June!

“Throughout heaven and Earth, only I am the biggest chud of them all..” 17+

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𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙏𝙤 𝙈𝙮 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙜!

Hello everyone! My name is June! I go by she/her and I’m bisexual

I love jjk and cod and overall multi-fandom!

I don’t like sharing much about myself too much. (I saw what happens if you do..) but! I’m willing to share my freakish mind and brainchild!

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toji loves a cute girl that weeps when he doesn’t cum inside.

he almost does, he really wants to, but he can’t take the chance of having to raise a brat like he almost did once before.

he’s an old man, and he’s got his piorities; plus, he likely wouldn’t even be alive to see his child’s 2nd birthday.

but when he’s fucking that pretty pussy, all rationality slips away. all he can think about is your soft gummy walls warped around his thick shaft, and all you can think about is how well he’s pummeling your chubby cunt.

you chant of pleads, try to the best of your abilities to convince him to nut inside because, ‘i-i’m on birth control !’ or ‘can just t-take plan b, daddy,’ but he knows of your little lying tactics.

he coos, convinces you that he’s really gonna do it, really going to release his potent nut into your pussy, but at the last moment he pulls out, spurts of creamy white painting your swollen folds and your bite-ridden tummy. he’s toji fushiguro, his pull out game is undeniably amazing. he really had you convinced. :(

“n-no…” you whimper, legs shivering as you feel his warm load trickle down your slit and dirtying the sheets below. “‘s not fair !”

“not fair ?” he chuckles, bringing his overstimulated tip to your cunny, dragging his nut throughly. he pushes inside lightly, making you squeal.

“y’p-promised.” you mutter, tears brimming your eyes, but unable to take them off the lewd sight before you. you wince when he pulls out once again, tapping his wet cock head against your clit.

“i didn’t promise ya shit, doll. y’makin’ things up in that dumb little head of yours again ?” he teases, taking your stiff nipple in his mouth. “hmm ?” he hums, making you shiver.

“please, please—“ it’s torture at this point, and toji should feel so guilty for making his sweet girl cry. you think, if he really loved you he would do it, he would brand you and really make you his :(

“shh, ‘s alright.” he comes up, kissing fallen tears off of your blushed cheeks, and rubbing a calloused thumb over your pouty lips. “next time, hm ?” he blantly lies. “n-no, need it now, please !”

“you’re a real brat, hm ? not used to not gettin’ what ya want?”

he laughs when you shake your head quickly, your little pout never once leaving your expression.

“don’t be so angry. i’ll make ya mine soon enough, okay? dumb baby.”

[sob3rdeath]

mdni, please! +18 content ahead. ♡

cw: hate fucking, degradation, spitting, face slapping (only one time tho), soft!toji at the end

hate sex with toji :( he's such a meanie as he fucks you rapidly and angrily, pulling out right when you're about to cum :( and don't even think about complaining. "fucking whiny bitch." he speaks through his gritted teeth. "you're always used to getting everything you want, hm? not with me."

his big hand holds your jaw as he demands you open your mouth, spitting on it and making you swallow. he doesn't gives you space to try to bring up why you were arguing earlier. "shut the fuck up." he looks so angry and impatient, this time he makes sure to fuck you until you cum, making you brain dead so you can't talk back, all that ranting is making his head fucking hurt. and when you cum on his cock for the like, 5th time, he has a shit eating grin on his face, mumbling mean things in your ear. "can't talk back? tell me. talk to me. who's in charge now?" and he slaps your face when you don't answer, punctuating his words with deep, strong trusts. "when i speak to you i expect you to fucking answer me." and his grin only widens when you scream his name. "i-i'm sorry, toji. i'm sorry." and that's what he wants to hear. what he needs to hear to slow down and make sweet love to you, so you can't even recognise the man that was fucking you with so much anger.

dividers by aquazero.

[moopsoup]

toji loves backshots and no one can tell me any differently

“fuck, she’s takin’ me so good,” toji groans, voice rough, breath hot against your ear as he drives into you, deep, brutal, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs.

your cheek is pressed into the mattress, fingers clawing at the sheets, but it doesn’t matter—he’s got you right where he wants you, big hands gripping your hips, dragging you back onto his cock like he’s using you, like you’re nothing but a fucktoy for him to ruin, holding you there like it’s nothing, like he owns you. because he does. and you know it.

“thought you could handle it” he taunts, one hand sliding up your back, pressing down between your shoulder blades, forcing your arch deeper, making you feel every inch of him splitting you open. “where’s all that talk now, pretty girl?”

you barely have time to answer—not like you could, not with the way he’s fucking into you. all that comes out is a whimper, a broken, choked-off sound as he fucks you harder, his pace punishing, unrelenting.

“nah, none of that,” he smirks, landing a sharp slap to your ass before gripping your throat, pulling you up just enough to press his lips to your ear. “let her speak.”

oh he’s so mean

[kenpachissluut]

mean older men who pounds into your wet sore pussy from behind while they hold you firmly against their rough, calloused chest by the throat. whispering dirty nothings into your ear and humiliating you, while they increase their pace, making you almost pass out in their arms. of course their big, veiny hand travels down to your sore clit abusing it even more while they thrust deeper and rougher.

,,Gonna fill you up my lil cumslut until you dripping and leaking everywhere.‘‘

❦ Kenpachi Zaraki, Shunsui Kyoraku, Aizen Sosuke, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Kusakabe Atsuya, Geto Suguru, Sukuna Ryomen, Uvogin hxh ❦

⋆˚ lunaeanima 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🩶

[torusdigicam]

What if.. Pregnant! Reader using a maternity pillow instead of them

wait this is adorable lemme work mi magic bbg 🥹🥹 believe it or not I was out today and saw SOOO many pregnant ladies😭😭😭

𝙄’𝙑𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀𝘿!

JJK!Men x Pregnant!reader

tags:NOT PROOF READ!,dad!jjk men,(Gojo/Nanami/Toji/Sukuna),trueform!sukuna,fluff,slight bickering, slight sexual themes but VERY SMALL!,you’re married, nothing much to say, Toji being slightly aggravating,oki bai

𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙐 𝙂𝙊𝙅𝙊

He’s NOT pleased with this. Up until now you’ve always cuddled your body and your bump into HIS side not this imposter of a pillow. When you first got the damn thing Satoru keep whining and pleading like a puppy.

“Babe you don’t need this. You have me.” He whined once more. You were on the living room floor opening your brand new pillow. You bought on sale on Amazon and you rightfully assumed that your 30 y/o husband would be okay with you using a pillow to support your son that’s growing in your stomach. But you ask too much of Satoru Gojo.

“Hunny calm down, I’m almost due anyways. The OBGYN says I need to be real comfortable before I give birth in a month or two.” You chuckled at him, taking a hand and patting his pouting cheek. “It’s whatever I guess but don’t come to me when the baby need skin to skin contact with its father, it’s really good for my son.”

“Oh really? Says who?”

“I read it online.”

So in the end you made a compromise (didn’t mean he’d stop pouting and wailing over the damn thing anytime you laid down)

Anytime you were laying on the couch,you’d laid your soft bump into his side!

𝙆𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝙉𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙄

Actually, I wasn’t offended when you asked for one. In fact, he was the one who bought it. He surprised you one night with it after hearing you complain all week after visiting the OBGYN for your monthly check-up.

“Kento! Thank you! Ouuhh!! I love you!” You waddled up to him and hugged him, your daughter slightly grazing Nanami’s stomach. “Of course, can’t have my wife in pain when she’s carrying my baby.” You kissed his cheek as your hurried to open the package.

Ever since then, you’ve carried it around the house or at least as best as you could. To the living room to the bedroom. Nanami didn’t mind…

Kinda

He missed the few weeks before he got you the dang pillow. You snuggling up to him, clutching him and even feeling the baby kick his side. He missed it, but he sucked it up for you. You’d asked if he’s okay from time to time and he’d always say okay. But you know Nanami like that.

So one night you were coming from upstairs and slid right next to him, you getting comfortable into his side and holding onto his arm.

“No pillow tonight?” Nanami asked a bit puzzled. “No not tonight I want my pillow to have a little heat to it and a handsome face.”

Nanami pulled his other arm around you and kissed your forehead. “You truly flatter me love.”

𝙏𝙊𝙅𝙄 𝙁𝙐𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙐𝙍𝙊

“Toji get the fuck off of my pillow!” You yelled at him throwing a throw pillow at him. Ever since you bought it he’s been using it when you’re gone. He claims it’s because he gets tired at work and needs a “nice place to rest that isn’t your thighs.”

He scoffed at you, rolling over in it under covering your other son—Megumi whose sound asleep, gripping the sides of the pillow with his tiny hands. “You both need to get up from my pillow I’m tired and my feet hurt.” Toji groaned as he picked up his mini me and left. “Sure kick out your poor son and husband out of bed. As if you didn’t replace me with a piece of fabric and cushions.” You rolled your eyes so hard even he’d could hear it.

After laying Megumi down in his crib, he comes stomping back into the bedroom finding sound asleep and drooling onto the pillow. Your bump perfectly cupping within the fabric. He pushes a strand of hair out of your face. The curl flowing back into place.

He inched next to the pillow staring at it with intent.

You were sleeping so peacefully and well deserved. No more crying and “mommy!” All day. A stream of drool came out from the corner of your mouth. The blanket was warm and soft to the touch. The pillow under you, slipped and your body hitting the mattress softly. You raised your head up to see your husband’s chest against you.

His hand heavy on your stomach, rubbing it in soft circles. “Just say you’re jealous of the pillow ‘Ji.” You huffed out. “Nah if I can’t have you, you can’t have it either.” He mumbled deeply. His chin rested on your head as he closed his eyelids.

You gave his chest a soft pat. “Whatever.”

𝙍𝙔𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙐𝙆𝙐𝙉𝘼

Upset. Upset. Even more upset. Did I tell you that Ryomen Sukuna was VERY upset?

Ever since you bought that wicked. Ever since it arrived at your door he’s hated it.LOATH IT! Who does it think it is? It thinks it can replace THEE King of Curses?!

Why the fuck would you need it for? You’ve been content with him as your sleep support for the last few months as you carried his daughter. “Why the fuck would you need that?” He grunted out, arms folded as you laid on. “Because I saw it online and it looked good. Stop being dramatic Ryo.” Dramatic..?

Dramatic.

He felt like a human. His job being taken by a machine. But his case more so a pillow. A stupid ugly pillow. As you laid on it more and more, he pouted more and more. Grunted and complained. Even hid the shit from you! “Stop using it woman!” He groaned out one night. “Why? It’s comfy and nice? I like being able to lay on my side without hurting my baby?” You cocked an eyebrow at him. He growled at you, all four arms folded like a child. His growling doesn’t scare you or stop you.

“Good night!”

“Whatever.”

When you woke up the next morning, the pillow was missing. Next to you was Sukuna. A smirk on his sleepy face. His second set of arms around your waist and a hand on your stomach. “Ryo?” You mumbled. A low hum came from him. “Where’s my pillow?”

…

“It’s in the trash isn’t it?”

“Yes woman.”

Let’s just say he was happy when his daughter came into the world.

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[yenayaps]

stealing your husband’s chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!

[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]

Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.

“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.

“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”

“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.

And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.

“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”

“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.

He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”

“…yes,” you whimper.

“Then fucking arch it.”

You sniffle. “Okay.”

He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.

“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.

It has his attention now.

The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.

“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.

“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“

“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”

“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.

“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”

“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.

“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”

His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”

“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”

“I… I don’t know—“

“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”

“Please.”

“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”

And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.

"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”

Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.

“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”

Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.

He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.

The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.

“Are you ready to go again?”

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[kamiflix]

this year is goin by tew fast… wym it’s july already

[tonycries]

ABRACADABRA

Synopsis. No one else made you cúm before? No problem! Of course, he’s there to help.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, JJK men making you cúm after your ex couldn’t, PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, matíng presses, cervíx kíssing, dúmbifícation, TALKING YOU THROUGH IT, biiig stretch, creampíes, spítting, chokíng, oraI (f), exhíbitíonism (Gojo), use of jujutsu, doctor!Higuruma, p examinations, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukuna’s second mouth, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Happy early VaIentine’s day lovelies <33

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - COCK(Y)

“M’almost insulted, doll.” Toji’s letting his muscular back slouch heftily against the padded pillow, pinkish tongue poking out to drag a slow lick across his scar at the way you straddled him. “Let your dear Toji here take gooood care of this pretty pussy now.”

“B-but Toji–” Your hands ghost down his tensing abs, rock-hard and so sculptured underneath your sensory tips that you can’t help but ogle. Whispering, “None of my exes have ever made me c-”

“So what, girl?”

He’s latching a strong hand onto the side of your waist, letting your eager hips slip n’ slide all down that girthy length of his. Scorching hot, lathering your entrance in a slobbering layer of pre at just the thought of being inside you. 

A puffy vein catches on your sappy entrance and you find yourself letting off a moan, spine arching into his bulging pecs. And all you can hear are his rasping chuckles, something dangerous. “Ya seriously think Toji Fushiguro wouldn’t be able to make ya cum?”

And it was a rhetorical question - something to make your bottom lip wobble oh-so-cutely just the way he liked. 

But when you’re steeling your hazy gaze on him and shaking your head? Oh, if Toji was any lesser man then he might’ve just cum right then and there. 

Aching shaft throbbing out a rapid little ba-dump–! right around your gummy ring of muscle. Stretching you out agape, Toji’s of such staggering size that he has to splay out his feet flat on the springy mattress - rutting up in sloppy strikes to your mushy walls just to fit inside. 

He takes a fat few fingers to pry open your leaky maw, thumbing apart your kiss-bitten lips until your tongue lolls out automatically for him to spit-

“See that?” Toji thumbs away the see-through splatter sprayed at the edges of your cockdrunken grin, murmuring. “Show me- show me.”

“Ngh- s-so dirty, Toji.” You whine, jittery body wracking with shivers after every inch he slipped inside of you. After every moment spent basking in his heady gaze, willowy eyes narrowing down when you dart out your tongue to put that webbed mass of saliva all on display. 

“H-heh, yeahhhh, atta girl. Mine inside n’ out now.” Your eyes slide allll the way to the back of your weary lids when he splats your tastebuds with- not one, but two more weighty wads of spittle. Closing your slackened jaw shut with one hand, the other finds itself cushioned underneath his sweat-dampened locks. Biceps flexing sexily, your stomach tightens in need. “Ride yerself stupid on me now, why don’t ya- Make that pussy cum.”

He’s pounding up into you like he hated you - like he hated those stupid memories of faking your orgasms in the years before. Wanted to prove himself with every syrupy peck at goopy pussy. 

Breaths spilling out in clouded puffs, your nose crinkles at the way that you’re stumbling to take such copious inches of him. Every bounce swabbing Toji’s rounded mushroom tip at the deepest sponges of your cervix, “Shit- shit, s-so big–”

“Yeah? Big, huh? Just big?” 

Babbling away, “Really, really big.”

And that only made him harder - bulging out your tautly stretched walls until you were wrapped around him like a clingy second skin. Until you were molding to every bit of his circumference and bumpy veins. Meeting your pap! pap! papping! cadence with mean bucks of his own, Toji wastes no time rolling the plump hill of his thumb across your clit. “See her? That cute, needy clit? Ever had her played with?”

“O-only on my own.” You’re sinking your teeth into your quivering lower lip to stop the overspilling squeals - but it doesn’t work. Not when every lil’ calloused heart being drawn on your bundled nub makes you see stars, “Feels so good Toji—”

“What’d I tell ya, silly girl?” Oh, he’s so smug. Stray hand grazing down your spine in a little massage that makes your hips stutter down even harder. Faster. With a quirked brow, Toji feels himself grin at the wet little slurps slurring from between your bloated lips. Your other ones. “Damn, real hngh- chatty she is- hold on, you’re gonna loooove this, doll.”

Your head bobbles stupidly, mewling. “Love wh-wha- oh.”

In the split-second it takes the honeyed syllables to fall from your mouth - Toji’s fucking them out just as fast. With a jagged, drilling thud! of his fattened cockhead against your g-spot. 

For the first time ever.

“Tha’s your g-spot.” Rovering up the globed pad of his index all up your tummy, you flinch when he presses hard down where his length was striking the very bottom of your pussy. “My favorite.”

“H-hit it again-” 

“Tch, greedy.”

Your throat is rendered so very parched with every soppy French kiss he planting on your magical spots. Once. Twice. Thrice. You were addicted. So many times that you can’t help but lose count and drool- “Fuuuuck. Oh my god, th-there. There- I’m so close.”

“Shush, girl.” A bulky hand plasters over your noisy mouth, seeping Toji’s steaming hot skin with glossy lathers of your spilling saliva. He nods downwards, where you were screaming out squelches. “Give ‘er some respect, she’s bein’ fucked properly for the fist time n’ wants to speak.”

You were being fucked properly for the fist time.

And it seemed like Toji had no thoughts of stopping - no thoughts of even slowing down from the way he was spearheading every tender orifice homed inside of you. Making you dizzier and dizzier and dizzier with each passing second-

“Toj- mmpf- Toji-” you’re sobbing, like a little mantra. Like the only thing in your mind right now - and he knew it, smugly. 

Pulling the curved edges of his fingers away with a slick few strings of juices connecting them, it’s the last thing you register before the solid spank. “Cum.”

You were so pretty when you hit your high. He thinks he might be in….love.

All throaty moans of Tooooji, and your lashes glazing with thick layers upon layers of tears. Hitting headfirst into the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had, it’s all you can do to throw your head back and clench around Toji’s thick, throbbing length tightly. 

Dirtily. Until he was hissing and fighting to drag you n’ your gripping cunt with one big, beefy arm to fuck you through your high.

“Tha’s why you couldn’t ngh- c-cum, doll.” He spits into your open mouth, letting you claw and bite and ruin the steamy plane of his sweat-simmered flesh. “Wasn’t fucked properly- wasn’t- s’alright. Toji’s here, Toji’s makin’ you cum. Gonna take gooood f-fucking ah- care of you.”

And your vision tinges with black, treacly slit grinding back against the delicious curve of his plumpened balls. Head static, entire body still wracking with shivers when you feel it-

He’s teasing an innocent kiss near the curled corner of your mouth. Feverish. “Now…have ya ever heard of squirting, doll?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Ladies first.

“Never?”

“Never.” 

Fuck- a gorgeous girl like you and none of those boys have ever even made your pretty pussy cum? 

Your coworker finds himself gulping, thickened digits trekking up to his yellow tie and loosening. He feels so…feverish at the thought.

Thank god it was just the two of you working overtime tonight.

And even clearing his throat doesn’t make that ragged edge of his words bate, doesn’t make him sound any less feral. Eyes molten and hot on yours, you catch the way the tips of Nanami’s ears scorch bright red. “I-if you would like, darling…I could show you how a real man fucks.”

That’s how you found yourself like this - pinned face-down on your corporate cubicle desk, maw leaking saturated waves of drool onto documents you were sure were important. Struggling to squirm against the shackles of his tie with every pressurized pound-

Ptwah! A messy wad of something slick and slippery strikes your overstuffed pussy, spittle smeared across your bulging folds with a sultry swipe of Nanami’s fat thumb. 

“Kento–”

“Almost hah- almost there, my love.” He’s gruffing out in a roughly condensed pant from behind you, hot breath hitting the back of your neck and making your skin simmer with goosebumps. The doughy curve of his length twitches, “Just a little longer.”

“L-longer?” You’re babbling away stupidly through flooding strings of saliva, head able to lift only a few centimeters off of the cool plane of your office desk. “Are you gonna c-cum too, Kento?”

“Ladies first.”

And, shit- Nanami Kento might be known around the office as the perfect gentleman - but when he fucked, he fucked you so filthy. Like no one else ever had before.

You swear you could feel your goopy walls contracting and molding to every hot, weighty square inch of him.

Curling a few dexterous fingers underneath where your wrists were pinned haplessly behind your back, all it takes is the tiniest of jerks for Nanami to lift you cleanly off the desk. With one hand, weightless. 

Pressing a sweet, sweet kiss against your sweaty temple, he was hunched over you so close now with the changed angle. And you could count every flex of Nanami’s thick thighs pushing you from behind, every scratch of his tawny happy trail against the jiggling curve of your ass.

Humming, “Mhm— this cute cunt’s tellin’ me that she’s gonna cum right about…” One soft peck at the corner of your mouth, and then another one from his globular tip against your g-spot. Hard. “-now.”

And when has Nanami ever been wrong?

It takes one- two thuds! of his bulky tip crashing into your most tender spots before your vision closes and you see black. Jaw dropping open to gape n’ close soundlessly, brows furrowing at the heat in your tummy because shit, it feels so good.

