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summary: Hiromi Higuruma, lawyer by day, camboy on Fridays, has a degradation kink. He mainly does the streams to fulfill his kink and to gain extra cash. On tonight's stream, though, one of his viewers, a ceo who goes by @ Ryo190, suggests that he should insert ten Easter Eggs into his behind. Will he do it, or will he decline the eager viewer's advances with thick cash tips?
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hiromi: A 27-year-old male. He works full-time as a lawyer, but to fulfill his kink of being degraded, he lives streams every Friday on HoneyBoys. He enjoys streaming and gets pleasure from the men who tip him. Online, he goes by the pseudonym BlackCat.
ryomen: A 38-year-old male. He works full-time as a ceo for a company in Japan. Due to how the economy is currently, his company has been struggling. Tonight, he arrives home, exhausted, and is anticipating BlackCat's stream. Online, he goes by the pseudonym Ryo190.
cw: explicit content, foreign object insertion, masturbation, degradation, sadism, masochism, explicit sexual descriptions, cam-live streams, praise kink
»wc: 4379
8:00 PM…
Ryomen arrives home, glancing up towards the camera above his front door. He stands there with a stern face as the camera scans his features.
ENTRY ACCEPTED, WELCOME HOME RYOMEN SUKANA
He grabs the knob, pushing it down and opening the front door. Inside is a quiet, modern-style home. Ryomen lives by himself, has never married, and has no pets. He takes pride in his lifestyle, preferring to be alone because at work, he’s bombarded with questions from employees and has to complete tedious tasks to keep his company from failing.
His hands let go of his sleek black leather briefcase, setting it on the table near the front door. He walks over to his bedroom, undoing his tie and letting out an exasperated sigh. Today at work was worse than usual; his company is working on a project that needs to be completed by the end of the month, and with how the economy is currently, many employees had to be let go due to budget cuts.
‘At least it’s Friday… BlackCat stream starts at ten, hopefully that’ll relieve some of my stress.’ Ryomen heads to his bathroom, turning the shower knob all the way, letting steam fill the room. He undoes his suit, taking off the rest of his clothes, then opens the glass door, stepping beneath the shower head.
The calluses on his palms grip the stone shower wall; he heaves as the water drips down his muscular body. His breathing gets heavy as he lets the steam fill his lungs
AFTER THE SHOWER
Ryomen emerges from the shower, grabbing the towel hooked on the door. He wraps it around his waist and steps out of his bathroom, strolling to the kitchen.
‘Order in or make food…’ He stands there contemplating, ‘I’ll just make something easy.’
He goes to his pantry, grabbing a packet of Buldak, setting it on his counter as he takes out a bag of shrimp.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER
On the couch, Ryomen leans back, flicks through Netflix, stops on a random movie, and presses play. He eats his soup, checking the time on his phone. ‘An hour till he starts his stream, mm… maybe I’ll tip him well today and request him to do something.’
Ryomen ponders how far BlackCat would go for a good tip. He has watched EVERY. SINGLE. STREAM. Never has missed one, 10:00 PM on the dot, every Friday. The craziest thing Ryomen has seen BlackCat do is pushing eight vibrators of his ass, and God, did that make him spew cum.
He’s watched other streamers, but none of them make him feel as entranced as BlackCat does. Ryomen doesn’t know why, but something about the man behind the camera makes him horny as hell.
The movie plays in the background as his mind wanders; his hands absentmindedly spin the fork in the soup, grabbing noodles and bringing them to his mouth.
Once the bowl is empty, Ryomen stands up and goes to clean the dishes he used before he walks over to his office to watch BlackCat’s stream at ten.
AFTER HE WASHES THE DISHES
Ryomen ambles to his office, opening the French glass doors, and sits at his sleek modern desk. He presses his index finger onto the fingerprint ID on his keyboard
9:45 PM…
His fingers glide against the keyboard, pressing on the keys… HoneyBoys
ENTER
Ryomen grabs the mouse and clicks the favorite creators tab: a single creator’s profile, BlackCat, is in the section.
He clicks on the profile, and a black square pops up with the words: LIVESTREAM STARTING SOON. Ryomen sighs and leans back in his chair, his hand rubbing against the towel; he can feel his cock already hardening at the anticipation.
‘Fuckkkk… come on…’ His foot taps aggressively against the polished wood floor
Ryomen’s eyes stay fixed on the black screen, waiting for the man to pop up into frame. He quickly looks down at the time on his computer, 9:58… two minutes. The towel starts to droop down, his hand moving towards his cock as his legs spread further.
10:00 PM…
… FLASH
The camera turns on, Ryomen’s eyes widen, ‘Holy shit…’
BlackCat sits in the frame, greeting viewers as they file into the stream. He’s wearing black bunny ears, a black mask covering his eyes, drawn-on whiskers, and a flashy corset with translucent tights gripping against his legs. ‘Welcome to today’s stream, everyone! I know I’m known for my cat cosplays, but because today is Easter, I thought I’d play into the holiday, if that's alright with you… my master.’
Ryomen sits up, the towel practically on the floor. He stares at his computer screen, seeing the intense, glistening brown eyes staring right at the camera, as if BlackCat directed those last few words… directly to him.
Hiromi glances at the chat, ‘Thank you for the tips, everyone! I won’t be using the octopus dildo today, master, maybe another time. Hmm, show my ass? Should I?’
The viewers spam the chat section with tips and approvals. ‘YES’ ‘Yes, show your ass, BlackCat!’
‘Alright… I’ll do as you all wish.’ Hiromi stands up and turns around. As he does, he squirms. Once he fully turns around, the chat blows up with comments, in the camera, his ass is in full view, he cut the tights to allow his ass to be visible. A bunny tail butt plug is inside Hiromi’s behind. ‘W-What do you all think? Am I being a good little bunny?’
The chat blows up with thirsty messages… ‘Oh, my god! Push the plug in deeper!!!’ ‘Fuckkk I’m so hard right now, bunny.’ ‘Put a vibrator inside your ass as well!’
Ryomen groans as his hand tightens around his cock, ‘F-fuckk, he looks so good.’
He looks at his computer and sees the background behind BlackCat: a fairly basic bedroom, with few things that would give Ryomen any hints about the streamer’s personal life. In the corner of BlackCat’s bedroom, on the floor, sits an Easter basket.
Ryomen analyzes the basket, some candy, a gift card to a cafe, and painted eggs. Maybe a family member or a friend gifted it to him. His hands move off his dick and move to the keyboard.
DING… DING… DING Ryo190 tipped 25,000 yen!!! Message attached: ‘Hi BlackCat, I cherish your content. I was wondering, the Easter basket on the floor behind you, did a family member give it to you?’
Hiromi hears the celebration noise, sitting back down, his eyes wince slightly at the feeling of the plug moving in his ass. He looks at the chat, ‘Oh, the basket! No, one of my co-workers gifted me the Easter basket. I’m a big fan of chocolate, so I’ll probably have no moderation.’
He lets out a chuckle at his own joke about his moderation with sweets
Ryomen nods, content with the answer.
The stream continues. Hiromi attaches a ball gag around his mouth as he pushes the bunny tail plug out of his ass. He heaves and moans, his eyes welling with water from the overstimulation.
POP
Mmm…! He lets out a loud whimper as the plug plops out. Lube drips out gradually as the rim of his anus pulsates. Beads of sweat are visible on his forehead from exhaustion. He unbuckles the gag as his sultry eyes yearn at the camera for approval, ‘W-Was that good, master?’
The chat: ‘Yes, that was amazing, bunny!’ ‘I’m drenched in cum, BlackCat, thank you.’ ‘Holy shit, best thing you’ve done yet.’
Ryomen brings his hand to his mouth, spitting on it, then wrapping it around his thick cock. He lets out a possessive grumble as he strokes his veiny shaft. He’s annoyed that other men are in the chat, degrading and being nice to BlackCat. His breathing becomes louder as he tightens his grip and ogles at the streamer’s dripping hole.
His gaze wanders back to the Easter basket, specifically to the eggs. There are ten of them. Ten eggs that are painted with various colorful designs. Ryomen lets go of his shaft, grinning at the thoughts that are currently popping up in his brain. ‘Hmm, how much money would it take for him to put all of those eggs in his ass?’
He sits up, typing…
DING… DING… DING Ryo190 tipped 1,598,405 yen!!! Message attached: ‘BlackCat, it would make your master really happy if you put the eggs that are in that Easter basket into your ass, then let them expel out. One by one.’
Hiromi, who is currently jerking off for the viewers, stops, and his eyes widen. Holy shit, who is this man…
He sits up, precum beading at the tip of his dick. ‘T-thank you, master, for the generous tip, I- that’s a large amount of yen.’ Hiromi can’t even think straight. As a lawyer, he gets paid well, but this side career was just to fulfill his degradation kink and earn some money on the side from eager sex driven men.
‘The eggs, all ten?!’ He shifts his gaze from the camera to the basket behind him. The eggs weren’t that large, but fuck, that would hurt.
Ryomen senses BlackCat’s hesitancy. He quickly sends another tip, with a message as well.
DING… DING… DING Ryo190 tipped 16,000 yen!!! Message attached: ‘As your master, I see you’re hesitant. You don’t have to if you’re having doubts, but I’d like to see you put each egg inside yourself. It’d make me, your master, proud.’
Fuck. Hiromi reads the message. He doesn’t want to let his viewers down, especially this specific viewer, but the most he’s ever done is insert eight small circle-shaped vibrators in his behind. It’s kind of similar, he guesses, but can his rectum even fit ten eggs?
The chat: ‘I want to see you do it, BlackCat!’ ‘Ryo190 is weird requesting that…’ ‘Yeah, you should ban him from the livestream!’
‘Guys! Guys! Calm down, please. Ryo’s request isn’t bad, I’m just contemplating how I’d do it.’
Hiromi leans to the side on his chair, grabs the basket, and puts each egg on his desk
The viewers are split, some worrying about Hiromi’s health. Whilst others are suggesting depraved kinks that even make Ryomen gag.
