thanks to semester break, you find yourself at yujicho's house nearly every day. spending an abnormal amount of time with your friends never seems to get boring. always doing something stupid, poking fun at each other and bullying megumi. he likes to think he's kept hostage but you wonder aloud why he's here so often if he doesn't want to be.
you're in the kitchen, drying your hands once again.
it reminds you of a couple weeks ago when you and sukuna were in here, having that argument over his poem. safe to say, you've never really forgotten about the poem. it's at the back of your mind whenever you see him.
his mind is so closed off, you just want to get inside and explore it.
sukuna comes downstairs, changed into his work uniform.
speak of the devil.
"better start paying rent if y'all are here all the time," he announces to the group.
a flurry of, 'hi sukuna's' spread through the room.
it's a running joke in the household now. he pretends to be annoyed that you guys are always over, but you truly see how he doesn't mind it all. you wonder if it's because he's happy his brothers have a solid friend group now.
he turns to you.
you smile at him, "hey."
"uh-oh," toge sounds. his gaze is fixed on the tv—only you know what he truly means. he's definitely hinting at you and sukuna and whatever is going to occur in the following minutes.
"move," he instructs you simply.
"say please," you reply.
another one from panda, "here we go."
he's watching tv.
totally.
"why would i do that?" sukuna scoffs.
"guess i'm not moving," you shrug, leaning over the counter.
sukuna rolls his eyes.
"really?"
you fixate on the tv, ignoring him. if he wants you to move, he better ask politely.
except that's not how sukuna moves.
he comes up behind you, hands placed on either sides of your waist. you gasp audibly, straightening up and gaining the attention of your friends. your back is met with his toned chest, heart sinking to the pit of your stomach.
sukuna shifts you to the other side. he lets go of you and opens the drawer he was intending to, acting like all of that didn't just happen.
the silence that follows is incredible.
in front of everyone? really?
"what?" he asks, looking up at you. "horny or something?"
"always horny for you," you comment.
the set of groans that come from your friends make you laugh. sukuna also lets out a deep chuckle.
"did you laugh? you never laugh," you point out.
you've found a way to study his every characteristic. it's easy for you to pick them out now.
"i'm laughing at you," he corrects, grabbing his keys.
"yeah?" you ask. "still laughed."
"whatever, i'm leaving," he says, walking off.
you clear your throat and let out a dramatic moan, "sukunaaaa~ don't leaveee~!"
toge and nobara exchange laughs as megumi puts his head in his hands from sheer exhaustion.
sukuna just shakes his head at the door, "you're so annoying."
and leaves.
however, you didn't catch the grin on his face when he was walking towards his car at how funny he thought that was.
what a strange girl, sukuna thinks.
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SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
I have a request. But it’s VERY and I mean VERY FREAKED OUT. Like shamefully so. So I apologize in advance and feel free to not do it if it’s too weird!
Okay so the reader comes home from work and finds Nanami being all domestic and whatnot and she surprises him with a gift! And it’s male lingerie! But it’s like a special kind where it has a thong and a harness and she asks him to model it for her and he does. Very flustered. You can chose whatever they do but I thought I would be nice to overstimulate him by grinding on his clothed bulged and the texture of the lingerie is so so good for both of them he accidentally cums in his pants and his dick is so big it peeks out of of the bottom part and then the reader could ride him while holding his harness or fuck him as she’s holding the harness or some shit like that and what I’d really like is for the reader to compliment Nanami so much that he cums and pees because he’s so horny and embarrassed and pathetic and he feels so so embarrassed ugh I need him.
I’m sorry you had to read this and yeah feel free to absolutely not to this!!
Here’s some inspo for the lingerie if you need it!
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a/n: I might have fallen in love with you
nanami x f!dom!reader| him wearing the set you bought him, dry-humping, fingering, pegging, overstimulation (he comes a lot + without touching his dick once), crying, praising, calling him princess once, male squirting (😈)
"Hey baby, what are you doing?" You walked into the kitchen, sitting down at the dining table with a mysterious grin plastered all over your features and a little shopping bag in your hands.
"Not much. Just preparing something for you." Answering without looking at you, he turned off the stove in his little apron. He handed you a plate, kissing your forehead before sitting down across from you. He looked at you expectantly as you started eating the food.
"Oh wow..."
You raised your eyebrows, and his expression fell immediately. "D-Do you not like it?" You shook your head immediately. It tasted amazing. Everything he made was amazing. You would be more than happy to be served plain rice for the rest of your life as long as it was from him.
"This tastes amazing, Kenny!" you exclaimed. He heaved a sigh of relief, and you laughed when he smiled shyly.
"Th-Thank you." You two ate while talking about this and that before he went on to wash the dishes. "I didn't notice you were still wearing your apron." You came up from behind him, hugging him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you pressed soft kisses to his shoulder.
"You look so good in it." You peppered kisses up his neck and he let out a breathy whine. As you swayed him slightly, giggling against his neck uppon noticing a shudder run down his spine, you grabbed the bag you had walked in with earlier, handing it to him.
Visibly confused, he washed his hands and grabbed the bag, looking at you with suspicion. He knew you, and he knew you well. The smile on your face suggested you were planning something. Frowning, he decided to peek inside. And the sight he got to see was just lewd.
'''You like?'' Once again, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses to his neck. His breath hitched.
"You can't just k-kiss me like that." He whimpered clutching at yoir shoulders. You let out a slight giggle letting go of him. "I want to see you in this." You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before you rushed out of the kitchen and he let out a deep breath, following you right after peeking down. You couldn't just touch him like that and think it wouldn't affect him.
Great.
Now he was horny. Hard.
He sighed finishing up the dishes and washing his hands. After, he dried them off, he went ahead and joined you in your shared bedroom. You handed him the bag expectantly, urging him to get changed. And who was he to say no? He rushed into the closet to get changed. And it didn't take long for him to come out in the pretty little set you had gotten him.
He couldn't find you at first. Suddenly, you were gone when he stepped back into the room. His dick was peeking out of the little crotch making it uncomfortable to walk for him, the sides of the harness dug into his flesh a bit, making him look so cute as his face went red.
He furrowed his brows when you once again wrapped your arms around him suddenly, but this time he could feel something poking his behind. "Y/n?"
You made sure to turn him around, making him face you before ensuring he rested against the bed. Then you climbed on top of him, pinned his arms to his sides and shut him up with a few kisses. ''You look so pretty, Ken.'' You muttered between kisses, averting your gaze to kiss his cheek, then pressing soft kisses to his neck as you ground your hips, your strap, against him subconsciously.
He squeezed his eyes shut once again, his hips twitching against yours. You rubbing against the fabric of his panties was driving him crazy. It was thin-layered, harsh, and made him feel very sensitive. "Such a pretty boy for me.'' His hips stuttered and he let out a huff, eyes fluttering open.
You on the other hand giggled, kissing down the side of his neck, making sure to kiss your way back up, sucking at the spot right beneath his ear, leaving a mark before sucking on his earlobe. He gasped, hands flailing to grab at your waist. But you slapped them away, pulling him in by his harness. ''Pretty boys don't touch, Ken.'' You whispered, pinning his arms to his sides again.
''I-I'm sorry...'' Oh, he was the cutest. So adorable you wanted to eat him up. Make him scream, whimper, whine. Make him forget his name.
''My beautiful boy.'' You whispered, pressing your lips against his. And he immediately let your tongue slip into his mouth, tracing the inside lining of his lips, taking control of him as he let himself go.
He was dangerously close already and very embarrassed about it. "W-Wait-" he whimpered into the kiss, trying to warn you about the gravity of the situation he found himself in. He was so close. The knot in his stomach was threatening to unravel without you even touching him correctly.
And you were well aware of that. Pushing him further to the edge. And then, he pulled away from the kiss, throwing his head back, hips stuttering as he made a mess in those panties. His little whimpers went straight to your core as you continued rubbing against him until he squirmed from overstimulation.
He was shaking, eyes hazy, legs shaking, mouth agape... But you weren't done with him. Not even close. His spurts of cum sprayed right against both of your stomachs. ''Look what the mess you made.'' You cleaned yourself up with your fingers before bringing them up to his mouth. And like the good boy he was, he sucked on your fingers even when you repeated the process with the cum on his stomach. Slurping up the mess he made.
''Such a good boy.''
You pressed one finger to his forehead before leaning back, grabbing his hips and flipping him over with his help. "Bend over, beautiful." You whispered the smirk evident in your voice. He squeezed his eyes shut, bending over as you stared at the backless panties that did everything to accentuate his ass.
You reached for your nightstand, grabbing some lube to lube up your fingers. You tossed the bottle aside, spreading his cheeks with one hand and two fingers of the other hand pushed into him. He was still stretched from the last time you two did it so it didn't take long for him to take one more finger.
His head fell and he whimpered and moaned, clenching around his fingers as you played inside him. With him pushing back against you like a slut in heat, it took everything in you not to just go crazy and fuck him stupid right now. He was so sensitive, fist gripping the sheets as he let out whine after whine, whimper after whimper, falling apart on your fingers. That's until you pushed against his prostate with every movement of your fingers. He gasped, back curling up as he came once again, painting your sheets white.
You laughed because it basically took nothing for him to come twice. And even though you couldn't see him, he covered his face in embarrassment. You lubed up your toy now, slapping it against his throbbing hole.
''Look at how pretty your hole is... It's basically begging for me.'' You whispered, rubbing your tip against his entrance.
"Isn't this g-going too... Fast?" He was cut off by you pushing your strap-on into him slowly until you bottomed out inside him.
"This is supposed to be a reward, baby."
"F-For what?"
"For you taking care of me, sweetheart." You ground the toy into him as he mewled into the sheets before you started thrusting into him slowly. He let out the cutest moans as you made sweet love to your pretty princess. "You're taking me so well, Kenny." You whispered, pushing into him once again. "Fuck and you're so pretty too...'' You chuckled, pulling him back by his harness as you fucked into him. "What did I do to deserve this?''
His back arched deliciously, moans and sobs getting caught in his throat as you used the harness to pull him back onto your strap with every thrust. His mind was going crazy, his tummy was full of you and you were hitting his prostate with every thrust.
''H-Honey... Sweet-Sweetheart, please!" He whimpered, begging for... He didn't even know what he was begging for. All he knew was that you were turning his brain into absolute mush. Tears streamed down his pretty face, and every time you bottomed out inside him, a bulge formed in his stomach.
He was an absolute mess.
Which is why it didn't come as a surprise to you when he came once again. This time, neither you nor he saw it coming. It just washed over him without warning.
''P-Pull out, please...'' He whispered, and you pulled the toy out of him slowly. His pretty hole made noises when you pulled out of him, turning him, making him lie on his back as you rubbed soothing circles into his hips. He took a few deep breaths and you raised one of his hands to press soft kisses to it. And he smiled. He was the cutest.
That's when you poked at his entrance and his eyes went wide. ''I c-can’t-''
''Please?'' You mumbled, rubbing against him once again, making him hiss, ''You look so pretty when you come.'' You whispered, aligning yourself with him. ''Give me one more.''
One thing about Nanami? He was a yes man when it came to you. And he could never say no to you. So he nodded as you pushed his legs apart further, pushing into him once again. This time you went slow, focusing on going as deep as you could.
He was spent as you held his things apart, eyes rolling back into his head. You made sure to angle your hips just right. Right enough to bruise his prostate every time. "You're the prettiest princess in the entire world, you know?''
''Y/n...'' he whimpered, warning you.
''Look at those pretty titts bouncing.'' You muttered, smacking his chest lightly.
''I-'' he was almost there, close to reaching the final state of madness. When you pressed down on the bulge your strap was forming inside him, right on his lower abdomen, he shrieked, hole physically pushing the toy out of himself as a thin liquid swuirted out of his dick. He gasped between sobs and your eyes widened at the sight you got to see. This sight alone made you want to go for five more rounds.
But you knew he was done for today. You wrapped yourself around him until his sobs died down. He was still shaking when you peppered soft kisses to his face, quivering when you rubbed soft circles into his sides, helping him come down from his high.
''That was s-so embarrassing..." he muttered into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around you. And you almost felt bad for him. He was such a cutie but you loved the sight of him squirting all over himself.
"My poor baby." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him all over, one hand in his hair. "You looked so cute. You had no idea what to do with yourself." You laughed, semi-feeling bad for laughing at him.
"Meanie..." he muttered, and you couldn't hold back your laughter anymore.
Synopsis: you go over to Satoru’s house and find him playing with himself ! :0
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It became normal for you to be at Satoru’s house, even when it wasn’t after school. You came on weekends, sitting in his lap while he plays video games. Usually you come in the afternoons, always waking up late on Saturday but today you woke up early. You decide to go to Satoru’s house early, opening the door with the spare key he had given you. Taking your shoes off at the door and setting them neatly together. You call out for him, hearing no response you step inside, raising a brow.
As you get close to his door you hear moaning, blood going cold you grab the handle, slowly twisting it and before you open it you hear your name being moaned out. You blush, opening the door and peeking inside. Satoru sits on his bed, back against the headboard with his legs spread. You squint, noticing the flesh colored object in his hand. You blush harder after realizing it’s a pocket pussy. He moans, dragging the toy off his dick before slamming it down with a whimper of your name.
His other hand lifts to his face, he’s holding his phone, looking at it intensely as he jerks himself off with the toy. He scrolls on his phone, a video plays and you hear your voice, laughing at him while calling his name. He groans, hips jerking into the toy as he bites his lip. You feel yourself get wet, legs pushing together as you watch him get off. Slowly pushing the door open and stepping inside you sneak over to him, his bed facing away from the door. You get close to his ear, smelling the sweat off him you shudder, blowing against his ear. “ Toru~”
He jolts, letting out a choked moan as he turns his head to you, eyes wide. You look down at him, the toy fully sheathed against him as sweat rolls down his body. His hair is a mess, locks falling in his face, some sticking to his forehead from the sweat. He quickly tries to hide his phone, setting it under his leg. You laugh at that, grabbing his wrist. “ I already saw it~ you jerking off to me? Naughty boy Toru~” he blushes harder, stammering an excuse.
“ Do you usually do this before I show up?” You ask, watching as he looks away. “ you- you usually come later.. so i sometimes- often, do this..” he mumbles. You giggle, kneeling on the bed. He feels the bed dip at your weight, looking up at you. “ I’m sorry- is this gross? I swear this is the first-“ moving to his lap, you kiss him before he can finish. You hands finding his cheeks, he moans into the kiss. His eyes closing as your lips move together. His tongue licking your lip asking for permission. You open your mouth, letting him push his tongue in.
The kiss is hot and passionate, his hands groping you through your clothes. He moves under your shirt, cupping your breasts. You moan softly, huffing through your nose. You pull away, watching as he pants, eyes glossy and drool dripping past his lips. You blush, looking down at the toy still on his dick, he’s still hard so you take hold of the toy, slowly moving it for him. He groans, looking up at you. “ oh g-god-“ he chokes out, leaning forward to breathe in your scent. You shudder, feeling his hot breath against you as he moans. His hips buck into the toy, eyes watering slightly.
“ ‘m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this- fuh- fuck-!” His hips slam up into the toy. “ I wanted to be your good boy, didnt want you to see how dirty I am.. fucking a toy that I named after you while watching videos of you.. I can't help myself. So pretty and soft..” he moans, arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer. You hold the toy still, letting him thrust into it. “ So so soft.. it drives me crazy when you touch me.” He nuzzled into your neck, kissing it softly. His hands slide up and down your sides, feeling every curve of your body.
You shudder, face red as you look at him. “ Stop it, you’re embarrassing me..” you mutter. “ it’s like you’re in love with me or something..” you laugh, pausing when he stays quiet. “ Toru?” You lean back, looking down at him. His face is beet red, eyes wide as he sweats. “ Satoru. Are you in love with me??” You ask, watching as he looks away from you. “ well- yeah, I have for a while now.. will this get weird?” He asks, pulling you closer so he can rest his cheek against your chest. “ We've already been acting like a couple.. why not?” You answer, cupping his face. “ plus, I do get kinda jealous when you talk to your nerd friends and play games with that girl.. even though she’s not real..”
He pulls you closer. “ you’re all I’ll ever need. For the rest of my life you’re all I need.” He kisses your cheek. “ Also that girl in the game reminds me of you so..” he trails off, making you laugh. “I guessed.” Is all you say before pressing your lips to his. This kiss is slow and soft, his hands gently stroking your skin. You rub his cheeks with your thumbs, massaging his skin. He shifts, pulling the toy off himself and laying you on your back. He leans over you, smiling. “ Now that we’re together.. how about you let me treat you right?” He says, leaning down to kiss your neck. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, nodding.
He kisses you softly before moving to kiss your neck, his hands stroke your skin, sending shivers throughout your whole body. He chuckles, kissing your stomach. You spread your legs, feeling him get between them. He pulls your skirt and underwear off, kissing your legs. “ so soft..” he mutters while rubbing his cheek against your skin, he sets your leg down and spreads you open more, leaning close to kiss the inside of your thigh. He holds you open, licking a stripe up your folds before sucking gently on your clit. You moan, looking down at him. “ Toru..
He shudders at his name, eyes closing as he eats you out, tongue lapping at your entrance before pushing in. You moan, grabbing his hair and tugging at it and causing him to moan against your pussy, your juices running down his chin. He pulls back, licking his lips. “ You taste so sweet, howd I get so lucky.. my perfect girl..” he leans down, kissing you. You kiss back, moaning against his lips. “ Toru.. hurry up.” You whine, gently tugging at his hair. He chuckles, kissing your wrists after grabbing it. “ Okay, okay” he laughs, kissing your fingers.
You watch as he leans forward, reaching into the table by his bed. He pulls out a condom, leaning back on his heels and tearing the condom open with his teeth, watching the flex in his arm as he does so. He rolls the condom on, biting his lip, glasses slipping. You laugh, spreading your legs. “ Have you had the condoms this whole time? Or recently?” You ask, watching his face go red. “ I got them recently.. I was going to ask you out correctly and bring you back here..” he mumbles towards the end of the sentence. You giggle, waving him down.
He moves to lean over you, smiling softly. “ You're so cute, gosh thankfully I got to you before anyone else could.” You mumble, feeling him get closer. He holds you open, pushing his tip against you. Biting down on your lip and gripping the sheets, you feel him stretch you open. You knew he was big but god- you didn’t know he was this big. With every small buck of his hips he gets deeper inside you, finally, he’s buried inside you, tip kissing your cervix.
You gasp, eyes watering slightly. “ Holy fuck- Toru~!” You clench down on him, biting your lip while tossing your head back. He grunts, grabbing your hips. “ fuh-fuck. You’re so tight..” he whines, rolling his hips into you, testing to see if you’re ready. You whimper, covering your mouth. “ shit, I feel you pulse around my cock, you like it that much? Cmon, tell me how you’re feeling, baby..”
Your eyes widen at the pet name, cheeks burning. “ feels so- so good! I needed you inside me, always so full of my fingers, I needed you to fill me up more.” You moan out, grabbing his arm. His glasses slip from his face, sitting on his nose weirdly. You laugh softly, watching as he leans back. He takes them off, setting them on your face before grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. “ Hold these for me sweetheart.” You moan, looking through the blurry glass of his glasses.
He starts to thrust into you, his pace starting off slow and passionate. He wants to feel everything, you whine, squirming underneath him as he thrusts slowly. Each slow drag of his tip against your g-spot has you arching, back lifting from the bed as he starts to slowly pick up the pace. He grunts, biting his lip as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you up slightly so he can fuck into you deeper, hips moving back and forth, into your soaking wet core.
He shudders against your ear, you can feel he’s slowly losing control, hands gripping your hips harsher and his breathing becoming labored. He pulls out for a moment, flipping you onto your stomach and thrusting in, the position makes it so he’s rubbing against your walls like crazy. You squeal, eyes rolling back as he starts to fucl you harder.
His bed frame slams against the walls, pillows knocked down from the movement you two are making. He groans, holding your ass apart so he can watch himself thrust into you. He spits against your ass, watching it roll to his dick, pushing in and out of you. He moans, pushing his thumb into your ass, this makes you instantly tense, clamping against him, tight. He grunts, leaning his head against your neck. “ fuck. So tight around me.. gonna cum soon pretty girl?” He whispers the name against your neck, causing you to moan loudly.
He chuckles, spreading his legs more and shifting to lay on top of you. You gasp, feeling his thick bicep curl around your neck. He puts you in a headlock, slamming his hips against yours. You moan at each thrust, the creaking of the bed fills your ears. His pace is brutal, tip bullying its way against your cervix. He laughs, feeling you tighten around him. “ Fuuuck~ your pussy is sooo fucking tight. It’s driving me- crazy!” He grunts the last word against your ear, his hips jerking into you.
You open your mouth to speak, eyes rolling back at the loss of air. He notices, deciding to test your limits. “ Hurry up and cum ~ I’ll let you go when you do~” he kisses your neck, listening as you choke out a moan, your breathing getting desperate. He feels you pulse around him, letting him know you’re close. He slams into you slower, making you feel as he thrust-thrust-thrusts! Into your tight pussy. You mewl, letting out a small sob. You claw at his arm, blood quickly rushing to the cuts on his arm. He laughs, kissing your neck more.
“ I’ll fill you up nice and good~” he mumbles, “ I’m gonna cum inside you and get you pregnant ~ you want that, yeah?” He bites back a moan when you clench around him, he knows he’s got a condom on but the thrill of it makes him twitch so hard inside you. You start to see white spots in your vision, the lack of air throwing you violently off the edge as you cum- legs kicking against the bed as you cum. The glasses slip down your nose, tilting slightly. Your body tenses and shakes as you squirt, the bed quickly stained with your release.
He loosens the grip on your neck, allowing you to breathe. “ Woah! “ he laughs, looking between your bodies. “ Holy shit! I didn’t know you'd cum like that!” He continues to ram into you, feeling your insides convulse around his dick. He groans, biting his lip hard, splitting it. “ Look at me. “ he lets you go, holding himself upright on the bed. You weakly turn to look at him, moaning as you feel his lips on yours. You close your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. Seconds later you feel him grab your hips, holding them down as he cums, filling the condom inside you.
You shudder, body weak as you tremble. He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connects you two. He slowly pulls out, the condom full as he slips it off and ties it, tossing it into the trash. He looks down at you, looking at your trembling figure. “ Shit- I’m sorry, you okay?” He ask, getting off you and turning you over. You give him a weak thumbs up before blinking a few times and passing out.
You wake up tye next day, clean. He had wiped you down and put new clothes on you. You notice the sheets are changed. Slowly sitting up with a grown you touch your back, body aching from yesterday. You get up, slipping on a pair of his slippers which are too big for you, making your way to the living room. He’s in the kitchen, making pancakes. You sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around him. He screams- actually screams before looking back at you.
“ you scared the crap out of me- sorry,” he mumbles, turning the stove off and setting the lady pancake on a plate. He turns to you fully. You laugh, leaning against him. “ sorry~” you lay your head against his chest, humming. “ thanks for cleaning me up.. seriously would have died if I had to shower immediately after getting up.” You say, watching as he grabs the plate of pancakes, shuffling his way to the table, dragging you along. “ It's no biggie, it’s only fair that I do that.”
He pulls your chair open, smiling when you sit down and shuffle forward a bit. He kisses your forehead, sitting down in his chair across from you. You blush, looking at the food, putting one on your plate. “ Thank you.” Is all you say before eating, humming softly at the taste. You spend the rest of the day together on his couch watching movies, sitting in his lap with your head pressed against his chest.
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A/N: Thank you for reading!! This honestly took me SO long to finish TT I hope you enjoyed it!! <3
It’s been a few weeks since the game of 7minutes in heaven with Satoru, you’ve been acting normal with him and he’s been the same. He still saves you when you skip classes, but this time you make sure to reward him well. He only asks to see your chest at first, but after a few times he’s gotten greedier. His hands have touched all parts of your upper body, lips grazing every inch. He’s grown fond of sucking on them while you scroll on your phone and palm him.
He’s also offered to do your homework, your grades can’t be that good with how much class you skip is what he said. You agreed, going over to his club room after school so he can do the assignments, all he asked for was that you sit on his lap while he occasionally touches you. You thought it was going to be uncomfortable, but man did you feel at home on his lap. Sitting back into him, headphones in while you watch a music video from your favorite artist as he does your work. Sweat sliding down his neck as he glances at you.
He’s sometimes gotten hard from your squirming, oftentimes you do it on purpose while complaining about a teacher. Moving around and watching as he tenses his body, leaning forward while he grips his pen. The way his face flushes and glasses slip from the bridge of his nose. His eyes move to look at you, squinting at you. He says nothing, relaxing again. You smirk, stopping your squirming to tease him.
He’d invite you to his house sometimes, the first time you were skeptical, raising your brows and opening your mouth to tease him. “ Are you inviting me to your house? ‘Toru you perv~ what are you gonna do to me!” You exclaimed, slapping his back playfully. His face flushes, eyes going wide. He covers your mouth.” Shut up! I’m not thinking about doing anything!” He looks around, no one seems to have heard you. You laugh at him, stepping back. “ I’m just kidding.. besides, what haven’t you done to me?” His face goes a darker shade of red while you giggle.
His room is exactly how you pictured it, posters hung up on the wall, shelves full of video game characters, figures of women in suggestive poses. His bed is large, a body pillow of a woman in a pervy pose on it. That’s the same woman you saw in the card game the other day, the woman who looks a bit like you. You laugh, pointing at it. “ No way you have one, I didn’t think they were real!” You toss yourself onto his bed, grabbing the pillow and pulling it close to your body. You pose like the woman, looking back at him. Your skirt riding up your thigh. His eyes immediately zone in on your flesh, gripping the strap to his bag. “ Do I look like her?”
He bites his lip, turning away from you and grabbing your bag. He takes out the work, sitting on the floor and setting it on the coffee table he has. You watch him from behind, watching as he writes, glasses slipping from his nose which he pushes back up using the back of the pen. After a few minutes you kick your shoes off, pulling both of your socks off as well. You hum, placing one on his shoulder. He looks at it, pausing. “ what are you-“ you cut him off, bumping your foot against his chin, tilting it up. “ give it a little kiss~” he blushes, looking at your foot.
Toes painted a nice sky blue, he glances at you once more before kissing the side of your foot. You hum, pulling it back and placing it on his thigh. You inch towards his crotch, palming it with the pad of your foot. He grunts, dropping his pen. You bite your lip, looking at his back. “ Pull it out. I’ll give you a nice reward for doing my homework~” he listens to you, unzipping his pants and lifting his hips to pull them off. You tap your foot against him.
“ spit.” Is all you say, he listens immediately. He spits on your foot, watching it dribble between your toes.
You stroke his tip, already feeling him chub out. “ good boy~ you listen to me so well..” you purr at him, continuing to stroke him to get him hard. He moans, leaning his head back. You feel him get completely hard, tapping his tip with your toe, causing him to shudder. He closes his eyes, focusing on the feeling. The feeling of you moving your other foot to touch him. You stroke him with both feet, getting him nice and wet with pre. “ You wanna move your hips? Go ahead and use me~” He opens his eyes, putting his head down to look at your feet.
He jerks his hips up, biting his lip as he feels himself slide in and out between your toes. His back arches slightly as he shudders, letting out a small whimper. You bite your lip, feeling your stomach get hot. “ Are you feeling good,Toru?” He nods, looking back at you. “ Feels really good, you feel good~” he pants, blinking at you before his hips jerk up faster. “ but it’s not enough.. it feels good but I want more~ let me be a little greedy?” He whines, body turned towards you. His lips in a pout, glasses slipped down as he looked at you. Drool sliding past his lips and down his chin.
You shudder, leaning back to pull your feet away and stand up. “ Alright, tell me what you want~” you hum, watching as he turns towards you completely. He kneels before you, hands moving to your lap. He looks like a puppy begging for attention. You laugh, putting your hand in his hair, moving it out of his face. He leans into your touch, relaxing when you scratch his scalp. “ are kisses okay? Am I allowed to kiss you?” He sounds desperate, eyes pleading. You giggle. “ Are kisses all it’s going to take?” You raise a brow at him, watching him shake his head. “ No.. maybe you.. you can touch it?”
His face is flush, clearly embarrassed he had to ask. I giggle, grabbing him by his collar and pulling him towards me. He’s quick to hold himself up over me, his eyes focused on my lips, I place my hands on his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He’s sloppy, teeth bumping into mine as I move my lips against his. He melts out a shaky moan, leaning closer to me. I pull away, kissing his cheek. I whisper against his ear, “ take your pants off.” He shudders at your voice, letting out a pathetic whimper before standing and undressing.
You open your bag, pulling out your lipstick and putting it on. You turn to him, looking down at his dick. No matter how many times you’ve seen it or had it pressed against you, you still can’t get over his size. You push your legs together, looking up at him. “ How about you sit in my lap for a change?” You grin, patting your lap. He blushes, looking at you before looking at your lap. “ Seriously?” He asks, looking back at you. You nod, motioning him over. “ Come sit, but face me, okay?” He nods, sitting on your lap, facing you.
You giggle, putting your hands on his waist, touching his sides and sliding your hands up under his sweater, he shudders, looking down at you. “ sorry, your hands are c-cold” he mutters, causing you to laugh and say a quick “sorry.” You kiss his cheek, leaving a kiss mark on him. He looks down at you, his arms resting on your shoulder. He looks so pretty, soft fluffy hair resting on his head, glasses slightly tilted from his movement, you kiss him again, this time on his chin. “ Such a pretty boy..” you mumble against his skin, your hand moving for you to spit on it, bringing it back down to rest on his dick you start to stroke, his breath hitching.
You kiss his neck, teasing him with the suspense of an actual kiss, kissing the corner of his lips, his cheek and his ear. He’s rocking his hips into your hand, eyes glossy. “ please.. kiss me already..” he pleads, looking at you. You giggle, kissing his jaw again. “ alright, since you asked so nicely~” you cup his face with your free hand, kissing him softly. He whimpers, his arms crossing from behind your head, pulling you closer. His lips move against yours more desperately. He moans, thrusting his hips faster. You grip him, pulling back from the kiss. His lips covered in your lipstick, smudged at the corners.
