[xolunee]

🫐☁️ 𝓈ℴ𝒻𝓉 𝓂ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈, 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓃ℴ𝒸ℯ𝓃𝓉. ☆

she/her · est. ’25

𝓜asterlists ⟶ 01: bakugou · 02: jujutsu kaisen

𝓛atest ⟶ mothers day with kento sukuna loves how vocal you get riding him

© xolunee. All works belong to @xolunee. Do not copy, repost, plagiarize, translate, or modify my writing on any platform.

[xolunee]

You guys I need ur help finding a fanfics.

1. A dabi and a black reader and the relationship was very toxic and I’m pretty sure at the end of the chapter he like goes to jail or whatever and the reader doesn’t bail him out and she’s just like I know my worth because they keep going back to each other, even though it’s bad and there’s one scene I remember vividly where reader was getting her nails and hair done and he was like paying for it but I don’t know like what the fic was called, but I think it was on an website called quotev and the reader was a stripper?

(Smut, angst?, and toxic)

2. Dabi and the reader was like this quiet girl who worked in a library, but she was in school and he came in and introduced himself and said he was new to town and he would visit her at the library until he had the courage to ask her out and then they went to the movies and try to do stuff, but then he stopped it and then they were in his car and then the reader was like please like I can handle it (ifykyk)

(Smut, slow burn?)

PLEASE if you know what I’m talking about , message me, tag me idc i just need to know if they’re actually out there. thanks!!

[luv2decay]

I'm SICK and TIRED of the Kento Nanami mischaracterization.

(Now playing, "Sweet" - Cigarettes After Sex)

(MDNI! Lots of nsfw/sex talk, Husband!Nanami, fluff, comfort(?), smut, short drabble, Reader is heavily implied fem, pregnancy talk, I suppose? Just soft sex with Nanami.)

Kento Nanami does not fuck.

This man is not coming home after a hard day at work and "fucking the shit out of you." Half the time, he can barely get the dinner you made him in his stomach before he's crashing.

This man is not getting off on being called daddy. Or spanking you while calling you his "good little girl."

Nanami views the idea of coming home to you as the only good thing about leaving in the first place. So when he does come back home to you, he expects softness. Comfort. Not lust.

Nanami isn't a lustful man. This isn't to say he doesn't like sex. He adores it. With the right person, of course. But it's not something he does for his own greed. Kento does not fuck. He makes love.

As cheesy as he knows he'd sound if he ever said it out loud, it's the only descriptive that's ever felt right to him. Nanami doesn't want to grab you by your legs and pin you to the wall and "fuck" you. That sounds aggressive, degrading. As if his spouse, his love, his reason for coming home at all, was something to be used.

Nanami pours all of his love into having sex with you. (Literally and figuratively)

He's not grabbing your chin and spitting into your mouth. He's interlocking your fingers, his lips ghosting over yours as his forehead rests against your own.

He's not saying "look at this pretty fuckin' thing..." while admiring the way your cunt clenches around him. He's saying, "You're so pretty... my angel.." while looking into your teary eyes.

Yes, Nanami is Cumming inside of you. But it's not because he wants to "claim" you or prove he "owns" you. But because he wishes to one day start a family with you. A real family. With the love of his life.

This man isn't rolling over and falling asleep on the opposite side of the bed after sex. Nanami cleans you up as if the touch of water on its own will make you disintegrate like cotton candy. He wraps you up in his big arms, knowing there's not a single place on earth you could be safer. He's kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back as you both fall asleep.

《A/N: stop headcannoning Nanami as some weird lowk abusive freaky BDSM husband 🙏 SUKUNA IS RIGHT THERE.》

[xolunee]

PREACH but sometimes I do go for that type of vibe from Nanami but it’s not natural knowing his nature

[xolunee]

᭡୧ spending Mother’s Day with your family

established relationship - married • pairings: nanami x reader

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, warm and uncharacteristically still. Usually, Sunday mornings were a whirlwind of giggles and small feet thundering across the floorboards, but today, the house was a sanctuary of silence. You stretched, feeling the cool sheets of the empty side of the bed, basking in the rare luxury of sleeping in.

Turning your head, you found a vibrant bouquet of peonies resting on your nightstand. Tucked into the blooms was a card covered in chaotic, colorful crayon scribbles and a generous amount of glitter.

"Ken?" you called out, your voice thick with sleep and curiosity.

The door creaked open, and the rich aroma of fresh coffee and buttered toast drifted in. Kento entered first, looking effortlessly handsome even in his casual loungewear, balancing a tray with practiced grace. Behind him, Rei and Hana scurried in like little shadows, their faces bright with the excitement of a successful surprise.

"Happy Mother’s Day, darling," Kento murmured, setting the tray down carefully on your lap.

"You stayed in bed!" Rei cheered, scrambling up to tuck herself under your arm. "Papa said we had to be extra quiet so you could have sweet dreams."

"Did you really make all of this?" you asked, looking from the perfectly poached eggs to the hand-drawn card. You pulled both girls into a tight hug, kissing the tops of their heads. "Thank you, my sweet girls. This is the best surprise I've ever woken up to."

Hana beamed, holding up a handmade macaroni necklace. "I picked the goldest noodles for you, Mama!"

"It’s beautiful, Hana. I'm going to wear it all day," you promised, your heart swelling. You looked up at Kento, who was watching the three of you with a look of pure, unadulterated devotion. "And thank you, Ken. I know you probably had to wrangle them to keep the kitchen from exploding."

"It was a coordinated effort," Kento said, a rare, soft smile tugging at his lips. He leaned down, and this time, you met him halfway. You reached up, cupping his jaw as you pulled him into a slow, lingering kiss on the lips. It tasted like coffee and home.

"I love you," you whispered against his mouth.

"I love you more," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "Breakfast in bed was the girls' executive decision, but I’ve handled the logistics for the rest of the day. Get ready whenever you're comfortable. We have a full afternoon ahead."

The afternoon transitioned into a breezy brunch at a garden bistro, where the girls behaved remarkably well, mostly because Kento kept them occupied with stories so you could actually eat your meal while it was hot. Afterward, he led the way to your favorite shopping district.

"Anything you want," Kento stated simply, holding the door open for you. "Don't look at the tags. Today is about your comfort and your joy."

Rei and Hana acted as your personal and very enthusiastic stylists. "Mama, look! Sparkles!" Hana would squeal, dragging a sequined hanger toward you, while Rei held up a pair of shoes twice your size with a serious nod of approval. Kento followed behind, acting as the stoic pack mule for every bag, his gaze warm as he watched you laugh with them.

By the time you headed back to the car, the sun was dipping low, painting the sky in bruises of violet and gold. The interior of the car was peaceful; in the backseat, Rei and Hana were slumped against each other, fast asleep and exhausted from their day of working as shoppers.

Kento reached over the center console, his large hand covering yours and his thumb tracing circles over your wedding ring. You squeezed back, leaning your head against the headrest, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

"Thank you for today. It was very special." you whispered, watching his profile in the dim light.