‘Okay, you all are my masters, but I draw the line at some of the suggestions. The egg one, though, I like the idea, thank you, Ryo.’
His breath hitches. BlackCat just thanked him specifically.
‘I think I’m going to end the stream early, thank you all for joining, till next Friday!’ Hiromi scans the chat; many viewers are upset that the stream isn’t as long as previous ones. He frowns slightly, then presses end live stream
Ryomen’s computer screen fades to black. He sits in his chair, understanding why BlackCat ended the stream so suddenly, as some viewers were being quite perverted. Though he felt upset as well, these live streams are the highlight of his week.
He lets out a sigh, then goes to close out of the HoneyBoys website. As he is about to press the X button, a pop-up appears.
NOTIFICATION: BLACKCAT SENDS YOU A REQUEST TO JOIN A PRIVATE LIVE VIDEO CHAT!!! ACCEPT? DENY?
The hell?! Ryomen’s eyes bulge out of their sockets, reading the notification repeatedly. He quickly presses ACCEPT
On his screen is BlackCat, same outfit as before, sitting down with the eggs still on his desk.
‘Sorry, master, you’re probably confused. I was really enthused about your idea, and that you were okay if I wasn’t comfortable with doing it. A lot of the other viewers see me as some prostitute, I guess they play into the whole master and toy thing too much.’
Hiromi's eyes lock into the camera, ‘I can make it so you can join if you have a camera, you don’t have to show your face, but to make me less nervous about putting the eggs up my rectum, I’d like to see parts of you.’
Ryomen gulps. He wants to see my body?
The chat: TYPING… Ryo190: If it’ll ease your nerves, yes, I’ll turn my camera on.’
Hiromi smiles, ‘Thank you. One second, I’ve never done this before, so let me figure out how to send you a request to allow camera access.’
Five minutes go by, and sporadic mouse clicks can be heard from BlackCat’s end.
NOTIFICATION: BLACKCAT SENDS YOU A REQUEST TO ALLOW CAMERA ACCESS. ACCEPT? DENY?
Ryomen makes sure his body looks good and switches his camera on.
ACCEPT
Damn… Hiromi’s eyes widen behind the mask. He didn’t expect that Ryo190 would be this muscular man. His eyes scan over the defined chest, thick black tattoos; they most likely have meaning. The abs are basically glistening from sweat. He guesses that Ryo was jerking off before. ‘N-nice body, master.’
‘Thank you.’ Ryomen smirks out of the camera frame and flexes
Hiromi involuntarily drools. He quickly uses his hand to wipe it off his chin. Embarrassed, his perspective shifts to the desk in front of him, where the eggs are.
‘S-sorry about that. Uhm… so I’ll lube the eggs up quickly then change my position so you have an adequate view.’ He grabs the water-based lube that's out of frame and opens the cap, squirting some onto the first egg, swirling it around in his hand, coating it thoroughly. He places the egg back down on the desk.
Second egg, squirt, swirl in hand, coat it… third egg, fourth egg, fifth egg.
Ryomen sits watching, as if it's something he shouldn’t be viewing. He knows what’s about to happen next, and his body is warm, jittering. His patience is running thin; he cannot wait to see how BlackCat’s anus will swallow the eggs, how his stomach will bulge, making him squirm and whimper.
Sixth egg, seventh egg, eighth egg, ninth egg… tenth egg.
‘The eggs are ready, master.’ Hiromi gazes at the camera. He’s honestly nervous to do this, but a part of him is exhilarated. Maybe it's dopamine, or his degradation kink. Being ordered to do a task from his master, fuckkkk…
He shifts his camera down, then leans back in the chair, spreading his legs. His hole is still gaping slightly from the plug. ‘Is this a good view master?’
Breathtaking. His ass is immaculate. Slightly hairy, usually Hiromi would use a hair removal cream, because many of his viewers prefer a clean, shiny ass, but he got rather busy at work and had to take some files home this week. Ryomen doesn’t mind, though. He leans back in his office chair, licking his lips, intentionally letting some saliva drip slowly down his bottom lip, not wiping it off.
Hiromi’s hole pulsates; the inside is noticeably visible, a pink shade coats the anus.
‘Master?’ He asks, after not getting a response from the first time he’d asked the question
‘Sorry, yes, this is an optimal view.’
Hiromi smiles, proud of himself and for pleasing his master
‘Okay, I’m going to start inserting the eggs…’ His breathing starts to pace
‘Start slowly, bunny.’ Ryomen lets him know. He doesn’t want BlackCat to injure himself for his gratification.
He nods leisurely, then grabs one of the eggs and examines its surface. It’s slick, so it should slide in fairly easily.
Hiromi presses the egg against his hole, rubbing it in a circular motion, teasing his sphincter by injecting the tip of the egg inside, then slowly taking it out.
‘You’re doing well.’ Ryomen’s breath hitches. His hand squeezes the head of his thick cock. He lets out a roaring groan
‘Thank you. I’m going to i-insert the egg now.’ He presses the tip of the egg with his palm. His anus starts to expand around the egg.
SHWOOP
His hole suctions the egg, like a vacuum. Hiromi's accessible hand grips his chair handle. Ahh…! ‘I-It feels weird but not b-bad.’ His voice quivers
‘Baby, you look like a good little bunny right now.’ Ryomen expresses, his thumb adding pressure to the tip of his throbbing member as he leans forward into the camera, his face still out of view.
‘Your hole, good God. I can see how the muscles inside are contracting and expanding.’ He bites his lip, involuntarily moaning at the sight
BlackCat brings his index finger against his hole, swirling it along the rim, pressing slightly. Lube that’s coating the egg trickles. He pushes it back in, making the egg go deeper. Ngh… ah~
‘Suck on your index finger.’ Ryomen instructs
‘Yes, master.’ Hiromi’s index finger swirls once more, then he takes it, opening his mouth and pressing the finger against his tongue. Mmm~ He closes his mouth, sucking the sweat and lube off his finger, bringing it deeper into his mouth, pressing onto the ulva.
Saliva drips out onto his succulent lips, cascading down to his chin. Ryomen’s hand speeds up on his cock, ‘J-just like that, baby, good boy. Such a g-good fucking boy.’
Hiromi’s other hand grabs the second egg, sweat beads on his forehead as he continues sucking on his finger. He presses the egg onto the rim of his hole. It pulsates. He then strengthens his push, breathing heavily, Oh god~
His hand does one last push, and the egg expands his anus, pushing inside. He takes his finger out of his mouth, heaving loudly, ‘M-Master ngh~ I can feel b-both of them inside me.’
‘Keep going, you’re doing well. I know you can take all ten.’ Ryomen's smile curls; he wants to see BlackCat fall apart for him.
… FIFTH EGG
Hiromi is in distress; his corset is untied, the tights he had on are slipped off and on the floor, and his body is glazed in sweat, drool, and lube.
‘M-master, I can’t. I can’t do any more. I’m s-so sorry.’ His eyes doe at the camera, the mask still covering the top part of his face.
‘BlackCat for me, please. It would make master pleased.’ Ryomen ponders how he could help make this easier
‘I can show my face if you’d like.’
BlackCat perks up, still exhausted but nods eagerly. ‘Y-yes, sir, that’d help. I’d love to see your face.’
Ryomen turns his camera off for a second, rummaging through his office closet, aha, a mask he wore for a masquerade event
He slips the simple black mask on and turns his camera back on, positioning it to show his face and body.
‘How is this?’ He grins, hoping this will help
BlackCat’s mouth curls into a smile, ‘Master, you look dashing.’ His face runs red, and he looks away, embarrassed at how easy it is to please him
‘Thank you.’ Ryomen stops himself from saying anything more. He’d like to ask to see the streamer’s face, but he understands why it's not possible due to confidential reasons.
‘I wish you were here, so your member could be deep inside me. It feels like I know you more deeply because of this private stream.’
Ryomen sits stunned, shit… ‘I wish I were there too, baby. I’d worship your body. You are my muse, BlackCat.’
Both of them sit in silence, staring at the camera. Their eyes piercing into one another’s, calculating every physical attribute.
Hiromi breaks the quietness, ‘I-I’m going to do the fifth egg now.’ A pause, ‘Keep your eyes on me, master, your eyes are captivating.’
He grabs the fifth egg, his hand shaking as he presses it into his hole. ‘G-God, I can feel the other four going deeper. ngh~’
The egg fills his rectum, the prominent bulge forms in his lower abdomen, ‘Master, ah~, did I do well?’
Ryomen’s eyes stay on BlackCat’s; his cock is starting to pulsate. He knows he is about to lose control
‘Y-yes w-well.. Well, ah shit~’ His voice starts to crack, and his words slur as the pent-up cum flows through his testes, to the epididymis, and travels into the vas defernes.
I-I c-can’t cum yet… five more eggs
His body starts to flex irregularly. Ryomen removes his hand from his cock, letting out a desperate groan.
… EIGHTH EGG
Both are leaning back in their chairs, sweaty and exhausted, but Hiromi is determined to finish. He grabs the eighth egg, mmm~. ‘E-eighth egg master, almost done.’
‘Good boy, you’ve been so good for me. I have a request.’ Ryomen sits up
‘Thank you. Yes? What’s the request?’
‘I recall you utilizing nipple pinchers in a previous stream. Do you still have them?’
‘Y-yes, I do! Would you like me to use them, master?’ Hiromi’s eyes squint, questioning the request
‘I’d like you to.’
Hiromi nods, glancing around his room, and then sees the pinchers on his nightstand. Shit. He glances back at his computer, ‘Sir, the item is, ngh~ not nearby. It’d require me to get up.’
Ryomen’s eyes shift to the nightstand and smirks, ‘Get up, make sure not to push any of the eggs out. I know you can do it.’
‘B-but mast-’ He gulps nervously
‘But nothing. You will do it, that's an order.’ Ryomen feels bad, but he knows BlackCat enjoys pain based on the streams he has watched
BlackCat lets out a low whimper, then places his hands on the chair handles. His legs wobble as he stands. ‘I-I will complete the task.’