You giggle, stroking him slowly. He moans, closing his eyes. “ Keep going..” he mutters, jolting when you move your hands faster. Your hand squeezes around his tip when you go down, his lips tremble slightly. He whines, leaning his head against his arm on your shoulder. You kiss his neck under his ear, moving your hand faster. His breathing shakes, his whines getting louder. “ You close?” You ask, kissing his neck. He nods, humming a ‘mhm.’ You move your hand faster, listening to him gasp and feeling his dick twitch in your hand, tip leaking precum.
You pull your hand away, listening to him let out a loud whimper, his head leaning back to look at you. “ Why? I was so close..” he pouts, eyes watering. You shudder, grinning at him. He’s panting, teary eyed as he humps the air, desperate for any sort of friction. You slap his thigh, clicking your tongue at him. “ Nuh uh, wait a bit, okay?” You smile, pecking his lips. He nods, blinking away a tear. You wipe his face, humming. After a few more seconds you start to stroke him again. His hips jerked into your hand as he moaned.
You hum, turning his head to kiss him. You start off slow, getting him used to the slow strokes before moving faster, your whole hand holding him. His back arches towards you, mouth falling open. After a few minutes you feel his hips stutter in your hand, his moans getting higher pitched. You suck on his neck, licking it after. “ Go ahead and cum, ‘Toru. Let it alll out~” you whisper against his lips, licking them after. He shudders, a choked moan escaping his lips as he cums, covering your shirt in his release.
Thick spurts of cum landing on your shirt, his hips twitching against you, eyes watering and as he blinks, tears fall. He whines, covering his mouth with the back of his hand to stop himself from whimpering anymore than he has been. You giggle at that, pulling his hand away to kiss him. He kisses back, keeping it soft and passionate rather than hungry. He gets off your lap, grabbing tissues from his desk, which don’t go unnoticed by you. He wipes the lipstick marks off his neck, turning back to you when he’s done. “Tissues by your desk? Let me guess.. lotion on your table!” You look at the table by his bed, seeing a bottle of lotion. You snort, slapping your thigh.
He blushes, tossing the lotion to a corner of the room. “ It's not that funny. It’s just for my skin” He mutters,wiping your shirt off. He frowns. “ I need to wash your shirt, you can wear one of mine.” He sets the tissues in the trash, stepping back to put some boxers on. You watch him, humming before taking your shirt off, as he glances back he jumps when you’re already looking at him. “ Perv~” you say with a wink, causing him to groan and look away. He tosses a shirt to you, a game character in the front of it.
“Thanks~” you say before putting the shirt on, standing up and walking over to him. He turns to face you, watching as you wrap your arms around him, “ It’s like a boyfriend shirt~” you say, pulling him closer. He blushes, eyes widening. “ Huh??” You laugh at his reaction, pulling away. “ Kidding~! Gosh, you take everything so seriously ~” you giggle, sitting back on his bed. He frowns, rolling his eyes. “ Whatever" he mutters, looking at the clock. “ It's pretty late, should I walk you home?” He points out, sitting on his chair by his desk. You look at the clock, humming. “ I guess I should go right now..” you look at him, standing up. “ Let's go?” He nods, standing and putting on sweat pants.
He walks you home, listening to you talk about the latest makeup product you got, giving it your honest review, not that he cared much but it was better than it being quiet. In turn you let him talk about a game character, the one that’s on his body pillow. You learn that she’s his favorite. Collecting multiple things about her. When you finally get to your house he stands by the door, looking down at you. You smile up at him, grabbing his hand. “ Thanks for walking me home, ‘Toru..” you say, fiddling with his fingers. “ It's no problem, just making sure you’re safe.” He replies, watching you mess with his hand. You hum, letting out a small sigh. Tilting your head to look up at him while motioning for him to bend down. He leans down, caught off guard when you press your lips against his. “ Thanks again, get home safe.” Is all you say before going inside and closing the door. He stands outside, eyes wide before slowly walking back to his house.
Synopsis’s: Reader gets saved by Nerdjo when skipping classes and during a game of 7 minutes in heaven reader makes it up to him!
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You've seen Satoru around the campus, always huddled in his own friend group walking past his table at lunch and hearing his conversation, taking a peek at him and you notice the games they play. Card games with women in little to no clothes on. You scoff, sitting at yoir table. You’ve never talked to him, until one day you were skipping class. Roaming the halls with your friends you tense when you hear a teacher come down the hall. Your friends are quick to ditch you.
As the teacher scolds you on skipping classes you hear someone clear their throat. You look over to the noise, White hair and thick glasses catch your attention. Satoru, who holds up a slip of paper. “ She was- was helping me with something.. I’m a teacher's Aid.” He mutters, barely audible.
The teacher takes the slip, raising a brow and looking it over. “ Alright.. but you two need to stick together next time..” and with that the teacher walks away. You look over at him, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. You wrap your arms around him, pressing your body close to his. “ Thank you! Thank you! You're seriously a life saver!” He tenses, face flushing slightly as he looks down, your chest squished against his.
You notice, grinning. “ you wanna peek? You did save me after all..” he gasps, pulling himself away. “ No! That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly! “ he says, looking away from you. You raise a brow, looking at him. Everyone knows he’s a perv. You shrug it off. “ Alright, but I owe you!” He nods, looking back at you. You notice the small pout on his lips. “ Alright, see you later~” You pat his back and run off.
You see him a few more times, always there when you are about to get in trouble. Skipping classes, he had a pass written for you both. You forgot to collect papers, he had them collected already. He’s always there when you need help. You were skipping classes again, roaming around the halls when you stumbled upon the clubs, specifically the game club, which Satoru so happened to be in.
Pushing the door open and peeking your head inside, you spot him, his back turned to you. Slowly creeping up you get close enough to blow in his ear. He jumps, turning to look at you while covering his ear. peeking at his cards, which, to no one’s surprise, is another woman in a bikini, she looks oddly familiar, sharing some resemblance to you. You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “ Is that your type? She’s cute.” You say, looking at the card again. He quickly hides it. “ No! What are you- what are you doing here??” He whispers, his ears and nape red. “ I haven’t seen you today, what if I needed help escaping a hall monitor?” You pout.
“ Oh- uhm, I’m kinda busy.. today is usually club days..” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. You hum, pulling a chair to sit next to him. You realize the other group members are staring at you. They look you up and down. You shudder, turning your attention to Satoru. “ If I didn’t know any better I’d say this was the virgin club instead of the gaming club..” you mutter loud enough for him to hear. He frowns. “ We may be nerds but that doesn’t mean we’re virgins.” He turns his face away from you. You pause. “ I didn’t mean-“ he cuts you off. “ We're actually in the middle of something important. So, if you could show yourself out.” He turns back to the game. You sit there, frowning before scoffing and getting up abruptly, the chair legs scrape against the floor as you leave.
A month passes, and you don’t see much of Satoru after that, almost as if he was avoiding you. You got invited to a party, hearing rumors going around that everyone would be there. You go, not thinking much of it. The whole school seems to be there, even Satoru’s nerd friends?? You look around the room, not seeing Satoru himself. Your friends pull you to a room, saying something about playing a game. You agree, letting yourself be pulled away.
you find yourself sitting in a circle in a random bedroom with Satoru coincidentally sitting in front of you. Drink in his hands as he takes small sips from it as he looks around the room. His eyes land on you. You meet his gaze, noticing his eyes linger on you for a few seconds before looking away. Your friend starts talking, explaining the game you’re going to play. Everyone decided on 7 minutes in heaven, getting all giddy and talking about who they want to be paired with.
After half an hour you get the bottle, sitting up so you can spin it. Everyone stares at the bottle to see who it lands on, your eyes widen as it stops, the bottle pointed at Satoru,his eyes widen as well as he looks up at you. You both get pushed into the closet, hearing everyone laugh. You sigh, looking at him. “ Hey..” you say, leaning against a wall. “ Hello..” he replies, looking at the ground. You look up at him, laughing. “ So.. enjoying the party?” You ask, stepping closer. “ Huh? Oh, yeah! It’s uh, it’s fun, kind of.. stereotypical? Jocks drinking and hooking up..” he laughs to himself.
You hum, nodding. “ I guess it is, yeah.” You stop in front of him, looking up. You hear him gulp, staring down at you. “ Have you ever played this game? You know how things usually go in here?” You ask, tucking hair behind your ear. He notices, nodding and looking away. “ yeah, I’m not dumb..” he leans back. You frown. “ Hey, about what I said.. I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I swear! I was a virgin too!” You blurt out, leaning closer, forcing him to look at me. “ I feel bad.. you kinda ghosted me.. I couldn’t find you anywhere! And you didn’t help me out when I-“ he cuts you off. “ So I’m useful when you need me? Is that the only time when you want to talk to me??” He frowns, crossing his arms. You cock a brow at him, crossing your arms as well.
“ Listen, first of all. No, you’re not only useful when I need help. Second, I don’t mean to use you! I just meant that I couldn’t find you no matter what-“ you frown, grabbing his hands. His eyes widen and he leans back. “ You’re more than an accomplice to skipping class! Here- I owe you. I’ll do anything you want. Right now. Anything- I mean it.” You stare up at him, your brows furrowed. He stares at you, mouth agape. He swallows thickly, looking at you then your chest. “ give- give me a boobjob..” his face is bright red, sweating like crazy.
You blink at him, laughing softly before getting on your knees. “ Alright, come here pretty boy, show me what you’re made of~” you place your hands on his pants, lowering them. He shudders, watching you pull them down. As they hit the floor, you palm him through his boxers, leaning closer to kiss it. “ Are you nervous?” You mumble, licking a long stripe up his dick. His breath hitches, whimpering. You pull back, surprised. He stares at you, his face getting impossibly redder.
“ Its- it’s okay! I like that you’re vocal!” You say abruptly. “ Shut up and continue.” He mumbles, hiding his face in his hands. You laugh, rubbing your cheek against the tent in his boxers. You pull his boxers down, your breath hitching as you take in his size. He’s long, thick towards the middle with a pretty pink tip. You bite your lip, drooling. “ Holy shit.. ‘Toru.. you’re hung!” His dick twitches at the nickname. “ don’t- don’t talk next to it! Your- your breath..” he shudders. You giggle, kissing his length before pulling back.
“ I’m going to have to wet it, promise not to finish too quickly?” You wink, spitting in your hand. He watches with an intense gaze, watching the way you use your spit covered hand to stroke him, his hips bucking. You spit on his tip, licking it before getting him completely covered in your saliva. You lower your top, pulling your bra down and spit between your breasts, pushing them together to make a wet entrance. “ Okay! Ready! You wanna move or should I?”
He blushes, leaning against the wall. “ You can move.. I don’t wanna hurt you somehow.” You nod, scooting closer to him. He watches, biting his lip. You press his dick between your breasts, pushing them against him. He gasps, hunching over as he whines. “ oh wow- fuck, they’re soft.” He moans, his hips jerking as you move your breasts up and down his length, you mouth opening to spit on his tip, moving your hands faster. “ Yeah? Be good and I’ll let you suck on ‘em after~ Kay?” You wink, watching as he nods, his face red and sweaty. You move your hands up and down, stroking him with your breasts.
He continues to let out pathetic whimpers, his hands going to your shoulders, slowly jerking his hips up into your breasts. After a while he starts to thrust, panting heavily as he spills precum all over your chest. You moan, looking at him. His eyes are closed, sweat rolling down his face as he fucks your chest faster. “ oh my god I’m cumming! I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cum-!” His eyes open, rolling back as he releases over your face and chest. Thick, hot spurts of cum landing on your flesh, leaving it burning. You shudder, looking at him. “ Holy shit..” you pant, licking your lips. .
He pulls his dick out, one last spurt hitting you in your cheek, he gasps, cupping your face. “ I am SO sorry- let me clean you-“ he goes to wipe your face, pausing when you start to lick your face, scooping cum and licking it off your fingers. “ you need to diet better.. it’s kinda bitter.” He stares at you, mouth open. “ Is this happening again?” He asks, grabbing a random shirt and wiping the rest of his cum off. You let him, closing your eyes. Once he finishes, tossing the shirt to the side. “ well, I’d like it to happen again, but if you don’t that’s fine.” You look at him. He looks back. “ I- I want it to happen again.. I liked it..” he blushes.
You laugh, jumping when you hear the door start to open. Satoru quickly pulls his pants up while you stand up. The door opens, your friends stand there, laughing. Thankfully everyone seems drunk enough to not notice what just happened. You walk out, glancing at Satoru who’s beet red, pushing his glasses up. He meets your gaze, quickly turning his head away. You laugh, grabbing his hand, pulling him away from the group. “ I’m hungry, let’s go get some food.” You hum, leaning into his arm. “ You're hungry? Didn’t you just eat..” he doesn’t finish. You grin at him. “ you perv~! I want real food!” You laugh, walking out with him.
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A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading! I intend on making this a 3 part series but I might make it longer or shorter, depending on how the rest of the parts go!
synopsis . In which you get fed up with Sato (fratjo) for playing around with you and unintentionally get involved with his identical twin brother Toru (nerdjo), not knowing they’re simply two sides of the same coin.
content . afab!reader, porn with decent plot, messy relationship(s), fratjo’s an asshole in the beginning, bluntness, pervy!nerdjo, eventual threesome, degrading, oral sex, first time squirting & then doing it multiple times, getting caught, surprising dynamics, praise, pussy slapping, getting put in a headlock, confessions, filthy dirty talk, jealousy, marathon sex (gulp), spit, slightly bimbo!reader, choking, nerdjo is feral, full nelson, edging, getting passed around, frajo’s a voyeur, filth, slight angst, cum eating/swallowing, some cuckholding(?), masturbation, a silly ending, etc.
word count . 11.4k | author's note: this ended up being wayyyy longer than i initially thought it would be and it’s overly freaked the fuck out. hope you enjoy!! banner art by Rororogi Mogera. (not proofread—sorry in advance, truly)
In your defense, you didn't think he would care.
Sato Gojo—esteemed member of Sigma Chi, infamously known for his commitment issues, and noted to be the campus playboy—was the last person you thought would care about you sleeping with his twin brother.
Hell, he's also the last person who expected that same brother to be able to get this far with you. Toru is the shyest, dorkiest, and nerdiest part of the Gojo family, what could he possibly have done to catch your eye?
Sato had done his best to keep you away from and unaware of his six-second-younger brother's existence too. Yet somehow, here he is walking in on the two of you fucking in his bed.
Less upset at the sight and more confused, the only thing he wants to know is... what the fuck led up to this pairing?
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For months and months prior to that, it'd been the same thing between you and Sato.
“She doesn’t mean anything to me, baby. You know you’re my favorite,” He’d say, cooing you with that manipulatively charming voice of his after you’d asked him about yet another woman he was talking to.
You weren't sure why you kept going back to him. He never told you how he felt about you unless he was inside you—and even then you’re certain those feelings were all sex-based and moderately untrue.
Yet something about him kept drawing you back in.
And if you had to guess what exactly it was...
“Fuuck, y’like that don’t you?” He’d groan, having one big hand clasped around your throat as he plowed you into the mattress. Sato rarely ever took his time during sex, too eager to make sure you cum & keep up his reputation of being a good fuck. “Like the way my cock kisses that sweet spot, huh?”
The rhythmic sound of his pelvis smack smack smacking! against your ass echoes throughout the room at a pitch almost louder than your sapped moans. “Mhmm,” You'd hummed in response, fingernails dug into the bedsheets below.
You couldn't bring yourself to think about all the other women that's been in this same exact position before you when his cock was far too busy gliding in and out of your soaking pussy. The same sheets your fingers are clawing at is also clasped in between your teeth tightly, drool wetting up the fabric pathetically due to how good you felt.
Only to be rudely interrupted by his hand gripping at your neck tighter and then tugging the upper half of your body allll the way up—his chest pressing into your back while his dick massages the gushiest spot inside you. “Don’t do that,” Sato huffs with that shit-eating grin on his face, “Speak up, pretty girl. I couldn't hear you.”
“Uhuhh, yes,” You pant, tongue beginning to dangle out of your mouth all whorishly, “I love it, Sato.”
Cocky like always, he'd let off that amused scoff and then nip at your ear playfully, “Yeahh, I know you do. Jus’ can’t get enough of me.”
Thinking back again, he had the biggest ego you’d ever seen.
Sato was tenderly humping the rest of his thick cock into you while you were nice and close, just to realize after the first few thrusts that you were trying to inch yourself away from him—your moans getting airier by the second.
His smile widened, “Hah, where’re you goin’?” He'd only made you cum three times since the two of you got here. Surely that wasn't enough to have you acting like this already. “Look at you, trying to run from me now," Sato scoffed with faux bitterness.
You barely got a moment to process what he was doing before you choked.
Warm lips pressing against your ear, “C’mon, I jus’ want one more outta’ you,” He purred, his arm slow to wrap around your neck while his bulking muscles pressed into the center of your throat. Whatever oxygen was on its way to your head all but died out as the man put you into a bullying chokehold and then flexed.
Your cunt squeaked juicily around him and his cockhead nudged in deeper because of the hold he had on you, otherwise rendering your body unable to escape.
That was one of many reasons why you always ran back to him. If Sato Gojo didn't know how to do anything else right, he damn sure knew how to fuck.
“Mhmm, that’s it, baby." His voice was huskier against your eardrums now and you felt your body shuddering with a sense of numbness as something slicker oozed around his shaft. "Take that fuckin’ cock—juuust like that.”
His thrust became slower while he held you in place and you'd never felt so full in your life. It wasn't until he suddenly snapped up into you that all air left your lungs and your eyes crossed.
Whatever sound you let out was beyond pathetic and only followed by a desperate, “S’too much,” that he could barely hear.
Rolling his eyes, he repeated the motion a few more times at a steady pace, letting you adjust to being arched and folded up how he wants you. “My dramatic girl, acting like you haven't been taking it just fine," He reminded you.
You almost believed him for a moment there until his free hand came snaking around your torso to press against your lower abdomen—right over the bulge his fat cock had created against your skin—and applying an egregious amount of pressure.
“M’gonna cum, Sato,” You cried out as his fingers slithered down to nudge against your clit. Never a firm rub or anything like that since he felt like his cock alone was enough to work what he wanted out of you.
He’d smile all victoriously and whisper, “That's it? Don't tell me you're still too scared to squirt on me?”
Truth be told, that was the one thing he couldn’t do for some reason.
He never said anything but he thinks maybe you’re just one of those women who need a little more effort put into in order to make you squirt. More effort of which he damn sure doesn’t feel like putting in.
Four orgasms in a row? That’s fine, he can do that no problem. Making you squirt? As badly as he wants to deep down inside, he just can’t.
You ended up leaving a creamy mess around his cock but it's not the spurting stream of wetness he was hoping for. After letting you tremble out of your high, he's slow with the way he unwraps his arms from around you.
You fall forward onto the bed and let out a heavy breath before smiling wearily in relief. No other guy on campus ever managed to make you cum even once so of course you didn't think much of the fact that Sato couldn't make you squirt.
Hell, you were unknowingly on the same page with him—thinking you might've needed extra effort put in for that kinda release. Which was fine, you didn't need that much from him. The fact that he could make you cum back to back was more than enough in your book.
Not his though.
Sato hated it. He hated how he couldn't make you squirt—the fact burned at his ego and wounded his pride greatly. He's made other women do it so he doesn't understand what the problem is. There were some nights where he wondered if maybe he was doing something wrong with you. Or maybe you'd found someone else who could—
He unknowingly scoffs at his thoughts, shuffling out of the bed and swiping up the nearest clean sweats to slip into. Who was he kidding? There isn't one other person on campus you'd go to over him.
And if he couldn't make you squirt, he knows there's no one else that could.
Amid his deep thoughts, you happen to look over and catch the way those white brows of his are neatly knitting together. He didn't even realize how his true feelings on the matter were written all over his face.
Your eyes had ran over him a couple times, pondering on all the scratch marks in various places. Places that your hands haven't touched.
And that's how the routine was with the two of you; high tension all throughout the day, let him fuck you 'til all your senses went numb, and then fade into quietness with little to talk about since Sato doesn't deem it necessary to get close with you in that way.
When you catch the way he's dragging his feet around the room, trying to clean the mess of clothes you two made prior to getting in the bed, your brows lifts with curiosity. Asking gently, "Hey, are you alright?"
Sato hums without turning around to you, running his a hand through his hair as if stressed out. "Yeah, m'fine." He grunts, glancing over at you after and adding a slightly comforting, "Are you?"
You nod in response to him and he stares for a moment longer than necessary, still deep in his thoughts about something he surely wasn't sharing with you anytime soon.
Why would he? You didn’t need to know that he was beating himself up over something so stupid. He’s well aware that he’s the best guy to ever sleep with you so, opening up to you about something so trivial wasn’t in his character.
There’d been jokes and banter between the two of you before—obviously—but it never went any further than that. The moment things threatened to dip into something real, something more tender or honest, Sato would shut it down with quick precision.
Which is exactly why you didn't try pressing for more of this dry conversation. Instead, you silently watched him tug a shirt over his head and then head over to the nightstand for his phone.
He's busy texting someone for a bit before he releases a huff and turns his head to see the way you've been quietly watching him, "Did you want me to run you a bath or—"
"No, no, I told you, I'm fine," You unintentionally cut off.
You weren't sure where the awkwardness had come from but it wasn't completely unwelcome since there was clearly something he wasn't telling you. You saw it in the way he pouted all grumpily just before looking at you.
Whatever was on his mind had to be eating him up on the inside.
Not that the frown pushed you to ask him anything else though. You ended up turning over and rolling off is bed a few minutes later to gather your things and leave, to which he'd peacefully helped you with.
Then Sato escorted you all the way out of his maze-like home and was "kind" enough to give you a kiss on the forehead before sending you off.
Little things like that always caught you off guard. Your heart would do that weird thing in your chest as you wondered if there was a possibility of experiencing more than just hook-ups with the man.
Though, reality is quick to slap you back to your senses when you see him with his arm around some other woman the next day while on your way to class.
You knew better than to get emotionally attached to Sato Gojo. Everyone did.
——
Some days later is when shit decides to hit the fan between you two.
It happens so randomly that you almost feel as though you dreamt the whole thing up. The day starting with him texting you to come over that night and somehow ending with you in thwarted tears.
In all the time you spent with Sato, there'd never been a moment where he was blatantly selfish. Something of which surprised you in the beginning of your relationship since he was known to be a fuckboy.
Yet, ending up in his bedroom for the nth time, as his thumb rubbed at your clit with unsteady, jerky motions, appearing otherwise annoyed about something—Sato had been selfish for the first time with you.
Foreplay was skipped entirely and you should've known something was up from that alone.
The most you got out of him prior to being stripped of your clothing was a messy kiss and a barely audible, "Need somethin' from you, baby," grunted into your mouth.
Then you were being carried all the way up to his bedroom, handled frustratedly down into the mattress, and soon fucked at a rate you weren't used to.
His thrusts were sloppy and needy, voice quiet since he didn't bother talking you through it or saying anything at all, and the only thing with a sense of normalcy to it was the way his thumb nudged over your clit as his cock dove in and out of you.
Midway through, you assumed he just had a bad day or something. Figured he wanted to take some of that stress out on you.
And that wasn't out of the ordinary for him, it's happened more often than not.
But as his thumb drew desperate circles around your twitching bud, Sato's cock twitched and he pulled out the moment you were about to cum. You were too dazed by his abrupt action that you nearly missed the way he stroked himself into finishing on your stomach and then scoffed. Bitterly.
Your eyes were glossed over since the taste of your own orgasm had been right there on the tip of your nerves, stripped away from you faster than you could blink.
Whatever had been bothering him about having sex with you was felt before it was understood.
He was already turning away by the time you pushed yourself to sit up, the sheets gliding down your arms as you watched him with wide, teary eyes. The room felt ten times quieter than it normally did. You saw how he crossed the room as if nothing had happened—as if this was just another unremarkable moment to be shrugged off.
"Sato," You say, his name tripping in your throat on the way out.
Only then did he pause, fingers curled around his drawer handle. Not sparing you a glance back, "What." he breathed out.
It was hardly even a response, more of a wall you'd audibly stumbled into. You'd never heard his voice so dull and flat with you.
Swallowing down whatever confusing emotions were building up in your throat, "Did I, um... did I do something wrong?"
Somehow that gets his attention. He glances back over his shoulder then, expression insipid and eyes casting over you all bored-like. "Don't start that," He said, irritation weaving into his voice, "You're overthinking shit already."
Your mouth opens to say something but it's like you'd been slapped in the face, leading your lips to seal shut for a second. His words were too heavy for you, coming off with weighted dismissiveness.
After a few beats, your words trail out slowly, "Sorry I'm a little confused, Sato. You asked me to come over for that..?"
He exhaled sharply, like the question itself had tired him, "What else do I ever call you over for?"
Something shrewd twisted in your chest, "Certainly not whatever the fuck that was just now."
Sato finally turned more fully and leaned back against his dresser, crossing his arms and letting his eyes meet yours firmly. "You sound upset."
"I feel used," You'd snapped back immediately.
His brow twitched, "'Cause I didn't make you cum?"
Again, the words came off blunt and careless.
Leading you to flinch internally, "I mean—yeah," You said as a humorless breath tiptoed out, "You normally do."
"Well, I didn't feel like it today. M'spent." He scoffed out.
It was almost as if that was supposed to be an explanation for everything.
You stared at him and felt the way your disbelief began to fade into something of anger, "You could've told me that."
"Would that have made you feel any better?" Every response came out of him like he'd rehearsed the entire conversation beforehand.
"We could've done something different," Your hands began to curl into the sheets a little, trying to steady yourself. "I could've-"
"I didn't want anything different." Sato cut off crisply.
You'd never been so utterly confused in your life. Everything was fine before this—for the most part—so what had come over him all of a sudden? Why was he acting like this?
The finality in his statement only made your stomach drop, your head shaking slowly in disbelief, "...So you wanted to use m-"
"No, sweetheart," The pet name sounds empty on his tongue, lacking its usual affection. "I wanted you to see how it feels to get into something thinking things are going to go like they always do, just to feel disappointed by the end."
The next sound that spreads throughout the room is your laughter as it exits you in incredulous fashion, "Sato, what the fuck are you talking about?"
He dragged a hand through the white tuffs of his hair, pacing only once before coming to a stop. "You..." Letting his words trail off, he released a long and stressed-out sigh, "Every woman I've been with has never had the problem you do."
That hits you square in the chest.
Head cocking back as you frown with immediate offense flaring over, "Excuse me? Are you... are you talking about squirting, Sato? You can't be serious."
"I am," He said without hesitation. "If it's just something you can't do, I'd rather you tell me than making me look like an idiot when we fuck."
"What?" Your eyes narrowed as your anger bled into something strictly hurt. "I... I'm sure I can. Maybe we're just doing something wro-"
"We?" Sato cuts you off instantly. Then his tone seemed firmer and you knew he didn't think things through when he said, "No, no, you've got shit backwards here. I can assure you I'm not doing anything wrong, that's all you."
Something inside you finally boiled over.
"All me?" You scoffed, pushing yourself out of the bed. The cold air wrapping itself around you felt like even more of a wake-up call than what he'd just said. "Oh, sorry for not being like all the other twenty girls you sleep with."
Grabbing your clothes with uncoordinated and janky movements after wiping away any lingering trace of what had happened, you subconsciously wished you could've erased the moment entirely from start to finish. Your hands trembled as you got dressed, seemingly more from the heated emotions waving through you than the embarrassment.
Sato stiffened upon hearing your words. For the first time—probably in his life—his confidence had cracked. "Shit—wait," He rushed out, trying to step towards you and stop you from leaving.
It was almost like he himself wasn't aware of how severely fucked up his actions and words were.
His hand reached out for your arm, "I-I didn't mean it like that, c'mon. I just—"
"Save it, asshole." You spat back at him, shoving his hand out the way and storming out his room before giving him a chance to say anything else.
He'd said more than enough to have your vision blurry and heart pounding in your chest as if pained.
The hallway was dim, your footsteps quickened to carry you as far away from him as possible, and your emotions buzzed all too loudly in your ears for you to think straight. You think you hear something clash against the wall back in Sato's room but you ignore it.
You're so wrapped up in your feelings that you're not even paying attention to where you're going. You only made it a few steps down the hall before you collided with something solid.
Someone solid.
Gasping as you stumble back, a pair of hands come up to steady you. "Ah, sorry," a voice hums out to you. The sound is soft as it reverberates throughout the hallway but your chest feels as though it's caving inwards since the guy in front of you sounded exactly like Sato.
There was a pitch of unfamiliarity in it, though. One that made you look up.
For a moment, you thought maybe you'd fallen off the bed earlier and that everything thus far had been some type of hallucination because surely Sato wasn't standing right in front of you right now.
...Except, with glasses? And a dorkier look in his eyes?
With the same snowy white hair, the same perfectly sharp jawline—that's somehow a tad softer—and the same dazzling blue eyes, he stared at you all longingly as if an angel had fallen right into his arms or something. The only difference between him and his brother being the black glasses sitting center on the bridge of his nose.
Despite the hallway's lack of lighting, you swear you see his cheeks flush with red as the moment of exchanged staring passes.
Prior to this, you'd only ever heard rumors of Sato having a twin brother but you never once imagined those would turn out to be true. The man's eyes widen slightly as he really looks at you, confusion flickering across his face whilst he takes in your flushed skin, the way your clothes are hanging off of you as though you'd rushed to put them all, and how your eyes are somberly glossed over.
"I-," You try to blink that wetness out of your gaze and then clear your throat. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's fine," He replies as he thoughtlessly continues to hold onto your arms. Then, uncertainly, "You're... Sato's, uh—"
"Sato's what?" You cut off harsher than you meant to.
There was no way he was about to refer to you as that asshole's girlfriend or anything like that, right?
His mouth visibly goes taut, realizing he was about to step into something fragile. Instead of responding, he just stands there awkwardly enough to piss you off even more.
Groaning, you push past him and continue storming down the hall. You didn't have time for whatever that was about to turn into.
Unbeknownst to you, he'd stood there and watched as you walked away—cursing himself out for letting his opportunity to talk to you pass him by like that. He'd known who you were for months prior to this. Out of all the women Sato brought over, you were the only one Toru took a genuine interest in.
It's unfortunate for him that Sato's a stingy asshole who doesn't care to introduce the two of you. Because of that, Toru had to go out of his way just to get glimpses of your personality.
