GUYS I got my library card and I checked out a book called Good Girl Complex by Elle Kennedy and omg ts is so good it made me cry and I love this story!!!
Synopsis: After moving into your first-ever solo apartment after breaking up with your cheating, lying ex, you get the surprise of your life when Dabi Todoroki, your hot firefighting neighbor and secret crush (one of whom also happens to be extremely anti-social) shows up at your housewarming party when he has made it clear that he isn't a "people person"...but maybe he's willing to make an exception for you after a smoke session on the rooftop and some intimate conversation.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Quirk/Modern AU; Grumpy x Sunshine Trope; Neighbors to Lovers; Disfigured/Burned!Dabi; Burn Insecurities; Marijuana/Alcohol Use; Highkey Flirting; Shotgunning; Foreplay; Exhibitionism/Public Sëx; Rooftop Sëx; Fingering; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Deepthroating; LOUD Sëx; Dom!Dabi x sub!Reader; Doggystyle; Backshots on the Balcony; Scar Appreciation; Creampie; Scent Marking; Spanking; Mild Degradation; Aftercare
Word Count: 12.1k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I wrote this little hot ass fic about 2-3 years ago & decided to revise it for the new lovely readers ramped up in my following list. I hope y'all like this one! I'm gonna write more about Dabi's fine ass in the year <3 -love, Jazz
Credits: Dividers by @cafekitsune & @thecutestgrotto!
You’ve never been so nervous before until you’re sitting on your couch with a lukewarm tequila sunrise, waiting for your guest of honor to arrive.
You know you shouldn’t be. You know you should be socializing with the other guests currently occupying your brand-new apartment in celebration of your new accomplishment in life.
You should be laughing, joking, and flirting with the fine-ass men that Rumi insisted on bringing with her to help with catering and cleaning before the party started.
But you just can’t. The motivation to do so isn’t there, and the reason why is embarrassing. Rumi, who sits next to you on the couch, looks you up and down. Her stark white hair is piled up into a messy bun on her head and the red bodycon dress she chose for tonight hugs her toned body just right. If anyone is going to get laid tonight, it’s her. “You might wanna smile, babe. You’re scaring off your guests.”
She gives you a cheeky grin as she sips her whiskey-mixed drink. You’re so glad you managed to find a bartender to make drinks for tonight thanks to Keigo knowing him from his job. You’re even happier that your job’s salary allows you to pay him by the end of tonight.
“Shut up,” you mumble, but even her brash humor doesn’t make you smile an inch. Rumi rolls her eyes and turns to Nemuri, one of your other hot, longtime friends. “Muri, please get this girl another drink so she can smile.”
Nemuri stands from her seat in her sundress, looking like a sexy girl next door. “I’ll get you some water, honey.” She gives you a wink before making a dash for the kitchen, dodging between people and the wafts of weed smoke in the air. “I’m fine,” you grumble, glaring at Rumi. “And I have gotten out my seat. I’m the host, aren’t I?”
“Exactly!” Rumi replies. “Which means you should be walkin’ around and hosting. Not sittin’ here, mopin’ about some dickhead and worryin’ if he’ll show up. Plus, you know how men are: they show up when they want to.”
“Not true,” you scoff. “That’s a fact that is relevant to my ex, but not to every guy in existence.” Even referring to your ex without using his name is enough to make you want to down the rest of your drink. Not only did you decide to throw this house-warming party to celebrate your first big-girl apartment, but you also wanted to celebrate being free of the leech you called your boyfriend of three years.
“And I’m not moping, okay?” you sharply tell Rumi. “I just wanna make sure there are enough champagne flutes and food. If I get new guests, that means I need more, right?”
Rumi eyes you down, knowing damn well you’re lying through your teeth. “Whatever you say,” she sing-songs. Nemuri returns with the iced water, handing it to you. “Here you are, honey,” she coos. “What are we talking about?” Rumi is happy to fill her girlfriend in. “The fact that she’s ready to toss a wedding ring at this man who’s afraid of leavin’ his apartment for groceries. If she says that’s not why she’s got that sour face, she’s lyin’.”
“Hey!” you gasp, kicking at her ankle. “It’s not a lie! It’s the truth! This is the first party I’m hosting and it’s a lot to worry about, especially since it’s my first place.”
At the beginning of the year, you found your dream apartment complex. It comes with a pool, a tennis court, a gym, and a laundry mat along with central air, free wifi, and vending machines. The neighborhood surrounding it is quiet at night, full of kids during the day, and nearby a hub of parks, restaurants, and public transportation. It was the perfect place to begin the new chapter of your life. So, after putting down a payment, signing papers, and getting help moving in, you were finally living on your own three months later. Only a party could really welcome you into your four walls.
But so far, you aren’t enjoying it as much as you should be. And that’s all because someone you desperately want to see here tonight is missing.
“And second, Dabi isn’t afraid of leavin’ his apartment,” you criticize Rumi. “He’s just not a people person.” At least, that’s what Keigo told you when you met Dabi for the first time. “According to him,” he scoffed. “It’s just an excuse to not socialize, really. But he’s always been like that since we were kids.”
You caught that vibe from Dabi as soon as you met him several years ago before you met your ex. You met him through Keigo when he dragged him out to a club one spring night with you and Rumi. You heard about Dabi many times before: that he’s a firefighter; that he has dark humor; that he is kinda weird and awkward but still a pretty nice guy (according to Keigo).
As soon as you got a look at that soft, white hair and buff arms roped in tattoos, you were entranced by him. Though he seemed somewhat out of place, like he didn’t want to be there, he carried an intoxicating aura with him, like he was your favorite cocktail drink. His tee fit tight on his muscular body from years of firefighting and his wrists were dripping in bracelets and chains.
You were so taken aback at how hot he was that you barely noticed the burn scars. On his face, neck, and snaking up his arm from what you could see–healed, puffy skin from second-degree burns coated the left side of his face, cascading down his neck to his upper torso and disappearing down his shirt. Though his arm was roped in tattoos, you could see scars beneath the dark ink. They weren’t as bad as Keigo said they’d be, but they weren’t exactly unnoticeable either.
But when he spoke, all of that went out the window. Keigo sat him down across from you and Rumi, grinning. “D, you know Rumi already. This is my friend Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you,” you politely said, sticking your hand out for a shake. His crystal blue eyes, so intense yet mysteriously guarded, flitted up to meet yours. He took your hand, causing your heart to jump at how warm and calloused his palm was. “You too,” he murmured.
God, if you could have sex with a voice, it’d be his! Though it was raspy like he chain-smoked, it also traveled from your heart right down to your clit which jumped in your panties beneath your skirt. You had to cross your legs as Rumi and Keigo began to chat. Dabi would chime in here and there, but mostly just sipped his drink and looked around the club like a bored, lost puppy.
Dabi was fine as hell and unintentionally funny, but that wasn’t what hooked you. It was two weeks before you moved into your new apartment when he randomly hit you up while you were organizing boxes for move-in day. You were sweaty and out of breath so when you answered the phone, you sounded less than happy. “Yes?” you snapped.
“Uh…this a bad time?” Dabi asked, his gravelly yet smooth-like-chocolate voice in your ear. Your eyes widened and your heart jumped into your throat. “No!” you immediately replied. “Sorry, I didn’t know it was you. The ID came up as a possible scam.”
“That’s my fault,” he said, actually sounding apologetic. “I never gave you my number. Listen, I didn’t wanna take up your time. I just wanted to ask if you needed help movin’ in.”
“Huh?” you dumbly asked, your brain short-circuiting. “To where?”
“....Your new apartment?” he said, just as confused as you. “You’re movin’ in this week, right?”
A record scratched in your brain and you physically facepalmed yourself, mentally calling yourself a dumb bitch. “Oh, yeah!” you backpedaled. “Sorry, I’ve been moving boxes since this morning.”
“Well, lemme come up and I’ll help you,” he replied. You blinked at his offer, shocked at how easily he volunteered. “No, it’s fine! It’s just little stuff anyway! You don’t have to–”
“I’ll be up in ten,” he interjected. “I’ve got nothin’ better to do. Stay there.” Then he hung up, leaving you open-mouthed and horrified at your appearance. Luckily, when he came over, you had dried off your sweat and fixed your hair so you didn’t look a total hot mess.
Though you worked in silence most of the day, Dabi made sure to ask you what to put where and heaved heavier boxes for you, his muscles flexing as he did. When his job was done, he even offered to help you move your furniture around once you got it. Weeks later, he did so, helping Keigo lug your couch up the stairs and put together a table.
He did it all during his free time without asking for a dollar. You knew he didn’t like going out much, so to see him do it for you did something to you. Since then, you’ve always had a thing for Dabi. You call it a “thing” because you’re not sure what it is. Even when you were dating your ex, Dabi would always be at the back of your mind and in your wettest dreams.
Since he lives in the same apartment complex as you, you say hi to him whenever you can (just to be a good, friendly neighbor). But the thing is you barely see him. He lives on a whole other floor and has an entirely different schedule than you. That’s why you were hoping he’d come tonight: so you can get to know him more.
“How he and Keigo are friends, I’ll never understand,” Nemuri scoffs. They’re complete opposites!” Rumi smirks up at her as she squeezes a hand on her girlfriend’s ass. “I guess opposites attract,” she teasingly says, pulling a giggling Nemuri close to her. You pretend to retch. “Ugh, can you two please stop?” you whine. “I don’t need to be reminded that I don’t have a fairytale romance or that I haven’t had sex in two months.”
“Two months?!” Rumi and Nemuri exclaim in unison. You flush, averting your eyes as you sip your drink. “That’s what I’m sayin’!” Rumi exasperates. “You’re stressin’ over a guy as weird as Dabi when you should be flirtin’ and gettin’ laid! With a body like yours, you’ll find someone to keep you company tonight in no time. Someone better than the dickhead you left.”
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you begin to see your ex’s stupid face behind your eyelids. “Don’t remind me of him, Rumi.”
It’s been three months since you moved out of your apartment with your ex and officially broke it off with him after catching him with another girl. You felt in your heart that this was the man you were destined to be with, so you threw caution to the wind and went half on an apartment with him in a nice part of Musutafu after a year of dating.
The first five months were good, but then you started noticing how lazy he was. He barely cleaned, couldn’t cook, and argued about running errands when you asked him, even if it was just a grocery run. “You know I’m not good with groceries, babe,” he’d whine. “I always get the wrong shit and you yell at me about it!”
What irked you most about him is that he never tried. Not with anything…even the sex. It got too boring and old. It used to be amazing between you two, but after moving in together, it started seriously lacking. Though you cut him some slack because of his busy work schedule, the same old position (that being doggy style) can get tiresome.
Though you tried to spice things up with new lingerie, toys, or new kinks, he never seemed to want to participate or be interested in them. Those nights of nothing that lead into mornings where he left for work and left you alone were devastating. You started suspecting something was up the third year of your relationship, but you never ever suspected cheating.
However, fate forced those rose-colored glasses off your eyes when you stepped into your apartment one afternoon and found your boyfriend getting head from another woman. You were devastated, to say the least. Your first instinct was to leave and you found yourself crying to Rumi, Nemuri, and Keigo that night over wine. “I’m gonna fuck him up,” Keigo had growled, and you had to stop him from getting in his car to do so. “You’re telling me he cheated on you?” he asked incredulously. “He’s as dumb as he is a bitch.”
“You can stay here as long as you want, babe,” Neumri cooed, stroking your hair away from your tear-soaked face. “Rumi and I would be happy to have you…as long as you’re okay with thin walls.” And you were (or at least you told yourself you were every time you’d hear Nemuri scream Rumi’s name to the heavens). After Keigo and Rumi helped you get your shit and tell off your boyfriend, you moved out and bunked with Rumi and Nemuri while you saved up for a new home.
Your ex called and texted you constantly, begging you to come back and that he was sorry, but after you ignored each one, he stopped. It took a while to get over him. Even now, you still feel a lump in your throat over what happened–the lies; the betrayal; the utter disrespect to you and your home. But after a while, you managed to push through and finally began healing.
Rumi stares at you now, pissed that you’re being so stubborn but also looking empathetic towards you. “Fine, do what you want,” she sighs, “but I still say to get out of your funk and stop worryin’ about Dabi showin’ up. If he does, he does. If he doesn’t, it’s his loss and he needs to get his shit together.”
You try to ignore her words by gulping down the rest of your drink. When it’s gone, your body craves more to replace your feelings of pure shittiness. “I’m gonna go get another tequila sunrise,” you mutter to Rumi and Nemuri.
You make a beeline for the kitchen, not wanting to see your friends’ faces. You plaster on a smile for the guests, wanting to assure them that everything is fine and you don’t feel like you just wallowed in a load of shit in your pretty yellow dress. You finally make it to your kitchen, away from the music blasting and the constant chatter. The snack table and counters are littered with plastic cups, jello shots, alcohol bottles of alcohol, and food that you catered from your favorite restaurant.
You immediately go to the fridge where a pitcher of pre-made tequila sunrise mix sits next to some sangria. Nemuri appears behind you, obviously having followed you from the couch. She silently watches you pour your drink before she decides to say something. “Don’t worry about Rumi, hon,” she comfortingly says. “You know how she is: she’s blunt, but she’s only that way because she loves you.”
You lower the pitcher once your glass is full and place it back in the fridge. You don’t close the fridge though. The cool air feels good on your clammy skin. “I know,” you sigh, “but I don’t need to be reminded about how my recent relationship crashed and burned. Not to mention being lectured about Dabi. I’m not a kid.”
“So you are worried he won’t come?” Nemuri asks curiously.
“No!” you immediately protest, then pivot, fumbling with the straw in your drink. “I-I mean, not really. He just said he’d show up, so…I guess I was just hopin’ he’d stop by and congratulate me for the apartment since he helped me move in.”
You had invited him, after all. This was last week on a very warm Saturday morning when the summer heat was thick. It was laundry day and you were forced to lug a pillow sack of dirty clothes in an elevator, sweating in your biker shorts, bonnet, and Spongebob tee. You were prepared for no one to see you that morning, but fate had other plans when the elevator stopped on one of the lower apartment floors. You were headed for the basement where the laundry mat is.
The doors opened, revealing the last person you wanted to see that morning. “O-Oh!” you stuttered, taken by surprise by his sudden appearance. And the fact that he looked so goddamn hot. Dabi stood at the elevator doors in his usual black attire, except he had on sweats instead of joggers. You had to force yourself not to stare at his crotch.
“Hey, Dabi,” you greeted him, giving him a smile. Dabi only gave you a nod as he stepped into the elevator. You didn’t take it negatively. That was just Dabi–he never said much. He pressed the button to the lobby before the doors closed, leaving you closed together in the elevator box. You could feel the four walls closing in with him standing so near, especially when his scent invading your senses. It was spicy yet sweet like cinnamon with a hint of cologne. It was turning you on badly.
Dabi suddenly tilted his chin at the pillow sack. “What’s with the sack?” he muttered. “You got kids to deliver to or somethin’?”
You quirked a smirk at his joke. “Funny,” you chuckled. He smirked back, shrugging passively. “I try.” Just like that, the tension faded. “Just laundry,” you sighed. “About two weeks’ worth. I’ve been puttin’ it off since I’ve been still setting up my apartment.”
He nodded and you both fell into silence again that swelled around you. “Sooo where are you off to so early?” you asked, desperate to fill the horrible silence.
“Just the station,” he replied blandly. “Why they decided to have a meeting at the ass-crack of dawn is beyond me.” You nodded and giggled to yourself, only imagining the shit he had to put up with as a firefighter.
You gratefully smile at him. “Thanks a lot for helping me move. It made things so much easier.” He once again shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s whatever,” he mumbled. “And no, I don’t want your money. You need it more than I do.”
“Ugh, you ain’t lyin’,” you groaned tiredly, your mind jumping from place to place. “I thought doing all the cleaning would be a lot, but I’m still getting used to the bills plus rent and groceries and…” You buttoned your lip and flushed embarrassingly, realizing you’d been talking for too long. “Sorry, I’m rambling. Not a good way to start your morning. Just tell me to shut up.”
Dabi shrugged, not looking annoyed. “You have nothin’ to be sorry for. Your ex was a dick, end of story. Plus, hearin’ you complain about him isn’t the worst thing I’ve heard in the morning.” He looked at you, looking deadass. “Try gettin’ an earful of that blonde bitch singin’ in the shower when he’s not laid up with somebody.”
You laughed then, glad you didn’t have Keigo spending the weekend with you; he chose Dabi for that. “How are your ears not bleeding?” you giggled.
Dabi smiled at the sound of your laugh–a real, genuine smile that made him even more handsome. The moment quickly ended though when the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the lobby. “This is me,” he muttered, his smile disappearing.
He began to head out, not even giving you a goodbye or a “have a nice day” or a “you look fine as fuck in those shorts, lemme get your number”. Nothing! Your heart thundered in your chest, realizing this may be your one chance to interact with him for more than five seconds.
Quickly, you jammed the button to hold the doors open. “H-Hey!” you abruptly called out. Dabi stopped and looked over his shoulder at you. “I meant to tell you: I’m havin’ this apartment-warming party next Saturday night. It’s a house-warming, but it’s for my apartment and uh…”
‘You’re rambling! Just get to the point, bitch!’
“If you wanna come, you’re welcome to,” you continued. “Keigo is coming, so I figured I’d extend the invite.” Dabi had an unreadable expression on his face as he stared at you as if trying to make sense of you. “So…other people are gonna be there?” he carefully asks.
You blinked at him. What a weird fucking question. “Well, yeah, but just some of my coworkers and people Rumi and I know. It’s just a small thing, nothing too big. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but there’s gonna be food, music, a little bit of weed…” You trailed off, hoping the weed would get him since he’s a smoker.
