[reilemon]

In His Arms

♡︎ synopsis: Jet-lagged and wide awake long past midnight, you let Valko invite himself over to keep you company. What starts as a friendly, playful hangout slowly turns into something much more intimate.

♡︎ pairing: Valko x fem!reader

♡︎ tags: friends to lovers, making out, dry humping, use of 'sweetheart' 'baby' 'pretty girl', cowgirl, creampie ofc

♡︎ word count: 8k

♡︎ a/n: After the announcement we got last week, I ofc had to write something for Valko. I hope you like how I wrote him. It took me over 8 hours to edit this fic, so if you don't like something or if there are any errors, I don't wanna know <3

♡︎ I wanna thank @unintentionalseductress for helping, and my beta reader its-de who doesn't have an account anymore (🙄).

divider by @anitalenia

The glow of the television washes the living room in soft, shifting light, some familiar comfort show murmuring in the background as you sink deeper into the corner of the sofa. The apartment still carries that faint in-between feeling that always follows a trip, your half-unpacked suitcase sitting by the wall, your carry-on slouched near the entryway. You scroll through Moments without really seeing much of it, your thumb moving on autopilot as photos and captions blur together, and when your eyes flick to the time in the corner of the screen, a quiet sigh leaves you – it’s past midnight. You only got back yesterday, but it annoys you that your body still refuses to remember what time zone it belongs to.

With a small frown, you toss your phone beside you, only to reach for it again a few seconds later. Sleep feels nowhere near, but so does doing anything useful. Your gaze drifts back to the screen, catching on the photo you posted from the trip a few hours ago. For a moment, you just stare at it, thumb hovering near the comments before you see a new notification at the top of your screen, and your breath catches.

Valko.

You stare at his name for a second before tapping on the message, your pulse giving one traitorous flutter as the chat opens.

‘Why are you still up??’

Your finger lingers above the keyboard, a smile already tugging at your lips, before you type back.

‘Why are you up?’

His reply comes quickly.

‘I asked you first.’

A quiet laugh slips out of you.

You shift further into the corner of the sofa, glancing toward the television even though you are no longer paying attention to whatever scene is playing out on the screen.

‘I’m still a little jet-lagged. Can’t sleep.’

For a few seconds, nothing happens.

Your thumb brushes the edge of your phone as you stare at the screen, suddenly wondering whether that sounded too flat. Maybe you should have added something else. Maybe –

Another message appears.

‘Then can I come over and keep you company?’

You sit up so quickly the blanket pooled over your legs slips halfway to the floor.

For a moment, you can only stare at the words – it’s such a simple message, but the thought of Valko here, in your apartment, at this hour, sends a rush through you that makes it impossible to stay curled up on the sofa like nothing happened.

You try to sound casual as you type back.

‘Sure.’

His answer appears almost immediately.

‘I’ll be there in twenty.’

Your eyes widen.

Twenty?

You glance down at yourself, at the pajamas you changed into after your shower. You push yourself off the sofa, hurrying to the bathroom to make yourself more presentable.

By the time you step back into the living room, changed into your new loungewear – an oversized sweater and a pair of shorts – and a light layer of makeup, your heartbeat has still not quite calmed down.

And then you nearly jump out of your skin.

There, just beyond the glass, Valko is already waiting outside on the balcony.

Your hand flies to your chest before you let out a quiet breath, your nerves settling almost as quickly as they spiked. What did you expect? Of course he used the balcony again, like it is a perfectly normal substitute for a front door.

You step closer and slide the door open. Before he can even get a word out, you point toward the entryway and try your best to sound serious.

“You need to immediately take off your shoes and put them by the front door like any other normal person would.”

A grin pulls at his mouth, and a soft chuckle slips from him as he steps inside. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” you say, with as much dignity as you can manage, even though you already feel far too giddy to properly stay in character. “Those are the rules.”

He does exactly as he’s told, walking over to the front door to slip off his shoes and leave them neatly where they should be.

You don’t really get a chance to say anything before he closes the distance between you and pulls you into a hug.

It’s warm and almost a little too tight, the kind of hug that steals your breath for a second, but you don’t care, not when his arms are around you like this. You tuck your face against his chest, breathing him in, and something in your chest loosens.

You missed this. Two weeks wasn’t even that long, but the moment his arms close around you, it hits you how much you’d been craving this exact feeling. The solid warmth of his body, the way he hugs like he means it, the faint familiar scent of his skin.

You squeeze him a little tighter, hoping he can’t feel how reluctant you are to let go.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against the top of your head.

A smile presses against his chest.

“I’m happy to hear that,” you say softly.

His arms loosen just enough for him to pull back and look at you, though his hands still linger at your waist.

“Only happy to hear that?” he asks, head tilting just a little. “You didn’t miss me at all?”

Your heart gives another hard, hopeless thud.

With the way he is looking at you, warm and teasing and still standing too close, it’s hard to hold onto any version of coolness for very long. So you say nothing, only glance away as if that will somehow hide the fact that your pulse is stumbling all over itself.

When he finally lets you go, the loss of his warmth feels immediate. His gaze flickers over you. It’s brief, almost nothing at all, but you catch it anyway – the quick dip of his eyes, the split-second pause that lingers just a touch too long before he looks back up.

Heat stirs low in your stomach.

If he noticed the bare stretch of your legs beneath the sweater, he does not say it.

Then his gaze drifts past you, over the living room.

You follow it, and only then do you properly take in the small signs of the last two days still scattered around the apartment. It’s not a mess, but it’s enough to make you realize, with a small jolt of horror, that while you had been busy changing, fixing your face, and deciding whether those shorts were too much, it had not once occurred to you to make the place look more presentable.

Valko glances back at you, amusement already tugging at his mouth. “You really made yourself at home.”

You stare at him.

Then at the open suitcase, then back at him.

“I – ” You stop, because there is truly no dignified recovery from this. “I just got back.”

His laugh is soft and boyish, bright with amusement, and before you can fumble your way into a proper defense, his hand comes up to rest lightly on your shoulder.

“I’m teasing,” he says. “Relax.”

Something in your chest loosens at once, though the embarrassment still lingers warm at your cheeks.

“You’re annoying,” you mutter, without much conviction.

He only grins and walks past you toward the sofa, entirely too pleased with himself, and drops down onto it, one arm spreading along the backrest.

You stand there for a second, trying not to think about the fact that he’s in your apartment, at almost one in the morning. Instead of sitting down beside him, you linger on your feet and start folding the few clothes left draped over the armchair, because you need something to do with your hands.

For a little while, the conversation comes easily – you ask him what he was doing up so late, and he tells you he got caught up researching something and lost track of time, and then he asks you how the trip was. As you smooth one of the shirts between your hands, you tell him that it was beautiful, that you enjoyed it more than you expected, that you and your friends managed to explore a few cities in between all the wedding preparations, though by the end of it you were exhausted from helping with everything. Even so, you admit that it had been worth it, because seeing your friend that happy, that deeply in love, had made all of it feel strangely tender and a little overwhelming in the best way.

The words trail off there for a second, because the memory rises too clearly, your friend smiling through tears, music drifting through warm evening air, the soft gold of the lights, the feeling of standing just outside someone else’s happiness and being moved by it anyway. You pause with the folded fabric still in your hands. When you look up, Valko is already watching you in that way of his that makes it seem like he notices more than he lets on.

So you shake yourself out of it before the moment can linger too long, and with a softer laugh, you steer the conversation somewhere lighter, telling him that the food alone had probably been worth the trip, and that you would have enjoyed it even more if you had not managed to spill some of it on your dress before the night was over.

“That’s a shame,” he says. “You looked beautiful.”

A soft flutter moves through your stomach, and for a brief second, you remember the small rush of giddiness you felt earlier when the notification popped up and you saw that he had liked the photo. Heat rise to your cheeks. “Thank you,” you murmur.

You clear your throat softly and glance toward the suitcase.

“Oh, right,” you say. “I almost forgot.”

His brows lift a little as you cross the room and crouch beside the half-open case, pushing aside a few last things until your fingers find what you had tucked in carefully. When you straighten again, you are holding a small sachet of dried flowers and a box of chocolates.

Valko watches you come back toward him, his expression shifting into mild confusion. “What’s that?”

You stop in front of him and hold the two things out. “A gift for you,” you say, “The flowers are from a little shop near where we stayed,” you explain. “They smelled really good, and they made me think of you. And the chocolates are from a local chocolaterie.”

A quiet breath leaves him, almost like a laugh, though there is something more touched than amused in it.

“That’s... really nice of you,” he says. “Thank you.”

You shrug. “It’s nothing.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not nothing.”

Before you can answer, he reaches for you.

His hand catches your wrist gently and tugs you closer, and the next thing you know, you are half stumbling onto the sofa as he pulls you down beside him and gathers you into another hug, and a startled little laugh slips out of you.

His cheek brushes your temple, and then his lips do too. “You’re sweet,” he murmurs.

For a moment, you simply let yourself stay there, tucked against him on the sofa.

“So,” he says, leaning back, “are you feeling sleepy yet?”

You shake your head. “Not at all. I’m wide awake.”

His gaze lifts toward the digital clock on the wall, and the faint crease that appears between his brows makes you want to laugh a little. “It’s past one,” he says, glancing back at you. “That’s a problem.”

You tilt your head. “Is it?”

“Yes,” he says, with enough seriousness to make the corners of your mouth twitch. “It is. We need to get you to sleep.”

Your lips pull into a small pout. “But you said you wanted to keep me company.”

His expression softens with amusement. “I do want to keep you company, but you should really get your sleep sorted out.”

The pout lingers, growing just enough to make him narrow his eyes at you like he already knows you are about to be difficult on purpose.

“So you said you missed me, and now you’re trying to get me to go to sleep. Rude.”

Valko looks ready to answer right away, but then he stops. His mouth closes again, and something shifts in his expression – a glint of mischief appears in his eyes so suddenly and so familiarly that you know you’re in trouble.

“Oh,” he says slowly, his grin beginning to spread, “so that’s what this is?”

Heat starts rising before you even know where he is going with it.

“Are you saying you missed me too?” His smile widens. “You just want to spend more time with me. Is that what you’re saying?”

Your whole face goes hot.

For a moment, you can only stare at him, feeling the burn spread across your cheeks as your mouth opens and closes once, then again, with absolutely nothing useful coming out. Valko’s grin only widens at your silence, clearly delighted with himself, and before he can say anything worse, you reach up and grab his cheeks between your fingers, squishing them without mercy.

“Ow, ow, ow,” he protests, though the laugh in his voice ruins any real attempt at sounding injured. “No need for violence!”

You let go, trying to look far less flustered than you feel, while he rubs at his cheeks with both hands and gives you a faint little pout that does nothing to make him less smug.

“Well,” you say, refusing to let him have the last word so easily, “you’re awake at this hour too, so why don’t you go to sleep?”

He leans back into the sofa, still rubbing one cheek as if you have truly wounded him, and lets out a thoughtful hum. “You know,” he says after a moment, “you’re right. The research I was doing didn’t help. My brain is still working through it, so I should probably try to relax too.”

His gaze drifts around the apartment then, over the sofa, the blankets, the cushions, and when he looks back at you, there is something almost casual in the way he says, “I can stay here, if you want. I can sleep over and take the sofa. Your apartment is cozy, after all.”

Your heart gives a quick, sudden flutter.

Then he pauses, glances toward the half-open suitcase by the wall, and adds with a grin, “Even with all this mess around.”

You smack his shoulder and he only laughs, like he had been waiting for exactly that reaction.

“Well,” you say, trying, and failing, to hide your smile, “if you think the sofa will be comfortable enough, then sure. You can stay over.”

Before he can find something else to tease you about, you pat your hands against your thighs and start to stand up. “Okay, then,” you say sweetly, already turning away. “Goodnight.”

Valko’s hand catches your waist before you get more than halfway up, stopping you without any real effort. A soft, amused laugh escapes him, like he knows exactly what you’re doing.

“No, no, no,” he says, gently pulling you back down beside him. “Now we both have to help each other fall asleep.”

You glance at him, unable to keep your smile from slipping through. “Oh, so that’s how it is?”

“That’s exactly how it is.”

Valko grabs the blanket you’d been using and spreads it over both of you. “We can watch whatever you had on,” he says, nodding toward the TV.

You settle deeper into the sofa, close enough that your knee brushes his beneath the blanket. For a while, neither of you says much. Then, slowly, his arm slips along the back of the sofa and curls around your shoulders, drawing you gently against his side – and you can’t help but lean into him.

At one point, you see him nuzzle lightly into the blanket – that sweet, familiar habit of his that always made you smile.

The episode plays on. A few small comments pass between you, easy and low, but gradually his body grows heavier against yours. His head tips until it rests lightly on top of yours, and his breathing slows into deep, even breaths.

You go still, listening.

A smile tugs at your lips when you carefully tilt your head to glance up at him.

His eyes are closed.

So much for his very serious plan.

Carefully, so you do not jostle him too much, you lift a hand and give his arm a small nudge. “Hey,” you murmur. “You’re gonna hurt your neck like that.”

He makes a soft sound first, then shifts against you, his cheek brushing against your hair before his eyes crack open only halfway. There is a moment where he looks thoroughly confused, caught between sleep and waking, and then his brows draw together faintly as if he is trying to remember where he is.

“Hey…” he mumbles, voice drowsy. “I’m supposed to be the one helping you sleep.”

“You’re doing a terrible job,” you whisper back, smiling as you say it.

He exhales a sleepy, half-formed laugh and instead of pulling away, sinks closer, his arm tightening around you.

You stay quiet for a moment, letting the comfortable silence settle between you. Then Valko’s voice breaks it, barely more than a murmur when he asks, “Did you miss me?”

The question is simple, stripped of any teasing. For a second, you just look at him – at his sleepy face, at the hopeful, searching look in his eyes.

“Yes,” you say softly. “I did.”

His arm tightens just slightly around you.

“I was really happy to see you tonight,” you add after a moment. “I know it was only two weeks, but it felt longer than that. And with everything getting busy again soon...” You trail off, then glance up at him. “I just wanted a little more time with you, I guess.”

Valko is quiet for a moment, his thumb brushing slowly against your side. Then he shifts slightly, turning more toward you. His gaze drops to your lips for a heartbeat before returning to your eyes, and the air between you feels suddenly heavier, sweeter.

His other hand lifts slowly, and when it settles against your upper back, the touch sends a small shiver through you. Then his hand slides higher, fingers spreading gently at the back of your head, cradling you there. You feel yourself drift closer, and he does the same.

Then his lips press against yours.

The kiss is soft and warm and careful. You melt into him. One of your hands holds onto the fabric of his hoodie, your body pressing closer of its own accord as happiness blooms through you so suddenly and so completely it almost feels unreal.

When your lips part, neither of you moves far.

Then he looks at you again, his gaze is softer than before but clearer too.

“I like you too much to pretend this is nothing,” he says, his voice soft and unguarded. He holds your gaze for another second. “Tell me if this is what you want too.”

Your answer comes easily. “I do.”

A small smile touches his mouth, sweet and a little disbelieving.

Then you lean in and kiss him again.

The hand at the back of your neck stays steady as he kisses you, and when your fingers slide from his chest to curl around the back of his neck, his breath catches softly against your mouth.

His mouth parts against yours, and when your tongues meet, the sensation is warm, slow, and so intimate it makes a deep shiver run through you. The slide is unhurried at first – soft, wet strokes that make heat bloom low in your belly. His tongue brushes against yours in ways that make your toes curl and your thoughts melt away. Then he gently catches your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a soft, teasing nibble before soothing it with another slow pass of his tongue.

You make a small, helpless sound into his mouth, pressing closer, and he answers with a low hum that vibrates through you. The kiss grows deeper, more consuming, but never rushed – every stroke of his tongue leaves you dizzy, aching in the best way, your body melting even further into his hold.

When the kiss finally breaks, you stay curled against him, forehead resting lightly against his, your breaths still uneven.

Neither of you moves for a long moment.

Then you pull back to look at him. “The sofa’s not that comfortable. You can… sleep in the bed with me. If you want.”

His eyes soften, that small smile returning. “I’d like that. A lot.”

While he heads to the bathroom, you slip into your bedroom and freeze for a second. The bed is still a mess from earlier – clothes scattered everywhere from when you’d frantically tried on different loungewear before he arrived – your cheeks burn at the evidence of how much you’d wanted to look nice for him.

You move fast, scooping everything up in armfuls and jamming the pile into your closet. Then you quickly change into your own pajamas: a loose shirt and flowy shorts. From the back of your closet, you pull out the biggest oversized t-shirt you own, with a goofy graphic and a band’s name splashed across the front.

By the time Valko returns from the bathroom, you’re already settled on the now-tidied bed, heart fluttering.

You hold the oversized shirt out to him. “Here. It’s the biggest one I have.”

He takes it from you, eyes crinkling with amusement as he reads the front. “Nice choice,” he teases. “Didn’t know you were a fan.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up and just put it on.”

Instead of stepping out, Valko stays right there in front of you. With that easy confidence of his, he reaches back and tugs the hoodie off in one smooth motion. The movement pulls his t-shirt up slightly underneath, revealing a glimpse of his toned stomach and the sharp cut of his hips before the fabric falls back into place. He peels that off too, and for a moment you forget how to breathe.

Broad shoulders, the hard strength of his arms and chest that you’ve felt against you so many times, now fully on display in the soft glow of your bedroom lamp. Your gaze traces the lines of his body before you can stop yourself, lingering on the way his muscles shift as he unfolds the oversized shirt, then dipping lower to the faint trail of hair on his lower stomach.

Then he unbuttons his jeans.

The soft sound of the zipper feels impossibly loud in the quiet room. He pushes them down his hips and steps out of them, leaving him in just his boxers. The fabric clings to the firm lines of his thighs and the unmistakable outline underneath, and your face burns. You know you should look away, but you can’t.

Valko catches you staring.

A knowing smile curves his mouth, “Enjoying the show?”

You immediately avert your gaze. “No.”

You turn off the last light and climb into bed.

He chuckles softly and finally pulls the t-shirt over his head. A moment later he joins you, pulling the blanket over both of you as he settles on his side facing you.

For a second, you just look at each other in the low glow of moonlight from the window. Then he reaches out, sliding an arm around your waist and drawing you closer until your bodies press together again.

“You okay?” he asks softly, the same careful warmth in his voice from earlier.

You nod, tucking your face against his chest, breathing him in. “Yeah.”

He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head… then another to your forehead… then, when you tilt your face up, to your lips.

This kiss starts slow and sweet, like the first one, but the closeness of the bed changes everything. Your hands find his chest again, sliding over the soft, worn fabric of your own shirt on him. He tastes like toothpaste, and the warmth of his body pressed against yours under the covers makes your head spin. One of your hands drifts up to the back of his neck, fingers threading gently into his hair, while his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you even closer until your legs tangle together.

A soft sound escapes you when his hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, palm warm and broad against the bare skin of your lower back. The touch is gentle, almost reverent, but it sends a slow shiver through you all the same. He pauses there, thumb stroking small circles against your spine, as if checking whether you want him to stop.

When you press closer instead, he lets his hand explore further, sliding up the curve of your back, mapping the warmth of your skin like he’s been wanting to do this for just as long as you have.

The kiss breaks only so you can both catch your breath, but his mouth doesn’t go far. He trails soft, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, then lower to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. When his teeth graze there lightly, your breath hitches.

“Still okay?” he whispers, voice husky now, lips brushing your skin with every word.

“Yes,” you manage, a little breathless. “Don’t stop.”

Valko makes a low, pleased sound deep in his chest. His hands slide to your waist, and with gentle strength he rolls you both over so you’re on top. He helps you settle, guiding your legs until you’re straddling his hips.

For a moment you brace yourself on your hands, hovering just slightly above him. Your heart is racing – nervous, excited, and suddenly worried about settling your full weight on top of him.

Valko looks up at you. One of his hands stays on your hip while the other smooths slowly up your back.

“Come here…” he murmurs. “All of you.”

When you hesitate for half a second, he adds gently, “Just relax.”

Carefully, you lower yourself until your full weight rests on him. The moment your chest presses fully against his, a quiet sigh escapes both of you. He feels so solid beneath you – the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his skin, the firm strength of his body supporting yours so easily. Your legs settle on either side of his hips, and the intimate press of him right between your thighs makes heat bloom low in your belly.

Valko’s arms wrap around you immediately, one hand splaying wide across your lower back, the other sliding up between your shoulder blades to hold you closer. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck with a deep inhale, breathing you in.

For a long moment you just stay like that – bodies aligned, hearts beating against each other. Then he gently nudges your face with his, and you tilt your head down to meet him.

His lips move against yours, and when the kiss deepens, it happens gradually – tongues brushing, mouths opening wider, breaths growing a little heavier. The weight of you on top of him, the way your bodies fit together so completely, makes everything feel more intense. You can feel the hard line of him pressed right against your core, and the sensation sends little sparks of pleasure through you with every tiny movement.

Still a little shy, still a little uncertain, you roll your hips in one slow, experimental movement. The friction drags right where you need it most, pulling a soft, involuntary sound from your throat. Valko groans – low, rough, and completely unguarded – the sound vibrating against your mouth. His arms tighten around you instantly, and the way he pulls you down against him makes it clear just how much he felt that.

“Fuck…” he breathes against your lips. “Do that again.”

Emboldened by his reaction, you roll your hips again, grinding down against him. The pleasure sparks sharper, deeper. You can feel every inch of him through the thin layers of fabric separating you, and the way his body responds – the way he twitches underneath you – makes your stomach flutter.

Valko meets you on the next roll. He rocks his hips up into yours in a slow, deep rhythm, pressing firmly against your core with each movement. His hold on you never loosens – he keeps you flush against his chest, bodies moving together in a slow, rolling grind.

The kiss grows sloppier, hotter – tongues slide deeper, mouths open wider, little wet sounds mixing with your shared breathing. You feel his heartbeat hammering against yours.

“You feel so good on top of me,” he murmurs. “Keep moving just like that, baby.”

Valko’s hands are everywhere. One stays anchored on your hip, guiding your movements, while the other slips under your pajama shirt, palming the soft skin of your back, then sliding down to squeeze your ass. He pulls you down harder against him on every roll, making sure you feel exactly how hard he is.