His arms wrap around his stomach, clenching it. He limps slowly to the nightstand, letting out low moans as the eggs shift inside him.
‘Phenomenal, keep going, you’re almost there.’
Hiromi quickens his pace and finally reaches the nightstand. He grabs both of the pinchers.
‘Put them on. Then walk back.’
Fuck fuck fuck… one of the eggs ngh~ slipping
He clenches his ass, turning around and puts both of the pinchers onto his nipples, his mouth opens, releasing a loud yelp. J-just have to get back to the chair, then push the last three eggs in. The pain ngh~ it’s so intoxicating
Hiromi's body trembles as he takes one step, then another, slowly trying to get back to the chair. As he reaches the chair, his nipples pulsate and his body jolts, ahh~!!! He swiftly sits down, shaking.
‘Amazing, God, it’s as if you enjoy the pain.’ Ryomen teases
He picks the eighth egg back up from where he placed it. Hiromi leans back. This egg causes no resistance as he harshly presses it onto his sphincter
SHWOOP
Ngh~
Tears well in his eyes, slowly falling down his face. ‘M-Master it feels s-so… so… gratifying.’ He smiles at the camera, wiping the tears
… TENTH EGG
‘My muse, I have one last request.’ Ryomen enjoyed seeing BlackCat squirm, trying to retrieve the pinchers; now he’d like to edge him.
‘Yes?’
‘As you put in the last egg, press on your abdomen. Remember, no eggs must be expelled.’
‘My stomach?!’ Hiromi's eyes avert downward at his sweat-filled chest. He places one of his hands on his stomach, squeezing it. ‘M-Master I, I ca- ngh~ I’ll t-, I’ll try.’
‘Very well. Now, push the final egg inside your ass.’ Ryomen’s eyes stare directly at BlackCat’s gaping hole. He starts to continue to stroke, slowly, edging himself
Press, mmm~
Hiromi grabs the last egg. He eyeballs it, knowing he’s close to cumming and this egg could be the solution.
He’s exhausted, horny, and wants to please his master. Hiromi drives the egg into his hole, his back arches, and his toes curl as his hand compresses his stomach. Oh my G-God!!!
‘M-Master I’m g-going to a-ahh~ master!’ The eggs shoot out of his ass, as if it were a paint gun. His fingers dig into his chair, creating visible marks.
‘Ngh~ oh n-no.’ Hiromi’s cock throbs, and he starts to stroke it relentlessly, his free hand moves above his head, snagging the chair into his grip again, ripping into the leather. ‘S-something’s different, m-master!’
His eyes roll back, and piss streams onto his chest, drenching his body. He chokes on his moans, his horniness overtaking his sensibility.
‘M-My muse, my muse!’ Ryomen’s vocal cords stretch, making his voice hoarse. He’s close, pre cum floods his shaft as he lets out a strangled moan and cums. His burly chest is abstractly painted a pearly white.
Both stay sitting, breathing heavily, dazed, and take a moment to process what just occurred.
‘Thank you, that was astounding, master. I would’ve never done this if it wasn’t for your request.’
Hiromi manages to let out a breathless chuckle
‘You're welcome, it was my pleasure. I had a pleasant time.’
… AFTER THEY BOTH LEAVE THE PRIVATE VIDEO CHAT
‘Damn.’ Ryomen slumps in his chair. What the hell
He tries to stand, but his legs give out, and he sits back down, sighing, taking out his phone, and opening his calendar app.
APRIL 10TH: BlackCat’s Next Stream 10:00 PM
…
TWO WEEKS LATER
Ryomen is in his kitchen, preparing breakfast, when his doorbell chimes. He questions who it could be and steps towards the door.
CLICK, UNLOCK
There in front of him stands a mailman, ‘Oh, I didn’t order anything recently.’ His eyes gaze down at the package on the man’s side.
‘Mm, well, I don’t know, but it’s a package for this address. I’ll need you to sign.’ The mailman grumbles.
‘Okay.’ Ryomen grabs a pen from a kitchen drawer and then signs the paperwork
‘Thanks, here's your package.’
‘Yeah, thanks for delivering it. Have a good day.’ He closes his front door and locks it, strolling back to the kitchen, sifting through one of the drawers, and taking out a knife.
RIPPPPP
In the cardboard box, a letter lies, with a white opaque bag beneath it. Hm?
Dear, Master (Ryo190) I wanted to gift you something for joining me in the private chat room and for requesting the egg idea. Thank you for being a viewer of my shows, and I hope to see you again (in or out of the stream chats). Your Muse, BlackCat
‘My muse.’ Ryomen smiles at the letter, then grabs the white bag. He tears it open with his teeth
He peeks inside, and his eyes widen. Eggs. THE EGGS. Ryomen takes each of them out, shocked and not sure what to say, but also amused. He takes one into his hand, rolling it around slowly.
Don’t that would be repulsive
Don’t. Don’t. Don-
His hand raises the egg, as if it were a cherished heirloom. He lowers his head and puts the egg near his mouth. Ryomen sticks his tongue out and licks the egg, his other hand palming his sweatpants.
‘Mmm~ s-so good. It tastes like how I imagined his hole would.’ His hand moves to the counter, gripping it, and he rubs against the kitchen drawer, grunting as he licks another egg.
Ryomen’s dick throbs in his sweats. He presses his member harder against the drawer. ‘Fuck, I’m cumming, I-I’m cumming!’
His body shudders as his boxers fill with sperm; some dribble down his leg slowly. He drops the egg onto the counter as he grips the edge of it
…
LATER THAT DAY
The eggs are now encased in a glass case in his office. Ryomen sits working on the project his company has to complete. His eyes drift to the eggs, ‘My muse, mine.’
WRITTEN BY @zeeoutlet, DON'T INPUT INTO AI!!!
A/N: I used USD currency and transferred what it would be in YEN.
25,000 yen = 156 USD 1,598,405 yen = 10,037 USD 16,000 yen = 100 USD
A/N: This was a fun one to write, had sooooo many ideas that I was able to utilize.
A/N: Hiromi uses sir/master for viewers of his streams.
A/N: I interchangeably used BlackCat/Hiromi depending on the point of view I was writing the sentences from.
BlackCat: In the view of Ryomen.
Hiromi: In his view.
spiderman x mj
water yearns this way
summary: In chapter one of Water Yearns This Way, Peter and Michael meet for the first time during school hours. This interaction is quite awkward for both of them, but it establishes that they know one another. As the fanfiction progresses, Peter will become Spiderman, which has some pros and cons. He will also join Midtown High's photography club to take pictures of Michael during swim meets. He and Michael will start to talk more and eventually gain feelings for one another.
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giveon - avalanche 𖢥
kali uchis - worth the wait 🕸️
destin conrad - it's only you 𖢥
omar apollo - waiting on you 🕸️
evan pak - amnesia 𖢥
isaiah huron - unsure 🕸️
⋆⭒˚.⋆characters⋆.˚⭒⋆
peter parker: A high school junior, not known by many at the school. Has an interest in photography, and he carries his camera with him. Quite clumsy and awkward during social events/conversations.
michael (mj): A high school junior who is on the Midtown High's swim team. He is fairly well known but keeps to himself or his friend group. Outgoing when needed but likes to keep to himself.
CHAPTER I: The First Meet
»wc: 1030
Peter Parker is a high school junior who is quite a loner. Due to his ‘nerdy’ appearance, he is a target for some of the boys in the ‘popular’ clique at Midtown High School, specifically Flash Thompson. One day, in the school halls, after being shoved against a locker by Flash, Peter rushes to geometry, hoping he won't be late. He takes out his phone to check the time… 10:55 AM. He has three minutes to get to his class. Peter starts to scurry while glancing at the time on his phone. As he checks a third time, he crashes into someone. As Peter raises his head, rubbing it slightly with his hand, his eyes meet another boy’s face. For a second, he is speechless, mesmerised, ‘S-sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you, I’m trying to get to class before the-’ the late bell rings and his body jolts, ‘... bell, damn it.’ The boy glances at his stance; Peter’s foot taps on the floor repeatedly.
‘It’s alright, are you nervous?’ The boy questions, gesturing to the foot
‘W-what? No, like I said, I have a class that I’m now late for.’ Peter glances at his leg, and his face reddens at the sight of his foot tapping involuntarily; he stops it and looks back at the boy.
‘Fair enough, well, I’m Michael.’ Michael says, trying to lighten the mood
‘I’m P-Peter.’ Peter tries to remain calm through this situation, but fails miserably. ‘Sorry, but I have to get to class.’
Michael understands and nods, ‘No Worries, see you around, Peter.’
‘Yeah, s-see ya.’ He walks through the halls quickly and finally arrives at his class. Peter sits at his desk, unzipping his book bag and taking out his notebook. His teacher observes his tardiness, but doesn’t call Peter over to their desk.
3:00 PM: AFTER SCHOOL
Peter trudges back home, sulking because of how nervous he reacted to bumping into Michael.
Stupid, stupid, stupid…
At home
He walks into the kitchen, where his aunt May is. She’s preparing pasta and grilled chicken for dinner. ‘You’re serious? Pasta.’ Peter asked.
‘Since when don’t you like pasta, hm?’ May responded with. He shakes his head and hops up onto the kitchen counter, grabbing the apple juice nearby, twisting the cap open, and taking a sip
Peter’s uncle, Ben, enters the kitchen with a box. ‘Ben Parker, don’t you even think about placing that filthy box in this kitchen.’ May scolds with a grunt.
‘These are my trophies from playing bowling back in the day.’ Ben gulped, knowing how his wife gets about cleanliness in spaces she deems hers.
‘Fine, leave the box in the kitchen.’ He nods and places the cardboard box on the dining table, then shifts his perspective to Peter
‘Peter, follow me to the basement, there’s a plumbing issue I need some aid with.’ Ben starts to walk towards the basement door, and Peter hops down from the counter. ‘Alright, coming!’
IN THE BASEMENT
‘It appears the water from the full line, a pipe, must have worn down over the years. Can you fix it?’ Ben glimpses over at Peter in the dark basement, the only source of light coming from a small window.
