Liz💕

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[kkebab]

MASTERLIST

OLDER BROTHER !!

you and yuji have been friends forever, nothing could ruin your friendship… besides his hot ass older brother that you mistook for him

PART 1 : what the fuck?

PART 2 : should i stay or should i go?

PART 3 : get the fuck out !!

PART 4 : under the table?

PART 5 : gay?

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

to be continued…

master list !! since it’s getting confusing

dividers from @pixopix

[erzascumslut]

𖣂Please Sire...?𖣂 (TojixFem!Reader)

Synopsis- All you desperately wanted was to be closer to him and his kind. After finally building up the confidence to ask him to turn you, you storm down the walls of the eerie chapel, and instead of vampirism you find an irresistible sight.

Warnings-Cultleader!Toji, Vampire!Toji, devotee!reader, humiliation, sexual sadism, some cuckquean themes, dark themes, blood, biting, fainting, primal play, exhibitionism, pet names, voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough sex, degradation, praise, blood sucking, vampire au.

WC- 2.7k

Art-@mossferatu._on ig

As you eagerly pace down the eerie halls of the chapel, the fresh metallic scent of blood mixed with burning lilac grows heavier. The murmured voices of other followers congregating bounce off the walls with each passing second.

No matter, your mind isn’t on any of them. All you can think about is him.

You’ve finally gathered up the courage to ask him to turn you, and now that's all you can focus on. You’ve asked before, along with many other followers, and knowing how he is, if you ask again, he won’t do it at all. He only does things he feels called to do, but, he says you're his favorite so... maybe…?

After all, he says you're his alter.

He certainly makes it known to everyone, too. You’re not sure if he does it knowingly or just doesn’t care, but ever since you’d first set foot into the chapel, his attention to his duties has been divided. You’ve been pretty isolated from the rest of the congregation because of the way he treats you.

Calling you names like pet, angel, and even priestess. He spends extra time teaching you to hunt and teaching you about his kind. He never calls you to his quarters when he needs blood, though, and that's what hurts the most. The other followers ridicule you because of it. Regardless, their opinions don’t mean a thing as long as you're his top girl.

But still, you have your doubts sometimes; he's never tasted your blood, or even tried to.

In regard to that, you want to feel so much closer to him.

No, you need to.

The further you walk, the sounds of the others conversing die down while the sound of heavy moans grows dense. Your eyes scale each large door that passes you to see where the voice is coming from.  

As you close in, you realize the noises you’re hearing are coming from Toji’s room. The pace of your footsteps picks up with anticipation. The moment you step in front of his door, you hear a sharp shriek like cry. Your mind starts running. “The door is cracked open… Is he in there with someone? Is he okay?” You know you shouldn’t but, you can’t help but peak through the crevice of the door.

Your heart immediately sinks at the sight. His large, husky frame towering over a fellow follower. Burying his fangs into her neck as he thrusts his cock into her. Your stomach feels like there's a pit in it, and your heart is beating so fast your whole body is pulsing.

With how much you love and devote yourself to him, you should feel hurt… right? You want to walk away out of indignity, but your body is betraying you.

You can’t resist watching in awe.

Your body is feeling other sensations entirely. Unexplainable satisfaction.

You feel a dark sense of allure crawl through you. You want that for yourself so badly. The way his hands grip her grinding hips as he sucks her blood. His rapid, deep, and sensual thrust, pounding his cock into her. He’s in his most entrancing state.

He pulls his fangs out of her neck. A lazy, dark smirk breaks across his face as his head flicks up, lips smeared with blood. He draws his lips closer to her ears. But he's looking in your direction. Your breath catches in your throat, and a small shiver runs through you.

His senses are keen. That look was way too abrupt; he must’ve noticed your speeding heartbeat. You take a shaky step away from the door.  

“Don’t worry, she’s just a meal.”

You pause at the strike of his voice, clutching the neck of your silk slip and fidgeting with your fingers. Is he… talking to you?

His eyes suddenly set on yours, and immediately he starts pounding into her harder. His gaze feels like it's pulling you in. So sharp and somber. He wipes the blood from his lips with his thumb and licks it. His eyes fix on you with a bloody smirk.

“Your pathetic devotion to me is really entertaining, angel.”

Angel?? He is definitely talking to you.

You shudder at the realization. His tempered, gravel-like voice mixed with those cold words… The way he’s looking at you is like he’s completely forgotten about the other girl. His eyes look seized and fixated on you. You feel a warm pressure building in your core with nowhere to escape.

His cathedral canopy bed is banging against the wall with each stroke. Practically slamming through the wall and vibrates straight to your chest. It feels impossible to leave now.

You start shifting your hips helplessly. You just need to feel something. You press and rub your fingers against your warm sweet spot from the outside of your gown. Soft moans escape you and break through the crack of the door. You watch as blood drips from his chin and onto her breasts. This very sight is just mesmerizing.

You can’t stop imagining yourself in that position.

You would give it all to be her.

“Poor thing… Panting like a dog begging for scraps.”

He scoffs, thrusting into her relentlessly as he glares at you through the cracked door. It's like he’s everything he wants to do to you, to her.

“Come here, I want to see how disgusting you really are.”

Your eyes widen. Your mind's already made up, but your body is staggering. In all the time you’ve been a follower of his, you’ve never done anything like this with him. For it to start like this is more than humiliating.

But your heart feels like it wants nothing more than to rip out of your chest, and your clit is throbbing. Your body is begging for him.

You hesitate before weakly pushing the heavy door open. The way the door creaks feels like some sort of warning. It made an unusually cutting shriek. All it did was fuel your nagging curiosity.

As soon as you step into his room, it's like the entire energy of the chapel shifts. The pungent copper smell of blood is overwhelming. You can feel his bloodlust. A small quiver creeps through your skin. It’s sinister here. In spite of that, the way his presence and the atmosphere hit you is more intoxicating than anything.

The more you walk in, you can't help but look down at your feet in shame. Clenching your hands against the wet spot on the front of your gown. Even though he already knows you were standing there,  hopelessly watching, you can’t bear the thought of him fully seeing you like this.

He can be “kind” when he wants something out of you, but so cruel the moment he has material to use against you. He just loves the way you falter to him. He is callously seductive and does it in ways that leave you captivated. It feeds his primal instincts, and that's all you need.

“Come closer. I don't want you to miss a second.” A dark smile spread across his face.

The sound of his hips slamming into hers is emphatic. You take a couple of frail steps closer as your eyes scale the floors of the room. The intensity of the moment feels like it’s weighing you down.

“Aww, don’t get shy now. We’re giving you a show, shouldn’t you return the favor?”

He's saying that like it's an ordinary invitation, but by now you know him; he’s an absolutist.

It’s a demand that you’re more than willing to fulfill.

You drop to your knees as soon as the words leave his lips. You slowly lift up your gown with your eyes set on Toji’s. You slip your hand into your panties and circle your fingers against your clit. Gentle whines spill out of you.

“You’re such an obedient little pet, Angel.”

The rhythm of his strokes instantly sped up again, turning into shallow drills. And with the way he’s looking at you, you just know it.

He’s fucking her like she’s your proxy.

You start grinding along your fingers desperately, and those weak whines quickly turn into full-on moans. Your clit is pulsing rapidly with each shift. His raspy groans are growing louder as his strokes get faster.

Then,

All the noise stops.

“Hmm, how sad. She passed out. She’s useless now.”

He’s so cold….

But when you think about how badly you want him to ruin you, that's exactly what you mean.

Before you can blink or even move your hand, a strange blur fills your vision and a harsh breeze hits you. Instantly you feel his intense body heat. You look up to see him looming over you. You didn’t notice before, but his cock is huge. It’s so veiny and rigid. His cock is pulsing and glistening with arousal. Your eyes gloss over at the sight.

He squats down in front of you. His pupils are dilated, dazed, and full of lustful anguish.

Now you certainly can't shake it. That bloodlust you felt earlier was being directed right at you.

He cups your chin and tilts your head up. As your fingers rest, he grabs your arm with his free hand.

“Don’t stop.”

His eyes are piercing, and his words leave no room for denial, not that you would even want to. He’s way past compelling; this man is sensually hypnotic. He’s analyzing your every move. Every little jerk or moan, he’s taking it in.

“Tell me why you even came here?”

He already knows exactly why. He has a knack for sensing things people are hiding. He just wants to see if you’re brave enough to ask, and even if you are, he wants to see you struggle to spit it out.

You were so confident before setting foot in here, but now that you’re actually with him, you don’t even have the courage to say a thing.  

He presses your hand further against your clit as your fingers work. “If you aren’t gonna talk then–” A hitched breath escapes you. You don’t know what he’s gonna say, but you feel like you’ll regret it if you let him finish. “No!..I mean– Please just… wait..”

His hand leaves your arm as he shifts his weight onto you, pinning you onto the ground. Your hand slips out of your panties and hits the floor.

“Oh, angel…That’s not how this works.”

His hand trails up your hip as his breath brushes your collarbone. You can feel the adrenaline surging through you rapidly. Your heart is racing on another level, and your body feels so intensely warm.

He lets go of you and starts rubbing his throbbing tip against your clit through your panties. Sliding it between your slick-covered folds. You can feel pre-cum seeping through the cloth.

“Go on”

You take a deep, shaky breath. Your chest feels like it's caving in under the pressure as you inhale.

“Please… I want to be a vampire…” You whisper.

He’s focused on the veins of your neck. His jaw is clenching so tight his face muscles are twitching. You can see he’s physically fighting the urge to bite you too soon.

“You’ll get boring if I do that. Then I won't have any real need for you.”

He rips your panties off you and smirks. You slightly jerk at the abrupt feeling. You’re panting as his hand crawls up your neck. Suddenly, he wraps his hand around it without applying pressure.

“You know you’re my favorite; I wouldn’t want to get rid of you.”

He’s so selfish. Even so… his chilling words mixed with affirmations feel neurotic. You can’t understand why you’re so anchored to this man.

“Besides, I should taste you before you go begging me for shit.”

In one sudden explosive motion, Toji drives his hips against yours. Slamming his thick and pulsing cock into your wetness right as his sharp fangs sink into the crook of your neck. An inaudible gasp leaves your lips.

He didn’t even leave time for his statement to even register.

An immediate wave of foggy, heavy euphoria and an aching sense of relief hits you as he tugs on your neck. Leaving your body dazed and feeling overwhelmed with pleasure.

Finally, after months of isolation and borderline harassment from the other followers. This inebriating sense of security feels so much better than the sting in your neck.

Your chest is full of warm tingling flutters, and your veins are vibrating with straight ecstasy. It's utterly addicting. You can feel his tip twitch against your bobbing cervix with every deliberately heavy stroke.

You lock your arms around his broad and sculpted shoulders as your body caves. Your nails dive into the skin of his nape. You can feel yourself growing weaker and increasingly intoxicated by him the more of you he drinks. You feel so heavy yet light at the same time.

Your mind is far beyond your body.

Hushed growls come from him while his teeth dig further into you. His breathing is extremely heavy. He’s completely losing himself in your neck. If he keeps this up, you feel like you may faint right under him.

You try to scrape together whatever sense you have left to tell him to calm down.

“T-Toji…Slow–ly..”

Without another word, he rips his teeth out of your neck. The second you see his face, those dulled and senseless eyes, you realize,

he’s completely drunk off of you. He’s fully acting on impulse.

But... he still stopped?

The moment the other girl's eyes rolled back, he called her “useless”. But when it comes to you? Oh, he needs it to last. He craves more of you. Especially after waiting so long to taste you. Not only that, he needs you to soak in every agonizingly sensual sensation from him.

He starts eagerly licking the dripping bite mark he left. His cock feels like it's pulsing and growing more and more the harder he thrusts into you. Your pussy is clenching compulsively as your hips jerk away from him reflexively.

You're being pushed to the brink. Regardless, his body straightens up as he grabs your hips to keep you still.

He can’t have you running right after he just got a taste of you. What fun would that be?

Just from that motion, it feels like he’s digging deeper into you. He’s bouncing you onto his cock with a greedy smirk. Cries of lust break out of you. Your voice is only feeding his hunger.

He lets one hand off of your hip and cups your breast, groping it as he pinches your nipples. You’re so overstimulated that every one of your senses outside of his touch is dulling.

“You look like you’re gonna faint. Don’t tell me you’re worthless too, Angel…”

Those words are enough to bring you out of that deep haze. You swallow a soft whimper. “Mnngh…Noo..” All the strength you have is put into that one weak statement.

And all he can do is chuckle.

As if he doesn’t know what he’s doing to you.

He knows you’ll fade regardless. He has a cruel sense of humor.

Somehow, it’s that very same ruthless and tantalizing nature of his that draws you to him.

Without another word, he grabs your hips and buries his teeth into your neck. Piercing the same bite from earlier. Your back arches off of the floor and a screeching wince comes out of you before your body instantly relaxes, succumbing to his bite. His thrusts are sharpening as his body tenses up.

You feel so dizzy and stuck all at once. Your veins are running cold, but your core is burning with a pleasure that's about to burst. He’s ramming straight into your throbbing G-spot with manic pounds that echo through the room.

He’s gone completely feral.

Your moans and wails are being met with nothing but primal heavy breaths from him. His fingers dig into your hips as you helplessly writhe. Your eyes fall to the back of your head, and you choke on your breath.

A flood of dizzying euphoria and tingling hits you. His tip is glazing your walls as you desperately unfold under him. You feel yourself fading into a dream-like state as you ride out this intense sensation. It's pulling you in.

This must be what pure allure and rapture feel like.

Taglist: @iluvvsatoru @msnoirgirl @missingh3r (lmk if you wanna be added)

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕⦮ ⦯

[minayans]

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨From a food baby to.. an actual baby? ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

Tags: [MDNI]husband!nanami x foodie!wife reader. SMUT and a sprinkle of fluff. Breeding (?), p in v, oral sex (f recieving), mating press, freaks in an established relationship (married), pregnancy. I need to stop writing smut but this has been in my drafts..

Ever since you were a little kid, you looooved eating.

And it's not like your parents teaching you to try everything at least once helped as you ended up growing up to be a foodie with no pickiness when it comes to eating at all.

Enter Nanami who you met at 21, just a year from graduating college, at one of your new local bakeries which you had just discovered recently.

He was all crisp button downs, dark blue slacks, cuffed sleeves, messenger bag slung over his shoulder—a walking portrait of what you just wished you would be waking up to in less than 10 years.

You didn't expect to run into him any more times after you'd seen him at the pastry shop ever again, he's one of those sights you only see once in your life.

Well, you were very wrong.

That same week, same time, three days later when you went back for a pick me up, he was there. Picking up the same order you noticed he got last time, and somehow looking finer than Monday did him justice.

Just out of curiosity, you asked for the same sandwich he got—a French Casse-croûte—fresh ham and cheese hidden in a crisp baguette baked early in the morning.

So simple, yet so heavenly. Though, you underestimated your stomach's capacity of hosting the large sandwich and... Had a little food baby pressing against the linen cloth of your yellow sundress.

Nanami noticed you had purchased and consumed the same sandwich he had—though not a social person at all, he found himself walking over to your table and making small talk.

“I’m impressed you finished it.” He had commented, you were wiping remaining crumbs from the corners of your mouth when his voice startled you.

immediately you had flushed a deep shade of beetroot, suddenly feeling too conscious about your dress being a tad bit tighter around the waist, the hair sticking to your neck and the fire burning the apples of your cheeks.

because he was there talking to you when not even three days ago you were daydreaming about the handsome stranger you’d seen—the epitome of your type if you had one.

Grounding yourself surprisingly quickly, you had sheepishly smiled when replying “Oh it sure was a challenge..”, muttering.

then, you realised how greedy you sounded and immediately stirred to fix your words up.

“I mean—I, uh, I was just really hungry you know? At work-” you began rambling, hoping to save face in front of perfectly gelled back hair and sculptured cheekbones that had women’s knees weak for days.

but Nanami broke out in a soft chuckle he hadn’t realised he needed until a pretty stranger pulled one out of him.

he left you with his business card and called one day later like he promised.

Fast forward five years later, you still have the now-outdated business card neatly kept in your bedside table along with your husband’s initial draft for your wedding vows which you found more authentic than the version he ended up reading to the audience on your special day—heartwarming and emotional nonetheless.

Living with Kento has taught you a slow world you never thought existed within all of the noise and chaos.

Every page from a book is turned slowly, every step of the day is calculated with no effort—just routine, every hour with your husband is priceless.

And you didn’t imagine this side of life existed. Where every human sentiment somehow was deeper and stronger when it was shared with your person.

Living within Nanami’s comfort zone is learning that his routine bends to you, and eventually incorporates your life into his.

It’s learning that he loves waking up with the sheets tangled between your legs, one of his hands buried in your head as your face is pressed against his bare chest.

That he adores pressing reverent kisses to your neck, forehead, palm, temple. With a burning gaze that said more than any verbal statement could.

However, you learn that your husband relishes in afteroon reading with you snugly tucked by his side on the loveseat in your makeshift library corner, more than the normal person does.

Which is exactly where you are, pressed against his side, head on his shoulder, half of your brain paying attention to the words on the page he’s reading, the other half dipping into a dangerous side as you feel his warmth spread over you.

You’re insatiable, just hours ago Kento cooked you a full-course meal because you woke up “feeling empty” not really knowing what is wrong with you and thinking that just a hearty meal will do.

Creamy alfredo pasta did not in fact solve your issue. Now, once again with an empty stomach, you hold in the urge to open your mouth and disturb your husband’s reading.

Just what were you even going to complain about? It’s not like you were hungry.

And then it clicks.

Slowly, the corners of your lips gently pull upward as your fingers trace up his torso, feeling the dip of his hard abs, the rough lines of scars underneath his breathable pijama shirt.

God he is a sight for sore eyes.

The cogs turn in your head as you start to wriggle your way out from underneath his muscular arm draped over your figure, which was holding you close to him, palm on your hip.

His head turns from the book balanced between his fingers, eyes zeroing on your shifting figure that was slowly crawling over his bulky legs.

An eyebrow of his subtly lifts subconsciously as he carefully watches your every moment. The book in his hand lowers and closes—page forgotten, bookmark nowhere to be seen—as you sit yourself on his lap facing him, knees digging into the soft leather of the loveseat.

Using your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself, you slightly fight back a smirk when you feel Kento's hands find their place on your waist almost instantly after you get comfortable.

This position is no stranger to either of you—which is why Nanami puts the pieces of the puzzle together quicker than anyone else could. So this is what you meant when you said you felt empty?

It makes even more sense when he remembers that a few days ago it said you would be ovulating soon. Absentmindedly, his fingers trace gentle figures on your hips where his hands have lowered to.

You peer down at him, swimming in his alluring hazel eyes full of an unspeakable kind of love—feeling yourself melt into him.

He breaks the silence, "What is it, darling?" Even though he knows the clear answer, he asks.

Drawing closer to him, your head dips past his chin and you go to press a light kiss to his throat, feeling him swallow when you do. The familiar shape of him starts to grow beneath you.

Again, you feel pride creep up your spine, but you push it down and kiss the side of his neck—itching closer to his collarbone with each kiss peppered. You hear his breath lose it's steadyness little by little.

After a bit of teasing, you finally answer with a shrug "I feel..weird.” Letting a defeated sigh slip past your lips as they press up and at the peak of his right cheekbone.

“Weird?” He chokes out. “What do you mean by weird honey?”

You hum as you shift over him, deliberately circling letters over his lap and dragging your thinly covered warmth against him.

“I guess I feel kind of.. empty.” The sultry tone in which your voice has dropped to makes blood rush at an embarrassing speed to Nanami’s cock—stiffening like a teenager underneath you.

“Yeah?” He hums.

You bite your lips, tongue then tracing your canines as you run your hands over his broad chest.

“Yeah.”

“I can do something about that.” His hand curves around your ass, firmly grabbing onto the skin—not enough to hurt, enough to have you dripping even more.

Your eyes lift to his face—his clean face,shaved, no hair to see, pink lips, drooping eyes. “You can?” You muse.

He smiles, a smirk he tried to suppress knowing what you’re going to ask for next.

“Like what?”

And before your question can even land, he gets up. Two hands under your thigh, effortlessly carrying your body.

Carefully, he turns and lays you down on the loveseat. Bracing his broad frame by the armrests—face dangerously close to yours.

Noses brushing, musk and manliness oozing out of him so much your legs close and you can feel yourself pulsing down there.

The roles are reversed and you are so whipped for your husband it’s not even funny anymore. How he has completely turned the tables.

A pin drops somewhere and Kento’s lips gently latch onto yours. Warmth and love exploding in your chest. Neediness clawing at you as your hands wrap around his shoulder’s.

He kisses like you’re a forbidden fruit he can’t resist tasting—happily accepting his sin. Basking in it when a swipe of his tongue under your lips opens a whole world he knows at the back of his hand.

You feel him exploring you—one hand running up your thigh—pressing a thumb against the wet material of your panties.

A moan from you vibrates against his lips. He detaches to hear more as his fingers slip past the lace and dive right into you.

The needy whine that escapes you has him thanking the gods for your paths crossing—for the universe giving him such a good wife.

His mind starts to run wild at the thought of what he’s going to do to you.

Thought he would never push or admit it. Nanami has found himself getting turned on way too often lately at the sight of you bloated, belly full of food after a hearty meal.

At the beginning of your relationship, he tried to ignore the sight—figuring you’d get insecure or uncomfortable if he looked at it for too long.

But he’s been having a hard time not relishing in your well-fed shape.

He’d never admit he cooks more food than usual lately to see you drape your hand under the protruding curve and huff out like you’re in pain from eating so much.

Because the sight of you so full drives him insane.

So insane the thought of using a condom doesn’t even cross his mind when you have sex. It doesn’t help that you have no intention of reminding him.

What would you look like if you were full of him?

His child.

A walking testament of him feeding you well.

A sharp moan snaps him out of his thoughts and he kneels down, taking his slicked fingers from your pussy and spreading your legs wide in front of him.

You’re blushing like crazy. Heat crawling up your spine, bundling up at your neck and cheeks—he’s barely even touched you.

Nanami’s big hands slide under your legs, hooking onto the thin material that has snapped back in place and pulling it off.

His face comes closer to your pussy subconsciously—body begging for a taste before his mind can even catch up.

And he dives in, hands hooked on your thighs, pulling you down the seat and closer to his face so he can lick up your slicked lips.

You become putty in his hands, back already arching off the seat. He sucks and sucks, greets with open mouthes kisses—reverently devours like it’s his first time on earth.

Nose casually nudging your entrance, making your body jerk so violently that you almost cry at the blissful feeling.

Kento’s tongue slides into your walls, tasting your sweet nectar straight from the source and losing himself in its sweetness.

Your mind starts going blank, babbles of complete nonsense spilling out of your mouth as he jumpstarts your orgasm.

“Honey—don’t stop-please—“

He doesn’t, instead, a finger slips in—unexpectedly, but so welcome one your desperate hole starts clenching around him.

“Shit I’m going to—” You try to tell him the coil in your lower belly is going to snap but it does before you’re finished, coating his tongue, chin and nose in you and only you.

Panting, you try to catch your breath but your husband’s jaw doesn’t put itself to rest as he continues to lap up every drop of your juices over your sensitive clit.

Back arching off the loveseat, high-pitched moans rip from your chest from the overstimulation.

“Kento—” You whine.

He pulls back silent, shiny chin and drowsy eyes looking up at you from his position—a sinful picture that has heat pooling in between your legs again.

“Yes, sweetheart?” The urge to ride his face when his deep voice calls out to you with those nicknames is immense, but you want him.

“Inside—please go-”

“Your words, darling, use them.” Your hands find his forearm rested over your spread thigh and you dig your fingernails into them.

“Ken, please—please fuck me.”

A frown overtakes his face, lips disapprovingly pulling down into a pityful pout.

“I’m not going to fuck you, honey. I’ve already told you that.”

And it’s true, Nanami does not fuck. He is a stranger to the act of using someone as a tool for him to get off, belittle them into a good fuck or a bad one.

He loves.

And he loves you so much.

“Love me, Ken.”

A small smirk breaks out.

You have him.

He climbs over you, heavy—muscular thighs barely fitting between your spread out legs where he presses his clothed hard-on against your slit.

From the sensitivity, you almost moan against him.

His lips latch onto yours again, hungrily yet deliberately finding their way down your throat—making you taste your remains on his tongue.

Your hands travel down to the hem of his thin cotton sweatpants and hook your fingers both onto that seam, and his boxer’s waistband.

Simultaneously, the two layers that were between the both of you drop to the floor. Thick 7,5 inches to match his 6 feet of height.

Girthy, one prominent vein leading to the shaft and bringing your eyes to his dusty blonde happy trail.

Sculpted v-line that has you going feral for days.

Gosh, you really love your husband in all of his glory.

Wrapping your hand—and barely being able to fully grasp it—around him, you stroke a few times before rubbing him against your bare pussy.

A shock of electricity shooting up your spine at the feeling of his precum mixing with your slick. Nanami groans against your lips before delicately pulling your hand away and taking over.

Already nudging at the entrance has you biting down his soft lips to hold back a moan.

The tip slips inside after some coaxing, your fingernails dig into his shoulder’s for stability, legs shaking for the pressure.

Kento tries to tether you, “That’s it, love. Relax, I got you.”

And he really does.

He pulls away from your lips every time he pushes himself a bit more inside, carefully watching your face—searching for any sign of pain or backing out.

Not once do you display any, so he bottoms out. Balls pressing against the soft skin of your ass against the expensive leather.

While you adjust, still inside, he rearranges both of your legs to rest over his shoulders as he hunches and looms over you.

Slowly, he starts moving. The reverent drags of his cock between your velvety walls tattoos itself into your gummy brain.

Eyes fluttering—opening and closing from pleasure, you feel yourself start to ascend to that personal heaven he always takes you to.

You clench around his size, unable to relax but enjoying the burn so much.

A hand of yours claws at his shirt, trying to bring him closer, harder. He wastes no time in delivering his sweet wifes request.

One thrust and you feel him in your throat, pale pink tip pushing past your cervix—probably going to bruise it later on.

But you love it.

And he continues. In and out, back and forth. A frothy creamy ring building at the base where your bodies meet.

He sees the bulge of him in your stomach, the imprint of his cock peeking through and his mind goes haywire.

The image of your protruding stomach after a meal, the idea of you leaking with his cum running down your thighs, the thought of a little baby with your genetics growing inside of your swollen belly.

Nanami’s control breaks with a hard snap.

His hips slow down, gently stroking your insides now. No longer pulling you apart. But he shifts, lowers his chest down, teeth finding your nipples and cock angled at a new direction.

You try to focus on what he’s doing still. Then the controlled thrust comes—slow, but so deep you know this is how he can get a baby in you.

Now, you feel full.

And you can only hope he leaves you this way.

“Mmh-Kento?”

He detaches his head from your tit. “Yes, sweetie?”

His cock slides out your pussy until only the very tip of it is inside before he rams himself home again.

“Oh my go—” you get cut off from your vision going blank at the pleasure. “—Kento, stay- inside.”

You clench around him, not wanting him to leave.

“Oh?” He knows what you want. He’s your husband after all. Doting, careful.

“Please.” You breathe out, pleading, clawing at his back under his shirt. His pace picks up just enough to be rhythmic but intimate.

“You want me to fill you up?”

Not even a beat goes by before you whimper. “Yesyesyes.”

So he stays inside. He finds your clit with thick fingers, gives her enough attention for you to get on cloud 9.

Slams into you till you spasm around his cock and then fills you up. Paints your insides with him.

And suddenly, you no longer feel empty.

But maybe you need a few more rounds to ensure you will be full of him for some time.

At 9 months pregnant though, you desperately need to feel empty. The weight of your son making you feel like an overfilled dumpling about to pop.

Your husband has his large hands that got you in this position in the first place are on your lower back, applying pressure and massaging your aching hips while you hunch over the edge of the hospital bed while your lower half bounces on a gym ball.

“Ken, I curse you and your heavy baby.”

He doesn’t know if he should laugh or comfort you. No, he’s not vexed at all by you cursing him—he knows how his heavy son has been giving you a hard time in your first pregnancy so he’s not going to deny he is the cause of it.

In the end, he chooses the latter. “Just a bit more, honey. You’re strong, he’ll be here in no time.”

“He better be or I’ll strangle you!”

He got his nine months of your stomach poking out from under your clothes, nine months of you looking like a goddess around the house and glowing more than the sun.

Nine months of it driving him crazy how you are swollen with him.

Who knew his wife being a foodie would turn him on so much…

Anyway,

Nanami Kento is right where he wants to be.

Fanart by aradiart (middle one) and k_u_r_o_2_ both on X. Oh and a 🤍 for u!

[dolcemisu]

frat!kuna likes to fluster his shy tutor !

“so that’s our answer?” sukuna asked. he didn’t understand why he had to basically beat around the bush just to find the correct answer. math was beneath him.

“not quite… we’re almost there,” you said, trying to keep your voice upbeat. he’d gotten all the questions wrong on the same topic, so you didn’t want to discourage him. plus, the allotted time for tutoring sessions ended in—you glanced at the clock—around ten minutes. maybe only a miracle could help him.

sukuna groaned softly, dragging his hands down his face. “does any of this make sense to you? it’s idiotic.” he gestured to all the work on the page with his hand.

you blinked at him, trying to not let your face falter, but it was hard with the way his eyes bore into yours. you quickly looked away and cleared your throat. “we’re almost there.” you glanced the clock again before grabbing your pencil again. “now, do you remember what to do…here?” you tapped the tip of your pencil where he left off. he frowned at the page and grunted.

“i can’t even see from over here,” he complained. he moved his chair closer to you, scooting over to the point where your arms were touching. now, you were painfully aware of his presence. your heart stopped as he leaned in even closer to see where you were pointing. the smell of his cologne wafted through the air. to your surprise, he smelled good. you thought frat guys hardly showered. sukuna smelled fresh and clean in a way that was oddly comforting.

sukuna smirked, realizing he had thrown you off track. “you were saying?” he asked, not even trying to hide his amusement. you cleared your throat. where were you again? your mind blanked as the numbers stared back at you.

“you alright?” his voice was practically in your ear.

you nodded, swallowing hard. the way your heart pounded frustrated you. you only had a few minutes left to make sure he left the session understanding the content. yet, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t think straight.

“i think we were here,” he leaned in and pointed on the page. the way you froze as he inched closer didn’t go unnoticed by him. you nodded frantically and put your head down, writing frantically.

“woah woah, slow down. geez, i’m struggling here, remember?” he chuckled as your hand slowly came to a stop. you lifted your head up, ashamed you’d left your mentee behind in the dust.

“i’m so sorry, i have no idea what’s going on with me today.”

“i think i might have an idea of what it might be.” he grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief.

your heart dropped to your stomach. he couldn’t know—could he? were you that obvious?

“i am so sorry. i promise it’s not like that at all. i’m just not used to being super close to people during sessions—or like, ever—so that’s my fault for not being as focused as i typic—”

“woah, slow down. i meant the way you kept checking the clock. you got somewhere to be?” he tilted his head slightly and studied you. “boyfriend?”

“what? no! i uhm—” you stammered. you wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. somehow, within the span of thirty seconds, you exposed yourself to your cute classmate under little to no pressure from him. that had to be a new world record.

he grinned at you. “okay good, i’m glad to hear that. now, can we please finish the problem?”

“of course we can and—wait what?”

sukuna checked the time on his phone. “shit, looks like we’re out of time. same time next week?” he raised an eyebrow at you. you could only nod and watch as he gathered his things. he waved goodbye before walking out of the library. you slumped your head on your textbook and let out a frustrated sigh. now you had to spend the next week trying to figure out how to wipe someone’s memory. starting off with your own.

[bambismoon]

apocalypse - two undergroundboxer!kuna x reader [soulmate au]

warnings [mdni] - angst | sad chapter | mainly reader focused | not much tbh

wc - 8.5k

series masterlist

∞

the days blurred together after the night you met your soulmate. 

at some point, winter fell into spring and the cold was officially gone. 

you only knew that because the hydrangea outside your balcony had finally bloomed after many mornings you had spent watching and waiting. 

everything else looked relatively the exact same. morning sunlight still spilled across your spacious bedroom in soft golden rectangles. ani still slimbed into your bed every morning at precisely eight, curling against your ribs until you reluctantly reached over to scratch behind his ears sleepily. 

the city kept moving but you simply couldn’t. 

something had changed within you. 

you slept more or maybe you just spent more time laying in bed with your eyes closed, because sleep rarely came anymore and it wasn’t because of he who shall not be named. it was simply because your body refused to rest and whenever it did, it was shallow enough that the bond never really let you forget him. 

sometimes he’d be awake before dawn, most times he didn't sleep at all. sometimes he’d train until your shoulders ached and sometimes his nightmares crawled beneath your skin just before sunrise. 

so, all seems to be well in his world, not much has changed.

the only difference is that you didn’t soothe him anymore. 

for years, you’d spent your time doing little things without thinking, the purest intentions nudged forward by the sheer hope that your soulmate wasn’t all bad. gone were the mornings you’d spend stretching, the coloring books you’d purchased to calm him sat untouched on your desk in the study room and you didn’t spend nights hugging yourself to sleep. 

it wasn’t even out of spite, at least not entirely. you simply couldn’t bear the thought of taking care of someone who had looked you in the eye and told you that there was no us. 

after everything you had done for him. 

there is no us. 

his voice echoed while brushing your teeth, while making coffee and when you sat your pharmacology exam. 

there is no us. 

the cruelest part was that your body still betrayed you. 

every friday night, anxiety settled beneath your ribs before sunset. 

every saturday morning, you woke with bruises blooming beneath your skin that didn’t belong to you. 

your soulmate still existed. he still fought and bled and despite everything, some pathetic part of you remained attentive to it, just enough to make sure he was alive. 

you hated yourself for that most of all because hope was a difficult thing to kill, especially after you spent years nurturing that very hope. 

but you could feel the hope within you die slowly, one disappointment at a time. 

“she’s doing it again.” 

you blinked slowly as shoko’s voice drifted into focus from somewhere across your apartment. 

“hmm?” you hummed as you looked up at the girls who were standing before you in your living room, arms crossed. 

“you’ve been staring at nothing for the past ten minutes…” utahime chimed in lowly, “kinda like you have been the last few weeks. ever since that night.”

neither of them asked what happened that night anymore, not because they weren’t curious. after you had remained silent the first ten times they asked, they decided that you would tell them on your own time. 

but they had seen enough. they knew ryomen sukuna was something to you and utahime had very quickly concluded that the underground fighter was your soulmate. 

they found you at home with swollen eyes and mascara halfway down your cheeks and they knew something inside you had gone frighteningly quiet since. 

“i was thinking we’d go shopping today?” shoko questioned, eyes wide and hopeful, a grin stretching her cheeks as she rocked back and forth on her feet. 

you had barely left the apartment as of late and your friends were growing extremely concerned, especially at the lack of shopping bags lining your door, as they did every spring sale. 

you smiled gently, eyes drowned in grief, “maybe another day, m’feeling tired.” 

the girls both shared a look, exchanging glances that spoke volumes, pupils lined with worry and apprehension alike. 

you weren’t tired, you were grieving. 

you weren’t even grieving a relationship or a man, you were grieving every version of your future you’d quietly built over seven years. the one where fate had known what it was doing, the one where your soulmate looked at you the way the men in your favorite romcoms do. 

you had hoped those years of turmoil and sleepless nights meant something, that it would lead to something that would make it all worth it. 

truly, the only thing you could think of to describe what you were going through was bella swan in new moon. that one scene that practically shaped your childhood in which she was grieving edward through the seasons, the depression pulling her deeper with each month that passed.

except, you didn’t have edward cullen who’d devoted himself to bella. 

instead, fate had given you ryomen sukuna. 

a man who had spent years implicitly convincing you he was impossible to love only for you to discover he’d been right. 

∞

ryomen sukuna knew anger better than anyone. 

he knew the way the emotion would sneak up on him, the way it grasped at his lungs until he shook with it and most of all, he knew how to use it. 

that was one of the first things toji ever learned about him. 

when he was sixteen, the anger made him reckless and at twenty-three, that same anger made him dangerous. 

except, toji didn’r recognize this. 

this wasn’t anger, it was something much worse, almost like self-loathing. 

the heavy bag lurched violently beneath another punch, then another and another. over and over again. as if sukuna was aiming to hurt himself.

“sukuna.” 

sukuna ignored the man, his fist colliding with the bag hard enough that something inside his hand shifted unpleasantly. 

it didn't matter, though. nothing did. so he punched it again. 

“you’re gonna break your fuckin’ hand, kid.” 

sukuna stopped then, chest heaving as he catched his breath. sweat trailed down his chest, shimmering against his tattooed skin till it caught on the fabric of his waistband. 

the gym was quiet, not unusual for a tuesday afternoon. most fighters didn’t bother training until evening, leaving only the rhythmic squeak of trainers against worn canvas and the dull thud of sukuna’s fists against the bag echoing through the room. 

usually, sukuna liked the silence but lately, he despised it. 

the silence only made her louder. 

he still felt her, fucking everywhere, every goddamn day. 

except she had changed, fundamentally so. before meeting her, the bond had been easy to ignore, to push aside and dismiss as a hindrance more than anything else. 

his soulmate was merely an idea, a voice without a face and warmth without eyes. 

now? now she was this pretty fiery thing with a pair of doe eyes that he saw everytime he closed his own. fuck, she was the prettiest goddamn thing he’d ever seen and he wished fate wasn’t so cruel to give him a dream when he was a fucking nightmare.

he couldn’t escape her anymore. 

“enough.” toji’s voice cut cleanly through the gym as sukuna began punching once more at the mere memory of her devastating features. 

toji walked over, caught the heavy bag with one hand and held it perfectly still, muscles straining against his compression shirt. 

sukuna glared at the motion, “move.” 

