning was a mental battlefield of its own. But he’s grown to succumb to his desires and utilize that frustration in other aspects of his life — career, working out, meditating, daydreaming of his future with you and what he hopes to accomplish.
Sure, not being able to nut was tortuous – painful as his cock throbbed in his briefs every morning and with every thought of you. Not being able to even properly kiss you without being tempted to just have you face down on his whatever surface was near and fuck you good was even worse. Nothing has changed in how his dick reacted on its own, his thoughts still lingered in memories of how you would react when he would touch you at your sweet spots, how your body trembled when he inserted himself in, the warmth of your tight walls enveloping his cock. How good you tasted when you came in his mouth, body tense as he massaged your limbs.
But he’s been good, though he wanted to throw this useless bet out the gutter and selfishly act on his own will, you were proud of him — told him every day when he dropped you off. And that to him was enough.
Closing out his office, and walking to his car. Talking the elevator down while the clacks of his shoes echoed in the empty parking stall, where only his and a couple of other cars were present, Satoru couldn’t wait to get home.
To take a warm bath, and decompress while joining you on a Facetime call. These days, those sweet moments are what he looked forward to.
He felt the light vibration of his phone and immediately smiled when he saw the sender.
From: pumpkin <3
Babe have you by chance seen my favorite panties? I think I’ve lost them or left them at your place ):
To: pumpkin <3
I wish I had them But we haven’t fucked at my place in a while … … you sneaking behind my back? 😭
From: pumpkin <3
Awww I see! Those were my favorites You’re ridiculous -_- It’s probably under your carseat or something.
To: pumpkin <3
I’ll get you the same pair (: Let me know when you get home, i’ll be home soon
From: pumpkin <3
Okie dokie sexy
Chuckling as he rolled his eyes, he mindlessly placed his phone on the dashboard and started his car. The rumble of his engine loudly echoed in the dark basement, and the lights of his dash could almost blind a person. He shifted his car to drive, and while he stepped on the gas pedal, his phone slid off the dash and fell onto the carpeted floor.
Grunting as he reached over to grab his phone, he felt a soft fabric brush against the tip of his finger. That was odd. Satoru liked to keep his car clean. So he grabbed the dainty item and hung it on his finger as he registered what it was.
Truly, god liked to fuck with him. Because on his finger was your missing laced panty. A memory of your last car sex with him before you slammed him with the “let’s not fuck, and you can’t cum till blah blah blah.”
“Fuck…” Satoru hissed, letting out a gluttonous rasp as he spread out his thighs in his seat.
And beneath his slacks was his bulge painfully starting to outline, the size of his cock so obvious despite the dim lighting of his car.
Clenching onto your underwear, he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t help but unzip his pants and firmly hold his hardened cock, as he unfolded the memory of when he fucked you in his car.
Ten minutes later.
To: pumpkin <3
Ah babe, I think I’m going to get home later than expected. Heavy traffic
traffic was fine. Satoru just has yet to leave the parking lot.
— A couple hours before D-day.
Dinner reservations were set for 7:30 pm, which meant he needed to be at your place by the latest 6:45. There were countless times when you’ve both missed the reserved time because either one, you fucked one too many rounds at home before heading out, or two, you fucked in the car en route to the restaurant.
Satoru hoped he would stay sane tonight. All he had to do was endure a couple more hours and when the clock hit midnight, it was game over.
But when you open your apartment door, it wasn’t a surprise his body moved before his mind could register.
Because when you open the door, giggling while innocently tilting your head to the side as you put on your earrings, the ring on your promised finger sparkling from the backlight, something snapped within him. And despite your lips moving, he couldn’t hear a word you said but the annoying, monotonous ring in his ears as his eyes sharply fixated on you while you made your way to wrap your arms around him.
No, don’t do it. Don’t come.
And in that moment, everything within him exploded.
Before you both even know it, he’s rushing inside your apartment, prying off his shoes while he pushes you onto the wall with his lips desperately smashed on yours. With your wrists caged in one of his larger palms as the other quickly stripped you of your clothes, despite knowing you were on a time crunch, you didn’t necessarily feel compelled to be on time — better, maybe not even make it at all.
“Satoru —” you yelped, only for your voice to morph into wonton moans as his lips suffocated your lungs from the air.
The sound of teeth clashing, hands hunting for more bodily warmth combined with the lewd whines that dissipated from each lips heated your core — just enough to push you onto the edge with your juices pooling in your panties.