He was always home when Sato brought you over, always in his room that's just one wall over while the two of you fucked—listening and secretly getting off to those gorgeous moans you let off. Toru knew it was perverted of him to do so, but he truly couldn't help himself.
Now here he is with sagging shoulders at the fact that he totally fucked up his first interaction with you.
He heard the whole argument between you and his brother and came out into the hallway hoping to come to your rescue or at least cheer you up, even if only for a second. Yet, all he managed to do was piss you off with his awkwardness and lack of confident social skills.
After a few minutes, Toru straightens up and settles his jaw in a way that says he'd made some type of silent decision. That wasn't going to be the last time he interacted with you—no matter how badly his brother fucked up—he knew you'd be back eventually.
As he turns back to his room, he promises to himself that next time he sees you, he won't hesitate or fumble things with you.
——
A few weeks pass before anything else noteworthy occurs.
In that time, things between you and Sato remain rocky, to say the utmost least. Conversations between the two of you were more careful, apologies came far slower than they should've, and some semblance of trust had been rebuilt in uneven steps.
Sometimes he was sweet and more attentive than he had been before that big argument, kinda like he was afraid it'd happen again. Other times he'd slip up and those old habits would seep through, any excuse he gave you dressed up charmingly enough for you to ultimately end up forgiving him again.
The fact that you both were trying had to be enough to count for something, otherwise the two of you were better off calling it quits months ago.
Somewhere in the middle of that relationship, Toru became familiar to you. You went out of your way to see him whenever you visited the Gojo estate, even if you were only there for Sato.
He was almost always cooped up in his room, drowning himself in his studies—textbooks stacked neatly on his desk, handwritten notes color-coded and meticulously organized.
It wasn't long before you realized he and his brother were complete opposites. Where Sato excelled in partying and socializing, Toru peaked in academics and hobbies that were far more niche.
You remember poking your head into his room one time to say hi and catching him lost in Digimon reruns with strategy guides pulled up on his nearby laptop. He was so engrossed in it that he hadn't even heard you saying something to him.
Situations like that are what got the two of you to be something close to friends.
Though, you still didn't know him any more than you knew Sato. You were still kept at an arm's length from either of their personalities beyond what was noticeable. Sato made sure of that where both he and his twin were concerned.
While he did soften up with you, he still wasn't interested in keeping you that close—not close enough to know him. And he damn sure wouldn't let you go off and try to find that in Toru.
Anytime you and the nerdier Gojo sibling were alone, Sato was intruding minutes later. Always interrupting.
Even when you ran into Toru on campus.
One time when you found him outside the library, standing near a vending machine and ran up to talk to him, Sato seemed to spawn out of thin air with his arm around you is if to silently tell his brother to fuck off.
You weren't sure what had gotten into him as far as that was concerned. He didn't care when you talked to anyone else.
This was but another unfortunate thing for you since you were quite fond of Toru. He remembered little things about you; your major, your favorite cafe, and even your preferred place to sit in lecture halls.
If you asked Sato questions about any of those things, he'd probably shrug and ask you why any of it matters in the first place.
But you bet that dick for brains could tell you which position makes you cum the fastest...
It's regrettably because of that as to why you're currently standing at the large front doors to his home, having rung the bell only a few seconds ago due to an earlier text requesting you come over.
In said text, Sato promised that he only wanted to talk to you and you chose to believe him.
Just for Toru to swing the door open with a surprised look on his face.
"Oh, hey." He began, pushing his glasses further up on his face so that he could get a proper look at you. "If you're looking for Sato, he's not here. I actually think he's been gone for the past three hours or so."
Disappointment settles into you and you roll your eyes, already annoyed. "Of course he has," You sigh.
Toru offers you a half-comforting grin before stepping back a bit and opening the door wider for you, "He'll probably be back soon though, if you wanna come in?"
You debated leaving but the prospect of being able to spend some alone time with Toru is what swayed you into staying.
Which is how you ended up in their living room.
The rest of the house was quieter than Sato ever allowed it to be. There was no music blaring, none of his restless pacing or constant yammering about fuck knows what. The only thing heard was the low hum of the TV ahead of you and Toru.
He'd put on a movie a few minutes ago and although you'd agreed to watch it with him, you kept glancing towards the front door hoping to see Sato walk in any moment now.
It never happens.
Sitting on the opposite ends of the couch, you and Toru are steady to find comfort in one another's presence. You eventually let yourself focus on what he'd put on, snorting whenever he laughed at the unfunniest bits of it and finding yourself mused by the easiness of it all.
You noticed how Toru also tried to sneak his eyes onto you here and there, lacking that smoothness his slightly older brother had and always catching your attention when he did it.
The two of you even shared those warm moments where you'd catch him staring and then whisper, "What, is something on my face?"
To which he'd swallow thickly and shake his head, "No, not at all. Sorry..."
His shyness is probably what drew you in the most about him. You loved how often he avoided eye contact with you, how gentle his voice always came out, and the way he'd begin to adjust himself against the couch due to the smallest of things.
The night was going well enough for you to forget all about—
Your phone rang and Sato's name was lighting up your screen.
At the sight, your shoulders went tense and you were unsure if you should answer it or not. Toru looked over at you but he didn't say anything.
The movie continued to play ahead as you picked up the phone and quietly spoke to Sato, "What?"
Whatever was said to you on the other end made your jaw clench—something of which Toru noted instantly. He didn't mean to be nosy but it was hard not to when minutes passed and you were clearly getting frustrated about your conversation.
"You sound drunk," You're heard muttering, making Toru's ears perk up and then strain to hear more.
Sato is just barely heard grumbling in response, "M'not drunk, baby."
Your shoulders slump, "Did you even mean to text me?"
There's a long pause. Toru tenses up and Sato's heard burping.
"I texted you?" The man on the phone asks, making your entire mood sink. "Hahhh, fuck. I don' remember doing that.. What uh, what'd I say?"
"You said you needed to talk." You reply rigidly.
He nods even though you can't see him, "Ah... I mean, I do need to talk to you but," Pausing to grumble, "Don't see why I didn't jus' call.. Anyway, s-so yesterday I was with this girl 'n she said m'not doin' anything wrong."
His early attempt at trying to convince you he wasn't drunk fell flat in that instant. You stare into space for a moment, "What?"
"Remember how we got into it about your squirting problem?" Sato blurts out in response.
You could feel yourself getting irritated with him all over again. You hated the way he said that like it was truly an issue on your end alone, even though the two of you have talked about it after the argument.
"My squirting problem? You mean the fact that you can't get me there?" You snapped back, matching his energy for just a second and unintentionally gaining the dull attention of his nosy brother.
At this point, you don't think you cared whether or not he overheard.
"No, no, I cannnn..." Sato drags out drunkenly. Then you hear this giggle in the background before he adds, "This girl told me it really is you 'n not me. Because like-"
You hang up the phone before he can continue.
The last thing you wanted to do was entertain whatever the fuck he was about to tell you for any longer than you had to. Your phone falls down into your lap and you feel it buzzing a few seconds later but you only swipe it back up to silence it entirely.
After which, the room falls into a thick quietness that swallows up both you and Toru. Even the movie playing ahead had switched to a soundless scene that only added to the shift in moods.
A few minutes of this stillness pass before you feel the weight on the other side of the couch shifting. Your eyes flick over and you see him readjusting himself in his seat.
You don't question it nor say anything but his sudden movements do manage to pull you out of your funk for a second. Ignoring it, you pick your phone back up to see that Sato had texted you a bunch of gibberish—the only sensible message you can make out being one of him begging you to text or call back.
As soon as you start typing, his twin decides to clear his throat again.
“I mean, it can’t be that hard.” Toru says all timidly, his words catching enough to snag your attention away from your phone.
Your thumb goes idle against the screen and you look up at him to see his cheeks colored over with bright red. He was looking off to his left and you could tell by the rapid rise and fall of his chest that his breathing had gone off-track.
Clearly, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
You chuckle as if intrigued by his words, humming, “Your brother said the same thing."
Toru scoffs and then speaks without thinking again, “He doesn’t care enough.”
Cocking a brow, “Doesn’t care enough to make me squirt?” You ask.
The sound of the man’s breath hitching was clearer than the dense tension between you both. “Obviously not,” Toru continues, lifting two slim fingers up to the center of his glasses to adjust them against his nose. “If he did, he would’ve made sure you… uh, did that.”
Never would you have expected to have this kind of conversation with the same man who can barely look you in the eye. But it was clear something had changed. Even in his body language, you saw how he'd sat up a bit straighter against the couch and let his legs sprawl out wider—almost invitingly so.
He was still avoiding your gaze but the sturdiness in his voice is what intrigued you the most.
“Did what, Toru? Say it,” You pressed, putting your phone down and turning on the couch to face him fully.
You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat with the way he gulped thickly. “He would’ve uhm..." Toru pauses to take a deep breath—mentally reminding himself that he swore not to embarrass himself in front of you again—and then clears his throat one more time, "He would've made sure you squirted.”
Too shy to look at you just yet, he misses how the look in your eyes changes entirely. It was like seeing him in a new light.
Not that you hadn't thought about it before. He does look exactly like Sato and there's been a few times where you've wondered what it'd be like to be the cause of his glasses going crooked 'n foggy.
Biting back a smile, “Well, he makes me cum a lot.” You explain to him casually. Certainly Toru wouldn't have started talking to you about this if he didn't at least have some advice for you, “Like, back to back.”
He nods, nimble fingers fidgeting over one another in his lap, “Then, he just doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
You bat your lashes at him all cluelessly, “But—“
“As I said the first time,” Toru looks at you all of a sudden, his eyes mildly terrified behind his frames despite the attempt of confidence spreading over his face. There was a devilishly sexy blend of sureness and hesitancy plastered all over his features, “It can’t be that hard.”
The direct eye contact and few inches of space between where you two were sitting made everything feel hot all of a sudden. Blush melts itself into his skin again and it was clear that this initiated flirting of his was a first time thing.
You knew Toru found you intimidating and that subconsciously accepted fact only made you want to see more. More of your affect on him.
Sliding closer to him on the couch, your voice slyly dips into something more taunting, “You sound like you wanna try.”
Watching the way his jaw flexes, teeth tightly gritted within his mouth, and throat struggling to conceal the high-pitched sound that threatened to jump out of him—your affect on the man was as clear as day.
Somehow, Toru manages to maintain his confident facade, “Would you let me if I did?”
“Do you?” You ask quicker than he expects you to.
His head felt like it was spinning already. Is this what it's like to do drugs? Does his brother get to experience this all the time?
Toru gulps again, “Do I.. what?”
Now he was playing dumb on purpose, as if he wasn't the one who commenced this whole thing with his earlier statement.
Which makes you giggle, “You’re the smartest guy I know, Toru." Your compliment makes his heart skip a few beats. Then your head tilts and your tone softens, "Don’t start acting dumb just to appeal to me.”
He bats those pretty white lashes at you with his eyes all doe-like on you for a moment before he looks down, “I just… I wanted to hear you say it.”
You stand up from the couch all of a sudden and he freezes up. Then you walk over and stand right in between his legs, moving a hand to his chin and forcing his head up. “Do you wanna try making me squirt?”
Toru shakes his head and your brows furrow. His face nuzzles into your hand, forcing it to spread open as his cheek presses into your palm, “It’s not something to be tried, it’s just something I can do for you.” He explains.
Your thumb brushes against his cheek and his glasses slip down his nose a bit. Smiling, “Someone's confident.”
He merely whispers, “‘Can’t be that hard.”
——
Ten minutes later and you're wondering why he wasn't the first Gojo twin you met.
Loong fingers stretching your pussy out crudely, hot tongue attacking your clit like he wanted to lick you into numbness, and eyes still doe-like as they remain glued up on your face—Toru was nothing like his slightly older brother.
No, no, he aimed not only to please but to learn how you like to be pleased.
Whereas Sato would just sleep with you the same way he did with anyone else—beyond confident in his own abilities to bring a woman pleasure—Toru was the kinda man who took his time to work you up specifically.
“Taste s’good,” He praised in a tone deeper than you knew to be capable from him. You were laying across the couch now and he was stuffed neatly in between your legs. Whining, “More,” as he tugged at your thighs, his jaw going slack, and his mouth smearing against your cunt. “Gimme’ more—mmpfh. Please?"
You weren't sure what more he could be referring to when his fingertips were already twirling something sinful against your g-spot. You had a hand buried into his hair, your other behind you as you held onto the couch to steady yourself with the way he feasted on you as if your pussy was the best thing to wet up his tongue.
“Ah, T-Toru, fuck!” You cried out, unconsciously pulling away from him when his fingers focused in deep against that soppy spot—addicted to the way your slick gushed out around his hand and left a sweet mess against the couch.
His fingers leave your insides for only a second and a half before he's shoving them into his mouth to suck the taste off. Toru's eyes rolled back for a moment before he let both of his hands redirect to your inner thighs and then spread you out wider just so nothing was obstructing your view of the way he sloppily kissed your cunt.
Small strings of aroused filth would hang in between his mouth and your puffy pussylips, all of which would get licked off by his eager tongue before he dove back in for more.
Before you'd let him make his way down there, you recall the way he oh-so-awkwardly kissed you. He hardly had a clue what to do with his tongue when it was against yours but now that he was in between your legs, he became an entirely different person.
Suckling the dewy tastes into his mouth and guzzling it down his throat just to let it linger, Toru was nothing short of desperate to make you feel good. So much so that his brain practically turns off as he moves his hands to grip your hips and then lifts the lower half of your body up against his face.
His mouth nuzzled harder against you and you felt the wiggling tip of his tongue slap against your clenching walls. He softly humped the couch as he ate you out, letting the sounds of your moans coax him into giving you everything he could.
Toru only pulled away from your cunt when his glasses fogged up too much for him to see your face. And before you could offer to wipe them off or anything, you met his gaze with the way his head angled for you to do so.
His voice deep and aching, “Sit on my face,” He requested before whining again. “Pleasepleaseplease,” the man panted almost puppy-like and then seared his next words right into your clit with the edge of his tongue, “Need it s’bad.”
You don't think you had it anywhere in you to deny him when he was asking so nicely like that.
But by the time the two of you had flipped over and you were left hovering over his pleasantly flushed face—his shaky hands tight against your hips—you were a little too nervous to sit down.
Toru had caught his breath by now but nothing about his starved appetite had changed. Those previously soft blue eyes of his seemed to pierce straight through you in a way that Sato's sometimes would. You know they're twins and all but fuck, it was nerve-wracking to experience that hungry look from the alleged "shy" twin.
“Ride it," Toru husked out all of a sudden, giving your body the faintest pull.
Your eyes went all wide, “…Your mouth?”
Instead of clarifying things or being patient with you, he snatches your frame down with a strength you didn't know he possessed. Moaning before your core even reaches his lips again, “Want you to feed your pussy to me.”
Then he was practically suctioned to you again, eyes rolling back far enough for the whites to be visible beneath the foggy frames of his glasses.
“Ohfuck,” You cry out, the upper half of your body slumping forward a bit as your thighs squeeze around his head.
You felt the way Toru smiled at the feeling, almost like he was exactly where he'd wanted to be. His tongue skated up into you with a vigor you'd never felt before.
The man ate pussy like he wanted the results of your release plastered all over those pretty glasses of his, leaving him with sogged vision and a numbed tongue. It was yet another thing that made him so much different than his brother because although that man had stamina like no other and knew how to use his cock, he never once ate you out.
Meanwhile Toru couldn’t seem to get enough.
He even left a needy smack to your ass, encouraging you to do as he initially asked of you and ride his face. It wasn’t until his tongue was constantly plunging past your glissading folds that you unconsciously rolled your hips forward and earned a whimper from him in response.
Then the hands on your hips began to tug at you again, not even begging you for more but demanding it now.
You could no longer focus on the way he looked with splashes of your slick spread out on his glasses in nasty droplets since the tip of his nose had bumped up against your clit, and his jaw went slack just to adhere to your drooling nerves.
The sensation made your entire body flinch, but he wouldn’t let you pull up. For the nth time, you were stunned by Toru’s strength.
His tongue was thick and gathering against your pussy, not letting a singular drop of your taste escape his mouth until something light ghosted out of you.
“S-Something feels-, nngh,” Your struggles were just the cutest thing. “Different.” You tried to warn him.
His head tilted slightly and you felt his lips curve against you again as he smiled knowingly. Plucking his mouth away from you for the first time in forever with a wet pop!, Toru let his warm breath pat your quivering hole as he whispered, “It’s supposed to feel different, sweet girl. That’s what happens when you come to the right twin.”
Cocky. You never knew Toru had that in him—must be a trait that runs into family.
Except, it’s not like he was wrong. Once he lathered his tongue back in and sucked on your cunt like it was the only thing keeping him sane, you felt that coiling burn building up inside you. You knew you were gonna squirt despite never experiencing it before.
But it felt like too much, made you feel dirty as you neared that shattering edge. So much so that you tried so hard to snatch yourself away from Toru, whining excessively only for each sound to fall on completely deaf ears.
Your legs had clamped around his head so tight that he was getting lightheaded from his lack of oxygen—not that he cared. He had one singular goal and nothing was gonna stop him from reaching it.
It wasn’t long before it happened as his complimenting moans turned into graveling groans. The sounds vibrated against your pussy and you were tongue-fucked right into something blissful. Bleary white streaks coated your vision and you think you would’ve fallen over if not for the mean grasp he had on you.
Toru had done it, he managed to make you squirt.
By the time your brain feels like it’s functioning enough to hold a conversation, you let your vision come back to you and look down to see his soaked face.
His eyes are dazed whilst they peer up at you, appreciation swirling through his pupils. Those same glasses you’ve managed to squirt over are now crooked and you wonder if that’s from the way you unconsciously started rutting your hips forward just a few minutes ago.
Toru didn’t do anything but pant heavily—his breath stuttering here and there due to how long he went without breathing properly. When he finds the energy to send you another boyish grin, you feel a wave of embarrassment flutter over.
“Shit,” You huff, slowly moving from over his face and then grabbing his glasses.
With his face revealed, you saw how unfairly pretty he was with content written into his skin.
Then he chuckles softly, “You don’t have t’clean those.” Toru tells you, tone mumbled.
You were trying to wipe his glasses off with your shirt but he’d moved his hand to your wrist to stop you.
“I like the mess,” he added.
After which you’re stuck staring at him while he takes the wet glasses out of your hand and puts them back on his face. Surely there’s some hygienic concerns to take into consideration here but he’s not at all worrying about that right now.
Not with the painfully hard cock he’s got twitching in between his legs.
He wasn’t gonna tell you out of fear you’d assume he was some kinda loser (he is) but, not only did he cum half-way through eating you out, he also got hard again when that messy stream came pouring out of you.
Toru’s never made a woman squirt before but he did study enough videos to—clearly—figure out how it’s done. He didn’t think it would work so easily with you since all he had to use was his tongue but considering the way you just-
“Can you do that again?” Your voice hits his ears all of a sudden and his eyes widen.
“W-What?” Toru chokes, “You uh, you want me to make you squirt again?”
You nod and then move to sit back a little, not exactly in his lap but still close enough for your body heat to mingle. Your finger trails down the center of his torso slowly as you speak, “It felt really good. I wanna do it again,” You requested almost innocently. “But, on your cock this time.”
He doesn’t know how he managed not to cum at the sound of that.
Toru knew you were bold, he knew you could be a bit of a ditz at time, but fuck—did you have any idea of the things you were asking for sometimes?
Mustering up that faux confidence from before, he leans up and hums. “Alright, yeah… I can do that.” He thinks. Not that he’ll admit his lack of assuredness to you though. His hands simply move against your body and you hardly realize what’s going on until he’s swooped you up in his arms. “But not here.”
You blink dumbfoundedly, “Why not?”
“I have a better idea.”
——
When he said that, you didn’t think the better idea in question would be having sex in his brother’s room.
You recognized the path there as Toru carried you, felt the familiarity when he laid you down on the bed, and smelled the same scent of Sato lingering around even as Toru tried to distract you with kisses.
It seemed to be surprise after surprise with this man.
“I think after all the times I’ve had to hear the two of you fuck,” Toru’s hands were running down your body—his touch smoother than his brother’s ever were. “It’s only fair that I make you squirt in the same place he never could, right?”
Too many thoughts of sin swirled in your head for you to answer that properly so all you did was nod your head again. Which was yet another thing he found cute.
It’s no wonder Sato kept you to himself all this time.
That realization becomes even clearer by the time Toru’s got his cock freed from his clothing, his pinkish tip dribbling precum down onto your cunt while he gapes at the sight.
With his clothes all gone, you realized that he’d been hiding a ripped body under all those baggy, nerdy-branded tees he wore. His muscles would flex without him even trying and he didn’t even notice how badly you were drooling over him until he stopped looking at your weeping hole and remembered to redirect his gaze up.
Seeing how you’re staring at his abs like you wanted to take a bite out of him, he leaned all the way up and allowed himself to be on full display for you. His cock bobbed with its hardness due to the way you admired him.
He was only reminded again that his brother got this time and time again and was too selfish to share.
What an asshole.
Toru scoffed and let his head cock to the left, peaking down at his length still hanging over your lower abdomen. “Hm,” His hand moved and he began to measure himself in comparison to how deep inside you he’d be within the next few minutes—hand stopping only a few inches short of your belly button. “Does he reach this far?”
You flinched out of your gawking thoughts and moved your attention to where his hand was, gasping at the debauched sight in between your legs.
Truth be told, the fact that they were twins clearly applied to every inch of their bodies. But if you looked hard enough, you could notice that Sato’s is a bit longer while Toru’s has that veining thickness.
To avoid making the man jealous, you shrug and make eye contact with him again, “Put it in and find out.”
Toru laughs dryly and you throb. Something had changed from before. His shyness seemed like it hid itself away considering there was nothing shy about how he wrapped his hand around his cock and then let it slap slap slap! against your swollen folds.
Your body twitched at each slap but what caught his attention most is how your cunt salivated with each one.
“Huh. I think I figured it out,” Toru breathed, his glasses slipping a bit.
Then he guides his dick up to swab around your clit for a couple seconds just to see the way your hips instantly squirm up for more. The smile that drags out across his face is chillingly close to the one Sato wears while he fucks you.
“There it is,” Toru whispers, hauling his cock down and letting his plump tip poke against your hole to feel you clench, and then slide back. “That’s what you like. You like being teased.”
You were so needy that you felt your slick wetly sliding down your skin to pool beneath you, “N-No, I just—“
“Shhh, focus on how this feels, pretty girl.” He instructs. All the shakiness you normally heard in his speech was gone and replaced with something sinfully commanding—yearning only to teach you true pleasure. “See how my cock keeps slipping out? Mmgh,” He repeated his action from before and your hips bucked for more this time, making him huff. “Don’t you want it inside you sooo badly?”
Your hand reached down for him, trying your damndest to angle him into you, “I do. Toru please,” You pleaded delightfully.
His naturally submissive nature leads him to slip an inch in but the dewy warmth of your pussy makes him let out a stuttered gasp. Then he lets his cock slop right out of you with another ringing sound of filth spurring out into the air. His deft cockhead thwacks at your quivering hole again and your eyes roll back.
"Say that again." Toru grunts, slapping your parted folds with his cock again to emphasize his words, "Beg me for it."
Your back arches up off the bed this time and you’ve got the prettiest look of desperation on your face, "Mnh, please?"
Fuck. He was not strong enough to drag this out any longer.
Nor was he reader for how welcoming your cunt is for him. Swallowing him in inch by stretching inch, Toru’s left with a slacked jaw as he finally slides into you. Choking on his own breath, “O-Ohh… Oh fuck.” he pants, “You’re so wet. F-Fuck, were you always this wet? Shit..”
You let off a pleasant string of moans that make his cock twitch wildly inside you before he even makes it halfway in.
Managing a short breath, you smile up at him, “Didn’t know you could curse s’much, Toru.”
He knew right then and there he was fucked.
“G-Gonna cum,” He whimpers as he drops his face down into your neck. The singular utterance of his name is what did it for him.
You thought he was just being dramatic but when you feel velvety ropes of creamy cum flooding into you followed by his throaty grunts against the crook of your neck, you realize he was being everything but.
The man could barely move his hips and all he had to offer you was thick loads in sporadic spurts and whiny groans.
By the time you feel his cum escaping where the two of you are still connected, you’re slow to snort, “…Toru?”
“Shit,” He gasps immediately, “Shitshitshit, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cum,” His head flies up, white hairs sticking to his forehead from sweat and eyes all wide and apologetic on yours, “I just-, you felt so good. I couldn’t-, fuck. I’m—“
“It’s okay,” You giggle, moving your hands to cup his face, “Just keep goin’.”
“But-,” His eyes travel back and forth between your own as he continues to stare. It takes Toru a long moment to realize he’s… still hard.
With a breathless oh tumbling out of his kiss-bitten lips, he rolls his hips forward and pushes his cum deeper into you as a creamy squelch rings out. “O-Ohh, fuck. That sounds s’nasty...” He murmurs, arousal decorating his expression from the sound.
“Mhm,” You whir, tugging him down to kiss you.
If Sato had good stamina then, as twins, Toru should too, right?
A very intimate mess of his hips rocking down into you carries on with your lips sliding over one another. Unlike his older sibling who typically fucked like his every thrust guaranteed pleasure (it did), Toru moved inside you in the same way his mouth moved over yours—awkward but careful.
The streeeetch from his cock definitely made up for his lack of hurried strokes since his steady pace forced you to feel every prodding inch.
He may not have lasted long inside you without cumming but he was able to bring you to an orgasm of your own, whispering things into your mouth about how perfect you were—how his brother never deserved any of this.
It made your heart feel heavy and your cunt sloppily sang around his cock up until the sound of something dropping made you both gasp.
“What the fuck.” Sato’s voice was heard seething, having dropped the bag he had hanging off of his shoulder.
When Toru pulls away from you and glances back, you manage to move your head enough to catch a glimpse of how Sato stuck was staring at the way his twin steadily fucking you to gentle tears.
“S-Sato,” You sputtered out, suddenly feeling Toru’s hand move to press down your lower abdomen—tightening the pressure around his cock and making him feel impossibly bigger inside you. “Ohmygod-,” Both men heard the way you choked, “M’gonna cum.”
Only to be interrupted by Toru scoffing, "Not yet. Someone has to teach this guy how to make you squirt, right?"
“No one has to teach me shit,” Sato argued as he fully entered his bedroom.
What a sight—his own brother fucking his favorite girl. Sato never thought he’d see the day, honestly.
Hell, he didn’t even know what to say. The sight of you two wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Toru had his face so it was like seeing himself fuck you. But, y’know, with glasses…
“Clearly someone does,” Toru’s delayed response came after he’d tugged his cock out of you, watching his cum sap out and soil his brother’s bedsheets. “Especially if I was able to do it.”
Rolling his eyes, “Bullshit.” Sato spat without letting his brother’s words register properly. When they finally do, an appalled expression colors over him, “Wait, what? No way, show me.”
Toru moves a hand to scratch the back of his neck, looking off to the side dorkishly, “Uh, we didn’t record it or anything–”
“No, I mean do it again, four eyes.” His older brother clarifies rudely.
You sit up at that. Glancing back and forth between the two for a moment and then settling your eyes onto Sato, “What?”
“I don’t believe him,” Sato huffs as comes to sit on the edge of his bed. Throwing his eyes onto you, “So, if he really made you squirt then surely he has no issue doing it again.”
You blink. “You want him to do that in front of you?”
“I want to see you squirt, period,” He admits, “I don’t care who gets it outta’ you at this point.”
You and Toru then exchange glances before looking at him.
“Well?” Sato scoffs. “If you’re gonna go out of your way to fuck in my bed, don’t stop now that I’m here. Put on a fuckin’ show for me.”
Ever so demanding he was…
——
Not that you or Toru seemed to care.
The next position you end up in is rather… precarious, to say the least.
You thought you were left stretched before but that feeling was utterly pale in comparison to what you felt now. Toru had you bouncing up and down his heavy cock, letting it talk you through every pummeling thrust by leaving sweltering smooches against the deepest crevices of your cunt.
Your maw was left to dangle open and you looked like a true slut in the eyes of the Gojo twins. As one fucked you beyond dumb, the other was sat in front of you with his hands wrapped around his shaft, his palm running up and down that wildly long cock of his as sticky precum glistened out from his tip.
Drool and spit trickled all down your jaw and fell onto the floor below and you couldn’t move in any way to escape Toru’s desperate thrusts.
The sound of sweaty skin slacking and clashing against one another echoed through Sato’s large bedroom whilst he watched and got off to the sight.
Your arms and legs were locked firmly in Toru’s grip and he was just using your pussy to satisfy that swollen ache he’d been dealing with for fuck knows how long now.
The remnants of his cum sobbed downwards and left a messy ring around his base, the pearly color nearly mocking the white happy trail of hair he had.
"Tighter-, hahh.. squeeze around me tighter, please." Toru muttered into your ear, having found himself pussydrunk and slopped. The walls of your pussy narrowed around him and his hips snapped up a little faster, "Good girl, just like that. F-Fuuck... you're gonna make me c-cum." Toru whimpered.
A singular gasp of, "Inside.” from your horribly sore throat makes both him and his brother groan.
"Again? Shiit," Toru sent a bragging smile ahead before bucking his hips up into you faster as if to prove a point. Still talking into your ear, "Y'want me to breed you in front of Sato? Damn, you're sluttier than I thought you'd be."
You feel his weighty balls pounding up against your skin as his cock bullied in deeper, your pussy stretched into the prettiest shape and molded perfectly around him.
Sato couldn’t take his eyes off the errotic sight and his hand moved faster, his own hips thrusting up as he reminisced on that feeling of positioning into you. The man swears he could feel you wrapped around him just from watching his brother handle you.
It was so different to see things from this perspective but fuck was it sexy. Your tits bounced as Toru dragged you up up upp and then let his hips meet you halfway with a needy thrust as he let your body come back down.
"Mmngh, Toru!" You moaned softly.
To which his teeth nipped at your ear, "It's so cute when you say my name like that," He huffs, "Do you like me that much? Hm? Like the way Toru treats this pussy?"
You weakly moved your head in agreement, tears running down your cheeks, "Uhuhh… f-fuuuck, Toru. M’cummin.”