“fuck off, ya little shit,” toji scoffed, moving to shove sukuna back and away from the bag and he could see the pink-haired fighter’s nostrils flare in irritation, “get yourself together, you have a fight today, you don’t wear yourself out.” 

sukuna merely breathed heavily, eyes deep and almost wounded, cheeks flushed with exertion as toji glared right back. 

“you look a fuckin’ mess.” toji muttered with a scoff, taking a hold of the cigarette that rested behind his ear, lighting it quickly before resting it against his pink lips, “your girl?”

sukuna’s jaw clenched at his words as he bit at the velcro strap on his right glove, allowing it to tumble onto the ground before ripping the other one off. 

only then did he collapse on the floor of the ring, chest heaving as the adrenaline began washing away, quickly replaced with utter detestation. 

not for her, not even for toji but for him. he fucking despised himself. 

his eyes were trained on the stained ceilings as the words left him, “she fuckin’ hates me.”  

toji remained silent for a moment, taking a drag of his smoke before shrugging, “did you expect any less? you made her life fuckin’ miserable.” 

sukuna ddin’t even feel the anger coursing through him at his words because there was none. he was right. toji was completely correct. 

she had every fucking right to hate him, hell, isn’t that what he wanted anyways? 

he just didn’t expect it to be such a hard pill to swallow, his soulmate hating him. 

“that why you’ve been distracted?”

toji’s question made sukuna scoff instantly, eyes shifting to glance at the black haired man. 

“distracted?” sukuna scoffed, “i won every fuckin’ fight like i always fuckin’ do.”

toji scoffed, taking another drag, “you’ve taken more hits this month than you have the last two years.” 

sukuna’s jaw clenched because toji was right. 

“you missed asahi’s left hook last week.” toji continued, voice monotonous and emotionless to anyone that didn’t know him. 

but sukuna recognized the edge in his voice and it irked him, “it was a good move-”

toji scoffed instantly, “it was predictable as fuck and you know it. that’s a hit you could dodge with your fuckin’ eyes shut, don’t play with me, asshole.” 

toji scoffed, shaking his head as he turned away, walking towards the ropes. 

sukuna’s eyes remained on the ceiling, chest clenching in a way he wasn’t used to, a weight that was new or one he’d never noticed before. 

and he wasn’t sure why his mouth opened to toji of all people but he did. 

“she stopped calmin’ me down.” 

toji paused before turning to gaze down at the man whose crimson gaze remained fixed on the crack in the ceiling that toji vowed to fix years ago. 

“the nightmares are bad again…and i’m so damn angry all the fuckin’ time…” sukuna’s mouth spoke before he could stop it, “i knew she was takin’ care of me, i just didn’t think-”

he paused then, jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as toji allowed a small sigh to leave his lips. 

sympathy wrapped around him at the sight of the young man grieving something he never even wanted. a part of him knew it was sukuna’s fault and sukuna’s fault alone. 

the other part of him, the part that had taken the angry sixteen year old under his wing, knew that sukuna didn’t know better. he wasn’t taught better. 

all he knew was pain and violence so what would calloused hands do with something so soft and fragile like a soulmate? he was bound to break it. 

toji knew this was something sukuna had to do alone, it was growth that he would be forced to go through because toji knew how helpless one could be without their soulmate. and now that the two had met, there was no going back for sukuna and he would soon learn that for himself. 

“if you can’t go a day without thinkin’ of her, maybe you’re not meant to be apart…” toji stated lowly in a rare show of wisdom before bringing the smoke to his lips, “tonight, you’re goin’ against gojo again. you know how he is with his elbow, i expect you to fuckin’ see it comin’ this time.” 

with that, toji turned and jumped down from the ropes towards his back office, leaving sukuna to mull over the older man’s words. 

not meant to be apart? 

well, sure, they were soulmates, they were meant to be inseparable. but fate had made a mistake with him by tying an angel to him. 

what the fuck did she do to deserve him? 

after their meeting, he couldn’t even stomach the sight of another girl. 

the others didn’t have her eyes, the mole by her collarbone, the plushness of her pretty lips. 

they were all kinds of wrong. 

she used to stretch every morning. he remembered because his own muscles always felt strangely light even after a brutal session. 

his nightmares also became less frequent around the same time she’d started university. 

reading, coloring, coffee, music, warm blankets. 

she was all those little things, thousands of miniscule details that he’d never asked for but needed more than anything. 

they were things she’d never stopped doing, warmth she never stopped carrying…until now. 

slowly, sukuna flexed his aching fingers with a low grimace. everything fucking hurt. 

not because he trained harder but because she’d finally let him carry the weight alone. 

just like he’d asked her to. 

∞

shoko had started letting herself into your apartment way more often.

not because she lacked manners but because you had stopped regularly answering your phone.

she simply had no choice and your spare key that was usually left in the vase by the door was now in her possession. 

you heard the front door open somewhere beyond your bedroom, followed by familiar footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors. 

“morning, anikan!” shoko’s voice softly greeted the fluffy brown cat guarding your door like a doberman. a sleepy meow followedbefore your bedroom door practically slammed against your wall. 

“absolutely not.” 

you cracked one eye open. 

shoko stood in your doorway, already dressed for her literature lecture in an oversized brown leather jacket and jean shorts. 

she narrowed her eyes at your body burrowed beneath egyptian cotton, wide eyes peaking from beneath the duvet before glancing at the blackout curtains. 

“dude, it is eleven thirty.” shoko stated, arms crossing as she walked further into your room, socked feet padding against the carpeted floors before stopping at the edge of your bed, “didn’t you have a lecture at nine? you’ve missed a million fucking lectures!” 

“i’m caught up.” you groaned into your pillow, pulling your pink throw blanket against your chest, as if it would shield you from her judgmental gaze. 

“you watch recordings in bed.” 

you shrugged, “yeah, they’re fucking recorded for a reason.” 

shoko stared at you for a long beat before her eyes shut, letting out a sigh as if she was mustering up all the patience known to man, “i never thought i’d say this, but i miss your neurotic self when your priority was your damn routine.” 

you felt your heart clench gently. you knew she meant well but her words had stung because no one missed yourself more than you. 

you missed your discipline, your inability to stay at home all day, your daily walks and the way you looked forward to writing your stupid notes. 

dread filled you at the mere thought of leaving the comfort of your penthouse. 

you swallowed the lump in your throat, “sorry to disappoint, sho.” 

shoko instantly sighed, moving forward to sit at the edge of your bed, hand resting against your waist above the blankets, “what happened? what happened to you? where’d you go?” 

the gentleness in her voice almost made you cry, eyes blurring with tears as a lump grew in your throat once more. 

you attempted to blink them away but all that did was make it trickle down your hollowed out cheeks, “i don’t feel like myself anymore.” 

silence filled the room for a moment as you closed your eyes and buried your face into the blanket. 

then shoko’s hand moved up your back between your shoulder blades before moving back down in comforting and warm caresses. 

“you don’t have to feel like yourself today,” shoko stated quietly, “you can just pretend, yeah? eventually she’ll come back. come to class with me then we’ll get matcha from that place downtown that you love.” 

you felt the knot in your chest loosen just a bit before you peaked up at her from beneath the duvet, red rimmed eyes and all, “the one in chinatown?” 

shoko grinned gently, fingers pushing back the strand of hair on your forehead to behind your ear, “yup. they have a new strawberry one for spring.” 

shoko’s chest tightened at the way your eyes lit up just the slightest bit, finally shifting the blankes to below your chin, “i know that you’re bribing me but that sounds super good.” 

shoko smiled softly, “mhm. they even have this pink cold foam.” 

you groaned, “okay, i’m up. give me twenty.” 

∞

fourty minutes later, you found yourself walking across campus with your hands crossed against your chest, adorned in a mini slip skirt and a quarter sleeve shirt, feet adorned in a pair of designer flipflops. your face was bare, dark circles beneath your eyes that were hidden behind expensive dark sunglasses, your tote against your side. 

the humanities building sat on the opposite side of the university from the science building and you’d never really had  a reason to come here besides occasionally dropping shoko or hime off. 

it was definitely an older building, tall stained glass windows caught the late morning sun, spilling ribbons of amber across worn wooden floors. shelves upon shelves lined the corridor, overflowing with books and students sat scattered across window seats with books in hand, reading quietly. 

you frowned slightly, “this building is so pretty, why is the science one so boring?”

shoko looked entirely too pleased as she smiled, “i told you, it looks like hogwarts.” 

by the time you reached the lecture theatre, most seats had already filled up. 

“i’ve never seen a lecture so full.” you stated as shoko sat at the very front row, pulling out her ipad as you sat beside her. 

“oh, you’ll know why soon.” she giggled softly, turning her ipad on as you furrowed your brows at her ominous words. 

just as your mouth parted to question her further a man stepped through the doorway carrying a leather satchel and a ceramic coffee cup. 

your eyes followed the man, tall and broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit. his blonde hair was neatly styled, reading glasses resting low against the bridge of his nose as he set his coffee carefully on the desk.

he was both extremely attractive and young for a literature professor. 

“ugh, he’s so yummy.” shoko shook her head, eyes fixated on the man as her apple pen rested between her teeth.

your eyes furrowed, “does percy know you drool over your literature professor.” 

shoko turned to you with a small grin, “mhmm. he joins me sometimes.” 

you scoffed with a small giggle as she shook her head once more. 

“he’s gorgeous…” shoko sighed dreamily, “professor kento nanami, what a fucking man.” 

your eyes turned to him once more, heart stilling when you noticed his gaze already fixated on you. was he mad that you were here when you weren’t in his class? 

then he offered a small smile, one that washed away your worries, replacing it with relief. you met his eyes as you offered a polite one of your own. 

then you felt it, the subtle creeping of anger, hot and wild, beneath your ribs. fuck, this really wasn’t the time. 

your eyes shut momentarily, willing yourself-him-to calm down, simply for your own peace and not his. your thumb momentarily brushed against your knuckles, soft but achingly warm. 

professor nanami began speaking then, greeting the class before offering a short briefing about the learning objectives for the lecture.

your eyes were still closed, feeling the anger ever so slowly wash away. 

“devils dick?” shoko whispered gently as you merely nodded once, eyes opening once more when the overwhelming sensation dissolved into nothing more than indifference. 

“m’fine.” you stated once before shoko merely nodded, sensing your reluctance to speak about it before you both looked back at professor nanami. 

he was speaking about symbolism in nineteenth century literature with a calm intellect that somehow made an entire lecture room lean forward to grasp onto every word. 

you knew part of it was his achingly handsome features, but his teaching was truly interesting. 

“you know he’s a non-existent?” shoko mentioned as your brows furrowed just a bit. 

he had no soulmate? it was a bit poetic. the man who read and taught love sonnets and poems would never know the feeling of being tied to one person. of fate choosing someone that was supposed to make you whole, to fit the pieces of you that you didn’t know were missing. 

“lucky bastard.” you huffed out, leaning back and crossing your arms as shoko snorted gently. 

you believed non-existents were the lucky ones, not the ones with soulmates. because non-existents had the privilege of choice, the ability to love someone intentionally.

that was far more romantic, in your opinion. they weren’t stripped of the choice and forced into obligation. they were free. 

six weeks ago, you would’ve pitied him and now, you envied him. 

no phantom bruises, no sleepless nights, no wondering whether fate had ruined your life before you’d even lived it. 

a type of peace you’d forever grieve. 

you looked back towards the front of the room and for the first time in weeks, you wondered what that might feel like. 

at that exact moment, professor nanami looked up, hazel eyes meeting yours for a moment, faltering gently before moving on. 

he was all professional and brief, but something about his expression lingered and you weren’t sure if you liked it.

the hour lecture had passed relatively quickly, possibly because it was actually interesting. 

It was nice. not life-changing but interesting enough to pull you from the fog you’d been living in. 

the shopping district buzzed around you, people weaving between boutiques with paper bags swinging from their wrists while the sun beat down on the pavement. 

somehow, your little matcha outing had turned into a full shopping spree, courtesy of solely you. 

shoko held two shopping bags in each hand, huffing as you made your way out of another boutique, your own hands full of bags as well. 

“you did not need another pair of ballet flats!” shoko huffed out as you glanced at her through your dark sunglasses, smiling gently. 

“no, i didn’t,” you flipped your hair over your shoulder with a flick of your head, “i wanted it. plus, it was on sale so it was practically free!”

shoko groaned as you began walking down the pavement once more, your eyes already searching for the next place you would inflict damage upon your father’s black card in your bag, “it was still like five hundred bucks!” 

you merely shrugged with a giggle at her glare. 

for the first time in weeks, the conversation felt easy. not effortless but easier. you were making a very active effort not to think about the reason why your wrist was aching just a bit. 

as you both rounded another corner, the familiar green logo across the street caught your eye and you slowed instinctively, “i want a pau chocolate.” 

shoko stopped in her tracks, looking up at the bakery before nodding frantically, “yes, please! i need fucking fuel, my feet hurt!” 

you rolled your eyes before making your way into the trendy little bakery, daniel caesar playing softly from the speakers as shoko immediately took a seat, shopping bags at her feet. 

you laughed gently as she huffed before her screen lit up with an incoming call and you knew who it was from the small smile painting her lips when she caught sight of the name. 

“it’s perc. i should take this.” 

you rolled your eyes affectionately, “gross.” 

shoko grinned, “whatever. i only spoke to him twice today, couldn’t even say goodbye to him this morning.” 

you made a face, “please get a hobby.” 

“my hobby is my soulmate.” 

the words landed heavier than either of you expected, your face dropping just a bit as shoko’s smile faltered almost immediately, “s-sorry-”

you instantly forced a grin, scoffing out a laugh that was equally as forced, “ew, don’t apologize, you’re good. i’m gonna grab our pastries, you take the call.” 

shoko instantly shot you a smile before accepting the call as you moved to stand in line, faintly listening to the uncharacteristic softness in shoko’s voice. 

a familiar ache settled beneath your ribs, a bitterness you despised. not jealousy but longing. you wished you had what percy and shoko did. 

once, that would’ve been you. 

you shook your head softly before reading the menu on the wall despite knowing exactly what you wanted. 

“i wouldn’t suppose you’d have any recommendations for me, would you?” 

you turned instantly and your lips parted at the sight of professor nanami stood behind you in the queue, a neatly folded newspaper tucked beneath his arm. 

a newspaper? how old was this guy? 

it was a bit endearing, though. 

he looked oddly out of place outside campus, less professor and more…man. his tie had been loosened slightly, sleeves rolled neatly to reveal his veiny forearms. 

you smiled softly up at him, “unless you have a raging sweet tooth, i wouldn’t take my recommendation.” 

his lips twitched upward a bit, “hmm. i wouldn’t have guessed.” 

you merely tilted your head, wide eyes fluttering up at him with a gentle smile. 

“i don’t believe i’ve seen you in my lectures before,” he spoke once more, “you are not one of my students, right?” 

you shook your head, “no, i was just sitting in with a friend. i’m in pharmaceutics.” 

“i thought so,” he hummed thoughtfully, “i would have remembered y-”

he cut himself off, a flush of pink coating his cheeks as your breath hitched gently, heat crept into your cheeks despite yourself. 

“i-i didn’t mean-” he began as you shook your head, a small giggle leaving your lips. 

he seemed instantly relieved to hear your laugh, lips tilting up as his blush deepened and it was almost...cute. 

“you’re very-um-” nanami paused momentarily as your head tilted, eyes expectant as you waited for his next words, “you just-” 

your brows raised just a bit when he stopped himself once more, almost stumbling with his words, uncharacteristically unsure before sighing gently. 

“i never do this and please feel free to decline,” he began with soft eyes, almost hopeful, “but i know this great dessert place downtown, they make excellent pastries as well.”

there was a tiny pause, momentary before he continued, “would you want to…may i take you there?” 

your heartbeat stilled, not because of the fact that this was nanami but because it wasn’t sukuna. 

nanami’s eyes were gazing down at you, open and honest, so sweet, it made something in you squeeze at the thought of crushing that expectant look in his eyes. 

your lips parted before your eyes shifted to glance at shoko who was giggling into the phone with percy. 

soulmates. 

the word felt bitter now and your eyes drifted back toward nanami and his kind, patient eyes. 

the sort of man you stayed up hoping for when you were just a girl, the sort of man you hoped fate would tie you to. not a violent underground fighter or someone who broke your heart before he’d ever held it. 

maybe it didn’t have to be that way. maybe love wasn’t something you have to stumble into, maybe you could make a choice. 

maybe this was how broken hearted people moved on. 

or possibly…some wounded, childish part of you wanted sukuna to feel exactly what you felt for years. 

the very thought made you feel sick but it didn’t disappear. 

nanami waited patiently without rushing you. he didn’t attempt to fill the silence and didn’t try to assume your answer either. he almost waited for the mention of your soulmate, the rejection he was accustomed to and fully understood. 

“okay.” 

the word left you quieter and more hesitant than you’d intended. 

nanami’s eyes widened just a bit, “oh, uh, are you sure?”

you silently scolded yourself for the lack of certainty in your voice, immediately smiling reassuringly with a small nod, “yes. yes, i would love to.” 

nanami’s expression warmed, not triumphant, but almost relieved. 

“amazing…” he smiled warmly, “i can pick you up on friday?” 

you nodded with a gently grin, “friday. here, put your number in.” 

nanami grinned as you handed him your phone, cheeks flushed as he typed in his digits before handing you your phone once more, “i’m looking forward to it.” 

you blushed softly as you smiled a bit, “me too.” 

nanami nodded once, still adorning a soft grin as you both made small talk as he ordered and paid for your pastries which you thanked him for. 

soon, he excused himself politely, kissing your cheek softly before walking away, leaving you standing there with a strange mix of emotions. the most prevalent among them all was guilt. 

you were feeling guilty. 

you almost wanted to scoff and shake yourself to sense. you were doing nothing wrong. 

if your manwhore soulmate could sleep with other people, you could go on as many dates as you wished, even sleep with them if you wanted to. 

you quietly grabbed your tray and walked over to shoko, taking a seat on the table just as she closed the call. 

were you seriously going on a date? a date?

the mere thought sent you into a spiral that shoko’s voice instantly breached, “were you talking to professor nanami?” 

shoko’s brows were furrowed, both at the sight of you talking and the unsure expression on your face.

“mhm…he, um, he…asked me to go out with him on friday.” 

the revelation had shoko’s jaw dropping instantly, eyes searching your face for any sign of you messing around with her. 

“professor nanami….asked you out….on a date?” 

you merely nodded your head, grabbing the pastry on the plate and taking a bite of the buttery delicacy, a bite larger than you could handle as you chewed slowly, occupying your brain with chewing instead of spiraling. 

shoko’s eyes were still wide, jaw somewhat slack, “oh my god…” 

you simply shrugged despite the war taking place inside of you. 

half of you wanted to run after him and tell him you couldn’t go out with him, that despite the devastation of it all, you did have a soulmate and even though you, so badly, wanted revenge, you simply couldn’t stoop that low. 

the other part of you longed for the feeling of being wanted. sukuna had spent years making you feel impossible to love and nanami had known you all of sixty minutes and decided to take a chance. 

both parts of you were rooted in a sadness so deep, your stomach churned at the mere thought of moving on from your soulmate. and shoko could see it. 

“are you sure, babe?” shoko asked lowly, eyes furrowed as she leaned closer, “you just don’t seem like you’re in the right headspace for this…maybe wait-”

you shook your head once, “i won’t spend another second grieving someone i never had, someone that doesn’t even want me.” 

shoko’s eyes widened just a bit as you revealed more than you have the past few weeks. she wasn’t sure what happened at that party but she knew that ryomen sukuna had killed something in you that night, a light she so desperately wanted to see glint in your eye once more. 

so with that, she nodded instantly, “we’re gonna need another dress.” 

∞

the days blurred as they tended to lately. soon enough, friday had come and the dread swallowed you whole. 

shoko and hime had both attempted to distract you all week to make sure you wouldn’t overthink your decision, however, your thoughts could only show mercy for so long. 

every feeling of sukuna reminded you of him, of what you’d agreed to, of what you lost. 

by six thirty, you had completely regretted saying yes. 

“you changed your outfit four times.” utahime huffed out, arms folding over her chest as she sighed. 

“five.” shoko corrected from where she sat beside her, cross legged on your bed with ani on her lap, scrolling on her phone with much more patience than utahime. 

“i don’t know what to wear!” you sighed, looking around your walk-in closet with exasperation. 

utahime blinked, “since when?” 

“you always know what to wear.” shoko furrowed her brows as you huffed gently, leaving the closet to take a seat on your vanity, shoulders slumped as your eyes fixated on your fuzzy socks. 

“i’ve never been on a date before.” 

silence filled the room before you heard both girls shift. 

“this isn’t about the clothes.” utahime stated with certainty and your wide eyes glanced up at them. 

no, it wasn’t. of course it wasn’t. 

you turned to face the mirror, your hair already gathered up in rollers, still clad in your baby blue pyjamas. your eyes met through the mirror, bags under the delicate skin as your reflection stared quietly back. 

you could barely recognize yourself. 

you always thought yourself to be strong, the thought of crumbling over a man seemed absolutely absurd to you. yet here you were, already practically shattered because of someone who couldn’t care less whether you lived or died. 

horror filled you as your reflection grew blurry through the tears pooling in your tired eyes. 

“i just…” your voice shook, “i always thought-i didn’t think this is how it would end up.” 

the tears left you before you could control it, trailing down flushed cheeks and dull skin, something heavy thumping against your ribs so hard, you wanted to scream. 

utahime and shoko watched from their place in your bed, brows furrowed in sympathy as they watched you break at the prospect of living without your soulmate. 

you’d spent years fantasizing about what meeting your soulmate would feel like, despite the absolute nightmare he was. you thought of your first everything, but you were always particularly fond of the idea of a first date. 

the idea of getting dolled up and running late, of the doorbell ringing and your soulmate standing there with fresh pink peonies because he knew they were your favorite. you thought of how his eyes would widen in awe at the sight of you, who’d reach for whose hand first, who’d kiss who. 

ryomen sukuna had crushed more than your hope that day, he stomped on your dreams, on what you believed happiness to be. 

something inside of you shifted that night, something was lost and you didn’t know how to get it back. 

shoko stood and without saying anything, she crossed the room and gently wrapped her arms around your shoulders from behind, “hey. you don’t have to do this-” 

“yes, she does.” utahime stated bluntly despite her clenched jaw at the sight of your anguish. 

shoko narrowed her eyes at hime from the mirror, “shut up, hime!” 

utahime scoffed, walking into your closet and rummaging through your clothing, “she’s fucking going and she’s gonna have a blast.” she then stepped out with your favorite backless navy silk dress, “because if you don’t then you’re choosing someone who doesn’t choose you.” 

the room fell painfully quiet, her words landing right where your ribs ached. shoko tensed from behind you before standing up, her hands still on your shoulders as she glared at utahime. 

“are you ser-” shoko began but you were quick to cut her off, sniffling gently before gazing at your reflection once more. 

“you’re right,” you breathed out, wiping your cheeks before grabbing your primer, “kento is great, he’s super sweet…” both of the girls watched you expectantly so you turned to gaze up at them, “i just wish…” 

you didn’t let the words leave you and they didn’t need to hear it because they already knew. 

you wish it were him. 

∞

it was ten minutes before seven when your phone buzzed with a text from frankie, the concierge, a sweet old man whom you’d known since you were a child. 

frankie: there’s a man here for you, sweetheart. should i send him up?

you quickly sent him confirmation to allow nanami up, thanking him before looking up at utahime and shoko who were watching you brush through your bouncy blowout, “he’s downstairs.” 

a gasp left shoko loudly, “he’s early! ugh, he’s such a man!” 

and a man, he was. 

professor nanami seemed like the sort of man who would arrive early. he was eight years your senior, mature and kind, both traits you had picked up on from your occasional texts throughout the week. 

he’d texted you first that same night he asked you out, all polite and formal as he introduced that it was him and asked if you were still okay with the date. 

you remember giggling gently at his professionalism before assuring him that you were looking forward to it. he texted you here and there since then, simply asking questions to gauge what restaurant to choose for the date and your overall vibe.

“you literally look unreal.” shoko stated with a shake of her head as you gazed at the full length mirror in your living room. 

“he’s gonna faint.” utahime stated, taking a sip of the tea she had helped herself with. 

your dainty hands smoothed at the expensive fabric of your dress, the silk hugging you in all the perfect places, backless with a little silk scarf resting against your neck. 

a pair of silver heels adorned your feet and a matching clutch in hand. 

you did look pretty, at least prettier than you had the past few weeks. you tried to ignore the way the dress hung off you looser than it had weeks ago, collarbones more prominent than usual. 

the doorbell rang once, snapping you out of the spiral you were quickly falling into. 

you turned to the girls, eyes wide, “go! shoo! don’t let him see you, he’ll think i’m pathetic!”

shoko and utahime both giggled before running over to the door, standing right on the side so they were on the other side of the door when you opened it. 

a huff left you but you knew that was the best they would offer and you took it. 

your heels clicked as you made your way to the door, taking a deep breath before pulling it open and there he was. 

nanami was standing tall in dark trousers and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, revealing skin void of any ink, defined and smooth. 

your heart clenched when your eyes drifted to his hand. he was holding a small bouquet of pink peonies.

his eyes found yours instantly when you looked up and for a second, you could see the nerves buzzing under his skin before he smiled shyly, “you look lovely.”

lovely. not pretty or beautiful but lovely. somehow that was even sweeter. 

your throat tightened before forcing out a soft smile, “thank you.” 

he glanced towards the flowers before holding them out to you, “i remember you said you loved spring because of the pink peonies around the other day so, uh, here.” 

you felt your heart tighten as a soft laugh left you, “they’re beautiful, thank you so much. let me just put them in water really quick then we can get going.” 

nanami merely nodded as you took ahold of the flowers, allowing the door to shut just to see shoko and utahime silently squealing behind the door. 

“he is so cute!” shoko whispered as you slapped her arm. 

“shut up, he’s right there!” you whispered back as utahime merely grinned. 

“you got your flowers.” 

you paused momentarily, shoulders tensing as you swallowed gently. 

yes, you did get your flowers, peonies and all. 

why was the heavy feeling still lingering beneath your ribs? 

you had spent years imagining this and somehow, you got almost every detail right. 

except the man behind the door. 

you shook your head at the thought before holding out the bouquet to the girls, utahime grabbing ahold of it, “put them in my mom’s crystal vase on the counter, please.” 

both girls gave you a thumbs up, grinning in encouragement as you opened the door once more, nanami immediately meeting your gaze. 

“ready?” 

you nodded with a soft smile, “yup.” 

“great. bye girls.” nanami called out, amusement lacing his words to the girls who you could so clearly hear shuffling behind the door. your cheeks flushed as you shut the door. 

“have fun!” shoko yelled. 

you were quick to lock the door, placing the keys in your clutch before turning to the man, “sorry about that.” 

nanami merely chuckled deeply, offering his arm, unassuming and sweet.

you hesitated for the briefest moment before gently looping your hand through it, his arm tensing almost imperceptibly. he was nervous. 

the realization made something ache quietly inside your chest. 

he wasn’t ryomen sukuna, all untouchable and feared. 

he was simply a man hoping tonight would go well and for some reason, the revelation was so endearing, you found yourself shifting closer to him as you made it to the elevator. 

“do you live here all alone?” nanami questioned as he pressed the lobby button. 

you hummed gently, “technically, my parents live here as well but they just travel a lot, so i’m on my own more often than not.” 

nanami gazed down at you, “i mean, it’s a beautiful building…does it not get lonely?” 

you sighed softly before shrugging, “i mean, yes and no. i love being alone and hanging out with myself, and i’m kind of used to it. but sometimes…sometimes i wish it wasn’t so quiet. but my friends are over a lot anyways.”

and your soulmate never truly let you feel alone, he lived under your skin. 

but nanami didn’t need to know that. 

nanami merely hummed in acknowledgement, the rest of the lift ride passing in comfortable silence, neither of you seemed particularly eager to fill it with meaningless conversation. 

when the doors opened into the lobby, frankie looked up from behind the reception desk almost instantly. 

his weathered face lit into a smile, “well, don’t you look like a million bucks, sweetheart.” 

your cheeks warmed as you grinned at the man, “hi frankie.” 

the older man looked between you and nanami before his eyes settled knowingly on the bouquet now missing from nanami’s hands, “got ya flowers, huh? peonies too.” 

nanami cleared his throat politely, hand moving to rest lightly on your back, “i thought it was appropriate.” 

frankie chuckled, “what a gentleman. you take care of her, huh?” 

you blushed softly, “frankie!” 

the man simply chuckled as nanami offered him a smile before leading you outside, the spring evening beginning to settle over the city. the air was warm enough that the city seemed to glow beneath strings of lights and illuminated storefronts, but a chilled breeze made it so nanami’s hand was warm against your bare back. 

nanami walked beside you at an easy pace, matching your stride, conscious of the difference in height as your legs were much shorter than his own. 

“i hope you don’t mind walking.” he stated as you immediately shook your head. 

“not at all, i love walking.” 

nanami smiled gently, “the restaurant isn’t far.”

you merely hummed in acknowledgement as another comfortable silence fell upon you. 

“i should confess something.” nanami broke the silence as you looked over at him curiously, “i’ve never done this before.” 

your head tilted, “gone on a date?” 

he smiled faintly, “asked a student on a date.” 

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, “that does sound like an important distinction.” 

“i thought so…” he glanced at you briefly, “i’’ve spent the entire week wondering whether it was wildly inappropriate.” 

“and?” 

“i’m still undecided…but willing to take the chance.” the blonde man nodded once, cheeks warm as you smiled softly. 

“well, if it helps, i’m not your student.” 

“that’s exactly what i told myself.” 

another laugh escaped you, this time real and true, easier than the last. 

it surprised both of you and nanami didn’t comment on it. he simply looked ahead again, a small smile lingering on his face. he liked hearing you laugh. 

the rest of the walk was easier, blanketed in comfortable conversation and warmth. 

∞

kento nanami was a dream. 

he was chivalrous, pulling your chair out and opening the door for you. he was kind and attentive, grasping every word that left your mouth like you were revealing state secrets. and he was so handsome, it kind of ached to look at him. 

the dinner couldn’t have gone better, filled with easy conversation, soft laughs and gentle touches that were more comfortable than expecting. 

the little italian restaurant was gorgeous, candlelit and dimmed. the food was absolutely amazing and he insisted you try some of his seabass. 

by the time nanami walked you back to your building, the city had long since quieted. the rush of evening had softened into something gentler, streetlights reflecting across the dark pavement while the occasional taxi rolled lazily down the road, headlights cutting through the breeze. 

“i had a lovely evening.” nanami’s voice was as steady as ever, hands in his pockets as you both stood outside the doors. 

you looked up at him, a small smile painting your glossy lips, “i did too.” 

and you had. that was the worst part. 

there hadn’t been a single awkward silence, not a moment where the conversation dulled. 

nanami smiled warmly, “i’m glad. can i call you tomorrow?”

you felt your stomach twisting as you nodded, “i’d like that.” 

his eyes searched yours for a moment before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss against the warmth of your cheek, “goodnight.” 

you blushed gently, “goodnight, kento.” 

nanami offered one last grin before stepping back and walking towards the darkness. only when his figure was swallowed by the night did you step inside. 

the lobby was quiet which made sense, as it was almost midnight. 

frankie looked up from behind the reception desk almost instantly, reading glasses balanced low on his nose as he looked over the evening newspaper. 

“i showed you how to check your news on your phone, frank.” you grumbled as you leaned down to unclasp your heels, stepping out of them onto the cool flooring. 

his face brightened, “there’s my girl!” 

you smiled gently, holding the straps of your heels in hand, “hi frankie.” 

“how was the date with blondie?” he questioned casually, setting the paper down, offering his full attention. 

you couldn’t help but take note of his hopeful tone, like he already knew the answer he’d wanted. 

you sighed gently, walking over slowly before resting your elbows against the polished marble desk the way you had since you were little enough that you could barely see over it.

“it was…” you searched for the word, “really nice.” 

frankie smiled, “knew it would be.” 

you nodded, “he opened the door and pulled out my chair and everything.” 

frankie smiled amusedly, “oh?” 

“mhmm…” you sighed sleepily, “i only mentioned the pink peonies once when we were texting and he brought them.” 

frankie let out a low whistle, “impressive.” 

you laughed softly, eyes shutting as the silence that followed stretched just a little too long. 

frankie’s smile faded first, “you seem pretty sad for a girl who went on a really nice date.” 

your eyes fluttered open, meeting his own dark ones, “i thought if it went perfect, i’d feel better.” 

frankie’s brows furrowed gently, “he not the one?” 

his question was heavy, lingering between you for a moment because you simply didn’t want to utter the words. 

“no. he’s not my soulmate.” 

frankie’s shoulders deflated as he shook his head, “figured.” 

your eyes grew watery before you could stop it, “i really wanted him to be enough.” 

frankie reached across the desk and laid one weathered hand over yours, thumb rubbing gently across the back of your hand. 

“i spent most of the night thinking that this is what my soulmate should’ve been like.” 

the words hung heavily between you and frankie’s expression shifted to something sadder, full of understanding. 

“devils dick can suck a dick for all i care.” frankie huffed out and you couldn’t help but let out a watery giggle. 

shoko had told frankie to refer to your soulmate as devils dick when you were seventeen and he hadn’t strayed from it since. 

“he didn’t want me.” you confessed lowly, almost a whisper and frankie almost missed it if he wasn’t so focused, “i just thought it’d be different. like you and luanne.” 

frankie smiled at the mention of his wife, “luanne and i hated each other when we met.”

your eyes widened, “are you serious? you told me it was love at first sight, that you’d eloped the night you met.” 

frankie shrugged gently, “you were seven, i didn’t wanna crush your dreams.” 

your brows furrowed, huffing as you walked behind the desk, taking a seat on the desk facing him. 

“why did you hate each other? how? i mean, you’re both so obsessed with each other, it’s gross.” 

frankie chuckled a deep chuckle as he leaned back in his chair, “when we first met, she worked at this diner i walked into. i remember that i swore i’d never marry her. she called me an arrogant prick.” 

you snorted, “real.” 

“she was so angry at me, she started throwing bread rolls at my head.” 

that earned him another giggle, soft and real.

frankie smiled, “point is…life has a funny way of provin’ stubborn people wrong.” 

you looked at him for a second before your smile faded, “i don’t think sukuna’s stubborn. i think he’s already decided. he seemed pretty sure when he basically told me to fuck off.” 

frankie frowned, “i’ll kill him.” you looked down with a soft sigh, “either way, it’ll work out. sometimes fate asks for a lot more patient from you than she ever should.” 

your shoulders slumped, “i don’t think i have any patience left.” 

frankie’s heart squeezed, recalling the years he’d watched you feel your soulmate, the nights you came down already on your fourth cup of coffee because he’d kept you up. he’d seen you shut your eyes and blow out candles during every birthday, knowing all you’d wished for is for your soulmate to be good.

he’d watched little pieces of you shape themselves around someone you’d never even met. and now, he was watching those same pieces fall apart. 

you glanced at him with a small sigh, “i should head to bed.” 

frankie sighed gently, “alright, sweetheart. call me if ya need anythin’.” 

you nodded softly, leaning over to press a kiss to the old man’s wrinkled cheek, “night, frank.” 

“night, kid.” 

your bare feet padded softly as you made your way to the lift. 

and somewhere across the city, another man laid awake for the sixth week in a row. 

and neither of them knew that the other was also grieving.

∞

an | oops finally! chapter is v reader focused but next chapter will be the reunion ahhhhhh also SMUT omg ! this is kind of a transition chapter to show the grief cuz i know yall want the reader pissed but she's just a girl and she is GRIEVING so leave her alone !!!!

anyways lmk what u guys thinkkkk :)

[pariisxoxo]

sanctuary ❆ masterlist

hockey!tojizenin x figureskater!reader

written by pariisxoxo

⛇♡☃︎

synposis: Toji Zenin is days away from being expelled from the best college hockey team. Why? He’s practically failing all his classes, because hockey has always been first. If he doesn’t get at least a C+ in one class, he can kiss his NHL dreams goodbye. Only one girl could get him into shape, and that was you. But he hasn’t spoken or seen you in 10 years.

College is all about new beginnings, they say.

a/n: jujutsu sorcery does not exist in this fic. this is simply just a college au!

masterlist

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

other platforms: ao3 ♡ wattpad

thank you to dedicatedy0urheart on ao3 for proof reading this series

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[tonycries]

Pretty Lil' Baby - R.S.

Synopsis. Five times the elders of the Sukuna household are sure their fearsome clan leader is impotent, and the one times he makes them realize - Ryomen Sukuna is feraI. For you.

Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, clan leader!Sukuna, 5 + 1 things, arranged marriages, Itadori family shenanigans, wingmanning, the elders, helping Sukuna get laid, Sukuna is down BAD, true form, second mouth, oraI (fem rec.), fíngering, spítting, cervíx kíssing, pússydrúnk Sukuna, dp, DÚMBlFlCATION, tummy buIges, he’s big, rough s, riding, manhandIing, p talking, bréeding, creampíes, cúmplay, getting together, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 11.8k

A/N. Missed their chaos omg-

“Buckle up, boys. This might be the most important event of our lives.” Itadori Jin has never taken his role as older brother so seriously. 

Locked in a team huddle with his father, the elders, and a very reluctant, recently-married Ryomen Sukuna. “Dad- you’re on the romantic music. Council- you’re on the rose petals. I’ll be outside on the phone with the fire department, the exorcist, the-”

“It’s my wedding night?”

“Exactly.”

With a final clap of determination, the group shoves their clan leader towards the bed chambers. Ignoring his grumbles of- “But the ladies love me.”

“Ryo, you’ve been single your entire life.”

“…” Okay, perhaps Jin was right. It’d been a traditional arranged wedding, yours being the only proposal that the infamously cold Sukuna had even looked at, let alone agreed to. 