Dabi shoved a hand into his pocket and leaned back on his haunches. “I don’t really go to parties too much,” he admitted. “I’m not really a people person.” That definitely meant he wasn’t coming. “Oh,” you exhaled, disappointment blooming inside of you. “I get you. I just figured I’d–”
“I mean, I’ll still stop by or whatever,” he interjected with a shrug. “Don’t I gotta bring a gift or somethin’?” You tried to stomp down the happiness flooding your chest, but you couldn’t help it. “If you want!” you chirped happily. “I like plants…wine…gift cards…Beyoncè tickets…just some ideas.”
Dabi smirked humorously at your little witty joke. “Not sure about that other part, but I’ll see what I can do.” Then, without another word, he turned to leave. “I’ll see you later then!” you called after him to which he gave you a slight wave. Finally, you let the doors close on you, and though his goodbye was anti-climatic, you couldn’t get rid of your smile.
Now here you are, two hours into the party and he still isn’t here yet. Keigo isn’t either but he at least said he was coming straight from work. “Don’t be upset if he doesn’t, Y/N,” Nemuri coos, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I haven’t heard of Dabi ever going against his word, he’s very…different.”
‘Tell me about it,’ you think.
“He’s not a bad guy,” Nemuri continues, “but he’s not as much of a social butterfly as Keigo is, especially because of his accident. He might be afraid he’ll make people feel uncomfortable.”
As soon as the words are out of her mouth, you freeze, your brain processing the meaning behind them. Dabi never talked about his accident, especially to you, but according to Keigo, he got those burn scars as a child after playing with matches one Christmas night and setting his house on fire. Supposedly, this was because he was angry that his father aka that redheaded bitch Enji Todoroki didn’t buy the family any Christmas gifts.
Little Dabi found the matches sitting up on the mantel above the fireplace and ultimately set a spark that engulfed their home. Dabi was never the same after that, especially after nearly dying from the flames. Luckily, they left the left side of his face and body with scars–reminders of what happened. “He blames himself a lot for that night,” Keigo recounted. telling you the story some time ago. “Especially since his family lost so much. To him, he feels responsible for the fact that his family could’ve died in that fire.”
Though Dabi has a great relationship with his family besides Enji, he’s always carried around the weight of that trauma. And those burns. He can never ever get rid of them. He’s forced to wear them and be scrutinized by the world because of his disfigurement.
As soon as Nemuri’s words process, you feel sick to your stomach. “I never thought of it that way,” you confess, feeling horribly guilty. “Fuck, now I feel like a bitch! Here I am upset over him not coming when he owes me nothing, and yet–”
“Hey.” Like a light in the darkness, Nemuri emerges in front of you and firmly holds your shoulders. “Stop. You’ll ruin your makeup.”
She hands you a napkin and you begin to blot your Fenty Beauty foundation, hoping your makeup didn’t slide. “Just take a breath, get yourself another drink, and have some fun!” she encourages. “You need a night to forget about your ex and meet somebody you can spend the night with. Here, I’ll even help you! I’m great at matchmaking.”
You smile at her volunteering to help you get laid. “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass on scouting for dick tonight. I don’t feel like hooking up.”
And you don’t. All you want to do is drink, dance, and celebrate your first big-girl apartment. “But I do feel like having fun!” you say aloud before taking a jello shot and throwing it back. The taste of vodka and artificial orange immediately hits your tongue, just as your favorite song blasts from the living room.
“Ooooh, this is my song!” you squeal, already moving your body to the beat. Nemuri moves with you, happy to see you happy. “That’s the spirit!” she cheers. You two dance in the kitchen for a while until the doorbell rings. “Looks like more people came to congratulate you,” Nemuri giggles, squeezing your hand. “Go get it quick before the song ends.”
You nod and take your drink with you as you hurry to your door. You already feel better after the quick dance session and some more alcohol. You feel like you could take on anything now. You swing open the door with enthusiasm, happy to have more guests. “Welcome to my…” you begin to shout, grinning at your guests standing at your door.
But that smile fades when you see Keigo and Dabi standing at your door, each with a bag in their hand. As soon as Dabi’s cobalt eyes meet yours, you’re a puddle. “Home,” you weakly finish.
“Wow, what a welcome,” Keigo chuckles. “Thanks for havin’ us, babe. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” He leans in to give you a one-armed hug before releasing you. “Hope you don’t mind I bought the enigma along for the ride.” He nods at Dabi who looks oh-so uncomfortable and delicious in his black tee and jeans. His icy blue eyes flick to yours before looking away to somewhere beyond your face. “N-Not at all,” you reply softly.
“And us too!” a familiar voice comes from behind Dabi. The voice belongs to his fine-ass brother, Natsuo Todoroki. You’re starting to think beauty runs in the Todoroki family. “Long time no see, Y/N!” Natsuo grins at you, running a hand through his snow-white hair.
Another familiar face appears from around the corner though it is hidden behind shaggy, black hair that reaches his shoulders: Tenko aka Shiggy, with his tattoos and gauges. “That’s ‘cause your deep in those nursing books,” he tells Natsuo before turning to you, dark circles under his eyes. “You got smokes in here, right? I’ve been tattooin’ people all day and I need a reliever.”
“Yes, and come in,” you giggle, opening the door wider for your four muscular, tall, fine-ass guests. They each walk in and you close the door behind them. As soon as they’re inside, Shiggy makes a beeline for the weed, leaving you, Dabi, Keigo, and Natsuo standing there.
“Woooow, kid,” Keigo whistles. “Cute place you got here. I really can’t call you “kid” no more, can I?” He actually sounds upset about it. “Yep,” you laugh. “I feel like a big girl!”
“You should!” Natsuo chuckles, a smile growing on his handsome face. “Especially without that emotional vampire suckin’ the life outta you. Oh, before I forget…” He nudges Keigo who presents you with a paper bag. “Housewarming gift number one,” the second oldest Todoroki kid says with a grin. “Dabi has the other. C’mon and give her the gift, D!”
Dabi glares at his brother, but pulls a little bag from behind his back. You look into both, finding a bottle of wine, a bottle opener, and some cute, multi-colored wine glasses in them. “Thank you,” you giggle. “I’ll drink it all tonight.”
“So where’s the food and the pretty people?” Keigo asks, a mischievous glint in his eye. You roll your eyes at his sluttiness. “All in the living room. Rumi and Nemuri are somewhere around here if you want me to–”
“Nah, kid, don’t worry your pretty head about it,” Keigo interjects, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll definitely find them. You stay here and tend to your new guest…he’s gonna need it.” He nods at Dabi before giving you a wink. “C’mon, Natsuo!” he hollers, taking the white-haired man by the shoulder.
Natsuo gives you an apologetic look as he’s dragged off. “Take care of him, please?” he softly pleads before heading off with Keigo to stop him from harassing people. You turn to Dabi who looks ready to strangle them both. “Fuckin’ bitches,” he growls under his breath.
Standing among the music and the chatter, you realize that you two are alone. Well, not completely, but enough that it feels awkward without someone starting the conversation. Nervously, you swallow, realizing you’ll have to be the leader. “I-I didn’t think you’d come,” you shakily begin. “You said you weren’t a people person.”
“I’m not,” Dabi gruffly replies, “but I did owe you a gift.” Your heart leaps at his words despite his tone. “You really didn’t, but thanks anyway.”
He nods once more, his eyes flicking up and down your form. When you catch it, your entire body grows hot. Does he think you look good? If he does, would he say it? It doesn’t appear he’ll say anything at all. You clear your throat once more, attempting to break the ice that is quickly hardening. “Uh…so you want a drink or a tour of the place? I’d feel bad if you were just standin’ here.”
“What’s wrong with just standin’?” he deadpans, but you can tell it’s a joke.
“Everything, unless you’re a plant,” you tease. You earn a little smirk out of him, but that’s about all you get. So you start to ramble. “The drinks are really good. Keigo knows the bartender, so–”
“What?” he cuts in, straining to hear you. You lean in toward him, placing a hand on his shoulder to get closer to him. “I said Keigo knows the bartender I hired for the party!” you exclaim into his ear. “I also got catering if you want to–”
You’re rudely cut off when someone bumps into you. She’s one of your coworkers from the HR department, but because she’s so drunk, she barely recognizes you. “Sorry!” she hiccups. “Bathroom!” Quickly, she runs upstairs to your bathroom, holding her stomach as she does.
You turn to Dabi who looks even more uncomfortable now. You keep your hand on his shoulder, wanting him to know you’re here for him. He doesn’t move away. “I’m startin’ to think maybe you’re right about the standin’ thing,” he mumbles. “You got somewhere more private?”
It takes a moment for his words to process, but when they do, you swear you could touch the moon. He’s here for you. To talk to you. And you know exactly where to go for it. “I know a perfect place,” you giggle excitedly. “Get yourself a drink and I’ll get some smoke. Meet me back here in five minutes.”
Dabi looks relieved that you agreed. Quickly, he moves to the kitchen to get himself a drink, earning some eye-fucks in the process, regardless of his burns. Still holding your gifts, you make a beeline to the smoke section and force Shiggy to cough up the rest of the starburst-flavored papers and a baggie of weed.
The crew is sitting on the couch vibing to the music when you come over. Keigo and Natsuo are in awe of Dabi, pouring himself a drink, actually participating. “So I see you got him to move!” Natsuo laughs. “It’s a miracle!” Rumi, currently holding Nemuri in her lap as she chats with someone next to her, gives you a smirk. “Where are you off to?” she asks suspiciously.
You smile at her, unable to hide your giddiness. “To show my guest around. Hold down the fort for a minute.”
“Maybe more than a minute,” Keigo snickers knowingly. Rumi nudges him with her elbow as you flush to yourself. “You’ve got it, captain. Go enjoy yourself and your man!” You turn away, skin still on fire. “He’s not my man!” you call over your shoulder as you hurry to gather something to loosen you both up. “Yet,” you whisper to yourself.
Dabi meets you back in your previous spot with a red solo cup that smells of whiskey and sour apple. You motion for him to follow you out the door of your apartment and down the hall. “It’s right up here,” you explain, pointing up the emergency staircase. Dabi raises a quizzical eyebrow but follows you up the short flight of steps anyway.
When at the top, you push open the door at the end of the staircase, revealing the rooftop to your building. The roof is decorated with comfortable sofas, mini tables, and fairy lights that hang among the rafters. The edges of the rooftop are blocked off by clear, plaster walls that serve as barriers between the inside and the outside. You shut the door behind you and turn to Dabi. “You know about this place?” you softly ask.
He stares around the prettily-decorated rooftop, lips parted in awe. “Not at all,” he admits, bewildered. “I’ve been livin’ here longer than you and knew nothin’ about it, but then again, I barely come out my apartment.”
“I’m a sucker for rooftops,” you confess. “That’s what drew me to this complex.” You walk over to him, staring out at the view before you: glittering city lights and the sunset; line of fuschia that dips beneath the mountains far off into the distance. It truly is a beautiful sight. You suddenly feel warm, as if someone’s eyes are on you and turn to see Dabi unabashedly staring at you. “Goddamn, you are short,” he snickers.
You smack his arm, flushing. “Hey!” you gasp, mock-offended. “It’s not my fault I was given short genes! Just for that, you’re rollin’ for us.” You plop down on one of the couches and pat the empty seat next to you, motioning for him to sit. Dabi looks hesitant at first but sits down next to you anyway. He still appears tall even while seated.
“You sure your crib is gonna be okay?” he asks as he begins to set up shop. You wave off his concern, trusting your guests. “Rumi and Keigo won’t let anything happen to it. Especially Rumi; she scares people.”
He smirks at your answer and begins preparing a blunt, taking out a grinder and the little baggie of weed. You sip on your drink, watching him work, trying not to make it too obvious that you’re aroused. You watch him intensely, your eyes hypnotized by his fingers expertly sprinkling the marijuana into the paper and then working on rolling the blunt to absolute perfection. He’s so good with his hands.
Your eyes trail up his hands to his arms, admiring the muscle beneath the dark ink on his skin. One tattoo, in particular, catches your attention: the number 58 with a green dragon slithering out of the eight. “Nice tatt.”
“It’s my firefighter number,” he explains, eyes still trained on his hands. “The dragon is the department symbol. I inked it myself.” You don’t notice that you’ve gotten closer to him, your legs aimed directly at him. Your body is completely under his silent spell. “You do your own tattoos?” you ask, wanting to know more, anything more, about him.
He nods, jetting his tongue out to lick the paper. It is pink with a glint of something in it. You realize that it’s a tongue piercing and your clit jumps. He suddenly stops rolling the blunt and points at a few words linked across his right collarbone. “This one is the first tatt I gave myself when I was sixteen. It’s Latin for ‘don’t let the past steal your present’.” He then begins to recite the words in Latin, his rolling tongue making the inside of your thighs feel warm. “I didn’t know you spoke Latin.”
His eyes flicker over to yours, a softness to them. “There are a lot of things you don’t ‘bout me,” he murmurs, his tone low and sugary sweet to you.
You don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the privacy, or him, but it allows you to be even bolder. You scoot even closer, your body so that your hip presses against his. He doesn’t move away, but you do feel him tense. “Hopefully, there are some you’d be willing to share,” you softly reply, hoping he’ll read between the lines and see how much you want this.
Alas, he doesn’t say anything, but you do notice that his hip stays put. You don’t know if it’s intentional, but it has you feeling warm and tingly regardless. When he finally finishes the blunt, he lights it and takes a puff test before passing it to you. You take it gingerly between your forefinger and thumb and take a much-needed puff.
The smoke fills your lungs instantly and you exhale peacefully, watching the wisps of smoke disappear into the starry night sky. “Nothin’ like a blunt to ease the nerves,” you sigh contently, already feeling more relaxed.
“Are you nervous?” Dabi asks. His arm is tossed over the back of the couch, right behind your head. “Around me?” You flush, passing the blunt back to him. “Well, kinda,” you laugh awkwardly. “You’re just so…” You grow quiet, trying to find the appropriate word.
He takes a puff of the blunt. “Weird?” he finishes, quirking a brow at you as smoke billows from his mouth. He passes the blunt back to you. “I was gonna say quiet,” you reply. “I don’t think you’re weird.”
Dabi shrugs, looking out into the city lights. “I just don’t have much to say, but you ain’t the only one who’s nervous. Like I said, I’m not much of a social butterfly; not even at work. That’s Keigo and my brother. They dragged me out here tonight.” His eyes, like twin pools of the bluest water in the farthest Caribbean island, flick to yours. “But to be honest, I would’ve come anyway.”
You suddenly forget you’re holding the blunt and quickly place it down on the ashtray. “You would?” you ask, hating how breathless you sound. He shrugs like it should be obvious. “Well, yeah. I wouldn’t want that gift card goin’ to just anybody.”
You scowl confusingly at him and he smirks humorously. “Look at the bottom of the gift bag.” You do so, and sure enough, you see a silver $100 Visa gift card glinting at the bottom of the bag. You take it out, staring at it. Dabi looks sheepish, planting his hand firmly in his lap as if he doesn’t know what to do with it. “It definitely ain’t a Beyoncé ticket, but I hope you like it.”
Suddenly, the alcohol, the weed, and the scent of him begin to work their magic on you. All of your inhibitions and all logic are gone as you stare at his gorgeous, scarred face. “I love it,” you whisper, and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and press a soft kiss to Dabi’s cheek. You feel his soft skin and the slight prickle of stubble there before pulling away.
He stares at you, shocked, and you stare right back as reality sets in. ‘Oh, no…what the fuck did I do?’
“Y/N,” he says, your voice like a prayer on his lips. But before he can finish his thought, your phone rudely interrupts him. “Fuck,” you hiss. “I’m so sorry.” You scramble to pick it up and find your ex’s name flashing across the screen. “Dammit!” you snap.
“Who is it?” he asks, his brows furrowed. You show him, groaning with dread. “It’s my ex. I thought he stopped calling me, but apparently not.”
“He’s been callin’ you?” he bitterly asks. He does not sound happy about this. You slowly nod to which he demands, “Put him on speaker.” You stare at him, wondering if he’s deadass, but he’s not looking like he’s BS-ing you. Despite your better judgment, you do as he says and put the call on speaker before answering your ex with a curt, “What do you want?”
“Heeey, that’s no way to talk to your man,” your ex slurs into the phone. “What’s up with you?”
You scowl in disgust at his tone. “What’s up with you?” you shoot back. “Are you drunk?”
He snorts in response meaning he’s definitely drunk. “Not nearly enough. Just was thinkin’ ‘bout you bein’ alone in that big, empty apartment…but then I happened across your IG and saw your stories.”
“Yeah, and?” you ask cooly.
“You’re throwin’ a party a tour expense?” he snaps at the flip of a switch. “You want everyone to know what happened to us?” You roll your eyes. Everything is always about him. “Only my friends know what happened. And even if I tell people, it’s none of your business and you fuckin’ deserve it for cheating, dick.”
He pauses, letting your insult process, but the longer he’s quiet the more tired you grow. “Is this what you called me for?” you demand. “To argue? ‘Cause I’m not in the mood.” He makes a sound over the phone between a sigh and a groan, sounding exhausted. “Can’t we just talk about this?” he asks. “I just don’t get why you had to leave. We had three years!”
You scoff to yourself. The sheer audacity of this guy! Those are three years he decided to ruin; not you! “Can’t we just talk it out, Y/N?” he asks again, sounding absolutely broken.
Now it’s Dabi’s turn to respond. “There ain’t nothing to talk about,” he malevolently replies. “She already made it clear that she’s not interested in whatever you want.”
Your ex is quiet for a moment, taken aback by the new voice. “Who the fuck are you?” he spits. “Y/N, who is that?” Your brain short circuits trying to find a legitimate answer.