‘Yeah, not today though. I’ll go to the hardware store tomorrow.’ He fixates on some boxes in a nearby corner, then looks back at his uncle
‘Alright, Peter, thank you. I’m going to head upstairs. Don’t stay down here for too long, your aunt will probably have dinner completed soon.’ With that, Uncle Ben heads back to the first floor. Peter stands in the basement, glancing back at the boxes.
What’s inside them?
Peter shuffles over to the corner, kneeling in front of the boxes. He grabs one of the boxes, rummages through it, then puts it down and grabs another. Framed photos, holiday decorations, some of Peter’s old toys, and a brown leather briefcase with the initials ‘RP’
‘What’s this…?’ Peter takes the leather briefcase out of the box, setting it on the ground beside him. His fingers graze the leather and the embossed initials.
‘Dad’s briefcase...’ He quickly puts everything else back into the boxes, then grabs the briefcase, going back upstairs and scurries to his bedroom.
In his bedroom
Peter sits on the floor, setting the briefcase in front of him. He opens the briefcase, pulling the items out and placing them nearby him.
Pens, a calculator, glasses, tokens, a mathematical formula, a picture of his dad, and an unknown man both in lab coats, an old phone, and an ID badge labeled ‘OSCORP’
Peter, as a child, never knew what his father did for work. Sometimes he’d arrive home in the same lab coat in the picture from the briefcase. So, as a kid with a vast imagination would, he came up with jobs such as a doctor for aliens and a mad scientist that his father could be working as.
He grabs the ID badge and stands up, sitting at his desk. Peter types on his keyboard, ‘ Richard Parker OSCORP.’ ENTER
Daily Bugle Online: Scientists at OSCORP Announce Impending Breakthrough
Cross-Species Genetics: Science Fiction or Science Fact?
A World Without Weakness: Dr. Curt Connors
Peter’s eyes land on the name Curt Connors. He types the name into the search bar and finds out that Connor’s still alive and works at Oscorp.
‘Curt Connors…’ He stretches down and grabs the picture of his father and the man
Peter had never seen the man before; he figured that his parents had kept things secret when he was younger, which is why they left him with his aunt and uncle. When news came out that his parents died in a plane crash, he didn’t know how to deal with his emotions. Aunt May tried her best to conserve his childhood, and though it did help, the deaths hindered Peter’s emotions and self-confidence as he became a teenager.
His eyes welled with tears as he studied the picture, then glanced back at his computer. ‘I-I have to go to Oscorp and find this man; maybe I can get more information on why my parents were so secretive when I was younger.’
WRITTEN BY @zeeoutlet, DON'T INPUT INTO AI!!!
(A/N: This chapter is heavily based on scenes in TASM. I did want to add some parts from the movie, so some parts of the fanfic could remain canon. Other chapters after this will have more original ideas while still remaining loosely canon to both TASM movies.)
I now have an AO3 account ^_^
The link for it is on my CARRD!
My next fic will be quite a long one and won't be an oneshot. I'll be releasing chapters for this one here and on Wattpad (& eventually on AO3 once I get access to an account).
Spiderman x MJ: water yearns this way, coming soon!
MASTERLIST-
UPDATED ONCE A NEW POST COMES OUT
WORKS
one night only
Alpha Toji Zenin X Enigma Ryomen Sukana
stretch before running
Hiromi Higuruma X Kento Nanami
ten eggs
Camboy Hiromi Higuruma X CEO Ryomen Sukana
!higunana
stretch before running: short story
summary: After arriving back home from a run around the neighborhood, Nanami's legs are sore and cramping. His husband, Higuruma, ridicules him for never listening to Higuruma's advice to stretch before his morning runs. Despite the subtle teasing, he massages Nanami's legs, which relieves the soreness a tad, but as Higuruma's hands work up to the thigh, Nanami starts to feel tension near his...
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omar apollo - invincible ⚘
destin conrad - war! ༄
isaiah falls - florida baby ⚘
story inspired by art from youkai:
tiktok: @ youka.i & instagram: @ youka.i_
cw: mature content, subtle sexual references, tension, teasing
» wc: 570
The front door opens, Nanami trudges in, limping slightly as he dry heaves, and sits down on the couch in the living room. He takes off his shoes and leans back, his legs sore from a run. Higuruma, Nanami's husband, is in the kitchen preparing dinner when he hears heavy breathing from the living room. He lets out an awarding chuckle, then saunters over. As he reaches the living room, Higuruma puts both of his arms on his sides, 'I won't say I told you so, but I did say to make sure to stretch before running, and this is precisely why.'
'I didn't have time...' Nanami muttered, trying to brush off the cramps in his legs
(A/N: Kento had time; he's stubborn and didn't want to waste valuable time on stretching.)
Higuruma lets out an annoyed sigh, 'Kento, you always say that. I understand you come straight home from work, change, then go to work out, but stretching is important; you aren't getting any younger.' Nanami nods, knowing that Hiromi is correct, 'I know... I know, I would rather not miss our quality time. We both have busy schedules; I want, at the very least, for dinner and the evening to be dedicated to spending time together.'
Higuruma tears up; he knows Nanami isn't one to show his emotions when discussing their issues. He walks to the ottoman, pushing it towards the couch, 'Put your legs up, I'll give you a massage.' Nanami sets his legs on the ottoman. 'What about dinner?' He questions, smelling the food's aroma, 'I put the stove on low before coming to check on you. Nothing will burn.' Nanami smiles and nods as Higuruma gently grabs one of his legs and starts massaging it, pressing his fingers into the calf, kneading the muscles, and easing the pressure. 'It's just a bad cramp, still, you need to stretch.' Higuruma is too focused to realize Nanami has his hand over his face as he leans his head back on the couch cushion, 'R-right there.' He lets out shakily
'My massage skills must be good, your leg is trembling.' Higuruma lets out a satisfied laugh, 'Y-yeah, ah~, good skills.' Nanami tittered, trying not to make it known that he's getting turned on by Hiromi's hands on his legs. 'Okay, now onto your other leg.' He moves his hands onto the right leg, pressing into the calf just like he did with the left leg. 'Mm~ f-fuck...' Nanami mutters under his breath. 'What was that?' Higuruma looks up, his eyes widen at the visible bulge. Nanami quickly grabs a pillow nearby and covers himself, mortified that he got hard from a simple massage.
'G-go back to the kitchen..' Nanami sheepishly lets out, 'What about your leg? I didn't get to finish the thigh area.' Higuruma stands up, still stunned but also making an effort not to laugh. 'D-dont worry about it, I-I'll start stretching.' His face is red, and he glances at the floor, attempting to make his brain think about something else so his dick will soften. Higuruma stands up and lets out a chuckle. He walks behind the couch, leans down, and kisses Nanami's head. 'Now you understand.' He stands back up and leaves the living room, walking back to the kitchen and continues to prepare dinner, laughing to himself about the situation
Nanami remains sitting on the couch, letting out a groan of embarrassment
WRITTEN BY @zeeoutlet, DON'T INPUT INTO AI!!!
(A/N: This story was fun to write and not so difficult as the tojikuna one haha... next fic will be a longer one though! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧) (A/N: Inspiration for this story came from art by @ youka.i_ on instagram / @ youka.i on tiktok. Please go support them◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜)
Next fic will be a short story based on Hiromi and Nanami. ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ
!tojikuna
one night only
backstory: Alphas must only marry once and remain loyal to their partner even if they pass. Enigmas may marry multiple times, to any omega or alpha, as they please.
playlists as you read ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|•
sonder - one night only ☠︎︎
partynextdoor + drake - cn towers ↺
kehlani - sucia ☣︎
kale joseph - want u ↺
pino - faceted ☣︎
kale joseph - 1 of 1 ☠︎︎
⋆˙⟡ characters ⟡˙⋆
toji: A male who is classified as an alpha in this universe. He is 33 years old and has a 13-year-old son named Megumi. Toji lost his wife at the age of 23 when Megumi was 3 years old. Since then, he has cared for his son and works as a data analyst for a corporation in Japan. He and his son are fairly well off and can afford necessities and splurge on things here and there.
sukana: A male who is classified as an enigma in this universe. He is 45 years old. Sukana owns a well-known business in Japan and is fairly wealthy. In his free time, he goes to bars with friends and his colleagues. He can seem intimidating, but he has a soft side once someone gets to know him. Sukana hasn’t married anyone and likes to sleep around due to being an enigma; his status makes it easy to find an omega or an alpha who would have intercourse with him.
» wc: 3878
It’s been 10 years since the loss of his wife, and Toji hasn’t dated another woman since remaining loyal to his late wife.
One night, his son Megumi decides to have a sleepover with his long-time friend Itadori, so Toji has a night off. He quickly decided that, at first, he would stay home and drink, but for some reason, he felt the urge to go out. So he takes a shower and puts on a black button-up and grey slacks
After he finishes getting ready, Toji gets to his car and, for a second, contemplates whether this is a good idea. He hasn’t gone out in a while unless his colleagues dragged him to some bar or restaurant, and even those he was uncomfortable at. Though he is nervous to go out, especially alone, Toji wants to have a nice night. He starts his engine and drives to a nearby bar
Once Toji reaches the bar, he glances around, seeing people dancing and drinking; some are alone, others with a group. He walks over to the bar…
‘Hello, sir, what could I get for you tonight?’ The Bartender, a man in his mid-20s, asks
Toji takes a second, overstimulated with the menu, he remembers his wife always ordered a Long Island iced tea... he sighs at the thought, then answers...
‘...Can I do a Long Island iced tea?’ Toji says solemnly
Toji takes out his wallet from his pocket, pulls out his credit card to pay, and hands it to the bartender
The bartender takes the credit card
‘Of course, let me make it for you.’
Toji sits at the bar patiently waiting for his drink to be made
‘Here you go, sir.’ The bartender slides the Long Island iced tea over to Toji
‘Thanks.’