Your melty walls clinging onto his shaft so cozily- “Fuck, s’f-fucking tight. Can barely even fuck you through your cute high. How are ya even ngh- taking this big fucking cock, darling?”

“Wait-” you’re trilling away like his favorite song. Every dab of his weepy orifice into your cunt making you sob, “Oh my god- feels so- so good. So fuck! D-does it always feel like this, Ken–?”

“Awww, poor girl missin’ out.” Nanami’s glissading pecs stick to your back like a cushion, rumbling. Hips hitting yours with a thwack! thwack! thwack! that leaves you craving carnally for more. “Gotta teach her proper- teach- teach her properly.”

Before you can even ask what he means - before you can even register Nanami’s moans - he’s latching on a few fingertips onto your plump clit. Rolling over and over in lazy circles-

“Cute lil’ clit- poor thing’s never been given ngh- loving before.” Oh, he’s been holding this back - heart racing at the way you’d cum all over his cock and nothing but his cock. And Nanami sounds desperate now. “Clench ‘round me, my love- clench. Please.”

Heedlessly, you’re listening to his exact words before you even register them.

Dewy walls squeezing around Nanami’s girthy length, massaging every lightning bolt of his veins. His slit. Everything. And he’s losing his fucking mind- 

“Ohhh—” Planting kiss after kiss on your neck, he tugs you with that lecherous tie wrapped around your wrists until you were just plastered all across Nanami’s Herculean front. “Good, huh? Good? Can you say biiig stretch?”

“B-big-”

“Mhm?”

“Biiig s-stretch-” God, he was fucking you until you felt shy.

“Atta girl.”

“Feels so w-weird, Ken–” You’re yelping, pearly gumdrop of tears welling up behind your lids at the way you feel so raw. Your sensitive walls pried apart with Nanami’s flaming red tip, probing inside until it felt like he was jackhammering your very lungs. “M’all- ngh- extra s-sensitive and- ah!”

And you don’t know what you expected Nanami to do - you don’t know how you expected him to react. But it certainly wasn’t for him to snicker. 

Octaves higher, reverent. 

“Awww, my overstimulated girl.” Murked clouds hit your prespired neck, and it’s as if his strokes get impossibly deeper. Faster. Sloppier. So, so messy on your clit that your syrupy ribbons of slick puddle on the ground with a spattering splat! “Don’t worry, m’g-gonna make it allll better- ya here? Gonna make you feel so good.”

You can’t even think at this point. “Good?”

“Mhm–” Within only a few blinks, a tannish veiny forearm takes up your blurry vision. Nudging your slobbering lips, “Now bite.”

Your teeth sink into his muscled mounds of flesh before you can stop yourself - and Nanami’s letting his head fall before he can. A grated f-fuck! escaping him once he graces your snug pussy with a thrust so harsh that it leaves your legs dangling in midair. 

You think you’re cumming again for the second time - you think you’re blanking out. But the only thing you can feel right now is the scorching hot dripping of Nanami’s warm cum seeping into each nook n’ cranny inside you.

Overspilling from your puffy lips. Sloshing around with every drilling stab-

“Now that’s called a c-creampie, darlin’.” He’s groaning out - and you know what it is. You can feel it swashing down in buttery rivulets from the insides of your thighs, sticking to your warm innards like a sloppy second skin. And he’s still pounding you utterly stupid- “Say ngh- ‘creampie’ f’me?”

You’re whimpering, wrung so tautly that it felt like you were about to snap. “C-creampie.”

“Good…good girl.” Nanami’s purring, sneaking in a thumb to pattern little drawings all over the ivory splatters of cum topping your clit. Plugging those very same fingers into your mouth- “Now can you ngh- say ‘Ken, please b-breed me’, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Never enough?!

“S-Suguru, I’m gonna-”

“Damn right.” He’s spitting glinting speckles of spit past your slackened lips, narrowed eyes boring down at you deeply through an inky curtain of bangs. The look in them is animalistic. “Again- cum f’me again. Cum goddammit-”

With your head striking the ends of the puffy pillow with a thud! you swear your entire body shivers as if shocked by a thousand volts of electricity. Crashing headfirst into so many white-hot peaks of bliss that it makes your head spin.

Over and over.

And it’s just about all you can manage to force your boneless limbs right now to throw your hands around Geto’s sweat-glistened back and claw your way back to sanity. “M’cumming m’cumming m’cumming.”

“Fuck!” He hisses at the agonizing sting that only makes Geto’s puffy cockhead twitch ‘round your gooey insides. Tight. “Got ya fucking addicted now, huh? Needy lil’ slut.”

It could’ve been your fifth orgasm of the night - hell, it could’ve been the five-hundredth and you wouldn’t have known at this point. 

Because Geto Suguru wasn’t just making up for a single round of missed orgasms - he was well and fully intent on making up for all of them.

And you’ve barely stolen back heady clouds of your breath, barely even blinked the woozy vision back into your eyes before Geto gives your fluttering cunt a sharp spank. Snickering mercilessly at the way you’re flinching your spine into a deep curvature. 

Cute. 

Padded kneecaps smearing your helpless thighs ever-wider in a mating press so filthy it couldn’t even be called one right now. You can only watch as Geto’s toned hips slow down until he was barely even grinding. Lazy, sensual drags of his swollen shaft up n’ down your tender walls. 

He smears the doughy fringes of his fingertips all over where you were simply bulging to desperately accommodate his size, “Not gonna s-say ‘thank you’ for your fifth orgasm, gorgeous?”

“Wh-wha- thank- ngh!” Your veins boil with embarrassment at how you can only gurgle and gasp right about now, a thick stream of drool flooding from the edges of your mouth. “Sugu—”

“Oh?” Before you know it, there’s a searing grasp on your scalp - Geto. His perfectly manicured fingers clawing onto the sweat-dampened crown of your head and dragging you mercilessly off of the drenched mattress. All the way until your tears cooled with his murked puffs, “What was that?”

Teeth drawn, canines glinting. He was snarling. 

You’re squirming impatiently, jostling his split-ended tip in wet swivels around your greedy cunt. Still throbbing. Still unmoving. “Said- ngh-”

Bent alllll the way back - he’s angling his ears to face your fucked-out face with a grin, tightening that shackle-like hold on you until you were keening. Enjoying this way too much. “What? What was that? How bad do you hah- want it because m’not moving an inch.”

You didn’t even know if you could cum at this point - whether you could physically even handle it. Stringing endless beads of tears from your eyes, skin breaking out with heaps upon heaps of shivers.

Sensitive. 

“Can’t- can’t even-” And the only time you’re seeing his rude façade splinter is once your trembly fingers trek upwards to clasp around Geto’s own slender throat. Tight. His breath hitches, bumpy Adam’s apple bobbing underneath your touch-

Fuck.

Fuck.

And he can’t fucking stop himself from giving in to slash your slick-buttered cervix with a sudden thrust. Arching off of the soaked-through bed with a slightly singing creak! the clammy skin of Geto’s pelvis sticks to your own like glue. Smearing and oh-so-sloppy.

All that it takes for the words to be fucked out of you cockdrunkenly, still twitching with the remnants of your previous orgasm. “Th-thank- Thank you, Suguru–”

Oh, what a sight it was.

With Geto’s eyes glazed over, long Stygian lashes flickering like they were about to screw shut. High cheekbones radiating off scorching waves of his bright blush, and- and he was drooling. 

A thin, silvery line of saliva that spattered from the edges of his oh-so-feral snarl. “Y-yeah?” Oh, his pretty baritone cracks many multiple octaves higher. “Now you can sh-show some fucking ngh- appreciation, can’t you?”

“Sugu-”

“Shut up.” One push. Two. Three. Until it felt like the scratch of Geto’s drenched black happy trail against your pelvis was going to brand permanently on your skin, scratching something deep and primal seated inside of you. He darts out his candied pink tongue, “Suck on m’tongue.”

And when you do it’s like your favorite bubblegum candy, he tasted so sweet - and he was fucking you the exact opposite. Quick, rugged thrusts that rendered you speechless-

“S-stupid girl- isn’t that right gorgeous?” Muffled and mean. It takes you a few tizzy seconds to realize that Geto wasn’t even talking to you at this point - clouded amethyst eyes locked on your saturated pussy. The way she was swallowing his reddened length endlessly, “Doesn’t even know what she m-missed out on ngh-”

Each pressurized force of his pounds left your heart racing, swabbing to leave geysers of pre in softened spots that you didn’t even realize you had - hell, you might just be falling in love. 

Fingers dipping away from the prespired column of his flushed neck, just a mere slippery inch before you’re startled by his parched voice. Shaky. Begging. “No- nooo you d-don’t-” Geto’s clasp on your wrist is bruising - permanent. Wrapping your fingers back where they were beginning to form red banded marks ‘round his throat. Tightly. “Ch-choke me- choke me while I make you cum a sixth time, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Sweet Expresso

“Oh, baby…” Choso’s drawing out in a sweet, simpering sigh - entire mouth just watering at the sloppy bucketloads of slick pouring from between your sappy folds. It was like he had his favorite meal all laid out in front of him. “Baby baby baby—”

Your legs splayed apart on the soft mattress, twitching ever-so-slightly with every hot cloud of breath that your awestruck best friend was panting out. 

In love with you. In love with your drooling cunt.

Back arching off of the sticky sheets, you’re lifting your hand to run over Choso’s long mahogany locks. Lower lip jutting out in a way that makes him almost whine- 

“T-told you, Cho- no ex of mine has ever made me cum before by eating me out- ah!”

And Choso Kamo wasn’t one to interrupt his lovely lady. He wasn’t one to cut off the pretty noises you were making before they’d finished ringing in his ears - but now?

Oh, now he’s promptly bludgeoning his clammy head between your heated thighs. Stealing a hypnotized little kiss right on the edge of your puffy clit. Again. And again. And again and again and-

“F-fuck.” He’s gurgling in a hoarse little tone all the way from the back of his throat, a thin line of drool spraying from the upturned corners of Choso’s plump lips because he just couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m gonna m-make you cum, baby- me.”

You’re almost breathless at the way he sounded so desperate that it was pained; dark chestnut brows scrunching together as if in prayer. “R-really?”

It didn’t matter to him what your tch- exes have failed to do before, he neve thought they were good enough for you anyway.

Choso saw a pretty pussy he wanted to kiss over n’ over again and he couldn’t stop. 

Pointed peak of his button nose pressing right into the perk of your clit, the scratchy pads of his tastebuds everywhere. Every vibration of Choso’s tremoring your snug outer ring, whimpering. “Yeah. Yeah, want you to cum- need- need you to cum.”

“Seems like you want me to cum more than ngh- I do, Cho–” You’re giggling out, eyes hazy with the curling swashes of his mouth pressing repeated French kisses on your puffed-up pussylips. 

“Ngh-” God, he sounded so pretty - whining the very moment you comb your trembly digits through Choso’s velvety strands. Cheeks painted red with a delicate blush, his breath hitches just darting his eyes up to meet your own. Fully heart-eyed. “I do. Need to show m-my best friend what she’s been missing, baby.”

Thumbing apart the gluey fringes of your folds with a squelched pap! You’re feeling his plump tongue swirl out saturated hearts right on the sultry target of your clit - and he’s never looked more like he’s in heaven. 

“Gonna f-fuck her now, m’kay–?” Just the thought of filling your snugly winking cunt up with his tongue is enough to have Choso’s hips rutting down on the mattress mindlessly. Groaning. 

Needy.

He wanted you so badly - he’s been wanting you so badly for years and years and years - that you’ve barely even started your lazy nodding before he snarls back his teeth to swipe swiftly into your leaky hole. Ragged texture of his tongue swiveling into every ridge and crevice-

“S-so warm–” you hiccup, fingers tangling into Choso’s perspiration-matted hair because he was moving ravenously. Animalistically. Your oh-so-gentle best friend- you couldn’t even control him at this point.

And he couldn’t control himself.

Pinning you down with his powerful upper body, the curve of his sculpted deltoids dig into your rutting mounds of flesh once Choso grinds his chin underneath your treacly slit and roughly shoves your thighs apart. Further n’ further until it burned. 

Groaning into the weepy mound of your cunt, his tongue slashes in an urgent in and out that makes your hips jerk- shit, you can’t help but think mindlessly that you wanted this…forever. 

“H-hold on–” Choso darts out one hand to guide both of your own - allll the way until you’re steering the soft spheroids of his dishevelled spacebuns. Tightly. “Hold on t’me, baby. Use me- use me.”

He wanted you to use his hair to guide him. Faster. 

And doing it so fervently. Folding to your every want and whim when you’re angling your hips into a tempo just the way you like it - Choso’s chin clacking into the base of your pussy, his nose rovering all over your sensitive clit. With squelch after squelch, you swear you feel him stall over that fleshy nub to take a loooong sniff of your cunt-

“Shiiiit- d-didn’t know you were s-so good-” You’re practically shrilling out, ogling the bob of his Adam’s apple after every gulp of your sweet, sweet sap. Your slick overfloods his mouth and puddles right up to his cheekbones. “Where did you even learn this?”

And for perhaps the first time ever in his life, your best friend doesn’t answer you immediately. 

He doesn’t do anything but let the bed sing out splintering creaks! when he increases the speed of his motions - until you’re rendered spellbound. 

You’re tugging more forcefully on one of his knotted spacebuns and he gives you the sweetest full-bodied whine. 

“I i-imagined it.” Comes the shy answer, and a long few inches of two of Choso’s ringed fingers pumping your goopy cavern doubly full. He makes your tummy lurch just by gliding over your pretty g-spot, whispering. “With…you. With you all the time.”

And you don’t know whether it’s that little confession, you don’t know whether it’s the sudden press off of his doughy fingerpads into the sweltering hot bullseye of your g-spot - but something about it makes you cum.

All of a sudden.

“Choso-” Your breath hitches, pushing him ever-deeper between your legs. Spine electrifying with something white-hot, seeing fucking stars. He was right - you were missing out. “Choso.”

And if you were surprised, then Choso was enchanted. 

Hips coming down hard to hump against the puffy sheets on the bed - feral. Through the crack in your woozy eyes, you sneak glimpses at the way his dark eyes twinkle, tips of his ears blazing red.

So pretty. The sight was enough to make your hips twitch with more and more sparks of euphoria - yeah, you were really missing out before this.

Long tongue slithering out to gyrate over and over fucking you through your high, your skin beads with blissed-out sweat with every peak he’s trawling out. Brows furrowed, Choso just couldn’t decide between licking his lips for the voluminous ounces of slick clinging onto his skin or fucking his wet muscle back into your wet mess again and again and-

“Fuh-fuck—” You’re hearing from above you, still so numb from your orgasm that it takes you a long few seconds to even realize that Choso had pulled away from his favorite spot making out with your pussy. And was now hovering over you with his red, furious cock clasped in one fist-

Your mouth lacquers with a fresh wave of greedy spit, dryly. “Cho?”

“Fuck fuck fuck m’sorry m’cumming–” He’s spitting hotly, fingers flying furious down the tender edges of his girth. Hunching over until his washboard abs were rippling almost painfully, every inch of skin burned an aroused red. “I can’t stop- I can’t stop, baby—!”

“Give it t’me.” You’re managing out, giggling at the strained whine it makes Choso spill out into the air. “Give it all to me, baby.”

His hulking body jolts like he’s been shocked with a million bolts of lightning at the mere sound of your voice. Gasping, “Don’t- don’t call me that or m’gonna-” 

But it’s too late. 

He’s not even given the mercy of finishing his sentence before Choso’s frosting your open entrance with such thick globs of cum. Ribbon after ribbon that sprays over your drooling slit in such a viciously syrupy sheen. 

“Look- look what you’ve done.” He babbles away, slurring over the very curve of his mushroomed tip down your pussy - and it makes such a mess that Choso just can’t help but imagine how much messier it would be if he plugged you full of his seed from your deepest innards. Coral pink mouth slacking into an oh! at the puddles oozing below you. “Fuck- cumming jus’ from eatin’ ya out- ngh- o-only you, my baby.”

Sloppy.

But what was even sloppier was the way that it takes only two seconds for Choso to sift down till he was back lips-to-lips with your ballooned pussymound. Smiling. Giggling to himself. 

You can only watch in awe when he takes a looong lick up your overstimulated slit, purposefully showing off the creamy layers upon layers all over his tongue. So much of it that you can barely see any usual bubblegum pink-

“C-can we kiss, baby–?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Big, big O

“Hm? Have I got ya babbling like a cockdrunk lil’ slut already or what, ma?” Sukuna’s entrapping your cheeks between two fat fingers in an embarrassing little pout. The curled edges of his nails poking your heated skin, and he looks into your heart-eyes deeply. “Because I swear I heard ya say no one else has ever made ya cum.”

“I-it’s true–” you’re stuttering out, barely louder than the sappy squelches ringing from below. Your hips were rutting almost mindlessly into his and he found that so cute. 

Well, if he wasn’t fucking irritated right now, that is.

Not at you - no, never at you even though he’ll never ever admit that. More so at those pesky lil’ losers before him that didn’t know how to work your pretty pussy properly.

So instead the king of curses slouches back on his decadent throne room, and if someone was to walk into his court - let them. 

He’s leaving a stinging little swat! right at where your pussylips were spewing out the most ribbons of sloppy slick. Tugging your plump folds apart to give a thorough few slides of his dually aching cocks, “Stupid girl. I’ll be fucking damned if I never make my human cum.”

“Wh-wha-” Your eyes are snapping open with a gasp, immediately darting down to where Sukuna’s lengths stood hot and throbbing. He was certainly staggeringly bigger than anyone else you’ve had before…both of him. 

“Nuh uh- are you second-guessing your king, girl-” Pointed, you’re rewarded with numerous spanks upon spanks that leave your perked clit stinging. His globular tip cleaning off the geysers of slick leaking out of you, “Now spread those legs n’ take it.”

Hands clawing precariously onto the mountain of his broad shoulders when Sukuna’s meaty thighs start bouncing to inch you down-

Fuck, you can’t help but lean all back and- god, it felt like you were being split apart. Two plummy crownheads mazing past your snug entrance, Sukuna was bullying up into every single sensitive orifice inside you without even trying. 

“Gonna do more than make you c-cum, brat- just you fuckin’ wait. ” He’s spitting out into your drunkenly open maw, face twisted into a feral growl. “Just watch, ohhh just you watch.”

So hot inside of you, every wiry string of precum leftover in your gummy walls after each papping ride was scorching - and the only thing hotter was that fat, glutinous brush of something wet. Squelching. 

Sukuna’s cushy pecs rumble instantaneously with a thunderous groan, “Mmm tastes as sweet as sh-she looks.”

“Wh-what is–” And you don’t know where to look - Sukuna’s handsome face, where he looked so very fucked, or down where his second monstrous mouth was making out with your overstuffed pussy. 

He’s inching back even further on his throne to let the large glistening tongue - almost the size of your face - loll out. Drawing deft little circles on your teary slit, honing down right on the button of your clit. Tasting you. Savoring you. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh?” Rolling his crimson eyes, “That all you can say? Maybe I really have fucked ya stupid.”

“N-no, I–” But you were - ah, you were. 

All it takes is for Sukuna to lurch off of the sticky cushion of the throne with a creaking schwaf! Sultry hipbones smacking into the backs of your thighs, up n’ down. He’s hitting the very back of your dewy cervix with a resounding thud! drawing long, long lines with the sprinkling ends of his cocks. 

God- pounding into places you never even knew existed before. Rubbing his puffed-up veins against the grazing area of your tender g-spot. Sukuna was having the time of his life making you break-

“H-heh, yeah right— S’that why you’re all drooling f’me, ma?” A plump palm comes down on your spit-flooded mouth to lather itself in a filthy glaze of saliva, all trickling n’ spilling down the sides of Sukuna’s wrist. “As if the king wouldn’t be able to make this pretty pussy cum- a-as if m’like those useless bastards.”

Speaking more to himself than you at this point. He’s muttering underneath his breath, light coral bows pinching together and concentrating. 

Concentrating on striking your bulging magical spots with each second of his ruthless staccato - he wasn’t letting up just because it was your first time about to orgasm from someone else. He wasn’t going to go easy on you- no, you only find yourself growing ever-spellbound with each slip n’ slide of his matchingly rock-hard shafts.

Plap! The curved edge of his tongue swirls around your clit, and you all but sob. “F-faster, Kuna—”

Kuna, huh? He’s finding his brows quirking up - and if there was a faint pinkish blush breezing across his cheeks, well, then he was just glad the increasing pace of his hips is enough to drive you crazy ‘nough not to notice. Growling, “Greedy greedy.”

With two hands latched onto your hips, and another on the crown of your head to push you rudely into each one of his incoming thrusts, you’re being fucked like he had a point to prove. 