Then his hand moves between your bodies.

He presses two fingers against the front of your shorts, right over your core. The moment he touches you, you realize just how soaked you are. The fabric is warm and damp, clinging to you, and the pressure of his fingers makes the wetness even more obvious. A flush of embarrassed heat rushes through you, but it only makes you ache more.

Valko groans deeply into your mouth, the sound raw. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs. He rubs slow circles over the soaked fabric, pressing just right against your clit through the layers. The sensation makes your hips jerk, a sharp little whimper escaping you.

He pulls back from the kiss just enough to look at you, breathing hard. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, but there’s a flicker of hesitation there too. His throat works as he swallows, and when he speaks, his voice has the slightest tremble in it.

“Still okay?” he asks, fingers still gently pressing against your soaked shorts. He pauses, searching your face. “Can I…?”

You nod quickly, cheeks burning. “Yeah,” you whisper, barely audible. “Please.”

A soft, relieved breath escapes him.

He shifts just enough to reach between you. With one hand, he tugs his boxers down far enough to free himself, his cock springing up hot and heavy against your inner thigh. With the other, he hooks his fingers into the crotch of your pajama shorts and panties, tugging the soaked fabric to the side. The cool air hits your slick, exposed folds for only a second before the blunt, burning heat of his tip presses right against your entrance.

The slight sting of his girth against your sensitive opening makes you inhale sharply. Still, your thighs tremble as you fight the instinct to sink down all at once.

Valko’s eyes never leave your face. His breath is shaky, his grip on your hip almost bruising as he visibly holds himself back from thrusting up.

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and strained. “Just relax… I’ve got you. Trust me.”

He rocks his hips up in the tiniest, careful movement, letting just the head slip inside you. The stretch is intense – a burning, aching fullness that makes your mouth fall open on a quiet, broken sound. You feel every thick inch as he slowly works you open, his eyes locked on yours the entire time, watching every flicker of sensation across your face.

Another shallow thrust, and he sinks a little deeper. His hand on your hip keeps guiding you down slowly, patiently, even as his own breath trembles and a low groan escapes his lips. You can feel how much he’s holding back – the tension in his arms, the way his fingers dig into your skin, the way his cock twitches inside you with the effort of going slow.

He presses his forehead to yours, nuzzling your nose, his voice dropping to a whisper between heavy breaths.

“Just a little more… that’s it. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

He keeps guiding you with those slow, shallow thrusts, working himself deeper. Each gentle push stretches you further, the thick heat of him dragging against your walls in a way that makes your breath hitch and your fingers curl against his shoulders. The slight sting is still there, but it’s slowly melting into something warmer, fuller, more overwhelming.

Finally, with one last careful roll of his hips, he bottoms out completely.

A soft, broken sound escapes you as he fills you to the hilt. Your walls flutter around him, clenching instinctively at the overwhelming sensation of being so completely taken.

Valko goes very still beneath you, breathing hard against your neck.

He whispers your name. “Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”

You take a shaky breath, then nod against his shoulder, melting a little more in his embrace. “I’m okay,” you murmur, voice soft and a little breathless.

The tension in his body eases at your words. He pulls you even closer, if that’s possible, until there isn’t a single inch of space left between your bodies. Your breasts press against his chest, your stomach against his, your thighs snug around his hips.

“Just stay like this for a moment,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear. “Let me feel you… all of you.”

You melt into him completely.

He starts kissing you again – first pressing his lips to yours, tender and sweet. Then to your flushed cheek. Then along the line of your jaw. When he reaches your neck, he lingers there, nuzzling into the sensitive skin with a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of you as his lips trail soft, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your throat. Every kiss sends warm little sparks through your body, making you shiver and clench around him.

You feel completely surrounded by him. He makes you feel soft and safe and wanted in a way you’ve never quite felt before.

After a few long, still moments of just feeling each other, Valko starts to move.

He rolls his hips up in one slow thrust, pressing himself even deeper inside you. The drag of his thick length against your walls pulls a shaky moan from your throat. He does it again, and again – careful but steady, letting you feel every inch as he fills you completely with each roll.

You start moving with him.

Your hips begin to roll in a slow rhythm, grinding down to meet his upward thrusts. The pace is yours, and he lets you set it. Every time you sink down onto him, his cock grazes all the right spots inside you, sending sparks of sharp pleasure through your core. You can feel how wet you are – how your slick coats him completely, making every slide smoother, wetter, hotter. You angle your hips just right so that with every downward roll, your clit grinds against his pelvis. The added friction makes your thighs tremble. Pleasure builds fast and heavy, coiling tight in your belly with every movement.

You can’t stop looking at him.

Even in the low, dim light of your bedroom, he looks devastating. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark with lust, but locked on your face like he doesn’t want to miss a single detail. His lips are parted and glistening, soft groans and quiet curses falling from them every time you sink down on him. His hair is slightly messy from your fingers, and the way his jaw clenches when you roll your hips harder makes your heart stutter.

You roll your hips faster, chasing that building pleasure with every grind of your clit against his pelvis and every deep stroke of his cock inside you. The slick sounds of your bodies meeting grow louder, wetter with every movement. Your walls flutter and clench around his thick length, coating him even more with your arousal as the pressure inside you coils tighter and tighter.

A broken moan of his name slips from your lips – “Valko...” – raw and needy. The sound of it makes your cheeks burn – you feel suddenly exposed like this, riding him so shamelessly, your voice sounding so desperate, your body moving on instinct. The wave of pleasure is cresting dangerously close, and the intensity of it makes you shy for a moment.

You duck your head, hiding your face in the warm crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you keep rolling your hips.

You know Valko notices. Instead of pulling you back, he cradles the back of your head with one large hand. His voice is full of affection as he murmurs against your ear.

“You can stay right here, sweetheart. Just feel it… That’s it. Come for me.”

His words, the steady praise mixed with the way he keeps thrusting up to meet your rolling hips, push you right over the edge.

With one more deep grind of your hips, your orgasm crashes through you. Pleasure surges hot and overwhelming, ripping a muffled, trembling cry from your throat against his neck. Your walls clamp down hard around his cock, pulsing and fluttering. Your thighs shake, slick gushing around him as you come hard, soaking his length and pelvis. Valko groans deeply, the sound vibrating against your chest, and holds you even tighter, his hips still moving with yours – slow, deep rolls that help you ride out every last pulse of pleasure.

Your hips gradually slow, then finally still as the last ripples of your orgasm fade into a warm, glowing haze. You stay draped over him, breathing hard against his neck, your heart still racing wildly in your chest.

After a few long seconds, you finally gather the courage to lift your head from its hiding place. Your face is glistening with sweat, your cheeks are burning, your hair slightly messy as you meet his gaze. You’re still catching your breath, lips parted, eyes a little dazed.

When your eyes lock, the intense heat in Valko’s gaze melts into something more tender. A small, gentle smile curves his lips as he looks up at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. The hand that had been cradling the back of your head slides forward to graze your cheek with his thumb, stroking it with slow affection.

“There you are…” he murmurs, voice low and fond. “Hi, pretty girl.”

He searches your face for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, thumb continuing its gentle caress. “Do you want to keep going?”

You feel a sheepish little smile tug at your lips. You nod, still a bit breathless, cheeks warming even more under his attentive gaze.

“Yes,” you whisper.

His smile deepens, soft and warm. “You want me to take over?”

You nod again, a little quicker this time. “Yes, please.”

Valko’s gaze lingers on your face for a moment, an almost reverent smile curving his lips as he takes in the sight of you in front of him.

“Just relax for me,” he whispers against your temple, pressing a lingering kiss there. “Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

After you nod, Valko doesn’t waste another second.

He captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss as he begins to move beneath you. His hips roll up in long thrusts, driving his thick cock deeper into your soaked heat with every stroke. One arm stays locked around your back, pressing your chest flush against his, while his other hand keeps your shorts and underwear tugged to the side so he can fuck you properly.

He keeps kissing you through it – slow and messy, tongues sliding together as his pace gradually picks up. His breath grows heavier against your lips, and between kisses he whispers –

“Am I doing good? Tell me… fuck, I need to hear it.”

You’re already losing yourself in the rhythm of his thrusts, the way his cock stretches and fills you so perfectly. The answer slips out of you in a hazy, breathless mumble, half-coherent and soaked in pleasure.

“You feel so good…” you moan, voice breaking. “Fuck – you’re so big… filling me up so deep…”

Valko groans loudly at your words, the sound low and guttural. His grip on you tightens, and his thrusts grow a little harder, a little faster, driving up into you with more purpose. The wet slap of skin on skin grows louder as he fucks you deeper, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot with devastating precision.

“Yeah? You like how deep I’m fucking you?” he rasps against your lips, voice thick with lust. “You’re taking me so well… so wet and tight around my cock. I could stay buried in you forever.”

You whimper at his filthy words, clenching hard around him. He keeps that perfect rhythm, holding you close, kissing you like he never wants to stop, while his cock drives into you again and again, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once more.

You can feel him starting to throb inside you, his rhythm beginning to falter as he gets closer to the edge. His thrusts grow a little rougher, a little more desperate.

He must feel how you’re close too, because your hips have started moving on their own, grinding down to meet every thrust. His breath stutters against your mouth.

“You close again, baby?” he groans, voice strained and low. “Fuck… I can feel you squeezing me so tight.”

You nod frantically, whimpering as another wave of pleasure builds fast and hot. “Yes – I’m close… please, Valko, go faster – ”

He clenches his jaw, a deep, guttural sound escaping him as he tries to hold back. His hips snap up harder, but you can tell he’s right on the edge.

“I’m too close,” he rasps, almost apologetic, still fucking you deep and steady. “If I go faster, I’m not gonna last – ”

“It’s okay,” you breathe, voice trembling with need as you roll your hips down to take him even deeper. “It’s fine, just – don’t stop. Please.”

Valko lets out a wrecked moan, his grip on you tightening almost painfully. He buries his face in your neck for a second, breathing you in, then pulls back just enough to look at you with dark, desperate eyes.

“Where can I finish?” he asks, voice hoarse and filthy. “Where do you want me?”

Without hesitation, still grinding down on his cock, you whisper against his lips –

“Inside. I want you to come inside me.”

Valko’s control finally snaps.

With a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt in a few hard, fast thrusts. You feel every powerful spurt as he fills you up, warm and wet, his cock twitching deep in your pussy while he keeps rolling his hips in sloppy thrusts, pushing his release even deeper.

The sensation of him coming inside you sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through you. You’re right on the edge again, but you stay still for him, letting him use you however he needs, your body soft and pliant on top of his as he rides out the last pulses of his orgasm.

Then he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, voice wrecked and breathless.

“Move, baby… don’t stop. Chase it. I want to feel you come on my cock again.”

You hesitate for half a second, worried it might be too much for him, but he doesn’t let you overthink it. His hands grip your hips firmly and start guiding you, encouraging you to roll and grind on him again.

You nod, eyes locked with his, and start moving.

You ride him through the mess, feeling his warm cum leak out of you with every roll of your hips, slick and obscene, coating both of you. His cock is still hard inside you, but you can feel how oversensitive he is now – the way he twitches and throbs helplessly with every movement, like it’s almost too much.

He meets your rhythm with shallow, desperate thrusts, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. His eyes stay locked on yours, heavy-lidded and burning, even as his breath turns ragged and broken.

Valko groans, low and wrecked. “That’s it… fuck, just like that,” he rasps, voice tight and strained. “Come on my cock, baby – you’re squeezing me so fucking tight… Good girl, so fucking good…”

It doesn’t take long.

Pleasure slams into you harder this time. You come with a trembling, broken cry, your walls clamping down around his oversensitive cock as another orgasm rips through you. The feeling of his cum leaking out around him with every pulse makes everything wetter, filthier, messier. Slick and cum mix between you as you grind down on him, thighs shaking violently.

This time you don’t hide your face. You stay right there, eyes locked with his, letting him see every second of it – the way your lips part on a silent gasp, the way your whole body shudders and tightens around him.

“Fuck – yes, baby… look at you,” he groans, voice slurred and desperate. “So fucking pretty when you come… good girl…”

His wrecked praise sends a fresh wave of heat through you, drawing out the pleasure for a few more trembling seconds. Then the intense peak of your orgasm slowly fades, leaving you utterly spent. You collapse completely on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest as you try to catch your breath. Your body feels heavy, hot, and spent in the best possible way. Valko’s arms wrap around you, holding you close as he stays buried deep inside you, his cock still twitching with the last aftershocks. Neither of you makes any move to separate.

You nuzzle back into the crook of his neck, breathing in the comforting mix of his skin, sweat, and your own scent on him. His hands move slowly over your back in long, soothing strokes, fingertips tracing gentle patterns along your spine.

For a long while, you simply rest like that – tangled together, hearts slowing down, his warmth surrounding you completely.

Eventually, his voice breaks the comfortable silence, low and gentle against your ear.

“You okay?” he asks, still stroking your back. “Feeling alright?”

You manage a small nod against his neck, too tired and floaty to form proper words. A tiny, satisfied hum is all you can offer.

He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath you.

After a few more quiet, peaceful minutes, you finally shift. You slowly push yourself up on shaky arms and lift your hips. The moment he slips out of you, a low, disappointed groan escapes Valko’s throat. The sound is so genuine that you can’t help but let out a soft, breathless chuckle.

“We should probably clean up,” you murmur, still smiling.

He nods, but there’s a playful pout in his expression. Before you can move away, he cups your face with both hands and pulls you down into a slow, sweet kiss. It’s softer than anything that came before – gentle, lingering, and full of affection. When he pulls back, his thumbs brush over your cheeks, and his eyes are warm and tender in the afterglow.

 “You feeling sleepy now?” he asks, a hint of playful teasing in his tone.

You let out a soft, embarrassed little laugh. The reality of everything that just happened is starting to settle in, making your cheeks warm all over again.

“Yeah… I think I am,” you admit.

He chuckles quietly, but then that familiar warm smile returns as he pulls you back down into his embrace. He presses a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

“I never want to let you go.” He whispers.

You melt into him again, letting yourself stay there for a moment longer, tucked safely in his arms. As his fingers keep moving gently over your skin, all you can think is that you want more of this – more nights that end with him holding you close, more stolen hours together, more of his laughter, to feel his warm hands, to see his eyes that always soften when they find yours.

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── ⟢ firsts

♯┆ some of the relationships milestones with Valko

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── ⟢ the first date

Your first date was planned at a fancy restaurant because Valko wanted to impress you a little - the reservation however got jumbled up and you would have needed to wait until a table gets free. You told him that you don't feel like fancy food anyways which was a huge relief to him.

You ended up getting takeout from your favorite place and enjoyed the soft light of street lamps at the local park, talking away while eating. When you started feeling a little cold in the night air, he chuckled and put his jacket around you, insisting that he's a furnace and doesn't really need it anyways.

He walked you home that evening and settled for a simple hug instead of a kiss goodnight-when he leaned in, he could smell your scent mixed with his from the jacket you wore and he knew in that moment that this was something he could most certainly get used to.

── ⟢ the first kiss

The first kiss came unexpected and was almost so short, neither of you could call it a proper kiss. All you did was lean in to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head at the same time, sensing you closer, and you ended up kissing his lips - apologizing profoundly one second later which made him laugh softly.

"Am i such a bad kisser?" he asked teasingly, seeing the way you grew embarrassed, but his question made you gain your composure again.

"I had no opportunity to find out yet," you mused and your eyes flicked to his lips for just a blink of an eye, but this was all the consent he needed. His lips felt soft against yours, dominant but not suffocating as his lips slowly claimed yours while one of his hands gently cupped your cheek. When he pulled back, a lopsided grin spread on his lips.

"So, am i a bad kisser?" He asked more confident now and you hummed in thought before smiling softly.

"I don't think i can determine that from a single kiss alone" the grin on your lips couldn't even form before his mouth was back on yours again, tongue begging for entrance. Once he pulled away, sharp canines gently pulled at your kiss swollen bottom lip, your hazy eyes and small whimper telling him everything he needed to know.

── ⟢ the first time you see each other naked

The first time you saw each other naked wasn't in a sexual way. You were walking to your place where you wanted to cook for him before watching a movie together, but the weather had other plans.

By the time you reached your doorstep, the both of you were wet to the bones, drenched clothes forming puddles in your hallway as you tried to figure out the best way to move on about this.

"Shower?" You asked softly and nudged your head towards the bathroom, the puddle beneath your feet growing by the second.

"Ladies first" he replied with an apologetic smile-walking to the grocery store was his idea after all, so he could wait.

"And you flood my apartment in the meantime? We can shower together?" You suggested innocently, the wet fabric clinging to your skin stripping you of a clear mind. "If you don't mind... we can also stay in underw-"

Valko was already taking off his wet clothes, not needing to be asked twice to shower together.

Under the steady stream of water, his eyes never looked down your body, respecting you and not wanting to use the situation to shamelessly gawk at you... unlike you who grew familiar with his pecs and occasionally stole a glance at his abs in the meantime.

Just as the cold left your body, you cautiously stepped closer and wrapped your arms around his broad torso, causing his wet tail to splosh against the tiled wall repeatedly. One of his big hands moved to your lower back to keep you close, the other drifted to your hair to hold it against his chest in a deeply caring manner. The noise of water hitting the ground was almost drowned out by his heartbeat that thumped steadily just below your ear.

You two helped one another wash up and you blow dried his tail for him, feeling a little awkward about it but the shyness around each others body was close to non existent after sharing the shower.

── ⟢ the first time he eats you out

The first time Valko gets to eat you out, is when neither of you can keep their hands to themselves after a heated make out session. He sinks onto his knees on the floor in front of the couch you two had been sitting on and gently grabs one of your ankles where he pressed small kisses against your skin. His kisses turn messier the further up he reaches until his teeth sink into the plush of your inner thigh—The little sound you make is the most endearing sound he'd ever heard.

The scent of your arousal had been driving him to the brink of insanity before he even got between your thighs, and now that your legs were thrown over his shoulder he couldn't stop himself anymore. Valko looked up at you once more to make sure that there was no doubt in your eyes, and when you looked at him with so much need, he dove right in. He buried his nose against your panty clad folds, inhaling your scent as if it's the most holy of things — to him it is.

There was no time to take off your underwear, simply using one of his fingers to pull it to the side. The sight of your glistening folds made his wolfish ears lay flat, a sound close to a whimper escaping his throat the second he dove in to finally taste you. And when your arousal melted on his tongue? His eyes were rolling back into his skull, staying between your thighs for his own greed until you had to pry him off after perhaps one too many orgasms and flicks to your overstimulated clit.

── ⟢ the first time he knots you

The first time Valko knots you, wasn't the first time you had Sex, rather the first time he realized that he wanted this —that he wanted you— by his side as his girlfriend, not just to see where things go. You could say that this was the first time that he realized that what he feels is actually love.

He spent the night preparing you with his tongue and fingers as he usually would, his cock slipping into you so easily by the time he finally had you on your back and spread open for him with one leg thrown over his shoulder. His thrusts were much slower than the rather fast speed you've grown accustomed to but they made your toes curl from how you felt him move inside your walls.

You've talked about the possibility of him knotting you before, about what it means for him, as well as for you. So when you felt the thick knot press against your entrance repeatedly while his moans became much more breathless, you cupped his cheek and pulled him down to kiss him gently, nodding against him to let him know that this is exactly what you wanted.

The feeling of that knot bullying its way into your cunt was borderline painful, but Valko's fingers playing with your clit to help you relax took your focus off the stretch until he was finally inside. Valko's head dropped into the crook of your neck, a strangled moan of your name escaping his lips as you felt his cum painting your insides with nowhere to go.

It made you feel incredibly full, and he whispered sweet praise into your ear before flipping you around to rest on his chest. There was no rush with anything, just heavy breathing and gentle touches filling the comfortable silence. This was his form of aftercare, keeping you close and helping you catch your breath—and when the knot eventually swells off, he'd help you into the shower to clean you up, changing the sheets while you let the water cascade down your tired body.

── ⟢ the first i love you

The first time Valko told you these three words was in that very night, cuddled up in fresh sheets while snacking on some brownies.

Your head was resting on his shoulder and his tail was sweetly tucked over his and your body as if he held you close with anything he had. You barely heard him say it over the noise of your favorite movie running.

"What was that?" You asked tired, opening your tired eyes to look up at him, craning your neck to take a look at his handsome face.

"I said I love you, pancake." He smiled down at you, sharp canines showing and the sweetest, love struck look on his face.

"I love you too, Valko" you hummed and kissed his jaw ever so gently before tucking your head back under his chin where you could feel his heart hammer against his ribcage, almost at the same speed as his tail was wagging against your leg.

[satoskii]

gym rat!toji only thrusts ur weight!!

toji came through the door, taking his gym shoes off immediately. you were on the couch, blanket pulled to your chin. as you heard his heavy footsteps, you looked over the arm of the couch, meeting his own dark, mischief filled eyes. “no.” you said, beginning to sit up. “no, toji. get back.” you smiled, putting a hand out to distance him. “you didn’t miss me?” he said, a sleazy smile on his face. he stalked closer to you, looking through his eyelashes at your form. “don’t run from it, baby. come feel on me.”

before you could protest, he braced both of his hands beside your head, and laid his body weight on you. you smiled, trying to push him away, but ultimately failing. “toji, you smell.” you said, pressing your hands against his chest. “oh, i missed you baby. mm.. couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he murmured against your neck. “i was doing hip thrusts today. i thrusted how much you weigh.” he said, rubbing himself against you, almost like a dog trying to put its scent on something. “that’s when i thought of you.”

you felt something poking your inner thigh, and you scoffed. “you’re nasty.” you said. “i want you.” he mumbled, sitting up between your thighs. he took your hand, and guided it to his heavy bulge. “i trained. just for you.” he said, his voice in a mockingly pleading tone. he moaned as your hand kneaded his bulge, and he looked down at it, watching as you did so. he looked back down at you, biting his lip. “aren’t you proud of me? trained hard as shit so you don’t have to do any work when we’re fucking.” he said, pushing his damp hair off of his forehead.

he grabbed your hips, pulling them closer, so your covered crotch was flush against his bulge. he gave one slow thrust, and smiled. “i know you feel that.” he said, looking down as he began to slowly grind against you. “you don’t have to do anything, yknow. i can do all the work. like i usually do.” he teased, putting wet kisses all over the side of your neck. he grabbed your waist, and effortlessly maneuvered you, so you were straddling him. “it’s okay, baby. you can act like you don’t want it, but i know you do.” he cooed, running his hand down your stomach. he smirked, biting his lip as he noticed you trying to be subtle, as you “adjusted” your position on him.