Toji stays sitting at the bar area and nurses his drink. He subtly glances around the bar; most people are socializing, while others sit alone, getting wasted.
He continues to look around the building
Then his eyes landed on a private booth where a man in a white button-up shirt, unbuttoned to a point, Toji can see his defined chest, sitting alone with a whiskey in his hand. This man looks different than other patrons, he has four arms and two sets of eyes on his face. His body is covered in tattoos from his face to his arms. (At least those are the ones Toji can see…)
Toji keeps his gaze on the man, then decides to look away, and he promptly continues to drink.
While drinking, Toji’s mind starts to wander. He knows alphas are supposed to remain loyal to their partner even after their passing, and he’s never been interested in men. But something is calling him to speak to the intriguing burly man in the private booth.
Toji glances back at the private booth, and as he does, his eyes meet the man’s, his pheromones rise, and he feels a warm sensation in his chest. He quickly goes back to looking at the bar area and his drink
‘The hell…’
Sukana’s pov
8:00 PM…
Sukana leaves his office building, heading to the parking garage, exhausted and wanting to unwind, he decides to go to his favorite bar in the city. As he gets in his car, he lets out an exasperated sigh; his day at work was demanding, as usual. Sukana starts his car and drives out of the parking garage, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he heads to the bar
… Once Sukana arrives at the bar, he heads to his designated private booth
His frame fills most of the booth, but it was Sukana’s favorite spot because he could see… everyone, giving him a good view of potential alphas and omegas he could swindle into sleeping with him, thanks to his good looks and money.
A bartender comes over, and Sukana orders a whiskey
Note: (Sukana’s preferred drink is whiskey; he finds the smoky taste endearing. It matches well with his sandalwood pheromones.)
The bartender comes back to the private booth and gives Sukana the glass of whiskey
Sukana leans back in the booth, manspreading, as he nurses his drink. He scans the bar, seeing people socializing, some of whom he can tell are omegas trying too hard to get alphas' attention. He snickers at the easiness of the omegas
Though Sukana isn't exclusive with who he has intercourse with, he prefers alphas due to the double dominance that occurs. He likes seeing alphas lose their power as he teases, making them beg for him to fill their ass with his cocks. Alphas are also a challenge, which Sukana enjoys; some do fold quickly at the sight of his looks (and intense pheromones), or his obvious wealth. Most alphas, though, are harder to convince; cockiness is a trait many have due to their genetics.
As he continues to pick at the people in the bar, trying to find a potential hookup, his eyes meet another's. A man, sitting at the bar, was dressed rather nicely. The man’s gaze doesn’t last long as he quickly turns his head back to the bar area and his drink.
Sukana is intrigued, and as the enigma he is, his ego overrides his reasoning, and Sukana stands up, fixes his white button-up and his hair, grabs his glass of whiskey, and walks over to the bar…
General pov of both
Sukana, without asking, takes the seat next to the man at the bar area.
‘May I sit here?’ Sukana says slyly, trying to play coy
‘You already are.’ Toji says, annoyingly, though shocked, the man from the private booth came to speak to him
‘Ryomen Sukana.’ Sukana holds out one of his hands for a handshake
Toji hesitantly takes his hand, shaking it
‘Toji Zenin.’
Sukana then lets go of Toji’s hand and glances down at the drink he has
‘Long Island Iced Tea… you like sweet things?’
Toji takes a second to answer, his gaze pondering on the drink
‘... No, I don’t.’
‘Then why’d you order it? That’s a waste of money.’
‘It was my wife’s favorite… decided to get it because I didn’t know what I wanted to order…’
Sukana takes a second to gather what to say; he usually isn’t an emotionally understanding person
‘Sorry for bringing it up. When did she pass?’
‘No, it's okay, you didn’t know, she passed ten years ago. I’ve mourned, but it’s still a tough topic.’
‘That’s understandable. Have you dated anyone since…?’
‘No, alphas aren’t allowed to, and I don’t even know if I could date again, it’s been a while.’
Sukana scoffs at the whole ‘rule’ idea
‘Do you really believe in those idiotic rules that society made up?’
Toji looks up at Sukana, a tad taken aback
‘Yeah… they were made for a reason.’
‘What’s the reason then?’ Sukana genuinely wants to know Toji’s thoughts on the rules
Toji takes a minute to think, but no plausible reason comes up in his mind
‘I mean… maybe so every alpha only has one omega, the omega population is dwindling.’
‘Bull… as an enigma, I can marry multiple people, no matter if they’re an omega or alpha. Should be the same for every status.’
‘Yeah, I guess so, never thought of it really.’ Toji is now contemplating the rules society made, and the alcohol isn’t helping either in keeping his mind grounded
A moment of silence occurs between the two, and Sukana glances at Toji’s face, his clean-shaven face, sharp jawline… his eyes lower down to the chest area, and he can see every muscle through Toji’s tight black button-up.
Sukana’s mind races with inappropriate thoughts, his eyes gleam at the idea of having this man pinned to a bed, begging to be fucked as he teases his dick with his stomach tongue
… Sukana decides to test the waters. He glances down and puts his hand on Toji’s left thigh, rubbing it slowly.
Toji sits shocked. He can feel the warmth of Sukana’s hand, rubbing on his thigh, getting closer to his inner thigh. After sitting there not knowing what to say, he finally musters up…
‘W-what are you doing?’
‘Touching your thigh, what do you think I’m doing?’ Sukana smirks at Toji’s nervousness
‘I’m not into men, and even if I’m not sure about the rules, I’m still devoted to my late wife.’
Toji's inner monologue My wife, I can't be interested in anyone else; she was my first and final love. God… I'm not into men… I'm not into men… I'm not- his hand is so warm though, and it's getting closer to my dick. It's the alcohol, it has to be that, I'm not thinking straight.
‘I’d think your wife would want you to be happy, don’t you think the same?’
‘Well, of course, but she’s my wife, even if she isn’t here, I feel the need to remain loyal to her.’
‘So if I were a woman, you would react the same?’ Sukana asks
‘Yeah, it doesn’t matter. But… I am a human and do have needs.’
Toji is still wary of Sukana’s hand on his thigh (now inner thigh), but doesn’t do anything about it being there
‘Do you ever fulfill those needs?’
‘No, I don’t…’ Toji sighs as he looks at his almost empty glass
‘Would you want to, with someone?’ Sukana says as he leans into Toji’s ear and whispers the question sultry
Sukana’s hand moves towards Toji’s groin, rubbing it slowly, feeling him harden. Toji’s breath hitches as he feels his cock grow; his pheromones heighten. He feels the same warm sensation travel through his body, as he did when he looked over at the private booth and when both of their eyes met.
A cinnamon aroma fills the air around them, Sukana’s nose smells the pheromones which trigger his to seep through his body, allowing Toji to get familiar with his sandalwood scent
‘I'm straight, Sukana.'
Sukana chuckles, knowing the effect his hand is having on Toji currently ‘I know, but, for one night only, why don’t you let go, and let me take care of you?’
Toji is in a trance; the alcohol and the mix of both of their pheromones (& the obvious hand on his crotch) are making it hard for him to stay in control.
Toji's inner monologue ‘Why don’t you let go… and let someone let me take care of you?’ Take care of me? I’m the one usually supporting someone, always caring for my son. Is it okay to let this handsome, burly man in and give him control?
‘What would we do?’
‘Whatever you’d want, we can go at your pace.’ Sukana continues to rub Toji’s inner thigh slowly to calm his nerves
‘I’m not saying okay yet, where would we do… this though?’ Toji looks down at his thigh, then back at Sukana
‘There’s a hotel nearby, if that's fine with you.’
Toji takes a second to contemplate this whole thing, wondering if he is really going to leave the bar with this man and possibly have sex with him.
‘... Okay, let's go to the hotel.’ Toji stands up from his stool
Sukana smirks and pays for both of their tabs. He then moves his hand to Toji’s back, leading him out of the bar.
Once they are both outside the bar
‘Are we walking there?’ Toji asks
‘Yeah, if that’s alright with you. It’s not a far walk.’ Sukana looks at Toji, waiting for an answer back
‘... Walking's fine.’
Sukana nods and smiles, walking alongside Toji, smelling his cinnamon pheromones wafting from his nervousness.
10:00 PM…
They arrive at the hotel, a rather luxurious one, which makes sense given how Sukana holds himself. He takes out his wallet and hands it to the hotel receptionist.
‘The best room you have, charge it to that card for a night stay.’
‘Of course, sir.’ The receptionist charges his card and hands him a hotel room card (and his card), ‘floor 8, room 805.’
‘Thank you.’ Sukana takes both cards
Both of them head to the elevator, Sukana presses floor 8. ‘Relax, okay?’ Sukana says, ‘Sorry, just nervous.’ Toji replies, looking over at Sukana as the elevator rises. ‘I’ll calm your nerves, just trust me, okay?’ Sukana looks over. Toji nods in response
DING ‘FLOOR 8’
The elevator doors open, and both of them walk out into floor eight, heading to room 805. Once they reach the door, Sukana swipes the keycard and opens it, gesturing for Toji to go inside first. As Toji walks into the hotel room (note: penthouse suite), his eyes marveled at the pristine condition of the room. The bustling city can be seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows; Toji has never had the chance to pamper himself to this extent.
Sukana, as he walks in after, catches Toji’s immense gaze at the city below, ‘Never been in a hotel like this?’
‘No, my job doesn’t pay enough for such luxuries, but I get by fine.’ Toji says begrudgingly, looking at Sukana as the city lights shine onto both of their faces
‘Well, tonight, forget about everything. Remember, let me take care of you.’
Toji nods, still stunned by the room and the view of the city
‘Want to shower?’
Toji’s head whips to look at Sukana, ‘The hell… together?!’ Sukana lets out a small chuckle, ‘Yeah, unless you prefer showering separately.’ Toji takes a second, contemplating the idea of showering with this man, meaning they’d both see each other naked (well, obviously), possibly leading to sex. ‘Tch... together is fine, I guess.'