His movements grew faster then, ruder. The plump crown of his cock mashed into that sweet spot of yours over and over and over as if to make the spot his new home—imprint himself there permanently.
Breathing all heavy against you, “S’okay, let it out, sweetheart. Show him what he should be making you do, yeah?”
Sato cums a split second before it actually happens, based on the fact that it was about to happen. Thank god you were too drunk to see it because he’s watching with teary eyes as you squirt all over Toru—his dick slipping out of you because of it and the mess spraying ahead filthily.
Your pussy quivers from the release and you’re whining all through it, the cooing sound of Toru whispering you through your high prominence in your ear. You could barely think, barely breathe because of the intensity of it all.
When you calm down from it, Toru’s still got you in his arms and all you’re left to focus on is Sato’s pouty face as he continues to stroke himself.
“Well, fuck. Look at you,” He spoke hoarsely the moment he noticed your attention on him, his head resting back against his headboard, “Just a whore for some Gojo cock, huh?”
Your head barely bobs in response—far too dazed to answer that with a properly functioning brain.
Sato’s hand squeezes around his tip and his brows furrow, “Yeahhh? Y’liked watching me jerk off like some pathetic loser while I let my brother fuck you?” He hardly waited for another answer out of you before nodding his chin, “Bet you do. Look at that pussy, so fuckin’ wet from this.”
Toru’s easing you down on the bed in between the both of them, puffing, “Unfair of you to keep her all to yourself, Sato.”
Keeping things simple, “I’m willing to share now.”
…
Things should have ended there. Seriously.
But, allas, the hold these two have over you appeared to be much stronger than you thought.
“Wrap those lips around me, baby.” Sato had requested, watching your shaky limbs move in between his legs.
Toru was somewhere behind you, diving his face back into your cunt to… clean the mess he left in there, apparently.
Out of both of them, Toru was definitely the more perverted one—currently eating his own cum out of your cunt after giving you some bullshit excuse about wanting to keep you clean.
All he wanted was to stick his tongue inside you again. You weren’t that dumb.
While you gathered Sato’s cock into your palm and let your lips press into his tip, he hissed as his face twisted up due to sensitivity. Easing a hand onto your head, “Atta girl. Choke on this dick while he cleans you up. Wanna see every inch down that throat.”
His words never failed to leave your cunt soused, a physical reaction of which met Toru’s compliant tongue.
Sato’s bed was a mess of all sorts of fluids—overly due for a washing after all that had taken place thus far. His cock was somewhere in the back of your throat and he felt your moans tremble against him whenever Toru slurped against you just right.
The three of you were lazy with everything by now and the only thing that made the Gojo siblings perk up was when you ended up gifting Toru’s mouth with another raining mess.
Oh, Sato was in awe at the sight all over again. So much so that it’s what caused his next orgasm. He was so dazed by your squirting that he didn’t even bother to ask you to swallow what he’d just unconsciously thrusted into your throat.
Normally that’s his favorite part; watching or asking you to swallow his seed. Yet, he’d missed all of that because seeing his brother’s face smothered in your wetness left him shocked.
“Ohhh, shit. That was more than the first time.” Toru said as he finally pulled himself from in between your legs.
Sato’s ears twitch and he cocks a brow. Daze broke completely, “First time?” he asked. It was clear he still didn’t believe that his geeky, clumsy, and overall awkward sibling made that happen before he walked in.
Toru looks at his brother, “Yeah… More than the first time she squirted.”
Sato stares. “You… You made her squirt before I got here?” Disbelief was evident in his tone.
He chuckles, “You asked me that like it’s hard or something, of course I did.”
You pull yourself up from Sato’s softening cock just in time and give the two slow blinks while transferring your gaze back and forth. Sleepiness wasn’t slow to overcome you.
Sato met your eyes with his pointed ones and puffed all brat-like, “Soooo… you’re gonna do that for only me next time, right?”
There’s not a singular thought inside your head as you blatantly ignore him. Then, you turn over and plop onto the bed to lay down—back facing the two of them.
“Hello?” Sato taps your shoulder and then jokingly adds a comedic, “Chat, am I muted…?”
Toru snorts with a shake of his head, getting out the bed to start cleaning up the mess you three collectively made within the past few hours.
Then, you’re wondering if the roles had reversed for a second when he grumbles, “Fuckin’ loser…”
Summary: tamsy just teasing you while eating you out!
It’s been hours with Tamsy between your legs. You laid back on the bed, legs spread as he eats you out. His tongue lapping hungrily at your folds. Large hands holding and massaging your thighs open. “ Tams- Tamsy..” you gasp his name, another orgasm hitting you. Your body shakes, thighs moving to capture his head between them. He forces them back open, moaning against your clit as he drinks in your release. His nose nudges against your clit, every time he opens his mouth his nose into you. You gasp, squirming and pulling your hips away. You’re a sobbing mess, legs tired from being spread for so long. “ Tamsy, baby please .. I can’t anymore, I really can't.” He chuckles, pulling away. “ not even one more? Cmonn.. I know you have it in you. Be a good girl and cum for me just once more. Yeah?” He kisses your thigh, eyes squinting as he looks at you. He’s acting cute on purpose. Prick. You nod your head, covering your face. He thanks you, kissing your clit before going back to mouthing your pussy. His tongue pushes in and out of you, curling inside you. His hands grab the meat of your ass, squeezing. “ So good.. tastes soo good.. mmmm.” He moans, the noises between your legs only getting louder. “ Fuck, you’re too much-“ you get cut off by him gently biting your clit, a loud moan tearing past your lips. “ Fuck!” You mewl, back arching off the bed as your hips jerk against his face. He laughs, grabbing your hips and keeping you down. He presses his face closer, sucking on your clit while his hands move to spread your pussy open. He rubs your pussy lips, pulling them apart before letting go and then doing it again. “ Gonna cum? I feel you tightening on my tongue~ gonna squirt f’me? Yeah? I think you will..” he kisses your clit, chuckling as you begin to squirm again. You feel yourself getting closer, eyes watering and closing tight. You feel him squeeze your hips, his tongue going deeper. That’s all it takes for you to cum, squirting against his face. His eyes quickly shut, mouth closing against you as he drinks in your release again. He waits for you to ride out your orgasm before he begins to lap at your pussy, making sure none of your release is wasted. You pant, arms going to cover your face as you calm your breathing. He finally pulls away, licking his lips with a smirk. He moves to lay next to you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in. He kisses your cheek, nuzzling against your neck. You glare at him, pushing his face away. “ asshole. How long do you think you’ve been at it!? I can’t even close my legs..” you pout, causing him to laugh. “ m’sorry.. but not really. You taste Devine.. and I bet you felt good-“ you push him away again, face turning red. “ ughh. Whatever. Go get me some water.” He laughs again, kissing your palm before standing up to grab water. You watch him leave, turning to your side with your head in your hands.
Synopsis. Toji Zenin. Nephew of Naobito Zenin. Leader of the powerful Zenin clan. Also…your newly-wed husband with a taste to give the family an heir. Now.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, clan leader!Toji, arranged marriage, chiIdhood best friends, being apart, friend-to-married, married-to-Iovers, the elders, the cIan is awful, rumors, tradition, cónsummation, wedding nights, exhíbitíonism, he’s PÚSSYDRÚNK, oraI (fem rec.), spítting, chokíng, manhandIing, dirty taIk, fíngering, wedding rings, matíng presses, he’s BIG, tummy buIges, cervíx smooching, rough s, letting them hear, talking you through it, pushing down, p taIking, dúmbifícation, BRÉEDlNG, creampíes, cúmpIay, cúmfIation, implied marathon, overstím, breaking cIan systems, slight hurt, COMFORT, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 12.6k
A/N. Saw that one frame of his foot and knew I had to-
“And if both families find themselves in favor of this proposition-” Naobito Zenin claps his hands with a greedy smile, quivering the ceramic cups of tea before him. “-then I take that we shall commence the appropriate measures?”
“Quite quite.” The elderly representative of your own family strokes his long beard. He reaches across the sleek table of Japanese cedar—it had the sigils of Zenin warriors carved into it, each glowering up at the outsiders upon their ancient estate. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Zenin-sama.”
The former clan leader takes his handshake heartily, “The pleasure is all mine.” Before his scrutinizing eyes slip over to you. “And about the preparations for the after-ceremony—”
But you don’t listen.
Instead, you’re lifting your gaze up eeeever-so-slightly.
Just the slightest nudge that wouldn’t be enough to draw suspicion from the older men around you, yet still manage to give you a peek at the hounding figure beside Naobito. Fists clenched. Jaw sharp. Gaze lowered.
Toji Zenin.
Your future husband.
The first time you’d met the leader of the Zenin clan had been far before he ever had to bear such a title- in fact, he hadn’t even been considered an adequate heir.
Back then you’d never in a million years have thought that Toji Zenin would be your future husband.
It was a humid summer at the Zenin Estate.
Almost two decades ago to the day; on a day when even the cicadas seemed to sweat off the trees, echoing their sun-baffled frustrations out into the open air. And the clouds slugged across a blue sky that battered down mercilessly its balmy glare upon the heat-drunken Earth. Upon the type of people that padded their perspired foreheads with embroidered handkerchiefs, tailored hand-made for but one clan.
Just five years old, you’d been running through the Zenin Estate’s hallways in an effort to get away from the heat and your family. Your tiny feet thundering down the polished floors. Your best kimono flapping behind you.
Your clan was always rather close with the Zenin’s - on a business level, if nothing else.
So it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them to visit Naobito and his council to go over numbers you didn’t understand, and contracts you couldn’t read yet, and shake hands with men that made your stomach lurch in nervousness. But what was out of the ordinary was the fact that you had joined them this time—your private tutoring had been paused for the summer, as most conventional schools would have. And so your father had thought that perhaps bringing you along to one of their meetings would be more fruitful than leaving you alone with the garden and the house staff.
But the corridors were hot, and even hotter were the meeting halls your father made you bow to elders in: thick and saturated with the sweetness of expensive perfumes and clan deals done well.
So well, in fact, that no one had noticed when you’d slipped out the mahogany double doors.
You knew you’d get in trouble sooner or later- so you might as well do as much exploring as you could!
You weaved through the expansive compound.
Skipping rocks from atop their garden bridge, feeding the koi with shreds of bread one of the house attendants had handed you, swinging from the conservative branches of gingko trees. There weren’t many flowering trees or bushes, you’d noticed. The garden was green and sterile of any other color.
Then you’d taken to being fed little morsels of delicacies by the ladies in the kitchens- at least, until one of the Zenin elders had barged in and started barking out orders. You’d escaped immediately - not wanting to get caught just yet - and run out into the sun-scorched corridor outside.
It was there that you’d flung yourself into the nearest open room you’d found.
Its grand sliding doors shuddering shut behind you, you’d cowered into the shadows as the elder’s grumbles walked by outside.
You’d only breathed out a sigh of relief when you were sure that his feet had trundled towards the end of the hallway, making a swift turn on the pathway to the meeting hall. Sitting down on the cool wooden floor, you clutched your knees to your chest. “Thank heav-”
“If you’re gonna make this much noise then at least do it where it’ll disturb those old toads.”
You’d nearly jumped out of your own skin- in fact, you think you just might have.
If the shadows could speak then you’d have said that they sounded oddly young, though the growl in his voice made you think of those types of boys that would graze their knees and then pretend it didn’t hurt. There weren’t many children in your estate outside of you, but sometimes you’d watch over the walls at the neighborhood children from afar—and you found there seemed to be at least one or two of those always.
He sounded like the rowdiest of the bunch.
And who you’d first thought to be a ghost - perhaps in hindsight you weren’t too far off - turns out actually to be a lone figure in the middle of the dark room. A little boy.
He was sitting before nothing, he was sitting against nothing.
He had long shaggy hair that covered his eyes, and a mouth permanently downturned. An irritated red scar shone from one side of it.
A drop of red blood trickled down it and made you wince.
You attempted to take a step closer-
“Didn’t ya hear what I said?” That hoarse voice - much too grown-up for but a mere child your age, perhaps a year or two older - rang out before you’d even let the soles of your feet rest. Echoing. Foreboding. “Get. Out.”
“And who are you to tell me what to do?” And you always did have a habit of questioning elders that you should perhaps not question - at least not according to your etiquette classes. So who was a little child?
He scowled and looked away.
Through the shreds of his death-black bangs, you thought you saw a glimpse of green eyes, so much like the gardens of the Zenin Estate. And you can’t help but step closer—“Who are you, anyway? What’s your name?”
“Zenin.” He spat out as if it was venom.
“I could’ve guessed that.” You sighed, with all the wisdom of a five-year-old. Most Zenins had those sharply handsome features, the dark hair, and green eyes that glimmered like crystals. You could already see the burgeoning Zenin in the boy your age, the weight of it. “What’s your first name?”
He didn’t answer.
With a huff, you’d stepped closer.
“What’s your first name?”
He still didn’t answer.
And closer.
“What’s your first name?”
He didn’t answer still. Not even when you were standing right beside him, he remained turned away as if you didn’t exist.
You leaned down to try and glance at his face- but the boy snarled and whipped away. His lips stretched almost garishly underneath that fresh scar—even in the darkness it was obvious: a ruby-red slit, a slice of torture.
It looked like it hurt.
“Fine then.” You said, and he almost flinched at the exhausted tone of your voice. There was a slight collapse of his raised shoulders, as if he expected you to leave him to his shadows-
But the only thing you’re doing is grabbing onto his face and bringing it up to yours.
With the silken fabric of your very best kimono, you’d dabbed away gently at the cut on his lip. “But if you’re not going to treat this thing any time soon- then at least wipe away the blood.” Though you knew that this wasn’t the lady-like thing to do, nor even polite in any sense of the word, you couldn’t feel even a twinge of regret. “It looks pretty deep. Don’t you think you should tell your momma and papa?”
You tilted his head to the side, and he glared at you through long black lashes. “Tch…”
“Hmpf-” Puffing up your cheeks in annoyance, perhaps you’d used slightly more force than necessary when touching away the rest of the blood on his lip.
He grimaced but he didn’t move. And just when you think he might not say anything at all—“My…attendants.”
You almost thought you’d imagined it. Eyes wide, your hands stopped. “P-pardon?”
“My attendants.” He repeated, more sure than before. “My attendants will take care of it…later.”
“I see.” It almost looked as if he was searching for your reaction, and you don’t satisfy him by showing anything. You merely tilted his head from side-to-side and checked for bruises, the way your mother would whenever you fell outside while playing by yourself. He had a few more scratches here and there - though none too deep like the scar, they stood out starkly against this pale skin. He looked like a sickly boy. “And why are you here all alone?”
“Punishment.” This answer comes out easier than the last, as though it should have been obvious.
A cold shiver ran down your spine. “Oh…I’m sorry about that.” You knew what it felt like to be punished by the council for doing things that went against what a ‘respectable daughter’ would do. Though your punishments were more writing lines and standing outside. “But I don’t think you deserved it.”
He scoffed, “You don’t even know what I did.”
“I don’t.” You shook your head, “But I still know.”
And that had been that. You finally let go of the boy’s face - there had been no more bleeding for some time now, and you almost felt embarrassed to have been holding onto him for so long.
In the obscurity between you two, you stood in silence for what felt like a few minutes- but might as well have been eternity. You’d stared at him - the strong jaw, the hunched shoulders draped in a kimono with the Zenin emblem on the back, the scar that made him look older than he was - and he’d stared right back.
Brows furrowed, yet still looking.
Eventually, you heard the harried calls of your mother outside - she was searching for you.
With a final look at the boy - he’d turned his face away now - you started to take a step towards the door—
Only for a small hand to clutch onto your wrist.
Stopping you in your tracks, you’d snapped your head to him immediately- but the boy still wasn’t looking at you. He had his gaze fixed on the floor, and the air about him was as if you didn’t even exist.
Though the tightness of his grip was undeniable-
“Toji.” Out had come a tiny voice. Steely. Slightly trembling.
And for a second you were more confused than anything, before the realization had dawned upon you like the beaming of the summer Sun’s rays.
He had repeated, “Toji Zenin.”
You repeat, “Toji Zenin.”
And then Toji had let go of you.
You nodded.
You told him your own name.
And for the first time since you’d barged into his life, Toji Zenin had looked at you with his green, green eyes. Sparkling.
It was only later - years later - in one of his letters that you’d learned of just how he’d gotten his scar. And the weight of knowledge was much heavier than the abyss of not knowing; your tears had blemished the starchy paper upon which he’d written to you about being thrown into a pit of cursed spirits by none other than his own family. That day.
All because he had no cursed energy.
And that was another thing - when you first found out about it, it hadn’t been from Toji himself. Grown-ups talk. And you’d come to realize far before he’d confessed to you that this was that infamous oldest son of the Zenin clan, one year older than you, with not a single speck of cursed energy to show for it.
Jujutsu society hated him for it.
How odd it was that they couldn’t seem to keep his name out of their mouths, then.
Though you didn’t quite care—you yourself didn’t put much weight onto the strength of one’s cursed energy. It just seemed too confusing to you as a child, and more confusing still once you grew up.
You visited the Zenin Estate as often as you could after that, often tagging along with your parents for their business meetings, or sometimes even begging some of your attendants to take you if they weren’t home. All for one person.
Him.
And though he never showed it, you knew he was happy to see you.
Happy to roll his eyes and drag you all through the hallways and secret doors and gardens- it was at your insistence that Toji had gotten the gardening staff to plant a few rose bushes there. A dash of pink in the landscape of Zenin green. You’d even managed a few times to sneak away and play together with his new cousin, only just crawling.
And just as life heartens a child, Toji also grew strong.
You saw it in him each time you visited - the way his grip on your hand would grow stronger, the way he’d tell you about another cool trick he learned in training. By himself.
And you were proud of him, you really were—“Don’t get too strong though- because what if you get all big and scary like Vegeta?”
“Vegeta’s cool.”
“Toji Zenin.”
You just didn’t expect it all to come to head like this.
The letter had arrived when you were seventeen - Toji was eighteen then, and had just gone through his coming-of-age ceremony. It was a private affair attended only by the Zenin clan members, and you understood that customs dictated their rituals remain hidden- besides, you and Toji had promised each other to celebrate in your own way with some takoyaki later on.
But the letter…
“To whom it may concern,
By decree of the Elders and in accordance with the ancient traditions of the Zenin clan, you are hereby notified of termination of regular visits to the head of the Zenin clan.
This decision is irrevocable, and any further personal association with the master, outside of compulsory business and contractual visits, is prohibited. Henceforth, you are instructed to discontinue contact with Master Toji Zenin without delay. Failure to comply with these prompt directives will result in the appropriate consequences.
Our new clan head must now focus on what is truly important.
With respect.
The elders of the Zenin clan.”
That was the first you’d ever heard about him being clan leader- or even the fact that he’d had a chance.
You had visited the Zenin Estate immediately afterwards, of course.
And it was only because of the rather close relationships that you’d grown with the house staff and guards over the years that you weren’t thrown out immediately. Though, you definitely weren’t allowed inside, either. They’d told you with grave faces that you were no longer welcome in the Zenin Estate without a guardian with you at all times - and even then you couldn’t meet with the clan leader.
You’d been forced to trudge all the way back home, letter in hand. Toji in your heart.
You’d visited a few more times afterwards, of course.
Perhaps for a peek of Toji if anything. But the only thing that greeted you were those looming iron gates and the same answer.
You were not welcome. No matter how much you pleaded or cried or begged for answers.
You didn’t see Toji Zenin, newly-dubbed leader of the Zenin clan, until ten years later - and by then you’d missed him as long as you’d known him. In the meantime you’d heard whispers of him in every corner and corridor of those stuffy clan functions you were forced to attend—oh, have you heard of that Toji boy? Have you heard he’s the new Zenin clan leader now?
Have you heard they overlooked his little…lack of cursed energy if he proved himself?
Have you heard he has a gift of power said to be from the heavens?
Have you heard he’s the cruelest clan leader they’ve ever seen?
Have you heard he’s grown up to be so tall?
Have you heard he’s looking for a wife?
It was that last one that got your ears perking - no matter how much that rational part of you knew that eavesdropping wasn’t a polite habit. No matter how much you knew that you and Toji Zenin were people that didn’t know each other. And hadn’t for a long time…and perhaps might never.
You shuddered to imagine - according to the rumors - what blood-thirsty clan leader he might have grown to become like all the Zenin clan leaders before him. But a part of you just kept circling back to the little boy in the dark room, with a scar that wouldn’t stop bleeding.
Sure enough, by the time you’d stepped foot inside your own estate after the function- your attendants had informed you that a letter was awaiting.
A letter of proposal.
Of marriage.
.
.
.
The ceremony was a message.
Every clan leader and madam and mistress, every sorcerer and higher-up, everyone that was someone was invited to your wedding to Toji Zenin. It was a lavish affair, overripe with the most succulent foods and drinks.
Though the week leading up to it…not quite as much.
You hadn’t gotten the chance to speak with Toji during the marriage meeting- rather ironic considering, well, the two of you would be the ones getting married. But where you might have answered the few stray questions posed by Naobito and his council, Toji had merely sat silently opposite you.
He didn’t speak to you, he didn’t gesture at you, he didn’t even raise his green eyes and look at you.
Not during the marriage meeting. Not after.
Perhaps some stupidly hopeful part of you still thought that it was the meeting hall’s oppressive air that kept him from speaking- but Toji hadn’t spoken to you even when most of his advisory council had filtered out towards the end. When they’d left the ‘young couple’ alone to get to know each other better, but Toji had stayed silent.
“Toji?” You’d tried - and he hadn’t responded. “I suppose it’s clan leader Zenin now…”
To that, he’d flinched.
There were no more words exchanged between the two of you, and you’d travelled back to your estate to cry yourself to sleep.
The wedding vows had been written to you by your family elders. And in the days that followed - not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of the wedding guests nor your family nor your in-laws - you’d recited and re-recited your vows until your tongue got sick of the words. Until your tongue could feel them tingling at the tip of your tastebuds every passing moment.
Like a nagging, ever-present dread.
So it was rather anticlimactic when that portion of the wedding ceremony went by without a hitch—you were awoken with the blinking sun, and dressed in a wedding kimono of snow-white. Escorted to the Zenin Estate in one of their glossy black Mercedes, you were ducked from view and taken to the family shrine there like a secret.
You shuddered as you stepped inside this land for the first time in ten years.
Deep in the gardens. A froth of wedding guests already lined the lantern-lit pathway from the gates to the shrine, they turned their heads and attempted to peek underneath your white headpiece. You were grateful for the lady attendants who would smack them away no matter which higher-up they happened to be.
You found that you had been strangely calm up until this point - strangely feeling as though it were a dream.
But you’d raised your head just as you’d come to the steps of the shrine -and the first thing you’d seen were pink roses. Upon either side of the steps.
And the next thing you’d seen was Toji’s calloused hand - you’d recognize it anywhere - outstretched to help you up them.
That was when it had become real.
The binding rituals and sharing of sake passed by in a blur. Your voice shook as you stumbled through your vows, and Toji had steadily echoed his out—it seems they were written to match. Something about upholding the values of the household and furthering the Zenin name, words that were wiped from your mind as soon as they escaped your mouth. Then, after barely stealing a glance at those green, green eyes trained on you- you were dashed to the wedding reception.
Both you and Toji sat at the head of a U-shaped dinner table.
Winding around the massive dining hall like a serpent with a feast laid upon its silken white belly: sashimi platters, rolls and fragrant white rice, broths and pasta, cakes of all different kinds. The wedding reception was so big that professional chefs (some from the Zenin Estate, others hired from the best Michelin Star restaurants around the world) lined their workshops in the middle of the U and cooked for the guests live.
The scrape of flat-top grills.
The clinking of sake cups.
The laughter of drunkards.
And the longer the night went on, the more rambunctious they seemed to become.
They toasted, they guffawed, they pretended not to brag, they asked for more.
You’re watching the scene unfold before you like a Renaissance painting—The Throes of Gluttony—and rub your weary eyes. Strained. The thing that no one seemed to mention about keeping a smile on your face for hours on end was just how deeply it caused a headache - all the way from the back of your eye sockets.
“Would you like to leave?”
It’s a gruff voice- deep. One that you haven’t heard in so long that it might have been someone unrecognizable completely.
But you knew who it was.
Even if the husky baritone didn’t come from right beside you - sending goosebumps skittering down your spine - you would have known that slightly teasing tone anywhere. You could have picked it out in a crowd of about a thousand voices- and Toji didn’t even seem to know that that familiar tease was slipping into his voice.
He looks dead serious when you turn to him, for perhaps the first time since the shrine. And oh—you’re hit with something indescribable.
Because what the rumors hadn’t seemed to mention about him was that he was so devilishly handsome.
He’d grown into those Zenin features he seemed to hate so much—now with a sharp jaw, a smoldering gaze, hair that seemed to fall effortlessly over his forehead. His tannish skin looked almost golden in the yolky yellow of the wedding lights. Puckered, pretty lips. Even the scar on there only served to make him look even more attractive.
There was an intensity about him that only seemed to have grown tenfold in the years that you didn’t see him. There was sadness.
Despite knowing very well of his numerous fighting accolades as of late, you were taken aback by just how large he’d grown to be. The first time you’d seen him, he’d been a scrawny six-year-old that wasn’t even as tall as you. The last time you’d seen him, he’d been a gangly seventeen-year-old suffering from a sudden burst of height, and threatening to show signs of growing even taller.
And he had grown taller.
Broader.
Beefier.
Toji shifts in his seat to face you more clearly, and you watch as his dark hakama stretches over his wide shoulders. Puffed-out chest. Slender waist. Large arms. Barely doing anything to conceal his muscular frame-
He raises one jet-black brow at you and you jolt.
“Pardon?” Breathless.
Toji shoots you a slightly knowing smile, “Would you like to leave, my wife?”
My wife.
It’s more of a factual statement, than anything - a confirmation of what you already know. But you can’t control the sudden lurch in your stomach as he says it—
“Yes.” You’re blurting out the answer faster than your mind can compute it. And you reach your hand out to him. “Yes, I would like to leave.”
Toji clasps your hand with a slight chuckle, “As you wish, Madam Zenin.” Both your golden wedding bands twinkle in the dim lighting.
“Look! Look! The newly-weds are leaving their own reception-”
“Am I drunk or are they being audacious enough to hold hands-”
“Do you think we may see an heir soon?”
“All rise for the esteemed clan leader of the Zenin family, and his madam.” The last one is a booming announcement by one of the Zenin council members.
In unison, the wedding party rises to their feet.
Cluttering and slightly clumsy with liquor.
“All bow for the esteemed clan leader of the Zenin family.”
In unison, they bow.
And you’ve just about had enough of being ogled as if you were a party trick- smiling politely and tugging on Toji’s hand to leave. And perhaps the thought that you wanted to be alone with him - with your husband - was hastening your movements-
“All bow—” But Toji stands firm. Raising his stern voice above the chaos, so that every corner of the dining hall shall be able to hear his crystal-clear words. You look up at him in slight shock at this sudden speech—did he want them to bow to him again? Before he’s saying your name- “—my wife, the esteemed madam of the Zenin family.”
Your heart drops to your stomach.
Your gaze snaps to the audience- you could see the confusion simmer across their faces, the realization, the shock, the slight apprehension. It was a chamber filled to the brim with men who’ve never had to look up at a woman a day in their lives.
And here they were, bowing to you.
It doesn’t happen instantly - not at all.
They first look at each other, they first bend at their knees as if in the motion of dry heaving (and some of them look as though they just might at this very notion), then—to your surprise, Naobito Zenin is the first to bow.
Then more of your family.
Then some of the Kamo clan.
One by one, they were bowing before you.
“Lower.” Toji barks, and they each flinch- before doing as he said. Until their heads touched the floor, the higher-ups of that room bent before you.
As if worshipping.
All but one, of course - the blond-haired man stood out amongst the crowd. In more than one way. He was well-dressed in a way that denoted him as one amongst the clans, the Zenin emblem peeking out in silver, barely twenty with black dye fringing his pale hair. There was a coarse smirk twisting his lips, and he stood with his arms crossed in the front row.
You have to squint your eyes to realize that this was none other than Toji’s cousin—Naoya Zenin. The very same little boy the two of you had played with years before.
And he was refusing to bow before a woman.
Toji, of course, would not stand for this.
One split-second, he’s beside you, the other split-second, he’s in front of the young man and grabbing Naoya’s head with one hand. So fast that you didn’t even see him move. Slamming him down until his forehead hits the floor- “I said—” As Naoya scrambles to get up, Toji raises one foot and stomps it down on the other man’s head. “-bow.”
Naoya sputters, “T-Toji-sama-”
“Lower.” He’s pressing down even harder with the heel of his golden-clad sandal. Naoya flails like a turtle overturned- “Lower.”
“Toji-sama, I didn’t mean to-”
“Lower—”
Naoya’s cheek was pressed to the floor, tears running down his cheeks and darkening the color of the ground. He was no match to your husband. “I-I apologize for-”
“Do not apologize to me.” Toji gruffs out from above, lips slightly twitching at the ends. He was enjoying this. “Apologize—to her.”
Hearing this almost seemed to hurt Naoya more than being stomped on.
He gasps.
He chokes.
He attempts uselessly to stand.
But who was he to reject a command from the clan leader?
“I…” A rush of near-satisfaction goes through your body as Naoya raises his teary eyes to look up at you- and that was only because Toji had allowed him barely even leeway. His bruised lips babble, “-apologize-”
“Madam.” Toji finishes.
“Madam.” Naoya repents, “I-I apologize, madam.”
Toji looks at you with peripherals darkened with anger, and you can only nod at him to spare the other man. You wouldn’t want a bloodbath on your wedding.
He spits down at Naoya before taking his foot off- and where his cousin darts behind the legs of Naobito Zenin, Toji calmly walks over to you and holds out his hand. For you to take.
For him to take you away from all this.
.
.
.
The elders were outside.
The elders were outside your martial bedroom and listening to every slight noise you were hatching-
“Zenin-”
“Toji.”
“Toji—” You’re gasping out wetly into the crook of his neck, your hands fisting in the expensive silks of his hakama. Heated proximity. His panting breath. Toji was pushing you flatly against the king-sized mattress, one hand on the back of your neck, the other pressing down your front.