But he clasps the polished doorknob, “I’ll give ya an heir.” Opening. “Just you watch, I’ll give ya four heirs, maybe five, maybe six—oh.”

Until he saw his pretty wife.

Even more gorgeous than you’d been during those brief formal interviews, between clans and council members who nudged each other at the fact that he had finally chosen a bride. 

You’d swapped out your wedding robes for an actual robe that was much…riskier. Stuck to your skin, glistening in the faint candlelight. You were semi-sprawled comfortably across the bed, having patiently waited for their ‘team meeting’ to have finished. 

And Sukuna would’ve yelled at any of them for gaping stupidly from the doorway, he should have - if he wasn’t gaping stupidly himself, that is. Lips parted, crimson eyes bulging. 

This was the clan leader rumored by some to be a monster, and rumored by others to fight like a monster: now fully frozen at the sight of you. 

It takes about seven different council members and Itadori Wasuke poking Sukuna’s muscular back with his wooden cane to make him move. “Ryo-” Jin hisses in slight concern, fingers starting to itch towards his phone, namely in the sequence of the emergency number he’d memorized for tonight. “Ryo move- you- oaf-” 

Respect for the head of the household be damned, they were deadset on bullying him inside the romantically-decorated room. Finally making him move one foot. Two. 

As soon as he staggers through the entrance, the towering mahogany doors then slam shut behind him. Somewhat snapping Sukuna out of his little reverie - somewhat. He shakes his head free of that vision of you, gaze dropping to the floor- anywhere but where you were sitting, so beautiful and unbothered. 

An heir.

Right, an heir. What was that nonsense about six heirs? Right now, he felt he’d be lucky to get to not faint.

“I uh-” You lean closer with a smile when he starts to sputter out, and the act itself nearly makes him take a step back. Heart rushing to the surface of his tattooed skin, “Ah, I mean-”

He gulps. And almost as if they were sensing the tension inside the bedroom, the group outside abruptly starts up the distant saxophone of a George Michael. It filters through the slight gaps of the doorway and into the thick silence inside. 

You were looking at him with a raised brow, clearly waiting for him to speak first with his interesting reaction.

Which is exactly what Ryomen Sukuna does - exactly why he clears his throat gravely. All seven feet of his figure straightening, toned chest puffing out. Jin had told him to smile before he smoldered, and right now Sukuna does neither. Only asking in grim seriousness-

“So are you uh…open-minded?”

“What?”

“What?”

BANG!

He’d removed himself from the honeymoon suite before you could even blink. 

And as you sat up on the bed in genuine confusion, the clan leader outside - your husband - was crouched against the now-closed bedroom doors. Knees to his pecs, all four palms coming up to cover his face- though, they do nothing to hide the scorching red flushed at the tips of his ears. 

The elders can only gawk; they’d known Sukuna since birth, and never had he acted in this manner. Never had he been so flustered, blushed so bright that it looked like he was steaming from his very skin. Flinching at the touch of his brother, he groans once the older one starts punting him with questions.

Jin squawks, “Is your wife okay- are you okay?”

“Yes- no.”

“Do I need to call the fire department?”

“No.”

“The exorcist-”

“No no no- fuck! She was just so…” Sukuna finally manages to string together more than one coherent syllable, running his hefty fingers down his features, like he wanted to scrub the embarrassment off of him. And the tail end of his response rings out as nothing but a whisper. So small, so shy. “…beautiful.”

He looks up at the circle surrounding him like he was pleading, “So, so beautiful.” Baritone dropping into an even lower volume, he scratches the back of his head like a child recounting a crush. “And she- she smiled at me, heh. What’d I do to end up with a wife like her?”

The elders and family members look at each other. 

Silence.

At least, as much silence as you could get in the Itadori Estate. Because, before long, Wasuke clutches his aged heart and gasps, “No!” Only once every pair of eyes has turned to look at him- “My son has no game.”

The emergency services were called that night. 

Though, it’s more for a health check on his father’s heart than for anything gone wrong with your honeymoon. And Jin thinks that’s pointedly to do with the fact that you don’t have a wedding night - at least, not in the sense of the word. 

After he’d offered Sukuna a general health check-up too (he’d vehemently denied) and a heart check-up in particular (he’d considered) you’d finally ended up walking out of the bedroom. Barely getting through one word of their overlapping explanations before you’d held up a hand. 

“It…actually might be better if I don’t know.” You’d sagely remarked, and quite smartly. Before turning to your new husband, who’d all but cowered at your gaze, “But you need to get some sleep, mister. Don’t think I don’t know about how cranky you get otherwise.”

“Hell yeah, ma’am. So true, ma’am.”

And Sukuna had sauntered back into the marital suite of his own accord, for a night of sleep. Nothing but sleep - though, Jin thinks he caught Sukuna fist pumping in celebration when you insisted he didn’t have to sleep on the couch.

There seemed to be no hope for an heir that night. Or, ever, at this rate.

And the trusty council of elders that were present would later retell the story in the morning after, with varying degrees of humor - some cackling about the fearsome head’s one weakness, others grieving the lack of heirs that the Itadori clan shall now have.

But most had been left with quite a different impression. They eyed each other during breakfast, when you’d come down with no marks, no signs of lost sleep. Surely, there was no other explanation - Ryomen Sukuna was impotent. 

He might not be the sweetest clan leader, or the most empathetic, or clearly the most savvy with the ladies, but he was their leader nonetheless. 

And they had to do everything in their power to help.

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“-and then the ol’ man starts playing fuckin- I mean, freaking ‘Careless Whisper’ and then I make a fool of myself-”

“Mhm.”

“-but she was oh-so-sweet about it. Which makes no sense, how can one be beautiful and sweet? I mean, look at me- I’m a right bastard-”

“Mhm.”

“-not that I’m complaining. And then when we shared the bed, heh, she told me ‘goodnight.’ Can you believe that? Goodnight? Obviously, she’s into me.”

“Mhm.” Five-year-old Itadori Yuji looks up from where he’d been playing with blocks on the archery dojo, “Uncle Kuna, can we go play hide-and-seek now?”

But the older man lets go the taut, tough string of his bow- hitting the bullseye of his target dead-on. “You’re right! She’s totally into me- heh, ten points for Sukuna.” It was already nearing sundown, and he’d been cooped up in the Estate’s dojo for hours after the fiasco that was his wedding night a few days ago. 

Nothing else had occurred between the two of you since. For which he was equally as grateful as he was disappointed - obviously you didn’t want to spook him. And obviously he wanted you.

But it wasn’t his fault he’d been trained in the arts of commandeering rather than communication. 

Which is how he found himself with that lil’ nephew of his as a therapist, shooting away arrows with the specialized bow designed for Sukuna’s four beefy arms, and fourfold strength. As if that would help ease the tension.

The clan leader opens his mouth again and it’s enough to make Itadori throw himself back onto the polished wooden floor. Starting off- “And did I tell you that when she told me ‘goodnight’ it was in a tone of like-”

“Ahem.”

If there was anything that could make big, bad Sukuna quieten down, then it certainly wasn’t his advisors, or his older brother, or anything else but you. 

And all you had to do was clear your throat once to signal your intrusion, having wandered your way through the massively sprawling Estate. You’d somehow led yourself straight to him.

You bow politely, “I hope I’m not disrupting.”

“C-course not.” To your surprise, your husband speaks first. “We were just-”

“Talking about you-” You giggle as Itadori instantly runs to cling onto your arms. Excitedly squealing at a mile a minute, “Uncle Kuna says that- that he has a huuuuge crush on you and-”

“No!” Sukuna interjects in panic- that traitor. 

“And- and he liked the way you say ‘goodnight’ and-” 

“Itadori Yuji, I will pay you to stop talking.” 

You’re watching the situation like a tennis match, and Yuji does stop - for about three seconds, that is. Until his voice drops into a conspiratorially low whisper, hands cupping his mouth- “Did you know he also called an exorcist-”

“What the f- I did not?” Husky bass damn near cracking, he rips the little boy away from you. “Scram, gremlin.”

Pushing at his back to make the toddler waddle away and give the two of you some space, Sukuna hastens to straighten up and puff his chest out. Making sure that the loose fabrics of his training yukata would slip aside to flash you with a sliver of his toned pecs, glistened with a thin layer of sweat. 

And when - only when - he catches your eyes dipping downwards, he clears his throat—smooth, Ryomen Sukuna. You’ve made people disappear, you can do smooth- “H-hi.”

His vocals crack.

Nearly passing out from the shame - but you don’t seem to mind. “Hi to you, too. I see you’re working hard?”

“Yeah- I mean no.” As you raise a brow, “Who needs ta work hard when you’re just good?”

“Is that so?” It’s a blatant brag, but one that didn’t go unsubstantiated. Your eyes drift to the side to where targets had been lined along the distant wall, each of them punctured right through the middle with a sharp arrow. “Oh, that’s impressive. I don’t think I could ever-”

“Would ya like to try?”

You’re nearly as shocked as Sukuna at the words that escape his mouth, before he can mull and chew over them first. But that swiftly melts into a look of eagerness once you nod- being handed his hefty bow.

“It’s heavier than normal.” Before you know it, he’s sidled up behind you. Leaned down so close that his warm breath blankets your neck- pointed chin hitting somewhere by your temple, tense core pushed up against you. 

So close. Easily, two of Sukuna’s hands help you hold the weight of his massive bow, and another two fall down to your waist to guide you. “Easy there, mama.”

“Th-thank you-” You’re find yourself stammering from the pure intimacy. And it was just so unfair how pliable he found you - heart racing, mind spinning at the thought - angling you bodily to face the targets. “So I just pull and release, then?”

“Mhm. You pull reeeal hard.” Deep, throaty. You’re noticing just how warm his hands were when they’re on yours, helping you pull, pull, pull back on the feathery edge. “Breathe in reeeeal slow.” You do, and you feel him match yours. “Position it.”

His honed strength helps you find the target, and his hands- oh, but his hands were nearly making you lose sight of the bullseye. “Aaand-” Two of his rough palms draaaagging down your sides for stability for him to tower over you, and then two more gently rubbing over your hands for reassurance as you- “-shoot.”

Schwing–!

It lands dead-center in the bullseye.

He grins, “Hell yeah.” 

“Yes!” You’re hissing, bow still in your arms as you leap into Sukuna’s. It was a brief embrace, just the quickest few seconds - but your husband nearly melts.

With your face tucked into the crook of his neck- his eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets, four massive palms hovering in the air like he didn’t know what to do with himself. In a flash, you’re reaching ‘round your body to let him rest them on your back, and he gasps, “O-oh-”

“Oh?” With a slight chuckle, you pull back, and he nearly whines in agony. But this was the Ryomen Sukuna, of course he can hold it back…to merely a slight grunt of pain. “Thank you for teaching me.”

“Thank you for being my wife-”

“Pardon?”

“Nevermind- I uh-” All four palms come up to cover his face in utter horror- it had been going so well if it wasn’t for the clan leader’s big mouth. Everyday was seemingly an unfortunate reminder that he was related to the blabbermouths that were Jin, Yuji, and…

Speaking of, where was Yuji?

Little did he know that a certain pink-haired toddler was holding a certain group of elders hostage behind the screens that led to the dojo’s entrance. Their bodies, formerly leaned over the doorway to spy on the couple, were now crouched on the floor. 

Disappointed- how could their revered clan leader not take the bait? Impotency strikes again.

But, right now, the masterminds were slightly more occupied with something else. Fingers to mouths, voices in whispers- begging the little boy standing in front of them to remain quiet.

But Yuji only smiles, standing proudly in front of them. He whispers, “Do you wanna play hide and seek?”

The council of the greatest minds in the household look at each other, “Uh…no?” Unsure of what else to say to the boy.

Before their ears are pierced by the most noisy child-like shriek of Sukuna’s name—“Uncle Kunaaaaa—it’s the exorcists!”

An arrow shoots their way. And by the way it strikes precisely into the wooden panels between the elders’ heads, precisely where it didn’t harm anything but their motivations, their egos, and perhaps slightly their heart conditions - they’re guessing it was their loving clan leader that shot it.

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Sukuna always did hate stuffy clan meetings.

The ones where documents were piled into columns taller than himself, council men and women spoke over each other to try and earn his attention, and he had to act for hours like he actually tolerated the guest invited that day. All in the name of ah- politics, or whatever. 

And today was much the same - except for one shocking, sudden surprise. You. 

You, seated directly opposite him on the large round table now that you were officially part of the clan. You, perfectly positioned for him to take in every pretty inch of you. You, who he’d give anything just to have beside him and chatting his ear off, or helping with his papers.

And, honestly, with a view like that he wouldn’t even complain about being forced to discuss- what was it again-

“The socioeconomic impacts of clan bonding activities and how they-” Choso - who’d recently started attending for education on the clan - drones in such tired monotone, shrugging at their two-toned guest, Zenin Naoya, without looking up from where he was doodling on some contract. “-could really benefit from those.”

“Tch- don’t talk like I didn’t know that, brat.” Sukuna narrows his eyes down at his eldest nephew.

Only to get a withering eyebrow raise in return, “Well, did you?”

“Yes…” No-

And almost as if he could read the pure lie on his uncle’s face, the middle-schooler has the audacity to put his pencil down and grin. More interested in the happenings of the meeting than he had been in four hours now. “Oh really? Well then, dear uncle of mine, would you care to explain to your nephew who comes up with these bonding activities?”

“The fuck do I look like? Stupid? It’s…Jin.” It was a guess, no one else would do something like that. He turns his face away from Choso and towards you. Politely laughing at something that the person next to you had said-

“And why is it important?”

He grumbles, this damn kid. Absent-mindedly- because oh, how was he expected to focus when your lips move to talk so prettily. As if in slow motion, like in those sappy movies Jin loved. “Uh, socio-something or the other-”

“And what do we hope to get out of today?”

“Erm-” Furrowing his brows, laser-focused on wracking his brain when- you turn his way. All you have to do is look at him for Sukuna to blurt- “Six kids, a summer house, and pets of her choice.” 

In stunned silence, Choso only gravely draws a tally count. 

You: 3

Sukuna: -478

“Oi- I’m at least in the double digits-”

“I think you have bigger things to worry about.” He muters, jabbing a pencil in your direction. “Your wife’s about to get stolen.”

And oh.

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t take kindly to snapping his head over and recognizing that slight glint in Naoya’s eyes; the way his mouth curled up meanly, body leaning just a tad closer to yours whenever you pulled back. Not kindly at all. 

Worst of all, he’d just been hit with the realization that it was that rat bastard who’d been making you laugh while he’d been stuck with duties. 

Simply on opposite ends of the room, and yet, it feels like an eternity until the hulking clan leader rises from his seat. Feet pounding their way over to where you were, your eyes raise instantly-

“Oh, there you are.” You start to smile - only for it to falter, coldly, at the shadowed expression on Sukuna’s face. He looked like he’d just seen a raging ghost, and his expression was downturned as such. 

You couldn’t pinpoint whether it had been the stress or the fact that the future heir to the Zenin clan couldn’t take a hint. But you’re trying to soothe him, “You looked quite busy-”

“I was, ah-” He was always weak to anything you said, “-bonding…activities…socioeconomics.”

Sarcastically, “How riveting.”

“No need to worry, I kept her company, though.” An annoying, grating voice bursts through your bubble. And before you can do anything to stop him, Naoya has his arm thrown ‘round the back of your seat. Around the room, one by one, the elders were starting to turn in their own chairs. Discussions dropping to whisper- “And my father always does commend my networking skills, clan leader Sukuna.”

And you think Sukuna might burst. You think he might just rip into him-

But, no. Instead, he breaks out into a smile, “Ah, young master Zenin, huh? Didn’t notice ya there.” A smile that was just slightly jarring, slightly…dangerous. “I see you have met my wife. Quite charming, isn’t she?”

“Yes yes, quite beautiful.” Naoya waves off with a chuckle, elbowing the taller man where he could reach. Huffing, “Though, I must say, it’s quite smart to let the wife inside a clan meeting. Gives you something to look at, at least.”

You seethe, brows furrowing, “Pardon-” But your husband already has a hand signalling you to seat yourself back down comfortably. A commotion was starting to stir by now, and if anyone was going to make a mess of clan politics and reap the consequences, it would be him.

He could and would take the fall for you.

“Young master Naoya.” He declares in a booming voice, “The Itadori clan has decided that we would so ah- love to indulge you in a practical example of our very own bonding activities.”

As you tilt your head in slight confusion - this certainly wasn’t part of the meeting agenda, and the council seemed to notice it, too, Naoya hums. “Oh?”

“Right now. You’re welcome.”

“What? Now? But-” 

As the lanky man scrambles in his seat, Sukuna grasps the very back and topples Naoya right out of it. “No no, let me.” And all it takes is one hand to lift their guest straight into midair and march him out of the room. 

The door slams shut behind the duo.

And you didn’t need to hear the yelps, or the punches, or the begs for mercy to know exactly what your husband had in mind as a ‘bonding activity.’ 

It seemed the member of the Zenin clan would be leaving here bruised for his words, and it seemed that the elders were strangely…excited at the notion? Buzzing impatiently, tittering to each other. 

It only increases twofold as Sukuna re-enters the meeting hall - knuckles suspiciously bruised, and notably without a pompous heir behind him - and you find yourself fighting back a smile. Muttering some half-hearted lecture about treating guests well, which he seems to lap every word of, you end it off by reaching upwards and kissing the side of Sukuna’s cheek. 

Fleeting and innocent.

But the elders gasp-

“Oh my god- oh my god, it’s happening—”

“My money’s on a girl child being the firstborn-”

“-maybe he’s only half-impotent-”

Keen eardrums catching the whispers and congratulations, you only have the time to catch the tips of his cheekbones smearing bright red - before the clan leader stumbles back out of the meeting room.

“Oh, I think I jinxed it-”

Choso, meanwhile, crinkles his nose and reaches for his eraser and pencil once more. 

Sukuna: -477

“Gnarly.”

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“Uncle Kuna—-!” It was inevitable that every single person inside of Yuji’s cute lil’ kindergarten would end up knowing when his father wouldn’t be able to pick him up, and his uncle would arrive instead.

For one, it was all he would talk about the day beforehand. And two, they’d all hear his shrill squeal- except, most students and teachers used to this little ritual were probably shocked at the scream that followed after. “Mama—!”

And you were just as caught off-guard. 

Somewhere, in the distant bushes at the very end of the kindergarten playground, a few elders and Itadori Jin fistbump one another. All those lessons, not gone to waste!

“Ah- Yuji?” You’re fighting the way your voice wobbles in surprise, and it felt like a tiny cannonball had been shot at you with the way he runs straight to you. “What did you say, baby?”

Somewhat confused, two large eyes peak up at you. And his voice is tiny, “Mama?”

Ruffling the curly pink locks of Yuji’s hair, you just-so-happen to glance at the boy’s uncle. Your husband. Who was currently steaming from his ears and flushed bright crimson, veins bulging at his forehead, mouth opening and closing stupidly. “I- you- who-”

He was speechless.

Barely even breathing- honestly, you’re hit with the slight urge to reach forwards and feel for Sukuna’s pulse before a calm voice breaks through. “Ah! I see Yuji’s favorite uncle is here today.” A soft, bowl-cut man claps his hands as he walks up. Your eyes drop down to his nametag and read ‘Haibara.’ “And you must be-”

“My wife-” Sukuna spits out, before another word can leave Haibara’s mouth. “My wife, Jin could never pull anyone like-”

“Excuse my husband.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With yourself properly introduced - this time with names - you find yourself laughing along to one of Haibara’s anecdotes of Yuji, something to do with a dare and attempting to eat a terribly finger-shaped stick. He smiles breezily at you and hums, “He’s a good kid, and seems to be very fond of you. You should come visit more often.”

“Well, I hope to.” Grinning right back, you squeeze Yuji’s squirming body as Sukuna takes off his tiny back-pack. And you can’t help but think that it all felt so…domestic. 

Evidently, the cozy atmosphere had been obvious. Haibara ponders out loud, “Forgive me for asking, but do the two of you plan on having children soon? You seem like you’d be wonderful parents.”

Oh, you look at Sukuna. And Sukuna doesn’t meet your eyes, though, with his face turned straight ahead- what you could see was the way the tips of his ears were slowly starting to redden.

It seems like ages, it seems like he was waiting for your answer just as Haibara innocently was. And your mouth opens-

“Mister Haibawa, Yuji’s uncle can’t be a parent, he’s already an exorcist.” What the f—the trio of adults snapped their heads down to see that a black-haired boy - another Zenin, confound it - had just tugged on his teacher’s sweater. Butting into the conversation- Sukuna thinks he could recall this boy’s name, something Gummy? Megumi?

“Oh?” Then it wasn’t an orange-haired girl on his other side, “My mommy says he’s unemployed.”

“That, too.”

Somewhere, in the distant bushes at the very end of the kindergarten playground, a few elders and Itadori Jin facepalm. All those lessons, gone to waste!

“Well I don’t think he can be a parent because he looks stupid.” This time, one burly boy with a buzzcut enters the scene. And he was sparing no punches, both metaphorically and literally - he knocks out a good few backhands against Sukuna’s core. 

“That, too.”

“He doesn’t look stupid, Todo.” His nephew whines at him- that’s his boy! 

Sukuna could almost shed a tear, oh, how proud he was. So proud, in fact, that he’s hoisting the babbling boy over his shoulders without a second thought. 

Maybe Jin hadn’t completely failed as a father, after all. Maybe the boy wasn’t a hopeless case and had actually come to appreciate the strong, kind parental figure that was his uncle- “He just looks sorta stupid when he thinks he’ll embarrass himself in front of his wife. Because he does that a lot. That’s all.”

“Like the time with the exorcist.” Megumi nods, sagely.

“Like the time with the exorcist.” Yuji agrees, smacking the top of Sukuna’s head. 

“There- there was no time with the exorcist.” The clan leader tries to clarify to an extremely confused Haibara. 

And the girl - Nobara, according to the nametag on her glittery back-pack - points up at him, accusing. “I like his hair. He also can’t be a parent because he wears wigs.”

Sukuna growls, “You’re just jealous, bob-cut-”

You furrow your brows, “Do you wear wigs?”

“No.”

Yuji giggles, “Will you wear wigs?”

“No-”

“When will you wear wigs?” 

“Never!” Honestly, children these days. He damn near pounces on Haibara, who’d asked that last question.

Megumi - honestly what was this kid’s problem - seems to pipe up for the sake of piping up, “And he steals candy from babies.”

“That was one time-”

“Hey hey-” Without warning, Todo was tugging on Sukuna’s trousers to gain his attention. Snickering as the older man looks down with the most weary face in existence, “You wanna learn how to actually impress fine shyt?”

“What is…fine sh-”

“That’s enough for today. I think.” Their teacher claps his hands, “And Todo Aoi what have I told you about using certain words? Don’t think I won’t have a talk with your guardian again, young man.” Flustered, he throws an apologetic look your way before corralling his tiny students inside. “Now- inside!”

You can finally breathe a sigh of relief - finally, finally. 

Though, you don’t know what bewilders you more - the fact that they listen, or the fact that Todo was the only one that didn’t. And it was all because of the fact that he had Ryomen Sukuna kneeled down to match his height, mouth snarling, but head nodding intently to whatever Todo was whispering in his ear. You look at Haibara, and he shrugs just as helplessly.

“Umm…mister Haibara?” Another one. The pink-haired man’s soul damn near leaves his body as another teeny, toddling monster starts pulling on the teacher’s sweater. 

Likely expecting an encore of the chaos just prior, his smile stretches thin. “Yes, Toge?” And you, too, start praying that it wasn’t any more love advice, or choice words about Sukuna’s character.

Pale hair cut into severe bangs, the boy mumbles in a small voice, “There’s some old men in the bushes.”

Ryomen Sukuna has never run up to a bush to kick it so fast. 

And, later, with Jin left explaining to the teachers and the elders still walking off their bruises, he found himself walking down a softly sunlit road with you. Yuji now fast asleep on his shoulders, and you by his side.

It was a perfect day. Made only more perfect by the gentle tugging of your husband’s fingers towards yours, in midair. In all his years, it’s perhaps the scariest thing he’s done. They hesitate, and then they reach - the slow curves of his digits gliding down your wrist, before interlocking with yours. Warm. Firm. And yet, softer than his palms have ever felt. 

He thinks he catches you smiling, and Sukuna thinks Todo’s advice might not have been so bad after all. 

And from a nearby bush, Itadori Jin pumps his fist in success. Impotency or not, not a complete waste, then.

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One night a week later, the elders decide, push should come to shove.

Literally; cold towels were thrust into your hands before you’d been shoved through the damp wooden gates of the Itadori household’s bathroom. It was the largest one, special in the way a large portion of the room was occupied by a steaming hot spring.

And from your position at the very edge of the humid chamber, you could see the toned shoulders of Ryomen Sukuna. Back turned to the door, just the upper half of his body was peaking out of the water. Glistened with dampness, deltoids flexed as he leans his elbows back against the floor.

You’re semi-glancing behind you at the members of the council that had all but thrown you inside- something about ‘marital bonding.’ Which was really just a way for them to take care of their head’s little ah…rumored problem. 

To them, it was perfect - your gorgeous wife comes up to you in a hot spring and…helps. What more could he want? After all, there’s nothing wrong with impotency - there was just something wrong with their clan leader.

You’re game either way.

And you gently knock against the wall to denote your entrance, before walking up to where Sukuna was gawking from now. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Helping.” You reply simply, wringing the towels before folding them over his heated forehead. “Do you wish for me to leave-”

“N-no!”

It comes out faster than he’d have liked, more hitched than he would have liked. Honestly, the sentence barely even leaves your lips before Sukuna sits up straighter. Letting sploshes of scalding water drip down his abs, he leans further back against your touch. “I mean- stay.”

“Mhm, I heard you had a long day.”

“The worst, mama.” And part of his response is half-grunted with the way you’ve now situated yourself properly behind him. With your lap now a bed for his damp head, fingers weaving through those coral pink locks. “Had to refurbish the dojo, then take care of the problem with that damn Zenin brat…then donate to Yuji’s…kindergarten, then…promote a few elders… and one I had to…” Heavier and heavier, he was sinking into you with each nimble movement of your fingertips. “-fuck.”

“You fucked an elder before you fucked me?” You raise a brow in humor.

“Huh- no!” He’s growling, steam curling from the water. And as you’d briefly halted your ministrations to tease him, he guides your hands back to move. “I would never…eugh. Shit, can’t even imagine doing somethin’ like that with anyone but you.”

Suddenly, it’s silent. Except for the slow curdle of the water, and the soft grunts that Sukuna was oh-so-desperately trying to bite back. 

Fuck, he was so handsome.

Such naturally chiselled muscles, and dark circular tattoos on just about every joint he had. 

You massage his burning temples, slipping down into the longish length of his hair. “Oh, is that so? And do you imagine it often with me, clan leader Sukuna?”

“Stop being such a fuckin’ tease.” Hissing, Sukuna’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs as he practically begs. And he looked so pretty when he was begging; brows upturned, mouth unintentionally pouty. “How can I help myself?”

“And am I doing anything to stop that?”

“Yes-” Forgoing the massage, Sukuna now stops your right hand. Holding it tightly as he turns his head and presses a kiss to the tender inside of your wrist, hot with water and his blush. “Just existing is enough.”

“Sukuna…”

Your mouth parts, and it’s like a string being drawn- your lips are on his. It’s messy, with the way he’d angled himself from upside down, tilted up just to sliiide the plushness of his mouth across yours. It’s light, like he was holding himself back.

And you knew what he was capable of.

Which was likely what made you reach for the back of his head, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. Gasping, your mouth just barely parts for his hungry maw to clasp ‘round your sugary tongue. Sucking—before-

Before a button clicks, and suddenly the bathroom walls are trembling with lyrics singing ‘I just had sex—’

You could’ve caught whiplash with how fast you’re both staring at the entrance: meeting with the sight of the several elders, Wasuke, and a ridiculously large boombox. Piled onto an embarrassing heap on the floor, they’d seemingly fallen over- likely from their spying over one corner of the door. 

‘And it felt so good—’

“Wrong one dammit- this is what Wasuke was on music.” You’re catching one of them murmur. Just about the only thing they have time for before scurrying away - leaving the boombox very, very behind. And you don’t have to look behind you to know that Ryomen Sukuna was likely seething enough to make the spring water itself bubble. 

Sukuna growls, “Fucking George Michael.”

“Actually I think that’s Akon.”

Sukuna slams his open palm against the edge of the pool, and you have to open up your palms to stop yourself from being splashed. He murmurs, more to himself, “All because I didn’t wanna fuckin’ scare you- not that they’d-”

“Wait, why’d you think you’d scare me?” You ask in confusion.

To which he looks at you in genuine bewilderment, as if that wasn’t even worthy to be a question. “You’re beautiful.” He states, like there were no truer words. 

Before gesturing at himself- those naturally rosy locks, the four arms, the faint slash across his abs where they said his second mouth was to be. Cursed with strength, cursed with power, cursed with looks that defined him as something more than human. “Look at me- just fuckin’ look at me. And that’s not all- how shall I be expected to live a normal marriage when I’ve been cursed from birth? I only ask for forgiveness that I’d been selfish with my choice of you, my wife-”

“Well, I don’t forgive you.” 

It’s silence, and he looks torn between hanging his head in understanding, and taking your words head on.

“Because I think you’re beautiful, too.” You say it honestly. “My beautiful husband.”

And, for not the last time that night, the big, bad cursed Sukuna blushes.

‘Felt so good~’

.

.

.

“Sh-shit—” Your back arches lewdly, allll the way back until your naked, puffy core could reach as much of Sukuna’s mouth as possible. “Think I like it better when you’re like- ngh, this.”

Just a few minutes and one rapid trip to your bedroom later found you with your previous clothes in a heap across Sukuna’s bedroom floor. Your thighs shakin’, hips bucking wildly as you straddled his mouth—no, not his first. 

You were riding his second mouth.

The wildly monstrous one slashed across the middle of his stomach, large and hungry. He’d gaped it open immediately once you’d clamored up his washboard abs, letting the curled tip of his second tongue slide deftly between your inner thighs.

Playfully flickering in patterns straight up to the target of your cunt-

“Haaah, so you’ve decided you like- mmm, this mouth more than me?” One of his four hands teasingly dips downwards to grace your pussy with a solid spank. 

So loud, so wet that it makes his cursed mouth lick its lips in greed. “Really not gonna talk t’me now then? Not even through these lips?” Another one. And it’s letting off the rawest slurp that muffles your own squeal- “Though, I think she disagrees, huh, baby?”

Through gritted teeth, you somehow manage to force out, “Shut up-”

“Alright alriiiight.” Sukuna trails off, seemingly back to focusing on the ministrations of his tongue. 

Your eyes are dangerously on the verge of criss-crossing as he glissades it up every bead of slick escaping you. Laid flat n’ draaaaagging across every inch of skin he could reach, the flexible tip of his tastebuds were just barely touching your treacly folds when-

Spank!

Even harder this time. And your mind whirls stupidly at the stinging sensation that just felt so good- “N-ngh, fuck–”

You were bending so cutely on top of him, and Sukuna can’t help but lean his hulking figure further down the king-sized mattress. “Atta girl.” Bucking up so that you’re fully seated on top of his second mouth now, slick dribbling all down his obliques, his cursed tongue glued to your clit. 

Sticking between your folds, his pinkish tastebuds rover ‘round and ‘round that fat nub where you were most sensitive. Just barely gurgling out, “And here I th-thought you were shy-” 

“And here I thought you were dumbified, hmpf.” With a roll of his eyes, your husband chuckles. “Guess not yet.”

It was as much a warning as he would give you - and it wasn’t a warning at all.

Before the fat girth of his finger is rudely pryin’ apart your pussylips and shoving the first few inches inside. Until you’re being spearheaded by him, he’s trying to scope every inch of you. He’s trying to snake his muscle in until he’s probed into every nook n’ cranny.

“F-fuuuuuck—” Sukuna groans out, watching through half-lidded peripherals at the way your tight hole was trying to suck him up. So thick, he can count every throb of your walls around him, one-two-three-four- “Are we sure yer not dumbified- hah, already? Look how fucking wet ya are, mama.”

“N-ngh, Kuna—”

Your whines are botched with pants, after each time his finger is swabbing its way inside. Fitting in two- moving in the slightest half-ruts just to fit inside- again. And again and again.

Each passing second had him probin’ into a new corner of your pussy - and yet, it still wasn’t enough for the clan leader. Which is why Sukuna finds his tongue slithering back and forth your folds, pushing them apart until he was given a front row seat to your depravity. “See? A damn- fuck- waterpark. Are ya always like this or m’I just special, huh?”

“You’re not gonna be special if you- mmpf, talk so- ngh, much-” The stretch is so incredible that you’re forced to bite down on the gummy insides of your cheek. A necessity if you didn’t want to wake the entire house up tonight.

But Sukuna had other plans.

Rose brows raising in slight surprise, “Ohhhh? That good, huh?” The edges of his sleazy grin twitch once he’s tuggin’ on your dripping wet entrance even further, pumping in the expanse of a third lengthy finger. “M’just gonna take that as a sign m’special~”

“Kuna-”

Oh, you were just so pretty huffin’ and puffin’ atop him like this. It’s enough to make his second mouth slobber with greed, edging dangerously towards the circle of your stuffed hole. “Alright alriiight. Brace yourself, baby.”

“Brace m- wha- oh.”

Before you know it, his fat fingerpads are pushed oh-so-deeply inside. So deep that you think he’s filling out every drivelling orifice, pumping furiously. 

Sukuna fucks you with his fingers like he’s trying to make you remember. Like he’s trying to hook into all of your sweetest spots, the ridges of his joints brush up slightly against your g-spot. You mewl, “It’s so- oh, I’ve never felt so full-”

“Yeahhhh- those fingers of yours can’t do this, huh? Poor thing.” Fauxly cooing, he’s rovering you so open. Your husband’s fingers were so big that he didn’t even have to try to leave you trembling- to leave you whimpering as he pulls out in a quick split-second.

Wordlessly despite your disappointed cries, you crack your teary eyelids open to find that Sukuna was slipping off the silver metal wedding ring off of one of his left hands. And pushing it down onto his slick-glazed right hand- before thoroughly thrusting. “S’gonna be a stretch- gonna be a biiig stretch. You can take it, mama.”

“C-can I?” Your thighs twitch stupidly at the frigid feeling of his ring scraping your soft insides. 

This way, you could pinpoint the exact way he was moving inside of you: in and out in and out, curling to hit your g-spot. 

And Sukuna can tell the exact moment his stirrin’ fingers target your most sensitive spot- because you’re panting, you’re bucking. You’re throwing your head back once he plunges his slick-glazed fingers out to do it all over again and again, until his knuckles hit your pussylips raw. “Hell yeah, ya can. How’re you gonna, mmm, take all of me if you can’t even- oh, take these, hm?”

You’re pouting, “I-I can…”

“What’s that?”

In an effort to prove it to him, you bounce your hips right back into his sloppy cadence. “I can-” And it only makes your cunt squelch even louder the closer you are to his slippery tongue. 

“You can?”

“Y-”

His hips jerk upwards roughly, grazing that ridged texture of his tastebuds from the very bottom of your pussy, up, up, up to the tip of your slope. And it’s loud. “You can?” Your heart races, it’s only then that you realize he wasn’t talking to you - he was talking to your other pair of lips. “Then take it- take- ngh.”

Harder and harder. His probin’ mess was reaching a fever point and you’re rubbing yourself pathetically on the prolonged muscle of his tongue. 

And the more ravenous his cursed mouth became - edging his globular tip nearer n’ nearer to your stretched-out hole - the more ruined he was becoming. Bucking himself up animalistically, two hands of his control the grindin’ of your hips- manhandling you down just enough so that the wetness of your cunt just barely touches his rock-hard cocks. 

“F-fuck!” You’re whining at the feeling of two thick mushroomy tips touching your skin. 

And Sukuna doesn’t touch himself- no matter how many hands he has. Having you on top of him like this would be a sure-fire way to cream himself in his pants before he even started. His pretty lips wobbling, eyes scrunching closer the harder his aching erections throbbed. 

He was so sexy. And you can’t stop yourself from staring- something he notices even when he’s in this state. “Wh-what?” Flinching at the sheer intensity, “The fuck are ya looking at, huh?”

“I’m just th-thinking…” And you have to stop yourself from moaning as he pulls out his plump fingers in punishment. They were glistening, dripping with so much of your juicy sap that Sukuna sucks clean in front of you. 

Before slipping back in—“That I’d- oh- love to make you, mmm, shut up.”

Rolling his crimson eyes, “Oh, you’d love to make me shut up, huh?” And he was so smug. So sure of himself…until the leader catches onto the way you’d been rutting against his second mouth. Riding. And, slowly, those hazy peripherals of his widen- “Fuck…don’t tell me-”

You only nod.

“-you seriously wanna be fucked by my cursed mouth?”

Nodding drunkenly again-

“O-oh.” His head falls back into the satin pillows as you’re slipping it in, the slimy tendril of his tongue finally scouring into where he’d wanted to for so long now. 

It feels incredible. 

Finally hooking ‘round your tight entrance to push in, in, in—he’s just so big that once Sukuna’s unfurling his greedy tongue, it feels damn near never-ending. And you felt so tight pulsing around him, squeezing him inside once, twice, thrice. “Ya- ya really are gonna be the death of me- fuck!”

You start to ride him and it makes the big, bad Ryomen Sukuna mooooan, twitching his way inside of you. Since you were already softened up by his fingers, it was easy work for him to pull out and immediately replace himself with those rude tastebuds of his. 

Straightened out so he can probe around your walls, the length of his cursed tongue was pumping n’ pumping.

You’d never felt anything like this before. And you swear you see the mouth on his belly chuckle darkly as he fucks you like he would with his cocks. Salivating. Sploshing your poor insides until you have him memorized. 