"It’s my pleasure. Seeing you happy is the only thing that matters to me," he replied, his voice steady and filled with absolute certainty. "It was a perfect day."

tags: @kunacakes @starspenxcie @sankatchu @creampiedby @lilikoiyu @sacratiti @kikichoo @cinna-creme @kkunai @dovewhisper @sweetieelilii

[xolunee]

᭡୧ spending Mother’s Day with your family

established relationship - married • pairings: nanami x reader

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, warm and uncharacteristically still. Usually, Sunday mornings were a whirlwind of giggles and small feet thundering across the floorboards, but today, the house was a sanctuary of silence. You stretched, feeling the cool sheets of the empty side of the bed, basking in the rare luxury of sleeping in.

Turning your head, you found a vibrant bouquet of peonies resting on your nightstand. Tucked into the blooms was a card covered in chaotic, colorful crayon scribbles and a generous amount of glitter.

"Ken?" you called out, your voice thick with sleep and curiosity.

The door creaked open, and the rich aroma of fresh coffee and buttered toast drifted in. Kento entered first, looking effortlessly handsome even in his casual loungewear, balancing a tray with practiced grace. Behind him, Rei and Hana scurried in like little shadows, their faces bright with the excitement of a successful surprise.

"Happy Mother’s Day, darling," Kento murmured, setting the tray down carefully on your lap.

"You stayed in bed!" Rei cheered, scrambling up to tuck herself under your arm. "Papa said we had to be extra quiet so you could have sweet dreams."

"Did you really make all of this?" you asked, looking from the perfectly poached eggs to the hand-drawn card. You pulled both girls into a tight hug, kissing the tops of their heads. "Thank you, my sweet girls. This is the best surprise I've ever woken up to."

Hana beamed, holding up a handmade macaroni necklace. "I picked the goldest noodles for you, Mama!"

"It’s beautiful, Hana. I'm going to wear it all day," you promised, your heart swelling. You looked up at Kento, who was watching the three of you with a look of pure, unadulterated devotion. "And thank you, Ken. I know you probably had to wrangle them to keep the kitchen from exploding."

"It was a coordinated effort," Kento said, a rare, soft smile tugging at his lips. He leaned down, and this time, you met him halfway. You reached up, cupping his jaw as you pulled him into a slow, lingering kiss on the lips. It tasted like coffee and home.

"I love you," you whispered against his mouth.

"I love you more," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "Breakfast in bed was the girls' executive decision, but I’ve handled the logistics for the rest of the day. Get ready whenever you're comfortable. We have a full afternoon ahead."

The afternoon transitioned into a breezy brunch at a garden bistro, where the girls behaved remarkably well, mostly because Kento kept them occupied with stories so you could actually eat your meal while it was hot. Afterward, he led the way to your favorite shopping district.

"Anything you want," Kento stated simply, holding the door open for you. "Don't look at the tags. Today is about your comfort and your joy."

Rei and Hana acted as your personal and very enthusiastic stylists. "Mama, look! Sparkles!" Hana would squeal, dragging a sequined hanger toward you, while Rei held up a pair of shoes twice your size with a serious nod of approval. Kento followed behind, acting as the stoic pack mule for every bag, his gaze warm as he watched you laugh with them.

By the time you headed back to the car, the sun was dipping low, painting the sky in bruises of violet and gold. The interior of the car was peaceful; in the backseat, Rei and Hana were slumped against each other, fast asleep and exhausted from their day of working as shoppers.

Kento reached over the center console, his large hand covering yours and his thumb tracing circles over your wedding ring. You squeezed back, leaning your head against the headrest, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

"Thank you for today. It was very special." you whispered, watching his profile in the dim light.

"It’s my pleasure. Seeing you happy is the only thing that matters to me," he replied, his voice steady and filled with absolute certainty. "It was a perfect day."

tags: @kunacakes @starspenxcie @sankatchu @creampiedby @lilikoiyu @sacratiti @kikichoo @cinna-creme @kkunai @dovewhisper @sweetieelilii

[deeversuswords]

[xolunee]

᭡୧ sukuna loves how vocal you get when riding him

You’ve been dating sukuna close to a year now and have done every possible intimate thing but if there’s one thing he can’t get over, is how much he loves hearing your moans and whimpers when you’re riding him but you can’t help but feel embarrassed.

Sukuna bit down on your lip, giving it a small tug before slipping his tongue past. Your hands ran through his chest as you pulled away to sit up straight.

A rush from your core surged as you slowly got up before slamming down into his cock. “Kuna!” You moaned. You continued thrusting up and down with full force as your eyes welled with tears and your body warming up. You repeated this motion, screaming his name as his climax closes in.

“S-sh-shit.” He growled. You leaned over and buried your face in his chest, fighting the urge to prevent another moan from slipping out.

“Y/n.” One hand gripped your ass as the other tugged on your hair to peer up at him. “Who’s got you wet right now?” His dominance was overpowering. You couldn’t look away from his piercing vibrant red.

“K-kuna..!” His cock thickened inside of you. “Kuna!” Your nails dug harder into his arms. His brows furrowed from the pain but didn’t stop teasing you.

“I can’t really hear you, I’m gonna need you to be louder.”

“Y-you.” You sat back up, eyes fluttered shut as his hand ran over your chest, feeling the warmth all throughout your body. “f-fuck I’m g-gonna come.” Sukuna took this as an opportunity to be in control. He thrusted his hip fast and hard against you. His cock penetrating your clit deeply. At this point, your mind went blank.

“Kuna..” you moaned. A low rumble sound from his chest. “Kuna!” You moaned slightly louder, drawing out a soft growl from him. “Right there” you gripped his hair tightly as you started to pant faster. He gripped your ass harder as he felt your clit pulsing around him.

“Kunaaa!” you screamed as your sex gave way to a rush of euphoria, white come all over you. Your body trembled in his hand as you got off and rolled over to his side slightly to catch your breath.

[xolunee]

᭡୧ sukuna loves how vocal you get when riding him

You’ve been dating sukuna close to a year now and have done every possible intimate thing but if there’s one thing he can’t get over, is how much he loves hearing your moans and whimpers when you’re riding him but you can’t help but feel embarrassed.

Sukuna bit down on your lip, giving it a small tug before slipping his tongue past. Your hands ran through his chest as you pulled away to sit up straight.

A rush from your core surged as you slowly got up before slamming down into his cock. “Kuna!” You moaned. You continued thrusting up and down with full force as your eyes welled with tears and your body warming up. You repeated this motion, screaming his name as his climax closes in.

“S-sh-shit.” He growled. You leaned over and buried your face in his chest, fighting the urge to prevent another moan from slipping out.

“Y/n.” One hand gripped your ass as the other tugged on your hair to peer up at him. “Who’s got you wet right now?” His dominance was overpowering. You couldn’t look away from his piercing vibrant red.

“K-kuna..!” His cock thickened inside of you. “Kuna!” Your nails dug harder into his arms. His brows furrowed from the pain but didn’t stop teasing you.

“I can’t really hear you, I’m gonna need you to be louder.”

“Y-you.” You sat back up, eyes fluttered shut as his hand ran over your chest, feeling the warmth all throughout your body. “f-fuck I’m g-gonna come.” Sukuna took this as an opportunity to be in control. He thrusted his hip fast and hard against you. His cock penetrating your clit deeply. At this point, your mind went blank.

“Kuna..” you moaned. A low rumble sound from his chest. “Kuna!” You moaned slightly louder, drawing out a soft growl from him. “Right there” you gripped his hair tightly as you started to pant faster. He gripped your ass harder as he felt your clit pulsing around him.