He reaches the edge of your abdomen, almost near where your cunt was throb-throb-throbbing wildly between your legs. And you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep the most lecherous sounds from escaping- “T-Toji, so they’re going to be listening all night-”
“All night.” Toji affirms. Pearly white canines glinting between his scarred lips, “So we might as well give them a show, hm, my wife?”
And then he’s gliding the tip of his nose down your neck, down your collarbones, right between the valley of your breasts. Breathing in. “O-oh—”
Your head tilts away to give him more access- and it’s then that you’re seeing yet another glimpse of the sliding doors to this grand chamber. Paper-thin screens. Shadows of council members here to affirm that the marriage was actually being consummated - you knew it was a tradition in the Zenin clan. For the council to stand guard behind the bedroom and make sure that another heir would be born. You just didn’t think that it would be taken so seriously with rows upon rows of-
“Focus on me, darlin’.” Toji’s rasping tone warns, something primal curdling at the very back. You’re snapping your gaze over to him and zapped with electricity a darkened look in his eyes- “Or should I say…”
“Sh-shit.” You whisper as he starts shifting down your body. Lips kissed numb.
The clan leader reaches between your trembling legs. “I beg for your attention, madam.”
“Yes.”
Your whisper billows out and makes some of the elders behind the screen flinch- their shadows stretch and grow on the pale sheet almost as if they were listening even closer.
Listening in for the whoosh of Toji pushing up your decadent silks and stuffin’ his head straight into your pretty cunt. His nose dives between your pussylips. His chin hits the base of your folds. He sticks out his lengthy tongue and manages to sluuuurp! up the wads of slick stuck to your pussy.
He manages to sniff.
“Oh.”
Something cracks at the back of his throat, and you’re looking over at him curiously.
Only to find that Toji wasn’t looking at you- not even close.
He had his murky green peripherals permanently fixated on your drippin’ wet pussy, a line of slick sliding between your folds. He was almost entranced. He was almost speechless.
“Oh.”
He had his gaze locked with your throbbing cunt until it’s only a slight creak from outside that makes him break his stare to look at the elders. And then over at you and oh—you notice that his pupils were blown so wide that you nearly couldn’t see a speck of green.
You almost feel…strangely cautious at the animalistic way he was acting. Blinking down at him, “T-Toji, are you-”
But it’s almost as if hearing his name wrapped around your pretty lips is enough to send Toji Zenin into overdrive.
And he’s startling- almost fight or flight, before slapping a hand down on the side of your hips and draaagging you halfway down the damn mattress. Letting the expensive bedsheets bunch up where your hips were pulled.
Because Toji doesn’t seem to care for your trembling questions- he doesn’t seem to care that you were bucking your hips up n’ down his handsome face for more.
No.
He was gaping his maw over your wet cunt and slippin’ his tongue inside in a mere split-second- not even waiting for your elastic hole to stretch properly before starting to fuck you like a madman. Like a madman.
He was holding onto either side of your thighs n’ pressing his nose up reeeeal close to your clit- breathing in gutturally as he swabs his tongue inside. Spit dribbling. Scar grazing your folds. “Sh-shiiiiit—”
And, usually, he’d tease your whiny voice—wouldn’t he?
But right now Toji Zenin can’t even fucking breathe as he’s pistoning his fat tongue in. And out. Repeatedly, he’s swervin’ the curled tip of his tongue against the roof of your cunt and feeling as you clench all ‘round him.
As you buck your hips off of the rickety mattress - it must’ve been decades old by the way it was protesting your every movement.
But Toji doesn’t even register just how close his bed was to shattering into a zillion pieces right now.
The only thing on his mind was…
“You.”
You’re snapping your head down in shock and confusion at the abrupt groan of a word barked between your pussylips - no warning. It hums vibrations of pleasure up your spine and makes you arch into Toji’s slidin’ lips. All dazed, as if he doesn’t even know he’d blurted it out loud.
The only thing - one - he can think of is you.
You, you, you, you.
You with your soppy wet walls wrapped around his pokin’ tongue, you with your cunt throbbing away every time his nose dug between your pussylips. You who was sucking him back in every time he pulled out, you who was- fuck. Enough to drive a man wild.
And you could feel the change in the way that Toji was makin’ out with your pussy, too.
He had gone from the slow and sensual kissing when you first entered the room- into the rapid gestures of his tongue now. Manhandling you. Not letting you escape.
Your voice cracks once he’s pinning down your flailing limbs, feeling the bulge of his big beefy biceps against your skin. “Shit, and you just really did no- ngh- preparation or anything? Just fucking me—mm, like that?” He was stretchin’ you out so hard with his mere tongue that it was making you see white.
“All the better to feel you, my dear…” The way he says it itches something carnal at the back of your mind. And you shiver as he purses his lips and gives your clit a harsh suck.
“A-and you’re just being so- ngh, rough.” You mumble out between wet lips.
“All the better to eat you, my dear.” Toji flicks a careless look at the grey shadows beyond the screen, the way they stirred as they surely knew what was happening in here. Almost to taunt them - Toji’s taking a few more hefty thrusts inside your hole and moaning. Loud and proud.
“And, Toji…” Breaths hitching a mile a minute - right on time with the sloppy cadence of his tongue. You gasp, “-you’re just so damn…” Rough? Needy? Gluttonous? “-loud.”
“All the better to make them know you’re mine, my dear.”
And it’s as if your mind is suddenly made of nothing but fuzz and the most lecherous swipes of Toji’s tongue- he was holding you so tight to him that you can feel the half-moons of his fingernails embed onto your skin. Pointed chin smacking against the base of your pussy in a constant drumming that leaves you maddened. Tongue viciously pummeling in and out—
So damn noisy with the most primal slurps that you almost can’t hear yourself over it. Whining maddeningly.
“And by the sounds of it-” Toji’s continuing into your cunt, as if he was still in the middle of a conversation. Just casual. Not even with you - he was chattin’ away lovingly to your pussy. “-m’eating you pretty well, huh?”
“Fuck, when did you get so cocky—mmpf.” You’re raising a hand up to muffle the noises leaking from your throat.
But Toji catches the slight movement- and in the blink of an eye, his trained reflexes have both of your hands pinned to the front of your stomach. Wrists restrained. Your tits pressed together in a way that presents a feast for his eyes.
The way he looks at you…oh.
You’re just so wet that you could already see the gleaming layer forming on Toji’s face like a medal of honor. And you’re sure the squelches were loud enough that they could be heard even outside- “Shit.” Struggling against his lewd restraints, “Toji, but they’re gonna hear us-”
And when he still doesn’t stop his motioning face, you find yourself breaking away a hand and running it through his sweaty black locks.
Having to lightly tug to get his attention on you instead of your sopping pussy- “Toji, they’re gonna hear-”
Your husband whispers something breathless against your cunt that you don’t quite catch.
“What was that?” You’re leaning up on your elbows to hear. And you can only stare into the murky depths of his gaze, pupils blown and dazed.
He smacks his scarred lips- slightly parted as he tries desperately to crane himself closer to your quivering hole. “Cheh.” Toji rolls his eyes and lurches back a mere centimeter or two - the expression on his face was something agonized as if it hurt him to pull away - only to spit a dripping wad of saliva down onto your cunt.
“Please…” You’re shivering, “What was that?”
Breath choppy. Tone absolutely shattered. He repeats- “Who did ya marry?”
His voice muffles into your folds. You’re looking away from the traditional sliding doors and finding that he has his eyes dead-set on you—intense.
For a few seconds you’re so enraptured by the look in his verdant eyes that you’re speechless- and only then do you register what exactly he asked. “Wait…what?” He looked dead fucking serious.
Splat! Another wad of spittle. “Answer the question, will you, madam?”
His voice was full of authority. The beastly man from earlier. “Y-you…? Toji Zenin.” You’re just managing to gasp out, shivering at the feeling of his tastebuds then rovering uuuup and down your slit. Teasing. Then pushing inside. He’d stretched his muscle out so that very honed tip would graze your most sensitive insides, “Toji, why are you asking me-”
“Then why dont’cha fucking scream your husband’s name for them to hear, hm?”
And you swear you can feel his smile against your very pussylips for a mere sultry moment.
Before he’s back to swipin’ into you like a machine.
Except this time…he’s using both his mouth and the two globular ends of his fingertips.
The fingertips on his left hand.
They were thick and rough after years of training- perfect to swab against your most tender spots and leave your walls raw with pleasure. And just when you thought his size and shape would be enough to drive you frenzied, Toji was curvin’ up his fingers in a way that let the frigid metal of his wedding ring press against your walls.
All cold and making it easy to follow his movements. He was forcing in his solid inches with quick, methodical strokes down your velvety channel.
Probin’ into the sweetest spots - you’re sure that Toji was just so generous with his size that he doesn’t even have to try to fill up your every orifice. He spreads his fingers apart and scissors into your insides, pumping them roughly.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
“Oh my god—” Let them hear? Let the elders hear? “Toji, what has gotten into-”
Thwack!
“I said…let them hear.”
Just then he’s puckerin’ his two fingerpads against your poor g-spot- already having mapped your cunt out with his tongue. It was almost as if his digits were on a treasure hunt to find where you liked him thumpin’ away into the most.
So hard that you think the elders outside can hear it. So hard that you swear they’re flinching-
Thump-thump-thump!
And whatever question you had on the tip of your tongue before is immediately evaporating at the sheer frenzy Toji shows when he’s drilling into you. The realization hits you like a truck. “Toji, are you…pussydrunk?”
He merely flicked his half-lidded eyes up at you- “Mmmm—” Groaning his deep baritone against your raw n’ rubbed lips - it makes you leak out in your syrupy sap even more. He has the audacity to look at your ruined expression and giggle. “I dunno, council, am I pussydrunk?”
Though it wasn’t as if they could hear that slight whisper- or even if they could, it was impossible that they’d answer.
But Toji seems to be utterly unaffected by that little tidbit, and instead looks even more gleeful at the silence from the audience just behind a thin screen on the door. “Heh- when they hear they’ll know I fuck my wife goooooood.”
You supposed that answered your question already. And you’re holding onto Toji’s crown and rutting up against his ajar mouth. “Shit- shit, I never thought you’d be so—”
“Look- I think they’re squirming.” Toji glances over at the shadows that still loomed, as present as ever. “I think they’re already startin’ to find out.”
“Fuck.” He’s thrashing his wedding ring against your g-spot once more.
And from then on you were merely at your husband’s mercy - at the mercy of the clan leader of the Zenin’s. He was acting just as ruthlessly.
Almost as if he wanted them to hear everything he was doing.
“Bet they can hear just how wet ya are f’me- just how much you’re leaking over this damn fucking Zenin bed they love so much.” On cue, he’s rutting against the bedframe to leave its springs creaking. “Bet they can hear the way you suck me up like thaaaaaat- atta girl. My wife.” Toji hooked his fingertips at the ends and made them splosh out even more slick- dragging them out of your puckered hole and fucking them right back in. “Wonder if they know how sweet ya are though, huh?”
Like your body was ready to prove his point, your hole gapes with a gush of glittery slick. One that Toji’s gulping up with as much noise as he could possibly make.
Purposefully bucking his hips against the mattress even more - it was almost as if eating you out like this was too much to bear. He bites down on the insides of his cheek as his rock-hard erection crushed against the soft comfort. He just needed to fuck you—
Toji has his teeth nibblin’ over your pretty clit and sucking until his chiselled cheeks hollowed and it made the most lecherous squelching sounds. Each of them a cacophony that echoed outside. He moans, “Bet they can hear how ready you are-” And you’re noticing that at this particular sentence, your husband raises his volume just a tad. He raises it. “-how fucking neeeeedy ya are to get fucked stupid by me.”
A rattle outside.
Both of you turn your head in unison to look at the commotion, but whatever the incident may have been, no one seems to move from their seats at your audience. Almost glued there - and not by duty any longer.
You look back at Toji who was grinning.
He puffs out a snicker above your swollen folds—“Pwah! If anything, at least the Zenin clan leader knows how to eat pussy.”
Toji’s shaggy bangs graze across your clit and make you twitch, “T-Tooooji—I don’t think m’gonna last…”
“What was that?”
“I think m’gonna cum.”
A smile he can’t control breaks out across his face, “Louder, madam.” Toji alternates his greedy gaze between your enraptured audience, your lewdly twisting expressions, and your pussy. All gulping him down greedily.
What a sight it was to behold - and that noise? Who’s going to stop him from reaching over to grab at one of your sandals and fling it against the sliding door- where it knocks against the cedar screen and clatters to the floor. “Ya hear that?” He calls to those uptight elders, surely horrified by now… “Louder for the ones in the back~”
Turning your head, you see that your clans are more restless than ever. “M’gonna cum-”
“Louder.”
“Gonna cum—”
“Louder.”
It seems that no matter how loud you were, it just wouldn’t be enough for him.
So the only thing you could do at this point is to throw your head back and get lost in your sudden wave of bliss - throw your head back and cum.
You’re grabbing handfuls of Toji’s shaggy black hair and yowling out his name as loud as your voicebox could handle it- “T-Toji.” Bubbling out past the sizzlin’ mouthfuls of saliva welling up at your throat. “Toji—shit, shit, shit, Toji m’cumming.”
“Mmm—” He barely had the time to respond, fucking his fingers into you furiously. His mouth latched on permanently to your clit as he dragged on your high, digits hittin’ your g-spot at every startling peak of euphoria. Again. And again. And again and again and again.
Somehow he managed to pinpoint each highest point of pleasure, and you have to bite back tears at the sheer intensity. Heartbeat thundering in your eardrums. Toes curling until it almost hurts.
And through it all the handsome clan leader below you was readily taking on each of your cunt’s drags. Each of the gyrations you were pumping down on his swollen lips and his nose. Each of the little jerks as you had to be pulled back onto his swollen lips and his nose- he wasn’t letting you escape until you were well and thoroughly fucked through your orgasm.
You blink down dazedly at him once you’re clear-headed enough to formulate proper sentences. “Toji, m’cumming and it’s all because of you—”
“Fuck.” And with that said, he’s ruuuutting harshly against the mattress. It groans even louder in response and makes the chamber vibrate with noise.
You swear at the shaking of the bed, “Y-you’re gonna break this bed tonight, I swear-”
“Good.”
And it’s with a few more vulgar strokes that your high’s dissipating into a mere few tingles at your core - which, even that Toji’s threatening to swerve his fingers into you through. And you’re completely sure that he would’ve elongated you through your first high and straight into a second one had it not been for you pulling him off by the strands of his hair.
Begging through choked-up sobs, “Toji-” You were straining to get him to move- not that you didn’t want it, but you were just so sensitive that you wanted something…else more right now. “Toji, I’m begging you to—hah.”
“To what, my wife?” He’s running his calloused hands up and down the sides of your body. “I’ll give you anything, madam.”
Your lips quivered, “I want your cock, Toji…”
And, well, how could he ever say no to his pretty wife?
In no time, Toji’s lifting himself off of your lower half and climbing further up the bed. Something about the way he looks right now - half-lidded gaze, primal smirk, panting chest, throbbing erection through his wedding hakama - made you shift yourself up to the headboard.
And once you’re hitting the cool plane of mahogany, Toji grins.
“Nowhere to run, darlin’.”
The Zenin clan leader considers tearing off your kimono with his bare hands - before that admiring look you’d directed towards the garment makes him reconsider. It makes him sigh and gently start to part through the layers. They were much too much work, in his opinion.
And he’s practically jittery with need by the time the last of your obis are thrown over his shoulder.
And as for his clothes…
Toji takes his sensual time slipping off his robes - so many layers that it makes you so thoroughly impatient. And so you can’t help but reach out and threaten to rip his decadent clothes off-
“Tearing your husband’s clothes off already?” Toji says to you, though you do notice that he’s lilting his pitch up just a bit to let the elders outside hear. “S’that pussy that needy f’me already, my wife? Can’t wait until I take it off, huh?” You smack his chiselled pec and he grins even wider, “Oh, madam, we’re gonna have a looooong and happy marriage—”
Toji doesn’t even properly expose himself.
He’s merely lazily pushing aside his robes until you could practically see all of him: the naturally ripped lines of his muscles, his toned abs, his cushy pecs. All outlined with the scruff of his happy trail that wedged between his prominent v-line.
Toji’s meaty thighs peeked out from where his robes flapped open, and he was pushing them aside to bear you his aching hot erection—
You count.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven
Eight.
Nine entire inches that glistened in dripping hot precum, glazed the shiniest ruby-red on the top of his shaft. Flared tip. Heavy balls. Not only was Toji so long - but he was juuuuust as thick, with enough veins that you can already feel the phantom graze of them inside you.
Toji’s balls tightened as he took in the way you were looking at him-
“Like what you see, huh?” He’s smirking down sleazily at you, giving a playful smack on the sheeny inner part of your thigh. “Don’t you worry, darlin’, you’re gonna be feeling me very soon.”
“Shit, I can’t wait.” Your legs drop open around him - and end up wrapped around Toji’s slim waist to get him to buck his cock against your cunt. “I need to feel you now, Toji.”
“Now? No preparation or nothing?” He’s cocking his head down at you—cute. Just too cute how you were shaking your head like so. Not that Toji Zenin really had any idea of stretching you out even more and teasing you endlessly, but it was nice to see you deny it all the same.
His dark fabric was still semi-draped over his shoulders (though they were falling off uselessly by now and you could spot his tanned deltoids peaking out…hoenstly, how had they trained him in the years you hadn’t seen him? Because Toji was just…incredible). And it falls over you almost like a curtain as the man pushes you back against the sweat-dampened mattress.
One hand of his presses down on your stomach, the other snakes downwards to cup his thick hilt. “But I’ve gotta warn ya…s’gonna be a biiiig stretch- alright, my girl?”
You’re nodding, “Yes—”
“And when I say big stretch, I mean a biiiiiiig one- alright?” His black brows furrow at the sensation of his tip kissin’ your pussylips - you were just so hot and soft. So ready that he almost couldn’t bear it, “Enough to make that pretty mouth of yours scream, alright?”
You huff, “A-alri—fuck.”
And those elders stationed outside your martial bedroom could probably pinpoint the exact moment that Toji’s slipping his cock inside. Red-hot. Furiously hard.
Your mouth drops into a soundless scream, and the bed dips as he rests his weight on top of your lower half. The bulbous end of his cock swabbin’ between your pussylips and finding its way inside your tight hole, he’s fitting in just the crown of his shaft and making you squeal. “Sh-shit, you’re just so big-”
“What was that?” Toji’s rutting his hips against you, his cock giving you a probing thrust. “Didn’t hear you darlin’...”
“You’re just so-” Yet another thrust. And this time you swear you can feel Toji’s salty-sweet precum trickle out at the very back of your throat—”-big, Toji—”
And this time, it’s loud enough for him.
He’s tilting his head over to the silent sliding doors with an utterly arrogant look on his face, lips turned upwards priggishly. “Ya hear that?” He’s calling out to those dusty ol’ elders - most certainly, not the least bit that softly teasing tone he’d use with you. “You small-dicked motherfuckers wish you could be me.”
“Toji—” Uselessly smacking at this bicep to no avail.
But he merely keeps going- “The only thing you can do is watch- only watch everything I do. Everything I will become.” It was like this. It was always like this - Toji had fought tooth and nail to come to where he was right now. And he’d be damned if he let some old fossils ruin his wedding night with you—they were going to have a show. He’s snarling down - and just as soon as you’re registering the expression, Toji’s crashing his lips against yours in an open-mouthed kiss. “And right now…”
You’re whimpering as the hand on top of your stomach comes pressing dooooooooown.
“-I think m’gonna become a dadda, hm?”
“Fuck-” And it’s with a single hammering thrust that Toji’s forcing his swollen cock past all that slight resistance. His head falls forwards, bangs obscuring part of his face- and he can’t stop from heaving out a shuddering groan.
You swear you can see the exact moment that Toji Zenin breaks.
Because you’re clenching your syrupy wet walls ‘round his tip, and it’s enough to make the hulking man above you shudder. Shake. Stop your moving hips with the hand on top of your stomach.
Toji presses down—“E-easy there, darlin’.” He’s rasping between clenched teeth, sounding for all the world as if it was taking every ounce of will in his body not to let his voice tremble. “Let your—haaaah, husband fuck you like you deserve, alright?”
Just as shaky as his words were aching to be, he’s compelling his hips forwards and swabbing the back of your pussy with a plap! “Fuck.”
“Fuh-fuck.” He echoes after you. Yet another hammering movement. “Fuck, I can’t stop myself.”
“Sh-shiiit, how is it even possible to feel like this-” You’re babbling out. And it seems that that’s what Toji wanted to find out, as well.
He’s thrusting his hips forwards again.
Shaking.
And again.
And again.
And again and again-
Soon enough, Toji was fucking you. In long, deeeeeep thrusts that bruise his split-ended tip all the way against the back of your cervix—before then dragging riiiiight back out till your hold was just stretched around his mushroomy cockhead. Then all the way inside again.
“T-Tooooooji—” You’re bawling out at this point, the sheer stretch of him inside you making your cheeks drench with tears. It really just felt as if he was openin’ up every hidden spot and crevice inside you, and Toji had his pointed tip acting as the spotlight.
Pinpointing each sweet spot-
And again…
Your legs start to thrash at the constant rhythmic feeling- “Ah ah- no running away, madam.” He’s scooping you up even further into his arms, “What’d I say? Let your husband- fuh-fuck you like you deserve, hm?”
“But- but you already are—” You cry out.
“Oh?” He’s darting his eyes down to the thick little bulge that had started forming at your stomach - just the slightest movement of his globular tip swabbin’ inside. And out. Inside. And out. No matter how much you bent and curved, Toji was just so big that you could see him from the outside. He’s grinning all of a sudden. “Oh…you’re right.”
Your eyes widen, “Toji, did you just realize-”
“But that doesn’t mean m’fucking you pregnant just yet—let me breed you, darlin’.”
Your head’s falling into the pillows, your back’s arching, your throat’s crying out - your cunt just wasn’t used to him. Which is why he was fucking you harder with no hesitation like he was trying to mold himself to your pussy.
To meld himself.
To which Toji doesn’t let you last even two seconds before he’s grabbing both your limbs and wrapping them around his neck. He lets your ankles intertwine securely before bending you neatly in half until your kneecaps spank your tits.
You were being folded.
Straight into a-
“Mating press.” Toji rasps out, his scorching hot breath tickling your face. “This is called a mating press, darlin’.” Almost as an example, he’s pumping his solid inches all the way inside your channel - Toji stirs your insides just a little bit in swervin’ motions so his veins slip and graaaaze down your sides. “But you probably already knew that—now do you know what we use it for?”
“Well, it’s to—mmpf.” But how could he expect you to answer when he was smacking the curve of his tip against your sweetest spots. Every time you were opening your mouth to try n’ form a coherent sentence, your husband was fucking that sentence right out of your throat.
And the answer was simple: he didn’t want you to answer. He looks over at the shuffling shadows through the door screen—apologies, he should’ve emphasized. He didn’t want you to answer. “Oi.”
Toji barks out, and you could see the elders physically flinch at being addressed.
He smirks, “How about ya answer it f’me?” It almost makes you shy to hear your husband speaking to them while he was absolutely ruining your insides with his cock- tone breathy, hips smacking yours in an obvious background music to what you two were doing. “What exactly is a mating press used for?”
There’s a silence- and then a noise.
A slight whisper of an answer that only Toji’s extra-honed ears, trained through years of his Heavenly Restriction, manage to pick up. He’s nodding his head down at you, “That’s right?”
“What’d they say, Toji?”
“Oh—you wanna know what they said?” He’s cooing down at you—cute, cute, cute. Your lips were wobbling adorably whenever he grazes the rounded flare of his tip near your g-spot.
“Yes-” You’re nodding, “Yes, please-”
“Louder?”
“Yes, please—”
Loud enough that it rings across all four corners of the heady chamber, saturated with sex. “Good girl.” And Toji snickers as he pulls your restless body once more down to his- and as if that wasn’t enough, he’s craning his head down and blowing against your left ear. “A good girl that’s gonna get fucked full of my heir soon.”
An heir.
An heir.
So that was what it was used for - not that you didn’t know, or couldn’t have guessed. But just hearing your husband himself utter the very words made your pupils shape into heart eyes.
Staring up at him lovingly.
Toji was pounding your cunt against the mattress as though he was furious at you- and the constant creaking noise almost made you embarrassed. It was proof that he was fucking you had and rough. That he was pinning you down with one ruthless hand and shovelling you with every inch of his thickened length, swervin’ the nerves of your g-spot. “Even they approve.”
You’re snapped out of your dreamy little reverie, “Wh-what?”
“Even they approve.” Toji cocks his head down at you with a smile, “And I don’t give a fuck what they have to say about me- but if there’s anything I—ngh, am, it’s that I’m a man of my word.”
“And so…?”
But he merely glides his hand down your belly, feeling for that cute sensitive spot where Toji was rubbin’ your cervix raw. There was such an openly loving look on his face as he stared down at your body. “And so welcome baby Zenin—” Hyphenated with your family’s last name.
Toji shudders as he fucks you.
To be quite honest, he didn’t think that the thought of having an heir would affect him so much - he never has been one to be so hellbent on carrying the family name. Hell, he’d have been happy to take your last name.
But it was the vision of you all pregnant and plump and glowing—
Now that could do something to a man.
And it’s sending a thrill across Toji’s veins to see the tummy bulge he hammered into you, almost as if a little teaser for what was to come. He presses down on your stomach once more as he eases in and out, in and out. “Gonna be the prettiest momma f’me, right?” He’s grumbling out through his large canines, snarled as though he wanted to bite into that pretty lil’ throat of yours. “Gonna suck Toji Zenin dry and keep all my cum inside that- ngh, pretty pussy? S’that what yer gonna do? Suck me dry—?”
“Y-yes-”
“Louder, darlin.” He interrupts you, “I need them to hear their madam.”
“Yes—”
As a little reward, you’re getting Toji’s fat thumb spankin’ down on your clit. He rolls the pad of it over and over that spot- “And the madam is gonna be the one overspilling niiiiight after night while I fuck you pregnant, right? Gonna be the one that won’t even be able to move once I’m done with ya because you’re gonna be, mmm, too fucking full?”
“Yes, please-” Your voice was barely a whisper. And Toji pinches your clit until you manage to raise your warbling tone.
“Gonna be my poor baby with all that sickness, aw?” He’s fauxing out a pout- one that makes you bite on his scarred lips. How rude. “Don’t worry- I’ll massage those pretty feet of yours when the time comes, I’ll paint yer pretty nails, I’ll toy with that pussy- heh.”
“Is that even…”
“Gonna be my bossy lady, aren’t ya? Gonna order me around and make me get every pregnancy cravin’ ya want- as you should.” He’s chuckling at the mere notion of it, so sweet on his brain. “Gonna be asking me to fuck you all over again when those pregnancy hormones hit, huh? And then…”
“And then?” You eagerly ask.
He leans down to whisper - just for you, this time. Not any audience. “Then - if you want - I’ve gotta fuck you with our second kid all over again, huh?”
Your jaw drops.
But Toji continues - his hips and his fingers and his words. “And then a third.” He plummets his thoroughly swollen tip once more against your g-spot - so hard that it sets the crowns of your teeth on edge. “A fourth.” Another.
“Shit-”
“A…” Toji trails off, his dazed head raising blearily towards the sliding doors. “How are we feelin’ about five kids, eh?”
Whatever they answer makes him smile.
“You heard it, momma.” He gutturally moans, “M’gonna cum inside this cute cunt- fuck, m’gonna cum inside and pump you all fuuuuuull.”
Your heels attempt to find purchase on his sculptured back, and you’re kicking madly because of the sheer force of pleasure coursing through you - though, of course, to a man with Heavenly Restriction it feels like nothing but kitten punches. “T-Toji…”
He smiles like he already knew what you were about to say, “Yes?”
“Toji, m’gonna…”
“Cum, huh?” He’s narrowing his sultry eyes down at you, “And do you think she deserves to cum?”
For a second there, you think he’s almost talking to you - and you’re wondering just what he was talking about…before the shuffling and murmurs from beyond the sliding doors catch your attention. “You’re seriously asking them—”
“Ah ah-” Toji hums, “The council is in session.”
You couldn’t believe your damn ears- and you’re getting lost in Toji’s aggressive strokes for some time. Looooong and hard and driving your pupils into the back of your skull. Before Toji’s hand suddenly comes slamming down atop your pussylips-
“And can ya guess what the council has decided for you, madam?” Toji grins from ear-to-ear, “Hm?”
“I-I don’t—oh.” He’s pinching your clit hard enough to make you see stars.
“They’ve decided that you can cum.”
Hard enough to make you reach your high all at once.
It’s shuddering through your body in waves, and you find your hips arching damn-near completely off of the bed. Toji has his cock stuffed in you deep and his fingers squeezing your clit through each throb of your high.
It was harder than the last one.
Mind-baffling.
Earth-shattering.
It was as if a warmth had flooded through your entire being, and Toji was only heating up the temperature a few notches with each probe of his cock. His flared tip swabs down the sides of your g-spot every single time - and Toji was more than happy to send your body twitching each time he did so.
More than happy to watch the waves of your high turn out to be splashes—
You were squirting.
“Hear that—?” He calls out breathlessly, above the liquidy noises emanating from between your legs. The volume of your sap clearly drenched your legs and left his cock soaked. Thoroughly soaked. “She’s fucking—oh, she’s…” He fucks you through your high with roughened grunts, “Fuck- fuck.”
It left you salivating and unable to string together a full sentence- your arms wrapping tight around Toji’s neck to kiss him. “Want it-”
“Hmmmm?”
“Want you to cum inside me now, Toji.” You’re begging up at him, batting your tear-stained lashes. Pulling him in even closer, “Please?”
“Cheh-” He snickers- though even through that smug demeanour, you could feel the animalistic flinch of his cockhead deep at your innards. He was unravelling as well. “I’m gonna cum in-haaah, inside you- of course m’gonna cum inside you, my wife.”
Toji funnels into you so hard that the crowned top of your head hits the headboard.