‘Okay then, I’m going to head in first, you join me when you’re ready.’ Sukana doesn’t wait for an answer and walks to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, Toji hears the faint sound of the shower water hitting the floor.
Toji's inner monologue What the hell… why did I say showering together is ‘fine,’ this is so weird, but he’s so handsome and respectful. Does this make me gay? Or bisexual? (yes, Toji, it does) I’m still confused about his four arms and double sets of eyes. I haven’t dared to ask, though, out of respect.
Toji takes a couple of minutes to think some more, then walks to the bathroom and opens the door. As the door opens, he sees through the glass Sukana’s body, dripping with water as he stands under the showerhead, with both of his hands on the wall. Glistening tattoos cover his body, and his pink hair is drenched and clinging to his neck. Toji tries his best not to stare. Sukana glances back, smelling Toji’s cinnamon pheromones, ‘What the hell are you standing there for? Get in here and join me.’ Toji starts unbuttoning his shirt and unfastening his belt, letting his pants fall. He sighs and opens the glass door, stepping into the steam, the glass door clicking shut behind him. The air is thick and oversaturated with the mix of both their endearing scents. Toji’s chest feels heavy from the tension between the two.
‘Shut up.’
It wasn’t a tease. It was a blunt jab from Toji, who feels his alpha status has been undermined by his choice of finding Sukana handsome. He stepped under the shower head, the hot water hitting his shoulders, but it did nothing to wash away the guilt he felt.
Sukana was unfazed, as he turned to look at Toji, his face held a grin. He stepped closer, his large frame felt like a wall as it edged closer to Toji’s chest. ‘You’re being a prude, your wife has passed, you need to move on.’ Sukana knows this will spark a reaction, which is exactly what he wants, to get under Toji’s skin and find his breaking point.
‘You have no position to mention my wife.’ Toji’s anger overconsumes his ability to calm down; he slams Sukana against the shower wall, staring right into his eyes… DUOOM. ‘You said tonight was so I could forget about everything.’ Sukana lets out a growl, his arousal present against the two men. He leans into Toji’s ear, letting out a warm breath and whispers, ‘It is, but I just had to rile you up. You know, Zenin, when I first saw you, I wanted to know what it would be like to pin you to a bed and tease you, make you beg to be fucked as my stomach tongue slobbers on your cock. The idea of seeing you lose your alpha dignity turns me on so… so fucking much.’
Toji flinched, a shiver racing down his spine, ‘Stop it.’
‘Make me.’ Sukana’s hands (two of them) move to Toji’s waist, his third hand moves upward, his palm pressing onto the hard muscles of Toji’s chest. He can feel the frantic, heavy thud of his heart. The touch was possessive, Sukana wanted Toji to know that his ‘devotion’ meant little to him.
Toji, fighting with instinct and arousal, raises his hands, intending to shove again, but as his palms hit Sukana’s wet, solid chest, his fingers dig into the skin instead. He knew he lost, and he hated it. He hated how this man and his sandalwood scent were drowning the memory of his wife’s sweet strawberry aroma. He hated how much he wanted to be pleased.
‘You’re a bastard,’ Toji growls, his voice breaking
As his voice cracks, Sukana can tell that his plan to rile Toji up is working. He smirks at being called a bastard. ‘I’m fine being called that, just remember that when I’m pressing onto your prostate, making you squirm and cum.’
The bickering between the two dies down; their heavy breathing and the drizzle of water onto the tiles fill the silence. Both are keeping ardent eye contact with one another.
Toji heaved forward, pressing his lips against Sukana’s. The frustration and arousal are evident between the two. Sukana returned a kiss with the same amount of passion. He hurriedly turned off the shower and opened the glass door with his free hand, grabbing Toji by the waist and pulling him out of the bathroom.
In the bedroom of the penthouse suite
‘On the bed and spread your legs, now.’ Sukana instructs. Toji obliges and lies down, spreading his legs as his length rises. Sukana bites his lip, moving between the legs, grabbing them, and propping them onto his shoulders. ‘God… you look sexy all spread out for me.’
Toji gulps, nervous but eager to see how this will all unfold
Sukana brings Toji’s thigh to his mouth, kissing and biting on it, and he leaves dark red marks.
Toji's inner monologue Fuck… this is so goddamn embarrassing being manhandled by an enigma. But the way he’s using me feels good.
‘Ryomen… I’m sensitive there.’ Toji lets out a gasp as Sukana sinks his teeth into his right thigh. Sukana’s pheromones leak out of his teeth and enter the bloodstream. ‘What the- did you just inject your pheromones inside me?!’ Toji can already feel the effects of their scents mixing together; it’s making him crave Sukana. ‘I did, it feels good, doesn’t it?’ Sukana leans down to Toji’s ear, ‘It’s making you hornier, I can see, your knot is forming just from me kissing on your thighs. Imagine what would happen if I fucked you.’ He smirks as he rises again, ‘Can I fuck you, Zenin?’
Toji’s face runs red as he hears that sentence… his mind isn’t thinking straight, even with the alcohol from the bar out of his system by now, Sukana’s pheromones are messing with his reasoning. ‘You’re disgusting…’
Sukana grabs his chin, ‘That’s not an answer, yes or no?’
‘Yes, yes, you can.’ Toji accepts the defeat, knowing he wants pleasure right now.
‘Good.’ Sukana smirks, leaning down slightly so his stomach tongue can reach Toji’s ass. He spreads Toji’s thighs further, exposing his hole.
‘I’m going to prepare you, it’s unfortunate alphas don’t produce slick, would make this easier.’ Sukana starts to tease Toji’s hole, thrusting the tip of his stomach tongue slowly inside. ‘Fuck Zenin, you’re tight…’
Toji grips the bedsheets, groaning lowly from the mix of pain and pleasure. ‘Slow, ah~ shit.’
Sukana rubs Toji’s thighs, ‘Try not to tighten around my tongue, relax your muscles.’ He bottoms out, letting Toji relax and adjust. ‘Can I push in deeper?’ Toji breathes heavily and nods. Sukana pushes his tongue deeper, both of them groaning from pleasure. ‘I have to make sure you’re stretched enough to take both.’ He starts a steady thrust pattern, holding Toji’s thighs tight against his shoulders, leaning down. ‘Open your mouth.’ Toji does as said, and Sukana spits in his mouth then kisses him, pushing his stomach tongue deeper.
‘R-Ryomen, slow down, dammit, my knot…’ Toji growls as he feels his dick bulging up. ‘Need some help with that?’ Sukana wraps one of his hands around Toji’s shaft, applying pressure to the tip with his thumb, as he strokes slowly.
Sukana leans back up after kissing, taking his tongue out of Toji’s ass, his hole twitching as saliva drips out slowly. He smirks at the view, ‘I’m going to put my cocks in now… I’ll go slow at first.’ Sukana keeps one hand on Toji’s cock, continuing to stroke it, tightening his grip, as he lines both cocks at Toji’s hole and pushes inside. ‘God, you feel good.’ He groans and thrusts deeper
Toji’s a mess, though he’d never admit it; he’s sweating and groaning. He’s overstimulated by the pressure he’s feeling from Sukana’s dicks and being stroked; his knot bulges repeatedly. Sukana sees Toji closing his eyes and slaps him across the face, ‘Keep your eyes open and on me.’ Toji winces and opens his eyes, ‘Good, look right at me, I want to see your face as I make you knot.’ Sukana pushes all the way in, and his head falls back, ‘Zenin..’ He pulls out and then thrusts fully right back in, pressing his cocks right against Toji’s prostate.
The knot starts to grow, Toji’s tip expanding. He’s fully entranced, groaning and gripping tight on the bedsheets. ‘Shit, I’m close.’ Sukana looks at Toji's cock, the tip is red and throbbing, ‘Cum for me, do it.’
Toji’s back arches on the bed, as his cock reaches its full knot, he lets out a loud moan, and cum starts to spew onto his chest, drenching the sheets under him. He lies there exhausted, trying to catch his breath as he is covered in cum.
Sukana takes his cocks out of Toji’s ass, though he didn’t cum, he’s satisfied enough with pleasing an alpha. He walks to the bathroom, grabs his clothes and a rag, sets the clothes on the chair near the bed, rummages through his pants, takes out a cigarette and his lighter, then sits on the bed. He sets the cigarette and lighter nearby him, and starts to clean the cum off Toji’s chest with the rag
Once his chest is dried off, Sukana tosses the rag onto the floor. ‘Damn, come here, rest your head on me.’ Sukana pulls Toji onto his chest, grabs his cigarette and lighter, lights it, brings it to his lips, inhales, then lets out a sigh as he exhales.
Toji ends up falling asleep a little after
WRITTEN BY @zeeoutlet, DON'T INPUT INTO AI!!!
!tojikuna
one night only
backstory: Alphas must only marry once and remain loyal to their partner even if they pass. Enigmas may marry multiple times, to any omega or alpha, as they please.
playlists as you read ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|•
sonder - one night only ☠︎︎
partynextdoor + drake - cn towers ↺
kehlani - sucia ☣︎
kale joseph - want u ↺
pino - faceted ☣︎
kale joseph - 1 of 1 ☠︎︎
⋆˙⟡ characters ⟡˙⋆
toji: A male who is classified as an alpha in this universe. He is 33 years old and has a 13-year-old son named Megumi. Toji lost his wife at the age of 23 when Megumi was 3 years old. Since then, he has cared for his son and works as a data analyst for a corporation in Japan. He and his son are fairly well off and can afford necessities and splurge on things here and there.
sukana: A male who is classified as an enigma in this universe. He is 45 years old. Sukana owns a well-known business in Japan and is fairly wealthy. In his free time, he goes to bars with friends and his colleagues. He can seem intimidating, but he has a soft side once someone gets to know him. Sukana hasn’t married anyone and likes to sleep around due to being an enigma; his status makes it easy to find an omega or an alpha who would have intercourse with him.
cw: mature content, rough sex, biting, slapping, alcohol, bar setting, explicit sexual descriptions
» wc: 3880
It’s been 10 years since the loss of his wife, and Toji hasn’t dated another woman since remaining loyal to his late wife.