“see? that’s my girl, always wanting this dick. it’s okay, baby. you don’t have to hide it.”

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a/n : short n sweet before i get back on track yay ;) art creds : @/jtvll

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Toji Fushiguro had always lived his life in the shadows of fleeting touches. Women came and went through his cheap apartment like whispers in the night.

They chased the thrill of his scarred body and the way his cock stretched them open. Most moaned loud and desperate, clawed at his back and begged for more. He gave them what they wanted. Hard thrusts and heavy loads that left them shaking. But none of them ever lingered in his mind after the sweat cooled.

He never pined for any of them. He never wondered if they hoped for something real. Toji knew the score. They wanted the danger. The pleasure, not the man who carried ghosts and empty pockets.

He had never felt truly loved beyond the heat of bodies slapping together. One night stands filled the void for a few hours. No one stayed to see the morning light hit his tired face. No one asked if he was okay after he buried himself deep. They used him as much as he used them. Or so he told himself.

Then you appeared. Across the corner of a dimly lit bar. Your pretty face caught his eye like a soft light in the dark. Toji bought you a drink. His voice came low and rough when he leaned in. "You're pretty. Real pretty, Doll." It wasn't out of the ordinary for a big handsome man like him to chat you up. You were always eye-catching. But something shifted that night.

He took you back to his place. The sex was not the usual frenzy. You were not overly desperate like the others. No loud squealing or nasty pleas for his cock. It was sensual, slow. He savored undressing you. His fingers traced your skin as he peeled away each layer. He breathed in your perfume, memorized how you smelled. In the dim lighting of his cheap apartment you looked so beautiful naked. His eyes lingered, his hands were almost gentle.

When he pushed inside you his thick cock struggled to fit into your tight cunt. He paused, breath heavy and laboured. "You okay?" he asked, deep green eyes entranced you as you stared into them, you nodded, slow and sure. He pressed deeper and kissed you softly, consuming your soft gasps and kept going. That night after he came inside you, he even kissed you to sleep, lips brushed your forehead. Something in him attached right then. He felt it. A pull he couldn't shake.

Weeks turned into something more. You gave your body so freely because you loved him. You cared for him in ways no one else had or tried to. You saw the man behind the scars and the jagged edges, and Toji loved how tender you were with him. It filled a hollow place he never knew existed.

Tonight the city hummed outside the window. The room was warm with the glow of a single lamp. Toji sat on the edge of the bed after a long day. His shoulders carried the weight of old fights and newer worries. You climbed into his lap. Your hands found his hair.

"You look tired baby," you whispered.

He pulled you closer. His voice rumbled soft against your skin. "Doesn't matter now. Got you here."

You sank down onto his cock slow and sweet. The stretch made you both sigh. Your tits pressed into his face. Toji buried his mouth in the valley between them. He pressed kisses there. Warm and lingering as his hands roamed your body. They weren't rough tonight. They held you with love. Gently stroking along your back. Firm but caring grips on your hips.

He was not fucking you. Toji was making love to you, his new found version of sex was intimate and tender. You rocked on top of him. Your fingers stayed tangled in his dark hair. Toji closed his eyes, peace washed over his face. Being connected to you like this felt like everything he ever needed.

"Fuck... you feel so good," he murmured against your breast. His lips brushed your skin with every word. "So warm. So mine."

You smiled down at him. Your body moved in a gentle rhythm. The pleasure built slow and deep. Toji savored every second. He kissed your tits again. His tongue traced soft patterns. His hands never stopped touching you. Loving touches that said more than words ever could.

The tension coiled tighter. You felt him throb inside you. He held you closer. His heavy loads always came with such intensity. When he finally came, he filled you up. Thick and warm. The bulge in your tummy showed how deep he was and how full he made you.

Toji groaned low, arms wrapping around you tight and laid you down. Your back met the mattress, and he pressed all his weight into you. His lips found your neck. He kissed there again and again. Soft presses that lingered. You giggled at his childlike affection. The sound was light and happy in the quiet room.

Toji smiled against your skin. "Love that pretty laugh of yours, Doll. Love you like this."

He stayed buried inside you, hands stroking your back. The kisses on your neck continued. You felt cherished and wanted in every way. Not just for your body. For all of you.

In the afterglow, he pulled back just enough to look at you, green eyes soft. "Never had this before. Not with anyone. Just you."

You cupped his face. Your thumb gently brushed over the scar at the corner of his mouth. "I know. And I'm not going anywhere."

He kissed you then, deep and slow. The kind of kiss that sealed promises without words. Women might still wonder about the man they once had. But none of them got this. None of them stayed. Toji couldn't ever inagine any of them replacing you. He never would.

His heart was here. With your tender hands in his hair. With your body wrapped around his. With the way you gave yourself so freely. Toji Fushiguro had finally found love beyond one night stands. And he was never letting it go.

-`♡´- Art By: @!hunnismokah

[torupng]

❝ PAY MY RENT ❞ .ᐟ

゛★ renter ! toji fushiguro has other methods of payment.

drabble .ᐟ ⋆ #non au ⋆ landlord!reader ⋆ p in v ⋆ toji pays rent by fucking you ⋆ fingering ⋆ oral ⋆ nsfw mdni 18+ art by ? (help)

you knock on the door of apartment 3b, arms crossed tight under your tits. the hallway smells like cheap takeout and stale cigarettes, same as always in a building this cheap. toji takes his sweet time answering, but when the door finally cracks open, there he is—shirtless, sweatpants hanging dangerously low, that ugly scar cutting through his smirk.

“landlord,” he greets, voice all lazy gravel. “back so soon? must be my lucky day.”

you sigh, shifting your weight. “cut the shit, fushiguro. rent’s two weeks late. again. i’ve got a mortgage on this dump, and if you don’t pay up i’m gonna have to evict you and for real this time. papers are already drawn.”

he leans against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest, green eyes dragging slow down your body like he’s sizing up a meal. “evict me? c’mon, sweetheart. you know i’m good for it… eventually. just hit a dry spell with jobs. that fat stack i owe ya? it’ll come.”

“yeah? with what money?” you glare, but your eyes keep flicking to the deep v of his hips. god, why does he have to look like that? your pussy already clenches at the sight of him, that traitorous bitch. “last month you said the same thing and i let you slide. i can’t keep carrying your broke ass.”

toji chuckles low, stepping closer so his shadow swallows you. “who said anything about carrying? we both know you got other ideas.” his hand brushes your hip, thumb hooking into your belt loop. “bet that pussy’s already remembering how i stretched it last time. screamin’ my name, creamin’ all over my cock… you really gonna kick me out when i fuck you this good?”

heat floods your face. because fuck, the guy’s not wrong. he made you cum harder than any sad, small dicked bastard ever did. you’re already getting wet just standing here. “fushiguro, i’m serious. i shouldn’t even be considering this again. you’re like a fucking walking red flag.”

“red flag with a fat dick though,” he shoots back, smirking wider as he tugs you inside and kicks the door shut. “c’mon, baby. one quickie and we’re square. i’ll even throw in eating that pretty cunt first if you ask nicely.”

you hesitate, pulse hammering between your legs, thighs pressing together. no use in denying him, you know you’re gonna say yes. “you’re such a fucking asshole… fine. but make it count this time. i want it rough.”

“that’s my girl.” he doesn’t waste a second—yanks your jeans down your thighs and spins you against the wall—your tits slamming against his cheap walls. his thick fingers shove into your soaked folds from behind, curling meanly, stretching you open with two digits right away. “shit, already drippin’. knew you were wet the second you knocked. greedy landlord comin’ for her rent in cum instead of cash.”

“shut up and fuck me,” you gasp, pushing back against his hand like some whore, mind spinning with how badly you need it. “stop teasing, t-toji.”

he laughs, dark and filthy, shoving his sweatpants down just enough to free that massive cock—thick, veiny, already throbbing and leaking precum at the tip. “bossy little thing. you want this dick so bad you’re willin’ to forgive two weeks of rent? pathetic.” he lines up and slams in raw, stretching you wide in one brutal thrust, the burn so fucking good it makes your eyes roll back. his fingers tangle in your hair, gripping hard and forcing your head back. you moan loud, nails raking down the wall as your cunt flutters and squeezes around his girth.

“f-fuck— toji, you’re so big— slow down a sec—” your thoughts are a mess, brain melting from how full he makes you feel, like he’s splitting you in half in the best way.

“nah,” he grunts, hips snapping hard, balls slapping your ass with every single punishing thrust he delivers. “oh i know you can take it. been thinkin’ about this tight cunt since last month. you’re squeezin’ me like you missed it.” he grabs your thigh, hiking it higher so he can pound deeper, grinding against your clit with every stroke, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing obscenely. “tell me how good it feels, landlord. say it.”

“it feels— shit— so fucking good,” you whimper, voice breaking as he rails you against the wall, your mind screaming yes, harder, ruin me. “don’t stop, please— right there, you dick—”

he smirks against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark while his arm puts you in a non-lethal chokehold, making you squeeze even harder around the thickness of him. “yeah? this what you need to forget about the rent? my cock rearrangin’ your guts?” his pace turns punishing, sweat slicking his chest as he fucks you like he owns you, hips slamming so deep you swear you feel him in your stomach. “cum for me then. soak my dick like the slutty landlord you are.”

he pulls out abruptly—making you moan at the loss of him—spinning you around and shoving you back against the wall so that he can see the fucked out look on his landlord’s face now. he grips one of your thighs and spreads you wide so he can push back in. you shatter hard as soon as he breaches you again with a rough thrust, pussy clamping down rhythmically around his thick cock, gushing all over him as your orgasm crashes through you, legs shaking, mind going blank with white-hot pleasure. toji growls, pulling out at the last second to stroke himself, thick ropes of cum splattering hot and sticky across your stomach and dripping down your thighs in messy streaks.

“thought you’d last longer than that,” he taunts, groaning with a sigh as he scoops his load off your stomach and flicks his hand so it splatters messily onto his floor. the dirty, uncivilized bastard. you don’t know if it’s gross or hot.

panting, he slaps your ass and steps back, that cocky grin returning. “rent’s paid. for now, at least. come back next month if i’m short again… i’ll bend you over the couch.”

you tug your clothes half-up on shaky legs, thighs sticky with his load, and shoot him a glare, still buzzing from how hard you came. “you said you’d eat it first, asshole.”

“greedy,” toji laughs, low and shameless, wiping sweat from his brow as he eyes the mess he left on you. “did i? must’ve slipped my mind once that cunt started squeezin’.” he sighs and drops to his knees anyway, yanking your jeans which weren’t even fully on back down and spreading your legs wide. “guess i owe ya one more. hold still, baby—gonna make you cum on my tongue before you leave.”

his mouth latches onto your cum-smeared cunt without hesitation, tongue dragging through the messy mix of his load and your juices, sucking greedily at your swollen clit before pushing deep inside you and fucking you with his tongue. you moan, fingers threading into his dark hair as he eats you like a starving man, the filthy wet sounds making your head spin. “f-fuck, toji— yeah, right there…”

he pulls back just long enough to smirk up at you, chin shiny with your juices. “taste even better mixed with my cum. happy now, landlord?” then he dives back in, tongue fucking deep, lips sucking hard until your legs shake and you’re coming again, whining his name as another orgasm rips through you, your fingers clenching so hard in his hair that a couple of strands come loose, mind lost in the overwhelming pleasure of his mouth.

only then does he stand, licking his lips and wiping his chin with the back of his hands. “now we’re square. get outta here before i decide the next month’s rent is due early.”

“yeah… yeah,” you breath out, pulling your clothes back on. you already knew you’d be back for more because shit—the guy might be a brokie, but he sure as hell knows how to fuck.

© torupng | all rights reserved.

[gojosconsort]

⌗　TOJI FUSHIGURO　/　伏黒 甚爾 mdni.　◞♡　toji sends you nudes the whole day

your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. it was barely past nine in the morning and you were already regretting not silencing it before your shift. the office did not offer much privacy so every vibration against your thigh made your stomach flip.

morning gorgeous. slept like shit without you.

he attached a mirror selfie. his broad chest filled the frame. you can see his dark happy trail disappeared into low black boxers, and that cocky smirk was aimed straight at the camera.

you typed under the desk: toji. i’m at work.

so? i’m bored and got aaaaalllll day to think about how good you looked riding me last night.

he sent a new photo. his boxers were shoved down. his thick cock rested heavy on his stomach. one big hand wrapped around the base. the veins were prominent. the tip was already shiny with precum.

heat flooded your face. you locked the screen and tried to focus on the spreadsheet. it didn’t work. by ten-thirty he was sending short videos—lazy strokes, low voice murmuring your name, “miss that pretty mouth, baby.”

you lasted until lunch before slipping into the single bathroom. the stall door clicked shut. another photo had arrived while you were walking: toji on his knees on the mattress, ass up, looking back over his shoulder with a wicked grin, scar on his lip pulled tight.

“fuck,” you whispered. your fingers were already under your panties when the next message popped up.

ignoring me? bad girl. gonna punish you when you get home.

with it he sent a close-up of his cock. precum dripped onto the sheets while his fist squeezed the flushed head.

you came fast and quiet, biting your wrist, then cleaned up and went back to your desk on shaky legs. the rest of the afternoon was pure torture. he kept spamming—texts about how bored he was, how he was just chilling, maybe playing games or napping. in your mind he was living that unemployed life he always joked about: cereal for lunch, no schedule, nothing but time to get himself off and send you the evidence.

the photos kept coming. him in the shower, water streaming down his muscular body. a fresh cumshot across his abs, voice note of him groaning your name. by four-thirty your panties were soaked through and your focus was gone.

shift over yet? been thinking about bending you over the second you walk in. got something nice and hard waiting.

he sent a last photo. he was sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide. his cock flushed and heavy in his hand.

hurry up, princess. daddy’s lonely.

you grabbed your bag the second the clock hit five. on the train you finally replied, you’re the worst. what did you even do all day??

nothing much. same old. miss you.

what you didn’t know—what he could never tell you—was that “nothing much” had been a silenced pistol in a warehouse across town, a clean headshot, and a thick envelope of cash now hidden under the floorboard at home.

toji wasn’t unemployed. he just played the part so you would stay soft and safe and none the wiser. he sent nudes instead of explanations, kept you wet and distracted at work, and waited for you to come home smiling, exactly like this.

you smiled at the screen, already wet again at the thought of walking through the door. if only you knew.

[liahcharms]

♱ in my restless dreams...

…I see that town. Silent Hill. You promised you'd come back again someday. But you never did. Well, I'm alone there now...

One wrong turn can truly cost your life. The map gets lost, roads loop around, and every sign leads to the same town. Empty and eerie, with a dull sound bouncing off the walls every night. A voice of your long-gone lover, whom you left years ago.

a part of slutty (slasher) summer

˖♱ ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Pyramid Head!Toji Fushiguro x Ex!Reader ꒱

˖♱ ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ Silent Hill AU :: not accurate with the game :: set in late 80s :: small town mystery :: horror :: yandere motifs :: obsessiveness :: possessiveness :: psycho ex Toji :: like PSYCHO :: guilt tripping :: manipulation :: blood :: murders :: mentions of past kidnapping :: side character's death (someone from jjk) :: memory loss :: reader is also a bit crazy :: rough sex :: belly bulges :: HEAVY breeding kink :: it's kinda nasty :: Toji is MONSTROUS :: like two meters tall and super heavy :: 10.6K WORDS ꒱

˖♱ ݁˖ notes: I pondered whether I should post this story. It seemed a bit too dark and bloody at first, and really freaky, but I decided it's a horror, so the horror vibe should be kept...

"I love you so much, baby."

His deep-voiced kisses warmed the skin of your neck.

"I love you so fucking much."

Big hands gripped your hips tighter. Massive body leaned towards your arched back, lips leaving drenched kisses along your spine.

"My beautiful girl, my love."

He moved your body with a brutal tenderness, letting another moan escape your throat. The darkness of the tiny room blinded your sight; the bed hit the old walls, the wood coming off with a pinching needle.

His warm breath mixed with your cries, chest pressed to your back, pounding with the warmth and maddening adoration. The deep thrusts made your spine tingle, eyes looking over your shoulder only to get covered by the petal kisses of his.

"Tell me how much you love me." He demanded, biting into your shoulder. "Baby, tell me you'll never leave me."

Your answer came through the thick fog, inaudible and incomprehensible. Whatever you said, he chuckled, a low groan in your ear.

You said something - a name.

But its letters fell into something unclear, confusing. Swelling your heart in an utterly familiar way, yet long-forgotten by your mind.

"I won't," you cried, feeling a strong arm wrap around your neck. "I won't leave, you…"

A low chuckle tickled your earlobe as the thrusts grew faster. More brutal, waving your body through the mattress, with a few little kisses of sunshine wrapping your holding hands.

"Wake up, baby," he whispered. "Wake up…"

"Hey, wake up!" Someone pinched your arm, immediately bringing you back from the deep slumber.

The car was rolling slowly along the forest road, all your friends arguing about something that was still understandable to your still-dizzy mind.

A low "Auch" slipped past your lips when Shoko accidentally hit your ribs with an elbow.

"Sorry," she sighed, bending double to check whether the thing they were all looking for was under the seat. "It's not here either."

Suguru, in the driver's seat, sighed and slammed his fist against the wheel. "Satoru, you're such an fucking idiot."

Cursing in the passenger seat, Satoru checked his bag again and again before opening the glove box. Long fingers searched through the condoms and stacks of cigarettes, still not finding the thing everyone was frantically looking for.

"I swear, I left it here," Satoru groaned, pointing at the box.

"What's going on?" You murmured, peeking at Shoko, pinching the bridge of her nose.

She sighed. "Satoru lost the map."

Your eyes widened and lips fell open as you shot a deathly look towards your friend. "What?! Satoru, please tell me you're joking!"

He looked over his shoulder. Milky hair brushed his forehead, and ocean eyes were already squinted in irritation. "I told all of you that giving me a map is not a good idea!"

Utahime, sitting next to Shoko, snorted, and Choso, with Yuki occupying the third row of the van, joined her with mumbled groans.

"Are you five? How could you lose the map?" Utahime groaned, pressing palms to her eyes. "Oh my god, so what now?"

You felt a shiver drip down your spine as the sizzling sun, which had burned your skin just moments before, slipped into a slumber and suddenly disappeared. Instead, a fog rose. It curled and wrapped around Suguru's old van, which was meant to take you straight to the campsite. The rest of the group should already be there, but you still had about two hours of driving.

"Look, the road can't be that fucking complicated," Yuki said, pulling herself up and resting her arms on your headrest. "Let's just drive straight until we find another petrol station. I'm sure they'll have some maps."

Suguru bit the inside of his cheek, cursing under his breath. "We're lost. I know it because that's the third time I've passed this car park."

Everyone leaned towards the right side of the car, following the small spot. The low, stony wall separated it from the slippery cliff overlooking a dense forest. A small body of water, a lake of some sort, peeked through the bending trees, yet the fog was too dense to see it clearly.

He stopped the van at the parking lot, no other soul around.

You wiped your eyes and yawned, opening the van's heavy door.

The air felt cold and crisp, sending shivers down your spine and pinching naked arms with little needles. You took the hoodie from your suitcase, pulling the soft, pinkish material over your top-clothed body. You stepped into the muddy pool in the white trainers, and a groany sigh slipped past your lips as you walked towards the stony wall.

Shoko joined you, a thin cigarette already lit between her fingers, before taking the first draw.

"I did not prepare clothes for such nasty weather," Utahime joined you, curling herself into Shoko's side. "Fuck, where the hell are we? It's been only an hour since we entered the forest. I was literally melting on that station."

Satoru and Suguru were still snapping at each other inside the car, while Choso and Yuki settled on the hood. With an old map from five years ago that was found in the trunk, they started scribbling a new one. They fought like an old couple, with Choso trying to draw neat lines and Yuki pointing her finger at the roads which were no longer used.

You chuckled, turning back to admire the heavy, misty view unfolding before your eyes. A gentle wind carried whispers, and an earthy smell tickled your nostrils. Your foot kicked the little pebble as it rolled and rolled, till it finally fell through the crack in an old stony wall. Trees whistled, a few branches creaking under the gentle mass of the rising fog.

"Are you okay?" Shoko's low voice suddenly brought you back.

Your head turned, a weak smile tugging on your lips. "Yeah, just a bad dream."

Grey smoke curled around her sweet face, brushed with long chestnut hair, slumber eyes trying to decode the restlessness beaming from your gaze.

"You were talking through your sleep."

Another pebble fell down the cliff as you kicked them one by one. Hands deep in the warm sweatpants, you thanked the god for wearing them instead of the shorts.

"Really? Sorry, sometimes it happens."

Shoko hummed, her voice laced with a hint of disbelief. Sometimes.

"You were repeating someone's name."

You bit the plush inside of your cheek, still looking down at your muddy shoes. A visible feeling of curiosity beamed off her eyes, while lips curled around the head of the cigarette. Another cloud of smoke mixed with the fog before she shyly, almost awkwardly, brushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

You could already sense her next questions. After all, you've been friends for the past four years, and she'd never heard the name you sometimes repeated in your sleep.

Years of sharing the rented apartment, years of hearing your wailings and cries, always leading to one word only.

"So," she started, helping you kick the pebbles through the crack in the wall. "Do you want to share who's To–"

"Hey everyone!" Choso suddenly called, immediately getting your attention.

Shoko's lips fell into an awkward line before she turned with a muttered curse. In the depth of your mind, you thanked Choso for the timing and whispered, "Sorry, let's talk later," to your dear friend.

"What is it?" Suguru asked, slamming his van's door.

Everyone walked closer to Choso and Yuki, crouching over the old map.