“H-harder—” Your arms wrap in a wobbly semi-circle looped around his thick neck - and if there was anything that could get you even wetter right now, then it was a firsthand eyeful of your size difference. 

“As you wish, ma’am–” Gazing down at his slobbery second tongue below, “Jus’ that way- make her scream.”

Scream you did. 

Because Sukuna was monstrous, in both size and the rugged circular brandings he was leaving on your cervix. And the drag of his scratchy tastebuds down your pulsing clit- Oh, you could feel your thighs starting to shake already.

“S’gonna be a big one–” He’s tittering from above, something dangerous glinting in both sets of his cursed eyes. Peering in even closer - until you could count each heady pant of his - something catches Sukuna’s eyes and his breath hitches. “Oho? A reeeeal big one.”

And when he meant big - he meant big. 

Because in only a few merciless hits, you’re not just cumming - you’re squirting. In thick, generous heavals of sloshing slick that drip down the sides of his sculptured front. It glazes all the way down to puddle at his throne, it makes such a slobbering mess that you can’t rip your ogling eyes away from it. 

Gasping for air, head lolling from side to side at the sheer intensity. The buzzing electricity that sprints down your spine goes on for ages. 

“What’d I tell ya? Love when you’re filthy, ma.” Sukuna gives your quivering cunt another spank of good job with the flattened base of his velveteen tongue. 

Shit, how his second mouth was enjoying every peak of your orgasm.

Lapping out graciously to catch every fountaining squirt, the entirety of his pinkish muscle coats with a lather of pure gloss. He was drinking you in like he was addicted.

He is.

And you thought that might be it, you didn’t think with all your cottony mind that he would continue edging his tongue to slip right past your mushy hole. Smearing your entrance widely agape until your vision was flashing blissful white, “Do that f’me on my hah- tongue again, ma, n’ I’ll breed ya until you can’t remember your name.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “She jus’ came.”

And that’s what makes you finally pry your gluey eyelids apart, batting tearily up at the filthy, filthy image of Gojo still plastered to your phone. 

Pert, bubblegum tongue peeking out when he plugs his puffy pink head between your bawling folds and lets out a drawling sigh— “Fuck- y-you get me so hard, sweetheart.”

It’s almost as if he’s forgotten the yelling from your ex on the other end of the phone already. Forgotten everything but how warm n’ soft you were - you always did have that effect on him. 

And it’s with leisurely, drunken motions that the strongest takes a looong few seconds to swab the doughy edges of his pale thumb over your slit. Up n’ down. Making you throb in a rapid ba-dump–! as soon as he smears the scorching hot ounces of sappy slick escaping from you. 

Before darting them into his parched mouth with an exaggerated slurp! 

There’s another tinny crackle from the call that makes Gojo’s pretty features twist in dark delight-

“T-Toru…” You’re squirming your hips impatiently, giving his pre-glossed, oozing tip treacly peck after peck. You might’ve just cum, but with Gojo your body always wanted more. “‘Nough teasing.”

“Ohhh? What’s that? This c-cute cunt wants me that bad, huh?” He’s snickering out into the speaker, a cute lil’ dimple embedding itself onto the edge of his smirk. “Bet you never had her begging for you like that, huh? Not when you’ve never even made her cum.”

Shit, as if to prove his point, he’s leaving a few generous heaps of sappy precum on your bloated folds. 

Streaming out layer after layer that makes Gojo slide in even deeper. That makes him swipe down a few fingers across where you were most puckered and forcing out a saturated squelch. “Heh, that’s the sound of ‘er agreeing with me.”

Gasping, you’re swatting at the bulging curve of Gojo’s bicep - something that only makes his mushroomed tip even more achingly hard. 

“Ah ah- hold on, buddy.” Before you know it, you’re feeling the sultry pap! pap! pap! of Gojo’s rounded thumb circling your overwhelmed clit. Sensitive. Buzzing with a few stray dredges of cursed energy, “M’about to do something your loser ass had never even hah- heard of.”

You were so pretty like this - his gorgeous girl. And you only ever deserved the best. So what if he made a show for that bastard ex of yours that just wouldn’t stop blasting your phone with calls?

He was going to make you his star.

“Prettyyyy fuckin’ pussy.” Gojo’s whispering - low, hoarse. Almost to himself when he slips apart your adhesive-like lips to steal a solid eyeful of your perked hood. “You’re missing out real bad, y’know?” 

He really, really can’t help the few vibrating sparks bleeding through his thickened digits. Pressing down hard on that buttony tip of your clit, twisting n’ turning in all the right lazy circles, over and over. Just a single ounce of Gojo’s touch is enough to make your tummy lurch heedlessly, to make your thighs shake when he rovers ravenously to your nub-

And pinches. 

“Sh-shit.” You’re gurgling out, head bent stupidly backwards into the velvety pillowcase. Hands clawing red all over the supple mountains of his deltoids. And you swear you can count each and every flex- “Toru- Toru, I’m–”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before Gojo’s narrating it all. 

Cerulean eyes glazed over with something…feral, coral pink lips loosening into a stark oh! Ones that Gojo himself has to lick over before he can even begin to rasp, “O-oh? Look at thaaat-”

Your maw slackens with free rivers of saliva that Gojo leans in and licks clean off. Giggling - giggling - once your gooey walls clench around the rock-hard crown of his cock, snug with that fat circumference. “Made her c-cum with jus’ my ngh- tip in her. She had to ngh- fake that all the time with you, didn’t she?”

He was in awe.

You wonder whether he’s even breathing at this point. Thinking.

But it was like Gojo had lost all control of his body - moving yards and yards in front of his melty mind. Because as soon as you can manage to jerk your head off of the perspiration-drenched pillow, he’s moving. Washboard abs tensing deliciously. Rutting. 

All hot, plump inches of Gojo’s shaft rub your every tender orifice through and through. He’s pushing and pushing past your weepy pussylips like he never ever wanted to stop. Couldn’t stop.

“Fuck yeah–” You’re startling at the sudden syllables wrenching out of Gojo’s bobbing Adam’s apple, a slow line of sweat starting to trickle down his throat. But he simply flashes you one more sleazy grin, and two more pinches. “Show me wh-where I am, sweetheart- can you do that for Toru?”

“Y-yeah.” You’re whining, and somewhere in the distance sounds a gasp. The unsteady ends of your fingers curve all the way to about halfway up your tummy, pressuring a nudge at the cylindrical globe of Gojo’s crownhead mazing through you. Only halfway still. “Here, all the way u-up in my ngh- womb.

“Good girl–” He’s holding your mushy folds tighter together in a squeeze, so that his veiny cock was smearing even cozier - even louder. Squelch after squelch. Voice hardening, “Hear that? Fuck- fucking lucky you didn’t video call.” Slurring with every rugged thrust, it’s so hot inside you that he feels like he’s melting. Head lolling ever-so-slightly, “M’about to hit her cute g-spot now, but you wouldn’t know h-heh anything about that, right?”

If there was a response then you didn’t hear it. You can’t, because your ears are popping the very next second. Blurry vision tinging with black no matter how much you fluttered your heavy lids-

You think you’re cumming again. Once more. Twice more - so many years and years of missed orgasms crashing into you all at once until all you can do is latch onto Gojo’s muscled back and whine. 

And he loved every second. Meaty thighs massaging against yours, your boyfriend pounds you through every peak. Harshly. 

Tears bursting from the edges of your hazy eyes, head oh-so-cottony with the sheer burning stretch - it takes you a few seconds to realize. 

To realize that he’d finally, finally bottomed out with a stinging plap! of skin-on-skin, brushing a fat glide down that magical spot. And Gojo finds himself shivering, he finds himself hunching over.

SLAM!

Your veins boil greedily at the way you get even wetter once he reaches up to strikes a powerful hand down on his mahogany headboard and splits it in half. Easily. Tensing abs rubbing down your front, “That sound? The s-sound of me about to make her my wife n’ fuck her full of my ngh- kids, asshat.”

Then suddenly your ears resound with that familiar ending tone. And it was just you two.

Eyes darting syrupily upwards, “G-glad he’s never going to c-” 

Oh. 

You were fucked. 

Because Gojo’s eyes were blown wide - crazed. Smiling, and you think he’s never looked more like he was about to rack up a kill list higher than could be counted. 

Stray bolts of lightning curl at the ends of his snowy lashes, flickering when Gojo leans down to give the tummy bulge he was fucking into you a slow kiss. 

Lips grazing over his outlined puff, your heated skin gets hit with the splat! of something…wet. And it’s only then that you realize that you just made Gojo Satoru so pussydrunken that he was drooling. 

“Jus’ you n’ me now, girl.” His chuckles make your most sensitive spots vibrate, and Gojo bucks into you mindlessly. Half-way through, like he couldn’t even bear the thought of pulling out. Could never. “Jus’ say the word n’ you can use the hah- s-strongest like a fuh-fucktoy.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - EMERGENCY, DR.~

“Hm, labia majora and minora are supple and soft.”

“Dr. Higu-” You barely even have the time to catch your breath before you can catch the tail end of your sentence. Voice breaking off into a lecherous whimper the moment the stern man hovering above you swipes a thick thumb over your throbbing clit. 

Humming at the glossy rivulet of slick that seeps from between your puffed-up lips, it slathers a thick coating down his digits. “Good lubrication, clitoris is reactive, too. Spread yourself nice and open f’me?”

Before you even have the time to blink, Higuruma’s leaning back mere inches to take a looong, solid look at your splayed-out legs. You’re arching off of the cool examination table like such a slut-

“And above all–” He’s drawling away, and you swear you catch his lips quirk up into a sultry smirk. Dark brows arching, his strawberry pink tongue nips out at the heavenly sight of you. “-she’s pretty.”

This inspection was both such torture and heaven for you. 

You’re whining, fists balling up mindlessly in his cottony medical coat - you can’t think. You can’t even say anything other than a few clouded pants of, “I- I need it- I just want to cum, but no one else has ever…”

“Ohhh, s’that so, sugar?” Your bottom lip wobbles like heedless jelly as soon as he caresses the side of your cheek. So close now that your tits heave against his rock-hard pecs, he’s boring into your yes so deeply. Pretty. “Then let Dr. Hiromi here help you.”

It took only mere minutes for Higuruma to have your face bullied down into the chilling plane of the table, a puddle of drool already ever-growing when he swabs his tip sensually down your slit. 

“Easy there, easy there- spread your legs f’me.” Just about all you can do to listen to listen to his every word, your capped knees smear until Higuruma was getting a sinful eyeful of your glistening cunt. Already aching and so, so wet. “Atta girl- so needy…so, so needy.”

You’re flinching - full-bodied and gasping - the second he strikes your slick-flooding entrance with three exact wads of messy spit. Rolling the wadded mess over your bloated clit, “Pubovaginalis is tight- reeeeal tight, heh. Wonder if I’d even fit, angel–?”

Veering your head back to catch sight of his painfully hard cock, your eyes travel down his veiny length - the way it seems never-endless. Massive. 

And suddenly you can’t help but let your mouth water at the way you want him inside you oh-so-badly. 

“Oh?” Higuruma’s deep bass sends shivers running down your spine, and you can’t believe how you’re so positively soaked and he hasn’t even put it in yet. “Lubrication increased significantly- s’this turn you on, sugar?”

“Yes- yes.” You can’t even lie- fuck, you can’t even stop yourself from pushing your hips back in repeated ruts that graze Higuruma’s slender, expert fingers against where your core was the hottest. 

Needy.

Cooing down at you, “Awww, s’alright—” The very sounds sends your heart racing, and your thighs shivering once he measures out a looong few inches from the very base of your treacly entrance to about halfway down your tummy. “S’gonna fit- m’gonna make it.”

Your jaw loosens as if you were stunned, “W-were you measuring out just how deep you’d be inside me- ”

“Of course, angel.” Dark tone much too smooth for the way that Higuruma was swashing aside his formal white coat to make room. “The muscularis will feel better ah- raw…” You needed him. To barely crown your drooling hole with the very rotund fringe of his fat tip, pushing. “Count now. Count every inch m’inside you.”

And a sudden dab into a bundle of nerves in your weepy orifice told you that he was serious. “C’mon- with me now. Oooone–‘

Your voice shaking as you whimper, “O-one…two.”

“Good girl.” Comes the response, and of course Higuruma was a good doctor. Of course he was rewarding you with a pinch to the hood of your nub, “Keep counting. Three–”

Drawing little patterns of his name right where you were most sensitive, he was poking his swollen veins saccharinely into every nook and cranny inside of you. Scouring. 

It just makes you melt. 

“Four- six?” The disbelief just kept piling on, and with a low moan into the hard surface of the table you’re bucking. Eager to find out for yourself just how many inches he was hiding away, grinding the plump of your clit over into his palm - all slathered in an oozing layer of slick now. “Sev- eight…eight!”

You swear you hear Higuruma snickering, “Close, but…” Right before he sucks in a sharply condensed breath and ruts- “-it’s nine.”

Bottoming out - finally. Until your spongy cervix recoils back with the sticky French snog of his readily puckered head, until your clit stings with the impact of his buxom balls thwacking!

And when Higuruma strikes, he hits. Dead-on into the bulging target of your g-spot, he’s laying on long n’ girthy inches that take up every square centimeter of space inside your snug pussy. Stretching out your glutinous walls to his exact shape until you almost feel like sobbing- “Hiromi–”

“Rhythmic muscularis contraction, body heart, heart rate increase- There we go, thereeee we f-fuckin’ go-” 

Did you just make Higuruma Hiromi stutter? You don’t know what you’re reeling from more - that, or the fact that you didn’t know who was cumming first. You feel him shiver above you, “You’re cumming, angel– congratulations.”

Were you? Fuck- you were, riding your hips back into his swollen inches to drag out the burning stars bursting behind your heavy lids. 

And Higuruma was just collapsing right down with you, his muscular body pinning you helplessly. Washboards abs practically melding into you and making your orgasm only increase with intensity.

Your mouth wrenches open with breathless whimpers upon whimpers and drivel, ones that Higuruma plugs up easily with just a few fingers over your maw. Tutting, “Hydration is important, sugar- though, you’re already like fuckin’ waterpark d-down hah- there.”

Not just with your own sugary juices - but Higuruma had cum, too. 

Sloshing around a warm river of cum that knocks on your womb, it was so thick frosting your hole and way down into your thighs below. Streaming out until you felt like you were bawling from below, feeling the weight of his seed stick to your walls all filthily.

But Higuruma doesn’t mind the mess - he fucking loves it. Loves how it paints glistening rings on his bulky base, loves the way your cunt twitches once he scoops the escaping ribbons back in with two fingers. “Now for a full body check-up, sugar.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

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1) no male!reader

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ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪᴄᴋ!

18+

synopsis: For as long as you’ve dated Toji Fushiguro, you’ve come to realize how much of a massive perv he is…

tags:perv!toji fushiguro x fem!shy!reader,smut, fingering, slightly tit/nipple play, squirting, groping, slight dub con but like not really idk

a/n:mmmmm tojiiii🤤🤤also! my requests are open! So start sending them in! If I find them interesting I’ll do it!!

You were peacefully lying in bed watching something on the TV. You were all comfy, finished showering about an hour ago, smelling like your signature scent. You were allllll snuggled up…until the other side of the bed started to dip and lean over. A mass creating a strong sigh. “hey princess.” Toji. His hand snakes over your hips, his curling perfectly into you hip bone. “All comfy?”

You love him you do! But Toji is always on a different level compared to other stereotypical boyfriends. His hand never remained at his sides. Ass,tits,hips anything, nothing is safe. He did it front of his friends, his family, your family. If you were there, bet your ass his hand was somewhere where it shouldn’t. Giving it a good squish or squeeze.

You’ve tried to keep him in control. Wearing more layered clothes and less revealing clothes, stopped bending over in front of him. The works basically but nothing would work. I guess you took it as a plus. He thinks everything you do no matter what state you’re in, is extremely sexy and hot to him.

Your underwear would even go missing for days or shirts you’ve worked out in would disappear from the dirty clothes basket. And or, they reappear all sticky or crusty. You knew who the culprit was, not like he cared enough to even care.

“Yes Toji, let’s keep it that way.” You grumbled the last part. His hips shifted against your ass, his big hands—almost the size of your head slowly slide down to your waistband of your shorts. His fingers lightly treading against your cunt. You whimpered as you gripped his wrist. The movie went on without you both. “Toji…please..”

His other hand glided towards your breast. Cupping below the hilt. His fingers lightly grazing your nipple. Your mouth began to dry up, and whimpers being clogged up into your throat. “What? Can’t love my girl anymore?”

“N-no, Toji you’re g-mhm! groping me!” You whined out. His fingers near your pussy dipped even lower beyond your shorts, his finger tips tickling your clit. You yelped out and threw your head back against his shoulder. His grin was wide, the scar on his lip curving with it. “There’s my sweet girl, yea?” You let out a grunt as your legs uncontrollably curled outward.

His hands cupping your tits flicked your left nipple, causing even more overstimulation. Your body jolted and squirmed as his fingers mingled with your clit his middle finger sssliidddinngg down to the entrance of your pussy. “ngh!Toji please!”

“Please what? I don’t get it?” Toji mocks your lonely plea.

“I want you to—fuck! I want you to finger me!” You yelped out loud. Toji chuckled deeply, you feel the baritone and the vibration in his chest. His finger snaked into your entrance. Slowly swirling around your gummy and sticky walls. You kissed his neck as you moaned into his mouth. The scar on his lips grazed yours as your hands traced his abs. “You’re such a perv you know that right?” You told him. Toji’s hand on your tits grasped your tit harsh. “Me? You’re the one screaming and crying on my fingers. You know how you get when you hop on this dick—”

You slapped his chest teasingly but, making your boyfriend speed up his finger menstruations. Your moans became harsher and longer. Your head thrown back even further in his shoulder. “I-I oh fuck! Gonna cum! G-gonna cum?!” You screamed out. Your body was warmer than ever, tears threatening to roll down your face. “You wanna cum baby? After calling me a perv? I think you owe me something, hm?”

With your orgasm creeping close within your body, your tummy churning in the right possible places. You sallowed your pride and—

“I’m—ugh! Sorry!!” You screamed

Toji’s hands moved faster as you cried out and gripped his biceps. Clear liquid squirted out your hole with your mouth let out the most intense breath and screams. “Good girl, that’s it.” Toji coos at you. After the waves of your orgasm stopped crashing into your soul, his fingers slid out of you. You laid against his shoulder, legs slightly twitching. “You ass. I just showered…fuck…”

“You’ll live princess.” Toji says as he sucks on his squirt and cream covered hand.

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The Man I Married Wasn't Actually a Man at All!

my entry for @seventasia pretty girl avenue event! managed to finish this on the last day of pride month so happy pride month! i wanted to post this asap so i didn't proof read so my bad!

14.7k words

cw: depictions of violence and death, lesbian sex, 69, fingering, oral, squirting, lots of plot with a taste of porn

Chirping locusts echo through your open window, the faint smell of tobacco smoke from your kiseru whisked away by the summer breeze. It's almost morning, yet sleep continues to evade you, the soft light of sunrise barely peeking over the horizon.

It had been a long night. A whirlwind of high profile clients and feigned excitement over their return to the pleasure house your ex husband, Jinichi, had dumped you in. Left to rot in the company of depravity when offered the right price as if you were nothing more than cattle.

Your first month here, you'd barely pulled your weight; locking yourself in your chambers, refusing food and clients all the same. You were wasting away with the realization that you had been abandoned, after a year of marriage no less. Nights were spent recounting the months you had spent together, filing through every detail and trying to pinpoint exactly where it had all gone wrong. You found solace in your bitterness, in the fact that these were just the unlucky cards you had been dealt; that you had married a man who's only goal in marriage was financial gain.

The early mornings were the hardest, especially when your wandering mind kept you from sleep as it did more often than not. You imagined killing him frequently— slicing his head from his neck and watching the light fade from his eyes, blood pooling around him. You as his executioner.

Lying in your misery and daydreaming wouldn't bear any fruit, you'd have to pull yourself up and be smart if you ever wanted to leave this place. To exact your revenge. The only path to your self proclaimed destiny was to become the most sought after, highest paid courtesan. Make a name for yourself, putting all your girlish ideals of purity behind you. Elbow deep in the dirty work of seduction.

And highly sought after you had become; not because you were particularly mind blowing when laid flat on your back, but because of other, equally important elements—your innate beauty, the seductive lilt of your voice, and your ability to command not only a conversation, but an entire room. Inflating the egos of clan heads and high ranking military officials was easy, whispering exactly what they wanted to hear with your lips skimming over the shell of their ear. Indulging their fantasies of being the strongest, smartest man of them all. Talking them out of their money with promises to see you more often, making good on that by making a large down payment to reserve your time.