“Her new man,” Dabi growls. “And if you ever call her again, I’m pullin’ up to make you stop myself. You’re lucky I didn’t do that when I found out you stuck your dick in another chick. What are you, stupid?” You and your ex are silent, astounded by his words.
“And if you even think about comin’ over here yourself, don’t,” Dabi continues. “Take that as my act of kindness to you even though you sure as hell don’t deserve it.” Your ex is enraged, cussing, and slurring into the speaker. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he snaps. “You think you can just–”
“Don’t call here again, whore,” Dabi growls before he gives you a slight nod and you end the call. As soon as the call ends, you set your phone down and voice the one question that is burning you alive: “Did you mean what you said?” you ask carefully. “That you’re my new man?”
Before Dabi can even begin to explain himself, you softly, shyly, tell him, “‘Cause I wouldn’t reject that offer.” You lay your cards out flat, aroused by him defending you from your trash ex.
Dabi gapes at you, shocked, and then a hardened expression sets on his handsome face. “You’re not serious,” he scoffs with laughter. “You’re not.” You scowl at him, disappointed. That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “What do you mean?” you ask, confused. “You don’t think I want this?”
“No, I don’t,” he replies sternly, suddenly standing. You can see the wall that you’ve been trying to destroy building back up. “I think you think I’m a weird, introverted loser that you wanna take a ride on because it’ll be fun for the first few weeks while you’re gettin’ over your breakup.” He shakes his head, laughing to himself. “You could never want me.”
You stare at him, dumbfounded. “Why would you think that?” you softly ask, hurt for him. Dabi chuckles dryly. “C’mon now. Someone who looks like you with someone who looks like me?” He points to the scars on his face. “I’m not the man you think I am.”
“I don’t think of you as anything, Dabi,” you passionately say, standing with him. “I invited you here because I want to get to know you more. I always have, even when I was with my ex.” He turns to stare at you, shocked at your words. There it is: the truth, laid out in the open with only the stars as witnesses.
You move closer to him, gently taking his wrist in your hand. His body feels tense in your grasp. “Your scars mean nothing to me; they never did. Would you believe me if I said I’ve always liked you too?”
You take your other hand and place it on his chest, right above his heart beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. “Now that I know you feel the same way, nothing is holding me back anymore.” You stand up on your tiptoes and again press a kiss to his jawline, right on a burn scar. “I can handle this, Dabi,” you murmur against his ear. “I like it rough.”
That is all you needed to say to get Dabi to finally unravel.
You can only let out a tiny gasp before he grabs you by the back of the neck and presses his lips against yours. His kiss isn’t soft or careful. His kiss his rough; hungry; slow as he draws moans and gasps out of you. He kisses you like he’s been dreaming of doing it for ages. His lips are soft, the taste of whiskey, apple, and mint on his tongue. You let his hands move along your back and ass, squeezing the flesh there and making you moan.
Taking advantage of your open mouth, he slides his tongue alongside your bottom lip before slipping it inside your mouth. He moans hungrily as your tongue begins to swirl with his, swapping spit and exchanging breath. The act makes your pussy clench impatiently in your panties, wanting to be touched and petted. Dabi then pulls away enough to speak to you, his eyes hooded and dark.
“How long have you felt his way about me?” he murmurs hotly against your lips. “Tell me.”
His hand sneaks down underneath your dress to squeeze your ass.
You let him, biting back a whimper in the process. You barely know him and yet you’re letting him touch you like this right in the open. “S-Since you helped me move,” you softly stutter. “But I’ve always been attracted to you since we met.”
He begins to kiss you all over now: your neck; your jawline; your collarbone; your naked shoulders in your spaghetti straps. “Fuck,” he growls against your skin. “You’re too good to be fuckin’ true.” His hands roam up and down your hips and sides, squeezing and fondling. “I’ve been wantin’ your fine ass since we met.”
“How come you never…?” The rest of your question doesn’t reach your lips as he grabs you by your hips and pulls you toward him, so close that air can’t even move between you. Your bodies are pressed flush against each other, so close that you can feel a bulge in his jeans. He’s turned on by you. The fact makes you delirious.
His lips press against yours again as he walks backwards to the couch, never breaking the kiss, and plops down on it. He then grips you by the hips and coaxes you into his lap where you begin to straddle him.
His hands, so rough yet so warm, continue to fondle your thighs and ass, squeezing at the flesh and making you whimper into his mouth. Instinctively, you grind down into his hardened dick, enlisting a moan from deep within his throat. It travels right down to your pussy.
Suddenly, he pulls away with a soft gasp. His eyes are lust-blown, his lips pinker than usual. “Hang on…I wanna try something.”
With one arm wrapped securely around your waist, he moves to pluck the blunt from the ashtray. “You ever shotgun before?” he asks. You blink dumbly at him, confused, and shake your head. “It’s easy. Lemme show you.”
You watch with utter lust as he takes a long drag of the blunt, his eyes pinned on yours. Then, with one hand, he squeezes your cheeks, forcing you to form your mouth into an O. He leans in close as if he is about to kiss you again and, slowly, billows of smoke shoot out of his mouth and into yours.
You’re trembling with need and anticipation as the smoke fills your senses along with the sight of Dabi’s crystal blue eyes staring you down. “Nice, right?” he chuckles. “Now try it with me.”
You’re eager to try this new addictive activity, so you pucker your lips and puff on the blunt that he holds for you. Then, after inhaling a good portion of smoke, you slowly blow it out into his waiting mouth. But you don’t stop there. You lean in toward him and devour his mouth, desperate to have him. You’re wasted and high off of him. You pull away, leaving him dazed. “I want you,” you whisper, wrapping your arms tightly around him.
“Bedroom?” he asks, a suggestive glint in his eye. “And before you ask, no, I don’t think you’re easy or that I’m a rebound. We already established that we’re two idiots who’ve been pinin’ after each other for months now.”
His words make you smile. Though you weren’t at all thinking about if he saw you as “easy” or if he was just a lay to get over your ex, it’s so nice to hear that all he wants is you. This only makes your need for him grow until it reaches an almost painful point. Your throbbing clit is testament to that.
“No bedroom,” you say, giving him an excited, sexy smile. “I want you out here.” Dabi raises a brow, not expecting your request. “Please, Dabi,” you plead. “I-I don’t think I can wait.” To show him that you’re serious, you begin to take down the spaghetti straps to your dress to reveal your bra. You don’t care if anyone sees. You just want him so badly.
The shock in his blue eyes is replaced with sheer hunger when he gets a look at those perfect tits in the pretty little bra you have on. “You little freak,” he chuckles. “Hop off me.” You listen to him and settle down next to him as he gets up to inspect you.
You bite your lip and watch him as he kneels down in front of you and opens your legs. When he gets a look at your soaked little panties, he almost looks pained. “Goddamn, mama,” he hisses. “You’re so wet for me. You don’t even need these little panties anymore.” His eyes flick up to yours and his hands still at your thighs. ‘Okay?’ his eyes ask.
Wordlessly, you nod, unable to speak. But he isn’t down for that. He begins to brush his fingers up and down your wet slit above your panties, paying close attention to your reactions. “Words, baby,” he growls. “Gimme words.”
“Yes!” you moan, your toes curling in your heels at the feeling of his fingers brushing your wet cunt. “Please, Dabi…please touch me.”
He gives you a wolfish grin at your pitiful reaction, but doesn’t keep you waiting. He loops his fingers through the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs you reveal your naked, sobbing wet pussy. “Shit!” he hisses, gaping at your sex. “You have the prettiest pussy, babe.”
“Thank y–!” Your words are cut off by a sudden gasp as Dabi leans in and begins suckling on your clit, eating your pussy like a starving man. He is relentless with his tongue slashes, flicks, and long licks up and down your slit. He moves his tongue like he’s a master at eating pussy, paying close attention to your reaction every time he does something new.
You’re loving it. You writhe and grind your hips against his mouth, trying to get him closer. Your pussy pushes against his pillowy-soft lips and wet tongue that writes nonsense across your wet lips and needy little clit. “You’re so wet,” he mumbles into your pussy. “Does doin’ this shit out in the open turn you on, mama?”
You moan in response, unable to form words, especially when he reaches one hand up to play with your breast. You take off your bra, hissing in pleasure as he begins gently pinching the hardened brown nipple.
This is insane! You barely know this man and not only are you letting him do this to you, it’s all in public. Anyone could walk up and see you. Or look across from another building. Or up from the sidewalk. It’s so shameful. So nasty. And so, so good.
It feels even better when Dabi begins to tease your entrance with his middle finger, dipping the tip in and out of your wet pussy. “You want this?” he asks, his voice nothing but a low growl.
You nod vigorously and he laughs. “So needy,” he teases as he begins to slowly slide his finger inside of you. “Your ex must’ve not be takin’ care of this pussy. He never made you feel like this, did he?”
“N-No,” you gasp, eyes blown as you feel your pussy stretch slightly around his finger. He quickly begins to aim up to brush against your clit as he slides his finger in and out of you. Not only that, but he begins to suck at your clit, sending waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
You can feel yourself quickly beginning to reach that peak to your climax. You don’t want this to end. You want to make this moment last. “Wait, Dabi!” you shout, writhing against him. “Stop! Don’t make me cum!”
He immediately ceases his movements and pulls away from you, glaring in confusion. “‘Scuse me?” he asks, not sounding happy with your protest.
You nearly laugh at his reaction. “I wanna make this last,” you explain. “I wanna make you feel good too. So stand up.” Dabi still looks pissed he couldn’t make you cum, but listens to you anyway. He stands up, mouth and chin glistening from your juices, and you stand with him.
Slowly, you begin to kiss and suck your essence off of his mouth, earning low moans from him.
Your hands slide down to his broad chest and you grip his shirt collar. “Off please?” you ask, peering up at him through your lashes.
You don’t even have to ask twice. In a flash, he’s stripping, tossing his shirt somewhere on the rooftop. You take a moment to admire his beautiful body–so hard and defined with muscle, ink, and burn scars that coat the left side of his body. His nipples, pink and hard, glint with two silver rings and his lower stomach is sinewy with white hair. He’s so, so pretty.
He must think your stares mean something else because he averts his eyes. “I know it ain’t picture perfect,” he mutters, sounding ashamed. Your heart leaps with fear, hoping you didn’t ruin tonight for you both.
Quickly, you try to fix things by gliding your hands up and down his hard body, admiring his well-defined pecs and abs. “You’re perfect,” you whisper before leaning in to peck his burn scars, running your lips softly over each.
The low moans and “mmm”s Dabi release are delicious to you. They only heighten your arousal along with the sound of the party still going on downstairs. The music and chatter are muffled, but the fact that it is so still near is so exciting to you.
You never saw yourself participating in public sex, but you suppose it takes the right person to bring the freak out of you. And you want to be the freakiest, sluttiest girl with this man.
To prove that, you begin to lick and suck along his hardened nipples, tugging on the tiny silver rings hanging from them. “Fuck, baby,” he hums, watching you as you work. His lips are parted and his eyes are hooded. He is completely entranced by you.
You begin to kiss down his hardened stomach until you come to his jeans already hanging low on his hips. You stop, your hands at his fly, and look up at him. ‘Okay?’ you ask with your eyes. Slowly, he nods, giving you the green light. You pull his pants and his underwear down in one go, eager to see what’s underneath.
You begin to think you bit off more than you can suck when you get a look at his cock for the first time. He is well endowed, thick, and curves upward so his dick slaps against his stomach when you finally release him from his trousers. White hair curls around his stomach and pubic area, but it isn’t like a jungle. But that isn’t what gets you: it’s the piercing that glints from the head of his dick in the moonlight.
You gape at his cock, not sure what to say or do. “You okay?” he asks, humored.
“Uh…” That’s all you can say. He’s just so, big! How can you get him in your mouth? You’re lucky you can even fit one hand around him as you begin to stroke him softly from base to tip.
Dabi cackles down at you, relishing your fear. “Don’t be scared of it, mama,” he purrs, taking his dick out of your hand and waving it in front of you. You watch, hypnotized. Dickmatized.
“You said you wanted to make me feel the way I make you feel, right?” he asks teasingly. “C’mon now. You can do it. Open that pretty mouth.”
Not wanting to disappoint him, you open your mouth and he slowly begins to slide his dick against your tongue. “There we go,” he coos. “Good girl. Take it all in.” You try, your jaw and mouth stretching for his size. “I’m guessin’ I’m bigger than your mans, huh?” he chuckles lowly.
“Mmm-hmm,” you hum around his cock, the vibrations causing him to moan. You relish the sounds, wanting more. So you begin to move your head back and forth, taking his cock in and out of your throat. You gag and spit all along his dick, causing saliva to drip down his balls and your chin, making your blowjob extra sloppy.
Dabi tosses his head back and rolls his eyes back, giving you a sight that is fit for porn. He’s so sexy. And to be able to make him feel good gives you the motivation to ignore your aching jaw and burning throat as you continue to fuck him with your throat.
“You’re doin’ so good, babe,” he grunts as he begins to roll his hips into your mouth. “At this rate, you’ll make me cum.”
You nod your head, coaxing him to do so. You want him to cum. You want to taste all of him in your mouth. But he surprises you when he begins to slow down his hips and pulls his wet cock out of your mouth. “No,” he growls. “If I’m gonna cum, it either has to be on that pretty ass or those titties of yours.”
You stare up at him, drinking in his spectacular body and dick standing at attention for you. You then decide that if you are to finally cum, you want it to be wrapped around his cock.
‘Fuck it,’ you think. You don’t care that you barely know him. All of that “getting to know you” shit can wait until after you get him inside of you. “Why not inside of me then?” you purr, standing up to take his hands in yours.
He blinks at you, dumbfounded. “Without a condom?” he asks. “I don’t have one on me.” You shake your head, pecking his lips. “I’m on the pill.”
That’s all you need to say to get Dabi to smash his lips hungrily against yours. “Oh, thank fuck,” he sighs, relieved. “I don’t mind beatin’ my dick to the sight of you in front of me, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want your pretty little pussy wrapped ‘round me.”
His dirty words send shivers up your spine. “And you’re okay with this? I mean, we barely know each other and–”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls, already moving you back to the couch again. “I’ll take you out later, but right now, I fuckin’ need you. Now choose how I’m doin’ you before I lose my fuckin’ mind.”
You gape at him, dumbfounded and so, so horny. You’ve never had a man be so desperate for you before. You waste no time bending over the couch, presenting your ass and dripping pussy for him. You then look back at him, finding him standing there and stroking himself to the sight of you. “Like this,” you whisper. “Fuck me just like this, Dabi.”
Dabi is going fucking feral behind you. It takes everything in him to not shove every single inch of his hard, thick cock inside of you as he moves closer to you and begins to stroke your pussy with his cock.
“God, look at you, stainin’ up the couch,” he sighs as you twitch and quiver. “Anyone could see you like this, about to get fucked hard.”
‘I don’t care,’ you want to scream. Anyone can watch if they want. All you want is that dick inside of you now.
And then finally, he gives it to you. He goes slow, taking his sweet time to allow you to get used to him. As soon as his cockhead enters you, your jaw is dropping open and your eyes are blown from how stretched you feel already. No toy could compare to how warm and solid Dabi feels snuggled up in your pussy. Not even your ex could make you feel this full or this good.
Through it all, you breathe in and out, relaxing your body into the couch cushion. Though it doesn’t hurt, you’re feeling beyond stretched by Dabi and you almost collapse from the feeling.
You’re so glad to have the couch to grip as he takes a hold of your hips and bottoms out inside of you. “F-Fuck, Dabi!” you whine, gripping the couch.
He begins to bump his hips against your ass a little faster now, the sound of skin slapping filling the air as his heavy balls hit your clit. “Come on now, mama,” he huffs. “You wanna be a big girl, right? Take me just like one. Make me proud.”
He begins to fuck you harder, taking a handful of your breasts and fondling them one at a time.
The feeling is just too much. His dick strokes the most sensitive parts of you as your clit jumps with every slap of his balls against it.
And he’s just so deep! He is making you see stars that don’t even compare to the ones coating the night sky above the beautiful view stretched before you. You have no chance to take it all in, too busy taking Dabi’s fat cock as he fucks you into oblivion in your little sundress and heels.
“Feels good, don’t it?” he grunts into your ear. One hand moves to your ass to gently spank your ass, causing you to moan at the feeling. “Bet you’ve dreamed about this,” he growls to you. “Bet you wanted to get slutted out on my dick for so long. Bet you couldn’t wait for tonight. Bet you planned this.”
He leans down toward you, his lips grazing your ear. “Bet you’ve wanted to be my good girl for so long,” he growls before his hand comes down on your ass a little harder.
“God, Dabi, yes!” you scream out to the sky, gripping the couch for dear life as he fucks you harder. You’ve never felt like this before: so gone off that dick. Your eyes are closed and your mind is completely blank from the blinding pleasure you feel, each wave much bigger than the one before and washing over you.
The pleasure is just too good, and it’s starting to reach a deafening crescendo. You can feel it building in your core, threatening to snap at any moment. “Gonna cum!” you practically sob, your head thrown back. “Gonna cum for you Dabi!”
Dabi cackles behind you, putting a foot up on the cushion to get a better angle as he continues to fuck your pussy into submission. “Me too,” he grunts. “Want you take it. Take all of me like a big girl, baby.”
He presses his lips to your ear, leaning down so his dick is hitting that spot that has you seeing the entire galaxy behind your eyelids. “Fuckin’ cum for me, mama,” he demands. “Let me know how good I’m making you feel. Cream all over that dick!”
And you do. Moans and gasps leave your lips like a chorus as that chord finally snaps. You unravel, cumming all over Dabi’s dick. “Oh, my God!” you scream, your voice reaching heights fit for a shower singing session when you think no one is listening.