"Here," Choso's finger landed on a crossed mark. "That's where we currently are. And here is the road we should take," he traced the thin line, at some point going outside the forest.

"Great, then let's go," Satoru clasped, turning back towards the passenger's seat.

"Wait," Choso muttered with furrowed brows. "The problem is, this forest road was cut off years ago. We shouldn't even be here. In fact, after leaving the gas station, we were supposed to go here," his finger pointed at the road that went around the dense forest, far away from the coastline stretching behind your hunched backs.

A low fuck slipped past Suguru's lips as he gave a bitter laugh. Satoru took a step back, both hands high in the air – either ready to fight the wrath bubbling beneath Suguru's chest or trying to justify himself for the tenth time.

"I didn't tell you to go through the forest."

Suguru shot him a glare as he bit the soft inside of his cheek. The gentle wind brushed his dishevelled hair, and lavender eyes squinted at his friend.

"I know. I just naturally thought we were supposed to go this way," he squatted with a sigh, head hanging low between his slumped shoulders. "Should we go back to the station?"

"Actually…" Utahime's pitched voice slashed through the foggy air as she pointed her finger at something down the stony wall. "I see a silhouette of the church. Maybe there's a city we can check. I guess they will know the way out of the forest."

Choso's forehead wrinkled as he looked at the map more closely. Finger tracing the point you were supposed to be at, before a faint oh fell from his lips.

"You're right. There is some town here," his hazelnut eyes squinted, a few locks of long hair brushed the pale cheek. "But I can't read the name. There's a coffee stain."

He glanced up at Yuki's cherry cheeks.

"Sorry," she giggled. "I may or may not have spilt a few droplets on it this morning."

She kissed his cheek with a sweet pout before hugging the hoodie closer around her arms. The weather wasn't strictly cold, yet an unpleasant chill bit at everyone's skin, and a nippy fog gently hugged the shivering bodies.

There was something utterly grim yet beautiful about it. The way it floated with an unbothered air, as if gliding over the serene lake and the humming trees long before the dimmed light kissed the chilly earth. It rose high, hugging your ankles, calves, and thighs, as if slowly smooching your skin with frozen kisses.

It moved with you and changed with you, each step dissipating the weak puffs of hazy gloominess before it wrapped itself around you again.

You hid hands in the pockets before covering head with a hood.

"Should we go then?" Shoko sighed, squinting to see the pointed, crossed roof of the church. "Maybe they also have a new map."

A set of old wooden stairs led down towards the little town settled deep in the forest. You had no other option, so, with a heavy sigh, Suguru took a few things from the trunk.

"Here," he said, giving you, Choso, and Utahime a flashlight. "Try not to twist your ankle on this mud."

That said, he slowly walked down the stairs.

A drenched, narrow forest path led deeper into the woods. Trees bent and creaked wickedly over your bodies, humming the melody of long-forgotten memories. Each step rose a wet squelch into the air, as all of you walked in silence, following Suguru carefully.

He bickered with Satoru like an old couple, murmurs and hisses being the only sounds that mixed with the scrape of the old branches.

And as you walked, with each step wetter than the last and the narrow path nearing closer to the old church, something in your chest panged.

Head felt dizzy, almost heavy, as if the trees you passed, the leaves sticking to your shoes, the earthy smell and the old, stony church were a part of some distant memory. The one you tried to forget for a long, long time, as if your mind had simply erased it.

A name of some sort was at the tip of your tongue.

And the deeper you walked, the closer it was slipping towards your lips.

The silence stretched as you left the dense forest and walked next to the first glimmers of the town. Abandoned ranches, a windmill, a cemetery, a church that stood tall and spooky, towering over the gravelly road.

"Why is the fog getting denser?" Utahime shivered, trying to disperse it with her hand. "What is this place?"

Solely shadows and silhouettes appeared on the horizon, with a few more old ranches passing by as you walked deeper. There was no way to tell where you were or which way you were going – the land was cold and wrapped in fog, leaving no option but to immerse yourself blindly.

Something sinister hung in the air. Something that made your chest tighten and tongue fill the inside of the cheek, as if those two words you tried to remember were already tickling its tip.

"Is that a fucking cemetery?" Satoru muttered before he tripped over the small grave. "Fuck, sorry."

Suguru lit the way with the flashlight, casting a few flickers towards the old, long-forgotten tombs.

You've read them, one by one, each letter feeling almost familiar. As if some of them were already deeply carved into your mind, yet closed by a mysterious spell of some sort.

S… the name surely had an s…

"Choso, are you sure we're going the right way?" Satoru asked, instantly pulling a snort from Suguru's throat.

"That's rich coming from you," he muttered, ignoring his friend's deadly glare.

Choso lit the map, hazelnut eyes squinting as if trying to check your position. But as it was rather clear – he couldn't. For the town was simply too small and too unknown for the map to show its narrow, old roads exactly.

"We're on a good path. I guess."

"It's not like we have any other option," Yuki muttered, a grim tugging on her lips as she traced all the neglected stones. "But looking at this place, I'm not sure whether there's any civilisation."

And there was also an H… yes… S and H…

"A ghost town?" Shoko wondered out loud, lighting another cigarette. "That sounds fun."

Utahime, wrapped around her arm, trembling and shivering either from the cold or from fear, furrowed her brow. "Don't say that! This place is terrifying. I would much rather go back to the gas station."

S… hmm… S-s-s-s…

A light pinch to your arm brought you back from your thoughts, and you quickly looked at Shoko. She pushed Utahime towards Yuki, then slowed her pace and led you to the back.

"Are you okay? You're doing this again," she said, hooking her arm under yours.

Grey smoke mixed with the fog, its density only worsening. You didn't even notice she was observing your crazy, private murmurs to yourself all this time, and so a warmth kissed your neck.

"Just tired," you lied, sending her a weak smile. "It's just that…" I feel like I know this place. "I didn't get much sleep. I'm fine."

She pouted, taking another long drag. Her cheeks flushed sweetly beneath the chilly pinching, arms brushed yours. Lying to her felt horrible, nipping little needled into your aching chest.

Yet explaining the sudden fog that filled your mind seemed too difficult. First of all, it was something you wished to unravel yourself – this eerie sensation that tried to guide you towards a memory that warmed your heart with a pleasant flame.

Similar to the one you felt during the dream – hot and tender, with the name of the man who traced the loving kisses down your weeping spine.

The man who felt so familiar yet distant, plaguing your dreams for the past year. His face was never there, as if your mind had simply erased it.

"If you say so," Shoko sighed. "Oh, everyone. There's some board over there!"

All three lighters turned to a washed-green metal sign and… and your heart stopped.

"Silent Hill," Suguru read.

The air felt as if it had suddenly slipped into something heavier, colder, sending a wave of shivers through everyone's spines.

"Silent indeed," Satoru tried to relax the atmosphere, yet his pale cheeks turned cherry-red.

Silent Hill.

A soft, almost inaudible oh fell past your lips, yet everyone turned their heads to peek at your frozen, plagued-by-dread face.

With eyes bulging and lower lip trembling, you shifted your gaze from the old sign and looked farther towards the road. The fogged houses, abandoned and wrecked, looked so familiar. The mill, the church, the weeping willow hanging somewhere on the horizon. Long, slender branches weeping silently as the fog brushed them gently.

Something in your mind unlocked.

A memory of something, someone. And with it, the various sensations washed over you one by one. Dread of a sort, yet mixed with the passion that swelled your heart with the maddening, almost threatening temptation.

"What is it?" Shoko asked, squeezing your arm. "Do you know this place?"

A minute had passed before your short nod made everyone take a deep, whistling breath.

"It's my home," you mumbled, taking a step closer.

You walked slowly along the concrete road, with nothing but fog guiding you farther into the familiar, earthy smell swirling in the chilly air.

"Your home–"

Yuki started, but you quickly interrupted. "I was born here. I left this place five years ago, just before going for graduate school."

"Why?" Utahime tilted her head as everyone passed the old sign and followed you deep into the town.

You shrugged, passing the old university, now looking more deserted than ever. The old, creamy building was coated in dark smoke, as if someone had attempted to burn it.

Some memories, old and eerie, flashed through your mind, but you simply couldn't piece them together into a coherent picture. As if whatever happened here, in the town where you spent over twenty years of your life, was too scarring for your mind to remember.

As if the horrors you went through simply vanished from your memory, as if blotted out by the thick, unremovable marker.

You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the unpleasant sensation squeezing your heart.

"I don't know," you answered honestly. "My parents told me I had an accident just after finishing my bachelor's degree. I only remember my life after moving cities. Whatever happened here…" you sighed, seeing that the hospital, built of deep red brick, was also half-burnt. "I don't know. They never talked about it."

Suguru and Satoru looked into some old cars standing freely by the road, as if looking for any sign of life.

But it seemed that the city had been abandoned for a long, long time, leaving nothing but the mist and tattered buildings.

"I don't think we'll find anything useful here," Choso sighed, opening another car's door. "I just don't understand why everyone suddenly left. Some of those cars probably still work." He slipped inside and grabbed something. "You see? Someone's purse, with the ID and everything. Why would you leave it behind?"

It was quite clear that none of you wished to be here anymore. That the goosebumps rose on your skins and foggy breaths escaped with a shudder.

The air was slipping into something eerie, wicked – not quite cold, but tingling your spines with the sense that lingering here any longer would do you no good.

"We should go back…" Utahime whispered, cuddling into Shoko's arm. "I don't feel good here."

"Well, why won't we at least visit your old home? Maybe you'll find something to bring back your memories."

"And we also need a few more batteries," Suguru murmured, shaking his slowly fading flashlight. "Let's look around, okay? But please don't walk alone anywhere."

You didn't remember exactly where you lived. But it seemed that your feet did, as after a few minutes you all found yourselves standing beneath the crimson-brick gate of an old apartment complex. No more than five floors, with the weeping windows and wet ivy curling around the empty frames.

Another tingling ran down your spine, as if to let you know it was here. That was the place you called home five years ago. Before you woke up in another city, with hazy memories of a life so strange, your mind simply decided to leave it alone.

A small garden curled around the building. The withered trees hung over the grimy windows; ivy covered the full length of the black metal gate. You pushed it gently, sending a high-pitched creak through the air.

Leaves swirled in the thick mist, falling gently onto the grey earth as you took the first steps inside.

"I don't remember on which floor my apartment was," you murmured, opening the old, crimson door.

Leading you all right into the long building. The fog slipped around you, marking the old, dusty rugs covering the creaking wooden planks. The air inside smelled musty and damp, yet much warmer than the chill spiralling outside. As if the heating was still active, with warmth running through the pipes connecting the abandoned apartments.

Two pairs of stairs led towards different parts of the building, and so you all looked at each other with the what now painting your tensed faces.

"Okay, me, Satoru, Yuki and Choso will go and look for some batter," Suguru said. "You, Shoko and Utahime will try to find your apartment."

"That's not fair. Why is no man coming with us?" Utahime snorted, wrapping her jumper more tightly around her goosebumped shoulders.

Satoru chuckled and slipped, "Because you have Shoko," before a low ouch followed after the brunette hit the back of his head.

"Anyways," Suguru sighed, pulling Satoru to his side. Like a naughty child who always needed a trusted adult around. "Let's meet here in thirty minutes. And please, don't leave this building no matter what. If you get lost in this fog, then it's over."

With brief nods, all of you went your way. You, Shoko and Utahime, climbed the left side, as something deep in your gut, a sense of sorts, led you towards it.

And the truth was that – you didn't know what to expect.

Your memories were slowly returning. Of Brookhaven Hospital, of Rosewater Park just passed, of Heaven's Night Club, which seemed to whisper tricksters' hints, as if wishing you to remember all the evenings you spent there. Drunk and giggly, always hanging on someone's shoulder, never on the one who haunted your dreams.

And the man, whoever he was, seemed to be a piece of the larger puzzle.

His low voice still swirling at the back of your mind. Heavy body pressing against yours, as you lay in the small, cosy room. With the sun or rain or fog slipping through the cracked window, as the seasons outside changed through all within one dream.

Sometimes, he kissed you during winter.

Another time, fucked amid the dark, rainy autumn.

When the feverish heat coated your bodies with the sheen of sweat, he promised his life to you over the deep, summer night. With the grasshoppers peeking through the thin blinds, and your mind registering nothing but the pleasure he bestowed upon your slumbered body.

And the farther you walked into the building, the more you seemed to recognise.

Because the room from your dreams must've been here.

You walked up the second floor, taking careful, quiet steps and checking every apartment with a flashlight, each and every corner.

Sometimes, a mouse crossed your path. A cockroach warmed itself next to the heating radiator, while the yellow lights flickered over the long corridors. There were at least ten apartments per floor – each one you quickly checked, holding your breath as you walked in first.

Because after a while, being here felt almost natural. As if your body consciously remembered your way around. Fingers brushing the familiar handrails, flicking the creamy light buttons, walking the old, wooden stairs that creaked under your feet.

"It looks more like a hotel," Utahime murmured, checking herself in the hallway's dirty mirror.

"Because it was," you confirmed, walking up to the second floor. "But it was too expensive, and developers changed it into an apartment complex."

Shoko hummed, opening the first door of the second floor with a gentle push. "That would explain why it's so easy to get lost in here. And also, why some flats are so tiny."

You checked the second floor, then the third, and only when you went onto the fourth did your breath hitch.

Because at the very end of the corridor, a door was ajar.

With the warm, steady light spilling from the small crack.

The three of you looked at each other, each more scared than the other.

"Don't tell me…" Utahime started, her voice trembling as if she had walked a mile in the snowstorm.

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. "I think that's my apartment."

So you walked closer and closer and closer, each step careful and soft, as if you were afraid of awakening whatever resided inside the still-warmed flat.

And when you pushed the wooden door, nothing but a normal, cosy apartment spread before your eyes.

Opening right into the living room, with the sofa still intact and the crimson rugs hugging the clean floor. The kitchen, whose shelves seemed fine and almost full, with a soft buzz from the fridge filling the small space.

The little, round table stood in the middle, with a withered rose hanging low over the burnt candle.

You stepped inside, your eyes sweeping the place as if looking for the hint of life you had left there.

As if trying to see your past self spread on the green sofa. Or looking out at the garden from the balcony, with a cup of tea in your hand.

Maybe dreaming on the soft bed, filling the tiny bedroom fully. Till nothing but a single bedside table slipped neatly between the frame and the wall.

Your fingers brushed the slightly dusty dresser, and you noticed a few dusty pictures.

All of them showing you.

And a–

"Oh, was that your boyfriend?" Utahime gasped, grabbing one of them. "Oh gosh, so handsome!"

And handsome he was.

Much taller than you, with muscles bulging beneath the leather jacket and white T-shirt showing through his broad chest.

Short, raven hair brushed his forehead gently, ending just above the bottle-green eyes. Deep and lowered, looking right at your smiley figure, cuddled to his side.

A smirk tugged at his lips, and only then did you spot a nasty scar running across them.

He was… someone.

Someone dear, someone close, yet someone you should stay away from. The sheer sight of him made your heart swell with both inexplicable fondness and fear.

"I don't know," you muttered, brushing his face with your thumb.

Shoko was going through the search on her own, and when her frightened, trembling voice filled the silent apartment, both you and Utahime quickly made your way to her.

She sat at the kitchen table, with a few old newspapers lying on the wooden surface and her trembling fingers turning through them one by one.

A gentle, yellow light hung over her head, casting a soft glow on her bulging, chestnut eyes and fallen lips.

"I don't know who you were just talking about," she took a deep breath before turning one of the newspapers your way. "But if that's him, then your parents had a good reason to leave this town."

Your eyes traced a row of neatly printed letters. Turning into words of some sort, but the longer you read them, the less sense they made. They puzzled over a piece of something peculiar, almost eerie, that gave you a painful, pulsing headache.

Utahime gasped, covering her mouth with a hand.

Shoko sat frozen, following the changing expressions on your face, as you dropped onto another chair.

She said your name. Whispered, while Utahime placed a hand on your shoulder.

You didn't understand why.

Because the words on the paper, linking into a Five male students and one female bartender killed out of jealousy! still sounded incoherent.

And when your eyes moved onto another newspaper, the world started to swirl.

The jealous boyfriend strikes again – another three lives to mourn.

Kidnapping of the female student – the girl found after a week!

And when your eyes dropped onto the newspaper from five years ago, just a few weeks after you left – your breath hitched.

Murderer on the loose! The man who took the lives of eight male students and kidnapped his girlfriend escapes from jail.

And in each one of the articles, there was the same face.

The one who looked at you with unconditional love, as you nuzzled your cheek into his leather jacket and let the heavy arm wrap around your shoulder.

"Toji Fushiguro," Utahime read before giving you a quick look. "And the girl who was kidnapped…"

You nodded, still staring blankly at the piece of paper. "Yeah. That was me."

And yet you had no memories of the supposed days spent under lock and key.

No, but rather of something warm and fuzzy tickling your skin. Of the warm kisses peppering your neck, thighs, and breasts, as the same man hung over you, wrapping you in a protective embrace.

You couldn't tell, however, whether those were memories of sorts, or rather yet another dream that haunted your mind every single night.

A dream of you loving someone, and him loving you – in an utterly twisted, possessive yet true manner.

"Toji Fushiguro," the name spilt sweetly on your tongue, like a honeyed glaze that stuck to the inside of your cheeks.

Sounding familiar and almost lovable, ripping another large, foggy flake from your memory. And as it fell somewhere into the depths of your mind, the man's face, always hiding behind your arched back, suddenly became clear. The name you whispered in your dreams over and over again, stuck heavy to your throat.

Toji Fushiguro.

A man, a lover, a nightmare.

You bit the inside of your cheek, brushing with a thumb his printed face. Handsome, yet scarred with an intimidating look. Completely different from the voice that guided you sweetly in your dreams.

Before you could open your mouth, a loud, weeping scream filled the whole building, as if it were coming from the deepest, ripest parts of someone's lungs, sending a surge of shivers down your spine.

Shoko immediately stood up and walked towards the ajar door. She peeked through the little crack, as if waiting for another scream to bounce off the dark hallway's walls.

And when it came with the same intensity, you and Utahime joined her.

"It sounded like Yuki," Shoko whispered, lighting the old carpet with a trembling flashlight.

A shuddered breath escaped her throat as she tried to keep the hand steady. But it seemed impossible, with the metallic stench slowly rising above the floors and floating right your way.

"Should we check it?" Utahime asked, trying to hide herself behind the doorframe. "Let's find the rest and just get the hell out of this place. I'm going to start crying any second now.

And she was right, as her lip trembled in fear and fingers clenched Shoko's arm in a deadly grip.

You curled your hands into a fist and took a flashlight from Shoko's hands. "Follow me. There's a hallway linking both sides, we can join them through it."

In a slow, single file, you slipped out of the room, with Shoko gripping your arm and Utahime's muffled cries filling the silent corridor. Each of your steps left a creak as the carpet-clad floors wept under your trembling bodies.

The hallway felt never-ending, leading you through the darkness and ajar rooms – always empty and cold, very different from your still cosy apartment.

Something moved at the end of the corridor. Another weep pinched your spines, and this time, it wasn't Utahime.

All three of you froze in place when a few muffled voices came from a place nearby. Unpleasant whispers, dull sobs, sounding slightly familiar.

"Yuki?" You whispered, waiting a few seconds before calling, "Suguru?"

You took another step, although your two trembling friends made it almost impossible. Utahime didn't try to hide her tears anymore, weeping right into Shoko's hoodie. She, on the other hand, bit her lower lip hard, till a few droplets of crimson blood bubbled on her dry skin.

"Choso?" You whispered again, awaiting any sign that the voices you've just heard were not, in fact, your imagination.

Or something worse – unknown, eerie, befitting the mystery that hugged this town with the innocent, soft fog.

You took a few steps before something grabbed your arm and pulled all three of you into one of the rooms.

"What the–"

But before you could finish, someone's trembling hand covered your lips.

You would recognise that light hair everywhere. With chestnut eyes dancing madly and milky skin dirtied with some sticky liquid.

"S-shh-hh," Yuki whispered, pressing a crimson finger to her lips. "Don't s-say anything, f-fuck…" She quickly looked out the room before closing the door.

Someone gasped, and only then did you notice Choso sitting right next to her. Curled against the wall, with his head between his shoulders and muffled, low cries slipping past his trembling lips.

"Choso…" Shoko inhaled with a hiss before her trembling hand touched his shoulder. "Choso are you okay?"

When he looked up, all three of you froze.

With mouth agape and eyes wide as porcelain plates, he traced the crimson stench trickling down his cut eyebrow. His white shirt turned vermilion, and his lip trembled as he looked at your untouched state.

"So you didn't meet him, huh?" He whispered, grabbing Shoko's wrist. "The m-monster, you didn't see h-him?"

Utahime was already on the verge of tears, so she curled up in the room's dusty corner, her thighs drawn to her chest. Shoko ripped a piece of her T-shirt and pressed it to Choso's bleeding forehead.

"What monster? Where's Satoru and Suguru?" Shoko asked, trying to keep a cool, steady tone.

But you could see the sweat trickling down her creamy neck. Eyes darted between Yuki and Choso, one looking worse than the other.

A loud sob slipped past Yuki's lips before she quickly muffled it with her hand. Choso groaned, banging his head against the wall, trying to hold back the tears that were scratching his eyelids.

"They're gone," he said so quietly, you needed to take a second look at his face.

Shoko placed hands on his cheeks, keeping his head steady. "What do you mean gone?"

He didn't need to say anything, for the deep, miserable sigh that escaped his throat and Yuki's storming sobs were enough.

"They were in another room, looking for those f-fucking batteries, a-and…" Another muffled cry filled the chilly room.

"He got them," Choso finished.

"He?" You asked, curling fingers on your hoodie. "Who's he?"

"I don't know. He's massive, like a fucking monster. Wears a helmet of sorts, but it looks triangular. And carries this, I don't know, long, heavy knife," Choso buried hands in his hair, tugging on them with a painful breath. "He cut them as if they were a fucking slice of meat. Fuck, we barely managed to run away, but he's still somewhere here."

And before you could ask anything else, a loud bang sliced through the long corridor. Something heavy hit the old pipes, and the dull clatter rose into the stale air. Hit after hit, growing steadily closer, as whatever was causing it turned your way.