They find pleasure in picking you apart, trying to pry all the things you hold near and dear out from inside you only to find themselves wrapped in the mystery that you've manufactured as they seat themselves inside your flesh. Multiple clients unearth themselves beneath your robes, rolling in the expensive quilts their generous depravity had paid for while you go through the motions of feigning pleasure. All the while repeating your plans for revenge, as if you could wake up one day and forget them.

Buyout your own contract. Track down Jinichi Zenin. And kill him. Slowly, brutally.

The hard part was keeping enough of your earnings to buyout said contract. Most of the large sum these men were paying went to your room and board; expensive and intricate kimonos, hair ornaments and makeup; expensive meals to maintain your figure and anything else the Madame had decided to tack on. Your more malleable clients left coin pouches filled with a few pieces of shiny gold that you'd tuck under a false bottom in your unused sewing kit. It wasn't much, but you'd hold onto your desire for retribution for 10— no, 20 years if you had to. Flattering and fucking your way there for as long as circumstances necessitated.

That's how you find yourself 5 years into your debt, finding pleasure only in the taste of tobacco and the quiet birdsong outside your window. Your head turns at the soft sound of the wooden frame of the screen being slid open, a client call early in the morning was unusual and highly unwanted—the quiet mornings being the only time you had for yourself.

A tall man stands in the doorframe, unruly inky hair almost to the point of impeding his eye sight. Gazing upon it made your stomach turn. He stands beside the Madame, only looking up as she addresses you by name. The unusual green of his eyes sticks out immediately, your own traveling to the faint scar on his lip that only seems to add to his beauty. He's masculine in a feminine sort of way, but leagues ahead of your regular clients in regards to looks. You quirk an inquisitive brow at the Madame, tapping the metal bowl of your kiseru against your wooden tray to dispose of the ash.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of being disturbed so early in the morning?" You recline back into the wall behind you, your kimono sliding off your shoulder slightly. His eyes track the movement of the fabric, studying your every move intently.

"Don't be so rude to such an esteemed patron." She waves her fan about to express her displeasure. "Mr. Zenin here-"

Your heart stops for a moment. You'd know that last name anywhere, because for a short while it had been your last name too.

"It's Fushiguro." His cut in is curt, voice a bit high for a man. You study him right back, eyes scrutinizing his commoners robes; a deep blue yukata and dark dyed hakama hung sloppily over his figure accompanied by worn sandals. You bring your forgotten tea to your lips, it's run cold and steeped far too long.

"Mr. Fushiguro here has kindly bought out your contract."

You choke on your tea, sending you into a rather unflattering coughing fit. The scar on his lip elongates as one side lifts into a faint smile. The Madame's own smile is tight, showing too much teeth, unhappy with losing the prospect of more money than she was paid for you.

"How kind of him." Your jaw is set tight, words coming out strained and ungraceful.

This man was a stain on your plans. Who did he think he was, buying out the contract of a woman he'd never met? How could such an unkempt man even afford the price of your company for one night, much less the rest of your life? How could you resign yourself to be nothing but property, yet again?

His eyes are unfeeling, that sly upturn of his mouth gone now as he lifts his head to look down at you. As if you were beneath him. It was irritating beyond belief, to have a man look at you with such contempt. And now you belonged to him.

"Pack your things and pack light. We leave in ten." He turns on his heel, giving you one last look of indifference over his shoulder before going on his merry way. You say nothing, sitting for a moment to collect your thoughts, gazing around your small room and realizing just how many things you've collected. All the ornamental hairpins and silk kimonos. Little trinkets given to you by customers determined to win your heart by any other means than buying out your contract.

"You don't seem too keen to leave this place." The Madame plops a yanagigori down next to you before settling onto her knees. "Most of the girls here would kill to be in your position."

She takes your most ornate kimono out of its box, you gaze longingly at the deep green silk patterned with white chrysanthemums and wonder if spending out the rest of your life here would truly be so awful.

"Well maybe it should've been one of their contracts that was bought out instead." You snap, standing to collect a few of your favorite hair pins and settling them next to the stack of kimonos shes collected. You know you're being ungrateful, that most of the women here truly would love nothing more than to be whisked away into a life of child rearing and homemaking. The thought makes you sick.

"Oh, hush, stupid girl. You've been here long enough. Go live out your happy little life and forget about the bastard who abandoned you here." Her words make you freeze, almost dropping your cosmetics on the tatami mat below.

"I'm offended you think I still-"

"You don't get abandoned by someone you love in a place like this and just let it roll off your back. Not a girl like you, anyway." She gazes at you through her peripheral, continuing to load your items into the wicker trunk without so much as turning her head toward you. "I, too, remember what it was like to be young and in love, with dreams for the future."

"Love is but a child's dream." You huff, kneeling beside her to help pack. "Men are covetous and I would die before putting my trust in one again."

"While you may have abandoned trust, never let them take away your ability to dream. That is the last bit of wisdom I will impart on you." She closes the lid of the yanagigori, wrinkled hands coming up to squeeze your shoulders before standing and making her way to the shoji screen.

"Madame?" You look down at your hands folded in your lap, trying to focus on the red paint to distract from your bashfulness. She hums a quiet response your way, the same hand that had given you that comforting squeeze resting on the door way, body half turned. You lift your head to take one last look at her; her graying hair and crows feet, still beautiful even as an old woman.

"You may give my remaining cosmetics and kimonos to the other courtesans, but leave the hairpins and trinkets for the kamuro." You smile, genuinely. The feeling is foreign and awkward. "Let the young girls keep their dreams."

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 Fushiguro doesn't talk the whole half day's ride to his humble abode. And neither do you. The only sound is the beating of hooves under you and the infrequent tinkling from inside your trunk. The horse underneath you is gorgeous, definitely one that would fetch a high price if you ever needed to make a quick escape. You stare at his back, shoulder blades the only identifiable part of his figure underneath robes that swallow him whole.

The sun has almost set on the horizon as you approach a grassy path that leads to a small home in a densely wooded area. It's just a bit larger than the shack you had grown up in, though, much nicer with it's shoji screens and the engawa wrapped around it. He hops off his horse, taking the bridle of both his horse and the one you're sat atop of and leading them to a makeshift stable and securing them.

Slender fingers, looking much like your own, rest on your hips to help you down. The implication that you couldn't have dismounted on your own has irritation licking its way over your already fried nerves and in a small act of defiance you grab your trunk and trudge your way to the door.

He gives you a sidelong glance as he holds the door open, motioning you inside with the same hands that had just rested on your waist. You begrudgingly oblige, huffing and puffing your way through the threshold. The main room is much nicer than you'd imagined, the tatami mats are well kept with a low table sitting in the middle— a decorated tea set sitting close to the edge. There's two screens on opposite ends of the main room, the paper on them bright and new as if they'd just been adhered. You'd half expected a desolate shack made of worn down wood with a leaky thatched roof, the surprise grandeur was welcome.

"Am I allowed to know the first name of my benefactor, or am I overstepping my bounds Mr. Fushiguro?" Your tone is sharp, setting down the overbearing weight of your trunk to give your arms some relief. When was the last time you'd lifted something heavier than your kiseru?

"Toji." He looks at you in that suspicious sort of way that makes you wonder if he's lying, "And I would like for you to address me as your husband from now on." A demand.

"Whatever you wish, husband." It's wrapped in a sneer. He ignores it.

"You may sleep, eat and do as you please, whenever or wherever it suits you. If you don't want to share a bed, I won't force you. If you wish to live in silence, I will not utter a word your way."

You turn away from him without a word, dragging your trunk by the handle toward the room closest to you. You make it about half way before leather separates from wicker with a snap, sending you flying and landing on your rear. A muffled chuckle comes from beside you before a calloused hand wraps around your arm, yanking you to your feet. You glare at him as if he had pushed you down himself, watching too closely as he lifts your trunk with one hand and pushes past you into the room of your own choosing.

The room is plain save for the lone futon sprawled out on the floor, a dark blue quilt folded neatly at the end. You missed your fine quilts and curse yourself for bringing lavish kimonos instead. You sink to your knees, loosing out a breath to quiet your nerves as the screen shuts quietly beside you. Defeat begins to gnaw at you, the realization that all of your hard work may very well have been for nothing and a life of quiet, unpaid servitude would be the only path available to you was… jarring to say the least.

The room felt too small, your clothes too tight and your skin grimy and caked with dirt and horse hair. You needed a long bath where you could scrub away all your hopes and dreams for the future yet again and maybe a good meal to make yourself feel better about it. And a cup of sake. Or ten.

Your fingers fiddle with your obi, loosening the tie and allowing yourself some room to take a full breath. The room is too hot, a bead of sweat sliding from your hairline down the back of your neck as the walls seem to creep closer and closer. Your kimono is thrown haphazardly behind you, your undergarments sticking to you like second skin. You stand on shaky legs, stumbling to the shoji leading outside and sliding it open to bask in fresh air. Your clammy forehead rests against the grid-like wood, palm flat against your exposed diaphragm as you try to regulate each inhale and exhale.

The stables are in view from your bedroom, Toji's there and you watch as he cares for the horses. His long sleeves are tied up, slender forearms corded with muscle, bulging with every careful brush over your horses coat. You weren't much different than the animal before you, something bought and made to be maintained. The setting sun casts an orange hue over his features, a glow that only enhances his infuriating beauty. His head turns, forearm coming up to wipe away sweat. Your face warms, being caught staring and all. His eyes rake down your body, summer wind rustling both of your heads of hair.

You square your shoulders, clearing your throat, "A bath. I'd like to take one."

He sets the brush down, wiping his hands over the front of his robes. He takes a few steps toward you and you take one back in turn. A smile elongates that marred corner of his mouth, body coming to a halt. He points toward a path that feeds between the trees.

"There's a hot spring at the end of the trail, I'll get in when you're finished."

You nod, stepping out onto the engawa and sliding your sandals back on. The grass flattens under your feet, strides hurried as you pass Toji who has gone back to grooming the horses and pretending he isn't eyeing your exposed skin.

The hot spring isn't too far into the trees, the rising of steam shrouded by cypress and cedar. Regardless of the illusion of cover, you check your surroundings for creeping little eyes in the shadows before removing your undergarments and dipping a toe into the water. Your whole body relaxes as you submerge yourself for what is probably the first time in a very, very long time. Nimble fingers pull your hairpins out, the strands coming to wrap around you like a shawl. You dip fully beneath the surface, scrubbing your face with your hands as you come back up for air.

It's nice out here, even in your displeasure you could admit that. And Toji was quiet, aloof and willing to give you all the space you needed. Perhaps your plans weren't so far fetched now that you'd made it out of the pleasure district. Maybe Toji had given you a head start.

Your fingernails scrub your skin until its red and painful, you manage to stop your abrasive hands despite still feeling unclean. Tomorrow you'd pack up your horse and head into town, disguise yourself as just another local and ask around about that evil man who'd taken advantage of your young, naive heart.

Toji's footsteps are silent as he approaches, his head turned to the side as he shoves a towel your way wordlessly.

"I'm not some virtuous, highborn woman." You scoff, ripping the towel from his hands. "You can look."

The sun has fully set, the twinkling of dusk filtering through the trees, but you can still see that tinge of pink on his ears even through all that shaggy hair. You stand to full height, bared to the world as the cold of night hits your warm skin. Your nipples pebble, goosebumps kissing their way over you, bathed in moonlight.

"I'd rather not." He grumbles, crossing his arm over his chest. You wonder what's hiding beneath those shabby, oversized robes. Wonder if there's some defect or mutation hidden underneath and maybe that's why he isn't too keen on seeing underneath yours.

"Have you never laid with a woman before, husband?" Your voice comes out in a teasing little sing-song. He's stood so close, his back to you as you reach out and use his shoulders as leverage. They're much more petite than you'd imagined but the thick muscle is apparent nonetheless. Your lips brush the shell of his ear as you lean in. He freezes, whole body rigid as his ear turns a darker shade.

"Will your wife have to teach you the pleasures of the flesh?" Your teeth graze the lobe for just a moment before you straighten out, stepping fully into your sandals and sauntering away. You hear him groan behind you and mumble incoherently under his breath. You walk the short way back, a vindictive little smile stuck to your face the whole way.

This was going to be fun.

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 The first week was noiseless. Uneventful except for your naked teasing when getting out of the hot spring. You had found a little pocket of joy in tormenting him by "forgetting" your towel each night. He mostly leaves you to your devices, leaving during the day to head into Edo and do god knows what. You derive enjoyment in sitting on the engawa and taking long drags off your kiseru to which Toji comes home and nags you about the stagnant smell of tobacco sticking to the paper screens and bedding. You remind him he's the one supplying you with said tobacco and watch as he rolls his eyes and excuses himself to prepare dinner.

The second and third weeks follow the same pattern of quiet, greetings in the mornings and even quieter dinners. Silence and soba. You're fond of him, silent as he is. Toji does his utmost to not make eye contact with you when you sit across from him with your nemaki hung open, legs spread in a most unladylike way. You find a sadistic little joy in teasing him, watching him squirm as he bathes in silence and your lewd tendencies. He brought you here and you sit like a caged animal, despite his assurance that you may do as you please. What more is there for you to do here but laze about and enjoy his little show of charity for disrupting your life?

Most nights, he practically sprints back to his chambers once dinner is over. Shutting himself in and extinguishing his lantern. You bark out a laugh, thinking of how fun it'd be to suggest sleeping in the same bed and watch the horror play across those wondrous features. You call out an exaggerated goodnight that gets nothing in way of a response before padding over to your own room. You tuck yourself beneath cool, unfamiliar bedding in an even less familiar room. Sleep had continued to prove difficult, the cicadas chirping so loud you wonder if a few had snuck in. You count the ceiling panels, making note of each groove and divot.

That night, you dream of being dressed in an expensive kimono, your mane pulled up elaborately with hairpins that tinkle with every graceful, assured step. You look at the familiar hallway, the hushed sound of your tabi socks smoothing over the tatami mats as your eyes scan the portrait of your parents at the end of the corridor. You stop in front of a shoji screen, the outline of a large, long haired man visible as light filters through paper. You reach out, fingers gripping the wood gingerly, sliding it open just a hair. The hunched back facing you is one you'd know anywhere, one you'd fantasized about every day for the past 5 years.

Fury ignites every nerve ending, you fly forward without thinking. Your fingers find a blade tucked inside of your sleeve, time moving in slow motion as you pounce. Your ex husbands back is pressed into the tatami below as you straddle his waist. His face is pulled into a look of shock, the star shaped scar in the middle of his forehead creasing at one of the points. He's as big and beautiful as the day you last saw him. A pathetic little part of you aches to melt into him but a larger part feels nothing but disgust. Rage blinds you, metal pierces into skin over and over as sanguine stains your kimono and that of the one below you. There's an animalistic scream coming from somewhere far off, shrieking all the words you'd wanted to say and a sound that can only be described as a quiet gurgling of blood. The screams are from you, the gurgling from him. Everything is painted in red, the walls, the floors. You look up and see your wedding portrait hung on the wall, you look like a stranger. All young and hopeful and painted in your lovers blood. You want to wail and scream some more, destroying everything that reminds you of what was and what could have been.

You look down at the scene before you, ragged puffs of air expelling irregularly into tight lungs. Your fingers grip into his kimono as you watch his dead eyes wander no more. You're still screaming, fists coming down heavily into his chest which only makes blood gush from his wounds all the more. Your face is hot with tears of relief, at the notion you are finally free. Grief for the way your foolish heart had been swayed. Another look at his face and it's morphing. A haze cast over familiar features until you realize it's no longer your ex husbands face staring blankly at you.

It's your own.

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 Your eyes fly open, your shoulders are being shaken and it's making your brain feel like its hitting the walls of your skull. Toji's in front of you, green eyes blown wide as he hollers out your name in a panic.

"You were screaming out in your sleep." You're scanning him and the room around you, mind still foggy from rest. "I thought somebody was murdering you."

The thought was almost funny considering your nightmare had been the opposite but not, all at once. Your eyes travel to his scar, the way it shrinks and grows as his mouth moves, his sharp canines and his wet tongue. A person so similar to your past lover but so different all the same. A long muscled neck is straining with panic and your eyes marvel at the sharp collarbones unhidden by his robes. Your brow quirks, not fully registering that where the flat expanse of chest should be, there are breasts practically spilling out.

Your fingers latch into the fabric, mind moving before reason as you rip his robes from his shoulders.

"You're a woman." It isn't a question. How could it be when two breasts are looking you right in the face? She says nothing, head downcast so her shaggy hair acts as a curtain. That sick little sense of dread that's been eating away at you suddenly dissipates. You have the upper hand here, though the betrayal stings all the same.

She pulls her kimono back over her shoulders, hugging it tightly to her frame. "You weren't supposed to find out."

Her head is turned to the side, the edge of her jaw and the downturn of her lips the only visible part of her face. "Well, now I have. And I have questions, lots of them."

"I just need-"

"No, you have meddled in my life more than enough and I have sat here like a good little pet while you do nothing but leave me in silence. So you will answer me, and you will do it now." You bark, catching her wrist and pulling her toward you. The tug catches her off guard and she falls into you, palms rested on either side of your head, her legs a copy over your hips.

"Tch." Is all the response she gives, fingers drumming on her exposed thigh impatiently. The motion is irritating, as if you were the bother and not her.

"First, I'll make you a promise to keep your little secret." You motion to her chest, which is spilling out yet again. She looks back at you with a roll of her eyes and a clenched jaw. She pulls it shut yet again, crossing her arms over her chest to secure the fabric. "But the full price of my silence is based on how truthful you are. If you lie to me I will not hesitate to go back on my word. I imagine the Madame would be glad to have me lining her pockets once again."

She nods slowly, straightening but still sat atop you.

"What's with all this?" You motion above you, unoccupied arm coming to rest behind your head. "The short hair, the baggy garments, the prostitute bride?"

"There's a man I want to kill and as I imagine you know, it's hard to make your way in this world as a woman." Her eyes reflect a deeper shade of green. "I needed you to solidify me masquerading as a man."

"Why me specifically?" You cock your head to the left, your own fingers tapping gently on your chin. "Or am I just that unlucky?"

She looks you up and down as if assessing you down to the very fragments of your soul. It makes you squirm uncomfortably underneath her.

"He's someone you used to be well acquainted with." Chills run up your spine at her admittance. She's holding you hostage in her vermillion gaze, judging whether or not you can handle the information. "I figured he'd come looking for you when his part of your monthly earnings stopped being sent."

It's your turn to straddle now, flipping her so her back thuds into the embroidered quilt below. You don't care what her reasons are, what little ways he may have wronged her.

"Jinichi Zenin." You hiss, your lips are pulled up over your teeth and the words come out as a curse, like just the name being spoken aloud was burning the tastebuds off your tongue.

She just stares at you and there's a disgusting paranoid little voice in your head that tells you 'she's one of them. kill her. kill them all.'

"I want his head." It's catlike, almost a purr your fingers tickling at the expanse between her breasts in a seductive way you learned so many years ago. She lets you do as you please, regardless of the fact that she could overpower you almost too easily. "I wanna put it in a glass fucking box and keep it so he can watch me live a happy life after I've taken his."

A sly smile plays at her lips, that marred side of her mouth stretched so the battered skin becomes an even brighter white. "I've chosen a very vindictive little bride."

You ignore her. "I'll help in whatever way I can. I just want the bastard gone."

"A month more is all I need. Just pretend with me for another month." It's almost pleading, though you imagine she feels that's a bit beneath her.

"Surely, I can help with more than just that." You huff, crinkle settling between your brow in a way you know the Madame would've swatted you for. She thinks for a moment, eyes rolling to look up at the ceiling panels.

"Can you cook?" Her hands come up and you think she's about to push you off her, but she just rests on her elbows as if to get a better look at you.

"I suppose, but I don't enjoy it." You pout.

"Clean?"

"I don't enjoy that either." You're beginning to become irritated. The wifely, mundane duties of a woman never suited you. "If you have forgotten, I have spent the last few years of my young life laid on my back and being tended to by other women."

The proclamation doesn't make you feel any better, yet it still doesn't fill you with any desire to better yourself in either department. Homemaking reminded you of a life long past. Something you had only had the illusion of and would never have again.

"I can't have my betrothed unhappy, now can I?" She chuckles, the rumbling setting something alight underneath you, pressing your thighs together. "Well, what can you do then?"

You eye her up and down letting your kimono fall lazily down both shoulders, your areolas peaking over the edge of the fabric. You hover over her, eyes half lidded in that way that had your customers emptying out their pockets. "Would you like me to show you, my wife?"

She crinkles her nose at the moniker, but her eyes travel along your collar bones and down that pretty little valley between your breasts. If she was a man, you'd feel her solid underneath you. Something about not truly knowing how she felt was exciting, like learning the art of seduction for the first time again.