“Gonna cum inside you and feel it in your womb-” Toji snarls out, his blushin’ tip starting to trickle out in something hot and gooey. “Gonna give these needy walls of yours something ta really hold onto- gonna have her sucking me dry.” And you swear you could see tears glittering in his dark eyes. “Gonna pump you so full that you have no option other than to- hah, overspill. But oh, don’t worry, my madam, when you overspill your husband will be riiiiight here-”
You hiccup, “Please-”
“-to fuck it right back in again.”
It’s then that you’re really feeling the full force of Toji’s high - because he empties out thiiiiick and miry ribbons of cum that puddle at the back of your pussy. So much of it. So much being poured out. They were just so sticky, with a salted caramel taste that you swear sizzles at the back of your throat.
Muscular back arching.
Eyes shuttering.
His heavy balls hitting your cunt with a thwack-thwack-thwack!
He digs his feet into the springy mattress and arches into you through each peak of his high, dragging his veiny cock right through it. Your velvety walls were just perfect to elongate the feeling of his airy sensation, and Toji can’t help but let out husky groans as he gets lost in the feeling—fuck, he didn’t even know that he could cum this much.
Trickling into you like honey.
Toji glides a hand down your front and feels for that little tummy bulge that was once there- now all bloated with his sheer white sap.
But it’s almost as if it was refusing to stop by this point, and Toji can only swat his ruby-red tip against the deepest depth of your cervix and thank her for taking it all. His eyes fluttering open and shut as he attempts to clear his damn mind.
You’re biting down on your tongue, tears exploding behind your eyes. “Sh-shit, it feels so good.” Pressing your lips to his scarred ones, so familiar now. “Toji, you feel so good.”
He shivers.
“Fuck, we’re gonna make a cute baby.”
Before…Toji Zenin doesn’t stop.
In fact, you learn that he doesn’t stop - and you don’t want him to - even past your second round. Your third round. Your fourth round. Your fifth round.
Toji might have had all those delicacies before him during your wedding reception, but it was here between your legs that he couldn’t stop going back for seconds. Filling you again and again and again- it was by the sixth round that the bed frame had completely broken. And by the eight that he’d stopped taking you on the shattered mattress and fucked you on the polished wood of the floor.
Just two feet away from the sliding doors, your head was being pushed up and up and uuuuuup towards it. As he just kept on thumpin’ his rotund red tip into the base of your pussy until the sun started to rise.
Taking you on all fours this time—doggy style, with a mean headlock gripping your throat.
And the elders outside were slouched and fatigued, if their shadows were anything to go by.
And you yourself was just so sensitive-
“Where’d you think you’re going, madam—?” You’re feeling Toji dragging you down into his beefy arms before you even understand his question - before you even realize that your feet had already planted on the wooden panels and had started to push off. It was as if your body couldn’t decide whether you wanted to bounce up more into his ruinous length, or to bounce away for your own sanity-
He helps you make a choice - and that was by grabbing onto the column of your throat with his biceps and raising your muddled head up to his. Kissing you, “Are we sure it’s even taken, yet?”
“Yes—” You’re babbling out over…the murmurs of a council that agreed immensely. They themselves were sure that their clan leader would continue until the end of time if possible. “Yes, it’s taken- it’s-”
“But are we- sure-” Each word punctuated by a thorough slash of his puckered pink tip.
He was so sensitive by this point that Toji himself was leaking his ivory sap out like no other- not enough space inside you for all of it. It froths down the middle of your cunt and creates such a gooey mess—“Yes.”
“Mmmm, well anything you say, madam.” He’s humming out. Pussydrunk. “But are we really-”
“Toji Zenin.”
The clan leader shudders, “I love it when you do that.” He kisses you with a rather loud smack, “I love you—”
And he doesn’t feel a shred of regret in the world for what he’s just confessed. Always wanted to confess.
“Always have.” Toji swallows, looking deep into your dazed eyes. “Always will- and I tried—oh, how I tried to get to you. But it was never enough. How I imagined holding you and loving you all these years but…but I understand if you don’t feel remotely the same, and if the council’s distance b-between us has already changed your mind on-”
“Toji Zenin.” He shuts up and looks down at you- only to be greeted by your smile. Head turned over your shoulder to keep staring at him. His own scarred lips turn up into a grin, green eyes twinkling. “Come here and kiss me, my husband.”
And so he wastes no time.
Murmuring into your mouth.
Pulling away for a split-second.
Raising his meaty thigh up and pressing the heel of his foot straight on top of your head- “Should we ask those damn old toads for baby names now?”
.
.
.
“Toji Zenin.”
You’d repeated, all those twenty years ago when you met him for the first time.
And for the first time, said Toji Zenin could feel his heart give a little…lurch.
How strange—he clasps at his small chest through his yukata as he watches you leave for your mother with a final wave. How strange, indeed.
The door closes and a little boy with green eyes and a scar is left sitting in the darkness, hoping you’ll visit him again.
.
.
.
The door opens.
What could buy a small apartment in Tokyo, barely the size of your closet, could buy an entire home in Hokkaido. Modest yet spacious.
With an arched doorway and the curious guest of vines growing down the side of the house,peeking its leafy little head inside in the presence of dim yellow light. A stone pathway zig-zagging through the foliage to lead one right inside. A roof the color of a pastel green that marked it out from the others around it. A plumage of flowers - roses and tulips and lavender - each lifted their head up at the rays of early morning sunlight—this was why Toji had picked this place out.
It was somewhere no one would find you.
With enough space for three people.
You keep a hand on top of your growing belly and take in the scenery around you,as if a moving post card. After your wedding night, Toji had forgone what all the elders said and given you the choice on what you wanted to do in case of a real pregnancy. Taking you to the doctor to know every option in-depth. And, at the end of the day, well…
It hadn’t been easy to run away from the Zenin clan - let alone burn their whole estate down. Carrying only with you your most essential belongings, your wedding dress, and enough money to last the two of you four lifetimes - but Toji still would insist on working.
It hadn’t been easy.
But you had done it.
The both of you- you had done it.
And through your fingertips were still slightly charred from the remnants of ash and memories, you don’t think you’ve ever felt more free in your life-
A jingle of keys.
While you had been basking in the natural world outside, Toji had gone ahead and opened the door to your new home. He’s staring softly at you from inside, smile crooked, large frame leaned against the door frame.
“What?” You ask him in slight amusement.
He shakes his head and quietly passes you the keys.
They were like any other - a set of glinting keys that had a little tag on them. It was one of those tags people attached to the schoolbags of their children (speaking of, was it too early to start looking into those now?) and at the top of its white face was written—your name. First and maiden last.
And then Toji—not Zenin.
Rather…
You look up at him with glistening eyes, “You took my last name?”
He nods, eyes slightly downturned. “I did- just before we left I handed in the paperwork.” Taking a long pause, “I apologize that I’m no longer your Toji Zenin-”
You’re cutting him off by throwing your arms ‘round his neck and pulling him in for an embrace. Toji steadies you easily, hands automatically then gliding down to your swollen stomach. “You never need to apologize to me for not being Toji Zenin, my love.”
“I see…” He’s clutching you even tighter, while the garden chirps around you two. Slightly choked up, “That reminds me- we need to pick out a name for our son, too, huh?”
Ah yes- a day before you left, the doctor had confirmed that you two would be having a son. A little boy. An heir to the Zenin clan.
Those days, you just couldn’t help but think of another little boy with the weight of being an heir on his shoulders, sitting alone in a dark room with a bleeding scar.
But now you smile, “All in good time. Though I do have some ideas in mind.” Toji did, too, and you giggle as you think of the little notebook he’d been secretly writing down names in - one at the very top circled ‘Megumi’.
“Mhmmm.” He’s looking at you with those eyes, green like the gardens of the Zenin Estate - but now green like the gardens of your home here. Toji looks so serene—you should’ve known that your boisterous husband wouldn’t let that tranquil air last too long.
His scarred lips lift up in a smirk, hand gliding across your pregnant belly. And you already know-
“Toji…”
“How about we start practicing for the second, huh?”
A/N. AWWWW I LOB HIM- feel like making a whole series for him now lowk.
you joined the cleaners years ago, settling well and quickly becoming friends with everyone. Well, everyone but Tamsy. Every conversation with him is one sided, you talking while he continues walking while nodding along. After a few interactions like this you decide to confront him. When you arrive at his room, the door is slightly open. Pressing a hand to the door and slowly opening it you spot him. Tamsy, sitting at the edge of his bed with the sweater you thought you had lost a week ago.
With a deep inhale into your sweater Tamsy exhaled. Pressing the fabric to his nose and inhaling. You look down, eyes widened when you notice he’s not wearing pants. His dick out and his free hand wrapped around it. He looks like he’s been at it for a while, tip red and swollen. His hips jerk forward, a groan leaving his lips. He lets go of your sweater, shifting and grabbing something, a piece of paper- a picture. A picture of you. He stares at it, eyes hazed. Bringing the picture to his lips he gives it a kiss, a shudder going through your body. A few more seconds pass before he finishes. Letting out a deep groan before ropes of cum spurts from his tip. He huffs, giving the picture another kiss. His eyes suddenly look towards the door, almost at you.
You take a step back, hands over your mouth. You run back to your room, closing the door and pressing your back against it. Tamsy, always so calm and collected, snuggling up to your sweater.. jerking off and kissing your picture. It filled you with excitement, your heart racing. The next few weeks you act as if you hadn’t seen anything. You continue to bother Tamsy, putting a bit more of a distance between you two. He noticed. “ What's wrong? Are you finally starting to leave me alone?” He hums, his eyes squint slightly. Please, as if you want me to leave you alone. “ hm? I don’t know what you’re talking about? I’m acting as usual..” you try and cover it up, scooting closer to him. He raises a brow, looking at you. He’s a bit taller, you can tell he’s not actually looking at your face, a little lower..
You gulp, suddenly remembering.“ Oh! This reminds me, I have to go on a mission for a few days.. meaning I won’t be here to keep you company.. I hope you won’t be too lonely without me..” he laughs, looking at you. Yellow eyes staring right through you, causing you to look away. “ Miss you? hmm..” His hands that were hiding in his sleeves separate, one hand reaching towards you. He lifts your head, tilting it to make you look back at him. “ I might die without your constant chatter..” he lets your face go, you suddenly feel the lack of warmth. His touch lingers on you, almost as if he’s savoring it.
“You’re dramatic. Anyways.. I need to uh, get going.” You rush out of the room, one hand going to where he touched you. He was so warm yet his touch felt cold. You go on your mission, being gone for 5 days. Coming back late during the night. You make your way to your room, your body sore. Walking down the hall you spot Tamsy’s door slightly open, again. You make your way, keeping quiet. Peeking through you see no one. Pushing the door open you step inside, letting out a yelp when you hear the door close.
Turning around you see him. Long blonde hair with blue underneath, the small shine of Tamsy’s piercing. “ Come to watch me again? What a pervert..” he smirks, crossing his arms. “ Watch? What? I don’t know what you’re talking about! I just got back-“ he cuts you off, taking a step closer. “ You can stop lying, you weren’t very quiet. I knew you were watching.” His eyes narrowed, staring at you. You gulp, looking away. “ Did you like it? Did you like watching as I touched myself, looking at your picture-” he pauses, stepping closer, stopping right in front of you. His hand goes to your hair, taking it in his hand before leaning down to smell it, exhaling into it. “ -smelling your sweater.” You shudder, stepping back. you open your mouth to speak, finding no words
He grabs your hands, holding them in his. “ Such delicate wrists..” you look down, eyes widening when you see blue yarn over them, tied tightly in a knot. “ Tamsy-“ He cuts you off, a smirk on his face. “ Maybe I should give you a close up show? Hm?” He tilted his head to the side, his eyes closed in that fake calm expression he always has. You blush, thinking about what you saw a few nights ago. “ Well? Don’t keep me waiting, Princess.” He gets close to your ear, kissing your ear lobe. With a shudder you nod, gasping when you’re pushed to the bed, him crawling on top of you, sitting on your chest. His sweats pulled down, cock springing free.
Your eyes widened. His tip is a pretty pink color with a vein going down along his length. You bite your lip, staring at it. He laughs, watching you. He bites the hem of his shirt to keep it out of the way, his right hand moving to stroke himself. He groans, closing his eyes. You watch him intently, watching his tip disappear and reappears as he fucks his fist. He shifts, getting closer to your face. “ Tam- Tamsy..” you breathe out, huffing against his tip. He shudders, tilting his face down. “ Open up.” You listen immediately, opening your mouth. You feel his tip against your tongue, whining softly. He pushes his tip in, slowly pushing his hips against your face until your nose hits his pelvis. You moan, eyes watering.
He laughs. “ Good girl, took me in so easily.. almost as if you were made to take me..” he purrs this as you shudder at his words, pressing your thighs together. He slowly rocks his hips into your mouth, moaning softly. Your throat burns deliciously as he stretches your throat open. His hands go to your hair, tugging at your roots. “ mmm, feels so good. Taste good?” He laughs as you choke, trying to talk back. He wipes tears from your face with his thumbs. His thrusts get quicker, his breathing picks up. “ He pulls out from your mouth, watching as you catch your breath.
He taps his tip against your lips, humming. He pulls down your pants and underwear, spreading your thighs apart. You gasp at the cold air, watching as he moves to sit in front of you. He groped your thighs, leaning down to kiss your clit, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue against it. He sucks on it, pulling a loud moan from your lips. He opens his eyes and looks at you, watching your expression as he continues sucking on your clit.
You squirm against him. Legs moving around and closing against his head. He lets go of your clit, moving to lick a stripe up between your folds. He moans, continuing to lick at you before spreading you open with his thumbs and pushing his tongue in. You let out a mewl, hips jerking. “ Mm.. fuck, Tamsy!” You huff out, bucking your hips into his face while rolling your head back. He chuckles, huffing through his nose as he continues to eat you out. His tongue works its way inside you, lapping against your walls.
You arch your back off the bed, hands tugging at the restraints. He presses his hand against your stomach, palm pressing down against it. He pulls off of you, licking his lips, slick dripping down his chin. You pant, staring at him as he licks two of his fingers, pressing them at your slit before pushing inside. Pushing his fingers until the knuckle. You gasp, moaning. “ Hah.. Tamsy..” you whine, huffing at him. He hums, pulling his fingers out slowly before pushing them back in. He continues this motion, stretching you open on his fingers.
His thumb circles your clit slowly, bringing more moans out of your mouth. Your hips jerk again, lifting off the bed. The hand on your stomach pushes you down, his hand moving faster. “ You're so wet, does it feel good?” He hums, moving his fingers faster. You nod, letting out a small sob. He works his fingers faster, your legs starting to shake as he hits your deepest spots. You squirm, feeling yourself get close. Your insides tighten around him, he smirks, feeling that you’re close. “ Are you close? You gonna cum all over my fingers?” He hums the question, his fingers going faster. You nod, letting out a sob. “ yes! I’m so so so close- please, please keep going!” You whimper, pulling at your restraints again.
He laughs, pressing down against your bladder with the hand on your stomach, his fingers going deeper. Your eyes widen as he does this, your eyes closing tightly as you cum, hips shaking as you squirt, your release hitting his bed and on his hand. He lets you ride out your orgasm, slowly pulling his fingers out. Your chest heaves, legs closing as you pant. He wipes his hands off, leaning forward to look at you. His eyes open, those piercing yellow eyes staring at you. He strokes your thigh with his hand, kissing your knee. “ you always seem to surprise me, showing me parts of you I didn’t know existed..” You blush, sitting up. “ I didn’t know I could do that either! It’s.. it’s a first for me.” You look away, embarrassed. He pushes your legs apart, settling between them.
He lays over you, cupping your face while rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. He turns your head to look at him, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss starts off slow before getting more passionate. His hands rub your hips, going up and under your shirt. His hands caress your breasts, palms soft to the touch. He pinches your nipples, rubbing them between his fingers. You moan softly, pulling back from the kiss. He stares at your lips, licking his own. He undoes the yarn on your wrists, kissing the marks they left. He pulls your shirt off, tossing it to the side. He kisses your neck, nipping at it. You laugh, looking down at him. He looks back, his hands resting on your hips. You kiss again, nice and slow before he sits up, pulling his pants down completely, kicking them off the bed,
He turns your body over, setting you on your stomach. He places his hands to your hips, lifting them so you’re bent over for him. He gets behind you, running his fingers along your skin, leaving your skin warm. He rubs himself along your folds, moans softly before pushing in with a groan. You gasp, gripping the sheets as he pushes in, his hands going to your legs, spreading you open more. He huffs, pulling your hips down to meet his. He pushes himself all the way inside. You gasp, eyes watering at the stretch. He leans down, moving your hair to the side to kiss your neck. His hair moves to the side, falling over his shoulder.
He starts to thrust, slowly pulling out before pushing back in. He groans, huffing against your shoulder. His body towering over yours as he thrusts into you. He picks up speed, moving his hips faster. You moan, looking back at him, his hair covering most of his face as he focuses on moving his hips into you. You bite your lip, pushing your hips back against him. You hear a groan fall from his lips as you do this, his hands gripping your hips more. He leans closer to you, kissing your neck and shoulder. He gently bites down, kissing it after. “ So sweet.. your skin is so sweet..” He moans, nuzzling his head into your back. You shudder, feeling him drag his tongue long your shoulder, tasting your sweat. He licks his lips, hands gripping your hips as he thrusts harder.
Skin slapping against skin, along pants and moans are heard throughout the room. No doubt people in the next room can hear everything he’s doing to you. How he’s fucking into harshly, his thrusts unforgiving as you feel his tip kissing your cervix. You moan loudly, arching your back more as you feel him wrap your hair in his hand and pull you back against him. “ Keep making those sweet sounds, I just can’t get enough of them.” He purrs into your ear, leaning down to bite your shoulder, hard. The bite stings as you feel warm blood drip from the bite. He licks the blood, smearing it over your body. He groans, continuing to bite your skin. You gasp, whimpering as you feel him bite you, each bite is followed by a lick. He grunts, his thrusts getting slower but deeper- spreading you nice and open. You mewl, looking back at him.
His hair moved from his face, lips having a red tint from the blood, some smeared on his cheek. He meets your gaze, grinning and pressing his cheek against your skin. “ I can feel you tightening around me..” he places a hand on your stomach, feeling himself as he thrusts inside you. “ your pussy’s telling me you’re about to come.. you gonna squirt again? Gonna make a bigger mess on my bed?” He kisses your shoulder. You gasp at his hand, blushing from his words. Who knew he was so vulgar.. You nod your head, your lip swollen from biting down on it. He notices your lip, leaning forward. His hand moves up from your stomach, pushing two fingers into your mouth. You drool, locking them. He hums, his free hand going between your legs.
His fingers find your clit, circling against it. “ Go ahead and cum, make a mess on my cock, princess.” You blush furiously from the nickname, closing your eyes as you feel your orgasm build up. He bites down on your shoulder, blood dripping from the bite. You cum, the feeling of pleasure mixed with pain too much for you. Your body shakes, eyes watering as you let out a sob. He grunts, feeling you tighten, he presses his head against your back, his body tensing before coming inside, filling you up. He lets out a strangled groan, leaning back and putting a hand through his hair to move it from his face.
He pants, his chests heaving as he watches as you collapse onto the bed, legs shaking. He pulls out, sitting back on his heels. You pant, looking back at him. He looks back at you, slowly crawling forward to kiss you, soothing his hand over your skin. The kiss is slow, breathing slowing down as you both calm down. He pushes hair from your face, humming softly as he looks you over. You blush, eyes feeling heavy as a wave of sleepiness hits you. He notices, rubbing your back softly. Before he can say anything you’ve fallen asleep, sonority softly.
You wake up the next morning to Tamsy hugging you from behind. Your legs intertwined. He sleeps quietly, breathing softly. You groan, sitting up. Your body is cleaned up, no sticky feeling anywhere. With a hum you turn to kiss his cheek, you liked that he cleaned you up after you fell asleep. You get up, heading to the bathroom. Your shoulders and neck are sore, rolling your shoulders back. Turning the faucet on you splash water onto your face, looking in the mirror. You gasp, eyes widening as you look at yourself. Your neck and shoulders are covered in bite marks, some a darker red than others. You hear a chuckle behind you and quickly turn around.
Tamsy stands by the door, leaning against it slightly. He’s wearing pants but no shirt, arms crossed. He pushes off, walking towards you. His arms wrap around your waist, nuzzling his cheek against yours. You blush, glaring at him. “ It's not funny. I look like I was attacked by a vampire last night!” He hums, kissing your cheek, getting the corner of your lip. “ its not that bad.” He mumbles against your skin. You deadpan at him, looking back into the mirror. “ I look awful.” You whine, tilting your head to get a better look. “ I think you still look beautiful, in fact they add to your charm.” He smiles, kissing your ear. He’s awfully touchy, as if letting go of you would kill him. You sigh, leaning back into him. “ I can’t leave your room. I think you owe me breakfast.” You hum, looking at him. He laughs, arms tightening around you. He takes a deep breath against your skin before nodding. “ Alright. I’ll go get you breakfast. Don’t go anywhere.” He hesitantly lets go of you, putting a shirt on. He quickly ties his hair up, heading out to go get you something.
Synopsis. The only birthday gift your brother’s best friend wants? You. And not just for fake-dating…
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, brother’s best friend! Gojo, annoyances to lovers, fake dating, PINING, jealousy (Gojo’s side), past Sukuna x Reader, matíng presses, vírgínity loss (Gojo), oraI (fem rec.), PÚSSYDRÚNK GOJO, size kínk, cervíx kíssing, he’s such a tease, cúmplay, p talking, making him WHÍMPER, spítting, pánty-steaIing, slight chokíng, reader is Geto’s sister, matchmaking, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 11.1k
A/N. In honor of my hubby’s birthday!!
“Wait, who’s coming to your party?”
“It’s not just a ‘party’, it’s my surprise party-”
“Satoru, it’s not a surprise party if you’re the one organizing the surp-” You’re cutting yourself off with a heaving sigh, massaging your throbbing temples. “Anyway- continue.”
Growing up, you didn’t suffer through years of endless torment from Gojo Satoru to hope that he’d ever use logic. No, of course not.
Instead, he’s brandishing the oversized birthday banner he’d bought himself, softly smacking the top of your head. “Besides- it’s not like everyone’s going to be there. Just our group, Nanami’s troupe, some Kyoto people, I invited Yaga but he kicked me out of his office- oh- and Sukuna.”
Ah, there it was.
The one person you didn’t want to see just as much as you didn’t want to be roped into your brother’s best friend’s “surprise” party planning for his own birthday. But, alas, here you were.
And here tumbled the next few words that would likely haunt you for the rest of your life.
“I need you to date me.”
“Oh? Okay.”
“Listen I know it’s stupid and I know-” Wait…what? Cutting yourself off with a choked-up wheeze- for the first time since he’d barged into your life, Gojo had truly and absolutely stumped you. “Wait- you agreed?”
He’s shrugging one broad deltoid, tinted glasses that you’d bought for his last birthday sliding down that high nose bridge of his. And the grin you’re graced with is blinding. “Well, I knew it was about time before you fell for my charms~” Before one strong arm swings its way around your shoulders, manhandling you against the thin black t-shirt wrapped around his sculpted body. He wiggles his cloudy brows, “What was it- the hair? The eyes? The body? Y’know I’ve been hitting the gym more-”
“Gojo Satoru.” you’re gritting out through tight lips. “I need you to date me- just for one night.”
“So it was the body-” he’s gasping dramatically, beefy arms frantically wrapping around your middle. You could feel the curves of his washboard abs against your palm. Purring voice pitching up into what almost sounded like a whine, “At least take me out to dinner first–! To think that you just want me for a one night stand-”
In a split-second, your palms slap over his nonsensical mouth - hard enough that you almost spy a stinging stamp of red on his skin.
And yet, Gojo doesn’t complain. Doesn’t display anything but a brazen gleam in his gaze that practically screamed out kinky~!
“Shut- up- my brother’s in the next room.” You’re hissing, eyes flickering behind Gojo’s toned figure and towards the kitchen door for any looming sign of Geto. “I need you to date me-” Your digits tighten over his mouth as soon as you feel it moving to prattle away once more. “-just for tonight- no, not as a one night stand, put that banner down- We just need to ah- pretend?”
Damn, it sounds more of a garbage idea out loud - and you didn’t even know that was possible.
At the question in his summer blue eyes, your hopefully explanatory words spill out a mile a minute. “S-so Sukuna has been getting around since our little break-up a few months ago- if you can even call it that…”
Ah, melding into such a big group with your brother’s friends and your own in university had always meant that there would be a few bumps along the way.
From explaining to an overeager Haibara that no, you and Gojo were definitely not dating, to making sure that your brother and his best friend didn’t make Nanami suffer from an aneurysm too early in life, to perhaps the biggest of them all - your fiery, yet short-lived fling with Ryomen Sukuna.
The most dramatic bump, according to Shoko.
Sukuna wasn’t a close friend, but it’d taken work to get over the worst of the awkwardness after he’d dumped you without a moment’s notice. And you weren’t exactly dreaming up a wedding with him…sort of, but you certainly did skip out on a few invitations to hang out if you knew that he’d show his smug face.
And right now it left you ironically wishing you’d heeded Gojo’s words when he’d first warned you that Sukuna “wasn’t right for you.”
Though, you think part of it came from his own unexplainable love-hate animosity with the man.
“-but I’ve still been painfully single since the last time I saw him, and you know how he is. I can’t face him like this.” You, in particular, knew too well. “You two still have that weird rivalry thing going on, right? So help me show him up just for tonight- then later we say it fizzled out and everything goes back to normal. It’s a win-win really if- eugh!”
You snatch your hand back as far as it would go the very second you feel the sodden drag of something against your palm. Staring in horror at your clammy skin…he licked you.
And Gojo almost winces at the loss of your touch - he almost drags your hand back himself.
But oh, it was worth it just to see the way your gorgeous features get scrunched up into an even more gorgeous glare - one that said if looks could kill, then he’d already be six feet under and having his surprise party thrown on his grave already.
Truly the way to a man’s heart, he swoons internally.
“Fine.”
And when has that particular tone from Gojo ever boded well for you?
“Fine?”
You find yourself gulping at the slight bob of his smooth Adam’s apple, the flex of his back muscles when he hunches downwards to crowd your space. Mere inches away. Somehow, he seemed too close and too far away at the same time. Too intoxicating with his cold, pinewood scent.
“Fine I’ll let you- heh, use me for my body.” Tone intentionally dipping into a low, rumbling territory. Gojo’s batting his long snowy lashes in a way you’d almost deem innocent - if it wasn’t for the next few words that tumble urgently from his mouth. “-only if you give me something back. A kiss.”
You jolt, “What?”
“I’m the birthday boy, and I say-”
Cutting him off with a thoroughly practiced scoff, “Well, I have common sense. And I say I should just ask Nanami instead-”
“Is the common sense in my five-star getaway cabin with us right now?”
“Okay! You two!” Geto’s roughened hands clap down on your shoulders with a little more force than necessary. His voice is patient - used to this. “Please try not to make this a funeral before we can make it a birthday party, Satoru’s decorations are non-refundable.”
Oh, shit.
How long had he been standing there?
Judging by Geto’s slight shake of your shoulders as if scrambling the practical part of your brain back into functionality - and the way he wasn’t lecturing your ear off just yet - you guessed that the two of you had been lucky this time.
Face burning, you pray you didn’t look as guilty as you were. Swatting your older brother’s well-meaning hands away. “Speaking of, for a busybody hosting his own surprise party, I’m shocked you didn’t want any gifts.” Quirking a brow, “Is there even anything you want? Anything else?”
Gojo knew what you meant - you weren’t just talking about the party anymore.
And, well…he avoids your eyes. Yes. Yes, there is .
You.
But, woe, even the utterly shameless Gojo Satoru couldn’t possibly say that out loud - especially in front of his best friend, and your brother - so he settles on an obnoxiously dragged-out, “Awww- Trynna make my birthday special f’me, sweetheart~?”
And even that was toeing the line.
He can’t help the way his rosy lips curl smugly at the edges when you’re hissing out a heated, “S-see if I try and have a civil conversation with you ever again, Gojo.”
“Ouch!” Gojo’s clutching dramatically at his heart with a willowy faint that leaves him hanging off of Geto’s shoulders - and it wasn’t too hard to fake with the way his heart lurches uncomfortably at the sound of his last name on your pretty tongue. “Right for the jugular- is this your way of throwing the towel on our truce?”
Truce…is that what he’s calling it?
You catch your own brother - that traitor - stifling a bout of laughter behind his hand when his towering best friend seems to cower in your mere presence. Because, really, who was Gojo Satoru against you?
Sighing with that slightly infuriated pout you haven’t lost since you were a whiny, teary-eyed brat meeting him at his Digimon-themed birthday party many, many years ago.
Gojo takes the moment to truly appreciate how you’ve grown since.
He hadn’t technically invited you back then - but what else was there to do when your older brother was off making friends in kindergarten already and being invited by his “new best friend”?
You’d been pouty the entire evening at that, he remembers, and his mother had gotten a ton of photos just of your bickering duo. A year younger and just barely an inch shorter than him, but to a freshly six-year-old Gojo that made all the superiority - enough to tease you badly enough that you’d left him with a tiny, throbbing pink handprint across his cheek, and his poor heart in your palm.
“No.” Your voice rips him out of his reverie, as it always seems to do these days. “So you better k-keep up your end of the truce, too.”
With you stomping your way back to your cabin suite, Gojo finds his twinkling eyes straying right after. Hot on your heels. Unable to tear away. You really have changed since then, all grown up - as is he - and yet-
“That’s after a truce?” Geto wonders out loud for the both of you.
Well, he’s eyeing his best friend. And Gojo was nothing if not a good- well, he was good at everything, quite frankly. Everything except for when it came to you. “Suguru, we might have to plan a surprise engagement party tonight instead of a surprise birthday party.”
“Huh?”
“Huh?”
Because he still feels as much the bumbling six-year-old with his first-ever crush as he was back then.
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“Matching colors?”
You sigh, “Check.”
“Matching backstories?”
“Check.”
“Kiss me?”
“Ch- wait not yet-” you’re managing to shrill out, fingers curling even tighter around where Gojo had insisted you latch onto his bicep. And you feel him flex boastfully under his velvety button-up, “And do we really need to make some grand entrance? You literally planned the entire party.”