His hands expertly slide down your stomach and to the crevice in between your legs. His fingers shove the fabric to the side, exposing your wet cunt that’s just so ready to be played with and touched.
‘Tor —” you barely managed to call his name, his mouth overwhelming with strength as he forced his tongue into yours. With teeth clashing and his hands desperately stripping himself of both your clothes and his, he growled while tugging your lip with his teeth, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.”
“O-our reservation!” you cried out, desperately holding onto him with a leg hooked around his waist, relying on his strength to stand on one foot. With his shirt hanging off his torso, hair now messy and frazzled while he littered your skin with kisses that left you begging for more.
“Fuck that,” he growled, his breath sounding rough as he threw his freshly pressed shirt on the floor — one probably worth more than your rent itself.
“It’s nothing new that we’re always late, princess,” he taunted, with his palm placed at the base of your jaw, cupping your cheeks with his left hand while his right unzipped your dress, smirking when it landed on the floor with a thud.
“I told you, angel,” cocking his head to the side as he swiped his tongue upward on your lips, his eyes piercing straight into yours, “ the longer I kept this up the harder you were getting fucked.”
“It’s not over till tomo — ahhh, ” you moaned when his fingers finally played with your folds, and eventually your clit.
“Sorry, I tried, I really did, baby,” groaning as his lips dragged against your neck, his teeth hungrily nipping at your skin while he rubbed circles against your hardened bud. The erotic sound of your slick swirling against his fingers was a combination of embarrassment but also ease – you shouldn’t so readily give in, but oh you wanted to get fucked so badly.
With his vacant hand quickly unhooking your bra and groping your breasts, Satoru kissed his ways down to harshly suck at your nipples, “ but goddamn, i think you’ll actually kill me with this.”
“From not having sex?” you pulled at his hair, both legs automatically wrapping around his waists as he sloppily kissed your mounds, the slime of his saliva coating your areolas to replicate nature’s greatest gem.
“Yea, because my nut’s seriously about to explode,” unbuckling his pants while shimming them down to his ankles, pulling one of your hands down to stroke his heated member, while he pushed your panties to the side, swirling his finger around your clit.
“Gotta take good care of my future children, you know? This is very dangerous, so so dangerous.”
“You’re being r-ridiculous oh,” you moaned out when he pinched your clit, his darkened eyes watching your every expression as he opened his mouth in unison with wonton looks.
“Shhh pumpkin, aren’t you so cute, ” nibbling on your ears as his sensual breathing made your mind fuzzy and legs wobbly, increasingly more from the soaking sounds of your cunt being played with was ludicrous and naughty, “it’s always over when I say it’s over.”
Humming as he brought his wet fingers up to examine, “god, you’re soaked,” chuckling as he murmurs, “isn’t that fuckin’ cute.” the glimmer of his middle and ring finger enticing him more. “See, you want it too, no? Isn’t my silly girl just ready to be fucked.”
“yes, I want it. want it so, so bad—need it,” you mewled, letting out a soft whimper when he suddenly kissed you, grunting into your mouth.
“but let me release one real quick, ” groaning in between the kiss, "it’s a bit painful," as he palmed at his cock, “where do you want it, sweets?”
“Me…” with cheeks heated, you admitted.
“I asked where,” his words more strained and impatient as the pacing of his palms around his member was getting increasingly faster with more vigor.
And instead of answering, you pointed at the valley of your breasts, pooling your mounds together to catch every drop of his seeds on your skin.
“Fucking god, I love you,” Satoru cock twitches in his hand, “get on your knees for me, princess,” he ordered before slapping his hardened length on your cheek, “ what my girl wants, is what she gets,” hissing while stroking his shaft, looking down at your sweet position — just ready to take his load. It’s not a surprise that Satoru cums fast, and he comes hard.
When he catches you eyes anticipating for his seeds, to cover you with his release, the knot that’s been burning inside him finally starts to snap. The pleasurable, deep coil of his cum shooting through his slit meshed with your desperate desire to have yourself plastered with every essence of him was enough to drive him off the edge.
“Fuck ‘mma cum, gonna cum so hard baby,” Satoru made a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp, “gonna cum baby… i —i shit shit…”
And he does, straight on your chest, splattering bits to the floor and some to your chin, barely making its way into your mouth — a whole fucking mess.
Panting while he pulled out every ounce of his seeds, thickly splurting out of his sensitive tip, Satoru murmured under his hitched breath, “sorry baby, i—i don’t know what just happened there, fuck.”