"You're a cunning little fox." She muses, her fingers playing at the tie around your waist. "And you'll let me use you like that?"

"It's about time I use my talents for my own gain." You smile as your own hand mirrors over hers, notching it into the loose knot and pulling it free. You're laid bare in front of her, undergarments strewn somewhere in the corner. You bend down until your lips find her ear, nibbling on her lobe. "Besides, what else do I have to offer?"

She almost imperceptibly recoils, her hands falling. She lifts you up with ease, settling you on the tatami mats beside your futon. Her face is soft in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable in your nakedness, especially as she bends down and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. It makes you feel dirty, unclean. She looks almost disappointed, as if she hadn't plucked you out of a pleasure house.

"I will be in your debt." She whispers, she sounds so feminine now you wonder how you could have perceived her as anything but. "I'm going into town, you can come with me if you want."

You nod, mumbling something about needing a bath, unable to meet her gaze. She leaves you with that, ungraceful in her steps as she moves out of the room. You sit for a moment, stark naked and feeling worse than you have in a long while before pulling your robes closed and bolting to the hot spring.

Today, you scrub your skin until it bleeds.

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 You make your way back to the shrine, rejection licking its way after each step you make closer to where Toji is sat waiting on your engawa. You still find it hard to meet her gaze, you can't remember a time— if there ever was one— where your advances had been rejected. It stung more than the bathwater over your raw skin.

You say nothing as you brush past her, all too aware of yourself as you pick out a kimono. You pull that pretty forest green one from your wicker trunk, trying to ignore the way it matches her eyes in that annoyingly unintentional way. You hang it over the lid of the box as you slip on your tabi, all too aware of how her gaze follows as your spine curves. It feels scrutinizing now, it makes your skin crawl as you try not to think about the raised scratches on your exposed skin.

You hear her feet pad across the tatami mats, holding your breath when you see her bend down and pick up your kimono. The white chrysanthemums patterned against green silk sparkling in the early morning sun. You pull your nagajuban over your shoulders and tie it neatly, taking your time as an act of petty revenge as she stands there with your robes in her hands. You put your arms out, watching in mirrored glass as a crease of concentration forms between her brows. Strong arms whip you around to face her as she wraps the right side over the left like she'd been dressing you all her life. She bends down, tongue popping through her plump lips as she makes sure the hem clears your ankles. The koshihimo is plucked from inside the wicker basket, securing it over the bunched fabric at your waist and pulling it to form an even fold over your midsection. A little part of you wonders where she learned to tie it so well, considering hers tend to be oversized and tied haphazardly.

"I wasn't raised as a man, you know." She blurts, reading you like an open book in a way that makes irritation buzz beneath your facade of indifference. "Now, where's your obi?"

You sit in your silence, bending down to retrieve it from underneath all your other trinkets. You take the sewing box from it as well, waiting for her to take the garment from you. The white silk is patterned with intricate butterflies that seem to change color in the light, she marvels at the ornate pattering and you think maybe its best not to mention that you'd gotten it so many moons ago as a wedding present. You hadn't dared to wear it even once.

You flip open the false bottom in your sewing box, pulling your pouch of savings from within and tying it to the netsuke attached to your obi once she was done. She stands back and watches you, as if marveling at her handiwork. You nod your head toward the door, "Bring me your robes, I'll tie them properly for you."

"I can do it just fine on my own." She grunts, you stifle a laugh as you give her a once over.

"I don't desire to be in your debt anymore than I already am." You wave her off, kneeling in front of the mirror to begin pinning your hair in whatever way seems most appropriate for the kimono you've chosen. "Let me help you, call it my wifely duties or my addition to our shared cause if you so wish."

She stares at you through the glass and you hold her there, telling her without words that you won't be backing down. She turns on her heel with a sigh and slithers through the doorway, not bothering to close it behind her.

That inky black hair makes its reappearance just as you put the last of your hairpins in. Her face is solemn, as if you'd slighted her in some way by offering her help in the way of appearing more presentable. You stand to your feet, socks smooth against the floor. Your hands cup her chin, angling it up so shes looking forward, adjusting her shoulders for better posture. That smug glint in her eye is gone, now sending daggers your way. You have to hold back a snort, she looks too much like a bratty child as she is now.

"Would you rather I dressed more sloppily so we can match?" You tease, pulling her haphazardly strewn on kimono from where it's tucked inside her hakama. "Who in their right mind would believe we're married?"

She makes a low sound, hands tensing at her sides as you continue discarding layers of cloth. "Maybe they'll think I'm a devoted husband whose only wish in life is to provide for my wife."

You glance up, a laugh exploding from deep inside your belly as you see how proud of herself she looks— which makes her pout. "Well, I guess you plan for me to beat the other women off you, hm?"

She says nothing, avoiding your eyes as you take off her last layer, stripped down to her undergarments. She doesn't make eye contact with you in her nakedness and you can't blame her. She wasn't the one who had spent years in a glorified brothel. You hold her face in your hands, making her look forward once again and rolling her shoulders back. You frown at how poorly her chest is bound.

"Arms out." She makes a noise like a low growl at your demand. "Oh please, I'm not going to fondle you."

Her eyes roll, but she does as she's told. You have to hold back calling her a 'good girl' just to spite her. You mull over ways to distract her as your fingers pull the sarashi loose. Her breasts falling to where they should sit naturally. And oh, was she beautifully endowed. You almost want to curse her out for it.

"So, why are you going after that bastard Jinichi?" You try to distract yourself from the way her nipples protrude in the chilly morning air, ignoring how beautifully pink they are as well. There's a seductive little whisper in the back of your mind that urges you to crane your neck and pull one between your teeth. You chalk it up to years of conditioning from surviving in the pleasure district. Though, the thought doesn't last long. Not when she's more rigid than before after your prying.

 "There was a woman I loved very much. She was sickly and in her desperation she was offered opium as a cure." Her face is solemn, voice devoid of any emotion in the same way it had been when she'd told you to pack your whole life in one trunk. You dont say anything, just nod as you fold the cloth neatly in half. "Jinichi provided her with it and she died as a result."

Some little part of you that you'd thought died aches at the way her eyes unfocus and stare blankly at her reflection. You don't need to ask, she had loved that woman more than what could be ascribed to friendship. No, you know that look of grief. You had felt it in your own way, had seen it staring back at you.

"I apologize for asking." You mutter, you can't bear to look her in the eye now. You had crossed a line, even if you hadn't known it was there.

"It was three years ago, it'd be foolish of me to be upset over it still." She tries to feign indifference, the scar on the right corner of her mouth pulling taut with a too wide, close lipped grin. You want to say something reassuring, to tell her you understood at least half of what she felt; to lie and say it would pass. But you knew all too well what the passage of time was capable of, what it could twist that solemn feeling into. So you say nothing and continue wrapping the binder tightly around her until her chest lies practically flat.

"How do you feel about killing the man you love?" Your head snaps up to meet her gaze as your fingers stuff the loose end into the many layers of cloth. Your brow furrows, your face turning hot at the presumption that you could still love a monster like him. Laughing incredulously.

"Love?" You almost can't believe the implication. "No, there is no love left inside me for that man. Maybe not for anyone again."

You slide her kimono back over her shoulders, frown deepening as you realize she seems to have gotten it made at least 2 sizes too big. She folds her arms back to her sides as you repeat the masculine version of what she had just previously done for you. Wrapping the left over the right, securing the waist cord and tying the kaku-obi low around her hips. Your muscle memory astonishes you, the way your body still remembers how to properly dress a man. You stand back and admire your handiwork, smoothing your hands over whatever wrinkles and pleats there may be before tossing her hakama to her.

"He's my brother, you know." She says it so casually, as if it's normal for brothers and sisters to kill their lovers and each other. There's a small pit of betrayal laying heavily in your belly, though you surmised as much. The madame had referred to her as a Zenin originally, after all. And that same dark, unruly hair and the overconfident way they both held themselves would have been enough of an indication anyway.

"Didn't see you at the wedding." You joke, trying to lighten the mood. "Or had you already denounced the Zenin name by then?"

"Hmm, well I can't say we were ever close." Her nimble fingers tie the strings, though her eyes hold yours. "I'd taken on her last name long before your wedding."

"Good for you." You smile, picking up your sandals and moving them toward the now opened shoji, placing them on the engawa. "To be a Zenin is to be cursed anyhow."

She chuffs out a laugh and it's beautiful, innocent and childlike. You tuck the image away in your mind, into a safe spot where you can mull it over again later. She grabs her own sandals and places them next to yours, sliding them on before offering you a hand which you gladly take.

"Let's hope your seduction will prove fruitful."

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 When you arrive in town, Toji ties up your horses and as she does you immediately try to run off. The only things on your mind being finding the first poor soul to take advantage of and buying her a more fitted kimono. Both of which she'd hinder you in doing. Her hand circles around your wrist, pulling you back into her with a quiet look of demanding.

"I can't very well seduce anyone with my husband riding my skirts, can I?" You ask, your tone enticing. "Let me do my job, you do yours."

She doesn't like the idea, the look of irritation on her face says as much, but there's no other way. Your nails harsh her jaw, that murderous little look you have found yourself enjoying splayed across it as you kiss her cheek before going on your merry way.

Edo and it's residents proved to be quite unhelpful, except for the shop merchant who'd sold you a dazzling emerald kimono and a new pair of hakama pants. No matter who you turned your flirtations onto, there was no information to be had about Jinichi or anyone else in the Zenin clan for that matter. You should've expected as much, considering they had their grubby little fingers in just about every business in Edo. Hell, a good chunk of the money you had made at the pleasure house was going straight back into their pockets.

You trudge your way back to where Toji had left the horses, trying to find a way to hide the thick fabrics from her. You didn't want to come off as too soft for fear of it being taken advantage of. She was still a woman you didn't know, with ambitions you couldn't be 100% sure about.

Toji is halfway down the road, watching as you try to stuff the garments inside your kimono. She looks at you as if you've grown another head and you huff, embarrassment warming your cheeks. "You needed something more tailored if we're going to be seen together in the future."

You hope it comes across as conceited as it was meant to, she hums a sarcastic little sound and you fight the urge to bite back with a rebuttal.

"Any luck?" She frowns and you don't need to ask whether she had been successful in her investigating either. You give her a small shake of your head, though you're largely more interested in the ceramic vessel tucked under her arm.

"Sake?" You smile, a mischievous little grin pulling at your lips. She rolls her eyes, setting it on the dirt path for a moment before hoisting you up onto your horse.

"Well, it was supposed to be a celebration." She pouts, "Though, I guess me and my little drunkard wife can still partake."

You glare at her, in a playful little way that makes her chuckle. "There's one more place I want to check before heading back." She perks up like a dog being offered table scraps, awaiting your continuance.

"Just follow me, it's not terribly far from here."

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 Toji follows you wordlessly, the sounds of hooves slamming into dirt and grass the only sounds between you. You slow to a stop, coming up on a large estate that looks like it was abandoned in a hurry. The screens have been left open, empty trunks strewn about inside and out. You dismount, jaw tight as the familiar building gets closer and closer with each step. You felt like a ghost here. In the house that supported the facade of devotion, where you had planned to see children with inky black hair and terrible attitudes running through the halls.

Toji's light footsteps aren't far behind, her finger hooking into the sleeve of your robes as you stand there— stuck in a daydream.

"This was my home for a short time." You blurt, taking one step through the threshold. The pictures of both of your parents still hung on the wall at the end of the hall. She says nothing.

You peek into the front room, your wedding portrait staring back at you. Your stomach churns and your fists ball up, you look like a young girl in love. Probably because you were, foolish as it had been. Jinichi is seated beside you with his stone face of indifference and his long hair you used to hope he would never cut.

You don't linger long, pushing to the bedroom you'd shared to see if there's any indication of where he could've run off to between the remnants of your old life. The room is practically bare, save for your wedding kimono hanging out of the wardrobe. Your fingers itch at your sides to run your hands over the fabric, fold it up and store it away like there was another time you'd be betrothed.

"Take it with you." Her voice is low behind you, your head snaps to look at her leaning in the doorway. "Burn it, wear it again. It's yours ain't it?" She shrugs it off in that dismissive sort of way. You turn your back to her again, delving further into the room and pulling it from the wardrobe. Your heart stops when a scrap of paper floats to the ground. You turn to look at Toji again, eyes blow wide. Her footsteps boom over the tatami mats, bending down and clutching the paper in her hand so hard it wrinkles.

"To my wilted little flower," Your hands shake as Toji begins reading. You want to rip it from her hands, embarrassment and rage coming to make themselves at home inside you. "I imagine you've come looking for me. I loved that vindictive little part of you. Come, yell at me. Be spiteful and spit your venomous words my way. Your husband misses you."

You stand to your feet, leaving your kimono and house of lies behind as you trek your way back to your horse. You don't want her to finish. There's a part of you that knows if his location is revealed to you, you'll be halfway there by the time Toji falls asleep and you weren't dumb enough to think you'd be successful without a concrete plan.

You haul yourself haphazardly onto your horse, using Toji's hakama and kimono as padding underneath you. She doesn't say anything as she sits atop hers a few seconds behind. You hope the promise of sake is still there and tell yourself you'll just pad into her room when she's sleeping to take it and help yourself.

The ride is silent again, your bones feel like they're vibrating underneath skin and muscle. Toji's pulled ahead of you at some point, her jaw set tight and brow furrowed in the moonlight. She looks beautiful and vicious, you want to slip your hands inside of her kimono and feel the warmth of her skin under your fingertips.

When you get back to your shared home, she takes your horse from you and leads both of them back to that makeshift stable that faces your room. You trudge your way through the screen, putting her new clothes on the low table in the front room before setting your sights on your own dwelling. You're halfway naked by the time you enter, your body heavy with frustration and hatred. Your nemaki is pulled over your shoulders, undergarments discarded and the ribbon tied loosely around your midsection as you rest against the door frame.

She's come in by then, her own deep blue sleeping clothes pulled on and sat at the low table— the garments you'd gotten her gone now. There's two sakazuki in front of her, both filled to the brim with what feels like liquid gold.

"What, is this our marriage ceremony?" You snort, gesturing to the cups as you sit on your knees in front of her.

"It's all we had." She chuckles back, sliding one your way and picking hers up with slender fingers. "Besides, I'd say it's a celebration of sorts."

You raise a brow her way, picking your own up and bringing it to your lips. "Celebration of what? Getting the run around from Jinichi?" His name tasted like poison on your tongue, the sake following suit to wash it away.

"I'd say we've made some great progress. All thanks to you of course." She gives you a sly little wink, you watch too closely as her head tips back. The way her lips part and throat moves as she swallows. You want to reach out, slip sake between your mouths as you press your lips to hers. You want to take everything from her just to give it all back and then some.

"Well, I'm glad I could be of use somehow." You shake your head, pulling yourself from your pent up day dream. You'd thought about her naked and writhing too much latetly, like you were some old pervert.

"You being here was enough." She smiles, it pulls at you somewhere deep inside in a way that makes you so uncomfortable you shift on your knees. "So, thank you."

You blush, looking away from those green eyes that hold you captive more often than you'd like to admit to yourself. "Oh, don't get soft on me now. A lowly woman from the pleasure district like myself, may fall in love with you."

It's teasing and lighthearted enough. The truth of the matter was letting yourself love Toji wouldn't be hard. In fact, it was so easy it was becoming worrisome. This life was bliss. It was peace in a way you had never known it. And Toji had given that to you. You had spent even less time with Jinichi before you'd been married off and you had learned to love him intensely, evil as he was.

"Firstly, I'd never dream of calling you lowly." She laughs, pouring another cup of sake for you both. "Secondly, it'd be an honor for most to be loved and doted on by a woman like you."

Her admittance leaves you wordless, choosing instead to down the sake she'd poured in one gulp, watching as she does the same and begins filling them again.

"Oh, you flatter your wife." Your giggle feels like it reverberates around the room. "Though, doubtful as it is."

"Oh?"

"I am a courtesan." Your fingers drum lazily on the table, face warm with alcohol and maybe a little embarrassment, "A prideful one at that."

She quirks a brow at you, waiting for you to finish your drawn out thought. She takes your silence as a signal for the truth serum the sake had become. Her hands are steady and sure, much unlike yours that feel the need to busy themselves whether it be tapping or picking at the frayed sleeve of your nemaki.

"You denied me." Your eyes are cold as they flit to connect with hers. You hold her gaze as you bring the cup to your lips and swallow slowly. The bite has you pulling air through your teeth. "You're the first, you know? To deny the opportunity to seek pleasure in me."

"A good sign don't you think? I value you for more than what is between your legs." She laughs as if you had told a rather funny joke. It irritates you though you imagine it should make you feel better.

You try your seduction again, her statement feeling like a challenge. You let your robes slide all the way off this time, the lantern lights flickering against your breasts. Your robes pool around your hips and your hands push them away, baring it all. You convince yourself the flush on her cheeks is in fact because of you and not the multitude of sake shared between you. Her eyes dart around like she isn't supposed to be looking and it bothers you even more.

"Do I not pique your interest, my wife?" It's quiet, barely a whisper. Insecurity masked by seduction. You lean over the table, faces merely a few inches apart as your breasts kiss the laquered wood. "Do you not think of me late at night, alone in your chambers?"

She pulls her own full cup to her lips, drinking it just as fast as she'd poured it. Settling the cup onto the table a little more heavy handed than you think she means to.

"You haunt me." She breathes, settling back onto her palms— the distance between you increasing. "Every moment of every day, you're like a ghost I can't shake off."

You smile at that, it makes you feel better about the sleepless nights you've spent playing at your clit at the thought of her. There's a deep hunger within you that food and drink can't satiate, the sake settling like a warm hum beneath your skin.

"Then let me keep haunting you, Toji." You think it may be the first time you've said her name aloud. A small thing she seems to have noticed as well as she sits lazily across from you, her robes loose around her waist, face pulled into a magnetizing little smile.

"You are very bewitching." Her face is relaxed, nothing like it had been all of the other times you'd been disrobed in front of her. You can feel her denial like a heavy weight on your back and curse yourself for deluding yourself into thinking she'd take you to her chambers. Maybe the pleasure district had warped you into thinking you were irresistible. Maybe you were now the fool who couldn't decipher kindness from want. No better than a man.

You shrug on your robes, looking away from that beautiful face that makes you ache somewhere you'd thought had been lost to you. Right now, you wish it had. You stand to your feet, hiding away inside yourself like a forgotten child. "I thank you for the sake. I shall retire to my chambers."

Your sleeve is pinched between her fingers, her head hanging like you'd just given her a rather harsh scolding. "Stay."

"I do not like to be ordered—"

"Tomorrow, after we go find Jinichi and end his miserable life, I want you to stay." She keeps her head down which you feel thankful for when your whole face morphs into ugly shock. "I don't want to lie with you if you're ready to turn tail as soon as our goal's been achieved. You may be a prideful woman but I promise my jealousy far exceeds that."

You fall to your knees, face in your hands as you try to mask the elation spread across your features. "Oh, you foolish woman."

"I feel calling me foolish is rude." She pouts, her fingers prying yours away from your face. "I just offered you my life."

You snort at her. A foolish woman indeed. "Is that what that was?"

"Was I not clear?" Her dark brows pull together, the left one quirked up higher as her scar turns downward. Your fingers tap against your chin in mock contemplation, goading her into the notion that you may just decide to leave and never look back. Jinichi had been right, you were vindictive.

"I would like to keep haunting your halls for a good long while. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to haunt your chambers." You laugh, shaking her off and standing to your feet. "For now, I will bid you goodnight."

You close the door softly behind you once you're back in your room, loosing out a shaky breath. All your late nights

You slip under your quilts so quickly you don't notice Toji's lingering frame shadowed against the shoji before putting out the lantern.

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 The next morning you and Toji have a breakfast filled with conversation about what you'll pick up at the next market, all the new embroidered silks you're going to buy for your next kimono while Toji tells you to get whatever pleases you. You both say nothing about what will transpire in a few hours.

She cleans the kitchen and you pretend to be helpful and not distracting. She ties your kimono— a beautiful opalescent silk pattered with cherry blossoms— and picks out your hair sticks. You try to convince her to tie her hair back to which she refuses as you dress her in the new kimono and hakama you'd bought her.

You both look at each other with twin grim expressions once all is said and done. She sits at the low table, motioning for you to join her. You do. She uses one hand to push her hair back from her dazzling face and you wonder how much more beautiful she is naked. To which you pinch yourself for— it's no time to be fantasizing. Her other hand picks at her cuticles til they bleed.