He’s flicking your forehead - softly, you’ve seen Gojo roughhousing with your brother before and he didn’t use even half his strength on you. “Surprise party- the birthday boy has to make a dramatic entrance with his girlfriend. How else will we make a statement?”
You’re grumbling to yourself about why you needed to make a statement at all - but you can’t argue, this was your idea after all.
And Gojo seemed well and fully intent to excel in his role…perhaps too intent.
Now, you always knew that his family was disgustingly wealthy; but Gojo practically dragged you to the nearest high-end mall this morning. Insisting on the latest twinkling bracelets and bejewelled necklaces to match his fitted shirt. Cooing that you looked “absolutely gorgeous” in every single one.
Was this official girlfriend treatment from Gojo Satoru himself? You’ve never known him to have had a long-term relationship in all the years he’s been your brother’s friend but…but it was all so much for just one night of acting.
And when you’re twirling that flowy silken fabric of your dress around your fingers, you wonder if that’s all he was thinking.
“Hey?” The rounded pads of his fingers skim over your cheeks, “Nervous?”
“A little.” you admit, trying oh-so-desperately to escape from his blazing sapphire gaze.
And Gojo crushes you close to his body, one massive palm resting firmly on your hips, hardened front pressing up against yours. Warm. Steady. Voice so close now that you could catch every slight crack towards the end, the heat of Gojo’s feverish breath - practically burning - against your ear.
You wanted to feel his hands more - everywhere.
Woah. You’re shaking your head, thankful it simply looked like you were gathering your wits. Maybe you were more tired than you thought.
“We’ll be alright. Trust me, it’ll go smoothly.” Was- was Gojo Satoru comforting you? He’s cracking a smile, like the thought just occurred to him, too. “And if it doesn’t then I can beat up that b-”
SLAM!
“Why are you taking so lo- What. The. Fuck.”
Your first instinct is to wrench away from Gojo’s hold - but unluckily for you, his first instinct is the exact opposite. And you find his firm digits tensing to dig into the plush of your hips, both of your heads snapping towards that gravelly new voice.
Catching a jaw-dropped Shoko with her half-burnt cigarette dropped to the floor, she looked nowhere near even thinking of picking it back up. You could practically see the gears curdling around in her head.
“Ah-” You’re gasping out in what you hoped was believable scandal, fingers latching around Gojo’s own cold ones. Not to remove - no, Gojo almost has a heart attack when you intertwine them with yours. “Hope we’re not too late, Sa- Toru here wanted to go shopping.”
“Wait-” Shoko runs her hands through her silky locks like she was pleading to the skies above. “Wait wait wait- wait- when did this happen no-” She’s baring you with her most aghast look, “Why did this happen?”
Gojo comes to your rescue, face falling into the crook of your neck with a grin. “Told ya she would fall for my charms eventually~”
“Yes, but I didn’t think she was that stupid-”
Yes! You have to fight to hide your smile, despite the blatant insult. One down - if you could get everyone at this party to believe in your little act, then Sukuna would have to.
“Still here–” You’re deadpanning, hoping that your friends didn’t catch the slight tremors in your voice. Damn- why did Gojo have to be so warm. “-and uh- maybe we should head inside? After it is a certain someone’s-”
“Shhh! You’ll ruin my surprise.”
It all goes according to script - well, your entrance with Gojo and his entrance into the party.
As soon as your duo steps in, the dim lights flicker on and you’re deafened with the cheery yell of surprise! Blinking your startled gaze to adjust to the blinding decorations upon decorations that Gojo himself had put up, you can’t help but let out a chuckle at the smiling faces that meet you.
Geto and Haibara holding exploded party poppers, the rest of the group from Kyoto standing around a brightly lit cake you’d baked, Nanami the one turning on the lights - the farthest away from the birthday boy. Purposefully so, you imagine.
And there - in the center of it all - Sukuna.
Arms crossed, a pink brow raised as he drinks in the sight of you - all of you.
As was the rest of the room, eyes widening in true surprise.
Gojo’s clutching the front of his shirt with almost-frightening theatrics. “You guys- You did this all for me? You’re the absolute best-”
“Eugh.”
“What did you blackmail her with?”
“Congratulations on your relationship!”
Your eyes latch onto Geto - who only takes a long look at you and cackles.
Gojo’s huffing ever-so-slightly as he gets cut off, and that’s what it takes for you to realize that you still had his fingers looped undeniably with yours. In fact, he’s tugging you even close to wrap one heavy arm over your shoulder, the very picture of sappy devotion when he nuzzles his cheek into your own. “They’re bullying me~”
He was laying it on thick.
He’d barely steered you into the living room before you catch a flash of white and two firm arms curled around your neck - away from your supposed boyfriend.
“My lovely!” Utahime cries, cocktail abandoned somewhere to wrangle you free from Gojo’s treacherous grasp. She’s cupping your face with visible concern, “Is your head okay? Did you knock it somewhere? I know a good doctor that can help with-”
“Hey! She’s my lovely-”
“I’m fine, Utahime.” You’re subtly stepping on Gojo’s toes before things can escalate any further. Eyes meeting red ones from across the room, “-I promise. We’re just ah- giving it a go. It’s very new and we didn’t want to make such a big deal out of it, honestly.”
Lies. The entire point is to make a big deal out of it.
Shoko crosses over in a flash, droopy eyes flickering between you and a sheepish Gojo. “Giving it a-” Slicing their way over to the decorative blush on his cheeks, “-go…huh.”
And as you’re surrounded by the tittering crowd, you’ve never felt more like one of those cell samples that Shoko would dissect in medical school and proudly show your reluctant self pictures of.
Ogling everything from the weight of Gojo’s hand on your shoulders to that soppy smile on his face when he smushes his cheek into yours like some overgrown cat. And you can’t help but wear a grin of your own.
Can’t help but feel relief when she cracks a wicked smile, “Fucking finally.”
Haibara gathers your hands in his own, “I-I’m so proud of you two! Nanami and I have been hoping for this for the past five years-” Flitting his strangely wet eyes to a Nanami who couldn’t have looked more disinterested if he tried. “-isn’t that right Nanami?”
“No it’s not.” he’s rolling his eyes, but you catch the slightest hint of a twitch at the corners of his lips. And it hits you that he’s happy for you.
Really, truly happy.
“Right right!” Haibara plows on, and you have half the mind to wonder if the obliviousness was a skill. “It’s been more like the past seven years-”
Geto slaps! his hand on Gojo’s shoulder, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “So he finally grew the balls, huh?”
“Eh? I mean-” you’re strangling out at your brother’s sudden comment. “-I mean of course. Had to practically force it out of him though, y’know?”
Shoko nods, eyes far away like she’s remembering something you can’t. “Of course, you did- pining fool.” And in the corner of your eye, you sneak a glimpse at the way Gojo’s sharp jaw clenches. Grinding ever-so-lightly as she calls out, “Well, I was almost at my wit’s end with your horrible taste in men. No offense, Sukuna, not that this one’s any better- let me know if you ever need his balls chopped off in his sleep–”
Utahime’s narrowed glare stays locked on Gojo, “Hurt her and it’ll be more than your balls.”
Sukuna, notably, says nothing.
.
.
.
Gojo Satoru was a liar.
The guestlist for his birthday wasn’t simply your friends - it was damn near the entire campus by the time the cake had been cut and you’d all settled into your usual conversations.
Body after body filtering in through those towering mahogany doors of his. Invitation or not. Rapidly and steadily, it was growing into another one of Gojo’s famed parties. Honestly, you wouldn’t even be surprised if you’d actually bumped into Professor Yaga somewhere in there.
“Eheh- whoops.” His apologetic words hit hotly against your ear over the thumping music. Your body jostling precariously where you were sat all prettily in his lap on the overpriced living room couch. “I don’t even know half these people.”
And, yet, more than half the people seemed to know you - or, at least, your relationship with Gojo.
Sure, you were aware that your brother and his best friend were amongst some of the most popular students on campus, but this was ridiculous. You couldn’t pass two minutes without a few guests sauntering up to wish the two of you well and leaving Gojo with a “congratulations for finally growing the balls.”
“They sure know a lot about your balls, huh?” You’re raising a brow, back pressed up against the massaging ridges of his abs. And some part of you felt guilty for deceiving all of these people - they really did look curiously happy for the two of you.
Gojo’s bemoaning, “I can assure you that you are the only one allowed to talk about my b-”
“Ugh, couples.” Comes your brother’s voice to the side of you, the cushiony couch dips as he takes his seat. “Though, it is much better than having him mope around.”
“Suguru…” Gojo murmurs. Low.
“What? Scared I’ll embarrass you in front of your girlfriend?” Geto was such a provocateur despite that serene expression he’d constantly wear on the outside. Taking a long swig of his beer before musing, “Remember, she’s my sister, Satoru. And I think she should know about that book of pick-up lines you bought for her. And that picture in your-”
Immediately, two engulfing hands find their place on either side of your head, covering your ears so blatantly. Gojo’s strained screech is only slightly muted when he drags out, “W-we haven’t gotten to that stage yet!”
“Oh, I see I see-” And Haibara - dear, sweet Haibara - always chooses the worst times to pop up from behind the two of you. Ringing voice commanding the attention of about half of the room nearby when he’s humming, “So you two are still in the honeymoon phase, then? How romantic!”
“No.”
“Yes.”
There’s such dangerous possessiveness in Gojo’s limbs when they tangle in a mess with yours. One arm wrapped tight around your waist, the other gliding its lecherous pathway up and down your exposed thigh. Slowly. Savoring.
Gojo’s fingers twirl over the short hem of the dress he’d bought, lips pressed up against your throat as he mutters. “Aw, c’mon– no need to be shy, sweetheart.”
And you’re sure whatever strange little flip your heart did showed on your face - because immediately, you’re being showered with awww’s and squeals from all around you two- when did you even draw in a crowd?
“Then why dontcha give ‘er a pretty peck to prove it.”
But of course, Sukuna was in it, too.
“What?”
You try not to let your true feelings bleed into your words when you take a long look at that unchanged smirk, the way he’s tilting his tattooed neck in defiance. Shrugging up sculpted shoulders, “M’just saying. If you were my girl, I’d want to prove it to everyone here.”
Damn.
Geto nudges his best friend, and you grit your teeth - because proving it was exactly what Sukuna did when you two were dating. Often these parties found you sneaking away if he felt generous, and Sukuna’s lips hot against yours right on the dance floor if he didn’t.
All in front of a fuming Gojo.
And, hell, if he could be petty then so could you.
You’re ignoring the boiling in your veins to run a few stray fingers through Gojo’s angelic hair. Soft. It drags his steely gaze from Sukuna over to you with a gulp, “S’that okay, Toru–” Oh god, that nickname has Gojo wondering whether he’s in heaven. “-wouldn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
“Tch, are you kiddin’ me-” He recovers quickly, and you didn’t know whether the raw awe in his voice was part of the acting or simply just Gojo being himself. “-provin’ to losers than I’m yours is the best birthday gift I could get.”
The last thing you see is that tiny, curvaceous dimple at the end of Gojo’s grin before he’s smashing his lips onto yours. It’s messy. Disorganized. The very beginnings of a sodden French kiss.
Sheer teeth and lips and need as he suckles lightly on your lower lip, pearly white canines sinking in ever-so-lightly until you keen. Lost into the wolf whistles erupting from the party-goers - it seems to knock some sense into you two.
And Gojo breaks the kiss with a panting pah! sugary sweet taste of his birthday cake lingering on your tongue - over as soon as it started. “Happy birthday to me.”
“You are so corny-” you’re croaking, more so because you didn’t know what to say than anything. Because all your mind was whirling with weren’t words - it was the feeling of wanting more more more-
Shit. Your eyes widen, peering down at Gojo’s half-drunken gaze - even though you’re sure his lightweight self hasn’t had a single drink tonight. You wanted to kiss him more.
“I-I think I’m going to get a drink.” you’re mumbling out, hastily standing on two unsteady feet. Mere moments away from stepping into the kitchen - from making your escape - before long digits clasp around your wrist. With a plastered smile, you turn to Gojo, gaze flickering down between his begging eyes and that vice-like grip of his. “You need anything, babe?”
“Ah-” Gojo lets you go as if your skin scorched him - as if he didn’t even realize that he’d been holding onto you this way. “No no, nothing for me- don’t take too long, m’kay~”
Every step you take, Gojo’s watching after you like it couldn’t be fast enough.
Because after that? That kiss that had him feeling like a pathetically melty puddle of teenage hormones? Shit, he’s almost on the verge of getting out of his seat and running after you like a maiden himself-
“So…ugh- was that part of the truce?”
“Huh?”
“Was that- dammit, Satoru fuckin’ look at me- she’s not even in your line of sight!”
“Oh- what?” Gojo’s veering his eyes over to his best friend, gaze still trailing after you like a lost puppy even when he registers the other man talking to him. Your little audience had mostly dissipated by now, leaving him to act as much of a fool as his idol-like persona on campus didn’t allow.
Geto lets him stew in the strobing silence of the party music for a little longer, before heaving out a sigh that was much too worldly for a young man of twenty-something. As a younger sister, you really did give him grief - and he finds himself almost wishing he hadn’t interrogated Gojo after overhearing your strange agreement earlier today. “Man, you really are stupid, huh?”
“I know.”
“And this charade of yours is even stupider.”
“...I know.”
“And you realize that you might just be helping her back into the arms of that Sukuna all over again, right?”
“WHAT?” He’s so desperately loud that a few guests in the vicinity jump. But Gojo didn’t care - he didn’t give a shit about anything other than grasping onto Geto’s collar, shaking him stupid. “Have you lost your mind- I’m supposed to be the nonsensical one in our duo-”
“I-I’m just saying.” Geto’s putting his hands up as if a shield, “Getting an ex-boyfriend jealous using the same man he was threatened over when they were dating? Sounds like the textbook recipe for jealousy sex if you ask me.”
Oh, Gojo Satoru was going to kill someone. Brows marrying together, he only wobbles his best friend harder. “B-but no- that can’t be- they hate each other, don’t they?”
And, ah, he hated how Geto always knew what to say.
Hated how he already knew by the devilish curve of Geto’s lips that nothing that was about to fall out of it was going to do his sanity any good.
Gojo flails, “No wait-”
“Don’t you two claim you ‘hate each other’? And yet, here you are.” Geto’s patting his best friend on the back as if consoling him, shaking his head with the patience of a mother with a few problem children. “There there, you complete imbecile. Now you might want to stay here sulking with a singleton like me, or- you might want to go over there and avenge the honor of your fake relationship, because I see an ex-boyfriend coming in hot.”
“What?”
He’s jerking his head around so urgently that Gojo’s vision blacks out for a bit - and that’s exactly the excuse he’ll use for years to come when he shoots up to his full height. Snatching a glass of liquid courage from Geto-
“Satoru, that’s-”
Knocking it back within seconds before storming off to just where he could just peak your beautiful self in the kitchen being crowded by Sukuna. That adorable furrow in between your brows betraying your thoughts, lips moving furiously with a frown.
“Do you think he knows that what he drank was just water and not alcohol…” Geto tilts his now-empty cup at a lounging Nanami nearby, head bowed like he couldn’t give a single fuck if this party burned with him in it.
“No.”
“Do you think he realized the ‘jealous sex’ was a bluff?”
“No.”
Geto lets out a slight huff of laughter, “And do you think he realizes that more than one person in our group knows it’s pretend?”
“No.” Nanami didn’t care if he risked sounding like a broken recorder, after spending almost a decade with you two dancing around each other, he thinks he’s owed that privilege at the very least. “I don’t think he realizes that had your sister so much as looked his way, let alone date his sorry self, then the entire campus would have been hearing about it for the past month.” For the first time since he’d found himself accidentally dragged into Geto’s conversation with him, Nanami raises his head to catch the tail end of Gojo’s lanky legs disappearing into the kitchen. “After all, Sukuna did break up with her because they were in love with each other. Just too stupid to see.”
Now, you might not exactly be his yet like he’s wished on every single birthday candle since he was six - but Gojo Satoru was to be damned if was going to let any other bastard steal his fake girlfriend.
“Sukuna-”
“Awww…what happened to ‘Kuna’, baby?”
You snort, arms crossing over each other while you fixate your glare on Sukuna’s leering form. God, the kitchen just seemed too small for the two of you. “I think you lost that privilege when you dumped me.” Attempting- failing - to sidestep, “Now if you’d excuse me, my boyfriend is-”
Scoffing, “Girl- what boyfriend?”
Sukuna looked to be on the very verge of laughter, and you were on the verge of breaking into a nervous sweat. He’s rasping out a rumbling snicker at that look on your pretty face, “Oh come on, now- you can’t really expect me to believe that sorry excuse of a kiss came from the same man that’s been wantin’ you for years, right?”
Shit.
Wait…years?
Your fingers curl tighter around the beer bottle, “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
And you watch as Sukuna’s mouth drops - now fully laughing in your face. “Damn- not even a hint? You really did downgrade after me, ma. At least I was honest.”
“Honestly an asshole, that’s for sure.”
But the rest of your fire swims down the drain as he inches closer. And closer. Heat radiating off the rippling muscles of his body when a big, beefy arm of his cages you against the polished marble counter. Head inclining slightly towards the door, “Well- why don’t you and I-”
“Take your fuckin’ hands off my girlfriend.”
“Satoru?”
But the sight you’re met with seems anything but - gone is that softly teasing demeanor, vanquished is Gojo’s easy smile. His pretty features are twisted into such a feral snarl; and where his tone was ice-cool, his eyes were blazing with raw fury.
Gojo looked like he didn’t even hear you as he echoes, “I won’t say it again.”
“Well alright then, Mr. Boyfriend.” Sukuna lets go of the cool counter surface with a knowing chuckle, walking horrifically towards a seething Gojo himself. The two stand eye-to-eye, glare-to-glare. “Are ya sure you and your third-rate acting wasn’t interrupting anything between myself and my girlfriend?”
“Satoru, ignore him–” You’re pleading, trembly voice jolting Gojo out of his hypnotized stupor, and making him drag his heavy legs around to you. Fuck, that was close. You didn’t know what-
“That’s right. Comfort your friend the only way you know how- s’not like you can do anything other than pine for decades until the next one comes around to steal her away, anyway.”
CRASH!
In a split-second, Gojo has Sukuna pinned against the wooden cabinets by his cotton shirt. Ego and desperation wafting from the two men as his feet dangle a few centimeters off the floor. Gojo had his teeth bared - eyes wild, looking like he was seconds from foaming at the very mouth. And Sukuna’s own lips quirked upwards into a grin.
“You better watch your fucking mouth.” Gojo hisses.
“You wanna tell her or should I-”
“What is happening here-” Shoko’s sharp voice snaps the three of you from your little bubble of violence, and it’s like all of a sudden the music and the party comes pouring back into the kitchen. Strangers and friends alike hot on your heels to watch the drama unfold, being pushed back by a frantic Haibara. “You’re acting like children.”
Sukuna shoves the other man off of him, and makes his way out. “Well, I know one of us hasn’t grown up.”
And Gojo is just about to stride forwards- until you catch him with a hand hooked around his elbow. Feeling the washing sense of deja vu from not too long ago. Hastily spitting out, “N-now- oh! Look at that, let me get that bruise cleaned up-” There was no bruise, and there was no reason for you to drag Gojo from the kitchen as fast as you did. Yet, you did anyway. “We’ll be upstairs–”
“Man…Sukuna.” Geto whistles lowly, watching you lug his 6’3 mess of a clingy best friend up the stairs and into what he assumes to be Gojo’s bedroom. “I know you wanted to set them up together badly but wasn’t that a little much?”
“Oh shut up- I don’t give a shit if they get together or- or if she’s happy or not.” he gruffs, stalking off.
Yet, Geto guffaws at the angry rouge that colored the very tips of his ears, and the slight wobble in Sukuna’s lower lip when he stops to watch you two make your escape.
Yeah. “Didn’t give a shit” his ass.
“Ugh.” Utahime rolls her eyes, signalling at the DJ to raise the volume on the music just a tad louder. She had a dreading feeling they’d strangely need it. “Men.”
.
.
.
Ugh, men.
You roll your eyes, the soft pads of your fingers tracing over where Gojo’s knuckles were slightly reddening after knocking against the cabinets. You were only glad that it didn’t escalate into something even worse - damn this stupid idea.
“I’m sorry.”
Gojo breaks the thickened silence between you two, his sullen voice echoing across all four wide corners of the master bedroom. But all you can hear is the thundering of your own pulse when he blinks his eyes up at you, “I didn’t…didn’t think it would go this far.”
The two of you are sitting on the edge of his king-sized bed, practically sinking into the plush mattress. And you can’t help but notice how much the room smells like him.
“Ah, well- y’know…” you’re trailing off, and the way you look at him - so soft and raw will forever be etched into his honeyed mind. You were comforting him…what a night. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. B-beside- it’s over now, isn’t it?”
He can only nod.
And you feel your fingers twitch where they were cradled in his much larger ones. Fuck. Here goes nothing…
“So that means I have to hold up my end of the bargain now, doesn’t it?”
Oh.
Gojo blinks.
Oh.
“Wait- so was it the body or the char-”
“Unless you finish that sentence right now. In that case I’m never speaking to you again.”
And shit, if you knew that this was the way to shut Gojo Satoru up then you’d have been wielding this power much, much sooner. Breath hitching when his plump, pinkish lips instantly zip shut, and he’s scrambling off the bed to kneel in front of you.
Kneel.
Gojo was kneeling in front of you, knees clacking to the floor so hard that you think it must hurt. But all that he wears on his expectant face is the rosiest of blushes, and the slight pucker of his lips when he leans in. “I-I’ll shut up- but can I have my kiss now?”
You couldn’t gift an answer even if your dizzy mind could somehow conjure up one.
Because with the slightest nod of your head - barely motioning even a few millimeters - Gojo’s crashing his lips onto yours like he was starved.
Like he didn’t want to breathe - didn’t need to - when his mouth was meshing against yours. Addicted from that faux kiss downstairs. Keening out a low whine at the very back of his throat, he’s gulping in steady heavals of your essence. Greedy hands circling your body-
“O-oh shit.” he kisses, mouth parting from yours ever-so-slightly because fuck, he had to breathe. But he’s completely and utterly sure that he could die happy right here and right now, lips firmly pressed against yours.
You’re half-heartedly sputtering, “We should– the party–”
“D-don’t talk to me about a fuckin’ party, pretty.” His teeth pull lewdly on your lower lip, “One more- that was a practice run. O-one m-”
This time, it’s you cutting him off.
Swallowing up the rest of Gojo’s sentence and forcing his body to wreck with a sudden bolting of lightning. And Gojo swears he tastes heaven on your lips, thumbing open your jaw further to pry out your lolling tongue and suck.
You moan out what sounds like a slurring string of his name over and over - praying that these walls were as soundproofed as they looked.
Fingers nimbling their way over to the first few open buttons of his shirt - the very graze of your skin down his burning one sends shots of electricity down Gojo’s body. It makes him jolt. It makes him drag in a heaving lungful. It makes his heavy palm drop its way to the curve of your ass and squeeze.
“Wait-” he’s drunken. Seething. Silvery strings of rope snapping in the heady lack of space between you two when Gojo pulls away. “-what’s it that they say- one more for luck?”
One more. And another. Another. Another and another and it’s still not enough even when Gojo’s mouth was throbbingly red and raw from crashing against yours, whimpering at the slightest wet glide of your candied lips across his.
Meshing in a sodden pucker he’s trailing his plumpened lips down the splatters of dribble that’d made its way down the corner of your mouth.
As lazy as his hands were, long digits drawing circular massages up, up, up your thigh. You’re gasping when the fat curve of his thumb nudges in through your drenched panties, drawing a sopping wet line down your teary slit.
“I think…” Cutting himself off to let his tongue slide out and lick a languid stripe down your drivel. “...think I needa hah- kiss those other lips of yours for good measure, sweetheart.”
Oh.
Fuck.
He looked like he was seconds from drooling at the very thought. Nervous energy bleeding into his words, making them sound almost like a whimper. Gojo Satoru wasn’t asking - he was begging on his knees right before you to eat out your pretty cunt.
Sharp inhales being sucked through his drunkenly parted lips when you slide your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and pull. “Th-then you better make it worth all the trouble, Toru.”
Oh, his head tumbles backwards at the sound of that nickname on your lips once more.
Chuckling - chuckling - all humorless and crazed. Bleary eyes locked on you and only you, he doesn’t move them a singular inch once all the while dipping his fingerpads into the hem of your panties and pulling. Dragging out the drenched excuse of your panties, they’re splotching a glistening coating of your sweet, sweet juices down your thighs.
And Gojo only turns to look once he brings them eye-level - up to his face and-
“Toru, you’re so nasty–”
“Ya think?” Gojo huffs out through the slicked-up fabric of your underwear, breathing in your essence like it was his favorite scent. And you swear you catch him sneaking in a few droplets of your syrupy juices that splatter onto his mouth. Groaning, “Oh, sweetheart- m’gonna make you realize just how nasty I really am.”
Without any apologies, without any warning, your thoroughly hypnotized self is being shoved down roughly onto the mattress. You bounce a few times against the navy sheets, legs hiking up on autopilot - exactly the way that Gojo wanted them.
You really were made for him.
Mewling, “Wh-what-”
“Shhh sh sh-” he’s whispering out in ragged rasps, still pressing a few pretty pecks against the mound of your translucently glossed panties. It was taking everything in him to part- to set them down…Well, perhaps not that far. Gojo stuffs your panties mindlessly into the back pocket of his pants, tongue swiping a moisturized coating over his lips when he takes back in the sight of you. “M’talking to her.”
All splayed out on the bed for him - it was like all his dreams materialized into real life.
Literally.
“Oh, look how wet she is–” His creamy fingertips push up your dress to make such a slurring mess all over your pursed lips. On purpose. Swirling the edge of his manicured thumb over and over in the tiniest of circles over your pulsing clit. And Gojo snickers at how greedy she was for his attention…how cute. “-whaddaya think she’s ngh- tellin’ me, pretty?”
Rubbing your fists over your eyes, you’re seeing stars when Gojo’s rude digits give your clit a sudden pinch. “I-I don’t know–”
“Awww- are you sure?” You’re being showcased the most innocent pout you’ve seen him plaster on his entire life, lower lip jutting out and looming so dangerously close to kiss the drizzling trail at your puffy folds. “Because she’s so talkative to me- might jus’ be nicer than you.”
You wish you could snap back as you usually would - oh, how you wish.
But you’re sure that any and every noise that showers out from your dazed mouth wouldn’t even be heard. Because for one infuriating time in your life, Gojo was right.
Those sugar-coated squelches from your dripping cunt replayed in your ears over and over. Every teasing pattern of Gojo’s fingertips has you rambling in a saturated song that sticks to your ears like cotton. And Gojo couldn’t get enough.
He couldn’t stop.
He couldn’t falter no matter how much he wanted to keep up this ever-cracking facade of being suave. Heeding to practically every word from your pretty pussy when his heated mouth gruffs closer and kisses you.
Slow. Filthy.
“T-Toru–” you’re whining, your fingers entangling with his snowy locks. And no matter how hard you tug, Gojo doesn’t move even an inch. “-make sure you ngh- b-breathe- fuck-”
“Don’t need to..don’t- don’t need it…” Gojo’s slurring out into your saccharine pussy lips, intentionally dragging out his words so that they vibrate all down your spine.
Button nose massaging against your ample clit, the decadent room rings! with a sultry squelch. And you’re peeking down at that sinful sight of Gojo’s tongue smearing your puffed-up pussy lips agape. Swiping around and around the circular hole of your entrance before plunging in-
Oh.
Gojo looked like he was so in bliss.
Eyes sliding all the way to the back of his head with one taste of your bawling cunt on his tongue- shit. Shit.
Shit shit shit. He’s out of control when he gasps, two hands curling under and around your thighs to haul you down the bed. Maw hanging ferally open when he’s gashing your poor pussy with the most sodden French kisses - Gojo’s never kissed a person like this before. And he doesn’t think he ever will - other than you.
Doesn’t think he’ll ever feel as feverish as he does right now when he’s craning his deft fingers into his mouth. Sucking. Tasting. Each and every one with a messy pop! pop! pop!
He really was nasty.
You gape at the way your slick hangs all down his lips and coats a sparkling glaze that drips down his chin and forms a little pool at his neck. His collarbones. Trickling down with pearly beads of sweat that sift between his perky pecs so mouthwateringly.
“F-fuuuuck-” Gojo’s hissing, brows scrunching together like he couldn’t even believe what he was seeing. “You jus’ got ngh- wetter. S-so much wetter…”
It’s said like a prayer.
Like a plea because your cunt was driving Gojo crazy.
“It’s all because of ah- you–” You squirm at the way that these were the words tumbling from your mouth. And you already know that Gojo was about to tease you for this for the next few years - if he even remembered, that is.
Because just about the only thing that he can do right now is twirl the edges of his fingers over your winking hole. Once. Twice. Before feeding you inch by long inch of his middle finger - in your lusty haze you think you manage to count about six inches from his staggering size.
And it only had you imagining his size down below.
“Don’t squeeze around m-me- fuck who am I kidding-” Gojo’s sleazy pumps of his hand has your cunt slobbering all down to his working wrist. Adding in one more, two. “-drool all over me- make a mess- hah- fuckin’ ruin me.” Mouth bumbling a mile a minute when his drives build up sloppily, swiveling around your gummy walls to nudge over all your tenderized sweet spots. “Yeah- heh- yeah suck me up like that. S-such a slutty girl, aren’t ya?”
“S-stop being so-”
So what?
Talkative with your cunt? So greedy when he shovels his face back in between your tottering thighs? So heated when he utters. Like a death sentence. All that he could. “I-I can’t stop- do you know how long I’ve ah- imagined this? Dreamt of this?”
Your palm constrict on his silky strands and Gojo’s so pliant when he lets himself be rummaged even deeper against your pussy. So ready to be used. “Th-think I like you better when you ngh- shut up–”
And even through it all, Gojo finds it in himself to roll his eyes - though, you think it’s a way to disguise the way he’s agonizingly swimming in euphoria more than anything. Chuckling out wetly, “Th-think I like it better when you’re ah- actually on m’tongue and n-not jus’ in my fuck- dreams when I have my cock in hand.”
Shit.
He’s so shameless.