You cream all over Dabi’s cock buried deep inside of you as he talks you through it, telling you how good of a girl you are as he strokes your outer thighs.
“Gonna cum too,” he grunts, his hips snapping against your ass again and again as he chases his high. “You gonna take all of it, baby, hm?”
“Y-Yes!” you choke out. “Please, please cum for me!” You begin tossing your ass back to meet his thrusts, wanting to feel him burst inside of you. Finally, he grips your hips for dear life and cums deep inside of you with a raspy, loud moan that makes your stomach leap and your pussy clench around his pulsing cock.
You take every single ounce of his warm, creamy cum that shoots into your pussy, never once pulling away. You can feel it coating your walls, filling you up to the point where you curl your toes and shudder at the feeling coursing through your body.
Finally, Dabi’s hips begin to slow until he is sloppily fucking you, chasing the rest of his high. Then with a soft groan, he pulls out, but it isn’t over yet. His cock is still hard as he begins to slide the head along your lower back and ass, coating your skin in his cum. “So you smell like me,” he softly says. “So no other man will even try.”
You let out a weak moan as you feel his nut coat your skin and drip down your thighs, making them slick and wet. Finally, he releases you and you slump against the couch, exhausted and spent, but feeling so good.
After giving you some time to compose yourself, Dabi helps you fix your dress (without the panties) and fishes a napkin out of his pocket to wipe his cum off of your thighs. ‘What a gentleman,’ you think, giggling to yourself.
He seems sheepish and almost shy standing there, now in his briefs. “I didn’t…hurt you, did I?” he carefully asks. You slowly shake your head, still in a daze. “That was amazing,” you sigh. “I’ve never been fucked like that before.” A proud smile stretches across Dabi’s face. “Just whatcha needed?” he asks.
You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “Absolutely,” you hum contently. “I hope it’s what you needed too.” He hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to the crown of your forehead. “That and much more.” You smile happily into his chest, glad that it was just as good for him as it was for you.
For a while, you two stay like that: hugging in the warm breeze. Finally, Dabi clears his throat. “So…now what?” he awkwardly asks.
“Well, we can’t go back inside like this,” you giggle. You motion to your dress still hiked up on your thighs and his semi-nakedness, though you’re sure that his physique would be welcomed.
“And I think we both need to recover after those mind-blowing orgasms,” you purr, your pussy still sensitive from his dick beating it up. You curl up on the sofa and poke your bottom lip out at him. “Cuddle with me?” you coo.
Dabi chortles at you, rolling his clear, blue eyes. “Such a baby,” he chuckles. “You’re lucky I like feelin’ you in my arms.”
His sweet words make you flush in the breeze as he settles down next to you. He scoops you into his lap and securely wraps his muscled arms around you, squeezing you to him as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
You feel the same way. You loop your arms around his neck and cradle his head to your beating heart. “So is a date in order after this?” he curiously asks. “I’m not too familiar with this shit, so…”
You can feel the awkwardness radiating off of him. A laugh bubbles in your chest. Leave it to him to feel awkward about dating even though he just fucked you doggystyle on a rooftop!
“Yes, Dabi,” you laugh. “I’d love to go on a date with you.” You feel him smile into your chest and he squeezes you closer to him, making you giggle. You want to stay like this forever, wrapped up in him.
When your phone suddenly rings, you feel like shooting somebody. You whine as you grab your phone, Dabi keeping his arms wrapped around you so you don’t fall. “That’s Keigo,” you sigh. “I hope no one broke anything.” You answer the phone, going back to cuddling Dabi. “Yeah?”
“So I’m guessin’ you made our guest feel welcomed?” Keigo immediately asks. “You two have been gone for, like, an hour.”
“It hasn’t been that long, Keigo,” you scoff though you really don’t know what time it is. “How’s the party? Is my apartment still intact?”
“Don’t you trust me?” he scoffs. “So you and Dabi are together now? I knew it was only a matter of time until he decided to pull up his big boy pants and tell you how he felt.”
You scowl in confusion, your heart picking up speed. “How did you–?”
“Know?” he finishes and gives a laugh. “Kid, I’ve known this shit for years! It just wasn’t my business to tell. However, you can thank yourselves because you saved time. Now everyone knows you two are an item.”
Your eyes widen, hoping he doesn’t mean what you think he means. “Huh?” you dumbly ask, earning an eyebrow raise from Dabi.
“Everybody totally heard you fuckin’ up there, sis!” Rumi yells in the background. You hear laughter from Shiggy and Natsuo in the background. You feel like hiding in a hole and never coming out. Everyone heard you?! Were you that loud?!
“We turned up the music, but it could only block out so much,” Keigo chuckles, humored at your embarrassment. “I didn’t know you could get that loud. You ever consider singing?”
“Goodbye, Keigo,” you growl, cutting off his cackle by immediately hanging up. You toss your phone to the side but not before turning off your ringtone. You don’t want anything or anyone ruining this moment for you. “What’d he say?” Dabi curiously asks.
“Nothing,” you quickly reply. You slide off of his lap so you’re sitting next to him and snuggle back into his chest, holding him close. “Just that he’s an asshole.”
Dabi chuckles, wrapping an arm around you as he puffs on the rest of the blunt, smoke billowing into the starry night sky above. “Well, that’s just a fact, babe.”
thank you everyone who voted in the poll !! here is part two based off those results. xxx
PART ONE
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After that night, it was obvious. Sanemi had made it his fucking mission.
Every time he got his cock in you, he came deep. No pulling out, no hesitation. Just rutting hard, groaning low in your ear when his cum spilled thick and hot inside you.
You knew what he was doing. He didn’t even bother hiding it.
Sometimes you’d try to fight him on it, sitting up, grabbing the back of his white hair, yanking until he hissed. “If you don’t pull out, I swear I’ll - ”
But he’d only smirk through gritted teeth, fucking into you harder, the clap of his hips snapping against your pelvis loud in the quiet room. “Yeah? Gonna slap me? While you’re squeezin’ my cock like that?”
And then you’d both be coming, you yanking his hair, him groaning through clenched teeth, pumping you so full you felt it drip down your thighs. His scarred fingers always shoved it back in, two thick digits pressing the mess inside while he muttered under his breath about “wastin’ good cum” if he didn’t.
Other times he slowed down. Had you in his lap, riding him slow and deep, his scarred hands gripping your ass as his head tilted back. His breath came in harsh pants, his voice cracking with need.
“Fuck…just give it to me already. Want you round with my kid. Can’t stop thinkin’ about it.”
And the way he said it - passive aggressive, like a complaint, like he hated himself for wanting it so badly - made your body clench down on him even harder. And you couldn’t help it.
Morning after, nothing changed. You both pulled on your uniforms, acting like he hadn’t fucked his load into you the night before. You trained. You worked with the lower ranks. You listened to the Kakushi rattle off missions - and Sanemi always scoffed, clicking his tongue, throwing you an annoyed look when your name got called.
But you knew it was only a matter of time before his efforts paid off.
Because you were at it like rabbits. Sanemi’s stamina was insane, even by Hashira standards. Some mornings he came home right before sunrise, uniform dirty and still the first thing he did was shove you into the futon, pounding into you with adrenaline, chasing another orgasm out of you just so he could cum deep again.
Lately, you noticed it more. The way his hands gripped you tighter, the way his thrusts turned frantic when he groaned into your skin about the shit he saw on missions.
Every time, he fucked you like he was chasing a cure to it. Like knocking you up was the only way he’d ever let you out of that hell.
So yeah. Sanemi wasn’t gonna stop.
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You tried to keep things professional. Both of you did.
You were Hashira before anything else. There was no room for tenderness, no space for love in the Corps.
Still, it bled through the cracks. Especially now, with this new…assignment on Sanemi’s mind.
In meetings, when missions were handed out, Sanemi always started arguing.
“Not this one.” He’d mutter, glaring at the map. “Too far. I’ll take it.”
“It’s mine.’” You’d snap, snatching the slip.
“You’re not goin’ out there alone.”
“Not your call.”
“The fuck it isn’t.”
Shinobu would let out a short exhale. “Would the Wind and the…currently domestically entangled Hashira take this outside?”
You both glared at her.
It happened often now - bickering over patrol routes, over duty stations that were meant to last weeks, investigations. You could feel his stare burn through you during briefings, even when you refused to meet it.
Rengoku once laughed quietly, hands folded in his haori sleeves. “Ah, young love! There’s such passion in your quarrels.”
“I’ll show you passion.” Sanemi started to bark, and you elbowed him so hard in the ribs he choked.
And yeah, he pissed you off. Yeah, we was overbearing.
But, when you came home after sunset - when the world finally stilled, the wind calmed, and the weight of your sword had begun to settle heavy on your spine - you’d find him waiting.
He always waited.
Especially after the long missions. The ones in remote areas, where the threat ran deeper, quieter. The ones where you'd be gone for days. Sometimes weeks. Too far for his crow to reach often. Too dangerous for sleep to come easy.
So, he’d wait. Right there. On the top step of your shared estate, elbows resting heavy on his knees.
When you finally walked up that path - he always tried to act like he hadn’t been sitting there for hours.
“Don’t you have better things to do?” You’d sigh, shrugging off your haori.
“Yes.” He’d mutter, eyes sweeping from head to toe for injury, “But couldn’t sleep, I guess.”
You’d fight a smile, soft and small. “You’re terrible at pretending you don’t worry.”
He scoffed, gaze jerking away. “Tch. Don’t flatter yourself.”
But you saw it - plain as day. The way his shoulders finally dropped when you brushed past him. The way his chest rose fuller, easier, like he hadn’t really been breathing until he saw you.
Sometimes, he didn’t even say anything else. Just stood behind you while you peeled off your uniform, while you wiped the grime from your skin.
And when you sank onto the futon, muscles aching and eyelids drooping, he was there - pulling the blanket over you without a word. Calloused fingers brushing hair from your cheek.
You both knew - whatever rage he flung at the world during the day - his peace never came until he saw you, safe and whole, standing in front of him again.
Because he couldn’t rest - not really - until you did.
Until your voice met his ears.
Until your eyes - maybe tired, but still alive - met his across the threshold.
And gods help anyone or anything who tried to stand in the way of that.
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He never really slept. Not unless exhaustion forced it out of him.
Your estate laterns burned low, and Sanemi’s arm was slung around your waist, heavy and unmoving. His breathing came steady and deep, but you knew better.
You could tell by the way his thumb kept dragging the same slow circle over your hipbone. The way his chest stayed too tight against your back - not loose, not softened by sleep. And every now and then, his fingers would twitch.
His sword was always close. Within arm’s reach on his side of the futon, still sheathed but never far. Just in case.
And you knew it wasn’t about paranoia. Not completely.
It was that restless instinct to protect. The deep, marrow-deep knowledge that peace was a fragile, dying thing - that one blink, one breath, one wrong sound, and it could all be gone.
You didn’t try to tell him to sleep. You’d learned not to.
Instead, you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his, and brought it to rest over your stomach.
“You’re awake again.” You whispered, voice soft.
He huffed against your neck. “No shit.”
You smiled faintly, brushing your thumb over his scarred knuckles. “You could try closing your eyes.”
He just huffed. Partially annoyed, partially defeated.
So you turned slightly in his arms, just enough to see his face in the dim light - the deep shadows under his eyes, the lines carved into his brow, the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin.
And gods, he was beautiful in that moment. Rough edges softened. Vulnerable. Human.
You reached up, brushing a bit of hair off his forehead. “Close your eyes at the same time as me.”
He swallowed hard. His jaw tightened. Then finally, “Fine.”
Sometimes, if he did drift off, it didn’t last.
You’d feel it before you heard it - that sharp, quiet intake of breath as he jerked awake, eyes flying open in the dark.
He’d sit up, scanning the room and then, like clockwork, he’d reach for you.
Two fingers pressing lightly to your throat. Checking your pulse.
And when he felt it - the steady beat beneath his fingertips, he’d exhale. “Sorry.” He’d whisper.
You’d shake your head, catching his hand in yours, pressing it flat to your chest. “Don’t be.”
He’d hold it there for a while, feeling your heartbeat against his palm, until it lulled him back into silence.
And sometimes, instead of reaching for your pulse, he’d reach for you.
Fingers curling in the fabric of your robe, tugging it loose. No words, just that slow, careful movement - like asking without asking.
And then he’d fuck you, soft and slow - slower than usual - in the stillness of the hour before dawn. One hand gripping your thigh, the other braced by your head as he murmured into your skin.
“Want you to have my kids.” He’d whisper, breath catching in his throat, hips pressing deeper. “Need it…You’d take care of ‘em. Of all of us. Keep us in line. Keep me sane.”
You laughed softly, breathless. “You think I could keep you in line?”
He smiled against your mouth - small, aching. “You already do.”
His thrusts stayed deep, unhurried, his hands moving up your sides, feeling every tremor of your body under his. The room smelled like sweat and heat and the faint sweetness of the oil lamp burning low.
And when he came - hot, thick, deep - he buried his face in your neck, groaning your name.
He didn’t move right away. Didn’t pull out. Just stayed there, trembling slightly, breathing you in.
“I want it.” He murmured again. “A home. A kid. You. All of it.”
You brushed your fingers through his hair, your heart twisting.
“I know, Nemi.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your throat, eyes closing as he breathed you in.
Maybe, you thought, this wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe being his wife - being the home he kept coming back to - wouldn’t be so bad.
Maybe he was right.
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A couple weeks later, it was a quiet night at your estate.
No Kakushi lingering in the hall. No servants fluttering between rooms, lighting lanterns or drawing water for baths. You’d dismissed them all gently at sunset, murmuring something about wanting the house to yourself for the evening.
And for once, Sanemi was too.
Dinner was quiet, and simple. Miso broth. Grilled rice balls. Leftover tempura that you reheated yourself, waving Sanemi away when he tried to hover near the stove like he might actually offer to help.
You ate across from each other on the floor, cushions pulled in close, the lanternlight dim and flickering as you talked about nothing. Patrol routes. The last time you’d seen Mitsuri. The cracks forming in your favorite wooden teacup.
You didn’t realize you were watching him so openly until he looked up at you, jaw flexing mid-bite.
“What?”
“Nothing.” You murmured, looking away.
But it wasn’t nothing. Not really.
Because Sanemi had just licked rice from his thumb - and all you could think about was how those same fingers might look curled around something much smaller. Softer. How he might cradle a child the way he held his sword - too tight at first, until he learned gentleness.
You imagined him muttering under his breath about noise and clutter and how “no one ever puts shit back where it belongs.”
But the moment that baby tugged at his leg, or held their arms up to be picked up - he’d melt. You knew it. He’d groan, maybe. Pretend to be reluctant. But the second that wobbly little voice said “papa,” he’d drop everything.
Scarred hands scooping up tiny limbs. Battle-worn fingers smoothing over soft cheeks.
You pictured him out in the garden, sleeves rolled up, trying to help the kid balance on their feet while grumbling about “weak little ankles” and “who the hell falls over that easily.”
You imagined him coming home after a long mission, blood soaked on his knuckles, and setting his sword down before walking straight into the nursery.
Yeah. You could see it.
You could see him - the man behind the mean attitude - as a father.
And it did something to you.
You blinked down at your bowl, suddenly flushed.
What the hell.
You weren’t supposed to want that. You were still a Hashira. You were still capable.
Didn’t you?
You chewed slowly, lips pressed together. The thought lingered. And before you even realized it, your body moved before your brain could stop you.
When he stepped into the bedroom - yawning, loose robe slipping even further down his scarred chest - you reached for him.
“The hell’s gotten into you tonight?” He asked, catching himself on one foot as you tugged him down.
You didn’t answer. Just pulled until he dropped onto the futon with a grunt, letting you swing your leg over his hips and settle in his lap.
Your robe pooled around your thighs. His hands automatically gripped them.
“You’re in a mood.” He muttered. But his thumbs were rubbing circles into your skin, slow. Curious.
“Are you complaining?”
His jaw flexed.
“No.”
Your mouth caught his before he could say anything else. The kiss was slow, wet - lips gliding, tongue pushing past teeth with familiar hunger. You ground against him through the fabric, hips dragging low and deliberate, and he let out a quiet grunt against your mouth.
“You keep looking at me like that.” He rasped, eyes half-lidded, “You’re not gonna walk tomorrow.”
“And if I said that was my plan?”
Sanemi groaned, head falling back, the curve of his throat exposed to the warm lamplight. You kissed down it, slow and messy, even as your hands tugged at the belt of his robe. His cock was already thick and hot beneath you, twitching with every slow grind of your hips.
“Shit.” He muttered, squeezing your ass. “Didn’t even get through dinner before gettin’ needy?”
You should’ve teased him back. Should’ve called him insufferable, rolled your eyes, pushed his head down into the futon and rode him without a word.
But instead -
“How bad do you want me to quit?”
The question slipped out on a whisper. Too honest.
Sanemi stilled. His voice dropped low - that rare, almost reverent rasp he only ever used when it was just you.
“I’d throw myself in front of a blade if it meant you’d never have to lift yours again.”
You blinked.
“I’d tie you to this damn estate if I thought you’d let me.”
“Maniac.”
He grinned, but it was pained.
The words made your chest squeeze. Because gods help you - you were starting to get it.
You wanted to laugh. Or cry. You weren’t sure which. Maybe both. Because you’d spent your entire life fighting for the chance to fight. And now, with his hands on your skin, your body slick and warm and straddling his lap…
You were thinking about kids. About gardens. About quiet nights waiting for him to come home.
Shit.
What if you already were?
Your eyes darted down to where his cock was pressed against your soaked folds. You hadn’t bled in…how long now? Three weeks? A little more?