"He wants you to come to the Zenin estate." She blurts, she looks nervous and you don't need to be a mind reader to know she's considering leaving you at home. You both know you'd never forgive her if she did. "He says the rest of the clan will be out doing their bidding so it'll just be servants perusing the halls."

You nod slowly. You feel your breakfast coming up, pickled vegetables creating something like a bomb in your stomach. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just go in. Be the dutiful wife who misses her husband. We'll take one horse, I'll ride with you until we're just outside of the estate and I'll take it from there." She's sure of herself and it provides you with some strange comfort.

"I want to be the one to land the final blow." You mirror her confidence despite your lack of training. You won't freeze or falter. You want to watch the life drain from his eyes and know that you had a hand in your own fate— your own peace.

"It's too dangerous for you—"

"I don't care." It's akin to a growl. You're all but baring your vicious little teeth and she doesn't even pretend to flinch.

"You loved him for a time. It's much harder to kill someone you love than you think." Her hand reaches out to you from across the table. You take it but keep your face stern. You won't let her sway you.

"Toji." It's all you say, conveying with your eyes everything else you can't say aloud. She sighs, letting her free hand slide over her face and saying something under her breath about you being a frustrating brat.

"Alright, okay? I get it." She looks tired, like she had spent all night contemplating this exact scenario. She had. "I'll hold him down and you'll sink your pointy little teeth in him."

You smile at her, bringing the hand you're holding to your lips. "Thank you."

"If you go rogue on me I won't hesitate to put your ass back on that horse and send you back home. Where it's safe." You wave her off, standing to your feet and making your way to the stables.

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 The ride to the Zenin estate is long. You'd forgotten how far from civilization yours and Toji's little slice of heaven is. Anxiety licks its way up your spine, not because of Jinichi or for your own well being. Toji is both the cause and the cure. Her chest is pressed firmly against your back and you're beginning to come to terms with the fact that you've become quite the pervert. You imagine her fingers under your robes as she sits behind you, licking her fingers covered in your wetness.

"The tips of your ears are red, you little degenerate." Her lips are too close to your ear and it makes them flush all the more.

As promised, she hops off your horse just before the bend that leads to the compound. She herself looks anxious now, fiddling with the strings on her hakama. You almost wish you'd let her wear her old robes, it'll be pain to get the blood out of her garments. She urges you down off the horse for a moment, cupping your face in her hands as soon as your feet hit the ground.

"You are going to go in there and be your most charming self. Say whatever it is you think he wants to hear. I'm going to be right behind you whether you can see me or not. You are going to be smart and level headed. We will kill him and then we will go home. Safe. Together."

You nod, smiling as the crease in her brow deepens. "I will be fine. I know how to stroke a mans ego. I used to be a professional until you came along."

She doesn't say anything as she rests her chin atop your head. She takes a deep breath in and kisses your scalp before pulling back, your face still cupped in her hands. "Oh my pretty little bird."

You roll your eyes at the moniker. "We should go."

She nods but doesn't let go. Her face comes closer and you're too eager, gripping her by her kimono and pulling her toward you to connect your lips. They're softer than you'd imagined, melding into your own. You curse the both of you for having these grudges, you want to go home and twist around under your quilts until you fall asleep with your limbs intertwined. Though, if it weren't for these grudges you'd still be married or worse yet, still stuck in the brothel. You would've never known the peace she had given you.

The kiss is cut much to short, both of you panting as you pull away. She presses one more kiss to your forehead before lifting you back onto your horse and giving it a light swat on the behind to urge it forward. Try as you might not to look back, you watch her until she disappears. The path ahead is filled with carefully crafted masks and bloodshed. You want to feel her warmth the whole way through. When had you become so sentimental?

There's no one to greet you after you tie up your horse and make your way to the inner gardens. You're not totally unfamiliar with the Zenin estate, you'd been there a couple times. Once during Jinichi's courting and once more when you'd been married. You were supposed to return once more when you'd become with child, which thankfully never happened.

When you slide open the Shoji to the main house, Jinichi is sat waiting with his back to you. A different location but too similar to your dream. His hair is as long and wild as ever and you take this opportunity to pull your face into something mirroring eager elation.

"Jinichi!" You gush, running over and wrapping your arms around his large shoulders. He hums a gruff sound and places his hand over one of your forearms, stroking you like a pet. Your skin feels coated with grime, a bath has never sounded better.

"My wife has come home." If you didn't know him, you'd think he was actually excited to see you. "Did you miss me?"

"How could I not, dear husband? My only wish in this life has been to remain by your side." You hope wherever Toji is, she cant hear you. Or will at least pretend not to.

"I've been looking for my little flower for a very long time." Liar.

"I curse the gods for keeping us apart. But I am home now." You nuzzle into his neck, that familiar smell stinging your nostrils so harshly it almost makes your eyes water. He pulls you into his lap, his fingers playing with the tie on your obi. You try to mask the way your whole body freezes, your stomach turning at the thought of having to lie with him— or any other man— ever again.

Regardless, your hand comes up to caress the side of his face. "What about you, did you miss me?"

He smiles in that disgusting way you used to find so endearing, his teeth on display as if he was warning you not to cross him. "Of course I missed you, honey. Your husband is so glad to have you back home."

His fingers pull the knot loose, your kimono pulled open to leave you just in your undergarments. His hungry gaze feels like spiders walking all over your skin and you want to scream and cry for Toji. But you don't. You keep that deep look of adoration splayed across your features, clinging to him like a child with your eyes squeezed shut.

"Take your filthy hands off her. Now." The low rumbling of Toji's voice is like music to your ears. When you open your eyes, she's got a katana pressed against his neck.

"Oh, my little sister come to save my whore wife?" He laughs, it's bitter and void of all that emotion he had pretended to have before. It's your turn to bare your teeth, pulling the short blade from where it's strapped against your thigh and clenching it between your fist.

"You mean the wife you left to rot in the pleasure district?" You laugh back, "I am not the same foolish girl you married and you would've been wise to expect more than an easy lay from me."

He finds that funnier than the blade against his neck, his eyes furious as spit flies from his cursed maw. "Do you forget yourself? You are two women. What do I have to fear?"

You see his hands moving and before you can think you're kicking him onto his back, Toji's blade nicking his throat. She looks at you like you've betrayed her and you know you're one idiotic move from her keeping her promise to send you back home.

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned, dear husband." You straddle his waist and pretend not to see the frown on Toji's face and the hardness underneath you. "You've taken something very precious from the both of us. Your debt will not be left unpaid."

Your hand is steady as you plunge your knife into his chest cavity. Blood seeps from the wound and turns his kimono a darker shade, but it's his laugh that unsettles you. His blood flies from his mouth, covering your garments with splatters of crimson.

"You stupid woman." He spits, "Both of you exist to be used as pawns. Nothing more than pleasurable toys to be used at a man's whims."

You see red as his eyes flit to Toji. You think of her struck with grief as she holds her deceased lover and your limbs are out of your own control.

"Don't look at her. Don't look at her. Don't look at her." It's repeated through clenched teeth as your weapon is pressed into that same wound over and over. You continue even as his body goes limp and his eyes glaze over. You barely notice as Toji's blade separates his head from his neck, your body put on autopilot.

You hear her call your name but it sounds too far away. Only when her bloodied hands cover yours do you stop moving and let her pull you off him. She brings you into her lap, smoothing your hair and holding you like you would a child who needed consoling. Your fingers grip into whatever piece of her you can latch onto, gasping for air like you'd been drowning.

Jinichi is gone and you're finally free.

"It's alright." She pulls your kimono closed and secures your obi once again. "He's dead, it's just you and me now. Let's go home, yeah?"

You nod and she lifts you in her arms, carrying you the whole way back to your horse. Its breathing steady underneath your thighs. Your fingers rake through her mane, silky and smooth under your bloodstained fingertips.

Toji's warmth is something beyond comfort, her arms wrapped tightly around you as you make your blood-soaked way back home. Her lips press softly against your ear, words of comfort whispered in as her breath tickles your skin.

It takes too long to get home, your mind and body heavy with exhaustion. The sun has come and gone as you trot up to the stables, the cool night air soothing against your clammy skin. Toji hops off, leading the horse to its pen and plucking you from its back before shutting it in beside the other horse in its stall. She takes your hand and you walk toward your room at the back of the house, sitting you on the engawa as she carefully removes your sandals and tabi socks. She's quiet and focused, that almost permanent crease between her dark brows on display. You want to kiss it away, your body leans forward and your presses your lips to that little crease. Her hands rest on your thighs, rubbing circles on your soft skin.

"Wait here, okay? The fresh air is good for you." She stands up, joints cracking as she makes her way to the shoji screen and enters your home. You rest back onto your palms, counting the stars in the sky and for the first time appreciate the fresh air in your lungs. You reach over, taking your kiseru from where it now lives on the wooden flooring just outside your bedroom door and load it with tobacco. The nicotine fills your lungs and you think about what this freedom really means—what life without shackles of the past could blossom into. You no longer had to bear the burden of rearing children, your wife takes care of all of the cooking and most of the chores and has already given herself a reputation for making you want for nothing. You needed a hobby, or at the very least needed to participate in home life a bit more. A purpose.

Toji's familiar footsteps pad against the tatami mats and then against the outside wood before coming to kneel in front of you with a large steaming basin under one arm and a rag hung over the opposite shoulder. She holds your eyes as she pushes the skirts of your kimono up, dipping the rag into the warm water and scrubbing between your toes and up your ankle all the way to you calves.

"You did well today." Her voice is softer than you'd ever know it to be and part of you wishes for that gruffness back— selfish as it is.

You hum in response, reaching your hand out to push her hair from her eye line. "Maybe you can start taking me with you wherever you seem to run off to during the day."

Her brow quirks, her gaze dropping back down to the basin to wring out the blood from the cloth and begin scrubbing at your thighs. Your heartbeat quickens as she travels higher, your legs parting as if on instinct. "I don't know what you mean."

There's a smile pulling at her scar, she's a wonderful liar and you both know it. You laugh at her, your knees coming up to expose your undergarments. "Don't lie. I'd be a fool not to have some inkling of what you're getting up to when your clothes are always splattered with blood."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, my wife. Do as you wish, learn to paint or play the koto. Buy one hundred kimono's just to watch them collect dust. The only job you have is to live with happiness in your heart. That is all I want for you."

"You fool." Your fingers thread into the panels of her kimono, making her fingers stop their movements on the inside of your thighs. You want her more than you ever have, which is alarming considering how many nights you tortured yourself over the thought of her under your quilts. You pull her forward, lips pressing harshly against hers in a desperate kiss. Her hands grip into your hips and pull you down into her lap to sit atop her.

Her cold fingers untie your obi and pull your kimono away, your own hands pulling at the longer strands at her nape. Her mouth is greedy, finding purchase on your jaw and nipping at the skin there. Excited hands come up to pull your hairpins free, strands coming down to tickle against your face. You want her in a way that makes your skin feel like a live wire and your mind clear as if this was the one thing a lifetime of strife had been for.

Her fingers are calloused and rough against your soft skin, the juxtaposition of two hard lives carried out almost opposite before merging as one. You feel fragile in her embrace, breakable. Precious. Heart hammering against your chest like it was your first time being touched as she rids you of your undergarments. Soothed by hands that show kindness toward you while showing brutality to others as she kneads at your hips. Touching you in a way that is both rough and soft. Something you're sure only a woman could do. Or maybe it was just that only Toji was capable of such contradictory ministrations.

She sucks at your neck, tongue laving and teeth grazing your gentle skin as her hand comes to knead your breasts. You don't remember a time where you'd felt so passionate. So hot and heavy and wanting for more. Little pants of her name leave your parted lips and she takes it as an opportunity to let her tongue tickle against your lips, waiting for an invitation. You open your maw and she's so goddamn greedy, licking over your teeth, exploring the inside of your orifice as if she'd find some hidden part of you within to coax out. She sucks on your tongue, moaning into your mouth as you relinquish everything to her.

She lays you down gently, the grass kissing your naked back as she works her way down your front. The gentleness of every touch has you choking on emotion. You didn't know lust could be so tender and kind. So giving.

"Am I allowed to seek pleasure with you, my wife?" It's mumbled against your collarbone, the reverberation of her voice making your skin prick with goosebumps. Her ask pulls at someplace inside you thought had been lost long ago. To seek pleasure with you, not in you. You feel your face morph into something that wordlessly spells devotion and she looks at you as if seeing you with new eyes and a deep endearment that spans beyond this life time all the same. "Let me show you what it is to be wanted as a woman and not as a means to an end."

Tears prick at your eyes and you nod, fingers still locked through jet black strands. She leaves wet kisses against your décolleté before popping your right nipple in her mouth, using her roughened finger pads on the left. Your back arches under her touch, fingers twisting through shaggy hair.

"You're beautiful." It's more of a breath than a string of words. It doesn't feel like flattery, it feels like truth being spoken aloud. "I'm selfish and want to keep you locked away here, away from all the terribleness of the outside world."

"You're a bit late for that, my dear." You laugh through a yelp as she grazes her teeth over your sensitive peak. Her fingers leave your left breast and tap their way down your ribcage, past your abdomen and all the way to your pretty cunt. She leaves tender touches against your clit that make you want to reach out and rip her wrist away just to chastise her for stopping. She hums as her mouth follows the same path as her hands, the evidence of wet kisses being left behind on your stomach.

"And I'm not so terrible as to clip your wings and lock you in cage." She mumbles it into your belly, just above your mound. She ventures lower, onyx strands tickling against your skin as she licks a stripe just above your clit. It sends shivers across your entire body, your hips lift for more delicious pressure. She's teasing you and finding too much joy in it, sitting up between your thighs and popping one of your toes in her mouth. It's warm and wet and tickles a little more than you're comfortable with. You wriggle them around until she pops off, scrunching your face up at the glossy sheen of saliva left behind.

"What?" She chuckles.

"I haven't had a bath, they're dirty." You pout.

"I wiped you down like a good wife, didn't I?" She puts your leg over her shoulder, kissing your ankle up to your calf before pressing a long one to the side of your knee. "You are purity personified. There is nothing unclean about you, my wife."

She hovers over your mound again and you clamp your legs closed around her head. "What now?"

"It's quite unfair I'm the only one naked." You huff as you push yourself up onto your elbows, a teasing glare playing on your features. She glares back but unties her hakama, discarding them and her kimono somewhere behind you. She wears no undergarments save for the cloth binding her chest. You sit up more properly, your hands shaking embarrassingly as you pull it loose and her breasts spring free. Your fingertips play gently at one of her peaks and she shudders. You watch her face contort into desperation and you scoot forward, the grass below flattening underneath you. Your mouth rivals hers in its greedy path, sucking a nipple into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. You look up, holding her gaze as if to ask her silently if you're doing okay, little gasps muffled as she brings her hand to her mouth.

You pop off, blowing air over the saliva accumulated on her skin and watch as she shudders, goosebumps road-mapping their way over her. She's beautiful and feminine, you wonder how the world experiences her and doesn't see it. Her cheeks flush all the way to the tips of her ears, a foreign shyness splaying over her pretty face as she reverses your roles. She lays against the grass and pulls you to sit over her face, your view of her open legs and cunt. Her breath fans against your lower lips and you gasp, a dizzying cloud of lust coming over you as you bend forward.

Her tongue lolls out and licks at your pussy, mouth greedier than it had been before. That mouth. That beautiful mouth that teases and goads. Curses and compliments. It's on you and it's licking and sucking like you're the best thing it's ever known. You're writhing above her, grinding down into her tongue that's poking at your entrance. You curse and lie and tell her no more. But more is what you want. You want everything she has to give and maybe even more than that. Your bottom lip brushes over her pretty cunt and she whines, it's like music to your ears as your sounds of pleasure mix into a hypnotizing melody.

"You're so unfair." She mewls, her fingers coming up to replace her tongue. They scissor into you, opening you up as her mouth focuses back on sucking your clit. "A lovely woman with an even lovelier pussy. Come sit on my face a little harder, let me taste your sweet nectar more."

You gasp at her vulgarity, there's a tingling feeling just below your belly that's getting more intense as her words are spoken against your most sensitive spot. Your arms hook around her thighs, spreading them further before swiping your fingertips across her slit. Your eyes roll back between the forceful thrusting of her fingers, her sucking at your clit, and the wetness collected on your fingers. You bring it to your lips and suck, moaning at the taste of her on your tongue.

"And what about you? You've kept this wondrous cunt from me for so long. I could've been licking and fucking it for over a month now." You chide, teeth grazing her mound. She growls at that, free hand coming to swat at your ass and gloating as you yelp.

"What a greedy little thing you've become." She uses her long arm to push your upper body down, signaling you to mirror her movements. You oblige, pulling her swollen clit between your lips and sucking, keeping her legs spread with one arm and collecting her wetness with the fingers on the other before dipping them inside.

She's warm and wet, part of you understands the fixation men have on sheathing themselves inside though you didn't harbor any of their selfishness. You rock back and forth on her mouth in tandem with the thrust of her fingers. The whines and panting of the others name being cast into the surrounding forest as you mirror the way her fingers curl into a spot you'd never known existed.

There's a hot knot burning low in your belly that gets tighter and tighter as her fingers pump in and out of you more furiously. Her cunt is clenching around your fingers as you mirror her movements, drool and slick collecting on your chin, her hips undulating for more. You're stuck in a cycle of want. Both wanting to give and receive pleasure.

"Toji, I-"

"Shh, I know. Just a bit longer, my dear. Just hold out a bit longer for me." Your clit buzzes with the vibration. Your hands are sporadic, your walls clenching to hold back your orgasm as Toji's brutality becomes more and more intense. The sounds of both of your cunts squelching in your ears making it that much harder to keep your composure.

"I- I can't. I have to cum Toji. Please." It's more whiny and desperate than you'd ever meant for it to be. Your toes are curling, blades of grass stuck in between as you rock against her. Her breaths are puffing out more heavily, her stomach becoming taut with need underneath you.

"Cum for me, my pretty little dove." She whispers. And you do, its earth shattering. Every atom in your body exploding with pleasure as you both become a tangle of limbs and sultry sobs. You're leaking down her forearm and she's watering the grass below as her body pulses underneath you. It's less than a minute but you're imprinting your teeth into her inner thigh, your unoccupied hand clenching so your fingernails leave crescent moons into the skin on the other. You're twitching with the aftershocks as she continues to clean you up with her tongue and spurring you into over sensitivity.

You go limp on top of her, your breasts pressing into her abdomen. Your fingers slide out of her and are popped into your mouth to savor the taste of her and you cry out when hers follow suit. She rolls you off her, easing herself into a crawl to plop next to you.

"I love you." She blurts. It's casual like she hadn't just said it for the first time. You stare at her mouth agape as you watch her lick your wetness from her forearms and sucking you off her fingers with a hum.

"What?"

"What the hell do you mean what?" She snorts, turning on her side to get a better look at your awe struck face.

"Say it again." Your brows knit together in something between confusion and adoration. "I want to hear your honeyed words from those lips once again."

She chuckles at you, brushing your hair from your face and pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. "I love you."

You stare at her, taking in all the things you'd never been able to before. The way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she smiles, the way her breaths come out in controlled puffs, her jadeite eyes and how beautifully unique that scar on her lip makes her. The moonlight glows off her skin and you think maybe there has never been someone more beautiful— more perfect for you.

"I love you too, my wife." You smile so hard it makes your cheeks hurt and she follows suit, that eye catching scar warping more beautifully.

She carries you inside once her limbs no longer feels like jelly, wiping you down fully this time and tucking you naked under your quilts. She only leaves you to make some tea and a bowl of soba noodles to share. You spend the rest of the night giggling and telling stories, though there are brief intermissions of fucking and moaning.

That's what your days become, mornings filled with warmth and love and evenings filled with desperate hands and whines. Peaceful and debauched. Living in love instead of running from it. Toji's is yours and you are hers, until you turn old and gray.

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Guys I’m sorry for going radio silent for like a good two weeks LMAOOOO anyways after this fic I’m working on is finished I’m gonna start taking requests!!!! So start sending them in now!

oki bai

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Suguru likes having his hair pulled, part two.

Based on this request.

Bottom!Suguru x femdom!reader

CW: strap use, dacryphilia, anal (m receiving), oral (f receiving), use of toys (it’s a strap. I hc that suguru likes anal, deal with it.)

NSFW Minors dni

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Suguru looked gorgeous.

Sweet rolled down his tanned thighs, face shoved in the pillows of your soft bed and ass high in the air. One of your hands was wrapped in his tangle hair, yanking his head back until his throat was visible. The other made its home around his cock, stroking in time with the brutal thrusts of your strap in his ass.

The thwap thwap thwap of your hips on his filled the room, always punctuated with a muffled cry or moan from Suguru, salty tears leaking down his cheeks.