Yuki and Choso looked at each other with bulging eyes before flying towards the door. Through the small crack, they peeked their heads out for a second before closing it with a thud.

"Everyone hide," Choso ordered, frantically scanning the small room. "His sight isn't the best, but he has a real-fucking-good sense of smell. Hide somewhere here."

Shoko pulled the trembling Utahime from the corner, then moved them both behind the long, dirty curtains.

The deep night had fallen over the abandoned town, bathing the tiny room in darkness as deep as the midnight sky. The fog rose in thick layers, slipping through the cracks in the window sills. The rain lay a thin layer over the tall windows, painting them with cries and weepings, as if wishing to muffle your heavy breaths filling the lonely apartment.

The noise was growing louder as all of you hid in the darkest corners of the room – behind the curtains, deep inside the closet, and under the lone, thin bed.

Yuki and Choso curled together beneath it, while you breathed in the old, musty air of the dresses waiting patiently in the closet. Sweat trickled down your neck, lungs squeezed, head pulsed.

Not in pain, but rather a strange feeling that pinched your heart in such an unsettling manner.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor as someone began kicking in the doors to the apartments one by one. Looking inside for a few minutes before moving to the next, and next, with the dull, metallic noise cutting the vermilion carpet.

A low groan accompanied each step, as if the monster mumbled something under his nose.

A word… a name.

Sounding familiar yet so strange, only when he stood under your door did you recognise that it was indeed a name of yours.

A faint oh god, fell past Utahime's lips before Shoko quickly pressed her hand to shut her up.

Because the moment your room opened – everyone held their breath.

You peered through the little crack in the closet and pressed a hand to your lips. A shaky, teary gasp filled your tiny space as you saw a monster walking inside the room.

At least two metres tall, with shoulders barely fitting through the door frame and a single dirty cloth wrapped around his hips. A large, triangular helmet covered his panting face, while a vein-bulging hand dragged a long knife. Heavy, covered in vermilion liquid dripping onto the floor.

The stench of blood swirled in the air, mingling with a heavy, musky fragrance that tickled your nose. His footsteps shook the floor; beefy arms squeezed through the entrance as he stood in the middle of the room, looking around it at a slow, unhurried pace.

Your name once again fell off his lips, followed by a muffled baby baby baby, stuck in his mind like a mantra. A low, groany voice deepened the density of the aura he spread around himself.

And then… the massive, crimson helmet turned your way.

He took a deep breath, as if following the smell that slipped past the closet's cracked door.

He has some real-fucking-good sense of smell, you remembered Choso's words and gasped.

His steps were slow, rather crooked, as the long blade bent his back in an utterly strange way. The muscular, wide chest was covered in a thin layer of sweat, yet the fragrance smelled rather pleasant.

Familiar.

"Baby," his muffled groan slipped from beneath the helmet.

You knew this voice – low, raspy, lined with the tenderness that contradicted the pulsing dreadfulness it drew beneath your chest.

The same softness that haunted your dreams.

Your hand pressed against the door, eyes following his body as it came closer. And closer, and closer, until the musky smell hit your nostrils much harder as he grabbed the old closet door.

He didn't just open them, but tore them from the hinges with a single pull. Till nothing but a few pieces of wood hung loosely, exposing your small figure curled between the flowery dresses.

"T-To–"

But before you could finish, his fingers curled around your neck.

Pulling you closer, until you needed to stand on your toes to match his eye level. Although it was difficult to tell where his eyes were, as he hauled you right in front of his triangular helmet.

You've never felt such strength. Deathly, monstrous, overpowering you in every sense, with fat fingers gripping your throat.

"T-Toji…" you coughed again, dragging your nails over his beefy forearm. "Toji i-it's me."

His head tilted, as if trying to register your words.

You wriggled beneath his grip, twisted and squirmed, feeling pulsing blood slowly hitting your head.

A moment passed before he set you free, letting you fall back into the closet. But not for long, as a second later his arms curled around your waist and the world suddenly turned upside down.

You were hanging off his shoulder, with head dangling high in the air till you could see nothing but his blade dragged dully across the carpet.

You've noticed Shoko's bulging eyes mingling beneath the crisp moonlight. Yuki's arm trying to wriggle itself free from beneath the bed, until Choso quickly pulled her back in.

Everyone heard the monster whisper your name.

So everyone was ready to leave you be and save their own life.

And for that matter, you didn't mind it. As the long-gone feelings that had stayed locked deep within the confines of your heart suddenly spilt through the tiny cracks.

Your body hung swaying as the monster walked along the corridor. Towards the only apartment that was still brimming with life, as if cared for and tended to for years, waiting for your comeback.

When he passed the entrance and closed the door with a thud, you waited for your feet to touch the floor.

But instead, he dragged you to the bedroom, throwing you onto the soft bed. Your back bounced off the mattress as you tried to squirm into the farthest corner of the room.

He didn't let you go, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back in. Until you gasped, feeling his massive hands hook under your thighs, only to fold you in half.

"Take it off," he mumbled, dragging the end of his metal helmet along your trembling chin. "Take it off, baby."

You bit the inside of your cheek, grabbing the heavy, triangular helmet with both hands. The bloody stench dropped down the floor together with a loud clacker, filling the rain-peppered bedroom.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as the fog covering the face that appeared in your dreams every single night finally melted away your sealed memories.

The face of the only man you have ever loved loomed over your head.

With emerald eyes tracing the softness of your skin, gleaming in the chilly moonlight filtering through the blinds.

You trembled when he lifted his fingers to brush your cheek.

"My baby," he whispered, a low groan hitting you with a blooming warmth. His massive body fully blocked the only moonlight spilling in, bathing you in heat radiating from his chest. "It's been so long since I've lost you."

You didn't know what to do with your hands, but as he nuzzled his face against your breasts, you wrapped them around his neck. Tugging gently at raven hair, damp against his skin.

"Tell me you missed me," his fingers dug deeper into your thighs, as he pressed them against your chest. "Baby, tell me you thought of me this whole time."

But answering him was much more difficult than you expected, with fear and dizziness knotting deep in your neck. Only a soft pant slipped past your lips as he kissed your neck gently, licking the sweaty skin with a groan.

"W-why did you kill them?" you finally asked. "My friends…"

He knew who you were talking about, and chuckled, pulling away slightly, just to get a better view of your lovely face, with softly pouted lips and big eyes, looking up at his massive frame in panic.

"Because they wanted to take you away from me," He grinned. "Why the sad face, baby? Were they someone special for you?"

You bit lower lip, but he quickly pulled it down from between your teeth. "Answer me, baby. Were they someone special?"

"Y-ye–"

But Toji tilted his head, quickly cutting you off. "I would think twice before answering, baby."

You felt his fingers playing with the hem of your trousers. Fat digits, slowly, slowly slipping them off your hips. He used one hand to straighten your knees and roll the tracksuit swiftly, while keeping the other on your belly. Heavy and strong, pressing you into the mattress with a force you had no chance against.

The fear froze you in place as his fingers slipped beneath the hoodie.

"You don't want to make me angry, baby. Remember, some of your friends are still here," he muttered, warm breath tickling your earlobe. "Were the men I killed anyone special to you?"

"N-no," you sighed when one of his fat fingers brushed the hem of your bra. "No t-they weren't."

You wriggled beneath his massive body as he folded it in half again. He lifted your hips off the mattress and pressed himself against you with his full, crushing weight. A soft moan slipped past your lips as he tore your bra with a single pull.

Toji hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your chin. "You should be happy I didn't kill your parents, baby," Teeth bit the soft spot just beneath it, forcing you to tilt your head back. "That I was still in jail when they took my girl away from me."

Fear, panic and anxiety mixed with the waves of pleasure he sent through your body. With fingers pinching the perked, naked nipples, and teeth grazing the soft skin of your neck.

You voluntarily lifted your hands, allowing him to pull off your hoodie in one swift motion. Leaving you bare and sweating – splayed beneath his massive body, with nothing but a bloodstained leather tunic wrapped around his hips.

The panic echoed through your mind, but the body acted as if it longed for the touch that used to make your head spin from pleasure. Willingly working with his fingers, melting softly beneath the tender touch and kisses, his soft lips peppered you with.

"Those men…" You mumbled, recalling his face plastered to all the major news from five years ago. "The kidnapping. I don't remember anything."

Toji pulled away, his squinted eyes observing your face closely. As if looking for any signs of deceitfulness.

"What do you mean?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, when he leaned over your chest, wrapping lips around one of the perked nipples. Sucking it gently, with a tongue swirling the sensitive bud and giving it a soft bite.

"M-my memory, mhm," your eyes fluttered, feeling his hips press against your soaked panties. "T-tell me, what happened here?"

The stench of vermilion blood still covered his skin, painting it in dripping red strokes. The blood of your dearest friends, most surely.

He ripped your drenched panties off, using the flimsy material to wipe himself clean. Letting your lingerie soak the remains of the people you spent your past few years with.

You didn't dare to move. Didn't dare to fight.

Just allowed yourself to melt under his fingers slipping down your belly, towards the clenching, fluttering cunt that drenched your inner thighs with the nasty, sticky juices.

It felt utterly inappropriate. To feel the lustful flame biting your flesh while spreading yourself beneath the man who had killed your friends just a few minutes earlier.

The roll of your hips in desperate waves, tugging harshly at his raven hair sticking to his neck.

But he was the man you, supposedly, loved dearly those years ago, and it was no surprise that your body, heart, and soul pulled you towards him in weeping despair.

"That female bartender," you gasped, as his finger brushed your trembling clit. "T-toji, wait, please tell me–"

"Shhh," he licked the long stripe between your breasts, across your chest, up your neck, until his lips met yours in a messy, metallic kiss. "My pretty girl. You truly don't remember, hm?"

Your head shook, and lungs desperately gasped for air, as he put his massive weight on your body. Till the mattress dipped beneath your back and a few bedsprings pinched your spine.

"You killed her," he whispered, tugging slightly to keep an eye on the surprise twisting your face. "That's right, baby. You killed her because she flirted with me in the club's bathroom. And I only took the blame for you. After all, I never denied killing those eight fuckers, and another victim didn't make much difference."

Another big slab of memory slipped back into your mind.

From years ago, with a girl, tracing kisses up Toji's neck, as he tried to push her away. Her fingers on his bulging jeans, hand wrapping around the biceps.

You, waiting for her at the club's back door, till she walked out alone and had the misfortune of meeting you.

Her head smashed with a heavy stone, as you huffed and puffed over her body, a rage still bubbling in your veins.

And then Toji appeared – always lurking somewhere around, never out of your sight – hugging you from behind. "She made my baby angry, hm?"

You pouted, turning in his embrace. Eyes looking up to meet his, drenched fingers brushing his cheeks. "I didn't like the way she touched you."

He giggled, nuzzling into your soft palm. He kissed it tenderly, allowing a stench of blood to coat his gentle lips. "That's okay, baby. No one can ever take you away from me. I'm forever yours."

The memory slipped into your mind suddenly, almost like an intrusion, sparking a surge of panic and anxiety that filled your heart with a painful throb.

You killed someone.

You killed a woman, only because of your foolish jealousy.

And the man hanging over you took the blame because there was nothing, ever, he wouldn't do for his precious girl.

"I missed you so fucking much," he connected your maws again, pulling your lower lip with a soft groan. His finger scooped the honeyed juice sticking to your clenching folds, as another filthy moan hit your cheeks. "I bet you taste delicious, hm?"

A shuddering cry fell past your lips, as you felt his fat finger trying to squeeze itself through your tight, wet hole. Sticky juices coated his skin like a spiderweb, yet your clenching muscles were too shut to let his finger in.

"Baby, you need to relax," he chuckled, peppering kisses down your chin.

Through neck, breasts, staying a bit longer to suck on your perked nipples, before biting a small roll of your belly and finally kneeling in front of your spread legs.

"I won't be able to fuck you if you won't open up," emerald eyes followed your tightly shut cunt, before moving up to glance at the warmth hitting your embarrassed cheeks. "It's been so long, hm?" his warm breath smooched your trembling clit. "No one has touched you for the past five years, right, baby?"

Your head nodded in panic as a sly smile tugged at Toji's lips. "N-no one, I-I thought I was a virgin…"

And because the past few years of your life had been nothing but a misty memory, you frankly thought of yourself as fully inexperienced in sexual pleasures. With only lustful dreams plaguing your nights, of a man who currently looked up at you from between your spread legs.

"Truly, baby?" he sniffed your leaking cunt, shifting the air with a loud groan. "Because when I kidnapped you, we did nothing but fucked for a whole week," his fat finger once again tried to push through your walls, only to send a crying moan from your throat. "I filled you with so much cum, we were sure you would walk out pregnant," scarred lips finally pressed to your clit, swirling the trembling button with a drenched tongue. "My sweet baby, you were always crying so prettily on my cock. Come on, open yourself for me."

He sucked, licked, and kissed your puffy clit, with soaked fingers slowly stretching your sealed walls. The muscles wrapped around his digit in an almost painful manner, and he hissed, feeling how tight you truly were.

Your back arched from a pleasure washing over your spine, as he swirled his tongue all over your weeping cunt. Sucking gently on a clit, biting the swollen lips, drinking the spilling juices like a madman, till the sweetness of your pussy marked his whole face. Cheeks and chin, both smeared in the sticky cum, as emerald eyes rolled back at the creaminess spilling over his taste buds.

"I missed you so much, my love, my baby," Toji moaned, pulling you closer to his face. One meaty palm fell over your belly, while two fingers of another tried to slip inside your clenching pussy. "You have no fucking idea how angry I was when they took you. Fuck," another groan of his pinched your spine with a trembling pleasure, as your back arched. "I killed them all."

You glanced down at his wet forehead, brushing away a few strands of hair sticking to creamy skin. "Who?"

He groaned when you tugged on his hair. "Everyone. I killed everyone for taking you away from me. For locking me up and letting your parents take you, God knows where."

The abandoned hospital, burnt university, destroyed ranches – he killed them all.

And as much as you wished to feel some sympathy, all the lost memories were slowly flooding your mind.

The days spent in Toji's pleasure, with his maniacal, possessive love, were flooding your mind again. His jealousy and territorial control led to so many unnecessary deaths.

Some of them caused by your hands.

"Good," you suddenly whispered, feeling an overwhelming, blinding pleasure bubbling in your loins. "Mhm, Toji–ah–that's o-okay."

His fat fingers barely slipped inside your cunt, lips worked on your swollen clit with a groan sending tremblings through your sensitive bud. He kissed and licked and sucked your pussy with an almost devoted passion, massive hand pressing your lower belly to the mattress.

You spread your legs farther, allowing his wide shoulders to paint red the insides of your thighs.

"Yeah?" he muttered, slowly looking up. "Are you happy, baby? I punished them all. Just for you."

When his fingers slipped deeper, your head fell back, and a bubbly moan escaped your tightened throat. "F-fuck, am so happy–ahhh."

Your hips rolled against his plastered tongue, chasing the pleasure slowly splashing in your lower belly.

But you didn't want to cum like that. Not on his tongue, when you've already noticed the meaty cock stretching his leather tunic.

And so you placed a foot on his forehead, pushing his starving mouth away. Your sticky juices dripped from his chin, hearts dancing in the emerald eyes, plagued only by the longing and desperation to eat his pretty girl alive.

"Don't test me, baby," he muttered, kissing the sole of your foot. "I've been waiting for you five years. Do you know what it does to a man?"

But you could only smile – slyly, cheekily, as if the girl from five years ago were slowly slipping back into your body – and roll onto your belly. Just to lift your hips and spread your cheeks with one hand.

The droplets of cum oozed from your tight cunt, landing softly on the drenched mattress. The sudden surge of boldness smooched your neck with warm kisses, leaving you bare and trembling right in front of your lover's eyes.

"I don't wish to test you," you muttered, still a bit shyly, avoiding his heavy gaze. "Just please, fuck me already. I want to cum on your cock."

He hummed and stood up. His head almost brushed the ceiling, and his massive body cast a large shadow over your trembling figure. He ripped the leather tunic off his hips with one pull, leaving you completely breathless.

The sudden confidence… suddenly disappeared.

And instead, panic rose in your chest as you saw the hanging monstrosity he had been hiding all this time.

Too heavy to stick to his abdomen, yet stony hard and oozing with musty precum. The bluish veins curled around his fat, pulsing shaft, and the reddened head was ready to burst any second.

Before you could change a position, suddenly feeling that this one felt too intimidating and deep, his hands grabbed your hips and pressed them to his hanging length.

"What happened, baby? You were so confident just a mere seconds ago," Toji chuckled, feeling the heat of your cunt against his cock. "I wanted to stretch you a bit longer, but if you're sure that it's not needed…"

He grabbed pulsing head, drenching it in your juices. It already felt heavy, monstrous, as he smooched your tight entrance with the biting heat that spread all over your swollen pussy.

"N-no, wait–" you tried to push him away, but he quickly pressed you to the mattress with one hand.

A massive palm landed on your back, locking you in one position – with hips high up and nipples brushing the bedding. You begged and wriggled, feeling his massive body tremble with laughter.

"Shhh," he bent over, kissing your spine. "Take a deep breath, baby. You brought it upon yourself."

His massive cock poked on your entrance. Pulsing head squeezing through the tight rim of your muscles, getting itself drenched in your honeyed juices. Your walls squeezed his shaft with a painful pleasure, letting a low groan slip past his lips.

"Toji, you're too big–mmm," a muffled cry hit the pillow, as his hand still kept you pressed to the mattress. "I can't–"

"No, baby," he chuckled, yet a few droplets of sweat bubbled on his forehead. "You can. And you will. I haven't cummed in five fucking years. Do you know how much I've been holding up for you, hm? I hope you came hungry, because today I'll be stuffing you full."

The grip of your cunt was simply maddening, almost tormenting, and if he didn't bite down his lower lips, he would already tear your sweet cunt with a lone thrust. But instead, he slowly pushed in, taking a deep breath as his head fully slipped in.

Thick shaft swabbing your insides, his hand sliding down to feel himself through your belly. Palm pressing the shivering muscles, as he pushed, and pushed, forcing inch by inch into your weeping cunt.

Completely deaf to your sobbing when you tried to pull yourself off his massive cock.

"Toji, please, fuck, that's–ahhh," you attempted to turn your head back, but his hand between your shoulder blades was keeping you in place.

"Just a minute, baby," he hummed, feeling his cock, slide through the tightness of your cunt. Your belly bulged with his thickness, sending another ruffling chuckle through his chest, and a crying moan out of your lips. "I'm almost here. Arch yourself a bit more, hm? Let me hit that sweet spot of yours."

You did as he ordered, hugging the pillow he pressed your face to.

"That's right, my good girl." His fingers opened your pussylips to see the nasty mess coating his length. "Don't tell me you hate it, baby. Your pussy is sucking me in. And I know that if I do this," he suddenly, without a warning, pushed his full length in, drawing a weeping scream from your throat. "You will immediately cum."

And he was right, because the moment his fat, bursting head hit your womb, and fingers pinched your clit – you cummed all over the mattress. Drenching it in crystalline juices, as a wave of pleasure washed over your quivering spine.

He didn't stop. Didn't wait for you to calm down after the first orgasm.

Instead, his thrusts became brutal, almost inhumane, as he pounced on you like a savage monster. With one hand still rolling your clit, he leaned over to lick a filthy strip of your sweat-coated skin. Teeth biting deep into your shoulder, as you cried pitifully, feeling his cock rearrange your insides.

"What's wrong, baby?" He chuckled, noticing a warmth creeping up your neck. "You still want me to pull out?"

Your head shook, teary eyes glancing back at his handsome face. "You're so mean."

Yet your hips started to willingly hit against his, chasing the hefty smooches of his leaking head that swelled your womb. The fat shaft filled you with maddening fullness, hitting all sensitive bumps inside your pussy. Soft walls clamped down on his cock, as if desperately trying to keep it in place.

But Toji's hips were stronger, faster, as he pulled his cock out, till nothing but his tip was still getting sucked by your sweet cunt, only to slam it back and force a moany cry out of your lips.

"Yeah baby, I'm so fucking mean," the sweat glazed his forehead, a few droplets trickling down his massive back. "And I'll be so mean while stuffing your poor belly full. You're not leaving this room until I get you fucking, pregnant."

You moaned, rolling your hips to feel more of his monstrosity brush against your sweet spot. Eyes rolled back and mouth agape, a thread of crystal spit trickling down your chin.

Toji laughed, seeing your fucked-out face drooling into the pillow. "And you're going to thank me for it, right, baby?"

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently nodded your head. "Yeah, my sweet girl. You're not leaving my side ever again."

His hips hit you faster, more brutally, making your back twist into a painful arch and your feet curl, as another wave of pleasure already pinched your lower belly.

"Try to run away, and I'll promise you'll never see the sunlight again."

His cock pounded you madly, and you could swear that it somehow, suddenly, swelled. Becoming even thicker, fatter, till your poor womb cried from the brutal madness of his leaking head and fluttering walls tried to stretch under its sudden growth.

"Tell me how much you love me," he ordered, biting gently on your earlobe. "Come on, baby, tell me how much you missed me."

His massive body pressed you into the mattress; air barely slipped past your compressed lungs, yet a muffled, "I love you–ahhh–T-toji I love you s-so much," still forced its way out of your lips.

"I-m going to, mmm, Toji fuck–"

He chuckled, rolling your clit between his fingers. Cock ravishing your pussy brutally, another wave of cum already splashing in your lower belly, as he put all his massive weight onto your poor, trembling body.

The fat shaft sat heavily inside the sweet warmth of your cunt, nuzzling itself deep against the swollen womb.

And within another second – he finally came.

Or likely burst, painting your insides white, with thick, hefty spurts of sticky seed, filling the little belly pouch. Stuffing your womb full, just as he promised, till the cum started leaking past the veiny shaft swallowed fully by your weeping pussy.

Trembles after trembles flooded your spine, as he whispered sweet little nothing to your crying cheeks. Kissing away the salty droplets, before he rolled you over and folded you in half.

"Toji, it hurts," you mumbled, yet still softening from pleasure under his touch.