He noticed. “The fuck are you thinking so hard about?” He muttered, eyes narrowing as he slipped a hand between your bodies and palmed your cunt, rubbing slow.
“Nothing.” You lied.
Sanemi hummed, reached up, and tugged your robe open the rest of the way, dragging it off your shoulders until you sat bare in his lap, flushed.
“Look at you.” He muttered, sitting up on one elbow just to look.
You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched his face as his eyes drank you in - the slope of your breasts, the sheen of sweat on your collarbone, the soft flex of your thighs straddling his lap.
You didn’t hesitate.
You reached between your thighs, gripped his cock, and lined yourself up - letting yourself sink down with a breathless gasp.
“Fuck.” He choked, hand slamming to your hip to keep you steady as your cunt squeezed around him.
You rolled your hips slow, eyes fluttering shut.
And all you could think about - between each wet, dragging thrust - was him.
Sanemi. Crouched in the backyard, holding a small toddler by the arms. Guiding their steps with loud, clumsy encouragement.
Sanemi. Holding a baby after a mission. Skin stained in blood, but whispering soft apologies as he cradled them against his chest.
Sanemi. Coming home to you in a quiet kitchen, arms wrapping around your waist, voice low in your ear, asking how his girls were.
You clenched around him so hard he groaned.
“Fuck - you trying to snap my cock in half?”
“I think I want it.” You whispered. “All of it.”
He blinked up at you, chest heaving.
“Want you. A family. All of it.”
He cupped your face then - both hands, suddenly - pulling you down into a kiss that tasted like home.
Your thighs started to ache, muscles trembling. His hands gripped your hips, dragging your body against his in slow, grinding rolls that made your breath catch.
Then one of his hands smoothed up your back, calloused fingers tracing your spine, before he cupped the base of your neck.
You let him move. Let him roll his hips up, deep and slow, cock dragging along every slick ridge inside you like he was trying to carve his name into you from the inside out. Every thrust was deliberate - measured, not rushed.
And gods, he was warm.
You could feel it in your core, that slow build starting all over again, your stomach tightening with every roll of his hips.
His hand cupped your ass. Guided you. Encouraged you.
“So fuckin’ pretty like this. Mine.” He murmured, glancing down between your bodies
He sat up suddenly, arms sliding around your waist in one swift motion - hugging you to him, pulling you in so tight you could barely breathe.
You gasped, arms looping around his neck, pressing your forehead to his shoulder as his cock stayed seated deep inside you.
“Mine.” He whispered, rough. “My pretty wife.”
You froze. Just for a moment.
“You’re all I need.” He breathed. “You hear me?”
Your fingers dug into his hair, gripping tight. You could barely speak past the lump rising in your throat.
“And you’re gonna help me…” He went on, voice raw and low, “Raise the best damn kids this world’s ever seen.”
You nodded, barely breathing.
“You’re gonna be such a good mom.” He whispered. “So good. So sweet. Gonna love them like crazy. Gonna - fuck - gonna love me even when I don’t deserve it.”
You kissed his temple, forehead, cheek - anywhere you could reach.
His arms tightened.
“I’ve never wanted anything like this.” He whispered. “Not ‘til you.”
You whimpered - just a little - because it hit too hard, too deep.
Because you wanted it now. You didn’t know when that happened. Didn’t know how his hands and voice and stupid, hopeful dreams burrowed their way inside you.
You buried your face in his shoulder, voice shaky.
“I think I’m already pregnant.”
Sanemi stilled.
His arms didn’t loosen. Just pulled you in even tighter.
“…Good.”
You lifted your head, and he kissed you before you could finish, slow and soft.
And then he moved again, hips tilting up, slow and deep.
You cried out - his name on your lips, nails digging into his shoulder, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.
He rocked into you with everything he had. “My pretty girl.” He murmured. “My sweet lady. My wife.”
“Sanemi -”
“Gonna make you a mom. Gonna take care of you. Always.”
You nodded, clinging to him.
“Even if I gotta cut down the whole world to do it.”
You came hard and he quickly chased after it. Your moans echoing off each other.
And when he stilled - come spilling deep and hot inside you, arms wrapped around your waist, body shuddering as he groaned into your skin - you stayed like that.
The whole world soft for once.
Just the two of you.
Maybe three.
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The front gate creaked open with a clang, wood smacking against wood.
“Shinazugawa-sama, please, let us—”
“Go home.” Sanemi barked, not even bothering to look at the two estate servants still waiting by the corridor. “I didn’t ask for a damn welcome party.”
“But your uniform, sir—”
“I said go home.”
You smiled faintly to yourself, the laundryline creaking as you reached up to pin the last yukata sleeve in place.
You could hear him now - feet heavy, pace sure, irritation in every step. A door opened. Another slammed shut. A muttered curse. A huff of breath.
Then silence.
And a heartbeat later -
“…there you are.”
You didn’t turn around.
Sanemi crossed the yard in ten strides, no haori, just his sleeveless corps uniform clinging to his frame - all scarred biceps, and sharp muscle cutting beneath his open collar. His white hair was damp from training, jaw tight, the scowl on his face softening the moment he saw your hands full.
“Tch.” He grumbled, coming up behind you. “Didn’t I say you’re supposed to be relaxing?”
“Didn’t you want a housewife? I’m doing wife things.”
A beat of silence.
Then a resigned scoff as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, palms immediately finding your stomach like they were drawn there by instinct. He pressed his face into your shoulder, muttering something indecipherable, and you could feel the way his chest rose and fell against your back, slower now.
“Be nice to the staff, Sanemi.”
“They’re annoying.”
“They’re trying to help.”
“I don’t need help. I need you.”
You laughed softly, leaning back into him. “You saw me this morning.”
He kissed your temple, voice gruff in your ear. “Wasn’t enough.”
His hands rubbed along the curve of your belly, slow and warm, and you could feel the way his shoulders dropped. Like tension bled out of him with every pass of his thumb. His cheek brushed against your hair.
“You alright?” he murmured.
“Mhm.”
“Feet hurting again?”
“A little.”
He turned his head and pressed a kiss into the space just behind your ear. “Should’ve had your ass up by early with me to soak.”
You smiled. “You’ll come bathe with me later, right?”
He snorted. “What kind of question is that?”
Another laugh. Another little pause, full of nothing but breath and breeze and the sound of laundry rustling on the line.
“I got a couple names.” He said suddenly, low and casual, like it was something he’d been sitting on all day. “For the next ones.”
You tilted your head. “Next what?”
He looked down pointedly.
You rolled your eyes. “We haven’t even had this one yet.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He muttered, rubbing lazy circles into your side. “Told you how many I want.”
You arched a brow. “Oh, so that’s all I’m good for now? Making babies?”
Sanemi gave a low snort, hands unapologetically sliding over your sides to settle beneath the swell of your belly. “You weren’t complaining about it the other night.”
You turned just enough to catch the smirk on his face.
He shrugged, unrepentant. “Said you’d give me four more while you were bouncin’ on my cock. Don’t remember? Sounded real sincere.”
Your face burned. “Sanemi…”
He ducked to kiss your cheek, all smug affection and rough warmth.
“Pretty sure you asked me to fuck more babies into you. That you wanted our house full of ‘em.”
You slapped his chest with the back of your hand, face hot. “That was the pregnancy hormones talking.”
He just snorted, mouth pressed to the side of your neck again, smirking against your skin. “Mm. Sure it was.” He mumbled.
You shook your head. “One at a time, Shinazugawa.”
Silence fell over the yard again. Just the two of you. Cicadas humming. Fabric flapping softly overhead.
His grip on you loosened slightly.
“C’mere.” He mumbled.
You followed him back inside.
And you thought - he had done it. He succeed in fucking the Hashira out of you.
Because nothing about you missed the corps.
Not when he was like this.
Not when home smelled like sun-warmed linens and sweat and his skin.
Not when his arms wrapped around you like this was the safest place in the world.
Not when you were pregnant with his kid, and he was already planning for the next.
You were his wife. His pretty lady. His soft place to land after long days.
Tying up loose ends with your ex boyfriend Toji ends up in a threesome with your new boyfriend Choso?!
ಇ.content & warnings: porn with no plot :: threesome activity :: some toji x choso action :: older toji :: sub cho :: dominant reader & toji :: oral m. rec :: p in v :: dp :: both in the v :: at the same damn time :: c-pied :: kissing ::
ಇ.author's note: i have a few more drabbles with this paring - so yes more to cum in the future!
The apartment door barely clicked shut before the air thickened, heavy with the kind of tension that made your pulse stutter and your thighs press together on instinct.
Toji Fushiguro stood in your living room like he still owned the place, broad shoulders filling out that worn black shirt, scarred lips curled in that same cocky smirk you’d tried so hard to forget.
Months since you’d walked out on him, and yet here he was, invited in under the flimsiest excuse after he’d spotted you and Choso at that dimly lit bar earlier tonight. Now Choso lingered just behind you, quiet as always, dark eyes flicking between the two of you with a mix of wariness and something softer, something that still made your stomach flip.
Toji didn’t waste time. His large hand caught your wrist, tugging you forward until your chest bumped his. “Missed this pretty little body,” he rumbled, voice low and mean, the way it always got when he wanted something. His other palm slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to bruise, yanking your shirt up without asking. Choso stepped closer too, hesitant at first, but when you didn’t pull away his hands joined in, gentler but just as eager, peeling the fabric over your head until cool air kissed your bare skin.
Clothes came off in a messy rush. Toji ripped your bra down your arms with a grunt, tossing it aside like it offended him, while Choso’s fingers worked your jeans open, pushing them down your legs along with your panties in one careful tug. You were naked between them in seconds, skin prickling under their stares.
Toji’s gaze dragged over you slow and possessive, grumpy old bastard that he was, muttering, “Still lookin’ like you were made for me, huh?” Choso said nothing, just pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his long hair brushing your cheek as his hands roamed your waist.
They walked you backward through the hallway, Toji’s bulk guiding the way with that dominant swagger he never lost, one arm hooked around your middle while Choso followed close on your other side.
The bedroom door swung open and they pushed you inside, the backs of your knees hitting the mattress before you even realized. Toji shoved you down onto the edge of the bed, standing tall over you, already palming the thick bulge straining his pants. “On your knees, sweetheart. Been thinkin’ about that mouth wrapin’ around me all night.”
You sank down obediently, the carpet soft under your knees, and tilted your head up at him with a sweet little smile that made his green eyes narrow. “Choso,” you called softly, patting the spot beside you. “Come here, baby.”
Toji’s brows shot up. “Wait, what the fuck? You ain’t callin’ him over to suck my cock or watch like some this is some goddamn show. This ain’t—”
“Shut up, Toji,” you cut in, voice calm but firm, the same tone you used when he used to push too far back when he was yours. He actually paused, jaw ticking, that scowl deepening, but he didn’t stop you.
Choso knelt beside you without hesitation, cheeks faintly pink under the dim lamp light, his dark eyes flicking up to yours for approval. You turned to him first, cupping his face and pulling him into a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding lazy and wet while your hand drifted down to palm Toji’s cock through his unzipped pants.
You freed him, thick and heavy and already leaking at the tip, stroking him firm and steady as you made sure Toji watched every second of the kiss— the way Choso melted into it, soft little hum vibrating against your lips.
When you finally broke the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both for a moment, you smiled at Choso and murmured, “Be a good boy for me. Suck him.”
Toji barked a laugh, rough and disbelieving. “Fuck no. You serious? He ain’t—”
You shot him a look. “I said shut up and let him.”
Choso was shy about it at first, hesitating as he leaned in, but the second his pretty mouth wrapped around the head of Toji’s cock, the older man’s hips jerked and a low, shocked groan tore from his throat. “Oh my fuck…” Toji’s hand came down to tangle in Choso’s long hair, not guiding yet, just holding on as that warm, wet heat enveloped him.
Choso’s mouth was perfect— soft lips stretching around the girth, tongue swirling, lazy circles over the swollen head, lapping at the precum like he was savouring it. He took more, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed slowly, one hand braced on Toji’s thick thigh while the other came up to gently roll and tug at his heavy balls.
You watched with a satisfied little smile, still kneeling right there beside him, your hand resting on Choso’s back in quiet praise. “That’s it, good boy,” you cooed softly, voice dripping honey. “Just like that. Use your tongue more on the head, baby— he likes that.”
Toji’s head fell back for a second, a guttural curse spilling out as Choso obeyed instantly, licking broad stripes up the underside before sucking the tip back into that slick heat, eyes fluttering half-closed like he was lost in it. The contrast hit Toji hard— the way Choso moved so obediently, no backtalk, no attitude, just pure eager submission. He looked almost like a well-trained pet, kneeling there pretty and focused, long hair spilling over his shoulders while he worked Toji’s cock deeper into his throat with wet, obscene sounds.
“Fuck, ma,” Toji grunted, voice rougher now, hips twitching as he stared down at the scene. His free hand reached out to grip your chin, tilting your face up so he could see your smile. “You got him well trained like a dog. This the kinda shit you’re into now? Lettin’ your new boytoy slobber all over your ex’s dick just ‘cause you say so?”
You leaned into his touch, still smiling, eyes sparkling with that quiet triumph. “Yeah,” you said simply, voice soft and warm as you stroked Choso’s hair. “Choso listens. He’s good for me. Never argued or made everything a fight… unlike someone.”
Toji’s laugh came out breathless, a mix of annoyance and reluctant heat, his cock twitching hard between Choso’s lips as the younger man hollowed his cheeks again, taking him even deeper with a soft, muffled moan.
Choso’s tongue pressed flat against the vein running underneath, swirling and teasing, while his fingers continued their gentle massage on Toji’s balls, coaxing more precum to leak onto his tongue.
Toji’s grip tightened in Choso’s dark hair, but he didn’t force the pace— couldn’t, not when it felt this fucking good, that shy obedience wrapping around him tighter than any attitude ever had.
You stayed right there, naked and kneeling between them, one hand on Choso’s thigh for balance and the other occasionally reaching up to trace Toji’s abs, feeling the way his muscles jumped under your touch.
The bedroom filled with the wet sounds of Choso’s mouth, Toji’s low grunts, and your quiet praises whispered like secrets. “Good boy, Choso… swallow around him, just like that. See how much he likes it when you’re sweet for him?”
Choso hummed in response, the vibration making Toji hiss through his teeth, green eyes narrowing down at you with that familiar mean edge softened by raw pleasure. “You’re enjoyin’ this way too much, brat,” he muttered, but there was no real bite left in it— not when his cock was buried in that perfect, warm mouth and you were watching him unravel with that knowing little smile.
Toji’s hips twitched again, thicker veins pulsing against Choso’s tongue as the younger man kept working him slow and deep, cheeks hollowed, lashes fluttering like he was lost in the taste.
That wet heat dragged along every inch, tongue pressing flat and swirling lazy circles around the swollen head before sliding back down until the tip nudged the back of Choso’s throat.
Choso didn’t gag, didn’t pull away— just swallowed around him with a soft, obedient little sound that had Toji’s abs tightening, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
The older man’s hand stayed tangled in all that dark hair, fingers flexing like he wanted to fist it tight and fuck into that pretty mouth until tears spilled down Choso’s cheeks, but he held back, jaw clenched, breathing rough through his nose. Cocky bastard that he was, even he could feel how perfectly Choso was sucking him off, all shy devotion and slick warmth that made his balls draw up tighter with every pass.
You stayed kneeling right beside them, naked skin flushed warm, smiling that soft, satisfied smile while your hand rested on Choso’s thigh, thumb stroking gentle circles of praise. The sight of Toji trying so hard to keep control, hips barely rocking forward instead of slamming deep, sent a sweet thrill curling low in your belly.
Choso’s mouth made the filthiest sounds— wet slurps and quiet gulps, saliva already dripping down his chin and coating Toji’s heavy length in shiny streaks.
Toji’s gaze finally snapped to you, green eyes dark and hungry, his free hand shot out fast, fingers threading rough through your hair and yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look up at him.
The pull stung just enough to make you gasp, lips parting on a soft breath. “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he growled, voice gravel-rough and mean. “You’re smilin’ like you won somethin’. Wet those pretty lips for me.”
He pulled out of Choso’s mouth with a wet pop, the thick head glistening, strings of saliva and precum webbing between Choso’s swollen lips and Toji’s cock like glistening threads that stretched and broke as he moved. Choso stayed kneeling there, breathing hard, lips shiny and parted, a faint blush high on his cheeks as he looked at you both with those dark, obedient eyes.
You swallowed once, throat bobbing, and Toji’s smirk sharpened, cock twitching in the cool air. “Come on, you little brat,” he said, low and taunting, tugging your hair again to tilt your face exactly where he wanted it. “Put that evil little mouth to work. Been watchin’ you direct your pet like a fuckin’ conductor— now show me what that smart mouth can really do.”
Your smile never faded, only curved wider as you leaned in, tongue darting out to trace the messy trail of spit and precum still clinging to him. Choso watched quietly from beside you, one hand resting lightly on your knee like he was waiting for whatever you’d tell him next. Toji’s grip in your hair stayed firm, guiding you closer until your lips brushed the slick head, the salty taste blooming across your tongue as you opened for him.
The bedroom air felt thicker now, heavy with the scent of skin and want, the three of you tangled in that messy heat where Toji’s dominance clashed against Choso’s sweet obedience and your quiet control. You took him in slow at first, lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling just like you’d told Choso to do, while Toji’s low groan filled the room and his fingers tightened in your hair, hips finally giving one shallow thrust forward.
A low sound slipped from your throat as Toji pulled free and slapped his thick, spit-slick cock against your parted lips, the heavy weight of it landing wet and deliberate, smearing more of that messy mix of precum and Choso’s saliva across your mouth.