“Kunaaa!” you screamed as your sex gave way to a rush of euphoria, white come all over you. Your body trembled in his hand as you got off and rolled over to his side slightly to catch your breath.

[xolunee]

🫐☁️ 𝓈ℴ𝒻𝓉 𝓂ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈, 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓃ℴ𝒸ℯ𝓃𝓉. ☆

she/her · est. ’25

𝓜asterlists ⟶ 01: bakugou · 02: jujutsu kaisen

𝓛atest ⟶ bakugou gets a haircut

© xolunee. All works belong to @xolunee. Do not copy, repost, plagiarize, translate, or modify my writing on any platform.

[xolunee]

NEW THEME + LAYOUT!!

[xolunee]

bakugou gets his hair cut and gets your reaction (spoiler: you love it!!)

a/n: I came up with this during my stats class 😭

Katsuki never gets his hair cut, but you insisted this time because it was getting messy. You were starting to regret that decision.

You were in the class lounge sitting on the kitchen island, biting your nails nervously.

“wait Mina I’m actually scared.”

“What if it looks bad? I won’t be able to look at him the same.”

You dramatically placed a had on your face.

“Girl bye it’ll be okay. Hair grows”

“Oh please when kiri cut his hair, you were upset.”

“okay but that’s because it was too short but it wasn’t bad.”

“Right…it’s not like you called him—“ she paused, smirking, “whatever that comparison was.”

You both laughed.

As you continued chatting, you heard the door open.

Your head turned and saw it was kiri

“Omg kiri is it bad. Do i need to prepare myself”

He shined a toothy grin

“Don’t worry I honestly think you’ll like it.”

After followed bakugou who walked in.

He had a low taper fade, his spikes tamed and nicely cut. He looked goooddd

You ran to him and jumped up—showering him with kisses

“What’s with you woman?”

he scrunched his face as he held you close, preventing you from sliding down

“You look so handsome baby!”

“Tsk it’s nothing special. Just fixed my hair a bit”

Mina and kiri were watching you as she shared a snarky comment

“Looks like y/n likes it. Funny how she was scared that you would be ugly.”

she laughs.

You snapped your head up and glared before grabbing his hand and leading him to your room.

“Why are we here?” he asked, sounding suspicious.

“What? Can’t take my boyfriend to my room.”

He watched you carefully, like he was trying to figure something out.

The rest of the time, you were all over him. When he laid on your bed, you peppered his face with kisses. When he went to the bathroom to fix his hair after you messed it up, you sat on the counter, just admiring him. The whole day, you were basically glued to him.

Later that night, you went to his room while he was doing homework and climbed onto his lap, kissing him.

“You’ve been all over me today.” He said with small chuckle, kissing you back.

“Idk I’m just really digging this style on you. You should get it more often.”

You smiled into the kiss as he forgot all about the homework in front of him. His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers tangled in his hair.

He pulled away slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Guess I found my new signature look.”

[xolunee]

bakugou gets his hair cut and gets your reaction (spoiler: you love it!!)

a/n: I came up with this during my stats class 😭

Katsuki never gets his hair cut, but you insisted this time because it was getting messy. You were starting to regret that decision.

You were in the class lounge sitting on the kitchen island, biting your nails nervously.

“wait Mina I’m actually scared.”

“What if it looks bad? I won’t be able to look at him the same.”

You dramatically placed a had on your face.

“Girl bye it’ll be okay. Hair grows”

“Oh please when kiri cut his hair, you were upset.”

“okay but that’s because it was too short but it wasn’t bad.”

“Right…it’s not like you called him—“ you paused, smirking, “whatever that comparison was.”

You both laughed.

As you continued chatting, you heard the door open.

Your head turned and saw it was kiri

“Omg kiri is it bad. Do i need to prepare myself”

He shined a toothy grin

“Don’t worry I honestly think you’ll like it.”

After followed bakugou who walked in.

He had a low taper fade, his spikes tamed and nicely cut. He looked goooddd

You ran to him and jumped up—showering him with kisses

“What’s with you woman?”

he scrunched his face as he held you close, preventing you from sliding down

“You look so handsome baby!”

“Tsk it’s nothing special. Just fixed my hair a bit”

Mina and kiri were watching you as she shared a snarky comment

“Looks like y/n likes it. Funny how she was scared that you would be ugly.”

she laughs.

You snapped your head up and glared before grabbing his hand and leading him to your room.

“Why are we here?” he asked, sounding suspicious.

“What? Can’t take my boyfriend to my room.”

He watched you carefully, like he was trying to figure something out.

The rest of the time, you were all over him. When he laid on your bed, you peppered his face with kisses. When he went to the bathroom to fix his hair after you messed it up, you sat on the counter, just admiring him. The whole day, you were basically glued to him.

Later that night, you went to his room while he was doing homework and climbed onto his lap, kissing him.

“You’ve been all over me today.” He said with small chuckle, kissing you back.

“Idk I’m just really digging this style on you. You should get it more often.”

You smiled into the kiss as he forgot all about the homework in front of him. His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers tangled in his hair.

He pulled away slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Guess I found my new signature look.”

[xolunee]

When I thought I could outsmart akinator by being niche but it was in fact smarter than me

(got yukari from my fave anime-paradise kiss and the main character of classroom of the elite)

[xolunee]

I wish for more dilf stories

who in mind are you thinking?

[xolunee]

Daddy Likes Club Girls

Synopsis. You work at a strip club to pay for school but who knew, you’d run into your neighbor Toji? Would you fuck this DILF? Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x reader. Content. slut shaming, consumption of alcohol, explicit language, stretching, tummy buIges, cervíx smooches, sIight degradation, MANHANDLlNG, tension, overstímulation, foIding, making you CRY, rough s, he’s MEAN, creampíes,

The hot pink and purple stage lights bounced throughout the club as you made your way to the stage. You wore a leopard jumpsuit with a slit down the middle, revealing your baby pink lace bra, paired with matching heels.

The song “Streets” by Doja Cat echoed through the speakers as all eyes turned to you, cueing you to start.

You started off slow, walking around the pole, your body swaying side to side. You could feel the weight of the crowd’s gaze—heavy, intense, and waiting as you danced.

As the beat picked up, you shifted your movement. You jumped onto the pole and spun, the crowd reacting with amazement, lust filling their eyes. The way they watched you, desperate and eager, like they wanted to get their hands on you, it gave you such a rush of power and control.

Mid-performance, your eyes landed on a man sitting in the back.

Tall. Messy black hair. An insanely muscular build that stood out even from a distance. He looked older, maybe in his 30s. Unlike the others, he wasn’t loud about it. He just… watched.

His eyes met yours.

Your cheeks warmed when he winked, effortless, like he already knew the reaction he’d get. He leaned back with a drink in hand, whiskey, completely unbothered, his attention steady on you.

You forced yourself to keep dancing, finishing your routine as the crowd reacted around you. Your eyes searched for him again, but he was gone.

It was 2 a.m. when the night finally ended. You returned to your room, sitting at your vanity as you counted the bills that were thrown on stage.

Your mind drifted back to him.

Who was that?

You paused, fingers stilling over the cash.

There was something about him.

The way he looked at you felt different. Not like someone who was just watching.

He looked familiar…

You didn’t dwell on it, pushing the thought aside as you stood, already thinking about tomorrow. Another long shift and you needed rest.