He didn't need another minute, not even a second, as his cock hardened a moment after seeing your puffy, lovely face.

"What hurts, baby?" He cooed, licking your soft cheeks. "Tell me, what's the matter?"

You pressed your hand to your lower belly, feeling the waves of his cum splashing inside your pulsing womb. "It's too much. Mhmmm, Toji, I can't do it again."

But he simply didn't give you any mind. Knowing how much pleasure you always took from being manhandled like a rag doll. Getting stuffed full, till the nausea hit your throat from the taste of his cum and cunt leaked for whole weeks.

And if you haven't remembered it yet, he simply needs to remind you.

So he did – over and over again. Until you truly became nothing but a doll, liquefying in his beefy arms and weeping sweetly as you rode his massive, gut-turning cock. And although your face was swollen from constant sobbing, your heart swelled with maddening, almost terrifying adoration.

Or a torment, maybe, towards a man whom you should rather hate than care for.

A monster, a nightmare, a beast.

Your most dearest lover.

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PAINT ME YOURS

painter!toji x rich!reader modern au fluff slow burn

synopsis: a broke toji is desperately in need of a job, when he gets assigned to paint your fancy house; he ends up with an odd feeling in his chest ＞ω＜ wc 3.4k

toji had been struggling with money for the past few months. after quitting his job at the docks, he'd been bouncing from one odd job to another—construction, moving furniture, even some sketchy night shifts at a warehouse that paid under the table. but none of it stuck long enough to keep the bills from piling up.

“giselle,” he muttered into his phone, pressing it between his ear and shoulder as he rolled a cigarette between his fingers. he was currently on the phone with his boss, a woman who ran a small contracting business and who he knew would give him work when she could. “i need somethin’. anything.” the line crackled for a second before she sighed.

“luck’s on your side today,” she said, sounding amused. “got a client with a big house in the hills—needs the whole exterior repainted. you ever held a brush before?” toji scoffed, flicking his lighter open and letting the flame catch the end of his cigarette. “obviously? who do you think i am?” he groaned into the speaker, “a dumbass who can’t keep a job if his life depended on it, obviously.” an annoyed giselle replied, and he resisted the urge to cuss her out.

and that is how he ended up at your doorstep at 7:30 in the morning, cigarette dangling from his lips, a dented ladder slung over one shoulder, and the distinct air of a man who had not slept enough. the house was—well, it was something. sprawling, white-walled, with manicured hedges framing the walkway like something out of a magazine. toji blinked at it, exhaling smoke through his nose. “rich people,” he muttered, then flicked the cigarette into the gravel before knocking.

the door swung open before his knuckles could make contact a second time, and—shit. he wasn’t expecting you. he had found many women pretty before, but none of them had ever made his brain stutter to a halt like this. your hair was mussed from sleep, your sweater slipping off one shoulder, and your eyes still heavy-lidded from waking up too early. toji’s mouth went dry.

“you’re the painter?” you asked, voice still rough with sleep, and he realized he’d been staring too long. he cleared his throat, adjusting the ladder on his shoulder like it could hide the way his pulse had kicked up. “yeah. toji. 's a pleasure to be workin' on your…” he gestured vaguely at the house behind you, “...mansion.”

you snorted, leaning against the doorframe. “it’s not a mansion. just a house.” he raised an eyebrow at the four-car garage peeking out from the side. “uh-huh.”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, stepping aside to let him in. “come in! we can have some tea while i tell you my plan for the colors.” toji hesitated at the threshold, suddenly hyperaware of his scuffed boots against your pristine hardwood floors. “uh, i should probably keep ‘em off,” he muttered, nodding at his shoes. “don’t wanna track dirt.” you waved a hand dismissively, already padding toward the kitchen. “please, like i care. it’s just floors.”

toji blinked, then toed off his boots with a quiet thud, following you through the foyer. the inside of the house was just as intimidating—high ceilings, art that probably cost more than his entire life savings, and a kitchen that looked straight out of a home renovation show. he resisted the urge to whistle, shoving his hands into his pockets instead. “so,” he said, leaning against the marble countertop while you filled the kettle. “what’re we paintin’? pink? neon green? some artsy shit with triangles?”

you laughed, the sound warm and effortless, like you’d done it a thousand times before. “god, no. something pastel, but not too boring. maybe a soft sage green?” you turned to face him, hip resting against the counter as the kettle began to hum. “you think that’d look good?”

toji shrugged, but his eyes traced the curve of your fingers around the mug you handed him—chipped at the rim, clearly well-loved despite the rest of the house’s perfection. “sage green’s fine,” he said, the steam from the tea curling between them. “better than that beige shit rich people usually pick.”

you grinned, nudging the sugar bowl toward him. “bold of you to assume i’m rich.” he snorted, pushing it away with a shake of his head. “bold of you to assume i don’t got eyes.”

the banter came easy, surprisingly so. toji wasn’t used to clients who laughed at his jokes instead of stiffening at his rough edges, but you just sipped your tea like this was normal—like he wasn’t some underpaid laborer tracking sawdust onto your million-dollar tiles.

because of this, he was looking forward to the first day of painting, which was weird—normally, he hated painting. it was tedious, messy work that left his shoulders aching and his hands stiff. but something about the way you'd leaned against the counter, your socked foot nudging his boot under the table like you'd known him forever, made the idea of spending hours on a ladder outside your house feel... different.

the morning sun was already warm when toji unloaded his supplies from the back of his truck, the paint cans clanking together as he hauled them onto the driveway. he could hear the faint sound of music drifting through an open window—something jazzy and low, the kind of thing he’d never admit to liking but couldn’t help tapping his fingers along to.

you appeared at the front door, holding two mugs. “brought you coffee,” you said, handing one over. “figured you’d need the caffeine.” he took it, fingers brushing against yours just long enough to notice how warm they were. “you’re gonna spoil me,” he muttered before taking a sip—black, no sugar, exactly how he liked it. he blinked. "how’d you know?"

you shrugged, sipping your own drink—something creamy and sweet-smelling that made his nose wrinkle. “lucky guess.” he didn’t believe you, but he let it slide, opting to stretch his arms over his head instead. “alright, where do you want me to start?”

“the trim first, maybe?” you gestured toward the eaves, already pulling your hair into a messy bun. “i’ll help. i’ve got nothing better to do today.”

toji nearly choked on his coffee. “you’re helpin’?”

“yeah? it’s my house.” you grinned, already grabbing a brush from his toolbox like you hadn’t just upended his entire understanding of rich people. “unless you’re too proud to let me.”

he scoffed, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. “pride’s got nothin’ to do with it. just never met a client who wanted to get paint in their hair.”

“first time for everything,” you said, and then you were climbing the ladder beside him, close enough that he could smell your shampoo—something floral, but not overpowering, the kind of scent that lingered in the air after someone left a room.

the work was slow, methodical. toji usually rushed through jobs like this, but today, he found himself taking his time, making sure each stroke was even. you didn’t talk much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable—just the occasional hum along to the music, the scrape of brushes against wood, the way your elbow bumped his when you reached for the same spot.

at one point, you leaned back too far, wobbling on the ladder, and toji’s hand shot out to steady you, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. “careful,” he said, voice lower than he meant it to be.

you didn’t pull away. "thanks," you murmured, your pulse jumping under his thumb.

the afternoon heat settled heavy over the house, making the paint dry faster than toji liked. he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a faint smear of sage green across his temple. “you’re gonna ruin that sweater,” he muttered, nodding at the paint splatters creeping up the cuff of your sleeve. you shrugged, dipping your brush back into the tray. “it’s just a sweater.”

“so,” you said suddenly, breaking the quiet, “why painting?”

toji paused mid-stroke, brush hovering over the trim. “why painting?” he echoed, voice rough from disuse. he hadn’t expected the question—clients usually didn’t care about the why of him, just the how fast. he shrugged, dipping the brush again to hide the way his fingers tightened around the handle. “needed the cash. ain’t exactly picky these days.”

“needed the cash,” you repeated, voice softer than before, like you were turning the words over in your mouth. toji kept his eyes on the trim, but he could feel your gaze on him, warm and steady as the sunlight. “that’s it?”

he shrugged again, the motion tight. “what else is there?”

you didn’t answer right away. instead, you leaned back against the ladder, brush dangling from your fingers, and looked out over the yard—the hedges, the fountain bubbling quietly near the porch, the way the light filtered through the leaves of the oak tree shading the driveway. “i don’t know,” you said finally. “something that makes you happy, maybe.”

toji barked out a laugh, the sound rougher than he meant it to be. “happy’s a luxury.”

ironically, when he kept coming to your house to paint—he soon realised that happiness wasn’t a luxury.

it wasn’t something he could afford, not when rent was due next week and his fridge was empty save for a half-eaten pack of stale ramen. but there was you, handing him coffee at dawn like it was nothing, laughing at his stupid jokes like they were worth something, staining your expensive sweaters with paint because you couldn’t sit still long enough to let him do the job alone

toji didn’t know what to do with that.

he’d spent his whole life shouldering through shit jobs, through cold apartments and colder people, through the kind of exhaustion that seeped into his bones and never left. happiness wasn’t in the cards for guys like him. but then there was you, standing too close on the ladder, your socked foot nudging his boot under the table like you’d known him forever, like he wasn’t just some guy getting paid to repaint your rich-people house.

and maybe that was the worst part—you didn’t treat him like he was just anything.

“you ever think about doing something else?” you asked one afternoon, both of you taking a break under the shade of the oak tree. you were peeling an orange, the citrus scent sharp in the warm air, and handing him half without even looking. “like, not painting houses forever.”

toji took the fruit, fingers brushing against yours, sticky with juice. “nah,” he said, popping a wedge into his mouth. “what else would i do?” he meant it to sound dismissive, but it came out softer, almost curious.

you hummed, leaning back against the tree trunk. “i don’t know. something that doesn’t leave your hands all cracked.” you reached out, thumb grazing over the rough calluses on his knuckles before he could pull away. "

“you’ve got good hands. they should be holding something better than a paintbrush.”

“good hands?” he laughed, but it caught in his throat when your fingers lingered, tracing the ridge of his knuckles like they were something precious. toji swallowed hard, the orange suddenly too sweet on his tongue. “ain’t never heard that one before.”

you didn’t pull back. “well, now you have.” your voice was light, but your eyes were steady, holding his in a way that made his chest ache. the breeze rustled the leaves above you, dappling sunlight across your face, and for a wild second, he thought about kissing you—right there, with paint smudged on your cheek and his hands still sticky from the fruit.

the moment stretched, taut as a wire, until a car door slammed somewhere down the street, startling you both apart. you cleared your throat, brushing imaginary lint off your jeans. “we should—uh, finish the trim before it gets too dark.”

toji nodded, standing abruptly, his knees popping. “yeah. trim” he sounded stupid, even to himself.

the rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of half-finished sentences and stolen glances. every time your hands brushed his while reaching for the paint tray, every time you leaned too close to point out a missed spot, his pulse kicked up like a spooked horse. it was ridiculous. he was a grown man, not some teenager with his first crush.

by the time the sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the lawn, the house was finally done. toji stepped back to survey their work, hands on his hips. “not bad,” he admitted. the sage green looked softer in the fading light, almost glowing against the white trim.

the thought that the job was over hit toji like a bucket of ice water. no more mornings with your coffee, no more shared lunches under the oak tree, no more excuses to linger in your orbit like some lovesick idiot. he wiped his hands on his jeans, the paint already drying into stubborn cracks across his knuckles. “guess that’s it,” he said, voice gruffer than he meant it to be.

you tilted your head, studying him with that look—the one that made him feel like you could see right through his bullshit. “guess so,” you agreed, but you didn’t move to go inside. instead, you leaned against the ladder still propped against the house, the metal creaking under your weight. “i mean—unless you don't want it to be. i could always find another room that needs painting.”

toji swallowed, the back of his neck prickling with something he couldn’t name. “that so?” he said, voice rough. he kicked at a loose pebble on the driveway, watching it skitter across the pavement. “thought rich people hired professionals for that kinda thing.”

you laughed, the sound curling around him like the evening breeze. “maybe i like amateur work.” your grin was crooked, teasing, and it did something stupid to his ribs—like they were too tight, like they might crack open if he breathed wrong. “besides, you’re not that bad.”

he scoffed, but his chest felt warm. “high praise.”

the silence stretched between you, toji could hear the distant hum of cicadas, the rustle of leaves overhead, the way your breath hitched just slightly when he stepped closer. your fingers twitched at your sides, like you wanted to reach for him but didn’t. he knew the feeling.

the ladder creaked when you shifted your weight, one foot slipping off the rung. toji’s hands shot out before he could think, fingers digging into your hips as he steadied you—your body pressed flush against his, your breath warm against his collarbone. neither of you moved. the paintbrush clattered to the ground, forgotten.

toji didn’t know who moved first—maybe it was him, maybe it was you, maybe it was the way your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt like you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go. all he knew was that one second, he was holding you steady on the ladder, and the next, your mouth was on his, warm and insistent, tasting of oranges and cheap coffee.

he froze for half a heartbeat, his brain short-circuiting—because you were kissing him, paint-smeared hands fisting in his shirt like he was something worth holding onto. then instinct took over, and he was kissing you back, rough and desperate, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head, the other still gripping your hip like he might float away if he didn’t.

the ladder creaked dangerously beneath you, but neither of you cared. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groaned into your mouth, the sound low and hungry. you kissed like you’d been waiting for this, like you’d thought about it just as much as he had—all those stolen glances, the way his pulse jumped every time your fingers brushed his.

when you finally pulled back, breathless, his lips felt raw, like he’d been burned. your chest rose and fell rapidly, your cheeks flushed, your mouth still parted like you wanted to say something. toji’s thumb brushed your bottom lip, wiping away a smudge of paint he’d left there. “shit,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

you didn’t let him finish. your hands fisted in the front of his shirt, dragging him back down before he could overthink it—before he could remember that this wasn’t supposed to happen, that he was just the guy who painted your house, that he didn’t get things like this. but your mouth was insistent, your teeth grazing his lower lip, and toji forgot how to think altogether.

the ladder groaned under your combined weight, tilting dangerously to the side. toji barely had time to curse before it tipped, sending you both tumbling onto the soft grass below. he twisted mid-fall, taking the brunt of the impact, your body landing sprawled across his chest with a startled laugh. “fuck,” he wheezed, the air knocked out of him, but you were already pushing yourself up on your elbows, your hair falling into your face, grinning down at him like he’d hung the stars.

“you okay?” you asked, breathless, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

toji stared up at you, grass sticking to his back, paint smeared across your cheek, and something wild clawed its way up his throat. “never better, sweets.” he huffed, his voice rough.

“you damn dog,” giselle's voice crackled through the room, muffled slightly by the crumpled receipt toji was pinning between his ear and shoulder as he rifled through the supply closet. he'd been counting out brushes, half-distracted by the way his phone kept sliding down his cheek, when her words registered. “heh?”

“don't 'heh' me,” she snorted, the sound tinny through the speaker. “heard you got yourself a sugar mama with that last gig. paint her house real good, huh?” toji nearly dropped the bundle of rollers in his hands, heat crawling up the back of his neck as he fumbled to grab the phone properly. “the fuck—who told you that?”

“oh please,” giselle drawled, the smirk audible in her voice. “you think i don't hear things? whole crew's talkin' about how you came back from that job smelling like expensive perfume and grinning like a dumbass.”

toji clenched his jaw, shoving a paint-stained rag into his back pocket with more force than necessary. “ain't like that,” he muttered, “i actually like her.” the admission slipped out before he could stop it, rough around the edges but unmistakably sincere. the line went quiet for a beat too long—giselle never shut up unless she'd struck gold.

“oh-ho-ho," she crooned, dragging out each syllable like she was savoring the taste of his embarrassment. “so it's serious serious. tell me, does she make you use the good china when she feeds you caviar, or do you still eat takeout off paper plates like the plebeian you are?”

he could picture her leaning back in her office chair, boots propped on the desk, that shit-eating grin she got when she knew she'd won. toji exhaled through his nose, counting the ceiling tiles to keep from biting back too hard. “fuck off. can't you be happy for your employee gettin' some action?”

“oh, toji,” giselle sighed, the overdramatic pity in her voice making his eye twitch. “i'd be happier if you weren't whipped after one job. what's next, matching tattoos? picking out curtains?”

toji's thumb hovered over the call-end button. “i'm hangin' up now.”

“wait, wait—” she cackled, clearly enjoying herself too much. "bring her around sometime. i wanna see the woman who turned toji fushiguro into a blushing schoolboy.”

he hung up before she could finish, tossing the phone onto the counter with a clatter. the silence of the supply closet was suddenly suffocating. he scrubbed a hand over his face, the ghost of your laughter still echoing in his skull—how you'd rolled your eyes when he'd tried to pay for lunch, how your fingers had lingered on his wrist when you handed him the coffee that morning.

and yeah, that was your love story. even today, when he wakes up in your shared bed—still getting used to the absurdity that he isn't living in a shitty apartment anymore—he rolls over and stares at you like you're some impossible dream. he wouldn't trade your pretty eyes and soft hands for all the money in the world.

[4theloveoflotus]

Where have you been these past few days, I wondered, and then I realized you were taking exams. I wish you good luck! All A+, 100/100!!!!

Afterwards, please come back to us girlie and drop us another Rock Lee fic. Can I ask for something? Like when he hasn't seen his girlfriend for 5 days and he can't take it anymore 😋?? I love you and your fic

— threads | rock lee ˎˊ˗

pairing: rock lee x fem!reader

content: established relationship, porn with plot, soft dom!lee, lee is freaked out, descriptions of masturbation, kissing, making out, lee giving hickeys, lee giving praise, dry-humping, pussyjob, cumshots, body worship, lee being a slight tease, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, crying during sex, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

w/c: 5.7k words

ˎˊ˗ art credit: @virtuno on twitter

five days.

as a successful ninja, lee knew that five days was, objectively, nothing.

there were shinobi who would leave their villages to embark on missions lasting for weeks on end, sometimes spanning into months if it proved to be considerably challenging. on many occasions in the past, lee sustained wounds, cuts, and bruises that took longer than five days to heal. throughout history, there were wars and battles that raged for five years and beyond that, nevermind a mere five days.

with that logic, five days without your presence should have been exceptionally easy to endure. 

except, it wasn't. by the first night of his mission, lee could already hear the sound of your voice humming a million melodies in his mind, like an echo chamber driving him into hypnosis. imagining the way you sound would not be enough, and it wouldn't ever be. he won't settle, not until he can have your lips a thread away from his lended ear, whispering all the things he wants to hear.

by the second night, the absence of your warm body next to him in bed made him restless. lee had never really considered himself a particularly needy person, but his tactile fantasies were keen on disproving that notion. all those little touches he took for granted, he needed. in this moment, the ordinary began to feel special. he craved the weight of your hands slipping into his palms. he wanted to feel your legs grazing against his own when you sit next to each other; your head resting against his shoulder; and your playful shoves whenever he said something you found funny. he wanted those simplicities back now more than ever.

and if the second night wasn't already intolerable, the third day of separation became even more so.

lee started to look for you in the mundane.

whether it was a street vendor serving your favourite snack, or seeing a pretty flower that managed to capture your energy in every petal, you would taunt him by showing up everywhere without actually being here. if at any time anybody spoke, he would take an upwards glance, half-expecting you to be the one speaking, even if the odds of it being you were slim. and when nightfall arrived, he would fall into the exact same ritual, except this time, he’d be peeling back the blankets constantly in the hopes of finding you underneath them, laying next to him between the sheets.

the fourth and final night was agonisingly slow, and the most torturous of them all. lee’s thoughts continued to grow more and more dangerous as the night aged. he had a hankering for the more provocative, more sensual touches you lavished him in. he wanted to drink up the taste of your lips, to hold onto the flesh of your figure, and to knead your skin under his fingertips. lee sighs. he both loved and hated how vivid his imagination could be. he loved how warm you made his heart feel, but he could almost hate how you made his blood boil with sickly desire, to the extent of him kicking his blanket off his body. he stares down in the darkness at the soft grey fabric tented over his hard dick, feeling conflicted by equal parts discipline and equal parts self-indulgence. making this wild decision would be easy so late at night. he could quickly pull down his boxers, stroke himself to completion, and sleep it off. it wouldn't matter much. he'd be absolved of his act by the time he wakes up, but what's the point? you're only a day—no—a few hours away, he reminds himself. losing control now, of all times and so soon, would be meaningless. there's nothing he can do other than sleep. he decides to conclude his thoughts for the night before draping the blanket back over himself. lee hopes that when he opens his eyes, morning will be there to greet him instead of a night interrupted by his own sleeplessness.

lee's hopes had worked.

at long last, the morning of the fifth day was finally here.

the mission was accomplished, and it had finished simply without complication. there were no noteworthy threats, or any major causes of concern to be intercepted. while it was undeniably good news, lee couldn't bring himself to properly celebrate that. he didn't care about reports or anything of the sort. you were finally within reach, and it was the only thing he could think about. the true celebration would take place at your doorstep upon reunion, so it was only natural that lee would sprint back to konoha as if you'd disappear if he wasted any time. he was fueled by nothing but raw longing for you, and his heart pounded harder and harder with every step. when he passed through the village gates, it felt like he had tunnel vision. that sprint of his turned to a brisk walk where his surroundings were blurred, with his focus exclusively on the path leading to your house.

when lee rounded the final corner, he froze.

there you were. stood in the hallway with the door wide open, just for him.

you look like something divine to lee right now, with the afternoon sunlight kissing your skin and turning you to gold. he couldn't fathom how within the space of five days, you somehow managed to look even more beautiful than he had recalled. the relief of seeing you whole crashed over him in a wave so intense, that it stole his breath. he only started to breathe again when his eyes met yours. the moment he made eye contact, every ounce of discipline he spent cultivating on that mission shattered.

"hi, lee." you smiled.

the first thread of restraint snapped.

lee crossed the distance between you in a matter of seconds before you could even finish saying his name. his arms wrapped tightly around your body, and the sheer force of his embrace almost knocked you off of your feet. he barely gave you any time to react, and if it weren't for your quick reflexes, you would've tipped over and fallen flat on your back.