Sukuna’s tongue swerves along your walls until he brushes the very back of your cervix, softly mushing it in. Again. And again. And again—“Fuh-fuuuuck—” You’re gurgling out, wet wads of saliva dribbling down each side of your lips. “Who’s the one dumbified now?”

“Wh-what- ngh-” His eardrums were popped from the pure pressure, barely able to make out your words.

And through the constant rams of his tongue, you manage to string together- “I-I said, who’s the- oh, dumbified one n- oh!”

“You.” In that very moment, he has his bumpy tastebuds glued to your g-spot, his hips arching right off the tense bedsprings, core tensed. Sukuna slashes his cursed mouth into your favorite area and grooooans, “Still you.”

Mouth prattling nonsensically, “Th-that’s cheating-”

“Nuh uh.”

He squeezes your perked clit with the tips of his rude fingers, still with the ring on one of them. And the backs of your eyes explode with white-hot pleasure at the dual pleasure - his tongue fucking you ferally, his digits teasing your clit. “Yes it is- hngh, because it’s gonna make me…”

Cum.

You were so close, you could feel it in each swab of his tongue. Gaped open even wider for the most maximum movements, each thrash is angled just right against your g-spot.

Just right to stretch out your glistening walls until they’re taking the shape of him. And he hums, “Yeahhhhh— all over.” Your clingy slick is drenching his abs by now, like a waterfall that he’s scooping up with a fourth hand. 

One on your clit, two on your hips to move you pliably up n’ down his length, and his final one getting absolutely soaked. Sukuna brings them up to his primary mouth to suck off the layers of candied slick, smearing it all over his lips like some delicacy. “Yeah, allll over now, mama. Make a hah- mess of me.”

Your jaw unfastens as you watch him clean himself off, every single drop. “Oh my…hngh.”

“What? Mmm, jealous?” Ruder, harder. It was just so sloppy how his mouth rovered all over your cunt, slippin’ and slidin’ back and forth at a constant pace. “Maybe if you were, hah, patient, you could’ve gotten that.”

“As if I’d want that…” You’re huffing, stubborn.

“My wife, you’re just- about- to cum- on me.” The space between each word is slashed with a push of his rovering fat tip, and a thorough squeeze on your clit.

To which you’re shooting back- “And you were about to cum- ngh, untouched.”

And you think he’ll tease you back. You think he’ll bully you until you’re driven mad - but Ryomen Sukuna was moaning in agreement.

Speeding up the pace of his velvety tongue, he’s slithering it with a deep bash against your g-spot. Grunting, “Can you blame me?” Harder. Something at the back of his throat cracks. He begs, “Such a pretty, oh, fuckin’ wife like you and- and I’m expected to stay calm?”

Hiccuping, “I- I don’t- Kuna, I’m not gonna last-”

Faster. “M’expected not to get pussydrunk? Expected to not fucking- lose it. F-fuck-” Sloppier. 

And you don’t get to hear what the tail end of his sentence might have been. Because with a few more vulgar strokes, you’re breaking apart—cumming. 

Lids cracking with tears, lips wobbling out whines.

His name, over and over again. Your cute noises are so loud that he has half the mind to wonder whether those damn elders will hear, “Cum—ing-” You announce, belatedly. Body shaking with each peak of your high, “Feels so- so good, oh.”

“Does it, now?” He babbles away, drunk on your honeyed pussy. The sheer primal clench of your walls almost made it hard for him to fuck you through your wave of bliss. “Good- good, atta girl, cream all down my t-tongue now.”

The curvaceous tip of his tongue was constantly pricking your g-spot, and it only drags out your orgasm even further. Until you were nothing but a sobbing mess, “Am- oh, I am.”

“Mhmmm— go ahead.” Your thighs twitch, head dropping backwards as the last few dredges of your high are pounded away. “Go ahead- take it. Take it all out on me.” With a few twinges of electricity that zap down your spine, you can finally manage to crack open your eyes. 

But you notice that just as you’ve reached your high, Sukuna did, too. 

Or, at least, he was trying oh-so-desperately not to.

As your pace lazes, his two hands on your waist glide down to his plump, aching erections. Both sets of thumbs rover on top of his leaking orifices, squeezing just so he won’t leak out in cum. Stopping himself from cumming untouched. 

And that makes you huff, “Kuna…” Your newfound nickname for him makes him flush, and you instantly swat away his hands. “Want it now.”

“Cheh-” Those hazy, blood-red eyes of his narrow, and somewhere in the distance, you can hear the tight snap of his underwear being pulled. “What a spoiled lil’ wife…”

But that wouldn’t stop him from indulging you, of course.

Sukuna breathes in heavy puffs, and you barely even have the time to catch yours before he’s immediately clawing onto the right side of your ass cheek with one hand.

Usin’ that sinful leverage to manhandle you straight down onto one of his plush tips, the thick circumference of his shaft throbs against your hole and you moan. Head snapping down- “Fuck.”

Oh, fuck.

He was so…big.

And that was being humble- you’d come to learn that not only was Sukuna gifted with extra height and limbs, he was gifted with extra size too. 

Two fat, veiny lengths laid between two meaty thighs, they were colored the prettiest tan flush on their tips. Dribbling down heaps of precum that puddled between the two of you. By now, the curly pink hairs at the bottom of his bases were already drenched, and his ballsack was so tight with need. 

 Sukuna was so hard that every throb was visible. So big that it made your thighs squeeze together.

Mentally, you’re calculating just how it might be possible for him to fit inside you. Before his rough tone cuts off your thoughts, “Ah ah- we can count together, mama. Say it w’me now-” 

“Wha- one!” Almost laughable, he’s then bullying in just the thickened front of one cock. They were stacked vertically, and as you get pierced by the lower one, his upper one was rubbin’ primally on your front. 

Sukuna’s mean fingers draw an invisible line from up your treacly slit, measuring. “Mmm- s’more like two inches.”

“Two-” You blabber, “Then how much more-”

“Guess we’ll just have to find out, heh~”

And he meant it.

Before long, Sukuna was fucking up into you furiously. Ferally. Thrust after half-thrusts just to fit his incredible size inside, “Tha’s about four…mmm, more three.” He’s drunk on your pussy, counting away how many solid, sopping inches managed to be squeezed in each time. In a split-second, your poor pussy’s being spanked. “You too, baby.”

“It’s just so- ngh—” Your head throws back for the nth time tonight, singing in synchronization with the creaks of the bed. 

It’s like he was jackhammerin’ you, mazing your slick-filled insides with the globe of his cockhead. Sukuna was so long that it was easy to massage your every sweet spot- again and again. “Whaaaat? Can’t take it? Fuck, wee’re only about-” On your tummy, he measures out how far he’d slid inside by now. “S-six inches, still. About halfway?”

Your eyes bulge—halfway?

It’s a shock so large that the rest of your body loosens up, weakened. Just perfect for him to grab onto your hips, your thighs, one hand on your neck to jostle your cute body up n’ down his cock.

“S’it too much for my, mmm, good wife?” Mercilessly, he’s spitting between your ajar mouth. “Took my tongue but you can’t even take one of my cocks- aw, c’mon now, mama.”

“I-I-”

“I-I-I- whaaaat?” Octaves higher. Your husband leans in until his heated breath burns the shell of your ear, whispering, “Gonna hafta speak up, y’know? Unless ya want me to- fuck- it out- of you-”

And you always did surprise him. Because where the head of the Itadori clan expected to be met with a few sobs, a few pleas, you’re only straddling his toned hips tighter. 

Swervin’ your hips down in a dizzying figure-eight to help him stuff your cunt full of him. And even though it still wasn’t enough to bottom out completely, you look up at him through teary lashes. “I want both, Kuna.”

Sukuna’s pink lashes flutter, his breath catches. “Wh-what?” And he stutters. Oh, you’d made him stutter - just as nervous and awestruck as he was on your wedding night.

“Both.” You can only repeat the word.

Because at that very second– before your response has even graced his very ears, he’s rutting up into you like an animal. Like a dog in heat, Sukuna’s crushing your front to his abs and his cocks to your cunt.

Pap!

“Fuck…” He hisses at the sting of flesh slamming on flesh, “Eleven. What was that?”

And you’re being dumbified by the sheer stretch, not only had he started kissin’ your puckered pussylips with his second cock - he was starting to press inside. No hesitation, no waiting around for you to get used to the stretch. Sukuna was hungry. 

You somehow choke through wads of your own spit, “More- both- oh fuck!”

“What? S-say it again-” He’s like a broken record at this point, and so were his plunging cocks. Deeper n’ deeper. Your drivelling entrance was now stretched out so widely over the circumferences of his bases, sobbing just as much as you were. 

“Bo-”

“Twelve- again.”

It was a damn wonder that he could still spit out coherent words. Stammering. Heaving.

The hand of Sukuna’s that’d been caressing your front was now slithering down to cup both his shafts. Guiding them upwards to press in—“Gonna have ya take it a-all until here-” You snap your head down to see what he was talking about - only to catch a lil’ you’d missed in your observations of his size before. 

Those two ring tattoos at the base ends of his cocks.

The sight itself is so lecherous that it has you moaning- “Oh, yes- both.”

“Yeah? So sit pretty and take it, baby.” They were glistening with your sultry sap, nearly kissing your folds by now. “Allll the way until m’tattoos- got it, girl? Alllll the way until…” Stupidly, you’re nodding. And he can only breathe through clenched teeth, “Fuh-fuck! Thirteen.”

Thirteen.

Thirteen entire inches - each.

You’d finally reached the tattoos. And they were stuffed pretty n’ puffily inside you. Throb-throb-throbbing away against your every tiny orifice, Sukuna didn’t even have to try to mold your gooey cunt to him. 

As you open your mouth to demand him to move, he plunges in two of his thick fingers. Messily dragging himself towards the back of your throat, “Tch- such a dangerous fuckin’ mouth. M’gonna hafta fuck that outta ya.”

You’re whimpering, your jaw dangling agape perfectly for him to spit inside. And then his second mouth—targetting your pussy with a thick glue of spittle.

At least he was nice enough to give you an actual semi-warning this time.

Because before long, two hands are clawing at your sides. Pinning you down so that his two shafts can prick your cervix neatly, bottomed out and yet still trying to go deeper.

When he finds that futile, Sukuna bodily bounces you up n’ down his upright erections. “Oh my god- o-oh my god.” One of his angular shafts was bashing in your sponged cervix, and the other was just below n’ cutely rubbing on your g-spot. “Fuck it just feels so- good!”

“Aaaaatta girl, enjoy it.” With a hand on your throat, he bends you back into an arch. 

The pressure is almost too much - so much. You find your body naturally torn between running away and yearning for more, more, more. Though, luckily, the clan leader’s there to help you make that decision. “Nuh uh, no runnin’, baby. Put your back into it- taaaake it, you see how much she likes it?”

“Can- can hear-”

“Mhm—”

And truly, your overfilling pussy was so loud. Every splatter of precum inside you made the most primal squelches- and the volume? 

The sheer sploshes of his gooey translucent sap was enough to bloat your pussy. But now with two plump, vein-covered cocks of his probin’ your innards, he was fucking a tummy bulge into you. You gasp at the feeling, “I d-didn’t even know that was- hck! possible-”

“Heh, course it is—And y’know how to make that cute lil’ tummy bulge of yours even bigger?” Sukuna beckons you closer, like he’s about to tell you a secret.

Even though, really, he’s manhandling you like a ragdoll. Reeling you in until his scorched hot lips were grazing your own, murmuring. “I just…hafta…fuck a baby into you, my wife.”

Almost on cue - like a little preparation - both of his strawberry-red divots stream out a few beads of precum. Splattered against your walls, they drip n’ cream down the sides of your pussy and make you see stars. “I would like that- oh, I would- I would like that.”

“Mmm— and what about you?”

Evidently, your needy cunt’s in agreement, too. Because the wettest noises suddenly let off from between your legs- and only later do you realize that it wasn’t just because of how damp your pussy was. No, it was because of his second mouth.

Tonguing down the shimmery sheen of slick upon each of your thighs, he licks up every drop of juice you were leaking. Flicking the curly end of his tongue at your clit-

“Ah ah- focus on me.” Sukuna snaps you out of your high with a light spank on your slope, and a literal click of his fingers. 

“B-but how can I when it feels so goood—”

“So goooood, huh?” He drags it out purposefully, pressing his thumping veins against the roof of your channel. 

Sukuna knew the effect he had on you. He knew how to target your favorite spot in strikes so precise that it left your toes curling, vision flashing with white. “Tell me-” Right now, he had one hand smearing apart your folds to better let his tongue slip between them. Another two hands clung onto your waist to help you move, and the fourth and final was grabbing your face. Pushing your cheeks together pathetically, “Can’t focus? Awww, my poor wife. Are that- oh, useless at focusing on anything that isn’t my two c-cocks right now?”

“N-ngh, Kuna—” Cute. How cute. Your dilated pupils were swirlin’ in circles inside the whites of your eyes, comically pounded stupid after each stroke upon stroke.

“S’that the case, huh? Is that why my mouthy girl is so- oh, fuck- quiet now?” He’s almost snickering- it’s so ruthless. 

Heavy hips pressuring up into you. He was pounding you in rough thrusts, all the way from the mazing curve of his cockheads to those tickling tufts of pink at his very bottom. And Sukuna has the audacity to spit—“Fuck, mama. Do you even know your name right now?”

Your brain was too hazy, merely sparking with twitches of pleasure. You’re left blubbering nonsensically for a few seconds, until his tongue slaps your buttony clit. Startling you into answering, “I-I…”

“Heh, do you even know mine?”

“K-Kuna—” You might not remember your own name by now, but screaming Sukuna’s over n’ over had permanently branded his into your mind. 

And so you look up at your husband’s handsome, leering features for any recognition. Only to find him tutting, “Now now, how disa- oh, disappointing. I thought you’d most importantly know who I am, at least.”

“Then…clan leader?”

“Nuh uh.”

Pouting, “B-but ”

“B-b-b-but-” He’s mocking, buttery tongue now rubbin’ your nub raw. You felt overstimulated enough to press your chin between his puffy pecs, like cushions. Sheening out drool all over his skin- “Say my title before you cum, baby.” You listen with bated breath, “M’your husband. And m’always gonna be your husband.”

“M-my husband?” Your mouth drops - and you’re unsure whether it’s because of his words, or the sudden increase of his tempo. Hot and hard.

His twin, rock-hard crowns plummet all the way until you swear you can feel him poke your lungs. Throbbing at a thunderous staccato, he breathes—“Gonna be your husband that fucks you like th-thiiiis—” Punctuated by a few sloppy drags of his vein-decorated lengths, “Gonna be your husband that eats you out like m’starved.” A few hearts that he’s drawin’ on your clit with his extra prolonged tongue.

“Fuck- fuck I’m gonna—”

As your sobs break off, his roughened hand dips from your throat to the slick n’ precum dripping down your thighs. And you faintly notice the way he’s using the moisture to write out his own name—

Ryomen Sukuna. 

Signed off with a little heart on your skin, “And m’gonna be your husband that…” And a second heart right above where your womb was, where he was jackhammering into your womb like no other. Flooding it with copious knots of cum like he was practising for something else soon. 

Sukuna leans down sweetly so that his lips trace your earlobe, whispering. “-breeds this pretty pussy alllll full.” Tapping the front of your pussy, like he was just imagining it.

And that does it for you. That does it.

Before long your head falls into the crook of his neck with a dull thud, so utterly dumbified on your sudden orgasm that you can only blabber. “Kuna- Kuna—!” 

Your thighs were shaking, cunt fluttering with each spasm of pleasure.

And if Sukuna was going to fuck you through your high, he was going to fuck you through your high. Every probe of his rovering cocks increased your bliss tenfold, exact hits to your g-spot. 

Sobbing, “Please-” You can only hold onto his flexed, tattooed deltoids for dear life. Clawing down his skin due to the constant stimulation, you bow your spine backwards and meet his ferocious thrusts. Riding out the euphoria- spark after spark that made your toes curl.

Grunting, he just felt so used right now. And he loved it. “Yes yes yes- let this entire house know. Let that whole council ngh- hear how good of a husband I am to you.”

It lasts until you’re gurgling on your own whines, zaps of electricity still shooting from your cunt. “Let them-” And Sukuna dares to smush your tear-wettened cheeks together to coo, “Fuck, what’s that–? What’s that pretty mouth hafta- hngh, say t’me?”

And you somehow manage out, “I-inside.” A shaky hand of yours snakes down to part your pussylips wider, helping his roverin’ tongue. “My husband…”

Ryomen Sukuna’s eyes widen, his kiss-bitten lips part.

You could almost hear the deep, trembling gasp that he’s inhaling. Letting out only five words—“I l-love you, my wife.”

You aren’t granted the time to formulate a response- before his thick, battered cockheads start spilling out. Flooding your cunt in mere seconds, you’re just dripping down your thighs in thick clumps of his seed.

And his cursed mouth is more than happy to indulge in all the miry ribbons of sap, lickin’ all upwards until a thin, ivory gloss coats its lips. Sukuna looks down and groans, “Oh fuck- oh fuck fuck fuck fuck-”

His flush was scorching, face scrunched in pleasure. You’re purring, “You’re so pretty, baby—”

“Ah, m’so glad I married ya.” He can’t stop the lil’ confession that leaves his mouth. Heart too full- your cunt too full. And if you saw one of the strongest, most vicious clan leaders in existence smile through a fiery blush n’ his pussydrunk tears, then you mercifully don’t comment.

“M’glad I married you too, Kuna—” 

And you’d felt nothing like this before. Having his gluey cum splosh around inside of you, both of his lengths were shoved in so deeply that they were constantly coating your cervix in white. Your womb.

Your deepest orifices that leak out as Sukuna plants a hand on your tummy and presses, watching with bated breath as his seed gushes out of you like a waterfall. “Fuck- didn’t think it would be like th-this, ngh.” He was hypnotized, making an even bigger mess of you. “Didn’t think that it would be s-so…” Addictive.

He doesn’t finish his sentence. For now.

Red eyes teary, Adam’s apple gulping. You’d completely sucked him dry by the time that Sukuna was pulling out of you. The matching mushroom tips of his shafts twitching, reddened and sensitive. 

He hisses as they bob in the air for a few seconds, before-

“Kuna- oh, fuck.”

Before you were flipped over and pressed deep into the mattress. Your legs on his shoulders, your knees near your tits—and his mouth over your overstimulated cunt. 

Letting you cream all down his chin, Sukuna has to swat away his cursed mouth just to get a taste of you himself. And the moment his plush lips touch your glazed folds- you’re trying to run away. Failing. 

“Now now, my wife.” Being draaaaagged back down by all four of his big, beefy arms. Sukuna pecks exactly six open-mouthed kisses on your sloppy hole, his lengthy pinkish tongue coming out to sluuurp—“I remember something about…six heirs?”

Oh. 

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“Y’know, there’s really nothing wrong with impotency.”

Wasuke grunts, a few elders nod. “Agreed.”

“But maybe he’s taken a vow of celibacy-”

“Maybe his dicks fell off.”

“Choso Kamo!” It was never too early in the morning for Itadori Jin to squawk at his sons, especially when they were in the middle of what was undoubtedly an exceptionally important subject of conversation - the two of you. 

He wags his butter knife like a weapon, “We do not say those words in front of Yuji, and especially not in front of our toast.” Before reality sets in and he drags a hand down his face, “But yes…that is possible…”

Wasuke deems it to be the perfect time to chime in, “Bah! I don’t care if they fell off or if they multiplied- I just want grandkids.”

“Father, might I remind you that it was you who decided to interrupt their little moment last night?” A vein pops out beside Jin’s temple, and in his periphery can see the other guilty elders shift in their seats. 

The old man does, too, but still in denial. “Slander! That is propaganda that I will not be falling for-”

“Father, we have multiple eye witnesses. I am an eye witness.”

“And what were you doing spying with us?”

“…”

As Itadori Wasuke rests his case, the winding table falls into perhaps the first quiet of the morning. Somewhat tense. Somewhat anticipating. That is, until an oblivious Yuji nearly upturns his bowl of cereal to chime in—“Exorcist-”

“What? Choso, did you let him watch your-” Jin starts- and then stops. Because then he’s seeing exactly what his youngest son was looking at - you and Sukuna.

Well, more like you in Sukuna’s arms. It seemed that you were having some trouble waddling down the Estate’s multiple flights of stairs, painstakingly taking it one at a time to enter the dining room. And he has half the mind to nearly ask what’s wrong, perhaps even get up and help you himself- until he sees it.

Oh, it was hard to miss.

He sees it, and so does everyone else within a five mile radius: the bite marks, the bruises, the slight weariness in both your eyes from lack of sleep. It almost looked as if you two had been thrown to the wolves.

And his younger brother often did forgo a shirt for breakfast, but now he’d haphazardly thrown on a yukata. One that showed off such feral scratches disappearing down his back, his neck, fuck- maybe even his thighs?

Jin drops his butter knife, Choso exits the table, and Wasuke…was he even breathing? Hell, Jin was sure that a few of the surrounding elders had honest-to-heavens fainted right then and there.

Nearly everyone knew what happened.

Except for a beaming Itadori who was the first to gain your dual attentions, squealing out a “G’morning–!” that you both reciprocate in hushed, hoarse voices. Fuck, he even swears he heard Sukuna’s gruff baritone crack.

No one comments, of course, for the dark glint in their clan leader’s eyes promised sure death if they did. Though, Jin does roll his eyes at a few of the whispering council members—

“What a glorious, wonderful day it is. I truly do believe in miracles-”

“My bets are on a girl- but a boy would also be-”

“Akon worked?”

He doesn’t think he can judge, though. Not when he’s immediately pulling out his phone to text Yuji’s teacher, Haibara, about the salacious new updates. Ah, can you blame him? You two would make the prettiest lil’ babies. 

Finally, you and Sukuna finally take your seats at the clan table. Grinning. And by the looks on your faces, Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t impotent. Not at all. 

Though, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

The Itadori family sips their tea.

A/N. *Also sips tea* Hope you have a lovely week!

Plagiarism not authorized.

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Mooo!

Synopsis. Name: Fushiguro Toji. Age: (Do not ask unless you wish to be kicked). Type: Bos taurus—in other words…a bull hybrid. Other notes: This particularly proud bull hybrid is already mated—with you! Is known to be a patient and attentive mate, despite his rough exterior. Although if Fushiguro Toji isn’t available when you go into heat, you know who to ask…your sweet farmer Shiu. Got enough milk for two?

Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader x Shiu Kong

Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farmer!Shiu, farm AU, hybrid AU, somewhat Iove triangIes, heats, ruts, matìng bonds, accidental heat-inducing, Toji turns that truck around, thrèesome, mmf, somewhat eiffeI tower, oraI (m + f), fìngering, spìtting, suffocating (he hopes to), chokìng, tongue f, brief breathpIay, Toji’s BIG, size differences, making it fit, pushing down on stomach, RULES, teasing, running from it, Toji’s mean, Shiu’s rather nice, MANHANDLlNG, fuII neIsons, Toji’s pìercings, taking turns, impromptu bIindfolds, guessing games, punishments, p talking, p sIapping, DP, big stretches, cervìx smooches, a bit fruity, Iactation, dùmbification, pùssydrunk Shiu, pheromones, creampíes, cúmpIay, KNOTS, implied marathons, implied brèeding, getting together, pet names, swéaring.

Word count.  14.8k

A/N. I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAACK and in honor of my 21st birthday thought 2 + 1 = 3. How about a 3soooome?? A continuation of this fic by me but can be read aIone, previous fic inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e <33

“Y’know…” Toji’s chuckle comes out sharp—it hits the back of your neck in a steaming pant. And he doesn’t have to use entirely a lot of force to drag you backwards- just the simplest tug usin’ his headlock and you’re gasping down his length. 

Just as you have been for hours now- for what feels like days.

The ground beneath you is dampened with sweat and spittle, those sun-cured hay cubes are a mess- your throat is run absolutely ragged. And yet Fushiguro Toji wasn’t one to slow down - especially not during his ruts. 

The bull hybrid leans in—and you can feel the smoothness of his septum dragging down the side of your face. He’s wrapping his tail around your left thigh and hauling you to his hips. “-you’re never gonna find another mate like me, girl.”

And just as you’re opening your mouth to answer - to agree, to gasp, to sob - the doors of the barn house slam open.

And there stands your dear farmer, Shiu Kong.

Now, Shiu Kong must have known what he was walking into.

He must have-

Or at least one would think—hell, Shiu himself had assumed so and mentally prepared himself for about fifteen minutes outside the barn house before walking inside to tell the two of you to keep it down (those sensitive horse hybrids were complaining!) But he had never expected- fuck. This was all that damned Kusakabe’s fault.

It’d been about two months since Fushiguro Toji was added to his farmyard roster. Ever since his supposed ‘best friend’ had gone and dumped the proud bull hybrid on Shiu’s otherwise idyllic farm. It was meant to be temporary - just a few days watching over him until Kusakabe returned from a Hybrid Farms Convention in Tokyo. Meant to be…

But he was bigger than the rest. Broader. Gruffer. With pierced ears and the sleekest black coat on his lower half. 

So Toji had drawn gazes - one of which being from you, his most prized cow hybrid, specifically.

And Shiu couldn’t have that.

Especially not given the fact that you were the sweetest, softest thing…oh, alright you were his favorite. A part of him almost expected that having a prime bull hybrid around so many unmated cow hybrids would be nothing but trouble. But he just didn’t expect Toji to go after his favorite- anyone but you.

Thus he’d spared no expense keeping the two of you apart. 

Yet in the end it hadn’t mattered how many padlocks (twenty, at the last count) or planks that Shiu had fastened on Toji’s separate enclosure—because a padlock is only as good as it’s locked. And only three days into Toji’s stay, he’d forgotten to lock that damned thing before leaving the farm on an errand- was about halfway out of town by the time that he’d remembered. 

And turned that truck around in the middle of the highway.

Of course, by the time that Shiu actually arrived at the farm and thrown those barn house doors open - much like he had done tonight - the two of you were already tangled up n’ mated. With you humming delightedly into Toji’s neck—bite marks down every inch of it. The creamy scent of pheromones wafting out of the barn house and saturating the farmyard air.

And Toji himself hadn’t spared you an ounce of mercy.

As teeth marks were indented all along your supple skin; especially ‘round each areola of yours which Toji pinched. Letting milk flood out of Shiu’s beloved cow hybrid. Looking straight at him.

Fuck.

Shiu remembers it as clear as day.

Did he mention that he was rock-fucking-hard then? He probably shouldn’t have mentioned that…

Because it only makes him think about how hard he was right now, too. 

He was staring at a vision that was quite similar: Toji was ramming into you like there was no tomorrow- so fast that he’s only seeing the blur of his angry cock and the smack-smack-smacking of skin-on-skin. Except this time you were on all fours.

So Shiu was given the perfect view of your pretty tail swishing from side-to-side. Only growing more agitated as Toji grows faster.

The farmer watches as Toji’s hand wraps around your tail and drags you backwards- so disrespectful. A few more bite marks. A few more shakes of your pretty thighs - he gets the sense that you’d be collapsing onto the floor if Toji wasn’t helping hold you up. And once again Shiu’s struck by just how pliable you are underneath the other man.

“C’mon now-” Toji grunts. “Giddy up. Almost there.”

You’re shaking even harder. Your skin was glistening with sweat. Your eyes dazedly drift towards the other man - and he knows by that glint in your eyes- he knows it. 

He knows that you’re about to cum.

And you’re throwing your head back with what he assumes to be a moan announcing your crescendo—“Shi- oh.”

Oh.

Were you about to…?

Oh fucking-

And Shiu considers himself an intellectual man - he really does. He’s usually quick with his quips and isn’t the most inerudite of the rowdy bunch down at the bars; but this…this leaves his brain blue-screening and his mouth hanging stupidly open. Almost in a mirror of yours.

He can only stand and watch - cock throbbing in his denim overalls - as you’re tremblin’ all between Toji’s harsh thrusts. The way he fucks you is rude—as if the sound of the other man’s name on your lips almost spurs him on further.

He had to remind you who your mate was, after all.

You’re growing limp once your wave of bliss is completely bated. And it’s with a deafening slurp! that Toji himself finishes.

Polishin’ off what Shiu assumes to be your sweetest inside with his long, clingy ropes of cum- so much so that he’s seeing a ring of white start to formulate around Toji’s length. Lucky fucker. Shiu’s mouth goes dry as Toji pins your hips to the hay-littered ground and fucks and fucks his cum into you ruthlessly.

After a few prolonged minutes, he finally sets your waist free and lets your body droop onto the floor completely.

And between pants, Toji manages to whisper- “What the fuck?” Though his keen senses had already picked up on the fact that the farmer had intruded on your little…rut session, it’s only now that Toji’s finally turning.

The veins on his neck popping and prominent. Eyes greener than the brightest field - narrowed. It was as if he was finally seeing the farmer as more than simple amusement or some guy to poke ‘round with his horns sometimes - a challenge.

Was it just Shiu or were Toji’s horns looking extra sharp tonight? 

“And remember that.” Shiu speaks with courage that he did not have—to hell with not biting the hand that feeds. Shiu might’ve been the farmer but he was less than a pigsty in Toji’s eyes. Or so he felt. “Next time your pretty girl cums, she’ll be saying my name.”

Toji doesn’t even pull out of you before he snipes- “Next time you say shit like that, they’ll carry you out in a wheelbarrow.”

“And replace me?” Shiu snorts. “You think she’d milk for anyone else?”

“Pig-”

You, pointedly, kept your mouth shut to avoid saying anything more inflammatory.

And you best believe that he’s stepping back from those barn house doors as soon as he could - what was that he said about considering himself an intellectual man? He’s letting the doors slam behind him and waiting for a moment outside until he hears the two of you start it up again—those horse hybrids and their beauty sleep be damned.

With that said, Shiu takes a deep breath and heads back to his farmhouse.

The time was 12:28AM and he spends the next hour rubbin’ his cock raw to the memory of you almost moaning his name.

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“…What did you just say to me?” And something must’ve shown in Shiu’s tone, because his friend groans from the other end of the line—‘oh, c’mon man-’

And never in his life has he let out a louder sigh. Pointed, too.

Because here Shiu was carrying on his early morning duties - ensuring herd checks and watering some of the trees, just going into the barn house to do some milking - when he gets a phone call—and from who else? Kusakabe Atsuya himself.

Now, Shiu has long since gotten used to dreading Kusakabe’s phone calls. The man’s his best friend, but a phone call from him was never bound to end well - he’s the entire reason he has a massive bull hybrid mated with you in the first place. So needless to say it didn’t start off on the right foot. But then the words left his mouth—

“-Tokyo Hybrid Farm Convention-”

And Shiu almost ended the call then and there. 

But Kusakabe must’ve had an inkling. Because he yelped out a few pleas- “Wait wait wait wait- please, I promise you’re going to want to hear this.”

And Shiu had no choice but to groan and comply. At least hear the man out. “Alright, but you better be quick. The cow hybrids need to be milked before noon.”

“Oh please- you and I both know that you’re just impatient to see your ‘pretty girl’, yeah?” Kusakabe hurries before his best friend loses his patience. “Anyways—hear me out- there’s a Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo-”

“I’m not-”

“And this time it’s for the hybrids.” Kusakabe cuts him off. Then basks in Shiu’s stunned silence for a few seconds, “And I know I ended up dumping Toji on you for a few days…and eventually…permanently, but let me make it up to you by getting him a new hoof-trimming chute. And maybe while I’m there I can even get him fitted for a new bull ring.”

Shiu rubs his chin in thoughtfulness. “I have been meaning to get him a larger one…”

“Then it’s settled.” Kusakabe says gleefully. “I’ll get you the ring and take Toji off your hands for a day.”

“Can’t it be a few days?” Shiu grumbles.

“No way, man. He’s all yours- consider me the babysitter.” 

“Whatever- better than nothing.” 

“So I’ll pick him up in an hour or two, yeah?” Kusakabe affirms, and from the other end of the line Shiu can hear some shuffling. A truck door slamming. “I’ll have him back to you around midnight.”

“Take your time.”

And with just a few more words shared, Shiu’s ending the call. He stands at the door to the barn house in a way far too reminiscent of the night before—and from here he can see you nuzzlin’ up to Toji for warmth as the early morning sunlight creeps into your hay-scattered abode. It really was a heartwarming sight, the two of you - if only Toji wasn’t glaring at him as if he wanted to trample over him.

However, this time, Shiu was the one with the upper hand. “Guess what, hotshot?” He goads at the bull hybrid, and it works to make his ol’ golden nose ring huff. “You’re going to be going on a little field trip today.”

Toji scoffs and rests his chin on your head.

“Oh no- I’m afraid this one’s going to be a bachelor’s trip.” The most wicked smile twitches at his lips. He watches Toji’s brows furrow and his front legs start to kick at the ground as if about to charge. “You’ll be going to the Hybrid Farm Convention in Tokyo with your old pal Kusakabe, isn’t that exciting?”

The look on Toji’s face was ‘most certainly not’.

“Then we can replace that old-fashioned ring of yours with a new one. Make that ugly mug a little more handsome, hm?”

“My ass is more handsome than you.”

“Real mature.” Shiu shakes his head as Toji flips him off and struts away outside—his midnight-black hair gleams under the morning sun, and the muscles of his upper half are almost Herculean. Shiu follows your gaze to the bull hybrid. 

With a fond chuckle, the farmer then walks over to you and runs his fingers across your scalp. Reaching that one spot he knew you loved so much- scratching behind your hybrid ears. “I don’t know how you put up with him, pretty girlie.”

“He’s really not that bad once you get to know him.” You’re softly nuzzling into him.

Shiu shudders as he thinks back to last night. “Yeah, well I think I know him a little too- hey, are you feeling a little warm?”

“Hmmm?” Absent-mindedly you’re humming.

“I’m serious, girl.” Shiu’s brows furrow- and he’s taking his hand off of your scalp to feel the temperature on your forehead. “I think you’re a little warm.”

Eyes closed, you’re only pushing against him- yearning for his touch. And Shiu tries not to think about that too hard. “I was just in the sun, Shiu.”

“Yeah but…” Now that he thinks about it- you were particularly touchy today—almost needy. And he’s sure he wasn’t imagining the scent of soft sweet cream that lingered in the barn house today. Although that wouldn’t make sense - cow hybrids were prone to one heat cycle a month, for about a week give or take.

And you’d just finished your cycle two weeks ago…Shiu would know.

He hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep those past few days. And as if that wasn’t bad enough- immediately after your heat, Toji’s rut had started up. 

The farmer turns his head and looks at the little homemade calendar hung up at the end of the barn. It contained all the dates of the hybrids’ heats and ruts and when he might expect them next—and not to brag, but it had a 97% accuracy rate. The 3% was when Toji wanted to piss him off and somehow manage to draw his rut out a little longer.

But according to that- you should be in the all-clear. He furrows his brows at the color-coded green zone. What can he say? Shiu Kong liked pretty things, okay?

Aforementioned Shiu Kong looks at you. “Maybe…hm, maybe it’s just a little fever, pretty girl. That brute must’ve worn you out.” You’re shyly bumping your shoulder into him, and he runs his hand across your body. “Now then I need you to get some rest, okay? Go sleep and I’ll bring over your breakfast- oh.” Just then, his hand dips up to the swell of your chest where your tits were. “And I’ll milk you tomorrow depending on how you’re feeling, does that sound good?”

Almost dazedly, you’re nodding with a smile. “Mmm s’good, Shiu.”

A thrill zips down his spine - he ignores it. “G-good. Go on now.” And right before he himself leaves the barn house, Shiu says. “And do try to convince Toji that it’d be good for him to get a new ring. The fool doesn’t realize the power he has in emptying Kusakabe’s pockets.”

Shiu gently closes the door to head back to his duties.

He flips Toji off behind his back.

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At 12:21PM on the dot (Kusakabe said he’d be here half an hour ago) his best friend’s truck is parked in his vast farmland. And Shiu helps Toji into a hybrid trailer—he could have just gone in the passenger-side seat, but Shiu didn’t trust Toji one bit to not just open the door and jump out. Perhaps even outrun that truck at the first instance of missing you.

Honestly, he might just do the same with the trailer too…

But Shiu doesn’t tell Kusakabe this - instead he’s letting the man load his prized bull hybrid. And then clapping him on the shoulder, “Alright- he’s your problem now.”

“Just for today.” Kusakabe rolls his eyes. “A day longer and he might just drive the truck himself getting back to his mate.”

He whispers, “…I wouldn’t count on him not to do that today, either.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Shiu amends. Looking at the huffing n’ puffing Toji inside the trailer, arms crossed. “Just that he’s a romantic.”

“That he is.” Kusakabe tips his hat and waves himself off. “Alright- midnight, yeah?”

“Like I said- take your time.” He says, eagerly- perhaps a little too eagerly.

The other man gets into the truck and slams the door shut - the force causes that hunk of rusted metal to wobble and creak, like an old man’s laugh. Shiu gets the sense that the entire world seemed to be laughing at him at that moment—including his best friend. Was he really that obvious? 

Shiu walks up to Kusakabe’s window and leans against it. “What the hell are you laughing at?”

“Oh- nothing.” Kusakabe has the audacity to wipe off a mirthful tear. “Just that it reminds me of back then. Bet you’re really happy to have some alone time with your pretty girl, huh?”

“You say that like it’s been ages since Toji’s been here.” Shiu scoffs. “She’s known me longer- probably still likes me better too. You know she only lets me-”

“-milk her.” Kusakabe interrupts. Amusement on his features at the familiar words, “Yeah yeah. You’ve said it once before, man. Or maybe twice. Thrice. Fifteen times-”

“Whatever, man.”

Shiu kicks off the side of Kusakabe’s truck and gives it a customary slap on the bonnet. 

“Drive safe. Even if you get stranded this time, I’m not coming to pick you up.”