The next day, you were doing some maintenance to your apartment—laundry, cleaning, organizing, and catching up on school work when you hear a knocked on the door.

You looked at the peep hole and saw it was your neighbor Toji.

You opened the door.

“…Hey,” you said, holding the edge as you looked up at him.

He stood there casually, hands in his pockets.

“Hey.”

A brief pause.

“You busy later?”

You shifted your weight.

“Depends. Why?”

He glanced at you, expression calm.
“Need someone to watch Megumi again. Just for a couple hours.”

You nodded lightly. “I should be free.”

“Alright. I’ll text you.”

“Okay.”

He turned slightly, glancing back.

“See you later.”

A few hours passed before a knock came through the door.

You already knew who it was.

When you opened it, Toji stood there, Megumi beside him.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” you replied, stepping aside.

Megumi walked in first, looking around your apartment before glancing back at you.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled softly. “You ready to hang out for a bit?”

He nodded.

Toji lingered near the doorway, watching.

“You got everything you need?”

“Yeah. We’ll be fine.”

He nodded, reaching out to ruffle Megumi’s hair.

“Don’t give her a hard time.”

“I won’t.”

A small smile formed on your lips as you watched them.

Toji’s gaze flicked back to you.

“Text me if anything comes up.”

“Will do.”

He left, leaving you alone with Megumi.

The evening passed easily.

Megumi was quiet at first, but warmed up over time. You got him a snack, let him watch something, and checked in while you were getting ready.

At some point, he sat nearby while you did your hair and makeup.

“You’re going out?”

“Yeah. Just for a bit.”

He nodded like that made sense.

“Okay.”

The silence that followed felt comfortable.

Eventually, it was time.

When you arrived, the club was already alive.

Music pulsed through the walls, lights shifting in pink and purple as you stepped inside. You greeted the girls, settling into the rhythm of the night.

Then your attention drifted.

And you saw him.

Tall. Still. Unmistakable.

Toji.

Your steps slowed as your eyes locked onto him.

Your chest tightened as it clicked.

The man from your apartment.

The man from last night.

Standing here like it was nothing.

Your gaze lingered too long before you looked away, continuing forward like nothing was wrong.

Then you noticed him moving. Approaching.

When he reached you, he stopped a short distance away, eyes on you like he was confirming something.

A pause.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.”

His voice was steady. Casual.

“…Yeah?” you replied. “What are you doing here?”

A small shift in his expression. Almost a smirk.

“Same question.”

Silence stretched between you.

His eyes flicked over you, then back to your face.

“Didn’t take you for someone who worked somewhere like this.”

You tilted your head, unfazed.

“Didn’t take you for someone who comes to places like this.”

That earned a faint smirk.

“Fair.”

Another pause.

“Why don’t we sit down and I get you a drink? Help you relax.”

You stared at him.

“C’mon,” he added. “I won’t bite.”

You hesitated, then agreed.

You both walk to the bar. He lifts a hand, whistling to get the bartender’s attention.

“Can I get a whiskey—and for the lady?”

He glances at you.

“What’ll you have?”

“I’ll get a frozen margarita.”

The bartender nods and starts preparing the drinks.

Toji leans against the counter, posture easy.

“So… why are you working here?”

Your breath sharpens. You didn’t expect him to ask so directly.

“Listen… it’s none of your business. Alright?”

He raises his hands slightly.

“Calm down, doll. I’m just curious.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, tension settling in your chest.

Silence lingers until the bartender returns with your drinks.

You exhale softly.

“I took this job to pay for school.”

He doesn’t respond right away. Just watches you, observant.

“So… if you don’t mind me asking, are you in a better place now?”

“Yeah. I paid my tuition in full working here.”

You take a sip of your drink, and he mirrors you.

“Then why are you still here? If you’ve already got the money.”

You pause.

Your grip tightens around the glass.

“…Maybe this isn’t the best thing,” you admit, quieter now, “but after I got the money, I realized I didn’t want to stop. Seeing how… hungry people were to watch me perform, and the control I had over the room… it made me want to stay.”

A small breath leaves you.

“So I guess… I like being in power.”

A faint chuckle leaves both of you, easing the tension.

Toji looks at you differently now. More attentive.

“I’ve never met someone who enjoyed working in a place like this.”

You shrug.

“Once you get used to it… it’s actually fun.”

The conversation flows from there, the tension dissolving into something easier.

Comfortable.

Almost normal.

Until one of the girls approaches.

“Hey, you’re up soon. You should get ready.”

You nod.

“Looks like that’s my cue.”

Toji inclines his head.

“So… you gonna watch?” you ask.

He studies you for a second.

“Why, you want me to?”

That same quiet tension returns.

You smile slightly.

“Yeah. Sit back and watch.”

You wink, then turn and head backstage.

The muffled music fades into a low pulse behind the curtain. The air is warmer here, filled with perfume, powder, something electric.

Your fingers brush against your costume, and for a moment, you pause.

The top fits like it was made for you, hugging your torso. Black and gold shimmer across the surface, catching the light. The center dips into star-shaped cutouts edged in sparkle, revealing just enough skin.

You adjust the straps, letting the weight settle.

Then the heels.

They wrap around your ankles in glossy straps, secure and tight. Soft pink fur brushes against your skin at the base.

For a moment, it feels unfamiliar.

Then you move.

One step.

Then another.

The shift is immediate.

You’re not the same version of yourself that walked in earlier.

When you glance toward the curtain, the stage no longer feels like somewhere you perform.

You step onto the stage as the music starts—“Folded” by Kehlani.

The lights hit you instantly.

You move with confidence, swaying to the rhythm. No rush. You don’t need to.

They’ll wait.

They always do.

You own every second of attention the room gives you.

Then your eyes land on him.

Toji.

Watching. Focused.

Something in you shifts.

You decide to give him a show he won’t forget.

As the lyrics play—
“I’ll let your body decide…”

You drop into a split.

The reaction is immediate.

The crowd shifts, mouths dropping.

And Toji—his eyes widen slightly.

You caught his attention.

His posture changes, subtle but clear. His elbow rests on the table, glass loose in his hand, but his focus sharpens. Locked on you.

You let the moment stretch.

Then slowly, deliberately, you rise, dragging it out just enough to keep every eye on you. Your fingers trail up your thigh as you stand, controlled.

The music dips.

You turn toward the pole, but not before glancing back at him.

Still watching.

Still unreadable.

But there’s something there now.

Something warmer. Darker.

You circle the pole, hips swaying, then pull yourself up in one smooth motion. Your body arches as you spin, lights catching your outfit with every movement.

The crowd reacts again, but it sounds distant.

Muted.

Because now it feels like you’re performing for one person.

And he knows it.

You can tell by the way his jaw tightens slightly.

The way his fingers tap once against his glass before going still.

Yeah. He knows.

You slide down the pole slowly, landing on your feet before walking toward the edge of the stage.

Closer.

Closer.

Until you’re right in front of him.

The music softens. You lower yourself just enough to meet his gaze, one hand resting lightly on the stage.

Up close, he’s worse.

Sharper.

There’s a faint crease in his brow, like he’s trying to figure you out, or trying not to react.

You give him the smallest smile.

Knowing.

Then you turn away.

Just like that.

Cutting the moment off before it can settle.

The rest of your performance flows easily—spins, turns, controlled drops—but your mind keeps circling back to that moment.

The look on his face.