"lee!" you speak in-between bouts of laughter. "i'm here, i'm here."

he's not registering a single word you're saying. he's busy burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the memory of your scent like oxygen. for five days, he imagined this moment. five days of wondering, worrying, and wanting you so badly that it made his chest hurt. now that you were finally here, he couldn't bring himself to let go of you. even loosening his grip would be a crime.

"you know, lee," you tease, rubbing his back. "most people say hi back."

his answer came out muffled against your skin. "i am saying hi!"

lee raises his head from the junction between your neck and shoulders, and presses his cheek against yours before speaking gently in your ear. "i missed you," the words feel heavy with the weight of five years as opposed to five days. "i missed you so much, y/n," he repeats, breathlessly. his hands travel to the small of your back, and he presses you flush against him. chest-to-chest, you can feel his heart pounding against his ribs. "i needed you."

"i know, baby," you chuckle softly.

"no," lee swallows at the pet name falling from your lips. he missed that more than he thought. he separates his cheek from yours to look at your face. "you do not understand. it felt longer than five days, y/n."

the intensity of his words invites an atmosphere that feels heavier than before. it compels you to stop your laughter, and instead, enter a light silence. for a moment you both remain still, breathing in each other's air, and standing too close to each other for comfort, but you both wouldn't want it any other way. right now, lee wanted to regain some semblance of control, but it was futile. he's helplessly drawn to you—your touch, your voice, your comfort he missed out on for five days. the truth hit him with startling force, and the truth was that he wanted to ravage you.

lee's gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then back up to your eyes. you noticed. the corner of your mouth curved upwards in response. that was all the permission lee needed from you.

the second thread of restraint snapped.

the space between your faces is sealed the instant lee's lips crash into yours. your hands roam over the back of his neck, with your fingers digging into his nape. the force of the collision is enough to make him spill a whine against your lips. you part them wider, wanting to take more of him into your mouth as he presses harder and harder against you.

lee is not a stranger to the warmth of your mouth, nor is he new to the taste of your tongue as it swirls around his, and yet, the sensation is like nothing he could've ever imagined on those five days away from you. you are beyond imagination, and you always exceed expectation. the sensation spreads underneath his flesh and through his veins, satiating the relentless hunger that had been driving him crazy for the duration of that mission. 120 hours, all released in a single instant. his hands—large and concealed with bandages that cover a story of scars—find the soft plush of your ass with a firmness. a hum rumbles deep in his chest, sending a vibration against your lips as he squeezes the flesh. it's exactly how he dreamt it would be.

you didn't fight the iron grip on your wrists as his roaming hands moved from your ass. the strength of his body pinned you right against the wall, and he silenced all of your breathless whimpers with kiss after bruising kiss. you experimentally tugged your wrists away from him, but you notice that his hold doesn't falter. his hands don't move, not even by an inch.

the sudden resistance prompts lee to loosen his grip and slowly break the kiss, just long enough to breathe against your lips. he pulls back slightly, with his dark eyes wide, scanning your face with his chest heaving.

"please tell me if i am being too forward with you, my flower," he panted. "tell me to stop, and i will. i… i have missed you to the point of madness."

and if you were being completely honest, you loved it when lee was like this. you loved it when he reminded you that he could effortlessly overpower you. it made your pussy throb with want seeing your boyfriend, a man renowned for his extraordinary discipline, coming undone at the mere sight of you. nothing could possibly be 'too forward' if it were him.

"now that you are here," he continues, "i want nothing more than to show you love. i need you." his voice is such a soft thing, tinged with desperation. "i really need you."

hearing his vulnerable confession, and looking up into his puppy-like eyes made your heart feel sore. he could have you in an instant, but still, he insists on remaining at your mercy. you didn't want him to stop though, not now, not ever—you had to let him have you. you decide to press your body closer into his, completely yielding to his strength. when you give your answer, you never once shift your gaze from his.

"i don't want you to stop, lee. just take me."

the third and final thread of restraint snapped.

lee's hands abandon your wrists, and in one fluid motion, he lifts you off your feet as if you weigh nothing to carry. it's like a reflex when you wrap your arms around his neck, and lock your ankles around his waist. his hands find purchase beneath your thighs, and he doesn't waste any time in racing to your bedroom. the movement is swift, sharpened by years of testing the limits of his speed. he kicks the bedroom door open and takes a stride to your bed—still faintly laced with the scent of you exactly as he remembers it. even though his hands are shaking with anticipation, he still lays you down on the mattress with the utmost care, like you're a monument of marble that could crack and break into thousands of fragments.

lee hovers above your laid form, looking down at you with eyes that are committed to storing every part of this moment to his starved memory. your parted lips, slightly swollen from his kisses; the way you flutter your lashes at him with half-lidded eyes; the addictive sound of your soft breaths. he can't resist you any longer.

the world outside the room seems to disappear when he slots his lips in between yours again, more fervent and hungrier than he was earlier. your fingers tangle deep into the thick dark strands of his hair, pulling him closer into you as you match the passion of the kiss. you start to arch your back and buck your hips up against him in the pursuit of more pressure, more contact, the slightest something to ease the throbbing of your cunt. lee presses the weight of his cock—hard and clothed—between your legs, but not before pinning your hips down to prevent you from having your fill. you whine softly in response.

"come on, goddess," he breathes against your neck, kissing the skin there as consolation, "i do not want to deny you either… surely, you can understand." his voice is so gentle, but his actions are less than. he rises, and his bandaged fingers grip onto the waistband of your pants, dragging them down to leave you clad in your underwear. a hum rumbles in his throat when he sees the outline of your labia, soaked and swollen with arousal, through the thin fabric of your panties. "you must have missed me too. isn't that right, y/n?"

"i did, baby," you nod, voice breathy with need. "i'm glad you're here."

"i do not doubt that, my angel."

it's his turn to strip now. he's quick to unfasten his green flak jacket, setting the heavy material aside to reveal his broad chest. your eyes trail downwards, allowing his abs to guide you as they tense and relax with every ragged breath he takes. the outline of his obliques tempt your eyes some more, taking them further south to his adonis' belt. those two lines disappear dangerously low into the waistband of his remaining clothing. you don't have to ask for more. lee is already stepping out of his pants, revealing the bulge thats threatening to escape the confines of his boxers.

"but, i think you doubt just how much i missed you."

lee crawls towards you on the mattress, chasing the gap between your bodies. his warmth is enticing. you're trapped between the stronghold of his arms.

"you were on my mind every second," his breath tickles your skin as he tracks ardent kisses from the chisel of your jawline, down to your collarbones. "you were in my dreams, and now, you are finally in front of me." he rasps, rocking his hard cock against your pussy as if his words barely hold enough conviction. "i really missed you, y/n. really, really missed you."

you feel his hands snake behind your knees, raising your legs and pushing them up as his erection exerts more pressure onto your pussy. your legs rests on his shoulders as he continues. a shiver runs through you when you feel the damp spot of precum seeping through the thin cotton of lee's boxers against you. you're both soaking each other right now, and neither of you can stop the collective outpour of gasps spilling from your lips. the feeling of his hardness rutting against your clothed clit feels heavenly, and all you can do is moan, because you know your boyfriend is far from finished.

the warmth is building up fast. he stops his grinding quickly, just to pull down his boxers and free his cock. you almost want to drool over how it stands on end, how it pulses in the air, and how his flushed tip leaks with desire. he pulls your panties to the side, slipping his hard length in between the lips of your pussy. lee shifts back and forth, allowing you to feel every vein on him as it drags along your clit. you don't know where to look, with your hungry gaze torn between his slick erection as it passes back and forth between your wet core, and his intense face, cast with a light pink flush. lee moans as he meets your eyes.

"you don't know how good you're making me feel, y/n," he whispers.

he kisses at your sternum while bucking his hips against you. the kisses reach the swell of your breasts, and his tongue swipes over one taut nipple before he seals his lips around it. you exhale when he circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, sucking at it with thirst. the suction makes your back arch further against him, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. at that, he decides to pin your wrists up against the mattress to further immobilise you. it makes you moan with need. lee refuses to leave your other breast untouched, and he focuses his attention on it with the exact same passion, with his teeth grazing against it ever so slightly.

you can feel yourself about to cum, and you know that lee is teetering on the edge of his climax too as he struggles to maintain his pace. your body feels unbearably hot, and lee is pressing harder against you like he wants your body to catch flames.

he's overwhelmed at the fact that there's so much of you. those hungry lips of his return to your neck, nipping at the skin there before settling his mouth taut over the expanse of it. he sucks hard against your throat and lingers there indefinitely, nearly consuming you. you can feel his eyelashes brushing over your skin. it adds a new dimension to your indulgence, and you can feel yourself struggling to keep your eyes open against the rapidly approaching waves of pleasure bursting from your core. you're past the point of controlling yourself now, and it's automatic when your orgasm breaks over you, sharp and intense. your legs slips off of his shoulders. your eyes shut tightly. you're clutching on fistfuls of his hair, and every muscle in your body jerks relentlessly, causing the bedsprings let out a creak of protest from beneath you. lee follows up quickly with his own climax as he soaks you with thick, hot spurts of cum that spill on your belly. the suction on your neck stops, and it's instead replaced by lee's warm breath on your skin.

"y/n-" he cuts himself off with a moan against your ear, "do you see what you do to me, my blossom?" he leaves soft pecks along your neck, giving extra to the fresh hickey. lee doesn't intend for it to be teasing, but it feels that way when he slowly rubs his slick-coated cock against your sensitive clit, still pulsating and raw from orgasm. he raises his head to look down at you—more particularly, the love-bite on your neck.

"i can not believe you belong to me," he whispers. "give me a kiss, my love."

the kiss is nothing short of greedy and obscene. you both moan into it, and you can feel the warmth settling deep in your belly once again, despite the fact that lee has just coaxed an orgasm out of you. his tongue slips past yours for a final time before he breaks the kiss.

"perfect," he pecks at your neck, "just like that, y/n. so good." he breathes, beginning a trail of kisses down your chest. each one against your skin feels like heaven as they mark the gentle slope of your belly. the ghost of his breath sets a precedent, warning you before his lips can even land on you. it makes the muscles of your stomach contract with anticipation before each kiss.

"you are truly a beauty," he purrs. "every last part of you." the kisses travel even lower, moving just above the waistband of your panties in an unbroken sequence. lee appears to have predicted your next movements, because his hands have already found the flare of your hips. you sigh with exasperation as you thrust your hips up. all you want to do is move without restraint and ride against his mouth, but he's held you hostage, anchoring your lower body flat against the mattress again.

"please, lee," you sob. "please don't make me wait."

"but you will wait, my angel. just as i have." he fans the flame even further by having the nerve to press a soft kiss to your clit. "you deserve my complete focus. i can't give you my full effort if you rush me. just let me have you, okay?"

you nod, wordlessly.

"i am glad you understand."

lee slides his tongue across your needy pussy, dragging it salaciously in a stripe that stretches from your weeping entrance to your protruding clit. he swallows. you taste like all the things he was so desperately craving in your absence, and its better than anything his mind could have mimicked to fill the you-shaped void he left behind for five days. your essence taste sweet on his tongue, exactly like the feeling of reward after discipline. he makes a vow to himself: he will savour you as to never forget you.

after that one lick, he's insatiable. his mouth engulfs your clit, and you can feel every single nerve being greeted by the slickness of his tongue as it contorts and presses patterns on the very tip of it. lee has only been starved of your proximity, but he slurps and laps away at you as if he has been starved of all sustenance; as if there is no real difference between you, food, and drink. he's not letting you run anywhere. he tugs you by your legs and pushes your cunt further into his face, keeping your thighs elevated against the force of his hands behind your knees.

"fuck, lee," you moan into the air, calling his name like a prayer. "fuck, fuck, fuck!"

he's fighting a losing battle against the sound of your voice. he wantonly moans into you, and the vibrations against your pussy drive you closer to the edge. the room is filled with nothing but your noises at this rate: the noise of your gushing cunt against lee's hungry mouth, the noise of your constant gasps—your moans and your pleas. it's addicting to lee.

he can feel your second orgasm coming to take you by storm. your head throws itself back, your thighs are start to shudder, and your body is beginning to relentlessly writhe with every ruthless flick of his tongue against your sore clit. still, he does not move from the paradise between your thighs. he doesn't care, and he'll continue to have his fill of you until he's satisfied. there is no drop of your slowly trickling essence that goes to waste as his mouth catches it with every hard pulse of your pussy. it's akin to finishing the meal of a lifetime that leaves you licking at a near-empty plate. that unyielding tongue continues to take you through each wave of orgasmic shock until tears fall out of your eyes.

every single nerve is jumping. your heart feels like it's in between your legs, and you aren't sure how long you can stay strong for. unlike you, lee remains adamant and sure of himself. he refuses to let you come down from this high. he starts to curl two fingers inside of you, reaching for that particularly sensitive spot that lies deep in your pussy.

"lee!" you cry out his name. it does nothing to grab his attention.

you're oversensitive, past your limit, and he's still fucking into you with his fingers—still sucking away at you mercilessly. your cries are deafening. they get more and more broken as his fingertips tap that place inside you, over, and over, and over. if he couldn't feel it rising inside of you before, he can feel it rising inside of you now. he's circling his tongue around you determinedly, pressing against that spot, and-

warmth.

the moan you let out is sinful. your body gives out before it locks up a final time, and suddenly, lee's face is covered in a warm gush of you, coating his mouth, dripping from his chin and down onto the mattress. he slows down the pace of his tongue, alongside the pace of his fingers as you clench around him. your boyfriend just made you squirt.

when lee finally pulls his head away, he's looking up at you in awe. you're crying softly, chest heaving, and with eyes shut as tears streak your face. for a moment, he panics, absorbed in the fear that he pushed you too far.

"y/n," lee whispers, crawling towards your face. "are you alright, angel?" his thumbs brush away at your tears.

he reaches for your hands and locks his fingers between yours. when you squeeze his hands, he doesn't even feel the slightest bit reassured. he wouldn't forgive himself if he hurt you.

"please. talk to me, angel." he whispers.

there's a drawn silence, split only by heavy breathing.

"oh my god," you finally manage. your eyes open slowly, cast with a lustful shadow as you blink at him. "that was fucking insane, lee."

the worry lee felt gets washed away with your words. you can taste yourself on his lips as he goes in to give you a kiss.

"it was?" he asks.

"it was." you confirm.

"that makes me feel relieved." he cages you with his body. "there is nothing better than the taste of you. but there is nothing worse than your tears if i am hurting you. i love you, y/n." he whispers against your lips.

"i love you too, lee." your breath exchanges with his.

"i love you so much, and it isn't even close, y/n."

lee has been hard ever since he walked through your door, dying to feel his length burrowed inside you. he can't put the last five days behind him either. he taps the tip of his dick against your still-sensitive clit, wanting a sign from you. a sign that says you'll be merciful enough to accept him in your pussy.

"do you want me? as badly as i want you, sweetness?"

"oh, fuck, lee," you whimper. "yes…"

that's all he needs.

with two orgasms under your belt, lee slides into you with minimal effort. the groan he lets out feels like an expulsion of everything he had buried when he was away. every single ridge of your warm pussy around his cock feels like salvation; like a personal apology from you to him for your absence. before long, his balls are pressed against the cleft of your ass, and he's fully bottomed out against you. every vein, every inch, and every minute pulse as he probes inside you makes you feel complete. you're happy to have him back where he belongs.

his forehead is connected to yours, cemented by the thin sheen of sweat that coats both of your bodies. you remain like that for a few seconds, held captive in each other's gaze. lee starts to move now, beginning with a long, deep stroke from tip to hilt. when his hips slam into yours, the filthiest moan comes out of him.

now that he's finally fucking you, there is nothing you can do to stop him. how many times did he think about this moment on his mission? he couldn't tell you. he doesn't want to be reminded of control or discipline—not when he's pushing himself inside you, hard and fast. your breathless calls and pleas encourage him to fuck his hips deeper into you, with each thrust being more ardent than the last.

his strong hands find the back of your thighs and pushes them upwards, leaving your feet suspended in the air. the position he's folded you in makes you cry out obscenely, and lee knows that from there, he's found the tender spot that drives you wild.

his cock curves in just the right way from this angle. he pounds right into it, over and over without fail until your eyes are fluttering shut; until your teeth are sinking into the flesh of your lower lip; and until your toes are curling with pleasure. it feels like the bed frame is going to fall apart at this rate. his tanned skin is glistening with sweat now, with beadlets flowing down his abs. his hair is dishevelled. you are soaked.

"oh, f-fuck," your words are broken by gasps, "lee, please! don't stop!"

"i would never want to!" air cushions his words as he speaks. "if-if i could, i would stay inside you for a lifetime." he plants a messy kiss on your lips.

when the kiss ends, you slip a hand downwards between your legs and rub away at your clit. 

lee may be distracted by your pretty face, and occupied by your warm tightness, but there's no way he's letting that slide. he catches on almost immediately, severing his eye contact to look down at your fingers rolling around your clit.

“stop,” he said huskily. "i am here. do not do that."

he seizes your free hand and pins it right above your head. he does the same for the other, holding your wrists flat with one hand as his thumb rubs firm circles around your clit on your behalf.

once again, you can feel tears of pleasure brimming at the corner of your eyes. you are absolutely sore with blinding pleasure. you're moaning desperately now, with your words growing more and more incoherent for every snap of his hips.

"i wish you could look at yourself, blossom," he praises. "you are taking me so well."

"every," slap! "last," slap! "inch." slap!

lee is moving at a speed you can barely process. your pleasure is growing exponentially, to the point where it's getting impossible to verbalise. it's coming now: that familiar sensation brewing in the depths of your womb, like a compressed spring about to free itself.

"lee," you rasp, "lee, lee, lee, i'm—hah—so close, i can't, i can't-"

"you can, y/n," he breathes, "you can keep taking it. come on, you feel so—ngh!—good around me. "

your face is wet with tears now. lee's forehead presses harder against yours as he tastes the salt on his lips, kissing the droplets as they fall.

you don't care who hears you anymore. you're shaking as much as lee's grip allows; gasping, and crying out his name as your orgasm tears through you with ferocity. your pussy is strangling his dick, gripping him like you don't want him to escape your cunt. lee gasps for every time you clench rhythmically around his length, but still, he fucks you through your high with the same vigour, and he still presses shapes into your clit as if you really need more. it's the best kind of torture. it really couldn't get any better than this.

his grip on your wrists are getting tighter, to the point of leaving bruises. his lips stay parted. he can barely keep his eyes open as he splits you open. he's getting close.

"y/n," his voice is strained-. "wh-where do you want me to fi-"

"-inside!" you answer immediately. "fuck! please, lee, i need you to cum inside of me!"

he'll give you anything you want.

lee drags his cock all the way back, and slams into your pussy for a final time before his thighs lock, leaving him reduced to a panting, moaning mess on top of you. you swear you can feel his cock jump inside of you. you can feel every throb as he paints your womb white with spurts of hot cum. even though he's plugging your insides with his length, his seed spills out of your entrance, trickling down your ass and pooling onto the mattress. he stays like that for a few moments, wrapped in post-coital bliss as his grip on your wrists finally loosens.

"i love you, y/n." his voice is soft.

"i know, baby," you murmur. "i love you too."

"you did well, and i am so proud." his fingers intertwine with yours as he peppers soft kisses on your cheeks. "i was a bit harsh though, wasn't i?" he remarks, sheepishly. he looks down at the hickeys on your neck, up at the minor bruises on your wrists, and down at the ones blooming on your hips where he had pinned you down earlier before meeting your eyes again. you catch him blushing faintly.

a soft chuckle escapes your breath. "you didn't hurt me. you could never hurt me, lee."

"i am pleased!" he smiles, revealing dimples.

"but you were harsh."

"yes… i was..." his eyes dart around, desperate to escape the weight of your gaze. it's almost as if he didn't fold you and fuck the life out of you.

"and all because you didn't see me for five days?"

"it is only natural, y/n! i think about you all the time. not being able to have you was terrible for me." he gets over his bashfulness quickly, looking down at you with rounded eyes.

adorable, you think. how such a small span of time can have such a big impact on a person. it makes your heart flutter.

"well, i'm not going anywhere, baby," you reassure. "i'm going to be right here, lee."

it's already over. you can feel his cock twitch inside of you again.

"i know, my flower," he kisses the corner of your lips. "you are going to be here all night."

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a/n: once again i am blessed with anons who send me amazing requests ONTO THE NEXT, i hope u enjoyed this!!

[frostedpinkdoll]

︵ ೀ mdni. suguru and zuko are losing their minds trying to eat your pussy at the same time

"Zuko, move over—let me taste her properly," Suguru growls, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders as he shoves at the Firelord's scarred shoulder, both men kneeling between your spread thighs on the silk-draped bed.

Their breaths come hot and ragged against your exposed pussy, already slick and swollen from their earlier teasing touches.

"Fuck that," Zuko snaps back, amber eyes flashing with possessive fire, his topknot loosening as he leans in closer, the burn scar on his face tightening with frustration. "She's my wife—you get what's left after I make her scream first."

His tongue darts out, flat and insistent, lapping a bold stripe up your folds, the rough heat of it sending a jolt straight to your core. You arch off the mattress, a whimper escaping your lips as his mouth seals over your clit, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl.

Suguru isn't one to yield; his dark eyes narrow, a smirk curling his lips as he grips your inner thigh, nails digging in just shy of pain. "Sharing means we both devour her, idiot," he murmurs, voice low and velvety, before shoving his face right alongside Zuko's.

Their cheeks brush—Zuko's stubbled jaw scraping against Suguru's smoother skin—as Suguru's tongue plunges into your entrance, thrusting wet and deep while Zuko's circles your clit with relentless flicks.

The dual assault hits you like lightning, their mouths working in chaotic harmony, tongues battling for space on your dripping pussy.

"Oh god—yes, just like that," you gasp, your hands flying to their heads—one tangling in Zuko's loose black strands, the other fisting Suguru's silky locks. Your hips buck involuntarily, grinding against their faces, the obscene slurps and moans vibrating through your sensitive flesh.

Zuko's tongue presses flat against your clit, rubbing side to side with urgent pressure, while Suguru's delves deeper, curling inside you to stroke your walls, his lips sucking at your folds like he's starving.