“What a friend.” Kusakabe starts pulling the truck ahead and calls out as he goes. “Take care of the pretty girl when her mate’s not around~”

“You know I will.”

And as he watches the truck pull away with Toji inside the trailer—the bull hybrid lets out a mournful sound. It’s as Shiu feels a soft head rest against him that he realizes you’d joined him in the farewell; longingly watching your mate be hauled off. 

“It’s just for the convention, pretty girl.” Shiu mutters to you. He reaches to scratch behind your hybrid ears but- the faint heat radiating off you makes him pause. “Is…it just me or has your fever gotten worse?”

“Mmm, dunno.” You murmur thickly. You push deeper against his body and Shiu’s suddenly hit with a lingering scent of dairy and fresh flowers, presumably from last night.

“If this gets any worse then we might have to pay a visit to Dr. Shoko…”

Fervently, you’re shaking your head. 

Although you liked the cool and composed otter hybrid, Dr. Shoko, actually visiting the doctor was another thing. And so Shiu let it slide - for now - as he advised you to stay out of the sunlight and get some more rest—he’ll bring some cool drinks over after he’s done tending to the horse hybrids’ hair.

Shiu watches as you totter off into the barn house once more.

He’ll have to keep a close eye on you…

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3:18PM

The farmdog hybrids were particularly energetic today - Shiu spent just about two hours straight neglecting his tractor maintenance to throw frisbees with them. Ah, to hell with that old thing. Maybe next time he’ll accompany Kusakabe to those Tokyo conventions and see if they have discounts on tractors. 

Although he knows he shouldn’t have been so careless - but you can’t blame a farmer for letting loose! Especially not when - usually - whenever he did this sort of thing—it’d only end up with Fushiguro Toji trampling all over the frisbee for the sake of it.

Especially not when it’s exactly what got him to notice the state of you in the first place.

Shiu had thrown the frisbee too far. It had landed somewhere by the pond, and Shiu didn’t want Ino getting his coat all muddied again- so he told the canine hybrid to stay put as he himself trudged through all the vegetation and too-soft earth. Ah…remind him to unweed this mess sometime soon. Spike rushes stuck to his boots, and water lilies waded towards him as the farmer determinedly made his way to the frisbee. 

Just bending down to get it when-

Letting out softly—“Oh.”

When Shiu spots your curled-up self on the side of the pond bank—all cocooned amongst the lush vegetation like a little treasure just for him. He tries to shake that thought out of his mind.

You startle awake once he steps on a twig attempting to get nearer to the frisbee- “Easy there.” His deep tone soothes you. “Easy. Easy. It’s just me.” You’re following the voice and settling down once you recognize him. “What’re you doing here, pretty girl?” 

“Just resting.” You respond. Now that you were sure there wasn’t any danger, you’re settling back down into your comfortable position. “The water helps keep me cool, y’know?”

“That pesky fever’s still bothering you?” Shiu reaches down to measure the temperature on your forehead - and sure as day, he’s feeling the heat simmering. If he wasn’t mistaken—it was just a tad hotter than what he remembered it to be when saying goodbye to Toji. “Hm…it doesn’t seem to be getting better on its own. How about a visit to Shoko’s?”

“Shiu…” You whine.

“Now now, missy.” He tuts. “I need you to be healthy- not only would Toji kill me otherwise, but I wouldn’t forgive myself either.”

“I’m feeling fine…really. It’s just a little hot.” You insist. “Today’s been really hot- I promise m’gonna feel better once the sun goes down.”

“Hmmm. Alright.” Though Shiu still didn’t seem all that convinced. “But you won’t cool off with water just by looking at it.” 

“What do you-”

But those words are getting stuffed back into your throat once Shiu takes a little run-up and throws himself into the pond. Creating a resounding splash! and sending a wave of water into the air—like translucent sun-glittered frogs that take a soaring leap and land on you. 

You’re yelping as the cool water lands on you- “Shiu—! You little-”

And then jumping in after him.

He throws his head back and lets out a deep, joyous laugh. And if he smelled the soft fragrance of honey suckle and fresh cream…then he imagines some of the other cow hybrids are ready for milking again.

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6:21PM

Shiu wasn’t celebrating—honestly.

Even he wasn’t that tactless.

It’s just that it was a little quiet without Fushiguro Toji around to cause trouble with the other hybrids, or with any guests, or with Shiu…or with practically anyone that wasn’t you. He wondered whether you realized the sheer extent of his special treatment. Which was why he decided to spoil the lot of you - especially you - today.

And for this Shiu’s apples were amongst the most famed in these parts - he hears they went for thousands of yen each in Tokyo. Lush and luxurious. Like biting into a piece of heaven—he knew that the hybrids were particularly covetous of this rare luxury. And luckily for him, they’d just been harvested today. 

So why not give you lot a little treat?

Those stingy middle-men would be here to load up the apples tomorrow morning; so before that he herded his hybrids to the picturesque orchard. Where the apple trees embraced the groves from either side, the tops of their branches nearly winding into the sunset-painted clouds and pulled them back, and beneath them lay crates upon crates of apples like treasure pots at the ends of rainbows. Those apples seemed to gleam even brighter as the sun dipped beneath the horizon; gilded. 

And Shiu kept his hands on his hips, a proud smile on his face, as he watched over the hybrids picking apples and digging through crates. All except for…

“Where’s…”

Brows furrowed- Shiu turns around and spots you slumped against the wooden entrance to the orchard. Those towering pillars were intertwined with vines, and amongst them you looked like the prettiest rose. 

“Something wrong, my girl?” He walks towards you, handsome features pinched in concern. Immediately, Shiu’s hand goes up to feel your temperature once more. “Fuck-” And almost as soon as it makes contact with your forehead, he’s pulling away—

“Shiu…”

“You’re burning up- pretty girl, why didn’t you tell me that it’d become this bad?” He hisses. And then he’s reaching down to gently clasp your hand. Those caramel-brown eyes of his are just so soft…“C’mon- lets get you to Shoko’s before she’s off—”

Yet oh-so-stubbornly you’re shaking your head. “Promise m’okay, Shiu.”

“But-”

“It’s not a fever.” And the hairs on his body stand on end at those words. If not a fever, could this be…“I think it must be the heat or something- that and Toji did wear me out a little last night.”

His jaw clenches. “I’m sure. But I still think it would be good to go for a check-up.”

You’re averting your gaze from his. “I’m alright. Trust me.”

And though Shiu was clearly displeased by this turn of events—how could he ever say no to his favorite girl? It was almost embarrassing how easily he’s bending to your will- and letting out a sigh he attempts to make sound annoyed rather than fond. “Oh, alright…but at least try one of the apples. I’m sure they’d be good for you.”

“Of course-” Then you take a step - and the faint dizziness that’d accompanied your fever makes you nearly fall into Shiu’s chest. Thankfully the farmer catches you easily with his scarred palms darting to your waist, his broad arms wrapping around your body- and the tips of his fingers graze where your tail starts.

And both of your breaths hitch-

“Hey boss- can we dig into the pears too or are those off limits?” Ino’s blissfully oblivious tone shatters whatever strange atmosphere had seemed to concentrate between you two.

And you both jump backwards as if electrocuted.

“The uh- the what-” Shiu whirls around at the farm dog hybrid, “Not a chance. Don’t even think about touching those.”

“…Oops.”

“Those are ¥5000 a pear-” He pinches his nosebridge and groans- as his most trusted dog hybrid scampers off with an armful of pears. As he does so, Ino’s dropping one on the grass that Shiu’s bending down to pick up. Wiping off the non-existent dust on his denim overall, Shiu pulls a pocket knife out and cuts a clean slice of pear in mere seconds.

Calm and controlled.

Somehow, just seeing how competent he was with it made something at the pit of your stomach- twinge.

Before you know it, Shiu’s holding the tempting slice out to you. “Eat.” When you look at him in hesitation, he chuckles handsomely. “They’re about to raid the pears anyway, so you might as well eat.”

And so you do - he watches every minute expression of yours as you bite into it. That glimmer in your eyes. That smile.

Fuck…

Chomping on the luxurious fruit, you’re soon raising your nose into the air and sniffing.

Shiu raises a brow, “Something wrong? It’s not rotten, is it?”

You shake your head and continue sniffing. “No, it’s just…” Your ears twitch towards him- and he finds it so cute how they move almost all on their own. “Something smells good.”

“The pear?” 

“No.” Shaking your head once more—the way you look at him then is just…different. “Like apples. And caramel. And honeysuckle.”

Shiu scratches behind his neck. “Well, I don’t know about the caramel- but we are in an apple orchard.” Gesturing at the sprawling land. “Help yourself.”

You smile and rub yourself against him lightly, soon joining your friends.

This was proving to be quite the strange day- fuck, were you getting hotter?

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11:59PM

“I should have taken you to Shoko’s in the morning—”

This is all Shiu’s fault.

This is all Shiu’s fault.

But to understand just how badly he’d messed up, one would have to rewind the clock to about two minutes and twenty seconds ago; it’d been a long day at the farm. Exhaustibly so. Even more so than usual, Shiu was dead-tired—it was practically subconscious the way in which he’d scrubbed himself clean and slipped into his favorite pair of pajamas (the ones with the cows and barns on them). 

And he’d just - just - sat himself down on the creaky sofa in front of the TV, to get in at least five minutes of his favorite cheesy soap operas before he zonked out before it…when the front door started rattling.

Wait…rattling?

Knocking.

Shiu sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he heaved himself to a stand- “Yeah, yeah m’coming…don’t break the damn door down.” He’d at least expected Kusakabe to give him a call before he returned and started trying to leave him doorless- but ah. 

Shiu was grumbling a few choice words underneath his breath as he swung the front door and screen open. Only to be met with—

“Pretty girl?” In split-seconds, every ounce of sleepiness leaves Shiu as he darts to hold your faintish body. Your head was drooped, and your breaths were coming out rapid. You were supported by only some of the other cow hybrids. Immediately his hand is flying to your waist, and he’s throwing one of your arms around his shoulders- before giving up on any inhibitions and pulling you into a proper princess carry.

A worried Ino and the others trailed after. “The cow hybrids let me know that there was something wrong, boss. So I brought her here.”

“Good thinking. Thank you.” Shiu just barely has the thought to murmur. He hurries to sprawl you out across where you would be most comfortable: his bed. “We need to contact Dr. Shoko immediately.”

“It’s not her time of heat yet, right?” Ino asks from the doorway. Behind him were some of the other members of the barn house looking in concern.

“No.” Shiu shakes his head. He glances up and sees the commotion- “It might be a fever, or maybe it was too hot out? I don’t know—fuck, I should’ve just taken her in the morning when she first told me.”

“Should I get the truck ready now, boss?”

“Sure. But I don’t want to move her much right now- poor thing.” Shiu looks on sadly at the way you’re gripping his soft pillows and smushing them to your face—breathing them in. “I’ll call Shoko and see if there’s anything we can do from here-” Reaching over to his bedside cabinet and picking up the phone, “You guys get some sleep, and I’ll let you know if anything happens.”

“You’ve got it.” Ino nods- and then he’s herding the rest of the barn outside. 

In this little bubble of his bedroom, this little nook of the farm which smelled like fresh cream and honeysuckle, and had the air of sluggish mornings that made one’s eyes droop; it was just you and Shiu and the ringing tone of Shoko’s clinic.

Ringing once.

Ringing twice.

It cuts and Shiu’s trying Shoko’s personal number this time. She picks up almost instantly- “Hello?”

“I’m not going to ask about the integrity of your sleep schedule, but I need your help-”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

And as Shiu lists off your symptoms - the clamminess, the rapid heartbeat, the puffs of pheromones now filling up his bedroom, and more importantly…the wetness between your thighs (he wasn’t a lecher- he promises, it just-so-happened that Dr. Shoko had asked him to double check as part of your symptoms) - he himself starts to get an understanding of your diagnosis. You were in heat. But-

“But wasn’t her heat just two weeks ago?” There’s a shuffling of papers on the other end of the line as Shiu realizes Shoko must’ve gone through your file at home. “And she isn’t known for having any irregular heats.”

“Could this possibly be triggered by something external?” Shiu asks.

“It is possible.” She answers. “Have there been any changes to her environment? Something that may trigger a stress response in her?”

“Well, just today I had Toji go out with my friend to a convention- could it possibly be the distance?” He suddenly feels a drop of guilt at possibly being connected to why you feel this way.

“Hmm, I don’t believe so. Mating bonds are of the nature to be most volatile in close distances, rather than when they’re apart.” She hums thoughtfully. “You said that her mate was away today, right? And this started just today? Have there been any…other changes?”

Shiu raises a brow. “Other?”

And he can’t see her, but he gets the feeling that had they been in her office- then Shoko would have her fingers crossed and a grave expression on her face. “Yes. Has she been close with any other hybrid on the farm? Perhaps nuzzling up to them? Perhaps giving off her scent?”

The tips of Shiu’s fingers, clutching the phone, feel utterly numb. “…Yes.” Him.

“Well then. I believe the matter is quite simple, Mr. Shiu.” Tell him. “It is a strange phenomenon in which the hybrid seems to have two mates.”

“…” He can’t quite seem to close his mouth. “What?”

“Precisely.” Shoko speaks as if merely commenting on the nice weather or a particularly good football goal.

“B-but—” Shiu clutches the phone and tries to keep his volume from rising so as not to awaken you - you’d fallen asleep wrapped in his sheets now. Nose stuffed into the fabrics coated with his natural musk. “I thought hybrids mated for life? With only one-”

“Most often, yes. But there are rare cases in which a hybrid might find themselves connected to two others, or even three. Sometimes these connections may be latent and only make themselves known when triggered by a heat or time apart from her original mate.” His jaw just keeps dropping. “And it seems that in your cow hybrid’s case, in the absence of one mate she found her second mate’s connection activated. This is likely what caused her to go into heat.”

“So it’s official-” He begs. “She’s in heat now-”

“Yes, and I suggest you just let her do what needs to be done with her second mate in order to get it out of her system, otherwise she may feel rejected.”

And it seems that the conversation was coming to a close- for there was a note of epiphany in her words. But before Shoko could end the call, he questions once more. “And about the…double mate thing- does that also mean that the second mate is mated to the original mate?”

There’s a pause.

“Well, I suppose that’s up to you, Mr. Shiu.”

Wait how did she—

And then she ends the call.

Shiu holds numbly onto the phone for a few seconds - the silence felt deafening. Before a sudden stirring makes him dart his eyes over towards you. 

Like an angel.

Your face was half-pushed into one of Shiu’s pillows - also patterned with cows and barns - and that blanket of his had twisted ‘round your body like a snake now—clammy with your sweat. Your fingers were clawing at the old creaky mattress, and your knees were pushing higher, and between them were- oh.

Were another one of his pillows.

And fuck- he’s never felt more jealous of an inanimate object in his entire life.

You were reeling your hips back—thrusting them forwards again- grinding down on the pillow. Wetness was seeping between those pretty, shiverin’ legs of yours and staining the cover. From here he could see a dark splotch starting to stain the silken fabric - smelling like the sweetest honey scent.

And it makes his mouth water.

“Baby- baby…” Shiu lovingly pats your leg, dawning you completely awake. He could see now that you were in the throes of your heat - but those eyes of yours were completely alert. “I need you to get comfortable, okay? This is gonna last about a week.”

“I’m in heat?” You blink. “Dr. Shoko said you’re my mate, Shiu.”

“So you heard that, huh?” He lightly chuckles. “Just know that we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to. Heats don’t necessarily affect humans-”

“Then why’re you so hard?” Though that tone of yours was utterly innocent - the look in your eyes wasn’t. You knew what you were doing to him—and you’re only hiking up the temperature between the two of you as you’re leaning in. 

On wobbly arms, you’re pushing yourself up n’ leaning in so close-

Oh, how he’s dreamed of this exact scenario so many nights before. In this very bed. With his hand wrapped around his cock.

And Shiu knows he’s talking out of his ass - it’s the inhibitions taking over now…“You’ve got me there- but what about Toji-”

“Isn’t he your mate, too?”

And then your lips are on his.

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Fushiguro Toji feels a disturbance in the force.

He can’t quite explain it- it’s nothing that he’s seen or even something that he’s felt. Nothing tangible to give reason to this madness. It’s just that something was…off. Kusakabe notices the hybrid squirming in his seat - yes, it seems that he trusted the bull hybrid enough to let him ride shotgun - and turns on the radio.

Just Toji’s luck, it was Scotty Doesn’t Know by Lustra.

“Turn it off.” Toji scoffs and crosses his arms.

“Why? Remind you of a certain someone~?” Kusakabe asks in-between singing at the top of his lungs.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

And even though Toji is merely looking at the smaller man- he shrinks into his seat. Did he mention he’d sharpened his horns for today? Kusakabe whimper, “O-oh nothing…nothing, just that ah- the lyrics might be a little reminiscent of ah-”

And Toji was even more infuriated because of that nagging sensation- that strange…fuck. “Spit it out.”

Kusakabe lets out a squeal and looks as though he utterly regretted letting the hybrid sit next to him. “J-just the fact that Shiu mayormaynothaveacrushonyourmate—” It’s out before Toji could even register it. “Pleasedon’tkillme-”

“If I kill you who’s driving?” Toji had now unbuckled his seatbelt despite Kusakabe’s protests. Snooping around the truck and trying to trace that little- scent? “What is that infernal- fuck. And I already know that farmer’s got a thing for her - though I’d pay for him to actually try. Would love to see his face as she rejects him.”

“Really? Because she was looking all cute and cuddly and a little feverish this morning.”

“What.”

And then it hits him—that scent. Fresh cream and sunny days and honey-

You were in heat.

“Fucker, step on it.”

Kusakabe whirls towards him. “What-” But before he can finish, Toji’s grabbing onto the steering wheel and damn-near crashing them on the highway as he speeds ahead.

The radio trills: ‘I can’t believe he’s so trustin’.

While I’m right behind you thrusting.’

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“Mmm—” Shiu’s lips are hot and persistent- letting off the most sensual mwahs! as he continues the pattern down the side of your neck.

Listen, Shiu Kong might not be a hybrid like you, but if he kept his nose pressed against your sultry skin then he could almost feel it—those pheromones. 

It was wafting off your skin like an atmosphere that was entirely your own, a gravitational pull constantly tugging him closer; the sweetened scent of honey and freshly-whipped cream. It made him blush. It went straight down to his cock.

Fuck that- it was taking over him.

A guttural groan rips out of Shiu’s chest- he kisses a pathway down the middle of your body until he’s reaching your core. Once he does, he gives the hottest wettest kiss of all to your cunt—“Oh, baby. Lean back a bit f’me, yeah?”

And then he’s pressing an open palm on top of your stomach. Pressing you to recline on the bed.

“Good girl.” Shiu rumbles. Low. “Now squeeze those pretty legs around my head- yeah, just like that. Tighter.”

“Tighter than that n’ you’ll suffocate.” You gasp.

“What about it?”

Using his own strong arms - so fucking beefy from years of work at the farm - Shiu wraps your thighs around his sweaty head. His sharp, straight hair tickles your inner thighs; so much so that the farmer has to tell you to settle down. “Easy there- eeeeasy there, girlie. I’ll make you feel good during your heat.”

“I’m not a damn horse.” You huff.

“Yeah, because you’re gonna be the one riding, huh?”

The gasp that flutters its way up to your throat doesn’t get the chance to escape- because the question on Shiu’s tongue curls around your cunt. He’s letting the squashy end of his tongue dip between your swollen pussylips—giving you a loooong lick where you were most tender. Those cushiony tastebuds of his were massaging you already- and the way he’s twisting his tongue so deliciously as he enters—

“Oh.” You’re arching off the mattress, thighs plastering to the side of his face. And yet your pussy’s openin’ up for him so invitingly. “Keep going, Shiu…”

“Had no plans of stopping soon.” Gurgling wetly between your legs.

His tongue was just so soft and smooth.

The way he’s adjusting it in and out makes your mouth just water. In and out. In and out. Shiu notices that every time he hooked his tongue around the outer rim of your entrance made your pheromones surge. Fuck—that heat of yours was affecting him, too, and leaving him sippin’ on your pussy like an aphrodisiac.

Lavish lips plastering aaaaall over again and again- “Mmmm, my pretty cow hybrid. No idea how I lasted this long without this.” Breathing through his nose - he didn’t want to waste a single second of this. His usually-deep timbre shakes with pleading desire. “And what can this do?”

You’re squealing once you feel thick fingers curl around your tail. “That’s my tail…”

“I already know that, pretty girl.” Shiu shakes his head fondly - as though you’d been the one to say something ridiculous. And in-between lapping away at your leaking pussy, he tugs softly on your tail in order to bring you closer. “But what can it do-”

“Well she likes getting it pulled during doggy position.” 

Both of you would have recognized that voice amongst a thousand bull hybrids - ten thousand. That stature. That scent of freshly-cut grass and something deeper…something more alluring.

“And sometimes if you bite it she starts clenching like crazy.” 

Fuck.

Because neither of you had heard the door click open - except maybe in what felt like a distant dream. Something worlds away.

You’re feeling a sense of déjà vu. 

Shiu’s feeling cold sweat breaking out as he realizes that he hadn’t actually locked the door. In fact. 

Whoever had opened it must be gripping it so hard that its oak frame was starting to splinter-

Both of you experience a pang at the pit of your stomach- a draw. And Shiu gapes as he looks down at himself—what the fuck was that…? He’s looking up at Fushiguro Toji standing in the doorframe with the same shocked expression.

“The hell do you think you’re doing with my girl?” Toji spits, scarred lips twisted.

“Listen, man-”

“You’re not going to make her cum eating her out like that.”

“I…what?”

Toji manages to make Shiu shut up. This must surely be a dream? And it’s just about enough time for the other man to cross the distance between the door and the bed - kicking it shut behind him - and make himself quite at home on the bed. The mattress creaks under the weight of the hybrid; and you yourself are letting out a soft moan. 

He sits beside where you were sprawled-out, facing Shiu.

“You see…my pretty girl here-”

Shiu mutters underneath this breath. “Fuckin’ stealing my pet name too, now?”

But Toji has the courtesy to ignore it - for now. “-has a certain set of rules she needs to follow.” 

At this, the other man’s brows raise in interest. Satisfied at the attention; Toji himself traces his dominant right hand over your stomach, your hips, before lowering down to your cunt and holding those puffy pussylips of yours open. Pushing them apart. Pryin’ them apart. 

Both men gulp at the way you’re clenching around nothing.

“See…she might look all innocent and sweet- but she’s a proper little slut.” The words almost make Shiu flinch - and the bull hybrid takes great care repeating them. “Your…pretty girl is a proper- little- slut. And I know that she likes being fucked like one.”

And before either of you can make a move - Toji’s swiftly craning his head down and spitting a great glob of saliva on your cunt.

It trickles over your exterior and smears along your inner thighs- and Toji takes his sweet, sweet relish in swipin’ off some of that excess and popping it into his mouth. “So?” Toji asks. “Eat her out.”

Eat…Toji’s own mate out? Like this?

“What?” Toji has the audacity to look shocked. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing her- don’t act like you haven’t been fantasizing it. You’ve wanted her even before I arrived at this damn farm.”

Shiu’s lips tremble- he almost wants to because hell, he’s been given the permission now. And yet…“Is this some sort of trick? You’re not gonna use those horns on me afterward, are you?”

“No, not at all.” The other man replies - almost too breezily. He raises his brows at Shiu expectantly. And stares deep into Shiu’s eyes as he says. “So? The fuck are you waiting for-”

Those mere words make Shiu’s cock stand painfully erect.

However, there’s a reason they claimed that Fushiguro Toji was a ruthless man. 

Because humans always did move far too slowly for the bull hybrid’s liking. And he wastes not a second more before pawin’ at the back of Shiu’s sweaty scalp - taking just a moment to bask in the utter shock upon his features - and shoving—

Straight between your pretty, pretty thighs.

Which he honestly didn’t have to do because—well fuck, you didn’t have to ask Shiu twice to eat you out. Shiu lets out a strangled grunt that turns into a moan. 

And without further ado, he’s back latched onto your pussy- those handsome cheeks of his hollowing out as he sucks n’ sucks. And you don’t know whether he was doing this for you or himself. 

Shiu ate you out like he was going to die of thirst if he didn’t.

“Fuck-” He hisses. With every movement of his face, he nuzzles himself closer. “Fuck fuck fuck—more.”

Syrupy breath sticking against your pussylips. 

And his tongue was even worse-

“My pretty girl. More.”

He’s slithering it aaaaaaaall along your outer cunt - lapping up every wad of slick you were gifting him - and then rubbing his textured tastebuds along your exterior when it just wasn’t enough. Because your cunt was practically an aphrodisiac for him.

It’s as if the heat was contagious.

Because the longer he’s spending between those gorgeous legs of yours - the more he’s blabbering like a damn fool. The murkier his eyes are growing. The harder and harder his hips are coming crashing—! down on the rickety wooden frame of the bed—pathetically dry-humping it in time with the thrashes of his tongue. Slipping right between your velvety folds and yearnin’ to taste the honey between.

That thick silkiness of his tongue was just dizzying.

He was cleaning up the mess that Toji’d made earlier—tasting him, tasting you. Shiu’s face grows warm as he remembers.

That dextrous tip of his tongue delves between your pussylips - entering that cute hole - and is lapping up everything you’re giving him. “Babydoll, fuck my mouth even deeper.” Needing more. “Even deeper.”

“F-fuck- shit, shit shit.” You’re trilling out. “You’re practically nose-deep. How can you possibly go any deeper?”

With a needy whimper, you’re letting your hybrid tail swish towards him - and without further ado Shiu takes it and wraps his fist around it. Giving a gentle tug. Fuck.

And when he actually discovers that he’s able to manhandle you further onto his mouth with that tail of yours- nothing’s stopping Shiu from increasing his strength to give you a mean haul. “Mmm- yes- oh, Shiu. It feels so good, Shiu—!”

“But not good enough, right?” Toji speaks over you, in a haughty tone.

Your hybrid ears twitch in confusion.

And before you know it, you’re feeling the sensation of Shiu’s slithering tongue disappear. 

You whine out in disappointment. And you already know that that mate of yours must have something to do with it-

Sure as day; Toji has his fist gripping Shiu’s jet-black hair and reeling him back. The other man obviously had his face twisted into something ferocious, and the tension made the atmosphere pinch. But underneath that…there was an undercurrent of sweetness…the mottling of Toji’s gleeful pheromones mixing with his lustful ones.

And Shiu’s, too.

And if you weren’t mistaken- was that a faint blush on the tips of his ears?

It seems that Toji notices, too. “See anything to blush about here?” Then his eyes dip down to you. “Oh…right. Heh.” Leaning in oh-so-closely to the other man; Toji whispers in a gravelly tone into his ear. “But if you stand around blushing and bein’ a wuss for too long, then just know that she’s not gonna wait. She’s gonna dry up~”

He spits once more.

So disrespectful.

And then turns down to Shiu and warns. “Don’t eat her out just yet. Rule number one…” Your heartbeat races as he speaks those familiar words - Fushiguro Toji never was one to care for rules…unless it was in bed. “No running.”

“I’d never run from this pussy.” Shiu frowns.

“Not you, nitwit.” Mercilessly, he’s planting a smack at the back of the farmer’s head. “Her. Don’t let her run.”

Seemingly getting the green light to start up his sensual ministrations again- Shiu slowly starts lapping between your pussylips once more. Proddin’ his thickened tip into the deep orifice of your cunt. “B-but she’s not-”

“Look.” Toji interrupts. Just as you were starting to buck and lift your hips off the sodden mattress. “Look at the way she’s moving ‘round.”

“But that’s just-”

“But this pretty cow hybrid is in heat—and you can’t just leave her uncomfortable like this, can you?” Those dazed eyes of Shiu Kong’s open wider. He faintly nods. “So aren’t you the farmer?”

He nods again - looking as though he was about to faint.

“So herd your damn cow hybrids- c’mon- don’t let her run—” Spurred on even further by his words, Shiu’s plunging back in-between your legs and usin’ his tongue for his life.

Opening his mouth wiiiiiide to make sure that he’s able to reach every nook and cranny—the end of his tongue was just so dexterous and somehow managing to slip into spots you hadn’t even known you had. “O-ohhhh, fuuuuck-” Moans just keep bubbling out of your lips. “It feels so good, Shiu-”

And just when it looked as if you were about to buck—Shiu grabs ahold of your hips- so hard that he leaves neat semi-crescent nail marks on your skin. Plopping you back down onto the bed.

Plopping you back down onto his face.

From then onwards, he doesn’t let you move a single inch as he’s thrashin’ away his fat tongue inside your cunt. Stretching that pussy out to his textured tastebuds. 

And Toji had been watching the entire display closely…very closely. With his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. “Good.” His head threatens to tip backwards as he gives a harsh tug on his thickened length. “And now rule number two: squeeze those gorgeous legs around your head. Doesn’t matter if you suffocate.”

“That- that’s what I said—” Shiu keens.

“Then why’re you speaking?”

Goosebumps run down Shiu’s arched spine. “Oh…”

“A cunt like hers isn’t to be taken for granted.” Toji tuts from above you, and you can’t help but ogle the way his biceps bulge as he pushes down Shiu’s head. “Deeper.” Harder. “Deeper. Don’t waste time talking. Don’t waste time gawking like an idiot. In fact-”

His heated words make goosebumps scatter across your open thighs.

And you whimper-

“-don’t even breathe.”

They’re both driving you absolutely mad—

Toji catches your left ear between his fingers- as it’s been swatting furiously away the more aroused you grew. So soft beneath his touch.

He uses it to urge your mouth down to where his lap was.

“Rule number three…let her fuck back into you- but only if she really…really deserves it.”

“Make the pretty girl work for it?” Shiu looks up.

Toji displays a priggish smirk. “Now you’re getting the hang of it.”

And you don’t know what sort of expression Shiu might have on his handsome face right now - he was much too…preoccupied for that - but you can sense him nod. Short and sharp. As he keeps on lavishin’ your insides with his tongue; the farmer makes note of just how hard you’re clenching around him. “C’mon, pretty girl—” He pushes down your bucking hips. “Clench a little harder ‘round my tongue, would ya?”

“O-oh, now you’re just mean.”

“It’s what you deserve.” Toji chuckles. “Don’t think I can’t smell your pheromones gettin’ even sweeter- you’re loving this.”

You have no counter accusation - it was, after all, painfully true. And then Toji caresses your sweaty scalp with his thick digits—grabbing ahold of the back of your neck. “Now…lets see if you can be a good girl for me, too.”

An acrid sort of sweetness floods your mouth - because in mere sultry moments Toji has his legs positioned so that they’re practically straddling your face. On the mattress; he’s kneeling to the side of your head and letting his pursed, pinkened cocktip swab across your lips.

He’s rock-hard.

Instantly your jaw’s falling open to accommodate him.

And believe- that there was a lot to be accommodating. For Toji was so many countless inches, thick and decorated in a prominent network of veins across every inch of him. They zigzagged across each of his angles n’ ended up being the most prominent where your sweet spots were—Toji meant it when he said he was made for you.

He had a scruff of jet-black happy trail. He was an angry red at his tip. He was dripping precum.

It puckered out from the divot on top of his shaft—then ended up smeeeeared down the insides of your soft mouth. “Fuuuuck…” Toji himself whispers as he eases in. The bedsprings purr as Shiu bucks against the bed harder.

And before you know it, he’s reaching upwards and biting down on your throbbing clit. “Don’t forget about me, pretty girl. You’re not getting off easy. Rule number three, remember?”

“I—oh.” Shiu’s putting his fingers in now - fingers. Two of them. Long and perfectly calloused from years of hard labor to now massage your tender insides.

Both men are manhandling you oh-so-perfectly: Shiu dragging you down by your tail- and Toji using both hands to maneuver your head down. Letting you take up numerous inches of him. Thick and throbbing.

That rounded end of his shaft hits the back of your throat and you’re immediately coughing-

“Easy there.” Toji lovingly croons…“Not.” And you didn’t expect mercy, did you? Soon enough both of them are running their bodies ragged trying to draw out the most reactions from you—Toji fucking his cock into your suckling mouth, and Shiu hooking a finger not against the roof of your cunt to press on your nerve-filled spots- to make you clench. “C’mon- milk me. You can do better.”

“C’mon, little cow hybrid.” Shiu titters. His digits prove so effective in stretchin’ out your insides even more so than his tongue—and those tastebuds of his remain tickling your clit. “Won’t you squeeze me a little harder?”

“She can’t answer.” Toji laughs. “Got her mouth a little full.”

“Bull got her tongue.”

“Mmmm…” With that said, Toji’s flooding your tastebuds with a thick lacquer of his precum. He increases his pace a little more.

“Just a little harder-” Meanwhilst, Shiu whispers to himself as he keeps probing your sweet, sweet insides. “Just a little- a little—” And at precisely that moment; he’s hitting the bullseye. What else but the place marked X: your g-spot? “O-oh.” 

He damn near cums in his pants.

“Just like that.” Shiu continues. “Fuck back into my fingers. I know you can, girlie.”

“Accomplished rule number three already?” Toji asks the other man. “Yer nicer than me- I know that for sure.”

“What can I say? She’s my favorite.”

After a few more thrusts n’ bucks n’ smashes at your favorite spot - you don’t think you can even formulate a coherent thought. You’re being tugged back and forth by both men—and they aren’t showing any signs of slowing down soon enough. “The fourth and fifth rules are a little alike…” Toji rumbles from above you. “The fourth, of course, is to get ready.”

“Get ready?” Shiu asks. Though by the way he feels the heat in the room - your pheromones - flare up, he’s sure you’re anticipating whatever it is.

“And the fifth is to…” The end of that sentence teeters on the edge of Toji’s tongue as he reels his hips back, back, back, baaaaack- “-take it all like a good girl.” 

And that’s exactly what you’re doing.

Letting the entire length of Toji’s cock fill your mouth from tip to base- his fleshy cockhead searches your insides like a flashlight. It’s almost too pornographic the way you’re choking on his length—gagging, eyes watering. 

To which of course, your beloved mate reaches down to pinch your nostrils closed. “Now now…are you the one in heat or am I?”

“Mmmpf- mmm—” You keen. Moans bubbling from the back of your throat but having no way out.

“Oi- I think she’s close.” Shiu breathes.

He could taste it in the sweet treacly syrup leaking out of you - his favorite. He could taste it in the way your cunt walls were pounding faster than ever. He could fucking smell it in those pheromones of yours that just seemed to flare to life-

“S’that so?” Toji asks. “And that brings me to our sixth and final rule: if she wants something, then she can use her words to ask for it.”

“Hardass.” Shiu scoffs.

But they’re both increasing their pace. For competition or simply to drive you mad?

The sloppiest squelches and pops! fill the room—and Shiu watches as your tail starts twitching agitatedly once the pleasure almost gets too much. Oh his pretty cow hybrid. Once you’re so close that you feel like you could burst- “Toji, she’s close—”

“Then ask for it.” Toji keeps shovelling his cock deeper. Deeper. “Fucking ask for it, doll.”

“Toji-”

Slamming into your throat with a final thwack! His balls were damn near leaving an imprint on your chin. “You can ask the farmer to help you with your heat- but you can’t ask me to make you cum…?”

“She did.”

The tension in the room falters - but never bates - as Toji turns to look at the other man. “What?”

“She did-” Shiu hastens to explain. “Ask to cum, that is…” And as if to prove his point—he’s plummeting a few more pushes with his fingers, scissoring them inside you so that those slurping suctioning noises are extra loud. “-right here.”

Toji waits for a beat.

Before he lets out a little snicker.

Before he lets out an entire laugh-

“Maybe you’re not so bad- for you, that is.” And then he’s boring his forest fire gaze down at you. “Hear that? Yer damn lucky that you’re the farmer’s favorite—hah, better thank him.” Toji’s then tugging your ear to watch you squirm just a little.

He lets out a final few thrusts.

And waits until his cock was embedded deeeep into the back of your throat - and your nose was pressed against those tufts of black at his base. Until you were well and fully stuffed full of him. 

“So cum then, my pretty mate.”

And with a few more thorough slashes inside you—knockin’ Shiu’s burly fingers into your sweetest spots, slithering Toji’s length down every crevice of your mouth, you’re crashing into your high. 

It’s quick and searing.

It takes over your body faster than you can register. Burning through every other thought and feeling - you’re letting out erotic moans around Toji’s cock, and they keep getting louder as it keeps prolonging. Longer and longer. The more they’re toyin’ with your throbbing, sopping cunt. 

Those fervent peaks seem to get stronger - and within you feels practically white-hot in sensation. Pulling off of his bulbous tip. “Sh-shiiiiiit—” Keening out. “It feels so good- it feels so good-”

“You’re welcome.” Toji says. Shovelling his pinkish tip back between those lips.

At the same time that Shiu’s panting. “Anything for you, pretty girl.”

“Don’t fucking stop.”

Of course, as your mates they’re practically bound to listen to your every syllable.

And you don’t feel them rest - even take a breath - until your orgasm was well and almost completely disappeared from the horizon.

Tears of overstimulation were now springing to your eyes. Thighs twitching with the faintest splinters of sensitivity. “F-fuck…” Toji’s throbbing tip falls from your lips. It leaves a thin ribbon of slick connecting you to him still. You’re blabbering. “Fuck, I’m getting sensitive now.”

“Hm…Shiu climb up.” Toji says.

Both you and Shiu share a glance—and with something that looked like a half-shrug, Shiu’s attempting to heave himself up from the floor-

Only to be grabbed by Toji by the hand and yanked onto bed.

The farmer’s letting out a little yelp as he’s finding himself bounced onto the springy mattress - right on your other side. Sandwiched between the two buff, broad men- you don’t think you’ve ever felt your heart beat faster…ever smelled your pheromones so potently…

“Shiu, I need those off.” You huff. Batting those teary lashes of yours.

“Oh.” His face twists into something like ecstacy - how many times has he fantasized about those very words leaving your mouth?