The way he didn’t look away.

When the song ends, the applause hits all at once, loud and overwhelming, but you don’t stay.

You disappear backstage.

The adrenaline lingers. It always does.

Your chest rises a little faster as you step behind the curtain.

“Damn,” one of the girls mutters. “You had them locked in.”

You shrug it off, but your mind isn’t on them.

After your performance, you head straight for the bar.

You can still feel it—the heat, the energy clinging to your skin. Your body hasn’t fully come down yet.

You barely make it to the counter before—

“There you are.”

His voice. Low. Familiar now.

You glance over. Toji’s already there, leaning against the bar like he never left.

Like he was waiting.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you slide onto the stool beside him.

“Enjoy the show?”

He exhales quietly, shaking his head.

“You looked good up there.”

Simple.

But the way he says it—
It lands.

You tilt your head, pretending it doesn’t affect you.

“Yeah? Thanks.”

The bartender sets another drink in front of you. You take a sip, eyes flicking back to him.

There’s less distance now.

Less pretending.

“So,” you say lightly, “you always this quiet when you like something?”

A faint smirk pulls at his mouth.

“Only when it’s worth paying attention to.”

Your grip tightens slightly around your glass.

You look away first this time.

The conversation drifts after that. Easier. Warmer.

Comfortable.

Too comfortable.

And maybe that’s why you do it.

You slide off the stool.

“C’mon,” you nod toward the floor. “Dance with me.”

He exhales.

“I don’t dance.”

You smile, stepping back.

“Then just stand there and look pretty.”

That earns you a real look.

But after a second—

He pushes off the bar anyway.

The second you hit the floor, the music wraps around you again, loud and heavy.

You don’t hesitate.

You step in close.

Your hands find him first, resting lightly against his chest before sliding up to his shoulders. You can feel the tension there, solid and unmoving.

For a second, he just lets you.

Then his hands settle on your waist.

Firm. Secure.

Your breath catches, but you don’t stop.

You start slow, swaying your hips with the music, letting your body guide the rhythm. Subtle at first. Testing.

But when his grip tightens slightly—

You push it further.

Your body brushes his.

Closer. Slower. More deliberate.

And he matches you.

Perfectly.

Your eyes lift to his, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

“Thought you didn’t dance.”

“I don’t.”

His voice is lower now. Rougher.

“Then what is this?”

His hands shift, pulling you a fraction closer.

“Something else.”

That does it.

You lean in more, your movements turning smoother, heavier. Your hips roll against his, leaving no space between you.

The air changes.

Thicker.

Your fingers curl slightly into his shirt as you look up at him.

“Careful,” you murmur. “You’re starting to look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

His jaw tightens.

Not denying it. Not confirming it.

Then—

His eyes lock onto yours.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

Your heart stutters, but you hold his gaze.

“Then let me find out.”

Something shifts in him.

His jaw tightens again.

“…You got somewhere we can talk?”

The word talk hangs there, thin and unconvincing.

A small smile tugs at your lips.

“Yeah. I do.”

You take him to your club room. Hot pink walls, Y2K decor, animal prints scattered across the space.

You sit on the bench, closing the distance between you before dropping to your knees. Your fingers hook under his shirt, lifting it as your tongue drags a slow line up his stomach.

“Not really,” you murmur. “Only to guys I like. And you?”

You glance up at him.

“Always this hard to impress?”

He smirks.

Before you know it, he’s behind you.

His chest presses against your back, one hand splayed over your stomach to steady you while the other guides himself between your legs. He drags against your clit, slow and thick, the friction pulling a sharp breath from you.

His other hand slides up, cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple until it tightens.

“God… can’t believe I’m touching a college student.”

You turn, catching his lips in a quick kiss.

“Don’t think about that right now.”

You slip out of his grip, walking to the bed and spreading your legs slowly.

“Think about me,” you say softly, a dangerous smile forming, “and what you’re about to ruin.”

That’s all it takes.

“Fuck… you’re trouble,” he mutters.

He moves toward you, sitting on the edge of the bed as you crawl into his lap, straddling him, hands pressing against his abs.

“You’re spoiled too,” he murmurs, tongue flicking briefly against yours as you hover close.

“Mmh, yeah,” you breathe. “And whose fault is that?”

Then you kiss him.

This time deeper.

His tongue pushes past your lips easily, taking control. His grip tightens at the back of your head, holding you there.

For a moment, you’re completely at his mercy.

You pull away slightly, a faint string of saliva breaking between you.

“Taste good,” you murmur with a lazy smile.

He chuckles, low and deep.

You grind down against him, feeling him harden beneath you.

“Fuck… you’re needy,” he grunts, hands sliding down to your ass, grabbing a handful, rougher now.

Before you can react, he flips you onto your back.

Your breath leaves you as you land.

He spreads your legs, eyes dropping between them.

“You’re soaked.”

His pupils darken.

He leans down, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe through you.

Your back arches instantly.

“Ah—”

Your head falls back, a breathy whine slipping out as he works you open, licking, tasting, not rushing at all.

“You taste good,” he mutters against you. “So fucking sweet.”

Your fingers tangle in the sheets.

All you can think about is him.

“I need you,” you breathe. “Fuck me.”

He sits up slowly, hovering over you.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he dips down, mouth brushing your chest, hand squeezing your breast hard enough to make you gasp.

“Toji—”

Your fingers press into the back of his neck.

“I can take you… please.”

He leans over you again, hand coming up to your face, thumb dragging across your lips.

“You sure, baby?”

You nod quickly.

That’s all he needs.

He pushes his sweats down, letting them fall before kicking them aside.

Your breath catches at the sight of him. Thick. Hard. Already leaking.

His hand wraps around himself, stroking once as he watches you.

“You ready for me?” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you.

“Be a good girl. I’ll be gentle.”

He lines himself up and pushes in.

Slow at first.

Then deeper.

“Fuck… you’re tight,” he groans.

Your back arches, hips lifting as he thrusts again, pushing further inside you.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the stretch.

“Ah—”

“Shit… you feel too good,” he mutters, pace picking up, thrusts sharper now.

“Toji—I’m gonna—”

Your voice breaks as he hits that spot, again and again.

“I’m cumming—”

Your body tightens around him, back arching as the feeling crashes over you.

“I need more,” you gasp, still shaking.

Your legs tremble, still wrapped around him as he keeps moving, slower now but deeper, dragging every reaction out of you.

“Say it,” he grits, pace picking up again. “Tell me what you need.”

“Daddy—”

His arm hooks under your chin, pulling you up against him.

Your breath catches as he holds you there, chest to back, control tightening.

That’s it.

He loses it.

His pace turns rough, thrusts snapping into you harder, faster. One hand grips your throat lightly while the other tangles in your hair, holding you in place.

You’re shaking, breathless, barely able to think.

The sounds fill the room, wet, messy, overwhelming.

You’re already close again.

He feels it.

“Yeah… that’s it,” he groans against your shoulder. “You gonna come again?”

You can’t even answer.

It’s too much.

“Come on,” he growls, biting down lightly. “Show me.”

And you do.

Hard.

Your body tightens around him, pulling him with you as he thrusts through it, pace breaking as he finishes with a low, breathless groan.

“My good girl,” he mutters against your skin.