“you made a mess,” you chuckle, smiling with a crinkle on your nose.
“Shit… sorry, let me just,” Satoru grabbed his shirt to help clean you off, “but damn such a waste,” you pouted. Annoyed that he didn't get to cum inside you, but also grieving for the loss of his precious seeds going into the trash.
“It’s your fault,” he murmured, concentrating on cleaning every ounce of his cum off you, “if it wasn’t for that stupid bet, we could’ve done this every day, as much as you wanted,” mimicking your voice with a shake to his head, “but nooo, you had to just bet on my demise.”
“then let me feel you,” you murmur, “let me have you,” cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, his soft lips that you’ve missed so much, “fuck me, ‘Toru, I want you just as bad — so so badly.”
—
“Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned when he felt the tightness of your hole firmly wrapping a ring around his member. Rhythmically pulsing his hips, slowly gulping down his spit while he closed his eyes, trying his hardest to concentrate so he didn’t pull another quickie and cum prematurely.
It was a couple hours after he came on your breasts, and a few sessions of sex thereafter that. After multiple positions and fucking in different spaces of your apartment, finally, you’ve made it to the bedroom.
Feeling your soft walls pulsing and warming his length, just so tightly embracing his cock, inviting him further inside as he settled into you — his home, a place of refuge as he’s held so carefully not only in your arms but also by your cunt.
He’s eaten you out. Fuck, you tasted so good. His starved appetite satiated with every sucking of your folds, and slobbering of his tongue against your pussy.
He’s watched you squirm and sprinkle the couch, squirting warm liquid while he fingered your cunt.
He’s seen just how far he can enter when he measured the length of his cock magically disappearing inside you, making you relish in his reign as you shuddered with every impact.
And he’s felt the warm gush of your cum coating his cock, making a white ring around his length every time he pulled himself out, only to slam it back in. Bullying your wet folds while he painfully swirled his fingers around your clit, satisfied that your cum meshed in with his prior ejaculations were stuffed deeply — fully — inside you.
Your hips buck in tandem with his, matching his rhythm but barely following his pace as he slams into you. His heavy balls slap against your swollen cunt with every thrust of his hips, mildly splattering remnants of his cum off your pussy. And as he buries his cock into you, going as deep as he can, with every thrust you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the depths of your caverns. your abused cunt continuously sucking him in and hugging around him, tempting him for more, as he groans into your neck, his lips now swollen and red.
You weren’t entirely sure if he noticed, but you sure did. The throbbing of his cock tightly wrapped by your velvet walls, with every move of his body, made your insides churn into a symphony of pleasure, making you desire more for his cock to bully your cunt — especially when his head brushed against your sweet spot.
The friction of your body meshing with his feels sickening. The thick air of the room makes him feel lightheaded as if he’s being baited in between the realms of reality and another infinite dimension, teasing between the boundaries of possibly falling into an unknown abyss or comfortably landing straight home into your arms.
It’s always been like that for him. Through all the years he’s been with you, he’s been the one that loved more, loved harder, loved desperately. He doesn’t hold it against you nor does he find fault in what type of lover he was. He just — just, doesn’t hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm, his soul flourishing in your sovereignty.
Heart lasciviously yearning for more.
“Right there ‘Toru,” you sob, “right there, give me more more” — of course it’s right there. He’s studied you front and back, but it wasn’t just right there. Because as his thumb finds your clit again, pressing desperate little circles to get you over the edge, he knows it’s actually right there when you squeeze on his cock, your eyes falling to the back of your head while your breaths start to stagger.
That’s — that’s when you cum again—harder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. “S-satoru,” you gasp, “fuck, k-keep going."
But that — that was a shocker.
Normally he’ll ride out his orgasm after he’s seen you finish off. But, strange… when he sees the needy glint in your eyes, the tremble of your lips as you used every ounce of your strength to pull him in while you cupped his face, your legs mercilessly bouncing with every thrust of his hips while your thighs were firmly pressed into your chests.
Murmuring under your breath while you encouraged him to keep going, the invitation has him quickly falling into his own — hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you, shooting in waves with every twitch of his cock, with every groan pulled from his throat that soon formed into sweet whimpers that he harmonies into your neck, while fucking his load into you and as you held him in your arms, purposefully clenching to edge him off.
But still, it’s almost embarrassing how fast he cums. Even more embarrassing is how he’s currently withering in your arms, trembling from the aftermath of pumping his hot seeds into you, desperately holding onto you with his face planted into the crook of your neck.