And, flustered, the farmer starts unbuckling his overall one-by-one-

“We’re not trying to wait until her heat’s over.” Toji gruffs. And his veined forearm reaches across you - grasping onto the front of Shiu’s overall and giving it a good tug.

Those buckles are breaking free immediately. 

The bull hybrid smiles to himself proudly. “There.”

“I should have half the mind to return you to Kusakabe…” Shiu grumbles to himself, as he takes off the rest of his clothes. That sentence makes the faintest flicker of recognition light up in his brain - really, where was Kusakabe - but it’s evaporating soon enough once you start helping him take his boxers off. 

“I’m warning you in advance, however…” He starts.

“Why?”

“Yeah- are you hiding a 21-incher in there or something?” Toji scoffs.

“No no- it’s not that. I’m…above average- probably.” Shiu waves off, his burning blush creeping up onto his face again. “It’s just that I might have made…a little mess when I was eating you out.”

Your brows furrow. “What do you mean by- oh.”

Oh, was right. Right indeed.

Because of course- Shiu was naturally an impressive size. About eight inches. With a much more tan tip than Toji’s - and perhaps even thicker, too - and a girth that made your mouth water. He was smoother than Toji—less veins ‘round his shaft except for a single prominent one that went around the left side. And he was curved ever-so-slightly upright, too. 

But what really caught your attention was…Shiu had cum in his pants.

Just from eating you out.

“Oh…” Your eyes widen as you take in the dark splotch at the front of his boxers. 

Thick ropey white cum had seeped into it- and Shiu’s hastily snatching those boxers out of your hands to throw them over his shoulder. His hands felt sticky. “But that’s neither here nor there-”

“Of course it is.” Toji says after a moment of contemplation. “I’m adding a seventh rule.” 

Yours and Shiu’s eyes pop open. 

“Shit.”

“Shit-”

“What?” The bull hybrid looks at you both in mock innocence. “I was just going to say that the guest goes first…”

It’s…unexpected. To say the least. But you weren’t complaining - and by the way that Shiu’s reddened length perks up at the idea, you don’t think he is either.

“Um, so how do I…”

Toji angles himself towards you- “Get up a little, doll?”

You arch your hips off the bed; and Toji’s taking the opportunity to sidle his own hips underneath them. He’s manhandling you so that you’re simply sprawled-out on his chiselled front—and oh, how your mouth waters at the sensation of his rippling pecs and abs. The way they’re massaging you from behind at even the slightest movements—was that his v-line? 

And did you mention that Toji just-so-happened to have the cutest ringed piercings through each nipple?

They’re pushing into you from behind once the hybrid hooks both hands underneath each of your legs. And he’s lifting them aaaaaaaall the way up until your knees hit your tits. Spreading you wide, wide open.

A full nelson.

Except…this time, it’s Shiu’s who’s going to be basking between your legs. 

The aforementioned man takes a courageous gulp as he shuffles on his knees between your legs - and Toji’s - to lovingly gaze at you. “Fuuuuuck, my pretty girl…you really are so gorgeous.” Shiu whispers- underneath his breath as though he didn’t even mean for you to hear.

His darkened eyes sweep down your body like a caress. “The way that pussy’s dripping so much- shit, s’like a flood down there. Can you even feel yourself?” You’re squirming at his lecherous words. “And those legs. Trembling. And the way you’re just throbbing- I can see it from here.”

You’re gasping as he presses his hot length down on your cunt. 

Sandwiched between each of your pussylips: Shiu doesn’t think he’s ever seen a prettier sight. “You’re just so dirty, girlie~”

You shudder.

And Shiu could have kept going- it absolutely killed him to tear his gaze off of you. It really did.

But Shiu could sense Toji starting to get impatient if the slightly souring tint in his pheromones was anything to go by- hey, look at that…he’s reading pheromones now. Mentalling patting himself on the back; the farmer starts slide-slide-sliiiiiding his fattened-up cock between your precious folds. “Easy there, girl?”

“Yeah yeah- we’re easy.” Rolling his eyes, you’re getting jostled as the hybrid underneath bucks. And at this point, you’re honestly wondering which one of you was more excited for his entrance…“Just get on with it.”

“Unlike you, Toji, I don’t just- get on with it.” Shiu sounded offended at the mere suggestion. 

And as you both look towards him for further clarification, Shiu nervously bites down on the inside of his cheek and pushes his swollen cock down the slit of your cunt. “It’s just that…” He lets his particularly large tip kiss your hole. “-what if I end up hurting my pretty girl during her heat? I’d never forgive myself.”

“How cute.” Toji snickers. But there’s something that you recognize there—appreciation? “But not if you follow our rules, farmer boy. Remember those?”

Shiu rolls his eyes. “How could I forget?”

“Yeah- recite those.” And you’re gasping once one of Toji’s meaty palms drift up to your face - covering your dazed peripherals. “We’re both going to take turns fucking her using those rules, and my mate’s going to guess which one of us it is—how about that?”

“Mmm, sounds fun.” You smile.

And seeing that gorgeous smile of yours - what else was he supposed to be but putty in your hands? Shiu’s giving himself a few pumps before starting to press into your tight rim.

You’re tight.

So fucking tight.

His brows furrow n’ sweat starts beading at his forehead as he slowly - sloooowly - starts easing his proud cock inside. You’re arching into Toji’s back, whilst Shiu probes into your deepest depths. “O-oh.”

It was something so different.

Although he wasn’t exactly as vein-covered as Toji was; Shiu’s length managed to have the perfect curve that prodded ‘round the roof of your cunt. Somehow directly aiming for those tender spots inside—you’re feeling the pointed end of his shaft draw sensual zig-zags inside and you’re immediately begging for more.

Of course, that’s when Toji’s silently signalling Shiu to pull out.

Replacing the farmer’s cock with his instead.

Thick. Throbbing. Those patterns and groves on his shaft were just dizzying- and Toji’s already rendered your eyes sprinting to the back of your head with but a mere few inches inside you. 

He’s making your first ring of muscle streeeeeetch- and pressing a second overlarge hand down on your stomach to keep you from movin’ around too much. And you don’t need to see him to reach blindly behind you and tug on Toji’s newest bull ring—

“Don’t be mean, Toji.”

“S’not being mean, it’s just the rules.” Toji argues. His words come out in sizzling pants against the side of your face - somehow just his presence seemed enough to make your heat symptoms two times worse. “Now that the practice run’s over…”

Your eyes are fluttering open- only to see nothing past the gaps of Toji’s thick fingers. “That was just the practice run—?” Your poor puckered hole was already pulsating with friction.

But neither of them are answering.

Instead, it just seems that they’re intent on fucking any question or comprehensible thought right back into you—because just you’re feeling a sudden intrusion deep into your core. The bulbous head of it swipes apart your puffy pussylips- and the next thing you know, you’re seeing nothing but stars at the neverending inches of one of their cocks.

Somehow managing to probe even deeper than the first time- whoever this was was so fatly swollen that his cockhead opens up plunging crevices inside you. Perhaps even new ones.

You’re gasping away- “Please.” Both men are impressively managing to keep quiet as they’re easing inside. Not completely bottoming-out…but enough to make your toes curl. “Oh, please that feels so good.”

Hips attempting to chase more- he was going so slow.

But just as soon as you do - almost the very instant that your hips are breaking contact with the skin of Toji’s toned pelvis - you feel one of his hands pin you back down. Preventing you from moving a single inch.

Your hybrid ears rustle with the huff of laughter from behind you—and you know that there’s only one man who’d keep a hand oh-so-possessively on top of your womb as he sinks into your soaking wet cunt. Rule number one, remember?

“Toji-” You’re sputtering out, voice breaking so prettily at the end of your plea. “T-Toji move a little faster- ngh, please—”

Yet another failed attempt at a buck. “Good job, doll.” He gnaws on your ear lobe. “But don’t think we’re done here just yet…”

And then before you know it, he’s pulling out. The action lets out the loudest, sloppiest little plop! of pleasure between your legs- and it feels as though firecrackers are going off through your veins.

You’re practically shaking once another intrusion starts proddin’ between your legs. This time a bit more…timid. A bit more hesitant. A bit more inexperienced and careful—and you don’t have to pay attention to anything more as Shiu creeps your legs around his waist.

Letting his tunneling cockhead push into that wet hole of yours.

Unlike Toji, however, Shiu Kong simply couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

“Oh…” It’s just about the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard - like music to your ears. But could you really blame the guy? “Legs- rules number t-two, remember?” This was the first proper taste of that syrupy cunt he’s getting—the exact same one he’s been dreaming of for ages…as much as that makes him sound like an utter pervert.

Maybe he was.

Maybe- what even was he? What was his name? Who was he?

Shiu can’t formulate a single thought.

Maybe he should be concerned about that…but for the time being, he’s collapsing his lower half into you. Funneling the smoother length of his cock inside; the farmer is the first of the two to actually bottom out. Thighs against your thighs. Forehead against your forehead. Cocktip against your cervix.

You swear you’re feeling Shiu intrude all the way up to your throat—“Shiu…keep moving, baby.”

“Oh- oh, you seriously want it?” He asks between uneven pants. And even more uneven are those semi-thrusts he’s poundin’ away at the back of your pussy—unwilling to break contact with your sopping womb for even a split-second to thrust back in. “You seriously want this ol’ farmer to fuck you like this? And that’s not just the heat talking-”

“It’s always the heat talking.” Toji scoffs. “This slutty girl’s always in heat. Honestly- who told you it could come early?”

“S’not my fault.” Shiu taps the side of your thigh to signal to you that- oh…you’re getting dangerously close to Toji figuring it out. 

Sure, it seems that he’d deduced by now that there was something regarding the startings of a mating bond between you and Shiu. And what sort of hybrid would come between that? But the fact that Toji himself shared it…

Thankfully in that moment Shiu’s creating a distraction - unintentional or not. Because just a few thrusts and he’s already starting to bead out hot, glutinous cum that sticks to the back of your pussy.

“Shit…” Shiu whispers to himself. You’re sensing one of his hands reach downwards to squeeze ‘round the base of his length—perhaps thinking that that would stop him. But the only thing Shiu’s managing to do is milk out a few more cobwebs of cum that are getting fucked and fucked in by his irregular thrusts. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Time’s up.” Toji cuts him off gruffly. “It’s getting too easy- hurry it up.”

“Yes…sir?” Fuck- he hates to admit it but the bull hybrid was correct.

Ah…you’d expected for the two to alternate between thrusts. But you just didn’t expect it this fast. Because all of a sudden, Toji’s going from merely caressing your front to wrapping his entire left arm around your middle. Oh, those beefy forearms of his were simply indescribable. 

Then Shiu’s reeling his sloppy, cum-glazed cock backwards for one of them to replace it in no time. 

Such plump inches of their shaft. Such impatient semi-thrusts as he leaves your mouth watering. He’s increasing his pace twofold once you’re accommodating him inside, and Toji’s pressing his palm deeper against your face. “Oh-” And you hadn’t expected them to stick to their damn six (or seven) rules so much, either…“Fuuuuuuck. Is it Toji?”

“Nope.” Shiu chuckles. From where he was positioned in front of you, the farmer leans down and kisses your lips. “Still me.”

In punishment, you’re getting a heavy spankin’ on your stuffed pussy.

“Shit.”

“And the rule-” Toji pipes up from behind. “What about the rule?”

“What about the rule, I mean—” It’s just then that you’re realizing - you haven’t been able to squirm a single inch since Shiu had begun swabbin’ your poor insides. “Rule number one- rule number one.”

“Good girl.” Toji laughs. “Next.”

And you’re soon coming to the realization that they weren’t going to make this easy for you: due to everything from their rapid alternations, to the way that both of them were fucking you so stupid—

“Toji-” You’re dragging your nails down whatever body part of Toji’s that you could reach. His biceps flexed underneath your touch. “And the rule is…oh, the rule is…” Brain landing on the closest one that you think you could remember. “Rule number six?”

“Half-correct.” Toji punishes you with yet another spank. The white-hot pain and pleasure that runs up your cunt is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. “That was actually a trick round - no rule.”

You bite. “Silly me…”

“But half-correct deserves just a little bit of a treat, doesn’t it?” Shiu makes your case.

And the ever-mean Fushiguro Toji considers it for a few seconds - before he’s nodding and letting his fingers dip between your pussylips. Rolling over clit in circular motions. “Happy?”

“V-very much.” You respond.

And so the cycle repeats - as both men are fucking into you like damn animals.

“Shiu? Rule number one-”

Thwack! “Half-correct.”

“Toji? Rule number five.”

Thwack! “Half-correct again, doll.”

“Toji? Rule number six.”

Thwack! Thwack! “Wrong!”

“Shiu-”

“Toji-”

Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji. Shiu. Toji. 

Over and over again—until you’ve said every rule at least five times, and their names countless amounts so.

It was almost getting too much. There’s another switch; and this time the thrusts are like none before them. They were harsh. They were jagged. They weren’t hitting with any specific target or objective in mind—just with the sole purpose of indentin’ his fat cockhead into every spot inside you, and hitting his hips to yours until you skin was burning-

“Toji?” You’re guessing, “Ruler number- fuck…the one about getting ready-” Based solely on the way that both men had their hands tapping at your hips to let you know when a particularly hard hit was coming through.

“And which one is that?” Toji croons.

“Number four-” There’s a victorious little pebble of precum that Toji’s emptying out into your insides. 

“Mmm, good catch.” And you’re feeling the smile crawl onto your face. “But I’m not Toji.”

Fucking—thwack!

“But how about just a little reward?” And then a hot mouth starts kissing down the valley of your breast - from this angle you could only assume that it was Shiu. 

Shiu was lapping the soft targets of your areolas…just lightly biting…and oh—he lets out a wet gasp as a thin stream of milk flows from your tits n’ into the handsome man’s mouth. “Oh- this might just be my reward.” He says as he keeps massaging your chest, twiddling his fingers over where you were most sensitive. 

“Leave some f’me.” Toji grunts at the other man.

By this point you were a blabbering mess, and it didn’t help that the other two were only growing sloppier by the second. Perhaps it was the heat affecting you three. Perhaps it was the pressure being put on all your bodies - crushed together like this. Hips driving into you again and again and again—

Another globular tip swerves inside you. “I-is it…Toji?” You ask. Your lower lip wobbles at the sudden stretches on places that couldn’t be reached without such a girth - both of them had their merits and it was hard not to long for…both. The mere thought fogs your mind. “And is it…”

Though there could only be one answer. At least for this one.

Your poor tail’s being used as a lever to drag you down onto Toji’s extremely thickened cock until you sat on the bottom of it. “-rule number five?”

Toji kisses the side of your face. “Now that…is 100% correct.”

“And what would you like as a reward? Tell your Shiu anything, pretty girl.” Shiu says—drawing a half-serious scoff from the hybrid.

But of course. There can only ever be one thing.

Your mouth opens and the confession slips out of you before you can think it through fully.

And then there’s a beat of silence- hell, you think even Toji’s hips began to falter. For but a mere split-second before he’s bashing in the soft spongy platform at the end of your cunt—“Oh.” He breathes. “I don’t see why not…”

Thrill shoots through you.

And for the first time in a while - Toji removes his palm from your face. You’re wincing ever-so-slightly at the sudden flood of light, before that expression turns into something akin to yearning as you stare at Shiu’s cock throbbing between your legs. 

He was almost out-of-place with Toji’s fat length already stuffed inside you. 

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” Shiu whispers to himself as he glides his blushin’ cockhead to drag along your outer cunt. Uuuuup the planes of your thighs. Lingering on that leakin’ slit that was so stuffed. And then squeezing the very tip-top reddened crown of his shaft into your entrance—did he mention that you already had Toji’s fat length stuffed inside you?

Shiu’s expression morphs at the tightest fit-

“Shit- fucking shit, are we sure—”

“Why not?” Toji asks. And Shiu thinks that that’s damn easy for him to say; especially considering that he was already kept hostage inside your gooey inside. That’s where Shiu was trying to be.

He’s attempting to drag you in using your tail.

The other man is rolling his eyes - and his hips. Letting off a few useless semi-thrusts that doesn’t push him even a single inch inside—not with the extremely plump circumference of the hybrid’s length inside. “Oh yeah? Then why don’t you- hah, pull out and try doing it yourself if you think it’s so easy?

“The early bull gets the pussy.” Toji smirks. “Besides- don’t tell me you’re forgetting rule number five already? The one about taking it all also means that you have to- mmm, put it all in-”

“I remember.” Shiu spits. Hands pushing your legs further open and grindin’ his hips close until his happy trail was roughly massaging your clit. “I’m just saying that it’s hypocritical to talk about the rules when even you wouldn’t be able to-”

“Guys-” You shrill above the constant arguing. “Guys.”

It takes you raising your voice loud enough to make the bedroom walls shudder for them to finally hear you.

And once they look at you- you’re huffing up at them. “I’m making my own rule.” Both pairs of pretty pussydrunken eyes widen in unison. “From now on- if you fight then you have to kiss and make up.”

“What-”

“What-”

“Pretty girl…” Shiu attempts to appeal to your softer side.

“Nuh huh.” Shaking your head. “So kiss—and then just fuck me.”

They share a look as if to question whether usurping of the rule-making was allowed…before it seems to dawn on them that yes—if it was you. And Shiu’s shrugging and leaning in - all the while still keeping his pulsating cocktip present between your folds - and Toji meets him halfway with only a few grumbles.

Shiu moans into the kiss.

And with a resounding sluuuuurp! he’s managing to squeeze just an inch or two of his cock inside. Double lengths stretching your walls until you were seeing white-

“Oh- oh.” You’re moaning. Shiu now had everything he needed to reel his bulky hips back and start pummeling you in time with Toji’s own thrusts. “I’ve never felt anything like this before—”

“Me neither.” The farmer manages through clenched teeth. The sensitive underside of his cock was rubbin’ and getting pulled by Toji’s own - those patterns of his veins, and the rock-hardness that mirrored his own - and even the slightest friction was enough to send spirals of white-hot pleasure pouring out of his bawling divot. 

“Tch- fine…me neither.” Toji groans. “But it only feels good because of me-”

“In your dreams.”

Without even being asked to or reminded of the newly-minted rule, they’re pressing a kiss onto each other’s lips—and then yours. Their pheromones twisting and melding into one. Their skin growing even more heated. Their cocks growing faster- 

And faster.

Both Shiu and Toji were moving at sloppy, lust-hazed paces that should not be possible for such a tight cranny. And yet they were managing to time it so that you’re feeling both of them exactly in the best ways: Toji and his deeeelicious veins pressing their patterns onto the sides of your channel, Shiu and his upright curve that spotted all your best nerve endings. 

They’re sandwiching you from above and below, too—Toji and his Herculean build, Shiu and his similar yet broader- and somehow stronger build.

They’re absolutely ruining you.

Ruining you.

Fucking you until your pussy’s feeling rattled and raw- and your eyes have completely bleared over with tears. Brain fried.

So it isn’t long before you’re feeling the pangs of an oncoming orgasm, and letting your mouth open to announce it—

“I-I’m going to cum.” But in actuality it’s Shiu that manages the declaration. And he’s stuffing his face into your tits, suckling out the sweet sweet milk that your hybrid body produces as he strings your gooey insides with his cum. “My pretty cow hybrid, I’m gonna stuff you full.” Looooong ropes of satin. So hard- that Shiu’s forced to hold onto both yours and Toji’s horns as he fucks your overstuffed pussy through his orgasm.

Those veins of Toji’s were making him twitch in pleasure.

You and Toji are crashing into your high rather soon afterwards too.

“Gonna…oh.” As the forceful waves of dopamine flood through every vein and atom inside you—practically make you vibrate with pleasure. You’re letting your eyes fly to the back of your head, and your toes curl as both men thrash that gooey g-spot of yours.

Perfectly synchronized with every peak upon peak of your high.

The prolonged wave of bliss soars—and it’s around the very crescendo that you’re feeling Toji empty his heavy balls out as well. They’d been thwack-thwack-thwacking! near the bottom of your slit for so long now, creating a carnal ache over your outer pussy- and it just feels so good to feel those globs of cum flood your deepest caverns.

Where Shiu had already made a mess before- “Shit…don’t stop.” 

And it’s with renewed vigor that they’re fucking and fucking you through the white-hot pleasure - so good that you’re sobbing. In-between this euphoric experience is when Toji’s keening his hips up into yours- chasing the wetness of your cunt even more—

Not just to fuck his pearly-white droplets of cum inside - but to try and squeeze, fuck, his swollen knot inside.

“Inside—” As you demand needily at your bull hybrid, Shiu watches on in something akin to awe. He starts nudging his hips back as though to give Toji more space-

But you’re wrapping your legs around his hips and dragging him to you. “Rule number one, remember?”

Letting Toji fuck his knot inside you as Shiu has his twitchin’ wet cock stuffed in there, too. The stretch was indescribable.

You think you’re cumming all over again just from it.

“My- my mates…” You’re sobbing out- sandwiched between the two buff men. Shiu leans in to kiss you, and once he’s taking a good long look at Toji too. 

“My mates…I suppose?” He says with a sheepish smile.

Toji looks between the two of you, seemingly having connected the dots. “Does this mean I’ve gotta get both of you pregnant?”

You smile. “Sounds good to me.”

Shiu. “Wait-”

Because heats lasted a week for hybrids. 

Shiu better get his human stamina used to it.

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“I’m sorry…what?”

It’s a sentence that Shiu thinks he’s going to have to get used to a lot—telling people that the cow hybrid you’d had a crush on for the past few years but then gotten mated is actually your mate too - and that by association you’re her mate’s mate but honestly not really complaining about it is…for one a long sentence. 

And two, it’s probably going to get a bunch of weird looks.

It sounds like the stuff of a fantasy, maybe even those romance stories; and Shiu’s well and fully aware of how he sounds when he says it.

Which is why he’s telling Kusakabe first - it only seemed appropriate.

“It’s exactly as I said.” Shiu states matter-of-factly. “And you can ask Dr. Shoko if you think there’s been any mix-”

“No no, man. It’s not that I don’t believe you.” Kusakabe interrupts him. “In fact, I think it’s great that you finally managed to do something about your feelings- congratulations, man.”

“Thank you.” Shiu watches the herd from the door to the barn house - inside, the only pair were you and Toji. His breath hitches once you’re walking over from Toji to nuzzle up to him. He reaches to scratch behind those silken ears of yours—“But then what was all that about?”

“Ah- no, it’s just…” There’s a truck honk from the other end of the line, and Shiu realizes that Kusakabe must be going somewhere. “I assumed it was actually about the bull.”

Shiu squints. “The what thing?”

“The bull thing. I guess Toji forgot to tell you since you were a little preoccupied. But last night when Toji took over driving my truck we happened to run into…everything.”

Shiu snorts. “Serves you right.”

“And man- I needed this truck to transport this new bull hybrid for ol’ Gakuganji down in Kyoto. You know how he gets. It’s the only one big enough so…” 

And now…now Shiu wasn’t exactly having fun. “…And?” The two of you were looking at him in interest now, clearly having heard something about another hybrid—and Toji especially had had his smirk growing in synchronization with the increasingly ashen look on Shiu’s face.

“And so Toji said it’s alright, but would you mind looking after this new bull for a few days until I get the truck fixed? Just for a few days. I’m actually on the way there right now so thank you. His name is Sukuna and-”

“Noooooooooo-”

A/N. You babygirls asked and I delivered…

[r4venbitee]

34 + 35

✴︎ synopsis: In which hot DILF Toji wants to hire a babysitter for Megumi before getting out of town.

✴︎ warnings: dilf!toji x babysitter!reader, modern AU, dilf, huge ass age gap, jerking off, fingering, oral sex, spitting.

✴︎ word count: 4k

It was a rare twist of fate, but Toji had actually landed a legitimate work opportunity outside of town. Well..the only problem, it meant to leave Megumi behind. Even though Toji wasn't exactly up for a "Father of the year" award, he knew better than to leave his 6 year-old kid compeletely to his own.

So, Toji had resorted to searching for a babysitter, which proved to be absolute failure. Dozens of interviews later, the father was thoroughly unsatisfied. The people who showed up at his door were either entirely unqualified, easily intimidated, or just not to his liking.

But just as he was about to lose hope, you were in your car, typing his address into your car's GPS, ready to head over to his neighborhood where the interview was supposed to take place, knowing nothing about the high standards waiting for you on the other side of his door.

Truthfully, you had never baby sat a child in your entire life. But as a broke, recently graduated college student who really needed money, you were fully prepared to lie through your teeth about your qualifications. Whatever it took to get the babysitter job, you would say it.

You had actually put a decent amount of effort into your outfit, making sure to wear something that looked presentable but defenitely caught the eye. After parking, you stepped into the residence elevator, smoothing down your clothes in its glistening mirror while taking a deep breath.

Stepping out into the hallway, you walked over to his heavy brown apartment door, with a large golden metal '126' bolted to the center. You took one last breath, raised your hand and knocked.

Knock-Knock-Knock.

A loud, heavy rumbling echoed from inside the apartment, followed by the sharp click of a lock turning. The door swung inward, and the hallway light was instantly cut off. Standing in the frame was a towering, overwhelmingly muscular figure wearing a tight black shirt. A man so wide he practically blocked out the apartment's entire interior light, casting a massive shadow right over you.

Your eyes slowly traveled up, involuntarily taking in the details of his body, then his face. Black fabric tightly stretched around his massive biceps, gaze tapering to his grey sweatpants that hung loosely on his hips. A sharp scar sliced clearly through the right corner of his mouth, adding a dangerous edge to his features. His dark hair was messy, clinging to his forehead damply as if he'd just thrown himself out of bed.

“Uhm...Good morning, Mr. Fushiguro, right ?”, you asked, voice wavering slightly as your heart started to hammer violently against your ribs. Toji didn't answer immediately, his dark blue eyes raked over you, looking you up and down. “Yeah, and you are ?” he asked back, his eyebrows showing his genuine confusion.

You quickly stumbled through your name, clearing your throat to do you most perfect "babysitter" tone and explained the reason that left you standing outside his door.

A look of realization crossed his face, “Oh right, yeah...I forgot”, he muttered, scratching the back of his head as he stepped to the side. “Get in”

You stepped past him, close enough that your shoulder brushed his lightly. Up close, he smelled like clean sweat, cheap cologne, and cold tobacco. A mix that made your head spin for a split second.

The apartment was surprisingly sparse. It wasn't dirty, but obvious that a single dad lived here. A few takeout containers on the counter, a pair of tiny shoes placed near the door, and a bunch of toys under the couch.

“Take a seat”, he said, gesturing toward his worn leather sofa. Instead of sitting across from you, he leaned his heavy frame against the edge of the coffee table in front of you. His position forced him to look down at you, but it also placed his muscular thighs and low hung sweat pants directly in your line of sight, making you gulp.

“So..”, Toji started, with a low voice. “You want to watch Megumi ?”

“Yes. I have a lot of experience with children of your son’s age. I’m very patient, responsible..”

He cuts you off with a breathy laugh, as he leaned in letting the shadow of his large body enveloping yours again.

“Is that so ?”, he murmured, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before locking back into yours. “Because you look a little too nervous to me for someones who handles screaming kids for a living”

“Well, I just graduated college so not for a living maybe ?”, you spit back. A grin spread across Toji’s face making the scar on his lip flex, he leaned in an inch closer. “Or maybe I’m the one making you nervous ?”

“Mr. Fushiguro, please”, you replied, making sure he heard the annoyance in your voice, knowing damn well you were so far from annoyed, you core throbbing a little at his proximity.

He let out a low chuckle, finally stepping back to call down the hallway. “Megumi, get out here.”

A moment later, a little kid with wildly spiky black hair shuffled into the room. He looked between you and his dad with pure, unbothered annoyance. “Megumi, this is your sitter for the next month,” Toji muttered, gesturing toward you.

Megumi let out a tiny, heavy sigh, looking at you like you were the one that needed to be baby sat. You could swear that you heard him mumble a low “Nice to meet you”, before immediately turning on his heel and heading back to his room, shutting the door.

Your eyes widened as the realization hit you. “Wait... Mr. Fushiguro, does this mean I got the job?”

“Yeah,” Toji said, walking over to the kitchen counter and picking up , between all of the items scattered there, a crumpled piece of notebook paper. “And call me Toji.”

He slid the paper across the counter toward you. “Here’s his school’s address and the apartment's passcode. On Thursday afternoons, he plays at the park down the block. You’ll be watching him for a month straight, so you’ll need to pack your bags and live here. My flight leaves tomorrow morning.”

You blinked, looking from the paper back up to him. “Wait, so I’m staying here alone with him ?”Toji smirked, leaning back against the counter. “Yeah. The place is all yours the second I walk out that door tomorrow. Is there a problem ?”

“No, no ! I don’t mind !” you rushed out, a wave of pure relief washing over you. You actually had a job. Even if it was temporary, the money was yours. “Thank you so much, Toji.”

With a final polite nod, you turned and left, heading straight back to your studio apartment to start packing your bags. Completely oblivious to the consequences of your exit.

The man who had been acting so tough and unbothered moments earlier, was left standing in his living room, all flustered. His eyes tracking the rhythmic sway of your hips the entire way through the door, leaving him with a bulge straining against the thin fabric of his grey sweatpants.

Time passed, but the thick strain against Toji's thigh was still rock hard and throbbing. No matter what he tried to do to discract himself, expecting time to do its thing and let him soften up — well, he was wrong.

After packing his bags and making sure he had everything in that blue huge backpack, he slowly cracked open Megumi's bedroom door, peeking his head in to make sure his son was actually sleeping.

The kid was out cold. Toji quietly closed it without a sound and tiptoed straight to his bathroom as he slipped inside and clicked the door shut. He could no longer contain himself.

Leaning his heavy frame flat against the wood, he let out a ragged exhale, jaw tightening. His palm dragged down slowly clenching against his bulge, squeezing one, twice. A wordless plea for friction.

A guttural sound caught in his throat. His fingers slipped past his waistband slowly, then without hesitation, swept down in one bold motion.

Toji was completely flushed, when heat crept up his neck and into his cheeks. His gaze dropped down to his red , angry tip that had been smearing pre all this time, creating a wet mess inside his underwear. A breathy “Fu- Fuck..” left the barrier of his lips.

He wrapped his large hand around the thick thaft that had been aching in his pants. The second Toji swiped his thumb up to collect the slick moisture from his flushed mushroomed tip, he grunted heavily. “That's all because of you..Fuck-”

The man couldn't think straight the second he started pumping up and down his steel-hard length. He breathed slowly, his mouth forming a soft oh as the memory of earlier made him go absolutely wild, causing his balls to twitch tight against his thighs.

“Shit-”, he hissed. His eyelids squeezed together as he felt the pleasure growing bigger as he fucked his fist. “That ass...You did that on purpose huh ? Coming here in that fucking tight skirt-”

Toji couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore. But since his son is sleeping not too far down the hall, he yanked the ham of his shirt and stuffed the dark fabric in his mouth, biting down hard to strangle any whimper or groan that tried to escape.

He could feel his balls tightening so much it was almost painful, forcing him to slow his frantic pumps down to a torturously slow pace. He thumbed the wet line of his leaking slit, spreading the slick over his cherry red tip, and then he pumped once, twice, thrice.

A violent jolt ran through him from head to toe. Toji's hips bucked forward into his fist as he spillied his hot seed, the thick fluid shooting out a whole white mess all over his hand and his toned abs.

Oh, he was fucked.

The next morning arrived far too quickly, you arrived at the apartment just as the morning sun was starting to rise, your suitcase rolling behind you, its wheels rattling against the pavement. Any nerves from yesterday had completely vanished, replaced by pure excitement.

Pulling out the piece of paper Toji had given you the previous day, you tapped the apartment's passcode number by number. The lock clicked open with a quiet ping, in the deafening silence. Toji had left an hour prior, leaving his child peacefully sleeping.

Just like instructed in the brief text message Toji sent you this morning before heading to the airport, you went straight to the guest room to unpack. It was surprisingly nice, and the massive bed sitting right in the center of the room instantly put a smile on your face.

Once your clothes were neatly arranged in the storage of the small closet, and your electronics were set up on the white wooden desk in the corner of the room, it was time to get to work.

You stormed right into Megumi's dull and quiet room, waking him up like he was drafted into war.

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At that point, waking Megumi to "war" became your daily routine, over the last three weeks the apartment that looked so dull before completely transformed.

At first, that kid was in a tough shell, all blank stares, crossed arms, and pouty answers. Yet, three weeks of late-night movies sessions, and navigating his chaotic routine meant the professional boundaries vanished little by little.

You learned exactly how he liked his breakfast, which video games he played, and knew his bestfriends, Yuji and Nobara, like they were your own.

Which was exactly where you let him go have a sleepover, ironically acting like a burdened mom that desperately needed a break, even though Megumi was the calmest kid you'd ever met.

Plus, with only one week before Toji's return, you wanted to take maximum advantage of the place you were currently residing in.

Well, to be honest, curiosity had gotten the best of you this time, so you decided to try and explore the apartment— the one thing you hadn't touched being Toji's bedroom. Actually, you hadn't even gone in his room once.

God, the thought of that man was living rent-free in your head ! You lost the count of how many times you came, creating a mess on that massive guest bed, riding your fingers raw to the memory of his voice.

Every time he called to check on Megumi, he'd let that raspy voice of his throw subtle signs. You always played it perfectly dumb, acting like the babysitter who missed every single hint.

But if only he knew. If he had any idea that you caught every single dirty implication, and that his voice was the exact thing helping you scream into your pillow late at night, it would drive him insane.

You opened his door and stepped in slowly. You walked over to the cluster of clothes over his desk chair, picking up one of his black shirts and pulling the heavy fabric up to your nose, deeply inhaling the scent of him.

As a rush of warmth spread throughout your body, you didn't even try to fight that craving. Dropping the shirt against your chest, you immediately leaned back against the edge of his bed, spreading your legs wide.

You choked on a breath as you started rubbing your aching wetness directly over your clothes, desperately seeking out your clit through the barrier of your covered folds.

Without hesitation, you yanked down your shorts in one swift. Freeing yourself from the fabric, your hand moved instantly, your ring and middle finger heading straight to your stinging, swollen nub.

The contact is immediate and overwhelming, especially with his scent still clinging to the shirt in your hand.

You were so completely lost in friction, whimpering softly against the fabric of his shirt as your fingers worked your throbbing bud, that the quiet ping of the door passcode barely registered.

You were so entirely consumed by your own pleasure, eyes closed shut and face buried deep in that black cotton while you chased the edge of your release, that you completely missed the shadow falling across the hardwood floor.

You didn't notice Toji standing completely flabbergasted at his bedroom door.

Oh, how the tables have turned. The man who thought he was playing a subtle game is now frozen at his own threshold. Toji was getting an absolute eyeful of what he actually does to you.

“Am I disturbing ?” he murmured.

The sound of his voice almost made your jaw detach of your face. What on earth was he doing here ? He wasn't supposed to be back in another week. As reality violently crashed down on, you felt yoursef drowning in pure embarassment.

You scrambled backwards on that mattress, fumbling frantically as you tried to yank your shorts back up over your hips. “Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-”

The panic is so intense that it's almost tangible. You're breathing hard, you've been caught in a vulnerable or embarrassing situation, and you're literally holding his shirt, which makes it obvious you've been doing something you probably didn't want him to see.

“Didn't mean to what ?” he asked, in that same husky tone that had been driving you crazy over the phone for the last three weeks. He took one slow, deliberate step into the room, tossing his keys onto the desk.

“Didn't mean to play with yourself on my fucking bed, with my fucking shirt between your hands ?”

You sucked in a sharp breath, your hands freezing on the waistband of your shorts. The embarrassment was hot enough to burn, but the sheer weight of his gaze was making your core sting all over again.

Getting caught ? Well, it kinda turned you on.

“You been playin' dumb on the phone this whole time,” he muttered. Toji's hand moved to the hem of the his own shirt, pulling it up and over his chest, exposing every inch of his built torso.

“Looks like you understood exactly what I was saying. So put the shorts back down and let's finish what you started.”

︎You awkawrdly giggled at his joke..until ou realized it wasn't one. “Wait what ?” “You heard me, doll”

But instead of doing what he asked you to, you disappeared from his sight when he heard a loud,heavy thud! on the floor. Your knees kissed the hardwood right in front of him, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, abandoning any remaining pride as you sought his validation.

Toji froze for a split second, entirely caught off guard by your sudden action. Then, a deeply satisfied hum rumbled from his chest. Toji looked down at you, his large hand coming up to lazily cup the back of your neck, his thumb pressing firmly into the sensitive skin right under your jaw to force your head back just a little more.

His eyes darkened, a wicked, razor-sharp smirk spreading across his face as he unbuckled his belt.

“Are you sure you can get all of me in that pretty little mouth of yours?”

“Believe me, I've done way worse.”

That's what you thought, right up until he actually pulled both of his pants and boxers down. Your eyes widened like they never had before in your entire life. Damn, you genuinely felt like your eyeballs were about to pop up right out of your skull and fall !

He was just..so big.

But you were so confident ! You couldn't just back out now !

Summoning your courage, you wrapped your fingers around his rock-hard length. You immediately struggled to even close your hand into a proper "O" shape, his overwhelming thickness stretching your grip to its absolute limit.

Toji looked down at you from above, a cocky grin spreading across his face as wide as it could possibly go. Still, he tried his best to keep a cool, unbothered expression, desperately acting like you didn't have that much of an effect on him.

I mean..that stubborn composure seemed to work at first. But that was right before you leaned in closer, pressing your lips flat against his cherry-red blushing tip. You gave it a sweet but filthy peck, and before he could even register that action, you darted your tongue straight up, licking along the slick, dripping line of his slit.

Witnessing the change of expression on his face made you slick yourself completely,the warmth trickling against the fabric between your thighs.

You parted your lips, full intended to tease him — to voice some wicked comment about the raw need surfacing in his eyes. But Toji didn't even give you the chance to inhale.