Now you can say you were fucked by a DILF

[xolunee]

Daddy Likes Club Girls

Synopsis. You work at a strip club to pay for school but who knew, you’d run into your neighbor Toji? Would you fuck this DILF? Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x reader. Content. slut shaming, consumption of alcohol, explicit language, stretching, tummy buIges, cervíx smooches, sIight degradation, MANHANDLlNG, tension, overstímulation, foIding, making you CRY, rough s, he’s MEAN, creampíes,

The hot pink and purple stage lights bounced throughout the club as you made your way to the stage. You wore a leopard jumpsuit with a slit down the middle, revealing your baby pink lace bra, paired with matching heels.

The song “Streets” by Doja Cat echoed through the speakers as all eyes turned to you, cueing you to start.

You started off slow, walking around the pole, your body swaying side to side. You could feel the weight of the crowd’s gaze—heavy, intense, and waiting as you danced.

As the beat picked up, you shifted your movement. You jumped onto the pole and spun, the crowd reacting with amazement, lust filling their eyes. The way they watched you, desperate and eager, like they wanted to get their hands on you, it gave you such a rush of power and control.

Mid-performance, your eyes landed on a man sitting in the back.

Tall. Messy black hair. An insanely muscular build that stood out even from a distance. He looked older, maybe in his 30s. Unlike the others, he wasn’t loud about it. He just… watched.

His eyes met yours.

Your cheeks warmed when he winked, effortless, like he already knew the reaction he’d get. He leaned back with a drink in hand, whiskey, completely unbothered, his attention steady on you.

You forced yourself to keep dancing, finishing your routine as the crowd reacted around you. Your eyes searched for him again, but he was gone.

It was 2 a.m. when the night finally ended. You returned to your room, sitting at your vanity as you counted the bills that were thrown on stage.

Your mind drifted back to him.

Who was that?

You paused, fingers stilling over the cash.

There was something about him.

The way he looked at you felt different. Not like someone who was just watching.

He looked familiar…

You didn’t dwell on it, pushing the thought aside as you stood, already thinking about tomorrow. Another long shift and you needed rest.

The next day, you were doing some maintenance to your apartment—laundry, cleaning, organizing, and catching up on school work when you hear a knocked on the door.

You looked at the peep hole and saw it was your neighbor Toji.

You opened the door.

“…Hey,” you said, holding the edge as you looked up at him.

He stood there casually, hands in his pockets.

“Hey.”

A brief pause.

“You busy later?”

You shifted your weight.

“Depends. Why?”

He glanced at you, expression calm.
“Need someone to watch Megumi again. Just for a couple hours.”

You nodded lightly. “I should be free.”

“Alright. I’ll text you.”

“Okay.”

He turned slightly, glancing back.

“See you later.”

A few hours passed before a knock came through the door.

You already knew who it was.

When you opened it, Toji stood there, Megumi beside him.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” you replied, stepping aside.

Megumi walked in first, looking around your apartment before glancing back at you.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled softly. “You ready to hang out for a bit?”

He nodded.

Toji lingered near the doorway, watching.

“You got everything you need?”

“Yeah. We’ll be fine.”

He nodded, reaching out to ruffle Megumi’s hair.

“Don’t give her a hard time.”

“I won’t.”

A small smile formed on your lips as you watched them.

Toji’s gaze flicked back to you.

“Text me if anything comes up.”

“Will do.”

He left, leaving you alone with Megumi.

The evening passed easily.

Megumi was quiet at first, but warmed up over time. You got him a snack, let him watch something, and checked in while you were getting ready.

At some point, he sat nearby while you did your hair and makeup.

“You’re going out?”

“Yeah. Just for a bit.”

He nodded like that made sense.

“Okay.”

The silence that followed felt comfortable.

Eventually, it was time.

When you arrived, the club was already alive.

Music pulsed through the walls, lights shifting in pink and purple as you stepped inside. You greeted the girls, settling into the rhythm of the night.

Then your attention drifted.

And you saw him.

Tall. Still. Unmistakable.

Toji.

Your steps slowed as your eyes locked onto him.

Your chest tightened as it clicked.

The man from your apartment.

The man from last night.

Standing here like it was nothing.

Your gaze lingered too long before you looked away, continuing forward like nothing was wrong.

Then you noticed him moving. Approaching.

When he reached you, he stopped a short distance away, eyes on you like he was confirming something.

A pause.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.”

His voice was steady. Casual.

“…Yeah?” you replied. “What are you doing here?”

A small shift in his expression. Almost a smirk.

“Same question.”

Silence stretched between you.

His eyes flicked over you, then back to your face.

“Didn’t take you for someone who worked somewhere like this.”

You tilted your head, unfazed.

“Didn’t take you for someone who comes to places like this.”

That earned a faint smirk.

“Fair.”

Another pause.

“Why don’t we sit down and I get you a drink? Help you relax.”

You stared at him.

“C’mon,” he added. “I won’t bite.”

You hesitated, then agreed.

You both walk to the bar. He lifts a hand, whistling to get the bartender’s attention.

“Can I get a whiskey—and for the lady?”

He glances at you.

“What’ll you have?”

“I’ll get a frozen margarita.”

The bartender nods and starts preparing the drinks.

Toji leans against the counter, posture easy.

“So… why are you working here?”

Your breath sharpens. You didn’t expect him to ask so directly.

“Listen… it’s none of your business. Alright?”

He raises his hands slightly.

“Calm down, doll. I’m just curious.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, tension settling in your chest.

Silence lingers until the bartender returns with your drinks.

You exhale softly.

“I took this job to pay for school.”

He doesn’t respond right away. Just watches you, observant.

“So… if you don’t mind me asking, are you in a better place now?”

“Yeah. I paid my tuition in full working here.”

You take a sip of your drink, and he mirrors you.

“Then why are you still here? If you’ve already got the money.”

You pause.

Your grip tightens around the glass.

“…Maybe this isn’t the best thing,” you admit, quieter now, “but after I got the money, I realized I didn’t want to stop. Seeing how… hungry people were to watch me perform, and the control I had over the room… it made me want to stay.”

A small breath leaves you.

“So I guess… I like being in power.”

A faint chuckle leaves both of you, easing the tension.

Toji looks at you differently now. More attentive.

“I’ve never met someone who enjoyed working in a place like this.”

You shrug.

“Once you get used to it… it’s actually fun.”

The conversation flows from there, the tension dissolving into something easier.

Comfortable.

Almost normal.

Until one of the girls approaches.

“Hey, you’re up soon. You should get ready.”

You nod.

“Looks like that’s my cue.”

Toji inclines his head.

“So… you gonna watch?” you ask.

He studies you for a second.

“Why, you want me to?”

That same quiet tension returns.

You smile slightly.

“Yeah. Sit back and watch.”

You wink, then turn and head backstage.

The muffled music fades into a low pulse behind the curtain. The air is warmer here, filled with perfume, powder, something electric.

Your fingers brush against your costume, and for a moment, you pause.

The top fits like it was made for you, hugging your torso. Black and gold shimmer across the surface, catching the light. The center dips into star-shaped cutouts edged in sparkle, revealing just enough skin.

You adjust the straps, letting the weight settle.

Then the heels.

They wrap around your ankles in glossy straps, secure and tight. Soft pink fur brushes against your skin at the base.

For a moment, it feels unfamiliar.

Then you move.

One step.

Then another.

The shift is immediate.

You’re not the same version of yourself that walked in earlier.