Fingers jackhammering in and out in and out in and out-
“Where is it-” he’s spitting out into your squirming pussy, the lower half of your body being pinned to the mattress with one of his strong arms. You’re feeling the way his biceps bulge against your skin. Getting faster. Faster. “-where is it where is it where-”
“What are you even ngh- looking for, Toru?” you’re crying out - it was all so much now. So close.
But the only answer you get are your ankles being tugged to wrap around Gojo’s fervent head, pinned with one hand behind his back. “Lock it.” Keeping you held there until the ends of your feet knot as vice-like as possible to mash his face into your drooling cunt.
Gojo wraps his rose pink lips around your weepy clit and sucks through furrowed brows when his thorough digits surge upwards at a bruising pace into a bulbous magical spot. That spot.
“Found it.”
And you find yourself cumming with such a loud yelp of Gojo’s name - throat rubbing sore with every peak of your high. Your orgasm crashes into you over and over as he laps up every bead, every splatter, every drop that you’re giving.
And he’s still parched.
Spitting out a wet slew of saliva into your quavering hole, Gojo’s making such a mess of you. Absolutely ruined when he sucks up every wet smear that waterfalls from your cute cunt - so thirsty.
It’s only when your high has died down to a few tingles, when your limbs twitch with overstimulation, that Gojo finds himself pulling away. His lips stinging rawly, nose slicked and dripping with your sweet, sweet juices - you’re hearing the most pained grunt from between your legs as he pulls away.
It hurt him to.
“Oh, w-would ya look at that—”
You weren’t sure if you trusted him enough to look - already knowing that whatever it was would have your mind reeling.
But how could you not when Gojo’s fat fingertips squeeze your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, opening your glazed mouth just wide enough for him to salivate. A thick wad of spit hitting your lolling tastebuds, his thumb swipes over the stray slops that’d made their home on the corner of your slack jaw.
He grins, “I said look, sweetheart…”
Groaning, your eyes blink downwards - and you weren’t even sure what you were witnessing at first. Not even sure if you were daydreaming - because Gojo had his black dress pants unbuttoned. Shoved down until his thick, milky thighs just enough for you to witness his massive length.
Yeah, his fingers were definitely an indicator of something.
Because Gojo was so big that you felt nervous. His length swollen and thickened to an incredible girth. All pretty with a red, rotund ruby tip that blushes a cute strawberry pink all the way down, down, down until neatly trimmed tufts of white at his base. Saddling his tight, hefty balls that looked much too heavy.
He made your mouth water.
But that wasn’t all - no, what really catches your eye and snaps you from your orgasmic haze and into a half-lucid state were the creamy rings upon rings that laminated his shaft. Frosting-like dredges of cum sliding lazily down his angry cock, spurting out a few more from his weepy divot at the very end at your unwavering attention. Did he-
“Yes.” Gojo gasps out in a condensed puff, his voice sugary and embarrassed. Shit, did you just say that out loud? “I-I came just from…you’re just so-”
Damn, he curses his stupidly babbling mouth. So drunk on you that he can’t voice all the sinful thoughts sprinting through his melty head right now - all the thoughts that have been already for years now.
It was impossible - even for his big fat mouth.
So without another word, Gojo tuts as he’s rolling his shoulders as if on instinct to pop a few joints; in one, fluid motion your body is being sidled into such an easy princess carry.
Patting you down right into the cushiony middle of the bed, he looms over you - stalks over to you. And you can’t deny that the absolutely feral smile twisting his features makes your cunt twitch.
“Too many clothes.” Gojo tugs on your dress - that darkened glint in his eyes not boding well for you or-
RIP!
-for this dress.
At the sight of your jaw dropping in adorable surprise, he chuckles out a rough, “Don’t worry- I’ll buy ya that again. I’ll buy ya the ngh- whole fuckin’ store jus–” And oh with a few masterful flicks of his fingers on your bra, you’re left in nothing underneath him. Nothing to hide your perfect body away from the way he was fucking you with his half-lidded eyes. “-just let me f-fuck this cute cunt, please?”
It takes you a few sloppy seconds of Gojo nibbling down your neck for you to realize that he’s waiting for you. For anything.
Huffing, your shaky fingers clench around the glaringly open lapels of his button-up. “S’unfair th-that you’re the only one in clothes-”
And, well, who was Gojo Satoru against you?
You’re demandingly helping him shrug off that branded shirt, buttons hitting the ground, his pants hitting the floor-
“Whoops.” Gojo grins sheepishly when his pants and those tight boxers collapse onto the floor in a tatter of fabric and your panties. “Jus’ consider it a uh- birthday gift, pretty–”
No longer having his flaps of fabric to reel him in by, your fingernails dig neat little patterns of crescents on his heated skin as you drag him down to you. Heady breaths mingling with one another, “You said no gifts, remember? If you ngh- really want those panties- y-you’re gonna hafta earn it, Toru.”
And earn it he will.
Because as soon as the bulging spherical shape of his fat head swipes a sopping kiss down your pussy lips, you feel yourself already moan. He was so hot.
Already so pussydrunken when he says, “Hope ya don’t mind–” Teeth sinking into your tender earlobe, “-this is my first time.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
You barely even have the mindpower to register those words before you’re being split apart - gasping at the almost-unnatural feeling of being so thoroughly full. Of having our steamingly hot insides being fucked open with just the simple tip of Gojo’s staggering cock.
“C’mon- c’mon–” He’s lunging up in slow, mindless gyrations trying to force his thick length inside. Powerful arms keeping your wrangling legs spanned wide open for him, they barely even let you budge. Biting down on his lip in frustration, “F-fit inside- shit, your pussy’s so tight, sweetheart– s’it too big for you?”
Stubbornly, “No-”
And Gojo only has to glissade the curves of his palm down to that inflationary nudge of where he was drilling into your cunt. “No?”
“...no.”
Pressing down. Hard. “No?”
“Fuck- yes- you’re just too big-” And you meant it as a complaint - you really did. But those words only have every ounce of blood remaining in Gojo’s shivering body galloping down to his gluttonous cock. Pushing at the seams to make him expand even fatter, bigger- “Why are you getting bigger?”
Shit, you really needed to watch that mouth of yours.
Because it has Gojo’s hulking body falling onto two elbows on either side of your head, like a heavenly cage you didn’t ever want to get out of.
Sweat-simmered forehead bumping into yours, you feel his large fingers interlace dangerously on top of your head. “You need to-” He’s crashing his lips against yours in such a filthy open-mouthed kiss. “-s-stop talkin’ outta ya ngh- pussy. Leave that to her.”
Her.
And you’re so utterly distracted by all his little ministrations that you didn’t even realize the way he was snugly fitting himself into your cunt.
The stretch is impeccable when it hits you like a train at full speed, feeling the tiny nooks and crannies of your magical spots being brushed up against the thrumming upright curve of Gojo’s cock. He’s leaving no millimeter of your elastic walls unturned, unstretched. Untainted.
Gushing out a sweltering hot wave of buttery pre that sloshes all the way against your womb. “Oh- oh what the fuck-” Gojo hisses, chest heaving. And if you didn’t know any better you’d have wondered if he was in pain. “-what the fuck- th-this is what you feel like?”
Right - shit. In all the chaos, you’d forgotten those words he’d confessed just earlier - Gojo Satoru was a virgin. Because of course, he was. Don’t make him laugh, who else would he have ever wanted to see him like this other than you?
A virgin that was currently pacing his slender hips back and forth to instrument the most syrupy squelches from the very gooey bottom of your cunt. His drooling mouth spreading wider and wider with every sultry half-thrust.
You mewl, “H-how does it feel, Satoru?”
“I-I feels so- so–” But the words are failing him - the words are escaping him with every gummy squeeze of your walls like you wanted to swallow down more and more of his solid inches. And hand on your hips swirls your hips around ever-so-slightly to feel his sobbing tip paint tiny circles of gluey precum inside you. Gojo snaps his eyes open - wild. “-is it even l-legal to have ya cunt feel this good, sweetheart? This- oh! Heavenly?”
And he was sounding genuinely concerned. Genuinely worried for his sanity once Gojo manages to feed your needy cunt all of his length.
Now in.
Fully.
And it feels too good - too blissful to have almost every single prayer in his life finally answered that Gojo can’t help but scrunch his eyes shut and cum.
Loudly. Pathetically.
One hand dancing downwards to give your plump clit a punishing little squeeze as if it was your fault. The other curling around your throat to have you meshing your mouth with his panting one, you can feel it in the vibrations how his voice cracks at the very same second your gooey cunt is filled with such copious dumps of his seed.
There’s so much.
As if he’s cumming and cumming harder than he has in his entire life, every splatter of stifling hot cum managing to paint the bullseye of your g-spot in pure white. Ounces of his seed creaming around his hefty base, it smears and slide around your thighs as Gojo continues to fuck you into the mattress. Pound after pound that make him see overstimulated stars.
And it makes Gojo giggle - giggle - head lolling deliriously into the crook of your neck, now covered in a slather of his drool. Every slow ram into your splurging cunt has him grunting out the tiniest ah! ah! ah!
“Shit- fuckin’ embarrassing-” You hear him groan into your neck, licking a languid column from his tongue before biting. Hard. Hard enough that you’re wondering whether he’d draw blood, “Can ya believe- s-saved my virginity for the ngh- girl of my dreams n’ m’cumming already~?”
He leaves a few final pecks against your lips, “Th-this pussy’s got me too haaaah- addicted, pretty–” As he’s moving to part sloppy ways, you’re gasping at the splatter! of something warm. Wet. And only then do you register the literal tears crinkling at his eyes from overstimulation. Crying.
“A-are you okay– Satoru?” You’re whining, limp fingers skimming away the strands of white that cling to his prespired forehead.
“No.” Comes the answer, comes the heaving gasp when Gojo’s fatigued limbs force themselves through his trembling muscles to heave back upright. “One m-more. That was a practice run.” Throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, you feel his flexing deltoids underneath you when Gojo brings one ankle up to his mouth and kisses. Muttering - more to himself than anything. “B-but m’gonna make y’feel good- oh- fuck- m’gonna make you t-take this big cock.”
His words have you just as stupidly fucked as his fat shaft does.
Those lightning bolts of his veins thump down the upperside of your goopy channel, massaging your sweet spots over and over and-
“Th-think it was here-” Gojo’s palms feel everywhere and anywhere down your tummy for the vicious back and forth of him inside you. To feel that bulging opening, the way your snug channel clenches every time his bouncy tip recoils back from your cervix. Wanting more more more- “-or w-was it- here.”
“Fuck!” The entire expanse of your spine arches off of those thoroughly and filthily dampened sheets now, meshing up sluttily into Gojo’s body until his prespiry-glossed abs cushion your front, plush pecs so comfortably collapsing on top of you. “There- there there hngh- more-”
“More-” Gojo chuckles, hitting that precious spot over and over. His chubby head mashes in slurping soppy collisions until he was out of breath. Dizzy. “More she says- Greedy girl, wh-when you have me already ngh- dripping out of you. Shit- squeezin’ me so. Oh-”
And his vigorous fingers scoop up such lecherous volumes of his own milky cum, toying with the gushing waves of white your poor pussy leaks with every pound.
He’s bullying them between your lips - cerulean eyes dilating, mouth sagging unsealed when you eagerly suck on his digits. Tasting his candied self, tasting you. Somehow managing to muffle out, “M-m’not greedy.”
Gojo can only grin, “S-say that to me when this oh- cunt of yours isn’t sucking the fuckin’ soul outta me.”
And Gojo would love to tease you more for this - to mouth away for hours on end into your ear about how drenched you were getting and muse out loud whether you’d dreamt of this just as much as he has, too.
But instead, he’s pecking a flurry of lovely kisses all down your face. Gasping into your lips, “M-move that pretty hand f’me-” So rudely swatting those fingers of yours that’d snuck their way down to toy with your neglected clit, Gojo’s taking over himself to rub steady, methodical circles. Thumb peeking pressure on the hood of your clit just the way he’d read online. “-I’ve always w-wanted to ah- do this. To fuck you raw. T-to ruin you and ngh- fill you up-” As his words spill, so do a few ropey wads of pre. More. Frequent. “-a-and eat you out all over again. See how you taste like mine…”
“Y-you’re gonna-” You can’t even bring yourself to say it. “Again?”
“Of course, sweetheart- why? Scared I- oh.”
That’s when he does it - the mistake of peering his barely-open eyes down.
His weightily smacking balls that smooch against your ass with each thrust clench oh-so-painfully at the vision of your puffed-up pussy lips gaping around him. Drooling. Swallowing. Accommodating his ruthless cock for all you can, practically broken in half and still yearning for more.
Shit, the sight’s so hypnotic that Gojo doesn’t even realize when he’s letting his thoroughly overwhelmed body lock into yours like a puzzle piece. So hefty and sculpted.
His abs practically melting into your body, and his sloppy hips pistoning into you even deeper. Harsher. Every raring grind of Gojo’s lengthy shaft probes into your g-spot so hard. Like he wanted to leave widely battered bruises of his circumference on your sweetened spots, your cervix, anywhere and everywhere he could reach. Like he couldn’t stop.
Doesn’t even know the very word right about now in this filthy, filthy mating press. “C’mon- c’mon one more for ah- luck?” Whimpering, “My sweetheart, I-I’m gonna-”
Gojo sees white when he cums once more this night - and you do, too.
You’re not sure if it’s because of the violent streaks of electricity that run down your entire body, or because of the treacly spurts of cum that overspill from your poor cunt. But fuck- did it feel so good.
Your entire body tingles all the way down from your toes up to your bleary head - and the entire room feels like it’s fucking spinning at this point.
Black tinging your vision with ever overfilling thwack! of Gojo’s tight, cum-filled balls as they empty out, out, out into your depths. It’s coating your insides like a sticky second skin, leaving stringy drizzles of seed seeping from between your slit. Adding to the ever-growing puddle before.
You’re feeling it swashing around you with every drivel of his hips. Overstuffing your elastic walls until you felt like they were about to burst.
And all you can do is simply grapple your nails into the bulging muscles on Gojo’s back, whimpering out a broken, “T-Toru–”
“M’here I-I’m here–” Yet his voice sounds airy, hitching like he was on cloud nine. A beefy arm wraps around your body and manhandles you close to him like some sort of ragdoll, “M’here- shit-” His lips graze against yours in what you assume must be a kiss, too oversensitive to even perk his head up and peck you senseless like you knew he wanted to. “Never lettin’ ya go- haaah- never- ah-”
Whatever promises Gojo always imagined whispering into your ear can be said and done later.
Right now, the only thing he can streamline his body into doing for him is to search blindly for his discarded pants by the side of the bed. Searching for that bulge in the back pocket- no, not the panties he’d swiped right in front of you - instead, he’s feeling for the shape of his wallet.
Pulling your tired body back into his, Gojo’s carding it lazily open to show you that.
Exactly what they were talking about.
Splayed out proudly in the front and center of his wallet was a picture of the two of you. Years and years ago exactly on this date, the aged photograph showed a smiling Gojo Satoru in front of a candlelit birthday cake, tiny cheeks all pinkened. A small, surly you standing by his side - eyeing his Digimon hat more than you were eyeing the camera.
But that didn’t matter, because Gojo wasn’t looking at the camera, either.
He was looking at you - exactly the way he was right now.
Glowy eyes half-lidded, a mysterious little smile playing on his lips. Gojo nuzzles his face against yours and breathes out a tiny, “I…I might have loved you ever since then, y’know that?”
You’re gasping, eyes shining with…something. And Gojo’s heart stutters as he wants to find out. Wringing your hands to wrap around his broad chest, you’re coiling your legs together until you’re unsure where one ends and the other starts.
Whispering three lovely words into his ear - and three more into the honeyed air.
“Happy birthday, Satoru.”
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Gojo’s one wish was to wake up next to you - like this. Under soft blankets, with your sleepy breath puffing softly into his collarbone, your body tucked safely into his.
And he never wants to let go - could never even dream of anything that could ruin this precious moment-
“Mind explaining who ordered wedding decor last night on MY account?”
Ah, that would do it.
Bleary blue eyes wrench open, taking Gojo every shred of will in his body to not jolt at the unwelcome greeting of Shoko peering down at him…while he was all wrapped up with his best friend’s sister in a bedroom that could almost be mistaken for a crime scene.
Would it really be too late of a birthday wish to hope that she hadn’t noticed your tattered clothes on the floor, the ruined state of the sheets, and the way that the bedframe sagged suspiciously on one side?
Gulping, he’s pressing your body even tighter into his, careful not to let you stir - well, at least it couldn’t get worse than this-
Footsteps.
Close.
And an unmistakable few voices - and laughter. “Is that my sist- SATORU, YOU BASTARD-”
“Eugh.”
“WHAT did you blackmail her with?”
“Woahhh- congratulations on your relationship!”
A/N. Lowkey has the spirit of a crackfic, I fear. This was SAUR fun.
Mentions of afab reader! Breeding kink. Chubby body. Suggestive themes.
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Tamsy has been having an itch lately. One that he wants to scratch so bad until it bled all over him. His sight trailed up and down your figure, silently drooling over every curve you've been blessed with. Unlike the others, your body held fat and your hips were wide. You were soft all around, and somehow didn't lose weight even if you were sent to missions that forced you to starve for days. It was intriguing. Your body was in the most perfect condition to survive the harshness that roamed around the underground. Your genes were useful. Your genes were.. beautiful.
Tamsy still remembered the day he met you. You spoke in a language that he's never heard of. He had no knowledge of your background, and even if you did mention it, he couldn't understand you. Yet, both of you spoke as if the language barrier didn't exist. Once you began to speak English fluently, you never confessed where you came from. But he guessed your parents were the ones that passed down such a pretty body type to their offspring. Meaning..
You were the perfect woman to carry his seed.
Oh, how obsessive he got with the idea of getting you pregnant. To grip your love handles while shooting his hot load deep inside your core. Desperately trying to get hard to last for multiple rounds, and make sure you told him the wonderful news in the span of two weeks. He wouldn't allow for none of his orgasms to drip out of you. He wished for that fantasy to become a reality.
However, Tamsy was a gentleman. He would never disrespect you in such a vulnerable act without telling you first. This urge to breed you was something that you could never know. So for now, he stayed quiet and kept pulling out any time y'all shared steamy moments.
I’ve been working as a dispatcher for a few months, often helping Robert with his team when he couldn’t. The interactions were as expected, flambae being rude, prism, Malevola, and invisigal being snarky, sonar
being..sonar and golem doing whatever. The person that stood out most is waterboy, I find the way he stutters cute. When he walks into the office to talk to Robert and notices me staring at him and looks away quickly, I can’t help but want to get closer to him.
It was a regular day, Robert sitting a few feet away from me making snarky remarks at whoever. I hear the lunch bell go off and stand up and take my break. I go to the break room to grab some coffee, coming out to see Robert talking to none other than Waterboy, probably giving him another pep talk. I lean against a wall, taking a sip from my mug while I watch over waterboy, noticing his hair curl in some places. I walk over, placing a hand on Robert’s chair and looking at the waterboy. “ Hey, good job today, cutie. thanks for keeping us safe.” I smile at him, my hand going to rest on my hip.
He gives me an awkward smile, gis cheeks going red while fiddling with his hands. “ thank- thanks, i uh, really did my best..” he looks away from me, staring at the wall. I hum, leaning my weight on one leg with my hand on my hip. “ I see that, you deserve a reward for doing so good.. would you like to go out for dinner later?” I notice his cheeks going red. He stays quiet for a bit. “ It doesn't have to be anywhere fancy, just a burger, on me of course.” I lean back on my heel, raising my brow at him.
I stand there waiting for a response, he finally looks at me before looking back at Robert, who gives him a nod. He looks back at me. “ Sure, I'd love to, if you’d have me..” I beam up at him. “ Great! I'll meet you here after work, yeah?” He gives me a nod before smiling awkwardly and walking away. I turn to Robert. Who’s raising his brow at me “ That was.. painful.” He says, standing up from his chair. “ Don't even, I was the one in the conversation.” He laughs, patting my shoulder before walking away.
The work day finishes, nothing much happening. I sit back in my chair, letting out a small noise while I stretch. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I can feel it getting wet. I perk up, turning my chair to look at who’s behind me. “ Waterboy! Hey, are you ready?” He looks over my face, giving me a bright nervous smile. “ yeah- yeah! Let’s go- uh, eat!” I smile at his effort, standing up and pushing my chair in. I grab my jacket, looking at him.” What kind of food did you want to get? Pick whatever you want.” He thinks, looking off to the side. “ uhhh, maybe a burger? I’m fine with anything.” I nod, smiling at him. We walk out of the building, everyone else is slowly leaving.
When we get to the main doors we notice it's raining pretty hard. “ aw man, I totally forgot it would rain today..” I sigh, looking at him. “ Sorry, I think we should, uhh. Rain check on our burgers?” He looks at me, nodding. “ It's alright, not much we can do about the rain..” I nod back. “ Hmm, do you want to go back up? I can show you how to work the computers?” He smiles, nodding. “ I'd like that.” We walk back to the office, everyone has already left so it's just us. I pull my chair out for him, motioning for him to sit down. “ oh, uhh, I'm not so sure that’s a good idea. I kind of make everything uh.. wet.” He looks back at me nervously. I smile in response. “ Sit down, I don't really mind. Water dries anyways.” He stares at the chair before sitting down.
I push the chair in, turning the computer on and I load up the dispatch window. I start explaining the different parts, leaning forward from behind the chair. I let him put the headphones on, letting him pretend to send out hero’s. After an hour he sets the headphones down, looking like he’s relaxed quite a bit. I smile at him as he talks about something, taking note of his hair being messed up from taking the headset off. I reach over, fixing gis hair into place. He stares at me, no longer talking.
It’s quiet, My hands still on his head. It’s just us staring into each other's eyes. I swallow thickly, leaning closer to him. I feel him lean closer as well, his eyes closing and his lips press against mine. His lips were wet, chapped yet wet. My hands slide down to his neck, gently rubbing there as we kiss. I lean closer, my chair rolling closer to his. After a few minutes of small kisses I pull away, looking at him.
He pants, looking at me, his cheeks red. I smile, “ You good?” He blushes more, nodding. He looks away, covering his mouth. “ Yeah- I'm good, sorry.” I laugh. “ No need to be sorry, I don't mind, and I think you don't mind either.” He nods in response. “ Do you want to do it again?” “ Please?” I laugh again before leaning in and kissing him again. He kisses back, pulling me close. I stand up from my chair, moving it to roll out of the way. I sit myself on his lap, his arms moving to my waist, holding me down against him. We spend a few minutes kissing, our hands moving against each others. He pulls back, his lips glossy with spit. I smile, giving him a quick peck.
“ You know. Everyone in the office is gone. It’s just us two..” I say, leaning back. He thinks, his eyes going around the room. “ You're right..” He looks back at me, his hands gripping my hips. Thats all the confirmation I need before I start to take my shirt off. His eyes go to my chest. I grab his hands, moving them behind me, he goes for the clasp, taking my bra off quickly. His lips met my chest, kissing around my chest and collar bone. When he kisses my nipples i gasp, biting my lip. He looks up at me, cupping my breasts and licking my nipples together. I blush, looking away from him. He pulls back, kissing me again.
” Want help out of the suit?” I ask, he nods. I nod back, getting off his lap. He takes all the safety pads off, his goggles as well. I help him with the suit, pulling the zipper down and helping it off. He stands bare besides his underwear. I kneel down, looking up at him. I palm him, feeling his size. He's heavy, I look up at him again, slowly pulling down his underwear. I hear his breath hitch when I pull his boxers down.
He fiddles with his fingers, staring down at me. I look up, smiling before kissing along his length. “ It’s warm.. and heavy.” I kiss his tip before licking it. He lets out a shaky breath. I lick the underside of his tip, slowly lowering my mouth to take more in. My throat opens up as I take more in, his tip hitting the back of my throat. I gag, he puts his hand in my hair and pulls my head back. “Are- are you okay?” He asks, concern written on his face.
I nod, moving my tongue around him. He groans, nodding back before letting my hair go. I start to move my head up and down, making sure to go nice and slow. As I do this, I feel precum drip down his tip. I shudder, closing my eyes and placing my hands on his hips. I start to go faster, hearing him moan makes me clench my thighs together. He hunches over me, his hands finding my hair again as his hips jerk into my face. I moan, drool seeping past my lips and down my neck.
He moans, his hips moving faster, Fucking into my mouth. I keep my head still, letting gim grind and fuck into my mouth. He moans, legs trembling before I pull myself off. I look at him, swallowing the saliva and pre cum in my mouth. He shudders, cupping my face. I nuzzle into his palm. “ Lay down, hurry.” He listens to me, getting on the floor. I climb on top of him, kissing him softly. He kisses back, hands going to my hips. I moan, feeling his hands grip me. He groped my skin, spreading my legs and rubbing over my slit with his middle finger.
He continues rubbing before pushing it inside, causing me to moan. He adds his ring finger, pushing them both into me. I press myself against his chest, arching my back. “ Fuck,” I moan, kissing his skin. I look up at him, he looks back, leaning down to kiss me. He fucks his fingers into me, our lips clashing together. After a while he pulls his fingers out, I let out a whine in protest before he lays back, holding himself up by his elbows.
I grind myself on his dick, watching him bite his lip. “ Ready?" He nods, watching as I hold his dick up before sitting on it, his dick spreading me open. I gasp, biting my lip. I watch him as he stares down at where we’re connecting, biting his lip. I let out a short laugh before leaning towards him, kissing his jaw. “ Feeling good? You’re too cute.” He blushes, looking up at me with those sad, pathetic eyes. His brows furrowed and turned up as he focused on my face.
I sit myself down on him fully. His dick twitched inside me. I moan, lifting my hips and going back down. “ I feel good, you're stretching me out sooo good..” he leans forward, whimpering. I hold him close, pressing his face into my chest. He buries his face between my chest, hands on my hip. I continue to ride him, going nice and slow before picking up my pace. He moans, leaning into me more.
He moans, pulling me closer to him, he opens his mouth, licking between my chest before kissing and sucking on my skin. I moan, looking down at him. He continues this, his hands going up to my hair to tug my head back. He bites down on my neck, licking the bite afterwards, causing me to groan and hold onto him. He looks into my eyes, they're full of lust. I laugh, kissing him. I start to move my hips faster, his hands gripping me. “ fuck, I’m close.. you gonna cum too? Want to cum inside?”
He blushes furiously, staring up at me. “ Inside? I uhm- inside?” I nod in response, he looks down, thinking. I cut his thinking off by moving my hips faster, the squelching getting louder. My moans get louder as I feel him twitch inside me. “ fuck, cmon. Cum inside me Hermie~ fill me up~” I circle my hips against him, biting my lip.
At the mention of his name I feel his ditch twitch extra hard, he grips my hips, flipping us over so I’m on my back. He turns me to my side, the bend of my leg goes on his shoulder. I moan, feeling him hit ny g spot. He pants, letting out a mix of whimpers and moans as he fucks me. He trembles, going faster. I mewl, reaching between my legs to rub my clit. He looks down at me, watching as I rub before nuzzling into my leg. I cum, my legs tensing and my insides grip him. He gasps, letting out a choked moan before coming inside, he pushes himself as deep as he can, letting out shaky moans. He continues to grind against me, my body tensing as I feel him continuously pump inside me. I drool, looking up at him.
He looks back, rubbing his cheek against my leg a few more times before putting my leg to the side and leaning down to kiss me. I kiss back, my arms going around his neck. He pants between kisses, the water from his body dripping down against my burning skin. He pulls back, laying his head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. I rub his head, nails gently scratching at his scalp.
After a while I called his name “ Hermie.” “ mm?” He hums back. “ We should probably clean up.I think security might come by soon..” he gasps, lifting his head from my chest. “ oh yoire right- I completely forgot-“ he looks down, slowly pulling out of me. I gasp, squeezing around nothing, causing cum to pour out of me. He gulps, looking back at me. Im staring at him, a smirk on my face. “ don’t get hard again, you'll have to wait if you want to go again~” he blushes. “ sorry- I’ll clean you up now-“ he starts to clean me up, getting me and himself dressed.
We made our way to my apartment, we ordered pizza and spent the rest of the night pressed against each other while watching movies.
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The sun hits your face through the curtain, sitting up with a groan and looking to the side. The usual large shape of your husband and his warmth is gone. After waking up more you get out of bed, putting your slippers on and leave the room. The smell of breakfast hits your nose, with heavy steps you make your way into the kitchen. There he is, standing by the stove, shirtless with his dual colored hair up in a ponytail. Wrapping your arms around him with a small kiss to his back you can feel him tense before he turns his head. Looking up, you watch as he grins down at you, kissing my cheek softly before talking to you about something. You don't pay much attention to what he says, focused on the way he smells, how he moves his mouth and the way his hair falls in front of his face. Seeing the lack of focus he bumps his hip with yours. He laughs as you look up at him confused. Bringing you back to the conversation letting out a soft laugh. He tells you about his latest mission, filling you in on every small and big detail. Sitting at the table he talks more. Laying your head on your hand as you watch as he rambles, completely smitten by him. Grabbing your hand to gently stroke it with his thumb, you bring your eyes to his face. “ I have to head out for another mission tonight, I'm sorry but it's with a few new slayers and i was requested to aid them..” he looks at you apologetically, his brows furrowed with a pout on his lips. You laugh, closing your eyes before looking at him and rubbing his cheek with your thumb. That’s so like him. He could never say no to helping people.“ I guess there’s no helping it.. it's okay Kyojiro.” He leans into your hand, kissing your palm. “ Thank you, sweetheart, I'll make it up to you I swear!!” His chest rising and falling with laughter. He, in fact, did not make it up to you. Kyojiro did not make it home after that mission, having died to a demon on that train. Usually sunny and bright days are now replaced by a dark emptiness. Looking outside and seeing the bright red sun, knowing your sun had disappeared. Years pass and you still find yourself in that house, stuck there, surrounded by things that remind you of him. You simply can’t bring yourself to leave, having spent so many bright mornings and calm evenings here. It has been days since you’ve stopped taking care of yourself. You lay in the cold bed, curled up in one of his kimonos, his smell had long gone, everything about him had disappeared. The smell of him, the plants he kept and watered were wilted, drained of all life. In a way, you could relate, without him all you could do was wither away, remembering the times his smile had brought you happiness.
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