“Louder, baby.” You purred in his ear, your tits pressing against his back.

His only response was a broken wail as you pull his hair harder. His ass molded to the thick silicone deep inside him, bitting his prostate and tugging on his gummy insides. It was humiliating and arousing and everything all at once.

His voice was muffled by the pillows as he desperately begged you to stop.

“What was that, honey? Speak up.” Your fist pulled his head from the pillows, putting a sinful arch in his neck.

“Please- please stop, mommy, please… it hurt—“ his head was shoved back into the pillows.

“You want me to stop? But, handsome, we just barely started.” The pace of your hips quickened, driving the strap an inch deeper. That singular inch drive his poor body over the edge.

His cock practically burst with cum as it spouted over the sheets, soaking his thighs and the blankets beneath him. You pounded him through it, determined to send him into overstimulation.

However, a different, evil thought crossed your mind.

The strap exited his hole with a lewd squelch. After carefully unbuckling your strap, you tapped his hip.

“Roll over.”

He complied, rolling onto his back and exposing his teary face. His cheeks were flushed, violet eyes dark with pleasure, while his lips were swollen and a bit of drool leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Your knees bracketed his head as you slowly lowered yourself onto his face. A broken moan rose through your folds, making your clit throb. He knew what to do.

His tongue worked its magic, sliding desperately between your folds and up and down on your clit. His fingers tangled in his hair again, yanking on the raven strands. The sensation made him bite down on your clit.

A cry left your mouth at the stinging pleasure. “Fuuuuck..”

His tongue worked relentlessly, suffocating under your leaking cunt. The muscle laved over your clit in skillfully swiped and swirls despite his own pleasure razing his brain.

Slowly, a knot tightened low in your stomach, tugging and twisting until you finally burst into his tongue. The pair of you moaned in harmony, your head thrown back and Suguru’s eyes rolling as you pulled on his hair.

Simultaneously, his weeping cock became a small fountain of cum, soaking his abs and thighs in pearly strings.

Carefully, you pulled off his swollen mouth and laid beside him on the bed. Your fingers moved to brush hair out of his eyes.

“You okay, Sugu?”

He nodded, his pretty lashes fluttering as he panted softly.

“Best morning ever.” He mumbled.

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This was fun to write, I haven’t written smut in a long time.

[07x1x4x1]

— cw: fem!reader, smut, fingerfucking, 18+ mdni

When Simon is too tired to fuck you or not in the mood to spend twenty-seven minutes getting your cunt loose and wet enough to take his monster cock but you're horny and practically humping his leg on the bed, he has you lay on your back and pull your legs up to present.

And then he kneels on the mattress, rubs your puffy slit and thumbs at your swollen clit until you're leaking slick down your ass crack.

"There we fuckin' go, bunny," he murmurs before spitting on your pussy to make a bigger mess; slick and saliva foaming on your skin.

Then he slowly plunges two long, thick fingers into your sopping hole, sometimes three if your pussy is greedy; feeling your inner muscles tighten around him.

And then he fingerfucks you properly until you're squeezing and squelching around his thrusting digits while your pretty whines and helpless moans make his own cock swell in his pants.

There's a rapidly forming damp patch on the front of his sweats; the smell of precum mixing with your musk. Because his cock didn't get the memo tonight, always aching for your pussy.

And when your back bows and you cry out his name, his free hand tightens on your knee to keep your legs apart, all while his tawny eyes stare at your greedy cunt as you come around his fingers, soaking his hand.

He groans shamelessly, easing his finger out before smacking your puffy, twitching cunt until you whine and shake.

"Si, s'too much," you mewl, pushing at his hand yet grinding your hips for more.

He chuckles, not cruel but arrogant, and leans down to place the sweetest kiss right on your clit.

[jinjoohaaa]

Twenty's worth

pairing : broke! toji x hooker! reader

cw : explicit adult content, dub-con, degradation, humiliation, cum play, breeding kink, cunnilingus, p in v, dirty talk, 18+ only, mdni.

synopsis : twenty bucks won’t buy pussy… but desperation buys everything when a starving man finally gets his hands on a greedy little slut who plays too hard to get.

The day was pure shit.

A steaming, festering pile of dogshit kind of day for Toji Fushiguro.

Midnight had already crawled in, cold and mocking, and he was still dragging his boots down some nameless backstreet like a stray that forgot where the fuck home was supposed to be. Twenty crumpled dollars sat heavy in his pocket, his entire net worth, his entire plan, his entire goddamn future for the next few days if he played it smart. Which he never did.

But money wasn’t even the part that had his jaw clenched so tight his molars ached.

Today was supposed to be *the* day.

After months of scraping by on nothing but spite and instant ramen, Shiu finally rang. Real job. Big fish. Some pampered suit worth enough zeros that Toji could’ve vanished into a decent hotel for three months straight—room service steak, clean sheets, and most importantly, a rotating lineup of warm, paid-for holes to sink into. He’d lain awake the whole night before like a teenager before prom, dick half-hard just from imagining it: crisp bills, hot showers, and finally—*finally*—someone else’s hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own calloused palm.

Yeah, he's tired of fucking his own fist. His hands were too rough, knuckles scarred, skin like sandpaper. Even when he tried to go slow it just felt like punishment. He wanted soft. He wanted delicate fingers that didn’t know what labor felt like.

What he wouldn’t give to slide his cock into a pair of warm, soft hands… forget a tight pussy for a second, forget a warm wet mouth sucking him stupid. He’d settle—hell, he’d even beg —for some pretty thing with big glossy doe eyes looking up at him all innocent while her manicured fingers pumped him lazy and teasing, maybe a little tongue flicking out, barely there kitten licks, to wet the tip just because she felt like being mean. His cock jumped again in his jeans at the image, thick and insistent, like it was personally offended by reality.

Girls these days are too fucking clever. They clock him the second he opens his mouth—some dumb, crude shit spills out, no filter—and they’re already waving bye-bye in his face before he even gets to the good part.

Used to be his body alone was enough currency: big shoulders, mean eyes, the kind of dick that makes promises it can keep. Now? They want conversation. Charm. Money upfront. He’s got none of that left.

He’d been half-chubbed since Shiu’s call came through. And then he fucked it.

Got turned around in some maze of alleys, lost the tail, lost the mark, lost the payday. Shiu’s voice on the phone afterward had been ice picks, short, sharp, disappointed in that quiet way that hurt worse than yelling. Toji didn’t even argue. Just grunted, hung up, and started walking.

No hotel.

No steak.

No pussy.

Just twenty bucks and a dick that wouldn’t quit throbbing even though the fantasy was officially dead.

He exhaled hard through his nose, fogging in the cold night air. The thought kept looping anyway, nasty and stubborn: if only he’d pulled the job off clean, he could be balls-deep in some overpriced escort right now, or at least getting jerked off slow and sweet by a girl who didn’t mind the scars.

He’d been dreaming about it since Shiu’s call. Now everything’s ashes and he’s down to the last twenty in his pocket.

Well. No pussy for him tonight it seems.

He scanned the empty street, almost dead at this hour, just the occasional car hissing past and the low buzz of dying neon. That’s when he spotted it: one single place still open. Shabby little joint, pink and green lights flickering like a bad hangover. Looked like the kind of spot that served coffee that tasted like motor oil and burgers that would sit in your gut like regret. But twenty bucks might stretch to something hot and greasy. Enough to shut his stomach up for a few hours.

He cracked his neck, shoulders rolling under the worn leather, and started walking toward the glow.

He just kept moving. One foot. Then the other. That was the only plan he had left.

Then he saw her.

Leaning against the brick wall just outside the diner’s side door, like she owned the shadows. Knee-high black boots hugging her thighs, shiny patent leather catching the pink light. Tiny pleated skirt, if you could even call it that, barely skimming the tops of her thighs, sheer black net peeking whenever she shifted. Crop top so cropped it was basically a bra: thin straps, deep V plunging straight down to her navel, tits pushed up and spilling like they were trying to escape. Cherry-red gloss smeared shiny across plump lips, smoky eyes half-lidded and bored. Hair dyed some faded candy red, roots already dark and showing like she hadn’t bothered touching it up in weeks.

If he wasn’t trying to be a tiny bit respectful in his own fucked-up head, he’d just say it out loud: she looked like a high-end whore. The expensive kind. Not street-cheap, but the type who knew exactly how much her holes were worth and dressed like a walking invoice.

Or maybe he was just a judgmental old bastard who read books by their covers.

Whatever. She was pretty. Looked dumb enough. And right now, with his dick still aching from all the mental porn he’d been running, he figured what the hell—might as well shoot his shot.

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“Lonely, doll?”

You whip around at the low gravel voice behind you.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He’s massive. Easily a head taller, even with your heels on, shoulders wide enough to block the streetlight, arms thick under that beat-up jacket. Scar slicing through one corner of his mouth, smirk already in place like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. You haven’t seen a man built like this in years—real man, not the soft pretty boys who pay to feel dangerous for an hour. You bite your glossy bottom lip, twirl a strand of fading red around your finger.

“Mmmhmm… yeah. Wanna keep me company?”

He steps closer, eyes dragging down your body slow and shameless.

“Oh my… this old man enough for ya'?”

You rake your gaze over him—broad chest, thick thighs, that obvious fucking bulge straining the front of his jeans even soft. Shit. That thing looks like it’s smuggling a forearm.

“You don’t look like an old man,” you purr, biting the tip of your index finger.

Next thing you know, his big scarred hand snatches yours, presses your palm flat against the fat outline of his cock. Hard heat throbs under the denim. Thick. Heavy. Already half-hard and obscene.

“I don’t act like an old man either.”

Good fucking lord. That monster between his legs feels like it’s got its own heartbeat. You wouldn’t be shocked if it started talking shit. Your cunt clenches hard, sudden and traitorous, slick already soaking you.

You yank your hand back, trying to play it cool.

“Well… I’m not cheap.”

“Well, duh.” He smirks wider, eyes glinting. “Look at you. Damn, doll… I want you."

All he got is twenty bucks and a throbbing dick. He figured he'd play the only card he have.

Before you can answer, he grabs your hand again—this time sliding it up under his shirt. Your fingers meet hot skin, slabs of muscle, ridges of old scars, tight ripped abs that flex under your touch.

Fuck. Who’s the whore now?

“Come on, doll… I’ll pay with my body.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes even as your thighs press together. “Isn’t that *my* job, mister? I’m the one who pays with body.”

He sighs, dramatic, like you’re killing him. Yeah, not working. “Fine. How much for an hour?”

“Usually three hundred, three-fifty.” You step closer, tilting your head up, lashes fluttering, arms hooking slow around his thick neck. “But for you… and for this—” you give his cock a light squeeze through the jeans, feeling it jump “—just two hundred.”

“Doll… can you knock it down some more?”

“Ohhh, like maybe one-eighty?”

“Some more.”

You lose it. “Ughhh, come on. How much you even got, you broke-ass?”

He just chuckles, low and rough. “Well… If I'm being honest… around twenty, doll.”

“The hell?? Fuck off, mister. Shove that twenty up your ass.” You spin to leave, heels clicking sharp.

He’s fast. Too fast. Big arm snakes around your waist, spins you, pins you back against the cold brick wall with his hips caging you in.

“Doll… where ya' runnin’ off to?”

“I don’t fuck brokies.”

“Even if the brokie got somethin’ real big to offer, hmm?”

You open your mouth to snap back but he leans in, nose dragging along your throat, inhaling deep.

“God damn, doll… you smell so fuckin’ good. I'mma bust a nut right now just smellin’ ya. Please. My cock hurts. Balls so full they’re killin’ me. Please…”

You try to shove him off. Really try. But his mouth is already working—hot open kisses along your pulse, teeth grazing just right, tongue flicking the spot that makes your knees buckle.

“Fineeee,” you whine, “but you ain’t gettin’ to fuck me.”

Toji’s face darkens for a second. Then he shrugs. “Fine. Just a blowjob then.”

You laugh, sharp and mean. “You think you can get a blowjob from me for twenty dollars? Stop dreaming, man.”

He knows he can’t bullshit you. You’re not that dumb. So he tilts his head, voice dropping softer, almost pleading. “Then what can ya give me…?”

You smirk, slow and wicked. “Well… for twenty? I could just flash my pussy real quick.”

“Doll… as temptin’ as that sounds, I need more than a peek. Please. Handjob would be enough. With these soft hands wrapped around my cock… shittttt…” He lifts your hand, presses a slow, wet kiss to the center of your palm.

You pretend to think, tapping your glossy lip. “It’s still cheap… but fine. Under some conditions.”

“Anything, doll. Name it.”

“Okay, hear me out.” You lean in close, lips brushing his ear. “I give you a handjob till you cum once. You give me that twenty… and you eat me out till I cum twice. Twice. Deal?”

Toji’s smirk stretches slow, feral, eyes going dark. “Deal.”

Toji Fushiguro really thought you were some clever little thing, playing hardball, thinking you’d come out on top. But nah.

You’re just a dumb, pretty girl who has no fucking clue whose hands she just fell into. You really thought that was a bargain? You really thought you held the power here? Poor thing.

He’s almost sad he’s only getting those soft fingers around his cock for twenty measly bucks. Almost. Because you just handed him the keys to that sweet, dripping pussy on a silver platter.

He gets to bury his face between your thighs, tongue-fuck you stupid, suck on your clit till you’re crying and shaking and creaming all over his scarred mouth—twice—and all it was only gonna cost him a crumpled twenty.

More for him. Way more.

He’s already imagining it, your knees hooked over his shoulders, those knee-high boots digging into his back, red-glossed lips parted in a gasp while he laps at you like a starving man. Your fingers yanking his hair, hips bucking, calling him every filthy name while he drinks you down like it’s the only meal he’s had in days.

Yeah. You thought you won this round, doll. But Toji’s about to eat like a king for twenty fucking dollars. And you’re gonna cum so hard you forget your own name.

Twice at that.

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“So… where we goin’? Motel?”

Toji throws his head back and laughs—loud, rough, the kind of bark that echoes off the empty street like he just heard the funniest goddamn joke of the year.

“Doll, if I had cash for a motel room right now, I’d already have you pinned against that wall over there, fuckin’ you stupid till the bricks leave marks on your ass.”

You scoff, crossing your arms under your tits so they push up even higher in that barely-there top.

“Broke-ass,” you mutter, rolling your eyes hard enough to hurt.

He just grins wider, scar tugging at the corner of his mouth. You huff, annoyed but already turning on your heel.

“Fine. My place then. Come on.”

Toji falls in step behind you without a word—big, silent, looming. Like a good puppy.

Except this puppy’s built like a goddamn grizzly bear that’s been starving for red meat and pussy in equal measure. Every few steps he brushes against you on purpose, big hand grazing the small of your back, knuckles dragging along the curve of your hip, thumb hooking just under the hem of your tiny skirt like he’s testing how easy it’d be to flip it up. You swat him away each time, half-hearted, mostly because the heat of his palm makes your skin prickle in ways you’re not ready to admit.

Ten minutes of that and you’re finally pushing open the door to your apartment.

It’s decent. Better than decent, honestly. Clean lines, soft lighting, nice couch that didn’t come from the curb, plants you actually remember to water. Not luxury, but comfortable. Paid-for. The kind of place that makes Toji’s brows lift when he steps inside and kicks the door shut behind him.

He doesn’t say it out loud, but you can see the question flickering behind those sharp green eyes. Why the fuck are you doing this for twenty bucks?

Truth is, you’ve got enough. Rent’s covered, fridge isn’t empty, closet’s full of shit that costs more than his entire net worth right now. But it’s been ages since you’ve seen a man like him—raw, rough, built like he could snap you in half and make you thank him for it.

The soft boys who book you for hours always feel like playing pretend. This one? He’s real. Dangerous. Hungry. And yeah, maybe you’re a little wet just from the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only meal on the menu.

But you’re not about to let him know that. No way you’re handing him the upper hand this easy. Might as well bleed that last crumpled twenty out of him while you’re at it.

Toji doesn’t waste a single heartbeat.

The second the lock clicks, his hands are on you—big, scarred palms clamping around your waist, yanking you flush against his front. Hard chest to your back, thick cock already grinding shamelessly against your ass through both your clothes. His mouth drops to your neck like he’s been dreaming about it. Hot, wet tongue dragging up the side of your throat, teeth scraping, sucking hard enough to bruise. He’s groaning low, animal, like a stray dog finally let at a steak.

You squirm, shoving at his forearms even as your head tips back on instinct.

“Eww—get off. Lemme shower at least.”

He freezes for half a second, mouth still latched to your pulse.

“Doll,” he rasps against your skin, voice wrecked, “you better be fuckin’ kidding me.”

You raise a brow, twisting just enough to shoot him a look. “What now?”

“I don’t care about that shit.” His hands slide lower, greedy, squeezing the meat of your hips, thumbs dipping under the waistband of your skirt. “You smell like sex already. I want you like this.”

You snort, trying to sound unimpressed even as your cunt flutters at the gravel in his voice. “Well, you look like someone who doesn’t give a fuck about hygiene, so.”

He growls—actually growls—nips your earlobe hard enough to sting, then lets you go just enough for you to slip away.

You saunter toward the bedroom on purpose, hips swaying, boots clicking slow. You can feel his stare burning holes through the back of your skirt.

Toji follows like he’s tethered. He shuts the door with a heavy click, the sound echoing like a promise in the dim bedroom light. Toji's on you before you can even turn fully—big hands gripping your hips, yanking you back against his chest, mouth crashing down on yours like he's trying to devour every breath you've got. His tongue's rough, invasive, tasting like cheap cigarettes and raw hunger, and fuck, it's been months since he's had a woman this fine in his grasp.

Soft skin, plump curves, that bratty little mouth—he's half-hard just from the smell of your perfume mixed with the faint tang of arousal already leaking from between your thighs. Too bad the deal's got him leashed; he can't bury his fat cock balls-deep like he wants, split you open till you're sobbing. But fair enough. He'll take the scraps. The breadcrumbs. Whatever the fuck you toss his way, he'll lap it up like the starving dog he is.

He breaks the kiss, dragging his scarred lips down your jaw, your throat, sucking bruises into the soft skin there while one hand slides up to grope your tit through the crop top. Squeezes hard, thumb rolling over the hard nipple poking through. His other hand's already dipping lower, fingers hooking under your skirt, but you smack his head—sharp, stinging.

"Owww, what the fuck, doll?"

You pull back, smirking, eyes half-lidded and smoky. "What did I tell you? You're breaking the deal already, caveman."

He groans, rubbing the spot on his skull, but his cock twitches in his jeans like it's got a mind of its own. "Ughhh, fine. Jesus fuckin' Christ."

"Don't act like you've never seen a woman, okay? Take it slow. I'll show you how to do things right." Your voice drops, all honey and tease, as you saunter over to the bed. You perch on the edge, legs crossed prim for a second, then beckon him with one crooked finger. "C'mere, big boy."

Toji chuckles low, that gravelly rumble that vibrates straight to your clit. He stalks over, drops to his knees between your legs like he's worshiping at an altar. Big hands rest on your thighs, waiting—barely. You uncross your legs slow, deliberate, spreading them wide till the cool air hits the damp heat between. His gaze locks there, Adam's apple bobbing hard as he swallows, throat working like he's already parched.

You lean back on your elbows, smirking, and inch your tiny skirt up—higher, higher—revealing the sheer black stockings clinging to your thighs. No fuckin' panties in sight. Just bare, glistening cunt winking at him under the thin barrier of nylon.

As expected of a whore.

Toji leans in close—too close—nose brushing the inside of your thigh, inhaling deep like a junkie getting his fix. His eyes fucking roll back, a low groan ripping from his chest. Fuckin'… finally. Smell of a real pussy after so goddamn long. He's dizzy with it, head spinning, fresh precum beading at his tip and soaking through his boxers. Thick, sticky, begging for relief.

"Mister…?"

His eyes snap up, dark and feral. "Yeah, doll?"

You bite your lip, all innocent-like even as your hand trails down. "Do you like what you see?"

"Very fuckin' much, doll… lemme see it proper, yeah?" His big paws crawl up your thighs, calluses scraping deliciously, thumbs pressing into the meat like he owns it.

You smack his hands away again, giggling soft and mean. Then, slow as sin, you shimmy the skirt off completely, tossing it aside. Toji's breath hitches.

Just those slutty stockings framing your bare, dripping cunt. He drags both hands down his face, groaning like he's in pain, scar twisting with the motion.

"Shit… you filthy little tease. Gonna make me bust in my pants just lookin' at this pretty whore hole." He's throbbing so hard it hurts, cock straining the zipper, but he can't touch yet.