When you glance toward the curtain, the stage no longer feels like somewhere you perform.

You step onto the stage as the music starts—“Folded” by Kehlani.

The lights hit you instantly.

You move with confidence, swaying to the rhythm. No rush. You don’t need to.

They’ll wait.

They always do.

You own every second of attention the room gives you.

Then your eyes land on him.

Toji.

Watching. Focused.

Something in you shifts.

You decide to give him a show he won’t forget.

As the lyrics play—
“I’ll let your body decide…”

You drop into a split.

The reaction is immediate.

The crowd shifts, mouths dropping.

And Toji—his eyes widen slightly.

You caught his attention.

His posture changes, subtle but clear. His elbow rests on the table, glass loose in his hand, but his focus sharpens. Locked on you.

You let the moment stretch.

Then slowly, deliberately, you rise, dragging it out just enough to keep every eye on you. Your fingers trail up your thigh as you stand, controlled.

The music dips.

You turn toward the pole, but not before glancing back at him.

Still watching.

Still unreadable.

But there’s something there now.

Something warmer. Darker.

You circle the pole, hips swaying, then pull yourself up in one smooth motion. Your body arches as you spin, lights catching your outfit with every movement.

The crowd reacts again, but it sounds distant.

Muted.

Because now it feels like you’re performing for one person.

And he knows it.

You can tell by the way his jaw tightens slightly.

The way his fingers tap once against his glass before going still.

Yeah. He knows.

You slide down the pole slowly, landing on your feet before walking toward the edge of the stage.

Closer.

Closer.

Until you’re right in front of him.

The music softens. You lower yourself just enough to meet his gaze, one hand resting lightly on the stage.

Up close, he’s worse.

Sharper.

There’s a faint crease in his brow, like he’s trying to figure you out, or trying not to react.

You give him the smallest smile.

Knowing.

Then you turn away.

Just like that.

Cutting the moment off before it can settle.

The rest of your performance flows easily—spins, turns, controlled drops—but your mind keeps circling back to that moment.

The look on his face.

The way he didn’t look away.

When the song ends, the applause hits all at once, loud and overwhelming, but you don’t stay.

You disappear backstage.

The adrenaline lingers. It always does.

Your chest rises a little faster as you step behind the curtain.

“Damn,” one of the girls mutters. “You had them locked in.”

You shrug it off, but your mind isn’t on them.

After your performance, you head straight for the bar.

You can still feel it—the heat, the energy clinging to your skin. Your body hasn’t fully come down yet.

You barely make it to the counter before—

“There you are.”

His voice. Low. Familiar now.

You glance over. Toji’s already there, leaning against the bar like he never left.

Like he was waiting.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you slide onto the stool beside him.

“Enjoy the show?”

He exhales quietly, shaking his head.

“You looked good up there.”

Simple.

But the way he says it—
It lands.

You tilt your head, pretending it doesn’t affect you.

“Yeah? Thanks.”

The bartender sets another drink in front of you. You take a sip, eyes flicking back to him.

There’s less distance now.

Less pretending.

“So,” you say lightly, “you always this quiet when you like something?”

A faint smirk pulls at his mouth.

“Only when it’s worth paying attention to.”

Your grip tightens slightly around your glass.

You look away first this time.

The conversation drifts after that. Easier. Warmer.

Comfortable.

Too comfortable.

And maybe that’s why you do it.

You slide off the stool.

“C’mon,” you nod toward the floor. “Dance with me.”

He exhales.

“I don’t dance.”

You smile, stepping back.

“Then just stand there and look pretty.”

That earns you a real look.

But after a second—

He pushes off the bar anyway.

The second you hit the floor, the music wraps around you again, loud and heavy.

You don’t hesitate.

You step in close.

Your hands find him first, resting lightly against his chest before sliding up to his shoulders. You can feel the tension there, solid and unmoving.

For a second, he just lets you.

Then his hands settle on your waist.

Firm. Secure.

Your breath catches, but you don’t stop.

You start slow, swaying your hips with the music, letting your body guide the rhythm. Subtle at first. Testing.

But when his grip tightens slightly—

You push it further.

Your body brushes his.

Closer. Slower. More deliberate.

And he matches you.

Perfectly.

Your eyes lift to his, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

“Thought you didn’t dance.”

“I don’t.”

His voice is lower now. Rougher.

“Then what is this?”

His hands shift, pulling you a fraction closer.

“Something else.”

That does it.

You lean in more, your movements turning smoother, heavier. Your hips roll against his, leaving no space between you.

The air changes.

Thicker.

Your fingers curl slightly into his shirt as you look up at him.

“Careful,” you murmur. “You’re starting to look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

His jaw tightens.

Not denying it. Not confirming it.

Then—

His eyes lock onto yours.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

Your heart stutters, but you hold his gaze.

“Then let me find out.”

Something shifts in him.

His jaw tightens again.

“…You got somewhere we can talk?”

The word talk hangs there, thin and unconvincing.

A small smile tugs at your lips.

“Yeah. I do.”

You take him to your club room. Hot pink walls, Y2K decor, animal prints scattered across the space.

You sit on the bench, closing the distance between you before dropping to your knees. Your fingers hook under his shirt, lifting it as your tongue drags a slow line up his stomach.

“Not really,” you murmur. “Only to guys I like. And you?”

You glance up at him.

“Always this hard to impress?”

He smirks.

Before you know it, he’s behind you.

His chest presses against your back, one hand splayed over your stomach to steady you while the other guides himself between your legs. He drags against your clit, slow and thick, the friction pulling a sharp breath from you.

His other hand slides up, cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple until it tightens.

“God… can’t believe I’m touching a college student.”

You turn, catching his lips in a quick kiss.

“Don’t think about that right now.”

You slip out of his grip, walking to the bed and spreading your legs slowly.

“Think about me,” you say softly, a dangerous smile forming, “and what you’re about to ruin.”

That’s all it takes.

“Fuck… you’re trouble,” he mutters.

He moves toward you, sitting on the edge of the bed as you crawl into his lap, straddling him, hands pressing against his abs.

“You’re spoiled too,” he murmurs, tongue flicking briefly against yours as you hover close.

“Mmh, yeah,” you breathe. “And whose fault is that?”

Then you kiss him.

This time deeper.

His tongue pushes past your lips easily, taking control. His grip tightens at the back of your head, holding you there.

For a moment, you’re completely at his mercy.

You pull away slightly, a faint string of saliva breaking between you.

“Taste good,” you murmur with a lazy smile.

He chuckles, low and deep.

You grind down against him, feeling him harden beneath you.

“Fuck… you’re needy,” he grunts, hands sliding down to your ass, grabbing a handful, rougher now.

Before you can react, he flips you onto your back.

Your breath leaves you as you land.

He spreads your legs, eyes dropping between them.

“You’re soaked.”

His pupils darken.

He leans down, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe through you.

Your back arches instantly.

“Ah—”

Your head falls back, a breathy whine slipping out as he works you open, licking, tasting, not rushing at all.

“You taste good,” he mutters against you. “So fucking sweet.”

Your fingers tangle in the sheets.

All you can think about is him.

“I need you,” you breathe. “Fuck me.”

He sits up slowly, hovering over you.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he dips down, mouth brushing your chest, hand squeezing your breast hard enough to make you gasp.

“Toji—”

Your fingers press into the back of his neck.