The way his cum spills out of you and coats his cock, it’s perfect and feels just right. Despite your eyes about to fall shut, you can’t help but think how perfectly he fits intertwined with your body, his slowly softening cock nestled just perfectly inside you as he slumps on top of you, panting from the prior tumultuous rounds of fucking like rabbits as he cages you in his arms.
It’s warm — not only inside you, feeling the clumps spilling out, but love.
Loving him was warm. Loving him was right.
Groaning on top of your body, “Don’t ever ask me to do this again.” You can feel his cock slowly start to take its shape again inside you, it was quick but the viscous lumps of his fluid quickly slipped out to make more space for his cock to fill you again.
More — he wanted more.
“B-but I could’ve treated you out —” your voice was almost gone. You’ll probably get a noise complaint from your neighbors the next morning.
“babe, the best way you can treat out your baby girl,” Satoru rasped as he fully slipped himself inside you again, eyes rolling to the back of his head for a short moment before carnally staring into your eyes, “is letting him fuck you whenever he wants —”
“Wait wait!” you covered his lips with your hands, cheekily looking up as you then cupped his face, amused as you watched the discontent growl plastered on his expression morph into a pout.
Grumbling, Satoru huffed, “That’s all I've been doing this past month —”
“I said wait!" stifling his whine, pulling him closer to your bosom to place a kiss on his forehead, delighted to hear the small ring of your phone jingle in tune.
“happy birthday loser,” you cooed.
“You’re the worst for making me go through this,” he chuckled while caging you in, his arms surrounding your head as he brushed his finger against your cheek, his thumb lingering against your swollen lips that were softly smudged with lipstick, “but thank you, 'm getting older, but i’ll fuck you even harder,” he proposed with a wink.
“Wow…” unbelievable that he still had energy, “even with a month of no sex, you’ll still so horny.”
“Yea, because we gotta make babies now,” Satoru chirped, his lips making its way to your swollen nipples, sucking on the tips.
“Thought you didn’t want kids?”
“Eh, I figured… having a little gremlin like Megumi or Tsumiki-chan wouldn’t be so bad.”
“Just admit it,” running your hands through his sweaty hair, “you like them a lot more than you’ll admit.”
Suddenly propping his head up like a groundhog, with spit trailing down his chin, he corrected, “False, I like them only to an extent because I get tabs on their dad.”
“Tabs about who he’s dating? Why are you going to sell that to the tabloids?”
“Exactly, Tsumiki-chan always spill the tea, and plus that fart needs some action.”
“Even though you’re my boyfriend, you really are something.”
“Eh, i’ve gotten better compliments,” he shrugged, his attention going straight back to your nipples.
“ ‘Toru… d-do you think Suguru made it?” a moan slipped from your lips while you positioned yourself more comfortably under him, getting yourself ready.
Letting go of your nipples with a sharp pop, “That fucker wouldn’t lie to me — oh fuck” your boyfriend released a gluttonous moan as he furrowed his brows, hissing while clenching his stomach from absolutely losing it right then and there, “d-don’t clench so suddenly like that.”
“Gotta keep up with the pace, baby girl,” licking your lips while cocking a brow. “So… are you going to fuck me,” clenching while you tugged his hips down to your pelvis, hearing him hiss on the impact made your guts tighten while you watched him melt from the pressure surrounding his heated length pulsing inside you.
Using all your strength to turn your bodies around, now saddling your legs against his hips as you watched his stunned expression from above, it felt nice being in control. and fully sinking onto his cock as you started rolling your hips in repeated motions, in between wanting breaths, you asked,
“or am I gonna have to fuck you, pretty?”
— next morning.
Ding!
From: Asshole
so did you succeed?
To: Asshole
nah, fucked last night. you?
From: Asshole
nice. but happy birthday, bro.
To: Asshole
thx so, you pulled through?
From: Asshole (5 hours later)
nah, we fucked the day after making the bet. fucked again just now, too :P
author's note: omg... first sooo sorry for the lack of editing on this. holy smokes, it was way too long and i didn't dare to read through all of this. but if you have, thank you! i greatly appreciate you
just a quick post that i have my requests open for some jjk writing!
i preferably write for nanami, toji and satoru at the moment, so i would love some requests for them :3 there's (almost) nothing I won't write so feel free to go wild, if I do feel uncomfortable with that request, I will unfortunately not write it.
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