One night, his son Megumi decides to have a sleepover with his long-time friend Itadori, so Toji has a night off. He quickly decided that, at first, he would stay home and drink, but for some reason, he felt the urge to go out. So he takes a shower and puts on a black button-up and grey slacks
After he finishes getting ready, Toji gets to his car and, for a second, contemplates whether this is a good idea. He hasn’t gone out in a while unless his colleagues dragged him to some bar or restaurant, and even those he was uncomfortable at. Though he is nervous to go out, especially alone, Toji wants to have a nice night. He starts his engine and drives to a nearby bar
Once Toji reaches the bar, he glances around, seeing people dancing and drinking; some are alone, others with a group. He walks over to the bar…
‘Hello, sir, what could I get for you tonight?’ The Bartender, a man in his mid-20s, asks
Toji takes a second, overstimulated with the menu, he remembers his wife always ordered a Long Island iced tea... he sighs at the thought, then answers...
‘...Can I do a Long Island iced tea?’ Toji says solemnly
Toji takes out his wallet from his pocket, pulls out his credit card to pay, and hands it to the bartender
The bartender takes the credit card
‘Of course, let me make it for you.’
Toji sits at the bar patiently waiting for his drink to be made
‘Here you go, sir.’ The bartender slides the Long Island iced tea over to Toji
‘Thanks.’
Toji stays sitting at the bar area and nurses his drink. He subtly glances around the bar; most people are socializing, while others sit alone, getting wasted.
He continues to look around the building
Then his eyes landed on a private booth where a man in a white button-up shirt, unbuttoned to a point, Toji can see his defined chest, sitting alone with a whiskey in his hand. This man looks different than other patrons, he has four arms and two sets of eyes on his face. His body is covered in tattoos from his face to his arms. (At least those are the ones Toji can see…)
Toji keeps his gaze on the man, then decides to look away, and he promptly continues to drink.
While drinking, Toji’s mind starts to wander. He knows alphas are supposed to remain loyal to their partner even after their passing, and he’s never been interested in men. But something is calling him to speak to the intriguing burly man in the private booth.
Toji glances back at the private booth, and as he does, his eyes meet the man’s, his pheromones rise, and he feels a warm sensation in his chest. He quickly goes back to looking at the bar area and his drink
‘The hell…’
Sukana’s pov
8:00 PM…
Sukana leaves his office building, heading to the parking garage, exhausted and wanting to unwind, he decides to go to his favorite bar in the city. As he gets in his car, he lets out an exasperated sigh; his day at work was demanding, as usual. Sukana starts his car and drives out of the parking garage, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he heads to the bar
… Once Sukana arrives at the bar, he heads to his designated private booth
His frame fills most of the booth, but it was Sukana’s favorite spot because he could see… everyone, giving him a good view of potential alphas and omegas he could swindle into sleeping with him, thanks to his good looks and money.
A bartender comes over, and Sukana orders a whiskey
Note: (Sukana’s preferred drink is whiskey; he finds the smoky taste endearing. It matches well with his sandalwood pheromones.)
The bartender comes back to the private booth and gives Sukana the glass of whiskey
Sukana leans back in the booth, manspreading, as he nurses his drink. He scans the bar, seeing people socializing, some of whom he can tell are omegas trying too hard to get alphas' attention. He snickers at the easiness of the omegas
Though Sukana isn't exclusive with who he has intercourse with, he prefers alphas due to the double dominance that occurs. He likes seeing alphas lose their power as he teases, making them beg for him to fill their ass with his cocks. Alphas are also a challenge, which Sukana enjoys; some do fold quickly at the sight of his looks (and intense pheromones), or his obvious wealth. Most alphas, though, are harder to convince; cockiness is a trait many have due to their genetics.
As he continues to pick at the people in the bar, trying to find a potential hookup, his eyes meet another's. A man, sitting at the bar, was dressed rather nicely. The man’s gaze doesn’t last long as he quickly turns his head back to the bar area and his drink.
Sukana is intrigued, and as the enigma he is, his ego overrides his reasoning, and Sukana stands up, fixes his white button-up and his hair, grabs his glass of whiskey, and walks over to the bar…
General pov of both
Sukana, without asking, takes the seat next to the man at the bar area.
‘May I sit here?’ Sukana says slyly, trying to play coy
‘You already are.’ Toji says, annoyingly, though shocked, the man from the private booth came to speak to him
‘Ryomen Sukana.’ Sukana holds out one of his hands for a handshake
Toji hesitantly takes his hand, shaking it
‘Toji Zenin.’
Sukana then lets go of Toji’s hand and glances down at the drink he has
‘Long Island Iced Tea… you like sweet things?’
Toji takes a second to answer, his gaze pondering on the drink
‘... No, I don’t.’
‘Then why’d you order it? That’s a waste of money.’
‘It was my wife’s favorite… decided to get it because I didn’t know what I wanted to order…’
Sukana takes a second to gather what to say; he usually isn’t an emotionally understanding person
‘Sorry for bringing it up. When did she pass?’
‘No, it's okay, you didn’t know, she passed ten years ago. I’ve mourned, but it’s still a tough topic.’
‘That’s understandable. Have you dated anyone since…?’
‘No, alphas aren’t allowed to, and I don’t even know if I could date again, it’s been a while.’
Sukana scoffs at the whole ‘rule’ idea
‘Do you really believe in those idiotic rules that society made up?’
Toji looks up at Sukana, a tad taken aback
‘Yeah… they were made for a reason.’
‘What’s the reason then?’ Sukana genuinely wants to know Toji’s thoughts on the rules
Toji takes a minute to think, but no plausible reason comes up in his mind
‘I mean… maybe so every alpha only has one omega, the omega population is dwindling.’
‘Bull… as an enigma, I can marry multiple people, no matter if they’re an omega or alpha. Should be the same for every status.’
‘Yeah, I guess so, never thought of it really.’ Toji is now contemplating the rules society made, and the alcohol isn’t helping either in keeping his mind grounded
A moment of silence occurs between the two, and Sukana glances at Toji’s face, his clean-shaven face, sharp jawline… his eyes lower down to the chest area, and he can see every muscle through Toji’s tight black button-up.
Sukana’s mind races with inappropriate thoughts, his eyes gleam at the idea of having this man pinned to a bed, begging to be fucked as he teases his dick with his stomach tongue
… Sukana decides to test the waters. He glances down and puts his hand on Toji’s left thigh, rubbing it slowly.
Toji sits shocked. He can feel the warmth of Sukana’s hand, rubbing on his thigh, getting closer to his inner thigh. After sitting there not knowing what to say, he finally musters up…
‘W-what are you doing?’
‘Touching your thigh, what do you think I’m doing?’ Sukana smirks at Toji’s nervousness
‘I’m not into men, and even if I’m not sure about the rules, I’m still devoted to my late wife.’
Toji's inner monologue My wife, I can't be interested in anyone else; she was my first and final love. God… I'm not into men… I'm not into men… I'm not- his hand is so warm though, and it's getting closer to my dick. It's the alcohol, it has to be that, I'm not thinking straight.
‘I’d think your wife would want you to be happy, don’t you think the same?’
‘Well, of course, but she’s my wife, even if she isn’t here, I feel the need to remain loyal to her.’
‘So if I were a woman, you would react the same?’ Sukana asks
‘Yeah, it doesn’t matter. But… I am a human and do have needs.’
Toji is still wary of Sukana’s hand on his thigh (now inner thigh), but doesn’t do anything about it being there
‘Do you ever fulfill those needs?’
‘No, I don’t…’ Toji sighs as he looks at his almost empty glass
‘Would you want to, with someone?’ Sukana says as he leans into Toji’s ear and whispers the question sultry
Sukana’s hand moves towards Toji’s groin, rubbing it slowly, feeling him harden. Toji’s breath hitches as he feels his cock grow; his pheromones heighten. He feels the same warm sensation travel through his body, as he did when he looked over at the private booth and when both of their eyes met.
A cinnamon aroma fills the air around them, Sukana’s nose smells the pheromones which trigger his to seep through his body, allowing Toji to get familiar with his sandalwood scent
‘I'm straight, Sukana.'
Sukana chuckles, knowing the effect his hand is having on Toji currently ‘I know, but, for one night only, why don’t you let go, and let me take care of you?’
Toji is in a trance; the alcohol and the mix of both of their pheromones (& the obvious hand on his crotch) are making it hard for him to stay in control.
Toji's inner monologue ‘Why don’t you let go… and let someone let me take care of you?’ Take care of me? I’m the one usually supporting someone, always caring for my son. Is it okay to let this handsome, burly man in and give him control?
‘What would we do?’
‘Whatever you’d want, we can go at your pace.’ Sukana continues to rub Toji’s inner thigh slowly to calm his nerves
‘I’m not saying okay yet, where would we do… this though?’ Toji looks down at his thigh, then back at Sukana
‘There’s a hotel nearby, if that's fine with you.’
Toji takes a second to contemplate this whole thing, wondering if he is really going to leave the bar with this man and possibly have sex with him.
‘... Okay, let's go to the hotel.’ Toji stands up from his stool
Sukana smirks and pays for both of their tabs. He then moves his hand to Toji’s back, leading him out of the bar.
Once they are both outside the bar
‘Are we walking there?’ Toji asks
‘Yeah, if that’s alright with you. It’s not a far walk.’ Sukana looks at Toji, waiting for an answer back
‘... Walking's fine.’
Sukana nods and smiles, walking alongside Toji, smelling his cinnamon pheromones wafting from his nervousness.
10:00 PM…
They arrive at the hotel, a rather luxurious one, which makes sense given how Sukana holds himself. He takes out his wallet and hands it to the hotel receptionist.
‘The best room you have, charge it to that card for a night stay.’
‘Of course, sir.’ The receptionist charges his card and hands him a hotel room card (and his card), ‘floor 8, room 805.’