“I can take you… please.”

He leans over you again, hand coming up to your face, thumb dragging across your lips.

“You sure, baby?”

You nod quickly.

That’s all he needs.

He pushes his sweats down, letting them fall before kicking them aside.

Your breath catches at the sight of him. Thick. Hard. Already leaking.

His hand wraps around himself, stroking once as he watches you.

“You ready for me?” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you.

“Be a good girl. I’ll be gentle.”

He lines himself up and pushes in.

Slow at first.

Then deeper.

“Fuck… you’re tight,” he groans.

Your back arches, hips lifting as he thrusts again, pushing further inside you.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the stretch.

“Ah—”

“Shit… you feel too good,” he mutters, pace picking up, thrusts sharper now.

“Toji—I’m gonna—”

Your voice breaks as he hits that spot, again and again.

“I’m cumming—”

Your body tightens around him, back arching as the feeling crashes over you.

“I need more,” you gasp, still shaking.

Your legs tremble, still wrapped around him as he keeps moving, slower now but deeper, dragging every reaction out of you.

“Say it,” he grits, pace picking up again. “Tell me what you need.”

“Daddy—”

His arm hooks under your chin, pulling you up against him.

Your breath catches as he holds you there, chest to back, control tightening.

That’s it.

He loses it.

His pace turns rough, thrusts snapping into you harder, faster. One hand grips your throat lightly while the other tangles in your hair, holding you in place.

You’re shaking, breathless, barely able to think.

The sounds fill the room, wet, messy, overwhelming.

You’re already close again.

He feels it.

“Yeah… that’s it,” he groans against your shoulder. “You gonna come again?”

You can’t even answer.

It’s too much.

“Come on,” he growls, biting down lightly. “Show me.”

And you do.

Hard.

Your body tightens around him, pulling him with you as he thrusts through it, pace breaking as he finishes with a low, breathless groan.

“My good girl,” he mutters against your skin.

Now you can say you were fucked by a DILF

[xolunee]

SMUT POLL

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[xolunee]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 finding your cruise huzz – how you met Megumi!

a/n: I was inspired by my friend who met her man on her cruise so I decided to write about it (˶˃⤙˂˶)

It was spring break, and your family planned an all-around cruise to the Bahamas, Italy, and Greece!

To say you loved cruises was an understatement. The unlimited food they served, the fun activities, and most of all, the cute guys you see. You packed all the things you needed—maybe a little too much and got in the car.

When you arrived at the dock, the massive ship filled you with excitement. As you boarded, you checked in and headed straight to your room, ready to get settled.

After organizing everything, you left your room to get familiar with the ship again. You made your way down the hall, noticing kids your age socializing, and thought about introducing yourself. You spotted a group gathered near the side—one tall guy with white hair and circular shades stood out immediately.

JJK POV:

“Alright kids, have a great time and don’t bother me unless it’s an emergency—which I’m sure you can handle.” Gojo cheered as he walked toward the bar.

“cmon dummies, let’s get to our room.” Nobara said, already walking ahead of the group.

As they walked with their luggage, Yuji Itadori noticed a girl with long brown hair talking with others. He nudged Megumi.

“Psst, Megumi. Check that girl out she’s totally your type,” Yuji said, grinning.

Megumi looked visibly annoyed, but still glanced over. When his eyes landed on you, he paused for a moment.
“…Damn,” he thought, quickly looking away and continuing to walk like nothing happened.

Once they reached their room, they unpacked and got settled. Later that afternoon, while playing cards, Yuji suggested going downstairs to meet people, glancing over at Megumi.

Megumi ignored him and kept playing.

“Ugh, I’m so bored,” Nobara said, tossing her cards down. “Let’s go downstairs and get some food.”

As they walked together, making small talk, you passed Megumi in the hallway. You noticed his tall frame and spiky hair.

“Wow,” you thought. “He’s cute.”

You continued walking, heading back toward your room.

Later that evening, it was dinner time and your family was already downstairs. You got dressed and made your way to the dining hall.

As you scanned the food, trying to decide what to get, you bumped into something solid.

“Ouch,” you said, rubbing your head.

You looked up and realized it was Megumi.

“Ah—sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you said quickly.

“It’s fine. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine… just clumsy,” you replied, laughing lightly.

You probably should’ve just grabbed your food and left but instead, you decided to be bold.

“So… what’s your name?” you asked while putting food on your plate.

“…Megumi,” he said. “You?”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you,” he nodded, grabbing food for his plate.

You asked him a few more questions—where he was from, who he came with—and the conversation started to flow more naturally.

JJK POV:

Unlike Megumi, who was actually talking to someone, Yuji and Nobara were busy eating.

“This is so good,” they both said at the same time.

Meanwhile, Gojo sipped his drink before suddenly straightening up.

“You guys look. Megumi is talking to a girl.”

Yuji and Nobara immediately looked over.

“Omg, she’s so pretty,” Nobara said.

“What’s a girl like her doing talking to a guy like him?”

Gojo snorted.

“Oh, that’s the girl I saw earlier. I didn’t think he’d actually talk to her.” Yuji added while eating

Back with you and Megumi, the conversation had turned into something easy and comfortable. You were both laughing over something small when Megumi suddenly felt eyes on him.

He glanced over and noticed his group staring.

“…Who’s this?” you asked.

“…Nobody,” Megumi said flatly.

Gojo dramatically fell backward. “Megumi, how could you say that?”

You laughed at the scene in front of you.

“It’s my teacher,” Megumi added, sighing.

“And these are my classmates—Nobara and Itadori.”

“Nice to meet you,” they said in unison.

“Likewise,” you replied with a smile.

Before the questions could pile up further, Megumi gently grabbed your hand and pulled you away, leading you out of the dining area.

Once inside his room, you paused for a second, taking it in. You had never been in a guy’s room before.

“Sorry that was pretty sudden. I hope it’s okay we hang out here for a bit until things cool down,” he said.

“It’s fine,” you replied.

The two of you continued talking, getting to know each other better, until the mood gradually shifted.

“I know we just met and this might be a little straightforward… but I think you’re really cute,” you said honestly.

Megumi visibly paused, swallowing slightly as he processed your words.

“…I think you’re cute too,” he admitted.

A small smile formed on your face.

Before either of you could overthink it, you leaned in and kissed him.

He responded almost immediately, his hand settling at your waist as the kiss deepened. Your arms rested lightly against his chest, the moment slow and steady, neither of you rushing it.

You pulled away briefly but not for long, as you leaned in again, your hand moving to the back of his neck as the kiss deepened.

Somehow, you ended up on his lap, neither of you complaining.

His hands rested at your hips, his grip gentle but firm as he took you in for a brief second, his eyes opening just slightly before closing again.

For a moment, everything felt quiet—just the two of you.

After a while, you both pulled away, catching your breath.

“That was… nice,” he said softly.

you giggled softly.

For the next twenty minutes, you stayed close, eventually settling into a comfortable cuddle while watching a movie. When you checked the time and realized how late it had gotten, you both knew it was time to go.

“I’ll walk you back,” he said, standing up.

You nodded, smiling.

As you walked through the hallway, your hands naturally found each other, fingers intertwining without much thought.

When you reached your door, you paused.

You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied, smiling.

You slipped into your room, closing the door behind you.

You never really believed you could find your cruise huzz. But, you were proven wrong.