With a sudden tilt of his hips, he bucked forward, shoving the thick crown of his cock straight into your warm mouth.

“Not so talkative anymore, huh ?” he rumbled. His eyes closed tight, shoulders tensing, when you immediately adapted, sucking down on him and swirling your tongue with a rhythmic heat that had him groaning aloud.

Toji was just so massive, there was no way your mouth could accomodate all of him at once. Realizing you hit your limit, you locked your lips tight around his shaft. One of your hands slid down to clamp around his base, your fingers working in tandem to work the neglected length that your mouth couldn't reach.

“Shit- 'ts so warm..”

A low, broken curse left his lips as his composure finally shattered. Driven entirely by friction, Toji started bucking his hips, his instinct taking ovet as he tried to ruthlessly fuck your mouth. Though the desperate urge to make him cum right down your throat was screaming in your ears, you weren't ready to let him dictate the pace. You wanted total control.

Without a single warning, you pulled out. your mouth left the slick of his cock with a wet, loud pop!

“The fuck are you doin-” You didn't even let him finish his thought.

It was pretty insane when you actually thought about the sheer audacity of what you were doing. but the adrenaline running throught your veins made you shameless. You used your weight to push the heavy, muscular frame of the man you’d been babysitting for back onto the mattress.

In a second, you shifted, pinning his arms as you sat directly on his iron-hard abs, facing his lower half upside down.

You thought that was a brilliant idea. A masterclass in taking control. But reality was you had just parked the ass he'd been violentely fantasizing about for the past weeks directely in his fucking face. How is a man like Toji Fushiguro supposed to keep composure after that ?!

Well, he fucking couldn't !

In a blink of an eye, his calloused hands shot up, hooking deep into the waistband of your shorts and jerked them down your hips in one brutal swipe. A sharp gasp tore from your throat as the sudden chill of the bedroom air hit your bare lower lips, exposing your swollen heat to the dim light.

Toji stared up, his chest heaving under your weight, his eyes fixed on the glistening view hovering just inches from his mouth.

“Holy shit-” he breathed, his words were vibrating against your inner thigh. “You're fucking dripping !”

You spat into your palm, mixing your own saliva with the precum coating his shaft and didn’t waste a single second before plunging back down.

Your lips parted, wrapping tight around his velvet slick dick, taking him in until you were gagging against the back of your throat. You fell into a rhythm, your tongue darting out to worship the sensitive underside.

Your cheeks were hollowing with every deep, greedy suck. And you swallowed rhythmically, a desperate whimper escaping you that seemed to drive him entirely out of his mind.

You were so consumed, chocking lightly on the size of him, when two large hands clamped into your hips from each side. With an effortless shove, he spread your cheeks wide, exposing you to him.

Before you could even process the position you were in, his tongue was there, a wet intrusion tracing the path of your slick slit. The sensation was explosive, your body bucked, a strangled moan escaping your lips even if your mouth was filled by him.

The sychronization was too intense, the double friction of your mouth on his length and his rough tongue tracing the line of your slit as he used his fingers to spread your lips.

Every time your cheeks hollowed when you sucked on him, Toji’s hips bucked upward in a mindless reflexe, his heavy hands digging into the flesh of your thighs to pin you against his mouth.

Toji was breathing like a wild animal, ruthlessly flicking his tongue against your stinging nub.

“Wait- I’m gonna cum!” you screamed as you pulled out for a second, right before taking his thick, dirpping cock back in. The heat building in your lower belly was blinding. An electric tension that made your entire lower half tremble violentely.

You couldn’t even breathe properly anymore, your throat contracting around his massive thickness as the first waves of your climax started to ripple through your folds, making you lose your vision as your eyes rolled back into your skull.

“Tojiiii–” the moan was nothing more than a choked, muffled vibration against his throbbing dick, but he felt it through his entire body.

That was his breaking point.

His fingers clenched so hard into your hips they would leave marks, his tongue giving one final, agonizingly hard drag right over your swollen center. Your walls clamped down in a violent, soaking orgasm, your head tossing back as a strangled cry was trapped inside your throat.

“Fuck fuck fuck-” The tight, rhythmic spasms of your mouth contracting around his cock instantly ruined him. Toji let out a low, shattered groan that vibrated right against your bare thighs.

His body went rigid as iron, his chest heaving under you as he came, a hot torrent of precum and release bursting right into the back of your throat. He bucked his hips one last, desperate time, pouring himself into you as you swallowed down every single drop.

You shifted your weight, twisting around on his chest until you were finally facing him. Leaning down, you sank your mouth over his, sealing your lips together in a deep, hot kiss. The taste was intoxicating.

A slick blend of your own heat and his deep release shared completely between you, the friction of your tongues blurring the lines of who belonged to who.

When you finally broke apart for air, you collapsed onto the mattress right next to his massive frame. Both of your chests were heaving, your breathing uneven, and completely unsteady in the quiet of the bedroom.

As the minutes ticked by, the static in the air began to settle. The frantic beat of your heart gradually slowed, and the room finally stopped spinning as you both fully blinked your vision back into focus.

The heavy silence was warm, thick with the lingering scent of what you’d just done.

Toji slowly turned his head on the pillow, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a heavy-lidded intensity.

He reached out, his hand moving up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your jawline as a smirk crept back onto his face.

“Feel like another round?”

[beaniesayshi]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗗 masterlist (on hiatus)

tags: F1 AU, Sukuna x f!Reader OR Gojo x f!Reader (you're choosing), kinda enemies to lovers, slow trust build, extremely slow burn (you’re too busy saving your team), feelings buried under strategy calls and press statements, full F1 immersion, F1 jargon (there’s glossary)

Welcome to the JJK Formula 1 AU. It’s 2025, there’s no cursed energy, just stupidly fast cars, too much money, and drivers who really need PR training.

This story lives in the chaos of a full F1 season: race debriefs, media disasters, strategy tensions, and the slow-burn mess of navigating proximity when everything’s on the line.

Choose your path:

You’re either the Ferrari's Chief of Engineer, responsible for wrangling their volatile #1 driver, Sukuna Ryomen, who doesn’t like to be told what to do… which means yelling at a double world champion who thinks strategy calls are “suggestions”

or

The Mercedes' PR officer tasked with keeping Mercedes’ chaotic defending champion, Satoru Gojo, out of trouble (and out of headlines) while he seems determined to push every boundary (including yours), which means stopping him from trash talking rival drivers, flirting with cameras, reporters, and you.

Either way, you’re fighting for the team and the last thing you need is falling for the one man who makes your job impossible. 

Whatever this thing between you is? It can wait until you save the team.

Follow one path or both: two different MCs navigating the same season from opposite garages.

Expect: rivalries, tension, late‑night strategy calls, team politics, data sheets, media fallout, miscommunication, and the painfully slow shift from enemies to something else.

MEET THE GRID: Ferrari: Sukuna Ryomen (#69) + Yuji Itadori (#9) Mercedes: Satoru Gojo (#1) + Kento Nanami (#12) Red Bull: Suguru Geto (#4) + Toji Zenin (#13) McLaren: Choso (#44) + Megumi Fushiguro (#22) Alpine: Aoi Todo (#77) + Toge Inumaki (#17) Aston Martin: Noritoshi Kamo (#8) + Hiromi Higuruma (#11)

MEET THE TEAMS: Scuderia Ferrari · Mercedes AMG Petronas · Oracle Red Bull Racing · McLaren Formula 1 Team · BWT Alpine F1 Team · Aston Martin Aramco F1 Team

CHAMPIONSHIPS: 2020: Suguru Geto 2021: Satoru Gojo 2022: Sukuna Ryomen 2023: Sukuna Ryomen 2024: Satoru Gojo

Race results (spoilers! will be updated after posting each GP) · Glossary

The Grid on Ao3

YOU'RE CHOOSING SUKUNA: Chapter 0: Bahrain pre-season testing Chapter 0.5: Pit stop Chapter 1: Australian GP Chapter 1.5: Pit stop Chapter 2: Chinese GP ...

YOU'RE CHOOSING GOJO: Chapter 0: Bahrain pre-season testing Chapter 0.5: Pit stop Chapter 1: Australian GP Chapter 1.5: Pit stop Chapter 2: Chinese GP ...

Taglist: closed (the grid is on hiatus, i'm sorry)

[xoscrumcheousxoxo]

“Playin’ hard to get,doll?” Pt4 fratboytoji X reader

Photo credit goes to the amazing @thatsallitchief 😘

Summary: y/n has got no interest in making any fratboy roster. She refuses to add to any guys body count. Soooo what happens now that the notorious soccer player and manwhore,Toji Fushiguro, got you on his radar?

Content: MDNI 18+ ONLY.fem!reader, smut, fluff, cheating, heartbreak, college au, soccer!toji, fratboy!toji, toji’s likes a challange, toji downbad for y/n, f’boy behavior, y/n’s a baddie & knows what she wants. Eventual angst, unknown feelings. Vulgar language. Toji can’t figure you out. Physical violence

Author’s note: my first ever fanfic… I’m just sooooo inspired by all this great reads I make scenarios in my head ✨;) please take it easy on me . I didn’t proof read. down bad for jjk men…. Yummmmm! Let me know the cans and cants of this app ! I’m still learning here 😭

CHAPTER 1 , CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3, CHAPTER 4,

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Toji makes his way to the lecture hall. He was hoping you would dm him or something after he dropped you back off at the Karaoke bar on Saturday. You never did. The quad is more lively than usual, students gathering around a scene. He makes his way through the crowd to see what’s going on.

Girls screams with mixes of ‘Oh my goshes’ and ‘why would he do that’ fill the air. Nanami stumbles out of the crowd holding his nose, blood slipping through his fingers. You’re pushing Choso, arms flying as you yell at him. His eyes are still locked on the blonde walking away. His knuckles bruised. Nanami is distorted as he makes his way through the gathering crowd and bumps into the massive jock. He looks up offering an apology. Toji glares down at him, one hand gripping the strap of his bag, disgust on his face. He doesn’t acknowledge him instead he makes his way towards you and Choso.

“There’s repercussions Choso!!!” Your arms motioning at the dispersing crowd. “Quit doing this shit I can take care of myself!!” You shove him. He doesn’t budge he just looks down at you. Some students are still watching, “ Shows over !!” They begin to leave. Toji grins seeing this fiery side of you is back. You shove Choso again, “He was sorry.”

That triggers something in Choso, “Don’t get soft now y/n.” he grabs your chin and tilts ur head up to him “don’t start settling for shit.” You slap his hand away. He pulls you in against your will and pecks the top of your head then walks past the doors of your class that’s starting. “Where you going, We have class !!!!” You yell. Cho doesn’t stop as he flexes his bruised hand.

You look up to Toji standing next to you, he offers you a smile. “You saw that?” Exhaustion frames your face. “I loved that.” You roll your eyes and head the other way. Ok no class today. Toji holds the strap of his bag his other hand in his pocket as he trails behind you. You make your way off campus and to the nearest cafe with jock in toll. When he notices which cafe has your attention he holds the door open as you both make your way inside. He watches you from the corner of his eye as you read the menu to order. You’re in a white cardigan with a waist high skirt that meets your thighs. Your hair clipped up. Your make up is simple and natural and the mascara you wear accentuates your eyes. Tha-dump You look back at him and he looks away instantly. Busted. You grin, “I’ll take an iced dirty chai. With cold foam and cinamon.” The barista takes your order. “Make that 2.” Toji adds. You shuffle in your bag for your wallet but Toji has already paid. You offer a thanks as he grabs your drinks and finds a booth to sit in.

You both sip on your drinks that Toji admits is way too sweet for his liking. “We were casual.” You zoned out. Toji looks up at you who stares out the window. “We weren’t going out that long. We never discussed exclusivity. Well he did ask me to be his girlfriend. So we were exclusive. Atleast to me. ” It was clear you were trying to justify Kento’s actions. Being willing to accept his apology if you found reason. Don’t look for reasons y/n.

“You knew about the other girl?” Toji questions.

“I assumed she was his ex.” You sip your coffee.

You both sip in silence. “He was always attentive and sweet.”

“Don’t make excuses for him doll.”

You don’t have the energy to fight.

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The next day goes by too slow for the soccer player who wishes Wednesday would come already. He doesn’t deny that lately you’re the only thing on his mind.

10:47pm

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@.sweet.y/n🤍 :

Hi

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Toji’s chest tightens when he see it. She never DMs first.

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@FushiToji:

Hey doll

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@.sweet.y/n:

Wyd?

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Just the fact that she reached out has Toji’s stomach fluttering.

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@FushiToji:

Nothin u ok?

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@.sweet.y/n🤍:

Yeah I’m okay.

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That’s good,doll.

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@.sweet.y/n🤍:

Wyd tomorrow ?

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Toji smiles at his screen

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@FushiToji:

Wat ever u want me 2

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You send an address.

A date ? She’s finally giving me a chance?

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@FushToji:

I’ll meet u there

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@.sweet.y/n🤍

Okayy. Gn Toji ❤️

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His stomach flutters. Tha-dump Tha-dump Tha-dump

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@FushiToji:

Goodnight y/n

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Toji’s palms sweat profusely as his makes his way toward the address you sent. It’s finally happening, he thinks to himself. He makes sure to bring extra money to pay for whatever plans you had in mind today. There’s a cafe up ahead so he stops to order you a coffee praying he got it right. Today’s the day. He struts his way around the corner to the address you sent and finds you standing there infront of …. a public health clinic :|

Toji laughs humorously, I should’ve expected this from you, doll. You stand there in a tshirt and shorts. Strands of your hair flutter across your face. At least the view is great, he thinks. When you finally see him you give him the most adorable smile, like you’re actually happy to see him.

“Hey.”

“Hey”

“Thanks for offering to come with me.” I did, didn’t I. Toji hands you your drink. “Anything for you doll.” The gesture was unexpected and sweet. You cheeks turn pink. Toji notices.

You both stand at the counter as the receptionists hands you a clipboard of some paperwork. Toji grabs one too. You look up at him surprised. “Since we’re here.” Toji shrugs his shoulders.

The seating arrangements is awfully close as you two find somewhere to sit after meeting with the doctor. Time goes by slowly. You decide to play some games on your phone as Toji slouches back against the wall closing his eyes. More time passes, you finally look up from your phone to see him checking his. You sneak a peek. Opened is his frat group chat discussing tonight’s “pajama party” and their rolls. Gojo is scolding him making sure he comes dressed to theme and to bring the cups. Toji scoffs outloud not bothering to respond. You notice the 13 missed texts on the top of his screen. He goes back to the main text page. Each are unknown numbers. You lean closer to see. “Hello, no response?”, “I hardly see you anymore,” , “let’s fuck”, “you should come to my place.” , “it’s clear your uninterested” are just some of the messages you make out. The dates date back to over a month ago. Toji catches you from his peripheral. You blush as your cheek flush with embarrassment. “It’s not nice to ignore people,” you reference back to his DMs. He offers a slight grin, “I’m not ignoring,” he arranges his thoughts for a second,” I just…. Don’t want what they’re offering.” Your breath hitches. You both are looking deep into each others eyes. You notice how close your faces are right now, you can almost feel his breath.

“Ms.L/n, Mr. Fushiguro….” You snap back quickly looking at the nurse infront of you. “Your results are ready. Thank you for waiting.” She hands you the papers.

“Thank you so much.”

You look at your results. Negative.

“Well that’s a relief.” You stuff your paper into your bag -and offer to do the same for him. He gives you his. You can’t help but look. Negative. You glance back at him who’s finally responding to Gojo. He looks up at you and smile. “I told you I’m clean”. You chuckle stuffing his results in your bag as well. You dropped that roster, now did you, fratboy? Your chest tightens.

Toji stretches as you head out of the clinic, shirt raising showing off his happy trail and abs. You look away before he notices. “What are you up to now?”

“Ahh some errands for the party tonight.”

“Alright let’s go.”

Toji is frozen in place. Did you just offer to come? You look back at him over your shoulder, a strand of hair sticks to your lip. Tha-dump

You make up an excuse,“I need an outfit.”

Toji practically jumps at the fact that you’re coming tonight. “Yeah, uh, sounds good.”

You find yourselves walking through different shops looking for outfits. Toji grabs the first plaid pajama bottoms he sees and considers it a job well done. He doesn’t want this time with you to end so he pretends he needs options. Unlike him, you put a little more effort into your outfit of choice and so you both spend majority of the time in changing rooms modeling outfits for Toji. It wasn’t as grand as a formal but he couldn’t help but think how adorable you looked in a pair of Sanrio set Pj’s.

In between window shopping you stop at snack shops to taste test desserts you’ve never tried before. You take bite and hold the rest up to Toji while licking your lips. He tries his best to hide the red of his cheeks.

There’s a nice sushi place you end up settling for. The small talk begins to come easy for you. There’s a number of times you catch Toji admiring you as you ramble. You can’t help but notice how the over confident frat king have seemed to have mellowed out over time. Or was he like this all along? You think back to the unopened messages. Something in you changes. Is he doing it for me?

After picking up the last of the things he needed for the party you both start your trek back to the university. You haven’t found an outfit you liked so you decide to just pick out something from your closet.

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It's any man's dream slumber party. Ladies DIY pjs that they cut short to turn into crop tops and short shorts, sexy sleepwear, lingerie. Satoru is a genius. The boys are spread out on the couch again, praising the mastermind behind the most brilliant party theme. Gojo soaks it in, he'll never turn down a good praise. Toji has barely touched his drink. Odd, being that a good pregame is a must before a frat rager. Instead, he pretends to listen to the ongoing conversations, agreeing every now and then and scans the room. The guys notice.

A hard slap hits his back. He hisses. "Pussy whipped much," Sukuna's voice roars in his ear. Toji's brows pull together.

"Haven't seen you around buddy boy."

"Been busy."

"Busy chasing bitches."

Irritation floods Toji as he tries his best to ignore his fellow mate. "you got it wrong man"

"oh yeah? That's not you that bitch got walking around like a dog." Sukuna barks. Anger blisters in Toji's chest. Dont call her a bitch. He stands almost too quickly. Sukuna can see the rage in Toji's stance as a devious smirk plays on his face. Toji stares down at him, pride battling emotions. Toji hates to seem weak and whipped Infront of his friends. Especially with his standing as one of the baddest guys in the university but FUCK SUKUNA for talking about you like that. Fushiguro wants to start a brawl, put the prick in his place, but that's too close to admitting that he's right. It's hard to miss the pretty girl who's got the 6 + ft. enormous frat king always a couple steps behind her with his hands in his pockets. Waiting for a lick of attention. He shrugs playfully, fake smile plastering his face, "just looking for a good time."

Sukuna's face is serious, as if looking right through Toji, then, "thought we lost you there brother." He stands, large hands grabbing Toji's shoulders and shaking him. He hands Toji a beer, they cheers slamming their drinks together and race to down it in one go. He leans into Toji's ear. "WE'RE GETTING FUCKING FUUUCKEEDDD TONIGHT!!!" Toji just nods his head.

The drinks start to offer Toji a little buzz. It's been a while since he actually let loose. Lately he's been a little distracted. He still is in a way. Every figure that has even the slightest resemblance to you catches his attention. When he realizes it's not you he gulps more of his drink to add to his buzz. Where are you?

It's been a couple hours into the night and at this point Toji has just about given up hope that you would show. The buzz fades and the party don't seem to interest him anymore. He slowly makes his way to his room as a hand grabs him from behind. An obnoxious voice rumbles in his ear, "uh uh uh doggy boy, we didn't even get to the fun part." He offers a girl hanging from his hand, dressed in what looks like a diy slutty version of some anime pj's. Toji can smell the hormones in the air, her intentions clear as day. Usually, he would jump at an opportunity like this. Even if a girl wanted him to work for it a little, he enjoyed the chase even if the sex was mid. Tonight though, he felt nothing. No need to chase satisfaction. But the slightest beacon of pride glimmers in him. He doesn't want no shit from Sukuna, so he leans down, offering i meaningless make out. Just as he's going in his eyes catches something.

**(intro to Never getting laid-Sabrina Carpenter plays through the speakers)

As if playing in slow motion, you make your way through the crowd. Glitter shimmers across your body, your hair bouncing against your skin. A soft satin light purple lingerie dress adorns your body, it's slit traveling up your thigh, leaving the rest up for imagination. Its thin straps hang loose on your shoulders. Toji feels like he's taking a physical blow being in your presence. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. He doesn’t think he’s ever described a girl that way. An angel, nothing on earth could describe how absolutely beautiful you look right now. Toji straightens out excusing the girl and makes his way towards you.

You finally notice him as he towers over you, your grey eyes glimmering under your long lashes. You’re so beautiful, y/n.

“You look,” Toji fumbles his words, "beautiful." He says it shyly and your taken back. You've only ever bickered with each other, teasing, never have you heard something so intimate leave his mouth. Pink flushes your cheeks.

"Thanks" your body slowly starts swaying to the beat as you take a look around. "I just pulled it out of the drawer since we didn't find anything earlier." His stomach twist at the thought of someone else getting to see you in this before. He grins, "hey let's get some drinks." He holds out his hand half mindedly not expecting you to take it. You do, he looks at the size comparison, how small it is compared to his, then back up to your eyes. You smile genuinely. Tha-dump. He leads you through the crowd and to the kitchen.

He doesn't know what came over you to tolerate him being around you tonight. More than tolerate, you stayed engaged in the small talk sticking with him. He finds you laughing, not so guarded. He even offers you to dance, which you never refuse. You find yourselves on the dancefloor and in place of Yuki, it's Toji you conquer the floor with. You must admit he's not the best dancer. He sways and traces your body with his hands. Matter of fact you've never saw him on the dancefloor so that makes a lot of sense. You look up at him who's focus never left you. So hot, you tell yourself. As the music continues you can't help but notice how you feel every trace of his touch. His fingers burn on your skin, your thighs clench together. His breath touches your neck leaving your entire body feigning. What is happening?

Toji takes in every second of acceptance you give him. The song ends and blends into the next. "You thirsty?" he whispers in your ear. You nod, body still molding to the music. He admires you, lost in your own world that you finally offer him a tiny part of. He stratches the back of his head and makes his way back to the kitchen.

He feels on top of the world, smiling silly as his makes his way back to the dance floor with drinks in hand. You’re not in the same spot you were in where he left. He makes his way through the crowd then he sees you. You’re heading up the stairs in hand with the blonde douche Nanami. Jealousy is dangerous in a yearning man. He downs his drink and pushes a passing ongoer as he storms off to find something strong to consume.

He’s sulking now. What are you doing up there? What the fuck was the point of getting tested? Just making sure he was in the clear to get his dick wet? He got a fucking baby mama now. Toji downs another shot. “What you crying about now doggy boy.” Sukuna never stops does he. Toji doesn’t answer, just stares at the staircase. “Awww your bitch found a new dick to pounce on” That does it. Toji sizes Sukuna up, two alphas challenging each other face to face. “Shut the fuck up,” he pushes Sukuna. “Or are you the bitch now?”Sukuna teases devious smile on his face. Too far, Toji’s fist is already flying but not quick enough. Sukuna’s laughing now. “Soft fucking bitch boy…. the king of the frat has fallen.” Toji swings again, connecting. Sukuna flies back smashing the coffee table into pieces. He’s back on his feet tackling Toji to the ground. The brawl is disastrous, fist flying, blood everywhere. The crowd roars in exhilaration. Frat brothers tries their best to rip them apart without getting ripped apart themselves. Two jocks equal in physique and ego not letting up.

Meanwhile upstairs, Kento finds an empty room to speak in. You don't know why you caved in and said yes. Maybe it's your tipsiness. He shuts the door behind you. "Y/N, i would like to sincerely apologize for what had happened last week." No response. "I genuinely enjoy the times we spent together and would like to let you know that the offer still stands. I am sorry for the inconvenience this has caused."

It was like adding gas to a flame. “ The offer of what Kento? Being your girlfriend ? You already have one of those !!!” Oh the boldness of this man. Being the person that he is, he doesn’t argue he just shakes his head in agreement. “Inconvenience? Inconvenience Kento ?” Your voice cracks in the slightest. He looks at you to find your eyes glossy. “She’s your girlfriend and she’s pregnant.”

He hates to see you so soft and down “I’ve accepted full responsibility for my actions y/n. We’ve spoken and arranged that I fully fulfill my role in whatever decision she decides.”

“Full responsibility?” Your voice is quiet, tired, “you never fulfilled those as her boyfriend to begin with.” You fight with yourself to not let a single tear fall Infront of him. “She’s not an inconvenience. She’s someone who trusted you. She gave herself to you. She came back to you she needed you and you weren’t man enough to…..” A single tear breaks through as you think back on your past relationships, as if you’re forced to relive this conversation over and over again. You wipe it away quickly “…… and you come to me. You ask me to take your regrets. When I'm just……” a pause. Don’t give him anymore of yourself then you already have y/n. “I’m just the other woman.”

Kento reaches out to you to offer comfort. You hit his hand away. “ I’ve seen the kind of partner you are Nanami. Why would I want that?” You shake your head opening the door and excusing yourself.

Someone bumps into your shoulder as you're exiting the room. They run past not even offering an apology. "Dick," you yell as you head in that same direction down the stairs. The energy seems off. It's still loud and rowdy but in an off-putting way. Then you see the focus of the commotion. Gojo, Shiu and Geto is holding Sukuna on the ground as he spews curses. Choso and another guy presses Toji against a wall not too far from that. Blood is everywhere, splattered amongst the damage furniture. Rage is the eyes of both men.

Toji uses all his weight to break free from the grasps of his peers. Choso being the brick wall that he is, still can't hold him back much longer. Toji's rage turns Choso now. Overstimulation and anger flows through his body.

"Get the fuck off of me," he growls.

Choso's no pushover. Physique wise, he stands amongst the alphas too. "Let it go man."

"I said, GET. THE . FUCK. OFF." He manages to break free from the other guy and now Toji and Choso stands chest to chest.

Choso knows where this leads. He's never backed down from a fight and so he stands his ground. And just as Toji's fury threatens to unleash.... a small figure presses between them.

He looks down to see you; your eyes hold as much heat as his. yyyyyy/nnnnn you don’t belong here.

You shove him with enough force to push him back a step. "LET'S GO." Your words are firm. Toji's chest heaves as his fists bundle, knuckles turning white. You shove him again. He grunts. "I SAID. LETS. GO." What Sukuna matched in size you matched in energy. I'm fucking pissed at you y/n. You leave. Toji and Choso holds their stance as if waiting for the bell to begin the fight. Then..... AAAUUHGHGHH!!!! FFFUUCCCKK!!!! Toji follows. The whole room is silent as they watch the hot headed frat king follow behind your small frame out the front door, without a fight. Choso is lead away by Yuki, arms on his chest. While Sukuna laughs, still pinned to the floor by his brothers.

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CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3, CHAPTER 4

Not to much smut this round. It’s coming up soon 🤪 This chapter was more of a slow burn. There’s so much that’s happened. All kinds of feelings starting to bloom…. 🙈 FRAT BOYS BEING FRAT BOYS!

All rights reserved by @xoscrumcheousxoxo 2026 please don’t copy as your own, translate or feed into ai 😘

"^^^ How my man be feeling seeing y/n with Nanami lol

[crunchypizabread]

intoxicated by your love (ch. 1)

340 days sober and one dating app disaster later, you didn't expect your new addiction to be a bartender at one of NYC’s most popular speakeasies, who makes some mean cocktails and becomes your new drug.

cw: mdni, 18+ only. bartender!sukuna x f!reader, slow burn, au sukuna, alcoholism, themes of sobriety and addiction, attempted assault, assault, child abuse, poor mental health themes, self-hatred, vomit, misogyny, arguments, smut in later chapters, happy ending (will be updated for future chapters)

wc (ch1.): ~4.2k

340 days. That's how long it'd been since your last drink.

Not that you were counting. Okay, you were absolutely counting, who were you kidding. But in your defense, counting was the only thing keeping you from falling back into the habit of pouring yourself a glass (or three) of wine after yet another shitty day of working hybrid.

What started as "just a glass to take the edge off" had slowly become a nightly ritual or should one say, a coping mechanism to detach from reality. The occasional pinot became as routine as your morning monster energy drinks. And when you finally caught yourself reaching for the bottle before you'd even changed out of your work clothes, you knew something had to give.

So on a random Tuesday evening, you poured the remaining wine down the sink and never looked back. You cried only once after that. 

Here's the thing nobody tells you about getting sober in your early twenties: apparently, alcohol is the only thing holding society together. Every fucking group hangout, drinking was the crux. Every social gathering? Someone's shoving a glass in your hand in spite of you masking your sobriety with a whiskey glass full of ‘rum and coke’ (it’s just Coca Cola).

Your friends were supportive, sorta… because there was always that one tipsy friend who'd lean in with the "just one drink won't hurt!" like I personally owed losing my brain cells that were degenerating from alcohol And after the tenth time of explaining, you started phasing yourself out of those nights.

You valued your sobriety more than you valued being the designated babysitter for drunk friends who couldn't take a hint. And you fucking hated driving them back home. You cared about them, of course. But being the designated driver every night had become lonesome.

So when you matched with Arthur, a tall, emerald-eyed, finance bro, and the conversation flowed so effortlessly that you almost forgot this was a dating app, you felt that familiar flutter of hope.

The kind of hope that usually preceded disappointment.

11:12 a.m. Arthur: I don't think I can wait any longer to meet you. The Back Room tonight at 7? 11:39 a.m. You: Arthur… I'd love to. But you know I don't drink anymore, right? 11:42 a.m. Arthur: They can make non-alcoholic versions, yeah? Plus bar food. Trust me, I'll have ONE drink, and then we can continue our chat over food. 11:50 a.m. You: Thanks Arthur. I really appreciate it :) see ya 11:55 a.m. Arthur: I'll send you an Uber? Ping me your nearest intersection (no need to give your full address)

You were smiling at your screen like an idiot. He remembered your rant about hating post-work commutes. He offered to pick you up without being weird about it. He wasn't pushy about the drinking thing either, and that was different from anyone else.

You sent him the intersection near your place which was close enough for convenience, far enough that if he turned out to be a creep, he wouldn't know exactly where you lived. 

Your hair was a mess.

You stared at your reflection in horror, the hair dryer still working overtime to dry your strands. Your curl routine didn’t work in spite of all the plopping and diffusing.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck–"

You abandoned the diffuser and grabbed the straightener instead. Your curls could have their protest another night. Tonight, you needed to look like you held your shit, somewhat together, by frying your hair. 

The outfit came together better than your hair did. A halterneck peplum top in black with an asymmetrical hemline flattering your (bloated) waist, paired with bootcut trousers that made your legs look surprisingly lean. Burgundy kitten heels that matched your lipstick perfectly. An extreme amount of Maison Margiela perfume, duh. You always smelled good, and you weren’t going to cheap out on smelling extra delicious today.

A quick text to Arthur: On my way!

The evening started off perfectly.

Arthur was even better in person. Button-down shirt, nice pants, still in his finance bro uniform but somehow making it work. His emerald eyes were captivating. And there was something about the scar on the left side of his lip - a tiny imperfection that made his otherwise polished appearance feel real.

"How'd you get that scar? If you don't mind me asking," you asked.

"This?" He touched it instinctively. "Wasn't the most understanding kid. Got into a lot of brawls with my siblings. One day my father beat me till I 'learned my lesson.'" He chuckled. "Now here we are."

Shit. 

"I'm so sorry. I hope things are better now? With your dad, I mean." You winced. "Sorry, I don't want to be intrusive.."

"Lucky for me, he's been gone a while. Don't have the best relationship with my family either." He shrugged. "Now it's just an interesting memory."

You were genuinely surprised at how open he was. The conversation flowed well: stories, work complaints, future plans. He actually listened when you talked about wanting to transition to a less stressful role and travel on a nomad visa abroad.

This is going REALLY well.

You were giggly, sharing some ridiculous travel anecdote, when a tall shadow fell over the bar table.

"Good evening. I'm Ryo, and I'll be your bartender tonight. May I start you off with anything?"

The voice was deep, flat, almost monotone. You glanced up and…

Okay.

The man standing before you was stunning. And not in the conventional way. His hair was pale pink, like someone had dipped cotton candy and coated it in glittery sugar, which made it somehow glossy (?) and it stuck up in all directions like he'd just rolled out of bed, but in a sexy way. His frame was broad, capped delts visible under his black uniform, with tattoos snaking up his fingers and disappearing beneath his black sleeves.

He had the kind of face that made you want to stare and look away at the same time, in fear, of course. 

"I'll take an old-fashioned whiskey. As cold as you can make it," Arthur said.

"And for the lady?" Ryo's eyes shifted to you. Still expressionless.

"Um." You tugged at your hemline nervously. "Can I ask if you have a menu with zero-proof mocktails?"

"We don't," he said flatly. "But I can make anything without alcohol, ma'am."

"Oh! That's really nice." You perked up. "I usually go for citrus things…like mojitos? Is it possible to make one without alcohol?"

"Certainly. Coming right up."

He turned away before you could say thank you. Your eyes drifted to his hair again. Pale pink, broad shoulders, tattoos crawling up his neck, god. What made someone choose that color? It was so out there, so unexpected against his professional demeanor.

"So… as I was saying…"

Drinks arrived quickly. Arthur's whiskey was dark and smooth; your mojito was bright and citrusy and somehow better than the alcoholic ones you used to drink.

Arthur was asking about your future plans again, and you were giddy. The kind of giddy that made you want to text your best friend Lex:

IT'S GOING SO WELL. I MIGHT ACTUALLY LIKE THIS GUY!!

You excused yourself to the bathroom to do exactly that.

Lex's response was immediate:

9:20 p.m. Lex <3: Awwwww. Extend the night? dessert, bowling, beach walk? Choose whatever or all! You deserve this babe

You were smiling as you walked back to your seat.

And then Arthur opened his mouth. His filthy mouth.

"So… you're not the fling kinda girl, huh?" He smirked.

Your smile faltered. "Hmm?"

"Hookups. Situationships. You don't do that." He was watching you with a knowing look. "Had some interesting experiences, I'm guessing?"

"No, I don't do that." Your voice came out flatter than you intended. "My profile mentioned that, if you remember."

"I respect that," he said quickly. "I was a frat guy so I’m sick of that scene anyway. Just curious."

Curious. Right.

The silence stretched between you for a while.

"Any more drinks?" Ryo appeared at your elbow like he knew how aggravating the silence was. "Finger foods? We have specials I'd definitely recommend."

"Another whiskey." Arthur tapped his glass arrogantly.

"Not going to eat anything?" you asked.

"Nah."

"Okay…" You turned to Ryo. "I'm slightly hungry, though. What are the specials, Ryo?"

Ryo blinked. Just once. Like he was surprised you'd used his name.

"Mini arancini bites. They pair well with red wine to cut the cheesiness. Mini charcuterie plate with our house-special garlic-stuffed sausage bagel bites. Pairs well with a dirty martini. All other accouterments are on the menu to your right." He gestured. "You could order the specials separately, ma'am. Since you don't drink."

"Wow. Honestly, I'm a sucker for fried food. And cheese." You smiled brighter than you probably should have. "I'll get the arancini bites for now."

Ryo's face remained perfectly neutral. But something in his eyes flickered.

Weird, you thought. Maybe he's just tired.

Arthur excused himself to take a call. You scrolled through your phone, waiting for your food, when a large hand waved in front of your screen.

You looked up.

Ryo was staring at you with an expression that could only be described as scowling. He slid a hot plate of arancini toward you. Crispy, golden, smelling like heaven. You cut into one and took a big bite–

"Your companion is a frequent customer." Ryo's deep voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't believe he's who he appears to be."

You paused mid-chewing. "Huh?"

"I believe he's committed to someone. I've seen him here with his fiancée. Multiple times."

"You must be mistaken. He's very single. I–"

You stopped. Why were you so sure?

"If it's any convincing…" Ryo pulled out his phone. "Here's a picture from an event we threw a couple weeks back. See the ring? His fiancée isn't in frame, unfortunately. But when you went to the bathroom?" His eyes met yours. "I believe he was talking to her."

The arancini suddenly tasted like bile in your mouth. The parmesan cheese began tasting like vomit as you tried to stabilize your hearing.

"I'd also recommend not trusting him with a drink again." Ryo's voice was flat, clinical. "He added something to yours when you left. Thought I wouldn't notice. I threw it out and made a new one." A pause. "He was very mad about it. Threatened to get me fired. I don't care. I own a portion of this place anyway."

You were pissed. Really pissed. Am I hallucinating? Why is he saying all this? Is he lying? Surely cannot be lying, especially if that customer is a loyal one. Am I stupid? Why would he cheat on his fiancée in the first place? Is it an open relationship? Why am I always attracting shitty men?

Your thoughts kept spiraling as you were glued to your seat.

Why would a bartender benefit from shooing away a regular?

Arthur returned, and your expression must have been furious because he immediately went for the guilt-trip approach.

"Missed me?"

He draped an arm around your shoulder, his hot breath fanning your earlobe as he leaned in. His fingers dug into your shoulder far too possessively for a first date. Then he reached over and grabbed one of your arancini bites without asking.

Wasn't this asshole not hungry?

"Arthur, I think we should call it a night." You pulled away from his grip. "Something last-minute came up from work. Just got pinged on Slack."

"Really, baby?" His voice was slurring now. "The night's just started! I thought I might even convince you to have a drink. You know, after your little sober break."

That's it. Enough.

You tried to stand, but his grip on your shoulder was too strong. His nails dug till you felt sharp stinging, positive they had left some deep scratches. You were frozen, heart racing, alarm bells ringing. As if your tinnitus wasn’t enough. A part of you was screaming to make a scene, but another part of you had been conditioned to not cause a scene.

Then you heard a sharp yelp.

You looked left.

Arthur was being choked out by Ryo.

"Drunk customers who try to assault anyone will not be tolerated at this establishment." Ryo's voice was calm. Dead calm. "Leave immediately before I call the cops."