He did it again, harder this time, the wet smack echoing soft in the quiet bedroom while his scarred lips pulled into that mean, cocky grin. “That’s it, open wider, brat. Gonna fuck this throat pretty tonight— been thinkin’ about shuttin’ you up like this for months.”
He despised you, or at least that’s what the rough grip in your hair said, the way his fingers twisted tighter like he wanted to punish you for walking out, for replacing him with someone so sweetly obedient. But underneath scowl and the low growl in his chest, Toji knew you could take it. You always had. His hips rolled forward slow at first, feeding you inch after thick inch until the head nudged the back of your throat and your eyes watered just a little.
You swallowed around him anyway, lips stretched wide, tongue pressing flat along the underside as he started to thrust deeper, setting a steady, punishing rhythm that made your throat bulge faintly with every push.
Choso stayed knelt right beside you the whole time, dark eyes wide and fixed on the way your mouth worked Toji’s cock, the wet gluck-gluck sounds filling the room as spit dribbled down your chin and onto your bare tits. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched with that shy heat blooming across his cheeks, his own cock hard and untouched between his thighs.
Toji noticed. Of course he did. Without missing a single thrust into your throat, he reached down with his free hand and caught Choso under the chin, tilting that pretty face up towards him. “C’mere, pet,” he rumbled, voice rough but almost amused. “Give me a kiss while your girl chokes on me.”
You tried to pull back just enough to say something, a soft protest bubbling up around his cock, but Toji yanked your head forward again, burying himself deeper until your nose pressed against his pelvis and your words dissolved into a muffled gag. “Shut up and keep suckin’,” he snapped down at you, green eyes flashing with that familiar mean edge. “And watch. Eyes open, sweetheart. Don’t you dare look away.”
Choso hesitated for half a second, shy as always, but when Toji’s thumb brushed his bottom lip he leaned in obediently. Toji grabbed him harder then, fingers sliding into that long dark hair as he crushed their mouths together in a deep, filthy kiss. It wasn’t soft.
It was all tongue and teeth and dominance, Toji’s jaw working as he licked into Choso’s mouth like he owned it, swallowing the soft, surprised whimper that spilled from the younger man. Choso melted almost instantly, shoulders slumping, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed back with that quiet eagerness he always gave you— hands coming up to rest lightly on Toji’s broad chest, body leaning closer like he couldn’t help it.
You watched every second of it, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the relentless pace Toji set in your throat, but the sight burned hotter than anything.
Choso’s lashes trembling against his cheeks, a faint moan vibrating between their locked lips as Toji kissed him harder, tongue stroking deep and possessive while his hips kept snapping forward into your mouth.
Spit trailed from the corner of Choso’s lips, his cheeks flushed darker, and when Toji finally pulled back just enough for them to breathe, a thin string of saliva still connected them for a moment before breaking.
Toji’s laugh came out low and breathless, thumb swiping over Choso’s swollen bottom lip as he looked down at you. “Fuck, look at him. So damn well-trained. One kiss and he’s already drippin’ for it.” His cock twitched hard against your tongue, the praise mixed with taunt making your stomach twist in the best way.
You kept sucking through it all, hollowing your cheeks, swallowing around every thick thrust while your eyes stayed locked on the way Choso stayed pliant and open, lips parted and shiny, waiting for whatever came next.
Toji’s green eyes flicked between the two of you, that mean smirk deepening as he kept his hips rolling slow and deep into your throat. “She has you so fuckin’ obedient, huh?” he rumbled, voice thick with gravel and heat. “Bet you never fucked her throat like this. She’s a little brat, don’t let her fool ya. Acts all sweet and in control, but look at her— mouth stuffed full and still smilin’ around my cock.”
You tried to pull back just enough to say something, a soft protest bubbling up, but Toji didn’t let you. He fucked forward harder instead, burying himself to the hilt until your nose pressed flush against his pelvis and your throat convulsed around him. “See?” he growled, holding you there, eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction. “She doesn’t even fuckin’ gag anymore. Loves this shit. Been cravin’ it since she left my sorry ass, I bet.”
The stretch burned so good, spit dripping down your chin in messy rivulets as you breathed hard through your nose, tears clinging to your lashes. Toji kept you pinned like that for a long moment, savouring the tight heat, before he finally pulled out with a wet, obscene pop.
Thick strings of saliva and precum connected your swollen lips to his glistening cock before they broke, and you gasped for air, chest heaving, throat raw and tingling.
Toji stepped back, cock heavy and slick between his thighs, and dropped onto the bed with a grunt, sprawling out on his back like he owned the damn mattress. His muscles flexing under scarred skin as he stroked himself once, slow and lazy, green eyes locked on you with that cocky, command. “Get your ass up here, sweetheart. You're gonna take all of this cock. Now.”
You were still catching your breath, lips shiny and parted, but you moved anyway, crawling up the bed on shaky knees. Choso was right there, gentle hands sliding under your arms to help you up, supporting your weight with that quiet care he always gave you. His touch was soft against your flushed skin, thumb brushing your side like a silent promise as he guided you over Toji’s lap.
As you crawled forward, knees bracketing Toji’s thick thighs, hovering just above his heavy, leaking cock, Toji’s gaze shifted to Choso. “Come on, don’t just stand there like a lost puppy,” he said, voice low and rough, one hand reaching out to pat the bed beside him. “You don’t mind fuckin’ her pussy right? While she’s sittin’ on me, fuckin’ get over here.”
Choso’s cheeks flushed darker, shy with hesitation flickering across his face for half a second, but he obeyed like always, climbing onto the bed without a word. You felt the mattress dip under his weight as he settled close, one hand resting on your lower back, warm and steady. Toji’s palms gripped your hips hard, fingers digging in with that possessive meanness as he yanked you down just enough for the blunt head of his cock to nudge against your dripping entrance, teasing, waiting.
Toji didn’t wait long. With a low grunt he bucked his hips up, thick cock pressing into your cunt in one slow, relentless push. The stretch was brutal and perfect, that fat length splitting you open until your walls fluttered tight around every veined inch. You sank all the way down until your ass met his pelvis, a broken moan spilling from your raw throat as he bottomed out deep inside you.
Toji’s scarred hands stayed locked on your hips, holding you there, grinding you down harder so you felt every thick inch pulsing against your sensitive walls.
“Fuck, still so goddamn tight,” he muttered, voice rough and mean, green eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you. “Missed this greedy little pussy. Swallowing me like it never forgot who it belongs to.”
You rocked your hips experimentally, a soft gasp escaping as the head of his cock nudged that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Choso stayed right behind you, quiet and watchful, his warm palm sliding up your spine in gentle strokes while his other hand rested lightly on your hip. His dark eyes were fixed on where you and Toji were joined, lips still swollen from that shared kiss earlier, a faint flush creeping down his neck.
Toji noticed the way Choso hovered, all shy obedience and quiet heat. His smirk sharpened, one hand leaving your hip to reach over and tug Choso closer by the back of his neck. “Don’t just sit there starin’, pet. Get in her. You heard me earlier— you’re fuckin’ her pussy too.”
Choso’s breath hitched, shy as always, but he moved without argument, shifting until he was kneeling behind you on the bed. His long hair brushed your bare back as he leaned in, chest pressing warm against you, cock hard and leaking as it nestled against the curve of your ass.
Toji kept you pinned down on his thick length, hips giving lazy little rolls that made you whimper, while Choso’s hands settled on your waist, gentle and careful like he was afraid to break you.
You felt Choso’s fingers first, tentative as they slid between your spread thighs, brushing where Toji’s cock was already stretching you wide.
He traced the slick stretch of your cunt with soft fingertips, collecting the mess of your arousal before wrapping his hand around his own cock, guiding the head to nudge right beside Toji’s.
The pressure was overwhelming— two thick cocks pressing against your entrance at once, Choso’s shy hesitation making him pause until you reached back and squeezed his thigh in encouragement.
Toji laughed under his breath, that low, cocky sound. “That’s it. Push in slow, kid. She can take it. Little brat’s already drippin’ down my balls thinkin’ about both of us stretchin’ her.”
Choso obeyed, pressing forward with a soft, shaky exhale. The blunt head of his cock slipped in alongside Toji’s, the burn intense and delicious as your walls stretched even wider to take them both. Inch by inch he sank deeper, his cock sliding against Toji’s inside your tight heat, the friction making both men groan low and heavy.
You cried out, head falling back against Choso’s shoulder, body trembling between them as they filled you completely— Toji’s girthy thickness and Choso’s warm length buried deep together.
Toji’s hands gripped your hips harder, holding you still while he gave one experimental thrust up, making both cocks shift inside you and drag against every sensitive spot.
Choso stayed mostly still at first, arms wrapped around your middle, face buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed hot against your skin, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
“Fuck… so tight,” Toji grunted, voice strained with pleasure, hips rolling up again in a deeper thrust that made you see stars. “Look at her, takin’ us both like she was made for it. You feel that, pet? How she’s squeezin’ around us?”
Choso nodded against your neck, a soft whimper escaping him as he started to move too— slow, careful rolls of his hips that matched Toji’s rhythm, their cocks sliding together inside your slick cunt.
The wet, filthy sounds of skin against skin and the slick drag of two thick lengths stretching you open filled the bedroom, your moans mixing with their low grunts as they fucked you together.
Toji’s large, rough hands slid up from your hips, palms rough and calloused as they cupped your tits, squeezing the soft flesh with that familiar possessive grip. He pinched your nipples between his thick fingers, rolling them until they pebbled hard under his touch, a mean little smirk tugging at his scarred lips when you arched into it with a broken cry. “These pretty tits always did look best when they’re bouncin’ for me,” he growled, voice low and pleased, green eyes dark with heat as he lifted his head from the pillow just enough to latch his mouth onto one swollen nipple.
He sucked hard, tongue swirling hot and wet around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt between them. The wet pull of his mouth sent sparks straight down to where both cocks were buried deep inside your stretched pussy, your walls fluttering tight around the overwhelming fullness.
Choso kept fucking you from behind with those gentle, obedient thrusts, his cock sliding slick alongside Toji’s, every slow drag pressing them both against that perfect spot inside you that made your thighs tremble uncontrollably.
Toji switched to your other tit, sucking it into the heat of his mouth with a low, satisfied hum, his free hand still kneading the first one, thumb flicking over the spit-slick nipple he’d just released. He loved having you like this— caught between them, body trembling and moaning, that quiet control of yours fraying at the edges while two fat cocks stretched your pretty little cunt wide open.
Toji’s hips snapped up harder, driving his thick length deeper with every thrust, the lewd squelch of your arousal coating both of them growing louder as he fucked up into you with that cocky, relentless rhythm.
“Look at you,” Toji muttered against your skin, lips brushing your nipple as he spoke, voice muffled and rough. “Takin’ two cocks like a good girl. Your pussy’s so fuckin’ greedy, squeezin’ us both so tight. Bet you missed this, huh? Missed gettin’ split open by somethin’ real after playin’ house with your obedient puppy.”
You moaned louder, head falling back against Choso’s shoulder, body rocking between their thrusts as the pleasure built heavy and overwhelming.
Choso’s arms stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you steady while he fucked into you with that same shy care, his breath hot and ragged against your neck, soft whimpers spilling from him every time your walls clenched around their joined lengths.
Toji kept sucking on your tits, alternating between them with wet, obscene sounds, biting down gently before soothing the sting with his tongue, his free hand sliding down to rub rough circles over your swollen clit.
The stretch was so much— both fat cocks dragging together inside your slick heat, Toji’s dominance pinning you from below and Choso supporting you from behind, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge.
Toji pulled off your nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny with spit, and grinned up at you with a cocky smirk. “That’s it, moan for us, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you love bein’ stuffed full. Choso’s bein’ so good for you, fuckin’ this pussy nice and deep just like I told him to. But me? I’m gonna make sure you feel every inch tomorrow.”
He thrust up harder, grinding his cock against Choso’s inside you, the friction making stars burst behind your eyes as your moans turned into desperate little cries.
Choso pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck, murmuring your name quietly, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm while Toji’s rough hands and hungry mouth worked your tits until they ached with pleasure.
You were lost between them, body trembling and slick with sweat, pussy clenching tight around the two thick lengths stretching you so perfectly, the heat building slow and relentless as Toji teased you with every filthy word and every deep, claiming thrust.
Toji loved every second of it— the way you fell apart so beautifully, the way Choso stayed so sweet even while buried deep inside the same cunt, the way your quiet little smile had turned into open-mouthed moans that filled the room.
He kept sucking and biting at your tits, fingers rolling your nipples, hips snapping up to meet Choso’s thrusts until the three of you moved in one messy, heated rhythm, the night stretching long and filthy with the sounds of skin slapping, wet squelches, and your broken cries echoing between the walls.
A broken little sound tore from your throat as both thick cocks dragged together inside your stretched pussy, the relentless push and pull making your walls flutter and clench around the overwhelming fullness.
Toji’s hips snapped up harder from below, driving his fat length deeper with every thrust while Choso kept that steady rhythm from behind, their cocks sliding slick and hot against each other in the tight heat of your cunt. The wet, filthy squelch filled the room, your arousal dripping down their shafts and coating their balls as they fucked you open so good.
Toji’s mouth was still latched onto your tit, sucking hard enough to leave marks before he pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen as he grinned up at you with that mean, cocky smirk.
His rough hand slid up to cup your jaw, forcing your head down so you had no choice but to meet his dark green eyes while he kept pounding up into you. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he growled, voice low and gravel-rough, thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “Admit it. Tell me what you are. A little brat who wants these cocks stretchin’ your greedy cunt. Say it.”
You tried to bite back the words, a soft whimper escaping instead as another deep thrust from both of them made your eyes roll back, but Toji wasn’t having it. He pinched your nipple hard, twisting just enough to make you cry out, his other hand gripping your hip tighter to hold you down on their joined lengths. “Don’t play shy now. You’re drippin’ all over us, pussy clenchin’ like it’s beggin’ for more. Tell me you want our cocks. Tell me you want our cum fillin’ this sloppy little hole.”
Choso stayed quiet behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, his breath hot and shaky against your neck as he fucked into you with those gentle rolls of his hips, letting Toji take the lead like always. His cock throbbed alongside Toji’s, the friction delicious and overwhelming, every slow drag pressing right against that spot that made sparks shoot up your spine. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, shy and sweet, but didn’t stop moving, loving even in the middle of all this heat.
The stretch was so good it hurt, both fat cocks splitting your cunt wide open, dragging against every sensitive inch until you felt impossibly full, impossibly owned. Your tits bounced with every thrust, still slick from Toji’s mouth, nipples aching from his teeth and fingers. Toji’s hand slid down between your bodies, rough fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing fast, mean circles that had your thighs shaking uncontrollably.
“Say it,” Toji demanded again, voice dropping lower, hips slamming up harder so the head of his cock bullied that perfect spot inside you while Choso’s length rubbed right alongside it. “You’re my little brat— our little brat. You want these cocks stretchin’ you good. You want us to fill your pussy with cum until it’s leakin’ out for days. Admit it, brat. Loud and clear.”
Your moans turned into desperate little cries, body trembling between them as the pleasure built hotter and heavier, walls squeezing tight around both thick shafts. Toji’s smirk widened, that cockiness flashing in his eyes as he felt you clench harder, knowing he was winning. Choso whimpered softly against your skin, his thrusts growing a little deeper, a little faster, following every cue you’d ever given him because he always listened, always gave you exactly what you needed.
You finally broke, voice wrecked and breathy as the words spilled out between moans. “I’m… I’m a-a brat… I want your cocks… both of you stretching my cunt so good… I want your cum… please…”
Toji laughed low and rough, satisfaction dripping from every syllable as he thrust up harder, grinding their cocks together inside your fluttering pussy. “That’s my girl. Keep sayin’ it while we fuck you full. Gonna fill this greedy hole until you’re drippin’ with both of us.”
The bedroom echoed with the wet slap of skin, your broken admissions, and the low grunts from both men as they kept fucking you together— Toji and Choso turning your body into a trembling, moaning mess caught right between them, the stretch so perfect and filthy that all you could do was take it and beg for more.
Together they fucked you deeper and harder, hips snapping in a messy, unrelenting rhythm that had both thick cocks driving into your stretched cunt at once. Toji thrusting up slamming his fat length as deep as it would go while Choso followed from behind with those steady rolls that somehow made everything feel even fuller, your arousal coating their shafts and dripping down to soak the sheets beneath you as they stretched your pussy so wide it ached in the best way.
You could feel the bulge in your tummy every time they bottomed out together, the outline of their cocks pressing visibly against your lower belly, shifting and dragging with every thrust. Toji’s rough hand slid down to press against that spot, palm flat and heavy as he growled against your tit, “Fuck, feel that? That’s us, sweetheart. Both cocks bulgin’ out your pretty tummy like you were made to take this.”
The pressure built fast and overwhelming, your walls fluttering tighter and tighter around them until you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as you clenched down violently around both cocks, milking them with rhythmic, desperate pulses.
Your whole body shook between them, thighs trembling, back arching as wave after wave rolled through you, pussy gushing slick and hot around their joined lengths while the bulge in your tummy twitched and tightened with every spasm.
Choso whimpered softly against your neck, his hips stuttering as your clenching cunt squeezed him so perfectly. “Ah—fuck… you’re squeezin’ so tight,” he breathed, voice shy and wrecked, and then he was cumming too, thick ropes of warm cum spilling deep inside you in pulsing spurts. He kept thrusting through it, slow and careful even as he filled you, his cock throbbing alongside Toji’s while he painted your walls white, the added heat and slickness making the stretch feel even messier, even better.
Toji groaned low and rough at the feeling, his scarred hands gripping your hips bruisingly tight as he fucked up into the slick, cum-filled heat of your pussy. “That’s it, milk us, you little brat,” he grunted, green eyes dark with raw pleasure as he watched your face contort in bliss. “Clenchin’ so good around both of us— fuck, take it all.”