Suguru pulls back just enough to speak, his chin glistening with your arousal, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your throbbing entrance. "Taste how wet she is for us? She's fucking soaking my tongue—bet you can't make her clench like I do."

He dives back in, two fingers joining his tongue, scissoring inside your tight heat, stretching you open as his mouth latches onto the side of your pussy, licking broad and greedy.

Zuko growls against your skin, the vibration making you shudder, his free hand sliding up your thigh to join Suguru's—his rougher fingers brushing against the curse user's smoother ones as they both pump into you now, three digits total twisting and curling in unison.

"Shut up and eat her out properly," Zuko retorts, his voice muffled as he sucks your clit between his teeth, nipping lightly before soothing it with rapid laps. "Feel that? Her pussy's pulsing around our fingers because of me. She's mine—ours—but I'll make her cum first."

Their rivalry only amps the intensity; tongues clash accidentally over your clit, wet and messy, as they lap at you from different angles—Zuko focusing on the swollen nub, sucking and flicking with firebender precision, while Suguru's mouth explores lower, tongue-fucking your hole alongside their thrusting fingers.

Your thighs tremble around their heads, the heat of their breaths mingling, sweat beading on Zuko's sharp jawline and trickling down to mix with the slick mess on Suguru's elegant features.

The room fills with the sounds of their feast: wet smacks, hungry groans, and your escalating moans as pleasure builds like a storm.

"Suguru—Zuko—don't stop, please," you beg, your voice breaking as you rock against their mouths, chasing the edge. Suguru's fingers hook inside you, grazing that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids, while Zuko's thumb joins the fray, rubbing firm circles over your clit now that his tongue dips down to lick at Suguru's invading digits.

They're losing it, both men panting like animals, their cocks straining against their pants—Zuko's formal red robes hiked up, Suguru's dark attire disheveled—as they fight for every drop of your essence.

"Fuck, she's so sweet," Suguru groans, pulling his fingers out only to replace them with his tongue again, thrusting deeper while Zuko takes over the clit-sucking, his lips forming a tight seal that pulls a cry from your throat. "I could bury my face in this pussy all night—watch her squirt on my tongue while you just kneel there."

Zuko's response is a heated snarl, his hand fisting in Suguru's hair to yank him closer, forcing their mouths to overlap completely now.

Tongues tangle not just with you but each other in the slick chaos, both lapping at your folds simultaneously, one on each side, their noses bumping your clit as they devour you.

"Like hell—I'm the one making her thighs shake. Taste her cum when I push her over." His fingers plunge back in, three now, pumping fast and deep, knuckles grazing Suguru's chin as the other man sucks at your entrance around them.

The overload is too much; your body seizes, orgasm ripping through you like wildfire. "I'm—cumming!" you scream, walls clamping down on Zuko's fingers, gushing wetness over both their faces.

They don't let up—Suguru's tongue thrusts through your spasms, lapping up the flood, while Zuko sucks your clit through the waves, prolonging the ecstasy until you're a trembling mess, hips jerking erratically.

But they're not done; as you come down, gasping for air, Suguru lifts his head, lips shiny and swollen, eyes wild with lust.

"That was just the start—look at her, still dripping. My turn to make her beg." He shoves Zuko aside playfully, but the Firelord pushes right back, both men diving in again, tongues fighting for dominance over your oversensitive pussy.

Zuko's mouth claims your clit once more, sucking with renewed vigor, his scarred face buried deep as his tongue flicks mercilessly. "No—mine to finish," he mutters, voice thick with need, one hand reaching down to palm his own hard cock through his pants, the outline thick and throbbing.

Suguru counters by spreading your folds wider with his thumbs, exposing every inch for his tongue to trace, dipping in to swirl around Zuko's relentless assault.

Their free hands roam your body—Suguru's palming your breast, pinching the nipple hard, while Zuko's traces fire patterns on your thigh, the warmth almost bending the air.

"You're both—driving me insane," you moan, grinding down on their faces, the friction sparking aftershocks that make your toes curl.

Suguru's tongue presses flat against your entrance, lapping upward to clash with Zuko's on your clit, their lips brushing in the mess, accidental kisses turning heated as they lose themselves in you.

Saliva and your arousal drip down their chins, soaking the sheets, the air thick with the scent of sex and their mingled groans.

Suguru breaks away briefly, his breath hot on your inner thigh. "Tell him how good my tongue feels stretching you—deeper than his ever could." He demonstrates, plunging in long and slow, fucking you with it while his fingers circle your ass teasingly, adding a new layer of sensation.

Zuko's eyes blaze, jealousy fueling his efforts; he sucks harder, teeth grazing your clit just enough to sting sweetly, his fingers joining Suguru's at your entrance now, both sets pumping in tandem—four fingers total, stretching you wide and filling you completely.

"Liar—she's creaming on my mouth. Say it, princess—tell him I'm the one who owns this pussy." His voice is wrecked, raw desire cracking through his commanding tone, the gold ornament in his topknot glinting as he shakes his head side to side, tongue lashing your clit.

The dual penetration of their fingers, combined with the constant licking, builds you up again impossibly fast. "Both of you—fuck, I love it," you cry, your hands pulling them closer, forcing their faces flush against you.

They relent into sync, tongues and fingers working as one: Suguru thrusting deep while Zuko circles high, their cheeks pressed together, breaths syncing in hot puffs.

Your second climax hits harder, a tidal wave that has you screaming their names, pussy clenching rhythmically around their digits, squirting lightly onto their eager mouths.

They drink you down greedily—Suguru swallowing with a satisfied hum, Zuko licking every drop with fervent laps—until you're boneless, quivering in the aftermath.

Panting, they finally pull back, faces flushed and slick, eyes locked on each other with a mix of rivalry and shared hunger. Suguru wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. "Not bad, Firelord—but next time, I get her ass while you watch."

Zuko chuckles darkly, leaning in to kiss you fiercely, tasting yourself on his lips before nipping your earlobe.

"Dream on. She's still trembling from me." His hand slides up your thigh, fingers teasing your spent entrance. "Ready for round three? We could take turns fucking you senseless."

Suguru's grin widens, his cock freed from his pants now, hard and leaking as he strokes himself lazily. "Or both at once—stretch that pretty pussy around us."

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[juicyvirgo]

Gosh! You’re So Stupid, Wanna Make Out?

yuji who doesn’t realise how bad you want him

paring - yuji x flirty!reader

warnings - sexual references (all characters are 18+)

song recs - “bed chem” sabrina carpenter

yuji who thinks you’re pretty but doesn’t want to risk your friendship by crossing any lines and who also thinks if you wanted him you wouldn’t have stayed friends with him this long…little does he know you’re playing the long game.

yuji who think you’re just really affectionate which is why you’re always touching and hugging him and he feels guilty for liking the way it feels.

yuji who thinks you’re just teasing him when you call him “hot” and deflects even as you ogle his body and tell him he has “nice muscles.”

yuji who can’t help but look down your top when you wear low cut tops around him, cause with tits like that how can you blame him (he thinks he’s slick but it’s all part of your plan).

yuji who starts to notice how much you like lollipops and can’t help but watch the way your lips part and your tongue swirls, so of course he buys you more.

yuji who gets invited to your house to study and is shook up when you open the door in a vest with no bra and some pink booty shorts and lure him into your bedroom for “more privacy.”

yuji who doesn’t realise you’re inching closer and closer while you both sit on your bed until you’re fully straddling him. you then tell him you see him staring at your boobs so you softly whisper to him “you can touch them if you like.”

yuji who is now rock hard with his hands groping your tits and moaning into your mouth as you grind you clothed pussy against him as he begs you for more.

yuji who cums in his pants as you tell him if he wants to fuck you, he has to take you on a date.

[getokive]

IMAX OR CLIMAX?

Yuji is a certified cinephile™ with a loaded letterboxd... except he doesn't really watch the movies he's reviewed.

18+ MDNI. milestone special ♡ ty for 2k ┈ smut / unprotected / bulging rah / dacryphilia / aged up ! yuji

Frankenstein (or whatever version of it) plays on Yuji’s laptop, but it might as well not exist. The screen cuts to Jacob Elordi crying through some heavy scene, so you think it’s supposed to be sad.

You're crying too, but for a very different reason.

Yuji has your back arched deep that feels almost impossible, and your pelvis pushed up. For some reason, he likes this angle. He watches closely, eyes glued to the way his cock stretches you from the inside, and the way it shows under your skin.

“Baby, you look like it hurts,” he breathes, sounding genuinely worried even as his hips roll slow and deep while he's propping half your body up, “You want me to stop?”

“No—” you protest in whimper right away. “Want more,” you manage. “More of you.”

His brows pull together with a dark gaze as his eyes flick down between your bodies.

“Really?” he murmurs. “Not deep enough?” He shifts slightly, testing the angle, then presses in harder. “How about this?”

“Yuji—” That’s all you get out before he snaps.

He wraps his arms tight around your waist, pulling you flush against him. And without mercy, his hips drill into your pussy again and again. The sound of skin slapping skin fills his small room, probably even louder than the movie.

His gaze turns dark, almost feral, as he watches your tits bounce with his every thrust.

“You’re gonna kill me because— hah—” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Why are you still this tight?”

“Holy fuck— Yuji!” you cry out.

Yuji's cock's stretching you, almost splitting you. Your cunt aches after being fucked raw, and your clit's swollen and overly sensitive from all of the stimulation he's done ever since the movie started.

“Shit, baby,” he grunts. He leans down, leaving open mouthed kisses along your stomach. His voice drops as he whispers, “You’re perfect. Your face. Your tits. Your ass. And this pussy—”

“M’gonna break,” you mewl in a pathetic and needy tone.

He rests his chin on your torso, smiling softly despite the sweat.

“It’s okay. I got you,” he murmurs. Then he chuckles to himself, “Heh– You're so pretty like this.”

You cum with a broken whine and a trembling body as your aroual coats his cock. Yuji rides you throught orgasm, and after a few sloppy strokes, he immediately pulls out and cums on your legs.

After everything slows, Yuji holds you close and run a thumb along your back in lazy, soothing circles.

“You good?” he asks quietly. “You did so well.”

You hum, tired and loose, nodding as you rest your forehead against his. “…Where were we in the movie again?”

He lets out a breathless laugh. “Deadass,” he says. “Nothing stuck to me.”

He pulls you closer as the credits roll across the screen, completely ignored.

🎬 Yuji Itadori's Letterboxd review, Watched on 15 Oct 2025

Frankenstein (2025) Review by Yuji Itadori ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Did I understand the whole plot? Well... Did I vibe with it? Hell yeah. Thoughts on the set design? Fucking fire, man. Guillermo del Toro ate that shit up. Kudos!

wia says: i genuinely think film student ! yuji would've had a field day dissecting little women or writing a long ass review on matilda

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[getoville]

Mojuro Yuuji refusing to pull out…? 🥺

꒰ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: fem reader, nsfw, dub con, breeding, unprotected wall sex

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ modulo yuji would have such a breeding kink >.< despite his harden facade over the years, he still deeply treasures his loved ones yet the love he spreads can never be matched by the passage of time.

it’s been so long since he has felt warmth tangible enough to not allow the underlying fear of being alone swarm his mind, that was until he met you.

you’re like a narcotic, pumping pure ecstasy into his circulating bloodstream. he indulges quite selfishly, but can you blame? you’re truly all he has.

it starts off with a soft spoken request meekly sputtered by you, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your slick drips between your thighs. all while your tits tightly pressed against the cold bedroom wall, hardening your nipples in the process.

“just the tip.”

yuji’s palms are hot against your back. ghostly trailing the rough pad of his pointer finger from the spine, to your hips to then engulf both his hands around the bone.

“are you sure?” yuji graps out. a tight strain has a deathly grip upon his vocal cords.

your neck cranes towards the side to take a look at him; pupils blown out with his lips slightly dry and parted. his broad chest heaves with force as sweat accumulates on the base of his forehead, shimmering across his collarbones as well.

you nod with a sweet tight-lipped smile, pushing the swell of your ass towards his leaking cock, beckoning him.

he stills his breath as he slips in with ease. beat red tip, thick and heavy, pulses erratically around the soft ridges of your wet pussy as you suction him fully.

you instinctively clench around the swole tip and he hisses. “s-shit, you’re making this impossible, you know..” he pants out.

his hips soon set a minuscule pace by slowly dragging his cockhead just barely inside your heat, your slick coats him and drips down his length.

“mhnn— s'good! ” you whine out. helplessly smushing your face farther into the wall, feeling too dizzy to look back.

yuji lets out a shaky exhale once your cream starts to form around him. discipline is a virtue he has practiced for many years now. applying it to countless occasions where indulgence is never a possibility.

but with you, the thought of holding back doesn’t even pester.

you suck in a breath to stiffle a moan. “remember yuu, just the tip..”

“yeah, yeah, just let me…” yuji mindlessly murmurs as he trails off on his words. he focuses instead on slowly inching himself deeper inside your wet hole.

and, god, you take him so well, almost like you were made for solely him.

patience is one of yuji’s best attributes but if you’re creaming on him like this, just from his tip alone, he simply can’t control himself.

“..need you like this instead,” with one big thrust, he plunges inside you, burying himself at the hilt, heavy balls smack against your clit and you squeal in surprise.

“oh fuck—! yuji!” you yelp out as his thrusts pick in vigour and speed. his chest presses into the arch of your back and you feel his panting breath against the shell of your ear.

his thrusts are unpredictable with no exact set rhythm. all he knows is that the tight feeling of your gummy walls squeeze him a way that can only milk him dry.

his arms snake around your torso to wrap around you in an embrace. “so fucking wet,” he grunts near your ear making a shiver go down your spine.

“s-so close…” his voice turns hoarse and whiny which translates into his tempo, moving more sloppily against you.

“nghh! you gotta p-pull out, baby…” your voice doesn’t even register in his ears his arms wrap even tightly around your figure as he continues fucking himself into you.

yuji has always had dreams of a family. mini you’s or him’s running around to keep the both on you on your toes as the days pass by.

you’re all he has left, after all. and he’s hoping you’ll fulfill his dream with him proudly by his side.

with a quick snap and stutter of his hips, quick sputters of cum fill you up. your eyes roll into the back of your skull and your moans smoothy blend together with his groans.

he nuzzles his head against your back, planting a smoothing kiss against the bare sweaty skin.

“i..i really couldn’t help myself, baby.” he sheepishly says.

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[getoville]

fwb!yuji who frequently blurs the lines of the just two friends fucking around but he genuinely does it unintentionally. he’s so oblivious to certain unspoken rules to the point where it’s almost painful.

so when you tell him that planting sweet gentle kisses on your forehead after firmly smushing your head into the mattress while blowing your back out, is dealbreaker for you, he’ll furrow his eyebrows with a confused, but cute expression on his face before unironically saying:

“oh? but isn’t that what friends are for? i didn’t want you to think you were just some toy to me, you’re more than that.”

and you’re just bewildered staring back at him with an agape mouth. nonetheless, he complies to your wishes and ceases the forehead kisses.

but those said unspoken rules often get lost in translation with him when he’s going down on you. trailing fleeting kisses on the inside of your plush thighs to rile you up real good until you’re completely soaked.

he’s truly just trying to set the mood right for you. but does that really also include him delicately entwining his hands with yours and muttering, “…god, i love you.” as he ogles at figure before eating your pussy with precision and devotion?!

maybe a detailed overview on those rules are needed for yuji…

[kill4ill]

modulo yuji headcanons

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI. aged-up modulo yuji 83, post-canon, established relationship, possessive desperate dom yuji, intimacy as coping, oral obsession, overstimulation/squirting/multiple orgasms, aftercare.

modulo yuji: who shows up at your door unannounced in the dead of night. hood up, eyes shadowed, that faint cursed energy hum clinging to him like smoke. he doesn’t say much- just steps inside, pulls you close, and buries his face in your neck like you’re the only anchor left in his endless life. “needed this,” he mutters, voice rough from decades of silence.

modulo yuji: who’s forgotten how to ask for what he wants. 83 years of carrying the burden alone made him greedy in the quietest ways. he pins your wrists above your head with one massive hand, the other sliding slow between your thighs, fingers knowing every spot like muscle memory. “tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers, even as he grinds deeper, chasing the heat that makes him feel alive again.

modulo yuji: who eats you out like it’s penance. kneels between your legs for what feels like hours, tongue flat and deliberate, lapping slow circles around your clit until your thighs tremble. his scarred hands grip your hips firm- gentle enough not to bruise, strong enough you can’t squirm away. those sharp eyes flick up, watching every twitch, every gasp, drinking in how you fall apart like it’s the only thing that still matters.

modulo yuji: who curls his long fingers just right inside you, pumping steady while his mouth stays latched on. he knows the exact angle, the exact pressure- decades of battle-honed precision turned sinful. when you start to cry from the overstimulation, he doesn’t stop; he hums against you, vibrations ripping another orgasm out like he’s collecting them to fill the void. “let it out, pretty thing…i’ve got you.”

modulo yuji: he smirks the first time you squirt all over his face and chest. that rare, crooked smile breaks through the stoic mask-soft, almost boyish despite the his age and tired eyes. “didn’t think you had that in you,” he teases low, licking his lips clean like it’s nectar. then he dives back in, hungrier, determined to make it happen again just to see that adorable, embarrassed flush.

modulo yuji: he is obsessed with your cum like it’s the closest thing to salvation he’s found. fingers, tongue, cock- he draws every last shudder from you, groaning when you clench around him. “more,” he demands quietly, voice wrecked. “give me everything.” he is greedy because he knows time will steal this too, so he takes it all now-lapping, thrusting, filling you until you’re dripping and boneless.

modulo yuji: who sends you filthy voice notes when the loneliness claws too deep and missions keep him away for weeks. late at night, his voice comes through rough and low, thick with need- breathing ragged as he strokes himself slow, the slick sounds wet and obscene in the quiet. “can’t stop thinking about your tight little cunt… how it grips me when i bottom out,” he groans, voice cracking on a whine he’s too far gone to hide. he edges himself mercilessly, drawing it out just to torture himself with thoughts of you, refusing to cum until he imagines your reply-your moans, your pleas-then spills with a broken “fuck, come back soon… need to fill you up again.” the messages pile up, each one more desperate, more wrecked, proof he’s unraveling without you.

modulo yuji: who gets possessive in the quietest, most devastating way. when you’re out in public (rare as it is with his hooded, shadowed existence), he stays close—hand on the small of your back, thumb tracing circles that send heat straight between your legs. later, he strips you slow, eyes dark with that ancient hunger. “no one else touches what’s mine,” he murmurs, biting marks into your neck while he grinds against you, cock leaking pre-cum like he’s marking territory with every rut. he fucks you possessive and claiming-deep, rolling thrusts that make you feel owned, his hands everywhere, growling low “say it… say you’re mine” until you’re sobbing it back, clenching around him like you’ll never let go.

modulo yuji: who holds you after, chest heaving, arms locked tight like he’ll never let go. whispers apologies into your hair for how rough he got, for how long he stayed away. but his hips still twitch, cock half-hard against your thigh, already thinking about round… whatever this is. “stay,” he breathes, the loneliest word from a man who’s outlived the world

hi, yall i’m sorry being late w my post but here u go also thankyou so much for being so supportive 𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟

[queer-as-city-folk]

Remember divorce is always an option

[screechingcollectivechorus]

Even before marriage?

[queer-as-city-folk]

Of course

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ mdni. he says he’s 83. but he possibly can’t be, so you laugh and let him finger you at the bar anyway

yuji itadori has always been terrible at lying.

so when you ask his name—after he’s been staring at you all night in that bar behind your workplace—he tells you it’s yuji. and when you ask how old he is, he tells you he’s 83. you just stare at him for a second. then you break out laughing.

he can’t be that old. obviously. you assume he’s joking, and yuji laughs too, a little nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. because how could he possibly explain that he’s telling the truth? that he is 83, that he just ages very, very slowly, and that despite it all he still looks like he’s barely in his late twenties, at most.

not exactly the kind of small talk you drop on someone you just met. especially not someone you already feel, stupidly and suddenly, like you could spend the rest of your life with. so you treated it like a joke, and he let you.

the night wore on. customers left one by one. last call came and went. the other bartender grumbled something about cleaning the kitchen and told you both to get lost, but neither of you moved. the neon sign outside buzzes softly while rain taps against the windows.

you stay.

he stays.

and eventually the place was empty except for the two of you.

you hop up to sit on the bar, skirt riding up just enough to show the soft skin of your thighs. yuji steps between your knees without thinking—like his body knew where it belonged before his brain caught up.

“what are you doing?” he asks, playing dumb.

your fingers curl into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer. “you’re cute when you’re flustered,” you murmured.

his hands land on your thighs—tentative at first, then bolder when you don’t pull away. you part your legs a little wider. his breath catches when his fingers slip under your skirt, past the waistband of your panties, finding you slick and warm already.

“yuji…” you whisper.

he groans and drops his forehead to your shoulder. “god, you’re so—” he can’t finish the sentence. his fingers slide through your folds, slow and careful, circling your clit until your hips jerk against his palm. he pushes one finger inside you, then two, curling them just right while his thumb keeps moving against your clit. you gasp against his neck, nails biting into his shoulders through his shirt.

he wants to tell you everything.

about the curses crawling through tokyo at night. about the monster he saved you from before. about how he’s been quietly watching over you long before tonight—walking you home from a distance, lingering in the shadows outside your workplace, making sure nothing with teeth or claws ever got close enough to touch you.

about how he’s twenty-three going on forever and terrified you’ll run screaming if you ever saw the real him. about how he’s never wanted anyone like this—like air, like gravity, like something he can’t survive without.

instead he kisses you—deep and desperate—while his fingers fuck you in this shitty little place in shibuya. you clench around him, moan into his mouth, and he thinks maybe he can keep the lie going just a little longer.

“eighty-three, huh?” you pant against his lips after you came down from your high—shuddering, soaking his hand.

he laughs, breathless. “yeah. old man perks.”

you kiss him again, softer this time.

he thinks he might tell you the truth tomorrow.

or maybe the day after.

for now, this—your legs around his waist, his fingers still buried inside you, your smile against his—is more than enough.