You crawl backward to the headboard, ass sliding on the sheets, then lean back all lazy and luxurious. Knees hook up to your tits, spreading yourself obscenely wide—pussy lips parting, slick already stringing between your folds. Toji crawls after you like a predator, face hovering right over that stocking-covered mound, hot breath fanning through the nylon.

"Mister…"

"Yeah?" His voice is wrecked, barely a rasp.

Your whole vibe shifts, the bratty girl gone, replaced by full-on vixen. Sweet, seductive poison dripping from your tongue as you drag two fingers through your own slick folds, parting them further, clit peeking out swollen and needy.

Toji's never seen anything like it. This perfect mix of dumb-pretty and downright demonic, luring him in like a siren ready to drown him in his own cum.

"Mister… lick here." You tap your clit lightly, smirking.

He doesn't hesitate. Leans in, tongue flat and broad, stripes one long, slow lick right up the center, through the stockings, tasting salt and musk and you.

That first drag has you arching, a gasp ripping out as stars burst behind your eyes. You almost saw heaven. Pure fucking heaven.

But the man between your legs? Already there. Eyes fluttering shut, savoring the tang like it's ambrosia, a low moan vibrating against your skin.

But he stops. Pulls back just enough to roll the flavor on his tongue, smirking up at you.

You whine, frustrated, grab a fistful of his dark hair and shove his mouth back down. "Don't stop, you broke fuck—lick it."

Hips buck up, grinding your leaking cunt against his face as he finally dives in. Tongue lapping sloppy and desperate, pressing through the nylon, sucking at the fabric like he can draw your juices straight out. Wet smacks fill the room, his groans muffled against your heat.

"Fuck, doll… taste so goddamn sweet. Leakin' like a faucet for me." He growls it between licks, nose bumping your clit, making you jolt.

You push his head back suddenly, breathing hard. He looks up, lips shiny with your slick, scar glistening, eyes black with lust.

You bite your bottom lip, all swollen and red, then reach down and rip the seam of your stockings open with a sharp tear, just enough to expose your bare, dripping pussy fully. Slick coats your inner thighs, clit throbbing visibly.

Toji cusses under his breath—"Holy shit, you nasty little slut"—then presses a filthy, open-mouthed kiss right to your folds.

Tongue dives in deep, spearing into your hole, fucking you with it slow and nasty while his thumb finds your clit, circles it rough. "Gonna make this greedy cunt squirt for me, huh? Twice, like we said. Bet you're already close, clenchin' on my tongue like a vice."

You moan loud, back arching, fingers twisting harder in his hair. "Y-yeah… right there, more, more."

He obeys, lips sealing around your clit, sucking with wet, obscene pops while two thick fingers shove inside, curling up, hitting that spongy spot dead-on. Pumps them fast, squelching loud in the quiet room, your walls fluttering, sucking him deeper.

"Shit, doll, you're tight—gonna cream all over my face? Do it. Flood my mouth, you filthy bitch." His words buzz against your skin, free hand pinning your thigh wider, bruising.

It builds fast, coils tight in your gut, thighs shaking. "Oh god—fuck, I'm gonna—" You shatter, cunt spasming hard around his fingers, gushing slick that he laps up greedy, tongue flicking your clit through the waves. You scream it, hips jerking, vision blurring white.

He doesn't stop. Keeps fingering through it, slower now, drawing out every aftershock till you're whimpering, oversensitive.

"That's one, doll." He pulls back just enough to grin, chin dripping, eyes locked on yours. "Ready for number two? Or you tappin' out already?"

You collapse back against the pillows, chest heaving like you just ran a marathon in heels. Legs limp, thighs trembling, cunt still fluttering with aftershocks—pulsing weak little clenches around nothing.

Slick’s smeared everywhere, your inner thighs, the torn stockings, the sheets beneath your ass. That orgasm ripped through you so hard you swear you blacked out for a second. Brain fuzzy, body boneless. You can’t even close your legs properly; they just flop open, obscene and spent.

Toji’s not having it.

He snatches your wrist, big scarred fingers wrapping easy around it and hauls you upright like you weigh nothing.

“Get up, doll. Don’t fuckin’ pass out on me now.” His voice is wrecked, thick with need, but there’s that mean edge. “How the hell are you a whore with this little stamina? Thought you’d be built for this shit.”

You manage a weak, breathy “Shut up…” but it comes out more like a whine.

He laughs low, dark, dragging your slack hand straight to the obscene bulge still straining his jeans.

“You’re so goddamn selfish, doll. Just gonna doze off after you got your fill? I’m the one payin’ here. Help a broke bastard out, yeah?”

The second your palm presses against him, that fat cock jumps under the denim—hot, thick, throbbing like it’s got its own goddamn heartbeat. Your eyes snap wide despite how heavy your lids feel. Jesus. Even through the fabric it feels monstrous. You fumble with weak, shaky fingers, button, zipper, till it springs free.

Toji Jr. slaps against his abs with a wet smack, angry red, veins bulging, tip already leaking a fat pearl of precum that strings down the shaft. The thing twitches happily, like it’s finally seeing daylight after ages in solitary. Another bead wells up immediately, dripping slow and sticky.

“Here, doll,” he growls, voice cracking with desperation. “Jerk me off. I’ll fuckin’ die if I gotta wait any longer.”

You nod dumb, hazy, still floating and wrap both hands around him. Soft palms, pretty nails, no calluses. Heaven for him. Toji’s head lolls back instantly, a long, guttural groan ripping out of his throat.

“Fuuuuck… that’s it, doll… oh god… finally some soft fuckin’ hands…” His hips jerk forward on instinct, fucking shallow into your grip. He almost blows right then—cock pulsing hard, a tiny spurt of precum dribbling over your knuckles. “Shit… almost came just from that. Keep goin’… yeah, like that…”

You stroke him proper now, slow at first, then firmer, twisting at the head the way you know makes men lose their minds. Your legs are still splayed wide in front of him, ruined pussy on full display, puffy lips, clit still swollen, slick shining under the bedroom light. Toji’s eyes keep dropping there, hungry, feral.

“Doll…” His voice is hoarse, pleading. “Fuck… can I… can I move closer? Please. He just wanna be near her.”

You blink up at him, confused, still stroking lazy.

“He…?”

He jerks his chin down at his own leaking cock.

“Please, babe. Just near. We don’t gotta make ‘em touch. Just… lemme feel that heat. Been so long since I was this close to a pussy.”

How the fuck are you supposed to say no to that wrecked look in his eyes? You’re half-gone yourself, cunt still tingling, thighs sticky with your own mess.

“Fineeee…” you drawl, lazy and teasing even as your heart kicks up.

Toji shifts forward fast, knees spreading your legs wider, fat cock hovering inches from your bare, dripping slit. So close you can feel the heat radiating off him, the occasional twitch brushing the air between you.

One hard thrust and he’d be buried to the hilt, stretching you stupid. You don’t trust the bastard not to try it… but fuck, at this rate? You might not even stop him.

You stroke faster, eager now, hungry to see how much this loaded fucker can unload. Those heavy balls are drawn tight, swollen, promising a flood. You twist your wrist on every upstroke, thumb swiping over the slit, smearing precum everywhere.

“Doll—slow down—agghhh fuck—” His abs clench, thighs shaking. “I’m gonna—”

“Cumming, doll—” He erupts.

Not a polite little spurt. A goddamn geyser.

Thick ropes of cum shoot out—hot, endless—splattering your thighs first, then painting your pussy lips, dripping down your slit, coating your clit in pearly white. Another pulse hits your belly, streaking up to the underside of your tits.

You keep pumping, milking him ruthless, angling him so every jet lands on your skin. It won’t stop. Pulse after pulse, his cum keeps pumping out—sticky, warm, obscene amounts—like his balls have been saving it up just for you. You swear it lasts a full minute: him groaning broken, hips stuttering, cock jerking in your grip while you wring him dry.

Finally—finally—he slumps back, sitting heavy on his heels, chest heaving. Dick still half-hard, twitching weakly, smeared glossy with his own load and your spit-slick hands.

“Doll…” he rasps, voice shot to hell, eyes locked on the mess he made of you. Cum dripping slow down your thighs, pooling in the crease where leg meets cunt, streaking your ruined stockings. “Look at that… fucked up my twenty bucks worth of paradise and painted you like a goddamn canvas.”

He licks his lips, scar tugging, already looking like he’s thinking about round two.

********************

Toji’s still catching his breath, slumped back on his heels, chest rising and falling like he just ran ten blocks. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs—still twitching, still leaking the last sluggish drops of that insane load he just painted you with.

It’s obscene. Filthy. And you? You’re just lying there, legs still hiked up lazy, knees bent toward your tits, cunt on full display like a goddamn invitation.

Your fingers trail through the mess absentmindedly—swiping a glob of his spend, rubbing it slow between your swollen lips, circling your clit with it like lube. You’re not even trying to be sexy; you’re just… fascinated. Amused, almost.

“Holy shit,” you mutter under your breath, half-laughing. “There’s so fucking much.”

Toji’s eyes snap to the motion. His cock jerks hard, already swelling again, thickening against his abs like it never even softened. He hasn’t seen a sight this depraved in years.

A pretty little whore playing with his cum like it’s finger paint, smearing it over her puffy clit, dipping a fingertip inside herself just to feel how slick and full she is from him.

That’s it. He snaps.

No warning. No asking. Just big scarred hands clamping around the backs of your knees, yanking your legs up high and folding you in half to a nice fuckin' mating press. Your ass lifts off the bed, cunt presented like a gift.

“Mister—what the fu—ahhhhh!”

He doesn’t hesitate. Lines up that fat, leaking head and rams forward—whole length sinking in one brutal slide. Your walls are still loose and fluttering from the last orgasm, soaked with your own slick and now his cum acting like the world’s dirtiest lube. It’s obscene how easy he bottoms out, balls slapping wet against your ass, cockhead kissing your cervix in one go.

Your mouth falls open on a broken moan. Eyes rolling straight back, tongue lolling for a second before you can even form words. He stays buried deep, perfectly still, hips locked flush. You can feel every thick vein pulsing inside you, stretching you stupid.

“Mister—noooo—”

He leans down, scarred lips brushing your ear, voice gravel and wrecked.

“Name’s Toji, doll.”

“T-Tojiiii…” You whimper it, hips twitching despite yourself. “You… you promised—”

“I know, I know.” He exhales hard through his nose, fighting not to move. “But you’re such a fuckin’ tease, doll. Parading this greedy little cunt around, playin’ with my cum like that… how the hell am I supposed to hold back? And look—” He rolls his hips just enough to make you gasp. “This tight pussy’s grippin’ me like it never wants me to leave. You don’t hate this, yeah?”

You bite your lip hard, cheeks burning, eyes sliding away because, fuck—he’s right. Your walls are fluttering around him, sucking him deeper like they’re begging.

“Look at me, doll.” He grabs your chin, forces your gaze back to his. Green eyes dark, pupils blown. “Lemme have this. I’ll make you cum so hard on my cock you forget your own name. Deal?”

You hesitate one heartbeat… then nod, small and needy. Your hips already cant up, chasing that delicious stretch.

Toji chuckles—low, filthy—and presses your thighs harder to your tits, folding you tighter. Then he starts fucking you like a man possessed.

No buildup. No mercy. Just brutal, deep thrusts pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, balls slapping wet and loud against your ass. He yanks your top down with his teeth, freeing your tits, and latches onto one nipple sucking hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking mean while his hips never stop pistoning.

“Fuck—Tojiiii—” Your voice cracks, nails digging into his shoulders. “Right there—ahhh—right there—”

“Yeah? You like that spot, doll? Gonna cream all over this fat cock?” He switches to the other nipple, biting down just enough to sting. “C’mon, give it to me. Milk me dry again.”

You shatter fast—too fast it's almost embarassing. Walls clamping down like a vice, fluttering wildly as you cum with a broken scream. “Tojiiii—cumming—m'cumming—!”

He groans like he’s dying. “You beat me to it, huh? Greedy little—fuck—”

Your orgasm milks him ruthless—squeezing, rippling, pulling him deeper. He tries to hold on, jaw clenched, but it’s useless.

“Doll… you’re fuckin’ milking meeeee—”

He slams in one last time and unloads.

Deeper than before. Hot, thick spurts painting your insides, flooding you till it’s leaking out around his shaft with every weak twitch of his hips. More than last time—way more. Endless ropes filling you up, spilling out, making a creamy mess where you’re joined. He bites down on the soft swell of your tit ,hard enough to leave marks while you fist his hair, yanking, moaning through the overstimulation.

Finally he stills. Breathing ragged. Cock still buried, softening slow inside your stuffed cunt.

He pulls out with a wet suck, his cum immediately gushing out, pooling on the sheets. You’re a wreck: legs limp, tits marked, pussy gaping and leaking, eyes already fluttering shut.

“Hey—hey, doll—” He pats your cheek lightly. “Don’t pass out on me now.”

Too late.

You’re gone, eyes rolling back, body going slack, fucked-out and unconscious from cock alone.

Toji just laughs—low, rough, a little disappointed. “Fuckin’ lightweight… wanted to rail you all night.”

He presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to your forehead, then tucks himself away, zips up, and slips out quiet.

***************

When your eyes crack open again, sunlight’s slicing through the blinds. Morning.

Your whole body aches in the best-worst way—thighs sticky, cunt sore and puffy, the unmistakable throb of being stretched and filled too deep. You sit up slow, wincing, looking around.

No Toji. Anywhere.

Bed’s cold on his side. Bathroom empty. Living room deserted. For a second you wonder if you hallucinated the whole thing—some fever-dream fuck from a broke stranger who smelled like smoke and danger.

But the dull ache between your legs, the dried cum flaking on your skin, the bruises blooming on your tits? Yeah. Real.

Annoyed, horny, and weirdly disappointed, you shuffle back to the bedroom.

And there it is.

On your nightstand: one crumpled twenty-dollar bill.

Next to it, a scrap of paper, torn from some receipt probably. Ugly, blocky handwriting scrawled across it.

His number.

On the flip side, in the same messy scrawl:

“Call me, doll. Next time I’ll pay you 30$.”

You stare at it for a long second. Then you laugh—hoarse, tired, but real. Exhaustion still clings to your bones, but heat’s already pooling low in your belly again.

Yeah. You’re definitely earning that thirty.

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Love & lies

marriage is all about compromise. he tells you what to do, and you do the exact opposite.

synopsis : you made a promise to your husband... only to break it in the end. what to do, every action has consequences. yours just happened to be waiting on the couch.

content warning : nsfw / oral (f receiving & giving) / mild dom-sub dynamics / discipline kink / punishment & praise / brat taming / breeding implication / soft aftercare / mdni / 18+.

You thought you were being slick.

Sneaking back home after staying up late at a girl's night out. Your husband had made it very clear, either be home by 10 p.m. or he'd come with you if you planned to stay out late. You’d chosen the curfew, kissed his cheek, and swore you’d behave. But now it’s 1 a.m., your heels are dangling from your fingers, and you’re tiptoeing through the front door like a little thief.

You pause in the hallway, holding your breath as you close the door with the softest click you can manage. The house is dark and quiet. You start to exhale, relief washing over you, until you flip on the hallway light and,

“Kento…” you whisper, eyes widening.

There he is, sitting on the living room couch, still in his shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, legs spread like he owns every inch of this house and you. His glasses catch the light, and he looks entirely unimpressed.

“1:04,” Nanami says, voice calm. It was too calm.

You clutch your heels tighter. “I didn’t think you’d wait up…”

He stands slowly, straightening to his full height, and you shrink a little under his gaze. “You promised you'd be home before ten.”

“I know,” you say, edging toward him. “But things ran late, and we lost track of time, and—”

“And I gave you a choice,” he cuts in. “You didn’t want me tagging along if it ran late, so I gave you a curfew. You agreed.”

With no other choice, you try the smile. The "I'm your cute little wife don’t be mad" smile. “I know, but... I missed you. I’m here now?”

Nanami stares down at you, his jaw ticking. “You could’ve called. Texted. I was about to start calling hospitals.”

Okay, maybe you pushed it a little far. “I’m sorry,” you say, moving closer, placing your palm on his chest. “Really, I am.”

Nanami doesn’t flinch. “You think it’s fun making me worry about you? Walking around this city at night alone, heels in your hand like a lost kitten?”

Your lip twitches, not from guilt, but because god, he’s hot when he’s mad.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you murmur, pressing up on your toes to kiss his jaw.

He sighs, but doesn’t stop you when your hands slide down his chest, your fingers working at the buttons of his shirt.

“Not gonna work this time,” he warns, but his voice is huskier, betraying him.

You grin up at him with wide eyes. “Sure about that?”

Your knees hit the floor in front of him before he can answer. Nanami’s hand immediately tangles in your hair when your lips wrap around him. The weight of his cock on your tongue is heavy and warm, twitching with need despite the way he’s trying to keep his composure.

“You’re unbelievable,” he mutters, voice low, almost breathless. “Think you can misbehave and get away with it just because you know how to suck cock.”

You moan around him deliberately, eyes fluttering up to meet his. Your mascara’s a little smudged, lips stretched wide, spit coating your chin. It’s such a sight, the way your cheeks hollow, the wet sounds you make, how your head bobs like you’re desperate to be good for him.

Nanami groans loud. His hand tightens in your hair, hips giving a slow, involuntary thrust. “Fuck… that mouth. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

You hum a yes around him, hands sliding up his thighs and digging in. You pull back slowly, his tip glistening with spit, and whisper, “You’re too stressed. Lemme fix it.”

“I am stressed,” he growls, “because my bratty little wife doesn’t listen.”

But he doesn’t stop you. Can’t stop you. His head tips back as you sink down again, mouth fucking him deep and slow, throat stretching around him. His abs flex as you swallow, lips sealing tight, tongue dragging just right, he’s close, he’s so fucking close—

His release hits hard, thick heat flooding your mouth in hot spurts. You take every drop like a good girl, blinking up at him with a smug smile.

Nanami exhales like he’s been holding it in all night. “You’re lucky your mouth’s good.”

You beam, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, thinking you won. He’s already zipping up, tugging you to your feet.

“You’re grounded for the week.”

Your smile drops. “What?!”

“Starting now. No phone after 9 p.m., no going out, no sleepovers, and I’m picking you up from work.”

“But that’s not—Kento, that’s not fair!”

“You can throw a tantrum if you want.” He’s already lifting you off the floor like it’s nothing, carrying you toward the bedroom. “Won’t change a thing.”

You’re squirming in his arms. “You can’t just—! You literally came in my mouth and now you’re grounding me?!”

He raises a brow. “Should’ve thought of that before sneaking in like a little thief. What else am I supposed to do? Reward you?“ He kicks the bedroom door shut.

Your pout deepens. “You’re so mean.”

He tosses you on the bed, crawls on top of you with a dark look in his eyes. “Mean, huh?” he says, hand sliding up your skirt, fingers pressing between your legs. “You’ve been soaked since I started scolding you.”

“Shut up—”

“Shameless,” he mutters, sliding your panties aside. “You like being punished. That’s the problem.”

Your thighs twitch as his fingers dip in, slick and messy. “Ngh—Kento…”

“Bet you’ve been thinking about this all night. Bet you kept looking at the time, thinking, ‘If I go home late, he’s gonna fuck me stupid."

“Nooo,” you lie terribly, hips rocking into his hand.

“Such a bad liar.” He’s already working you open, two fingers curling perfectly, thumb circling your clit slow and cruel. “And you’re definitely not getting off until I say.”

“But—!”

His lips crash into yours. The kiss is all tongue and teeth as he spreads you wider. Fingers in your cunt are relentless, as he mutters how irresponsible you are, how this is the only language you seem to understand.

By the time he’s fucking you into the mattress, you’re boneless, crying into the sheets, legs shaking, tears mixing with drool on the pillow. And still he doesn’t let up.

“You made me wait up,” he says, hips snapping into you deep and fast. “Now it's your turn.”

You’re begging and he loves it. You try to be good and hold it. You really do. But then he reaches under you, fingers on your clit again, the angle makes your whole body seize—“I’m gonna—! Kento, please—!”

“Go ahead,” he whispers. “You’re already grounded. Might as well make it worth it.”

You come with a scream, walls pulsing around him as he spills deep inside you seconds later, fucking his cum back in with lazy thrusts. You’re completely gone, clinging to him as he kisses your temple and strokes your hair.

“Still grounded,” he says against your skin.

“Ughhh,” you groan dramatically. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet,” he murmurs, lifting you in his arms, bridal style, “you’re soaking again.”

“Shut up.”

He lays you in bed, kisses your neck, palms your ass like you’re his favorite toy.

“Kento…”

“One more,” he whispers. “Since you’re already in trouble.”

You giggle softly, breathless. “Fine. But only if I can be more late next time.”

He bites your shoulder in retaliation. You’re so getting grounded for two weeks next time.

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