He didn’t last much longer after that. With a deep, guttural growl he slammed up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed hard and started to cum, thick, heavy spurts of cum flooding your already full cunt right alongside Choso’s. The warmth spread deep inside you, both loads mixing together in messy, overflowing pulses that leaked out around their cocks with every shallow grind of their hips, dripping down your thighs and soaking their balls.
They stayed buried inside you even as they came down, chests heaving, bodies pressed tight around yours in a sweaty, trembling tangle. Toji’s hand stayed pressed to the bulge in your tummy, feeling the way it softened just a little with every twitch of your walls, while Choso nuzzled softly into the crook of your neck, pressing lazy kisses to your damp skin and murmuring quiet praises against you.
The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, the three of you locked together in that filthy, heated aftermath— your pussy still clenching weakly around their spent cocks, cum slowly leaking out in warm rivulets, Toji’s mean little smirk still playing on his lips even as his breathing evened out, and Choso’s gentle hold never loosening because he always stayed right where you wanted him.
They stayed buried deep for a long, lazy moment, cocks still twitching inside your fluttering cunt as the last weak spurts of cum leaked from them both. Then, slowly, Toji gave a low grunt and started to pull out first, his thick length dragging against Choso’s as he eased free with a wet, obscene sound.
Choso followed right after, gentler, his cock sliding out inch by inch until both heavy shafts slipped from your stretched hole completely. A thick rush of their mixed cum immediately dripped out of you, warm and pearly white, sliding down your thighs in slow, messy rivulets and pooling on the sheets beneath your trembling body.
You collapsed forward onto Toji’s broad chest with a soft, exhausted sigh, cheek pressing against the hard muscle slick with sweat. His skin was warm, scarred, rising and falling with heavy breaths as one of his large arms wrapped around your back, holding you there like he still had every right to. Choso stayed close behind you, his gentle hands smoothing over your hips and lower back, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder blade while his long hair tickled your skin.
Toji’s free hand slid down between your legs without warning, two thick fingers pushing back into your ruined pussy. The stretch was easy now, your walls loose and slick from taking both of them, and he scooped up the warm mixture of their cum that was still leaking out. With a lazy, filthy motion he fingered it all back inside you, slow and deliberate, pushing every drop deeper while his palm pressed firm against your swollen clit. The wet squelch of his fingers working their combined loads back into your cunt filled the quiet room, obscene and intimate all at once.
“Look at that,” Toji muttered, voice low and rough, smirk tugging at his scarred lips as he watched his fingers disappear inside you again and again. “Such a messy girl. Can’t even keep our cum inside this greedy pussy without help. Need to push it all back in where it belongs… bet you love feelin’ us drippin’ out of you, don’t you?”
You whimpered softly against his chest, hips twitching weakly as his thick fingers curled and stroked, making sure every thick rope of their release stayed buried deep. Choso’s hand joined Toji’s for a moment, tentative fingers brushing alongside as he helped press the cum back inside you, his touch so much gentler but just as eager to keep you full. The feeling of both their hands between your legs, fingers sliding through the slick mess they’d made, had fresh heat curling low in your belly even though your body felt spent and boneless.
Toji kept fingering their cum back into you, lazily, occasionally pulling his fingers out just enough to watch more of it drip before pushing it right back in with a low chuckle. “There we go… nice and full again. Gonna keep you leakin’ our loads all night, sweetheart. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Both of us markin’ up this tight little cunt.”
Choso stayed pressed against your back, arms wrapped around your waist now, murmuring quiet, sweet words against your skin while Toji’s fingers continued their slow, filthy work. You lay there between them, cheek on Toji’s warm chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart as the cum slowly settled deep inside you, warm and heavy, a constant reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed you tonight.
The bedroom felt heavy and quiet now, bodies tangled and slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Toji’s fingers eventually slowed but didn’t leave you completely, still lazily stroking through the mess as if he couldn’t quite stop touching what was his again, even for a little while.
Choso’s gentle hold never loosened, his breath warm against your neck, and you smiled softly against Toji’s skin, that quiet little smile that said you were exactly where you wanted to be— caught between your mean ex and your sweet boy, full of both of them, leaking and claimed and perfectly satisfied.
“You gon' argue with me and get your pussy ate” ۫ ׅ ✧ ꒰ mdni ꒱
Did you start an argument out of nothing? Possibly.
Are you enjoying the consequences? Hell yeah.
You had been on Sukuna’s ass about buying the wrong brand of apples; now, was it a big deal? No, not at all. But that didn't stop you, arguing with your boyfriend is your favourite thing in the world. Why? Because it means he gets to go feral on you.
And his favourite punishment? Eating you out until you apologise.
You're practically folded in half on the bed, legs dangling over his shoulders and kicking feebly at his muscular back. Tufts of Sukuna’s pink hair tickle your inner thighs as his tongue lashes against your clit over and over in mean stripes.
“Are you finally finished giving me cheek, brat?” He grumbled into your cunt, sharp teeth grazing your clit, causing you to jerk and whine in his grasp. You shook your head, a pretty little pout sitting on your lips as you stared down at him between your legs.
His mouth and chin were coated in your slick and his own spit, dripping lewdly onto the sheets below. Sukuna practically growled at your response, digging his nails into the flesh of your thighs before hauling you closer to his face, “Wrong answer.”
You felt his tongue swirl around your oversensitive clit, lapping at the bud before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Obscene sounds of your wetness filled the room as he pushed two thick fingers into your cunt, curling and scirssoring them to hear the lewd squelch they made.
His dark tattoos curled around his face, ruby eyes darkening as he watched you writhe on the sheets.
“Look at you, so cute when you shut that bratty mouth of yours,” He snickered against your thigh, eyes darting between your fucked out face and the way your cunt sucked in his fingers. “S-Shut up, you're an ass — ah — hole.” He pressed a wet kiss to your clit, watching you stumble on your words while doing so.
“Is that so? Guess you don't want an asshole making you cum for the…” He pretended to ponder, fingers slowing down inside of you before he started to pull them out until just the tips remained, “Was that the fourth or the fifth, baby?” Sukuna grinned when you thrashed, hot tears welling in your eyes from the loss of contact and the ruined orgasm.
“You’re a dick, Ryo!” You sobbed, “I asked for green apples, not red.”
Sukuna huffed out a laugh, “Oh yeah? I remember you messaging me to get Akane apples, but they were out of stock, so I got Tsugaru.” Your eyes widened as your argument fell apart, “And guess what, brat? They're both red.”
Without warning, Sukuna plunged his fingers back into your sopping cunt, causing your back to arch in a perfect bow. A strangled cry left you as he leaned back down to lick a filthy stripe over your clit, tongue moving back to swirl around and tease the bundle of nerves.
“Apologise and I'll let you cum,” his voice was gruff as he groaned into your pussy. You felt anger bubble in your gut at the loss of the squabble; it was either to accept defeat and apologise, or to stand your ground and be left unsatisfied. Sukuna pinched your thigh, “I’m waiting.”
You rolled your eyes, “M’sorry,” you mumbled, voice low. He crooked his fingers, making you choke on a moan, “I can't hear you.”
You whimpered out as he moved his fingers quicker, “Fine! You win, I was being a brat. M’sorry.”
He grinned, pupils blown wide as he watched tears roll down your sweaty face, both from anger and the overwhelming pleasure of your approaching orgasm. “Atta girl,” his mouth reattached itself to your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against it in quick motions.
Your back arched again as you tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging him closer.
You felt your orgasm wash over you while he practically moaned around your clit, his own eyes rolling back, your slick coating his mouth and dribbling down his chin.
Sukuna slowly retracted his fingers from your weeping hole, sucking them clean and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Let's give you your reward for apologising, yeah?”
not in a cocky, locker-room-brag kinda way— it was just a fact of life. a curse, almost. something that made hookups easy, one-night stands messier, and relationships short-lived. the kind of size that made girls talk, but rarely come back for round two. the kind that made casual sex complicated and intimacy nearly impossible.
and he never really cared about any of that. not until you.
not until his sweet little girlfriend— his— looked up at him one night, mouth all swollen from kissing, panties soaked, thighs spread, and asked him in the softest voice; “why won’t you fuck me?”
toji damn near choked.
because he wanted to. so so so badly. he wanted nothing more than to wreck you. make you sob. feel you clench around him and hear all the pretty sounds you’d make when he pushed in deep. he thought about it constantly, jerked off to it more than he’d admit, could barely look at you some days without getting hard, but everytime things got hot, whenever he had you moaning under his tongue or dripping down his fingers, he always stopped. always pulled back, fucked you with everything except his cock.
and it wasn’t because he didn’t want to.
it was because he’d rather die than hurt you.
you were too pretty. too soft. too delicate, curled up against him in those little sleep shorts, giggling when he kissed your neck and clinging to his arm like you trusted him not to break you. and he did. he tried. but he was terrified.
he’d slide his fingers into you and feel how tight you were. he’d mouth at your pussy for hours, just to hear you beg. he’d grind against you while you whined in his lap, soaking through both your clothes, whispering “please, toji, i want it—” and all he could do was kiss you and tell you “later, baby. next time. not tonight.”
but then came tonight.
tonight, you’re spread out on his bed, naked and flushed, eyes watery and lips swollen from how hard he’s been kissing you. his head’s between your legs again, of course it is, tongue buried in your soaked pussy, fingers gripping your thighs while he groans like you’re the one giving him head.
he’s addicted to it. to you.
you cum once on his tongue. then again, slower, whimpering his name in an endless loop. he doesn’t stop, not even when your thighs shake. just keeps licking, worshipping, devouring like he’s starving and you’re the last fucking meal on earth.
and when you finally tug his hair, trembling, and whisper, “toji, please, i want you inside—” he freezes.
his mouth is wet with your slick. his eyes are wild.
“baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked, “you don’t get it. i could hurt you.”
“i trust you,” you say.
“i’m serious.” he kisses your knee, your inner thigh, soft and trembling. “you’re so small. fuck- it’s not gonna fit—”
you look at him, soft and breathless, and say the one thing that breaks him completely; “but i want you to try.”
and that’s all it takes.
toji kisses you passionately. slow and deep. tongue in your mouth, one big hand cupping your jaw while the other strokes between your legs again, spreading the slick around like he’s prepping you for war.
“tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps. “tell me to stop. i mean it.”
you nod.
he lines up, breath shaky, cock thick and twitching in his hand— and fuck, he wasn’t exaggerating. he’s huge. long, veiny, curved just right, flushed dark at the tip, and already leaking like he’s about to lose his mind.
and when he pushes in, just the head, you both gasp involuntarily.
it’s tight. so fucking tight he almost blacks out.
you clutch at him, nails digging into his shoulders, legs shaking as he goes slow. agonizingly, sweetly slow. inch by inch, letting you stretch around him, stopping to kiss your neck and whisper, “you’re doing so good for me, baby… fuck, you feel like heaven…”
and once he’s fully inside, when your hips finally meet and your eyes flutter open, dazed and teary— he stays there. just stays, cock buried deep, not even moving. “can’t,” he breathes, “gimme a second- fuck- you’re squeezin’ me so tight—”
you both lay there, pressed together, hearts pounding. you feel full. stretched in a way that makes your toes curl. but it doesn’t hurt. not like you thought it would. it’s overwhelming. thick, hot, but good.
you nod up at him. whisper, “move, toji. please.”
and when he does— when he pulls out halfway, then thrusts back in slow and deep— your whole body arches off the bed.
and that’s when he really loses it.
because you’re moaning. loud. like you’ve needed this. like you’ve been aching for him for weeks. you’re clenching around him, pulling him in, crying “yes, toji, fuck, more—!”
and he gives it to you.
all of it.
no holding back now.
he growls your name like it’s a curse and fucks you hard, fast, deep, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust, hands gripping your waist as if he’s scared you might float away if he lets go.
“this what you wanted, baby?” he pants, breath hot against your ear. “wanted me to stretch this tiny pussy out? make it mine?”
you sob. nod. “yesyes, please, i needed it!”
“you’re takin’ it so good,” he growls, “knew you could. fuck, i love you—”
your eyes go wide. your breath catches.
but then he says it again.
“I love you. I fucking love you.”
and then you cum. hard. stars behind your eyes. body spasming. and toji follows with a moan so deep, it vibrates in your chest, spilling inside you as his hips jerk and his cock pulses.
he stays buried in you. kisses your neck. strokes your cheek. whispers, “you okay, baby?”
you nod, dazed. smiling.
“…still think it’s too big?”
“mmh,” you giggle, squeezing around him, “i think you just needed to put it to good use.”
he groans. “you’re gonna kill me.”
“you love it.”
he kisses you again.
and yeah. he really, really does.
maybe i will start posting here again… who knows.. lol
ಇ.content & warnings: Roomates AU :: still has his blood mark (cause i think its sexy) :: somnophilia (consented) :: p in v :: c-pied :: soft!cho :: sweet!cho :: fwb-esque ::
ಇ.part two.ಇ
The apartment was quiet in that way only the deep hours of night could make it, with the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen, the occasional creak of settling walls, and the faint, distant siren that always seemed to echo through the city streets no matter how late it got.
One a.m. glowed soft blue from your phone screen as you stared at it, thumb hovering uselessly over the lock button. Sleep had slipped away again, leaving you restless and aching in the worst way.
Your sheets were tangled around your legs, damp from the heat building under your skin, and no amount of shifting or pressing your thighs together could ease the slick, throbbing need between them.
Touching yourself had been a half-hearted attempt, fingers circling your clit slow and lazy under the covers, but it only made it worse. The empty feeling inside you, the greedy clench of your walls around nothing, it all screamed for something real, something warm and thick and pulsing... something attached to the sweet, shy boy sleeping just across the hall.
You and Choso had an understanding. Loose, unspoken in the daylight but ironclad once the lights went out. If either of you was in the mood, you could wake the other. No questions, no awkward mornings after unless you both wanted them.
Sometimes he’d crawl into your bed with that flushed face and those dark eyes wide with nervous want, mumbling something about how he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Other times you’d let him sleep through it, sliding down onto his cock while he dreamed and watching the moment his lashes fluttered open in hazy, blissful confusion. He always came harder that way, hips jerking up like he was chasing the feeling even before his brain caught up.
Tonight, you were too desperate to wait for morning.
You slipped out of bed on quiet feet, wearing nothing but an oversized tee that barely skimmed the tops of your thighs. It was his t-shirt actually, the one he’d left draped over the couch yesterday after doing laundry. It still smelled faintly of his detergent and that warm, clean scent that was just him.
The hallway floor was cool under your bare soles as you padded toward his room, heart already picking up pace, pussy slick enough that you could feel it starting to drip down your inner thigh with every step.
His door was cracked open like always. Choso hated feeling closed in.
Moonlight cut through the blinds in thin silver stripes across his bed. He was sprawled out on his back, one arm flung above his head, the other resting loose on his stomach. His black hair, those signature stringy strands usually tied up in two high ponytails, had come loose in sleep, fanning across the pillow and sticking slightly to his forehead.
The blood mark across the bridge of his nose looked almost soft in the dark, like a secret painted there just for you to see when no one else was watching. He wore an old black t-shirt, rucked up high enough to expose the lean muscle of his abdomen and the faint trail of dark hair disappearing into his boxers.
One leg was kicked out, the other bent, and the thin fabric of his boxers was already tenting slightly, like his body knew you were coming even if his mind was still lost in dreams.
You eased the door shut behind you with a soft click, then crossed the room on silent steps until you stood beside his bed. For a long moment you just looked at him.
Your overly doting roommate, the one who made you breakfast with that shy little smile every weekend, who folded your laundry with careful hands even when you told him he didn’t have to.
The same one who’d blush crimson if you caught him staring too long, but who you’d deliberately leave your lace panties scattered around the apartment for anyway. Hot pink ones, black ones with delicate bows, soft cotton thongs. Whatever you knew would make his cock twitch hardest when he thought you weren’t looking.
You’d come home more than once to find him in his room, door not quite latched, hand wrapped around that thick, leaking length while he pressed your stolen panties to his face or rubbed them along his shaft, hips stuttering and quiet, broken little whimpers slipping out between bitten lips.
God, he was so shy about it. So sweet. And so fucking horny for you it made your stomach flip.
You reached out first, palm sliding slow and gentle over the front of his boxers. Even through the fabric he was warm, already half-hard. His cock twitching under your touch like it was reaching for you.
A soft, sleepy sound escaped him, brows pinching faintly. You rubbed a little firmer, feeling him swell and thicken under your hand, the head of his cock nudging insistently against the waistband as precum started to dampen the material in a small, dark spot.
His hips shifted. Lashes fluttered but didn’t open. You could see the way his stomach tensed, muscles jumping under smooth skin.
Carefully, you hooked your fingers into the elastic and tugged his boxers down just enough to free him. His cock sprang up heavy against his abdomen. Long, thick, flushed a deep rose at the tip where a fat bead of pre was already welling. The veins along the shaft stood out faintly, pulsing with his heartbeat.
You wrapped your hand around the base, stroking once, twice, slow and slick from the pre that smeared over your palm. Another bead welled up immediately, trickling down the side of the head.
Choso let out a low, unconscious groan, hips rolling up into your fist like even in sleep he couldn’t help chasing the pleasure.
You were soaked. Your thighs were slick with it, clit throbbing in time with every lazy pump of your hand around him. You couldn’t wait anymore.
Swinging one leg over his hips, you settled yourself above him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his waist. The hem of his t-shirt rode up your thighs as you reached down, guiding the blunt head of his cock through your folds.