‘Thank you.’ Sukana takes both cards
Both of them head to the elevator, Sukana presses floor 8. ‘Relax, okay?’ Sukana says, ‘Sorry, just nervous.’ Toji replies, looking over at Sukana as the elevator rises. ‘I’ll calm your nerves, just trust me, okay?’ Sukana looks over. Toji nods in response
DING ‘FLOOR 8’
The elevator doors open, and both of them walk out into floor eight, heading to room 805. Once they reach the door, Sukana swipes the keycard and opens it, gesturing for Toji to go inside first. As Toji walks into the hotel room (note: penthouse suite), his eyes marveled at the pristine condition of the room. The bustling city can be seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows; Toji has never had the chance to pamper himself to this extent.
Sukana, as he walks in after, catches Toji’s immense gaze at the city below, ‘Never been in a hotel like this?’
‘No, my job doesn’t pay enough for such luxuries, but I get by fine.’ Toji says begrudgingly, looking at Sukana as the city lights shine onto both of their faces
‘Well, tonight, forget about everything. Remember, let me take care of you.’
Toji nods, still stunned by the room and the view of the city
‘Want to shower?’
Toji’s head whips to look at Sukana, ‘The hell… together?!’ Sukana lets out a small chuckle, ‘Yeah, unless you prefer showering separately.’ Toji takes a second, contemplating the idea of showering with this man, meaning they’d both see each other naked (well, obviously), possibly leading to sex. ‘Tch... together is fine, I guess.'
‘Okay then, I’m going to head in first, you join me when you’re ready.’ Sukana doesn’t wait for an answer and walks to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, Toji hears the faint sound of the shower water hitting the floor.
Toji's inner monologue What the hell… why did I say showering together is ‘fine,’ this is so weird, but he’s so handsome and respectful. Does this make me gay? Or bisexual? (yes, Toji, it does) I’m still confused about his four arms and double sets of eyes. I haven’t dared to ask, though, out of respect.
Toji takes a couple of minutes to think some more, then walks to the bathroom and opens the door. As the door opens, he sees through the glass Sukana’s body, dripping with water as he stands under the showerhead, with both of his hands on the wall. Glistening tattoos cover his body, and his pink hair is drenched and clinging to his neck. Toji tries his best not to stare. Sukana glances back, smelling Toji’s cinnamon pheromones, ‘What the hell are you standing there for? Get in here and join me.’ Toji starts unbuttoning his shirt and unfastening his belt, letting his pants fall. He sighs and opens the glass door, stepping into the steam, the glass door clicking shut behind him. The air is thick and oversaturated with the mix of both their endearing scents. Toji’s chest feels heavy from the tension between the two.
‘Shut up.’
It wasn’t a tease. It was a blunt jab from Toji, who feels his alpha status has been undermined by his choice of finding Sukana handsome. He stepped under the shower head, the hot water hitting his shoulders, but it did nothing to wash away the guilt he felt.
Sukana was unfazed, as he turned to look at Toji, his face held a grin. He stepped closer, his large frame felt like a wall as it edged closer to Toji’s chest. ‘You’re being a prude, your wife has passed, you need to move on.’ Sukana knows this will spark a reaction, which is exactly what he wants, to get under Toji’s skin and find his breaking point.
‘You have no position to mention my wife.’ Toji’s anger overconsumes his ability to calm down; he slams Sukana against the shower wall, staring right into his eyes… DUOOM. ‘You said tonight was so I could forget about everything.’ Sukana lets out a growl, his arousal present against the two men. He leans into Toji’s ear, letting out a warm breath and whispers, ‘It is, but I just had to rile you up. You know, Zenin, when I first saw you, I wanted to know what it would be like to pin you to a bed and tease you, make you beg to be fucked as my stomach tongue slobbers on your cock. The idea of seeing you lose your alpha dignity turns me on so… so fucking much.’
Toji flinched, a shiver racing down his spine, ‘Stop it.’
‘Make me.’ Sukana’s hands (two of them) move to Toji’s waist, his third hand moves upward, his palm pressing onto the hard muscles of Toji’s chest. He can feel the frantic, heavy thud of his heart. The touch was possessive, Sukana wanted Toji to know that his ‘devotion’ meant little to him.
Toji, fighting with instinct and arousal, raises his hands, intending to shove again, but as his palms hit Sukana’s wet, solid chest, his fingers dig into the skin instead. He knew he lost, and he hated it. He hated how this man and his sandalwood scent were drowning the memory of his wife’s sweet strawberry aroma. He hated how much he wanted to be pleased.
‘You’re a bastard,’ Toji growls, his voice breaking
As his voice cracks, Sukana can tell that his plan to rile Toji up is working. He smirks at being called a bastard. ‘I’m fine being called that, just remember that when I’m pressing onto your prostate, making you squirm and cum.’
The bickering between the two dies down; their heavy breathing and the drizzle of water onto the tiles fill the silence. Both are keeping ardent eye contact with one another.
Toji heaved forward, pressing his lips against Sukana’s. The frustration and arousal are evident between the two. Sukana returned a kiss with the same amount of passion. He hurriedly turned off the shower and opened the glass door with his free hand, grabbing Toji by the waist and pulling him out of the bathroom.
In the bedroom of the penthouse suite
‘On the bed and spread your legs, now.’ Sukana instructs. Toji obliges and lies down, spreading his legs as his length rises. Sukana bites his lip, moving between the legs, grabbing them, and propping them onto his shoulders. ‘God… you look sexy all spread out for me.’
Toji gulps, nervous but eager to see how this will all unfold
Sukana brings Toji’s thigh to his mouth, kissing and biting on it, and he leaves dark red marks.
Toji's inner monologue Fuck… this is so goddamn embarrassing being manhandled by an enigma. But the way he’s using me feels good.
‘Ryomen… I’m sensitive there.’ Toji lets out a gasp as Sukana sinks his teeth into his right thigh. Sukana’s pheromones leak out of his teeth and enter the bloodstream. ‘What the- did you just inject your pheromones inside me?!’ Toji can already feel the effects of their scents mixing together; it’s making him crave Sukana. ‘I did, it feels good, doesn’t it?’ Sukana leans down to Toji’s ear, ‘It’s making you hornier, I can see, your knot is forming just from me kissing on your thighs. Imagine what would happen if I fucked you.’ He smirks as he rises again, ‘Can I fuck you, Zenin?’
Toji’s face runs red as he hears that sentence… his mind isn’t thinking straight, even with the alcohol from the bar out of his system by now, Sukana’s pheromones are messing with his reasoning. ‘You’re disgusting…’
Sukana grabs his chin, ‘That’s not an answer, yes or no?’
‘Yes, yes, you can.’ Toji accepts the defeat, knowing he wants pleasure right now.
‘Good.’ Sukana smirks, leaning down slightly so his stomach tongue can reach Toji’s ass. He spreads Toji’s thighs further, exposing his hole.
‘I’m going to prepare you, it’s unfortunate alphas don’t produce slick, would make this easier.’ Sukana starts to tease Toji’s hole, thrusting the tip of his stomach tongue slowly inside. ‘Fuck Zenin, you’re tight…’
Toji grips the bedsheets, groaning lowly from the mix of pain and pleasure. ‘Slow, ah~ shit.’
Sukana rubs Toji’s thighs, ‘Try not to tighten around my tongue, relax your muscles.’ He bottoms out, letting Toji relax and adjust. ‘Can I push in deeper?’ Toji breathes heavily and nods. Sukana pushes his tongue deeper, both of them groaning from pleasure. ‘I have to make sure you’re stretched enough to take both.’ He starts a steady thrust pattern, holding Toji’s thighs tight against his shoulders, leaning down. ‘Open your mouth.’ Toji does as said, and Sukana spits in his mouth then kisses him, pushing his stomach tongue deeper.
‘R-Ryomen, slow down, dammit, my knot…’ Toji growls as he feels his dick bulging up. ‘Need some help with that?’ Sukana wraps one of his hands around Toji’s shaft, applying pressure to the tip with his thumb, as he strokes slowly.
Sukana leans back up after kissing, taking his tongue out of Toji’s ass, his hole twitching as saliva drips out slowly. He smirks at the view, ‘I’m going to put my cocks in now… I’ll go slow at first.’ Sukana keeps one hand on Toji’s cock, continuing to stroke it, tightening his grip, as he lines both cocks at Toji’s hole and pushes inside. ‘God, you feel good.’ He groans and thrusts deeper
Toji’s a mess, though he’d never admit it; he’s sweating and groaning. He’s overstimulated by the pressure he’s feeling from Sukana’s dicks and being stroked; his knot bulges repeatedly. Sukana sees Toji closing his eyes and slaps him across the face, ‘Keep your eyes open and on me.’ Toji winces and opens his eyes, ‘Good, look right at me, I want to see your face as I make you knot.’ Sukana pushes all the way in, and his head falls back, ‘Zenin..’ He pulls out and then thrusts fully right back in, pressing his cocks right against Toji’s prostate.
The knot starts to grow, Toji’s tip expanding. He’s fully entranced, groaning and gripping tight on the bedsheets. ‘Shit, I’m close.’ Sukana looks at Toji's cock, the tip is red and throbbing, ‘Cum for me, do it.’
Toji’s back arches on the bed, as his cock reaches its full knot, he lets out a loud moan, and cum starts to spew onto his chest, drenching the sheets under him. He lies there exhausted, trying to catch his breath as he is covered in cum.
Sukana takes his cocks out of Toji’s ass, though he didn’t cum, he’s satisfied enough with pleasing an alpha. He walks to the bathroom, grabs his clothes and a rag, sets the clothes on the chair near the bed, rummages through his pants, takes out a cigarette and his lighter, then sits on the bed. He sets the cigarette and lighter beside him, and starts to clean the cum off Toji’s chest with the rag
Once his chest is dried off, Sukana tosses the rag onto the floor. ‘Damn, come here, rest your head on me.’ Sukana pulls Toji onto his chest, grabs his cigarette and lighter, lights it, brings it to his lips, inhales, then lets out a sigh as he exhales.
Toji ends up falling asleep a little after
WRITTEN BY @zeeoutlet, DON'T INPUT INTO AI!!!