A few diners glanced over, but most were too drunk to care. They dismissed it as a minor argument, perhaps.

Arthur complied surprisingly quick. "Gladly. Who'd want to be with this prude anyway?" He shot you a venomous look before grabbing his coat and making a sharp exit.

You sat there, hand over your mouth, trying to calm your racing heart. The embarrassment was overwhelming. You'd never felt so stupid in your entire life. So *naïve*.

Of course. Of COURSE he was too good to be true.

"Hey."

You looked up.

Ryo had taken Arthur's seat. He was holding something that looked like something out of an animated barbie movie: an ice cream float, complete with a straw and whipped cream and a maraschino cherry on top.

"He was a jerk." His voice was gentler now. "You shouldn't be embarrassed because you have boundaries. Besides, I'm a fucking bartender who's sober. Imagine that?" He snorted. "Being sober or not, picky about your sleeping preferences - those aren't something to be ashamed of."

You stared at him. You couldn't even find words.

He sat there in comfortable silence while you processed everything. Minutes passed. He didn't interrupt. He just sat there, sipping his ridiculous ice cream float, giving you space to breathe.

Your phone buzzed.

Bedtime Reminder

Your bedtime is set for 11:00 PM. Wind Down is starting soon.

"You should go home and rest," Ryo said quietly.

"Hmm." You blinked with heavy eyes. "Yeah. I should." A bitter laugh escaped you. "I wonder what possessed me to expect a finance frat bro to be anything close to decent."

"Some stereotypes are true for a reason."

You glanced at him while he was staring ahead at the stacked bottles. 

"What're you having?"

"Ice cream float." He shrugged. "Need some sugar before this shift stretches any longer."

You nodded. It made sense now. The hair, the quiet intensity, the sobriety.

You pulled out your card to pay but Ryo pushed your arm away. "Don't."

"You don't have to do that! It wasn't your fault. I'm glad I got to know who he really is before things got worse!"

"Don't worry about it." His voice was firm. "I insist."

You awkwardly half-bowed your head in thanks.

And when you looked up. Oh god.

He was smiling.

A real smile. The kind that showed his teeth, crinkled the corners of his eyes, and revealed a single dimple on one cheek that somehow made the black-lined tattoos on his face look soft.

Your heart did something it absolutely was not supposed to do.

That was the day you met your new addiction.

One far more lethal than any substance. A name that would be so intoxicating, you'd wonder if you were ever truly sober at all.

First fic!! Pls be kind :) Honestly, I can't wait to write future chapters. Might post this on ao3? Idk. We shall see. As someone who has dealt with such mixed opinions on sobriety from people around me, this is sort of a personal theme that I ended up writing about. Want this to be a slow burn, might have themes of angst in the upcoming chapters BUT I am a 100% going to give them a happy ending. cover art found on pinterest by @ Fnafy. f2u dividers by @ abudasima.

[yutanology]

yandere merman!satoru × fem!reader

cw: implied mass killing, abduction, drugging, inaccurate description of mermen stuff, sexual content, knotting, yandere behaviors, misspellings and grammatical errors

yandere merman!satoru who first saw you from the wooden dock behind your parent's restaurant.

he immediately felt the need to claim and drag you to his home. the feeling within his chest was intense, it hurts. he knew right there and then that you're his fated mate.

he doesn't understand why a fragile human is his match but the universe had decreed it. and one thing about him is he doesn't deny himself what belongs to him.

every early morning, he'd watch you carry heavy wooden buckets of your father's daily catch, barefoot on the sand. he doesn't understand why a female like you would have to strain your muscles everyday, even under the scorching sun that burns your skin when you stay out too long. he hates that you have to work so hard to live.

your father's fishing nets start coming up impossibly full. not just with regular fish, but with the rarest, most expensive deep sea delicacies that shouldn't even exist near shore. one evening, you found perfectly formed black pearls and shiny seashells sitting on the bottom of the bucket you left on the dock. you'd think it's a blessing from the sea but to mermen, it's a dowry.

this blessings kept coming, sometimes just sitting on the sand where you specifically rest during afternoons. it had already filled the drawers in your room, you decided to sell them. the amount of money you've received in return was huge. you decided to use it to upgrade the restaurant and planned to enroll to your dream university to take the course you thought could only become an unachievable dream to you.

eventually, merman!satoru grows tired of watching you from afar. he waited til the sun went down and the restaurant closed to he reveal himself while you're cleaning up the dock.

he rested his arms on the edge of the wooden pier. his human-like torso is impossibly pale and sculpted. in between his fingers were webbed and ends with sharp nails. his hair was white and long, it danced under the water like the way a jellyfish's tentacles would move.

he talked to you in a hypnotic, low but soft voice, mimicking the way you humans talk. when you tried to step back, you couldn't move out of fear.

his freezing hand reached out to touch your hand. when he noticed the warmth of your skin dissipate under his touch, he let go as if he'd burned you. only then could you move and stumble your way from him.

he let out desperate calls for you but you don't turn back. not even once. that alone made his heart clenched painfully. he cried and clawed the pier in attempt to carry himself up, as he watched you disappear from his sight.

if only he could turn his tail into stupid human feet, he would. with a broken heart, he dives back down to the cold water.

over the next weeks passed, merman!satoru constantly visits you every night when no one else is around, bringing gifts for you. that's when you found out the pearls were from him all along. in return, you continued to meet him.

whenever you were late, he demanded to know what you've been doing. when you'd say the restaurant was busy with many customers or you've been caught up in some sort of activity he doesn't understand, he'd scowl. the next time you are late, the sea becomes violently restless. the waves would slam against the shore, a sign of his displeasure to which you weren't aware of.

he grows jealous of anything that takes your attention from him including your family. if he sees you laughing with a male customer, that customer's boat would suddenly suffer a mysterious tear in its hull the next day.

if your father makes you (even if you willingly) carry heavy stuff, he'd ensure no fish would enter his nets for a week, forcing your family to temporarily close the restaurant. you'd be free from your chores, giving you more time to come near the waters.

he loves marking you as his mate. before you go home, he would drag his wet fingers over your wrists, neck, and collarbones, leaving a faint, shimmering bioluminescent residue. other sea creatures will steer clear of you, recognizing you as a property of their king.

his patience was running thin, his urge to keep you in his arms and claim you was getting to him.

his tipping point was when you mentioned you're leaving to pursue your dream. satoru decided the land is no longer the place for you to stay.

he brings a massive, unnatural storm to the coast. the waves crash violently against the land, every building including the restaurant was completely destroyed right when it was hit. the waves engulfed everything on the island, taking the life of every single human that lives there, except you.

when you were taken by the sea, you expected to drown and choke on salt water. but then you felt yourself wrapped around a pair of firm arms and realized you could breathe.

the waters couldn't touch you unless he allows it. he acts as your literal life support. if you push him away or try to swim to the surface, you wouldn't be able to breathe anymore, forcing you to go back to his arms.

merman!satoru who takes hyou down into a massive, air-filled cavern carved into an underwater home. a surreal, hauntingly beautiful prison. he has filled the place with treasures he had harvested over the years from shipwrecks, and a nest of dry cloths on the farthest corner.

he'd hunt the best fish there is for you to eat. but since there's no way for you to create fire to cook, he'd just clean it up and serve it to you similarly to a sashimi. he'd feed it to you piece by piece, making a purr like sound when you swallow.

mermen doesn't sleep the way humans do. while you rest on the "bed", he'd hover over you, watching your chest and stomach rise and fall. he'd spend hours combing his webbed, clawed fingers through your hair, untangling the knots caused by the saltwater.

he'd also rub his cheek against your neck, transferring his unique pheromones onto your skin so that you'd never be approached by another creature like him.

when you'd cry or beg to go back to your family, he wouldn't get angry. you're just having trouble adapting to your new home so he takes his time trying any way to comfort you til you calm down. if you don't stop though, he'd sing a song as if putting you to sleep then becomes a low hum. it forces your brain to calm down, drugging you into a docile, sleepy state.

it took you a long time to accept your fate. especially when he swam you to the surface to take a look of what had happened to the island.

everything was flushed down by the sea. he watched you wail at the loss of your family and what was once your home. you held onto him because he's the only one left for you, not knowing that he was the cause of it all.

a few months after living with him in his cold palace, the constant exposure to his magic, consuming his saliva when he kisses you, and droplets of his blood he secretly mix into your food, slowly turned you into one of his kind.

your hands formed webs in between your fingers, gills developed right under your ears, and your legs painfully fused until it turned into a fishtail— a mermaid's tail. it definitely freaked you out. he feigned ignorance as to why this was happening to you but he assured you, he'd take good care of you.

your transformation was enough to alter your body to survive the extreme cold temperature and pressure, even without the safe bubble he put in your now home. only when he was sure your body could survive him, he finally coaxes you into mating with him.

through merman!satoru's bites and deep, intoxicating kisses, he introduced a mild numbing venom and essence into your bloodstream.

it wouldn't harm you. instead, it would make your body adapt to him so you wouldn't get hurt during mating. it also acts as an aphrodisiac, making you docile under his touch and submit to him completely.

he held you tight under him, letting his dick out of a slit opening along his lower abdomen. grinding his length that had penetrated your entrance, he stretched you so right.

he moved in and out of you fast enough to make you moan and whisper his name. your fingers dug into the skin of his back but it didn't cut him. it only left dents and scratches that regenerated for mere seconds while his lips kept attacking your lips for kisses.

his tongue tangled with yours and swallowed your moans as you came around him. not long after, he stayed still, filling you up as his base grew bigger, the painful stretch made you cry.

he shushed you with kisses, "i know, my love, i know. just bear with it for a moment." he whispered, licking your tears and held you impossibly closer. you could feel every throb of his dick as he knotted you.

once he was sure you'd bear his child, he finally pulls out. he still held you close as he laid next to you, making purring noises in satisfaction. his tongue soothed the bites he marked on your neck, tasting your blood.

turning you into a mermaid was a lot of work but he's glad it worked. mere humans like you don't live long. your lifespan is a blink of an eye compared to his immortality. but now, it's different.

there's no way for you to return to the human world. you are now forever bound to sea and to him.

merman!satoru no longer has to worry about you dying or escaping him because it would only hurt you in all aspects to be separated from your fated mate. you have no choice but to learn to love him.

extra!: imagine what would've happened if reader has seafood allergies and seafood is all he could provide for you to eat. poor reader dies and stupid merman!satoru couldn't do anything but wail as he holds your dead body :)

[kamislop]

meeting single dad!toji fushiguro at the park / sfw

“yuuji, don’t run too far!”

you barely make it through the gates of the park before the pink haired boy lets go of your hand and runs, swallowed by the swarm of children and adults who look equally as exhausted as you. one thing you’re glad for is the shade granted by the gigantic trees, their leaves covering a good portion of the merciless afternoon sun.

you bring yuuji here every day, it’s the only thing that can tame his insatiable energy, knocking him out cold in a two hour-long nap when you take him back home. mothers and babysitters alike know you by now, or rather, they know yuuji, because the boy is friends with every kid here.

his young and fresh memory is something you do envy sometimes, when he tells you all about the other children he’s played with, calling them by name. you forget them the second after they’ve come out of his mouth.

knowing he’s probably found at least a dozen people to play with, you decide to take a breather, setting the heavy bag with all the essentials for a seven year-old onto the nearest bench. a few of the regular moms spot you and immediately start gravitating towards you before you’re even able to get a sip of water.

“hey hey, did you know he’s here today?” one of them gives you an eager grin, a warm flush blooming on her cheeks. “he’s working out behind the playground, and we can’t even go check him out because it’ll be too obvious!” another one whines, clearly worked up over the mystery man.

“i’m sorry, who?” you finally ask, twisting the cap of your water bottle shut.

“fushiguro, of course!” a third one chirps, and you’re pretty sure her eyes would turn heart-shaped if they could. “oh, but you’ve been bringing little itadori around only for a few weeks, you’ve never seen him, right?”

“well, better go take a look then,” one leans over to whisper, giggling like a highschool girl. “we can check on itadori, you go get your eyes blessed!”

and then they’re walking away just as fast as they had approached you, leaving you with dumbstruck from the confusing conversation. some guy was working out, and that was the talk of the day, apparently.

their words are quickly pushed to the back of your mind when you sling your bag over your shoulder once more and walk closer to the playground, only to leave it among the numerous other bags. there was always someone watching over them, so you felt safe.

but the world was seemingly against you today, because when you go to check on yuuji, you can’t find him— which seems impossible, the damn kid had pink hair!

“yuuji? yuuji!” you start calling, hoping his head would pop out somewhere, maybe out of a slide or a tree. even the other children look around. panic starts settling in your stomach, blood running cold. “yuuji!”

the babysitter next to you runs to her kid to ask her if he’s seen the boy anywhere, and all he does is point in the distance, behind the thick trees. “he says he saw him over there!” she tells you. “want me to come with you to look?”

“n-no, i’ve got it!” you hurriedly shake your head before taking off in that direction. your heart is beating out of your chest, cold sweat gluing a strand of hair to your temple, trickling down the nape of your neck. you run past the trees, calling yuuji’s name desperately until you stumble into a clearing.

you’ve never been on this side of the park, the area completely new to you. there’s gym equipment, and sure enough, a man is doing pull-ups on a bar. was this the guy they were talking about?

the thought is quickly pushed aside as you jog towards him, worry overriding everything else. “excuse me!” you wave your hand to get his attention. “have you seen a little boy? pink hair?”

the man seems to notice you, fingers letting go of the metal bar as he hops to the floor. his jade colored eyes settle on your distressed face, and the scarred side of his mouth quirks up with a smirk. “you mean this little boy?” he nods his chin to the side.

following his gaze, you finally see yuuji. too busy to acknowledge you, his sole focus a boy around his age, with a scruffy head of raven hair and a frow, on his face, nose shoved inside a book. a very weak attempt to get yuuji to leave him alone, by the looks of it.

“oh thank god,” you exhale in relief. the weight of panic lifts off your shoulders, and it feels so good you could cry. “his dad would’ve definitely killed him if anything had happened to him.”

“he’s a little pest, isn’t he?” he jokes with a husky chuckle. “yeah, you don’t know the half of it.”

with a clearer mind, you can allow yourself to take a good look at the man in front of you. dark hair, green eyes, a silver scar cutting down the right side of his lips, and muscles. a whole lot of them. a black compression shirt that looks like it’s seconds away from bursting at its seams stretches across his wide chest, figure slimming down his waist to his hips, gray sweatpants hanging low around the thickening circumference.

“…so the little brat’s your kid?”

your gaze snaps back up to his place, heat blooming underneath your skin like a kid who’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. “w-what? ah…oh, no! yuuji’s not my son,” you wave your hand awkwardly. “he and his dad leave on the same floor as me, and i’m finishing my masters and working a part time job…just doing jin a favor, really.”

“huh,” he muses, eyes dragging down your body much more shamelessly than you, making you flustered by just a look. “could’ve fooled me. i was gonna ask if you were his older sister.”

you giggle, the classic lovestruck, airhead sound girls make when the hottest man they’ve ever seen compliments them. but you’re quick to regain your composure, clearing your throat. “t-thanks, uhm…is that your son?” you try to change the subject.

“uh-huh,” he nods gruffly, turning his head. “that’s megumi. he’s not the sociable kind.”

“i’m so sorry,” your shoulders slump in defeat. “yuuji can be a bit too much, but he’s a great kid.”

“are you kidding? that little boy is the bomb! he asked me if i could bench him earlier.”

“oh god…” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. the man laughs once again, then takes a step in your direction, extending a very large hand. “toji fushiguro,” he introduces himself.

you offer yours, along with your name, and try to ignore the nasty stirring in your belly when his calloused fingers engulf your palm, almost wrapping all the way around it. you’re slightly dazed when he withdraws, just from a handshake.

“yay, you’re here!” yuuji suddenly starts running towards you at full speed, a visibly overwhelmed megumi lazily trailing behind. “this is megumi, he’s my best friend!” he’s jumping up and down now, finger pointing at the other boy. “no i’m not,” he sighs when he’s finally caught up, then looks up at you. “hello.”

“hi,” you beam happily. you open your mouth to speak again, but yuuji cuts you off. “toji-san, toji-san! can you help me show her how i can do pull-ups like you!”

“sure thing, kid. come here,” he beckons him over with his hands, effortlessly picking him up and lifting him until his smaller hands can grip the metal bar. you totally don’t see the way toji’s biceps bulge under the short sleeves of his shirt.

gosh, girl, get ahold of yourself!

once toji is sure yuuji has gotten a safe hold, he lets the boy dangle, yet keeps his hands hovering just shy of his sides in case he needs to catch him. and you really, really wish you could focus on yuuji’s remarkable athleticism, but there’s a six foot something distraction that has your mind wandering far away each time.

“look, look! are you looking? are you looking?” the little boy chirps. you nod, hands clapping to cheer him on. behind him, toji shoots you a knowing grin that makes you bite down on your bottom lip, fighting back a complicit smile of your own.

once yujji is spent and out of breath after his - honestly impressive - number of pull-ups, toji puts him back on the ground. you think he’s gonna tell you he’s finally ready to go back home, but of course, he’s already all over megumi again, yapping away and jumping. a fond smile finds your lips as you watch the two boys, and you don’t even notice toji comind to stand right next to you.

“so…you’ve got plans tonight?”

you’re a bit startled, neck craning to meet his gaze. “i, uhm…n-no, i don’t think so, i just have to ask jin if—”

“nah, don’t you worry ‘bout that. i’m sure he won’t mind watching my brat for once,” he fishes out his phone casually. your brows knit in confusion. “wait, you know him?”

“mhm, old pals,” he hums. “at least now i know i don’t have to ask for your address to come pick you later. how does 7:30 sound?”

“sounds like a date to me.”

┊┊a/n. i saw a video on tiktok of yuuji and toji's jp VAs talking about how toji would likely get along with yuuji, he would act annoyed as hell at first but would probably start missing him after not seeing him for a while LOL it was such a wholesome interaction. also if this post gets a gazillion likes i'll make a part 2

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[sheykspearee]

Stripper!Toji x Accountant!Reader

Irresistible

Summary. Working 9-5, is more stressful and tiring than it sounds, with clients being more demanding and the constant paperwork.

Yeah, don't you think you deserve some sweet treat after a week-long dread?

“How much for a night?”

“I don't fuck customers, sweetheart. ”

contents. toji is a tease, toji can't resist, needy reader, fingering, oral sex(f!receive), dirty talking, dirty dancing, grinding and rubbing, overstimulation, mating press, dacryphilia, praise kink, degradation kink, size difference, belly bulge, squirting, multiple orgasms, aftercare <3

wc. 4.1k

art creds: thatsallitchief on X

“C'monnn, what do you even do in your house on a saturday evening??!” your best friend whined, forcing you, yet again, to go out with her.

“Hmmm let me think… oh I know! I rest! Like what a normal person would after five days of being a work slave” you sarcastically reply, making her pout.

“That's so unfair, we have the same work y'know. You really gotta loosen up. When's the last time you got laid since you broke up with your good-for-nothing, lying, bastard of an ex? Oh I know! 10 months ago!” she counter attacked, prompting you to cross arms and roll your eyes at her.

“If I go with you tonight, are you gonna leave me alone for the next three weeks?”

“Make it two and it's a deal!” She squealed.

You sighed. “Ugh fine. Where do you wanna go anyway?” clasping her hands together at your question, eyes sparkling.

“Before I tell you, promise you won't back out”

She said, squinting her eyes.

“I don't really have a choice now do I. Yeah, fine whatever. Where?”

“There's a newly opened strip club in town. I heard the men are smoking hot. Plus the drinks and food are yum yum too. We shouuuuld check it out” she replied, grinning from ear-to-ear.

“No fucking way. I'd rather sleep” you shrugged.

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“Oh. My. God.” your best friend said, jaw dropped to the floor as she squealed your name like there's a fire. “You look sooooo absolutely hot!!” you can't help but smile at her remarks. It really has been a while since you got ready except for work.

“You're just saying that so I don't stay home” you teased her.

She glared at you and says, “I'd literally fuck you right now”

“Don't threaten me with a good time” you say, biting your lip. Then you two bursted out laughing.

“Thanks babe, I'd fuck you too.” You said, returning her peculiar compliment.

Looking back again in the mirror, you admire yourself. You're wearing a black miniskirt, with a deep plunge top, your cleavage out and about, black tights, and red bottoms to finish the look. “Damn, I do look good” you whisper to yourself. Fixing your hair and makeup one last time.

“You ready, hottie?” your best friend asked.

“Yep, let's get this over with.”

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Loud music entered your senses as you and your best friend walked in the club. You squint your eyes as the lights hit your eyes. It wasn't packed but not empty either, the perfect amount of people for you. “We're lucky, there's literally no people” she said, making you look at her in disbelief but she just laughs anyway.

“Let's get drinks first” you suggested, pointing at the bar.

“Good idea” You guys headed over the stools to sit, waiting for the bartender to take your orders as he fixed someone else's drink.

“Good evening ladies, what can I get for you?” the bartender finally walked up in front of you.

“I'll have a martini, please” you say, giving the bartender a slight smile.

“What about you, miss?” he asked, turning to your friend.

“Cosmopolitan for me!” she exclaimed.

“Impeccable taste, ladies. I'll get it done in 3 minutes” the bartender said as he started to make your drinks.

“This is a strip club, right?” you ask, looking around.

“That's what I told you, yeah” your friend bluntly responded.

“I don't see any of those men” you say, not intending to sound disappointed.

“Ooohh someone's hungry for some good ol' dick I see” she teased, nudging her elbows at your side. “I think they'll come out in a bit, don't worry.”

“I'm not hungry for some dick. I just expected them to be dancing on that stage like right now.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you sayyy” her tone sounding mischievous.

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After a few laughs while you two finished your drinks, the stage lit up in red light, matching the red background, white spot lights moving around, and the lively music got switched to a sexy one.

“Oh my god, here they come!!” the girl beside you yelped as she stood from the stool, dragging you to sit in front of the stage.

You sat on the left side of the stage, as the other people occupied the other ones with a better view. Making your best friend pout. “Damn it, we literally got the worst seat. I bet the men in front would be the hottest” she said, shaking her head as you hummed in response.

Or so you thought.

Once the men came out, the one in front of you got your mouth watering. They were all shirtless but he's so distinct. His physique is unbelievably human. He's tall, biceps looking like it can crush your skull, his abs sculpted, big chest, and you can tell his legs are just as big as the rest of him, because his pants are clinging ever so tightly.

Oh, and that fucking face. Green eyes glowing in contrast to the red background as the white party lights hit his face. The visible scar on his lip, making him even more sexy.

You pressed your legs together, silently whimpering only you can hear. “What a man” you mutter to your friend, eyes glued to him.

“Damn, you got your target already. Not my type tho, he's too big for me. I like slanky ones. I'mma go there, you stay here with your man.” she said, pointing at the other man.

“What? No don't leave m—” And she did, leaving you alone on that section of the stage. You smiled a bit at the thought of him being all “yours”.

Once they got into their formation, they started to dance. Their bodies move in rhythm with the music. People started to throw money on stage. Some whistled and shouted, “Take it all off!”

Your eyes, still glued to the man. As he got closer to you, still moving his body to the music, his eyes bore into yours. You panicked and looked away. “You getting all shy on me now, doll? After looking at me like you'll eat me whole?” your eyes snap back, glaring at him. He let out a deep chuckle, making your pussy throb.

“Hmm you got wet, didn't cha?” he said, as he got off stage, along with the other men. The people absolutely loving it, making them squeal like a bunch of teenagers seeing their crushes. Some grinded on them, as they put money in the men's pockets.

“What the fuck? You don't say that to a woman” you said while raising an eye brow

“I know, but we're in a strip club aren't we? And ‘yer obviously enjoying the view as we speak” he said, grinning, your body tensing when he finally got in front of you. His body, rolling to the music, causes his muscles to flex in every movement he executes. “I'll stop if you don't throw me some money” he coos.

You immediately reached for your wallet in your bag, grabbing a few paper bills and handing it to him. “Put it in my pocket” he says, as he grinds his upper body on you, making you feel so small by how massive he is. You put the money in both of his pockets, earning a smile from him. Your heart skipped a beat at his gesture.

“The name's Toji. What ‘bout you, doll?” He said, going behind you, rubbing his toned front on your cold back. You hissed a little from the sudden feeling of warmth from his body, turning your head to look as you told him your name. “Hmm pretty name for a pretty girl”

A few more minutes, then the music stopped. The men halted their dancing. The people groaned and complained for more. Which you did too, internally, at least. Some men stayed on the tables, mingling with the customers, while some went backstage. “Time's up” he said, clicking his tongue.

Toji was about to walk out, but he stopped his tracks when you said, “How much for a night?”

He turned his head to look at you, smirking the fuck out, his scar rising on his face. “I don't fuck customers, sweetheart” Your brows frowned at his response.

“Why not?” you try to sound composed, in which you failed.

He walked back, now standing in front of you. “Cuz I'm a stripper and not a prostitute” he said, tilting his head as his eyes stared deeply into yours.

“Hmm fair enough” you got up from your seat, and straightened yourself. Your face meeting his pecs. Toji backed up a little. “Have a good night, then” you finally say, walking away from him, finding your best friend.

He stayed in his place, his eyes following your figure moving along the crowd, denying the fact that his cock got hard at the sight of you. Toji shook his head and turned his heel as he walked backstage.

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You've been searching the whole place for your best friend, but she's nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, your phone chimed.

twin <3 : hey babes, sorry for running on you. I didn't wanna disturb you since it looked like you were having the best time of your life ;)) I'm ‘bout to have some myself. love you, be careful! ♡

You sighed at her message and exited the club to find a taxi.

You walked along the road, the city still alive. Lights flickering on shops, people all dressed up for night out, having the best time of their lives. You sneered at yourself, remembering the embarrassing moment.

You spotted a taxi. You signal the driver as you wait on the road side.

Unexpectedly, before the taxi could even park in front of you, a man held your arm from behind. You quickly turn your body to face him, ready to throw some hands. But– “Toji?”

“Fuck, how the hell did you get so far already?” he said, his chest panting from running. He then went to the taxi driver and apologized for being called, handing a 10 dollar bill. The driver only scoffed.

“Okay, what the fuck is happening?” you ask him, aggravated.

“Your place.”

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“Ahhh f-fuckk!” his fingers slid and moved past your panties. Your back against the front door, holding on dearly to his shoulders, your other leg held up by his arm, as he fucks you with his thick digits.

“You're taking my fingers so good, doll. Gotta make sure ‘yer all nice and ready to take my cock, hmm?” he coos, looking down at your whimpering figure. Rubbing his bulge against your leg.

Everything happened all too fast. After giving him your address, the ride was quiet. Toji's eyes glanced at your exposed chest and thighs every now and then, as you nibbled on your lower lip, contemplating whether this situation is a good idea or not. But one thing's for sure.

You need to get fucked.

By him.

“Aughh r-right there!” his finger curled inside your walls, making you arch your back.

“Yeahh? You gonna cum for me, baby?” he said with a grin, then smashed his lips into yours. You nodded your head as you kiss each other desperately. His fingers go iiiin and ouuut of you so easily, making his pace even faster.

“Hmmpp!” you moaned in his mouth, feeling your stomach tighten at the long lost familiar feeling. You held his face and pulled away from the kiss, “T-tojiii I'm gonna— ohh fuckkkk” you cry out, reaching your orgasm.

He bit his lip at the sight of you— mouth in a silent o, chest rising and falling, your eyes going to the back of your head, and your nails digging on his shoulders which will likely leave marks. “Good girl. Let it all out, baby” Toji encourages you, causing your orgasm to last longer.

This is the feeling you've been desperately aching for. No matter what facade you put on, acting like you're not touch deprived. Deep inside, you've been tired of just touching yourself.

“You all right, doll?”

Your eyes fix themselves and look into his green ones. “Y-yeah. I'm fine, it's just that it's been a while since I last— ah!” your words got cut off when he flashed you a grin. His other arm held onto your standing leg, making you straddle his waist.

“Where's your room?” he asked, tightening his hold on you, your chests pressed together. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into his ear, biting it.

“Upstairs, first door on the left.” he hummed as he took heavy and quick steps towards your bedroom. Your mouth moves from Toji's ear to his jaw, giving him soft kisses.

As you take your sweet time kissing his face, you didn't even notice him open the door. Toji slammed both of your bodies onto your soft mattress, his massive body caging you as you're helplessly underneath him. “Look at you, so fucking needy for me. Did ‘ya instantly get wet when you saw me on that stage?”

“Urgh, just fuck me already” your tone sounding infuriated. He chuckled.

“Answer my question first. C'mon, let me hear you say it” you look at him with annoyance.

“Well… y-yeah” you say to him, your eyes avoiding his stare.

“Theeeeeere you go. Besides, a pretty doll like you ain't taking my cock unless I have a taste first.” Toji's hands quickly yanked your top off, releasing your breasts making them bounce off. His eyes glimmer at the sight, mouth going to your boob as if there's magnet to it. Your other boob's not left neglected, toji's hand massaged it, feeling his calloused fingers rub against your soft skin. His mouth goes back and forth on your boobs. Tongue licking your nipple and slightly biting it, provoking you to yelp from the pleasurable pain.

He lowers his mouth to your sternum, eyes locking with yours as he makes his way all the way dooooown. Toji stopped when he came face to face with your clothed cunt. You closed your legs, feeling embarrassed.

“Open up, baby. Let me see you” Toji's hands grabbed both your thighs, parting your legs apart. You then shivered when you felt his breath on your cunt. He smirked when you tensed up, hooking his fingers on your lace panties and taking them off nice and slow. “Eaaaasy baby, I'm not gonna eat you— That's what I'd say if I was lying” he said as he dove right in.

“Mnghhh! ” your hand grabbed his hair when the flat of his tongue lapped up and down your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, doll. You taste so fucking sweet” he says pulling his majestic face away, slightly. Then, both of his hands grabbed the back of your knee and pressed them into your body, exposing your pussy more for all his glory, giving him a nice view of how you clench around nothing. He grunted at the sight as he went back for more.

His tongue circles your puffy clit begging for attention. “T-tojii ahhh!” you cry out when he sucked it.

“Mhmm sho fucking goood” he babbled against your pussy, his eyes never leaving yours. The lewd sounds of licking and slurping echo around your bedroom as he eats you like a man starved for five years. He slides in a finger, continuing to nibble on your clit.

“S-shittt yes! Feels so good— ‘ji ahh” this might just be heaven. Toji adds another finger in, making you completely lose your damn mind. Your legs shake as you can feel your climax build up, for the second time. He curled his fingers inside you again and again, his mouth still glued to your clit as you finally reached your high. ‘Ohhhh! Keep goingggg”, your hips buck around his face, as he licks up every drop of your sweet juices.

Your body calms when he moves away from your pussy, sitting up on his knees. Not long enough, when his thumb rubbed with your now sensitive nub. You flinched when he pressed harder as he drew circles. “T-too muchhh!” you sobbed, eyes watering from overstimulation. Your quivering legs quickly shut, but his hand is still on your pussy. He continued to torture your clit, urging you to cry. “P-pleaseee no more” you whimpered, fighting the strength of his hand.

With a satisfied sneer on his face, he lets go of you. “You're already such a fucking mess and you haven't even seen my cock yet” he shakes his head teasingly, his unused thumb wipe away your tears. He leaned into your body, catching your trembling lips. The kiss he's giving you this time is soft, as if he's soothing your exhausted body.

Your hand reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it. Toji took the signal and removed his shirt. Your hands explore every crevice of his upper body. When he pulled away from the kiss, you admired the perfect body on top of you. It's not the first time you saw him shirtless, but fuck. He looks so much hotter right now. A drool shamelessly escaped the corner of your mouth.

“Awww ‘yer drooling, doll. Like what you see?” he snickered, while wiping it off.

“I want you inside me, toji. Need your dick fill me up. Please.” Your eyes look at him in pure desperation, hand moving down from his abs to his bulge being covered still by his tight pants.

“Shiiit, baby.” his head lulled back at your touch. Toji stood up and began to strip off. He removed his pants along with his boxers. Your eyes widen. What you didn't prepare for is that one hell of a monster between his legs. Thick, long, and heavy. It even swung when he walked back to the bed. Your expression earned a smug smirk from him.

“No fucking way that's real. You got it done, didn't you? Be honest” you blurted out, eyes still opened wide.

Toji laughed hysterically at your comment, getting on bed and walking with his knees, and positioned himself between your legs. “Fuck you mean I got it done? This is all organic, doll” he says, whilst providing himself a stroke. His tip is glistening with beads of precum, all red and puffy. You licked your bottom lip and reached for his cock, making it throb. Toji hisses at your touch.

“It's so big,” you big your lip. “I don't know if it can fit,” you hesitantly say to the man.

“Oh sweetheart. ‘Course it'll fit. I'll stretch you nice and good, make you feel just how fucking real my cock is” He placed his tip at your entrance and rubbed it on your clit. You both moaned in unison. He leaned down your body and kissed your forehead.

“Hold onto me, baby. ” He says, aligning his length to your hole. You wrap your arms around him, as his face rests on the crook of your neck.

“Oh fuckkkk!!” you yelped, when he finally entered you. Although he slid in pretty easily from your slick, it still hurt ‘cus of how big he is.

“Fuck, you're tight, ” he hissed on your neck. “Easy now. Relax for me” he starts to penetrate his cock into yours, going in and out. A few strokes and the pain is completely replaced by pleasure.

“Mnghhh— feels good now, toji” your nails scratch his back. With your words, he pounds into you at a quickened pace.

“That's fuuuucking it. There you go, doll. ‘Yer taking me so fucking good” he praises you. “Holy fuck you got even more wet. You like being praised, huh? How ‘bout I call you a slut? ‘Cus that's what you are, aren't you? Throwing yourself at me like a fucking whore in heat.” you moaned at his words, mind scrambled. The praise and degradation riling you up. Completely dumb fucked.

“D-deeper tojiii” you whimper against his neck.

“Deeper, huh?” and god, you wish the words didn't come out of your mouth. Because his hands grab the back of your thighs, and pressed them on your upper body, as he throws himself over, making you feel all his weight. Forcing you in a mating press, folding you in half.

“A-ahhh!” you cry out, as you feel him reach a spot that had you seeing stars. Toji's tip is kissing your sweet sweet spot in every thrust. Your boobs bouncing in every move he gives you.

“Oh yeeeahhh. Feel how deep I am now, baby?” he looks at you, grinning like a motherfucker. His hand presses on your lower tummy, “Look. That's how—fuck! nghh deep I am in you, doll” he says looking down, making you do so too. You notice an evident bulge make its mark on your tummy in every thrust.

He's pounding into you so deep, his balls clap against your ass. You're both a moaning mess. He groans your name as he fucks your pussy relentlessly. A white ring forming on his base from your mixed juices.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me” Toji says, as he kisses your lips sweetly— completely in contrast by how mean he's going to your other lip.

You feel a knot in your stomach. “Mhmmpp,” you broke away from the kiss. “T-toji I'm c-close— ahh! Keep going!” he continues to pound into you. A few more of those and then you came undone. Legs shaking, your pussy dripping from your slick, your hands tugging on his hair, as you orgasm. You moaned and moaned and moaned. Which he did, in return. Your name came out like a sweet melody from his mouth.

“F-fuckk. I'm close, baby. Don't you give up on me— ahh take me” his brows furrowed, trying to chase his high.

“Shit shitttt. Toji I feel like I'm gonna pee— stopppp” you cry out. He didn't listen and proceeded to reach his orgasm.

“Mnghhh, ‘s okay. Let it out, baby. Put on a show f'me.” not taking you seriously, he even starts to rub your perked clit with his thumb. You couldn't hold it in—

“Fuuuuuuckkk!! Tojiiii” you shrieked, squirting on his stomach. Your eyes are spilling tears from the overwhelming pleasure. Not long, the sight helped him cum.

“Ohhhh fuck.” He grunted, finally reaching his orgasm. His cum shoots, warming up your insides, some spilling out. He stopped his movements and looked down at you, before pulling his cock out. Upon laying his eyes on you, he couldn't help but smile. “Look at the mess you made. You did so good for me, doll” he kissed your lips.

Your body is totally worn out. You can't even speak, or think straight. He finally got up and asked, “You got any towels here?” his voice sweet.

“Mhmm bathroom” you say, his head nodding in response. After a while, he came back with a towel. He cleaned himself up prior as you can tell by how the glisten on his stomach is gone, as well as the mess on his cock and thighs. Toji reached over to wipe you down with the damp cloth. You yelped when he ran over your pussy, still overstimulated. He chuckled.

“My bad, sweetheart. Damn, you okay?” he asks, now concerned.

“You fucking with me?” you retort, while scoffing.

“I mean, I just did. Hard and good too, mind you.” he continues to tease you. You didn't have any more energy left in you, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tossed the towel somewhere on the floor before going to bed and lay down with you.

"Thought you didn't fuck customers"

"Hmm you weren't in the club when I approached you, doesn't make 'ya a customer" he bluntly replied, shrugging his shoulders.

His hands slip on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your back pressed against his chest. Once you feel his warmth creep onto yours, you melt away and drift to sleep.

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You got woken up by the sunlight blinding your eye. Your body is sore. Especially between your legs. You look over your side, hoping to find the one hell of a man.

But, you are left all alone on your bed. You grunted and laid flat on your back. “Shit” you muttered to yourself. After mustering all your strength, you finally got up. As you stood by the bed, you saw a piece of paper on your bed side table.

Hey doll, last night was amaaazing ;) Unfortunately, I have to leave early. My babysitter is threatening me that he'll cut my head off if I don't come home right this instant. Nice house btw.

His number was written at the back with a matching “Call me if you want ;))”

You sighed and crumpled the paper, throwing it in your bin. “Yeah, as if. This will never fucking happen again” you say to yourself.

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I took down my first post, cus I thought it'd be better to just include the smut lmao.

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