You were dripping, already wet enough that the first slow drag of him against your entrance made an embarrassingly loud, slick sound. You bit your lip, circling your hips to coat him thoroughly, letting the head nudge and catch against your clit until sparks shot up your spine.
Then you sank down.
The stretch was perfect, you took him slowly, it burned delicious, inch by inch sinking further in, your tight walls fluttering and clenching greedily around the thick invasion.
A shaky breath left you when you finally bottomed out, ass flush against his hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside your greedy cunt. He felt so good. So full. You sat there for a moment, just breathing, letting yourself adjust while your pussy fluttered around him in little pulses.
Choso’s lashes twitched again. A soft, confused sound bubbled up. A half whimper, half sigh slipped from his parted lips. His hands shifted on the sheets like he was searching for something in his dreams, you rocked your hips experimentally, a tiny, shallow roll that dragged his cock along your walls and made you both moan quietly.
You started slow. Gentle, rising just enough to feel the drag, then sinking back down with a wet, filthy sound that filled the quiet room. Your hands braced on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palms.
Every downward glide made your clit grind against his pelvis, sending little shocks of pleasure through you. His cock throbbed inside you, leaking steadily, making everything even slicker.
Choso’s head tipped back against the pillow, lips parting on a deeper groan. His hips jerked up once, instinctive, driving him just a little deeper and pulling a soft cry from your throat.
You leaned down, pressing your forehead to his, breathing in the sleepy-warm scent of him as you rode him with careful, rolling motions. Drawing it out, savoring every girthy slide, every twitch of his cock against your sensitive walls.
His eyes were still closed, but his breathing had changed in shallower, faster inhales. One hand lifted slowly, fingers brushing clumsily against your thigh like he was only half-aware of what his body was doing. You caught it gently, guiding his palm up under your shirt to cup your breast. His thumb brushed your nipple on instinct and you whimpered, clenching hard around him.
“That’s it, baby,” you whispered against his mouth, voice husky and low. “Feel how wet I am for you? Couldn’t sleep without this cock…”
Another slow grind. Another wet slide. His cock jerked hard inside you, precum flooding your insides as his body responded even if his mind was still floating somewhere between dream and waking.
You kept the pace torturously slow, savoring the way he filled you so perfectly, the way his shy, sweet body reacted to you even in sleep. Hips twitching up to meet yours, cock swelling thicker, balls drawing up tight. You could feel your own orgasm building in lazy, coiling waves, every drag of his length against that spot inside you making your thighs tremble.
You weren’t going to wake him yet.
Not until you’d taken exactly what you needed.
You kept riding him slow at first, savoring every thick inch as your tight, slick cunt swallowed his big cock over and over. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room, the soft, filthy squelches that escaped, every time you sank down until your ass met his hips, your dripping pussy creaming around the base of him.
So much precum was leaking from his tip that it mixed with your own arousal, making everything slippery and warm, coating his shaft in a shiny mess that dripped down to soak his balls and the sheets beneath him.
Your hands pressed flat against his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart under your palms as you rolled your hips in lazy circles. Each grind dragged your swollen clit perfectly over the faint, dark happy trail just above his cock, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight up your spine.
It felt so fucking good, his thick length stretching you open, rubbing against every sensitive spot inside while your clit got that perfect friction. A broken moan slipped from your lips, louder than you meant it to be, echoing softly off the walls.
That was what finally pulled him awake.
Choso’s lashes fluttered, dark eyes cracking open in a hazy, sleepy daze. For a second he just stared up at the ceiling, brow furrowed like he was trying to piece together the dream that felt way too real, then his gaze dropped down and landed on you, straddling him, his t-shirt hiked up around your waist, your soaked pussy stuffed full of his cock.
A low, guttural groan tore from his throat the moment awareness hit. “Nnghh—fuck…” His voice was rough with sleep, cracked and deep, sending a fresh gush of wetness around his length. He could feel it now, every tight, fluttering clench of your cunt constricting around him like a vice, milking every drop of precum that kept spilling from his tip. His hips twitched up on instinct, pushing himself just a little deeper into your greedy heat.
Your name left his lips in a shaky groan, soft and laboured. “...baby…”
His arms came up immediately, one big hand sliding up the back of your thigh while the other cupped the soft curve of your ass, fingers digging in just enough to feel possessive without being rough, he shifted beneath you, planting his feet flat on the mattress so he could get more comfortable, letting his body sink deeper into the bed while still cradling you on top of him.
It was like he was offering himself up completely, letting you use his cock however you wanted, no questions, no hesitation, just that sweet, shy devotion that made your chest ache even as your pussy throbbed around him.
You didn’t stop moving. If anything, the moment his hands were on you, you started riding him harder, rising up until just the tip of his cock kissed your entrance, then slamming back down with a wet slap, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Your moans came louder now, unrestrained, mixing with the slick sounds of your dripping cunt fucking itself on his thick length. Each bounce made your tits jiggle under his borrowed shirt, nipples hard and brushing against the fabric.
Choso’s eyes were half-lidded, dark and glassy with lust, but still so soft as they stayed locked on your face. His thumbs stroked slow circles on your skin, one hand squeezing your ass encouragingly while the other slid higher, slipping under the hem of the shirt to rest warm against your lower back.
“Shit… you’re so wet,” he mumbled, voice thick and sleepy, cheeks already flushing that pretty pink you loved. His cock twitched hard inside you, another heavy spurt of precum flooding your walls as you ground down especially deep, clit rubbing messy circles against his happy trail. “Feels… nghh… feels too good… didn’t even wake me up first…”
He groaned your name again, quieter this time, almost like a prayer, his grip tightening on your ass as he helped guide your movements, just enough to meet your bounces with small, eager thrusts from below. Not taking over. Never taking over. Just letting you fuck his cock like you owned it, because in his shy, horny little heart, you basically did.
Your hands stayed braced on his chest, nails digging in lightly as you picked up the pace, riding him harder now. Fast, desperate rolls of your hips that made your slick drip down his shaft in messy rivulets.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, your moans, his broken whimpers, and the constant wet squelch of your tight pussy taking every inch he had to give.
Choso’s head tipped back against the pillow, lips parted, that blood mark across his nose standing out as his face flushed darker. But his eyes never left you, watching with that adoring, overwhelmed look, like he still couldn’t believe this was real, like he was the luckiest guy in the world to wake up buried inside his greedy roommate’s cunt.
And he let you keep going. Let you use him, let you chase that building pleasure while his hands roamed softly over your thighs and ass, whispering your name like it was the only word he knew.
Your movements were growing sloppy, hips losing their steady rhythm as exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure started to blur together. You were still chasing it, chasing that tight coiling heat that built deep in your belly, because Choso’s cock was perfect. Thick and long and curved just right to drag against every sensitive spot inside your dripping cunt with every bounce.
Your slick was everywhere now, coating his shaft, his balls, the faint happy trail you kept grinding your swollen clit against in messy little circles. The wet sounds were louder, filthier, your greedy pussy squelching obscenely around him as you rode him harder, faster, desperate for that edge.
He noticed the second you started leaning more into him, your body growing heavier, thighs trembling from the effort. His dark eyes softened even as they stayed glued to where you two were joined, watching your tight, slick folds stretch around his thick cock every time you sank down.
“Mhm… tired already, sweet girl?” His voice was still husky with sleep, low and gentle, but there was that familiar shy fondness threaded through it. One hand stroked soothingly up the back of your thigh while the other stayed planted on your ass, helping guide you just a little.
You whimpered, a soft, needy sound that made his cock twitch hard inside you. “Mngh… feels s’good, Cho…” you mewled, the words slurred and breathy as you ground down especially deep, clit rubbing perfect friction against his skin.
“Yeah…” he breathed, almost reverent, watching the way your pussy took every inch of him so greedily, your arousal dripping down his shaft in shiny rivulets. “You look so pretty like this… riding my cock like you can’t get enough.”
His hands slid slowly up your back under the oversized t-shirt, warm palms pressing you down against his chest until your bodies were flush together.
The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing right against that spot that made your toes curl, you let out a shaky moan, forehead dropping to rest against his collarbone for a second before he tilted your chin up gently.
“Come here, baby… gimme a kiss.”
You obliged without hesitation, leaning in until your lips crashed into his in a messy, desperate kiss. Choso sighed into your mouth, the sound vibrating through his chest as one hand came up to cradle the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair to pull you even closer. The other arm wrapped tight around your waist, holding you securely against him like he never wanted to let go.
Then he moved.
His hips rolled up in a smooth, powerful thrust, driving his cock nearly all the way out before slamming back into your dripping cunt with a wet slap.
You moaned loud into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his lips as he kissed you deeper, his slender tongue licking into your mouth, sucking gently on your tongue in that slow, filthy way that always made your brain short-circuit.
His hand tightened in your hair, not pulling, just anchoring you to him while he fucked up into you with steady, deep strokes that had your slick gushing around his thickness.
Your arms wrapped around his chest, hands clutching at the fabric of his rucked-up t-shirt as you melted further into him, your body going pliant and soft against his, letting him take some of the work while you still rocked your hips to meet every thrust.
The kiss turned wetter, sloppier, tongues sliding together as little whimpers and moans spilled between you, Choso’s breathing was ragged against your lips, his cock throbbing and leaking inside your tight heat, every upward snap of his hips making your clit grind against his pelvis in the most perfect rhythm.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded and dark with lust, cheeks flushed that pretty shade of pink. “That’s it… just like that,” he murmured, voice shaky and sweet. “Use me, baby. Feels so good when you’re this wet for me…”
You could feel yourself getting closer, walls fluttering and clenching around his big cock as he kept thrusting up into you, slow, deep and devastating. All while his big hands roamed your back and waist, holding you close like you were the most precious thing in his world.
Your moans mixed with his quiet groans, bodies moving together in the dark, slick and messy and so fucking intimate it made your heart ache right alongside the pleasure.
Choso kissed you again, softer this time, like he was pouring every bit of his shy, doting love into it, because even when he was buried balls-deep inside his greedy roommate’s cunt at one in the morning, he was still your sweet boy.
He held you so close, arms wrapped tight around your body like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go even a little. Cradled against his chest, your face tucked into the warm curve of his neck and shoulder, you felt completely surrounded by him, by his scent, his heat, the steady thud of his heart under your cheek.
Choso’s hips started moving with more purpose now, thrusting up into your dripping cunt in deep, measured strokes that had his thick cock dragging along every inch of your walls.
You were moaning openly against his skin, soft little sounds spilling out with every thrust. The lewd, wet sounds of your pussy and his cock filled the room with obscene squelching and slapping as your slick mixed with all the precum he kept leaking, making everything slippery and messy.
Each time he bottomed out, the head of his cock nudged right against your cervix, a sharp, delicious pressure that made your toes curl and your walls flutter hard around him.
Drool was slipping from the corner of your mouth onto his chest, soaking into the fabric of his rucked-up t-shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it made him groan low in his throat, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head while the other stayed splayed across your lower back, petting slow, soothing circles over your skin under the shirt.
“That’s my sweet girl,” he murmured into your hair, voice rough but so impossibly gentle. “Just let go… I’ve got you.”
His thrusts never faltered, kept it deep and steady, hips rolling up to grind against your clit with every plunge, the faint happy trail providing that perfect friction while his cock kept bullying that sensitive spot deep inside. Your moans grew higher, needier, body trembling in his arms as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.
Choso kept petting you the whole time, with gentle strokes along your spine, fingers threading through your hair, thumb brushing softly over your cheek when you turned your face into his chest. He was so careful, so doting even while he was fucking into you like he was made for this, his big cock stretching your tight cunt open and hitting your cervix with every thrust.
You came hard.
Your pussy clenched down around him like a vice, walls spasming and fluttering as waves of pleasure crashed through you. A broken cry tore from your throat, muffled against his chest as your slick gushed around his thickness, soaking his cock and his pelvis, dripping down to the sheets.
Your thighs shook, nails digging into his sides as you rode out the orgasm on his cock, grinding sloppily against him while he kept thrusting through it. Slow, deep strokes that drew the pleasure out until you were whimpering and oversensitive.
Choso groaned your name softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, his hands never stopping their gentle petting. “Good girl… so good for me,” he whispered, voice shaky with how tight you were squeezing him. “Cum all over my cock, baby… that’s it…”
He held you through every aftershock, cradling you to his chest like you were something precious, his cock still buried deep inside your pulsing cunt while his fingers continued their soothing strokes along your back. Even now, shy and sweet as ever, he was completely devoted and letting you fall apart on him and catching every piece with those warm, careful hands.
Your cunt was still fluttering and spasming around him from your orgasm, milking his thick cock for everything it had like it never wanted to let go. Every tight, rhythmic squeeze pulled more precum from his tip, making the slide even wetter, even messier as he kept thrusting up into you from below.
Choso’s breathing was ragged now, hot against your hair, his arms locked around your body like iron bands. Holding you tighter, closer, cradling you flush to his chest as if the only thing that mattered was keeping you right there.
He started thrusting deeper, hips snapping up with more force, the head of his cock kissing your cervix over and over in heavy, deliberate strokes. The lewd sounds between you grew louder and wetter, filthy squelches of your soaked pussy taking every inch, his balls slapping softly against your ass with each upward drive. You could feel him swelling inside you, veins pulsing, the whole thick length twitching hard as he fought to hold back just a little longer.
“M’gonna cum, baby…” he groaned, voice cracking with need, eyes squeezing shut tight as his head tipped back against the pillow. “Gonna cum—fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard…”
You hugged him tighter in response, arms wrapping around his neck, face buried in the crook of his shoulder as you whispered soft, breathless little sounds against his skin. Your pussy clenched deliberately around him, greedy and possessive, pulling him even deeper as you wiggled your hips just enough to grind your clit against his pelvis one last time.
Choso let out a broken, shaky moan. Your name spilling from his lips like a prayer and then he came hard.
His cock pulsed violently inside your tight heat, thick ropes of cum flooding you in heavy, endless spurts. You could feel every throb, every jet of warm, sticky release painting your walls and filling you up until it was too much, it leaked out around his shaft in creamy white dribbles that mixed with your own slick and dripped down to soak the sheets.
He kept thrusting through it, shallow little pumps that pushed his cum deeper, making sure you took every drop while his arms trembled around you from the intensity.
You wiggled a little more, settling even deeper onto his cock with a soft, satisfied sigh, letting yourself stay stuffed full of his cum. The fullness was perfectly warm and heavy inside you, his cock still twitching with aftershocks as your cunt continued to flutter around him, gently milking the last few spurts from his spent length.
After a long moment, Choso’s breathing started to even out. He pulled back just enough to look at you, dark eyes hazy and soft with that shy, adoring look he always got after he came. One hand came up to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You snuggled closer immediately, nuzzling into his chest with a content little hum, your bodies still joined, his cum slowly leaking out around where you were connected. His other arm stayed wrapped securely around your waist, fingers tracing lazy, soothing patterns along your back under the shirt while he held you like you were the only thing in his world.
“Love waking up like this with you…” he murmured sleepily against your hair, voice low and sweet, cheeks still flushed pink. “Stay right here, okay? Don’t move yet…”
And you didn’t. You just let yourself melt into him, full and warm and perfectly satisfied, while your shy, doting, horny roommate kept you cradled close in the quiet hours of the night.
choso does anal for the first time w his gf ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
.ೃ࿔* based on this request
"are you… sure, my love?” choso asks, kneeling behind you, hands steady on your hips.
you feel the fat, slick head of his cock nudging against your tight ring of muscle, glistening with spit and pre from his leaky tip, already warmed up by his fingers.
“please, cho — m’sure." his eyes were wide with curiosity, pupils dilated with lust, “tell me if it’s uncomfortable, okay angel?"
you nod feverishly, pushing your ass against his cock, his tip beginning to sink into your puckered hole. a shaky exhale leaves him, sweat beginning to bead on his brow as he begins to realise how god damn hard it’s gonna be not to cum on the spot.
he doesn’t move, not yet, he lets you sink back onto him at your own pace before halting you, squeezing your hips, “wait just — hah — you’re so tight."
he attempts to compose himself, steadying his breathing, leaning forward to press a shaky kiss to your spine. “it’s okay, cho, take your time," you reassure. after a long exhale, he slowly presses forward.
the stretch burned at first, your fingers twisting in the sheets as you slowly feel him fill you with every girthy inch. choso freezes immediately after bottoming out, a broken, high-pitched whimper escaping him.
“mghhn — angel, you’re- squeezing me s-so — much," he pants, beginning to slowly rock into you, watching the way your ass ripples with every unhurried snap of his hips. “i can’t — hah —”
“faster — ngh — please," you mewl.
he pulls out halfway before sliding back in with a broken, keening whine. then again.
and again.
his pace remained careful at first, though his control soon frayed, his moans becoming louder — more desperate.
you were wrecking him. "feels too g-good. angel, i- nghahh — fuck, m’sorry, can’t stop— need you so much."
his hips snap forward harder, fingernails digging into your hips, his attempt at grounding himself. every thrust drew another needy whimper from him.
your head was spinning, hands clutching the sheets so tight your knuckles were beginning to turn white, pleasure taking over your body.
choso’s rhythm grew unsteady, needy — balls slapping against your ass, both hands spreading your cheeks wider. “god, i’m so c-close — angel, mghhnn — loveyou," he babbles.
with that, he releases a load of hot, milky cum, thrusts becoming short and sharp as he pumps every last drop into your ass.
it was warm, wet, deep. the room filled with soft whimpers and unsteady breathing, choso’s firm grip on your hips finally loosening.
something feral primal ignites within him as he slowly pulls out, watching his cum drip from your tight entrance, down to your cunt.
it might’ve been the first time he’d used your back door, but you both knew it wouldn’t be the last.
A/N; i don’t write a lot of choso so i fear this isn’t the best but hope u enjoy anyway <3
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