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Young master Zenin - Toji Zenin. Your husband.

It’s only been a few months since your stiff, lavish wedding ceremony to him - part of an arranged deal made between his clan and your own. Your parents practically leapt at the chance to marry into such an esteemed jujutsu name, forgetting all those dark rumors swirling around the young head at the first golden glint of the Zenin family’s massive treasury.  

Sure, they promised to treat you well, to prime you into becoming the new madam of their distinguished household. But you knew better - it wasn’t your upbringing or your cursed technique that brought you here, they couldn’t care less - no, it was because of an heir. 

The one thing that the Zenin family didn’t have. 

And the one thing Toji Zenin refused to give them.

That much was obvious when just minutes after exchanging vows and the ceremonial sake, a group of todgering elders had thrust a heady antidote for conception into your hands, smiling smugly as if they’d just given you the wedding gift of the century. Of course, your all-new husband didn’t even look at you properly on your wedding night - opting instead for a short, husky goodnight and to sleep in a separate bedroom down the hall from the newly-weds’ chamber. 

He wasn’t a cruel husband, you think, and he was attractive - painfully so - and felt more like a gruff acquaintance than anything. But the only problem was that he didn’t embrace you, not even a fleeting kiss.

Even when you really wanted Toji to.

“-T-Toji?” you’re breathing shallowly, eyes blinking up hazily at the dim lighting. It comes out small, cracking so pathetically at the end.

“---Toji--even----”

“No use--- had--months---”

“---keep her to myself--”

Instantly, you’re sitting upright in a cold, wooden chair. Heart thumping wildly against the ribs of your body, it bangs at the thickly digging rope wrapping around your body.

Shit shit shit - where were you? The last thing you remembered was chatting with your attendant in your room, and she’d handed you a brand-new perfume to smell- Fuck. Where was-

“Ah, you’re awake.” There’s a high, sing-song voice from somewhere on your right, and your blood runs chillingly cold when you recognize that voice. “Honestly, I hoped you wouldn’t be around for this part but-” Naoya Zenin claps his hands to get the attention of every other elder hunched around the traditional Japanese room. “-that just makes it all the more fun, right?”

With the one tiny lantern being lit overhead, you could make out those scraggly smiles, the sharp glint of the Zenin Clan’s famed katanas. A tear stumbles down your trembling cheek, tasting salty on your lips.

“Aww, not the tears.” Naoya guffaws, “You know m’not good with the tears.” Those ropes pinning your hands behind your back rub raw with your frantic movement, creaking and unstirring despite your best efforts. “Try and try all you want, sweetcheeks, but a failure of the Zenin clan will only be met with the appropriate consequences.”

A failure.

The words would’ve cut deep had they not been the very same ones spat at you at every clan meeting - the exact reason you didn’t accompany Toji to the one today. Toji, you think. Fuck, how you wished you’d have gone just this one time. 

Straightening your spine the best you could in this binding chair, you ask - firm, pretending for all the world to be as confident as you’re not. “What do you want from me?”

It’s as if your question is the biggest joke that every scowling man in this room had heard, and they all burst into wheezing, riotous laughter. Some even slapping their knees - even Naoya gives you a cold, leeringly gleeful grin, “Just as mouthy as he is, huh?” He turns back to the elders, “She’s asking what we want!”

You bristle at another bout of cackles, struggling to hiss out a strangled, “Well- well if you bastards just fucking told me-”

“An heir.” 

Fuck, you had a feeling it was this.

“What? You pussies get your rocks off by wondering about mine and Toji’s sex life?” you let out shrill laughter, mouth moving before your brain because fuck, if it was all going to end now, might as well spew out everything you’ve wanted to since you walked in here. You shake your woozy head, “Oh fuckin’ grow up, if the man himself wanted an heir then you’d know-”

Eyes enraged, he takes a heated step towards you, “You little-”

“Naoya.” The strained drawl of an elder you’d seen around the corridors stops him straight in his tracks, and Naoya gives the man a hasty, reluctant bow. “Finish it. Before he gets back.”

Those last few words splatter a few drops of panic into your words, and a few more exhausted tears stream down your face. 

“Heh, whatever.” he’s taking one last greedy lookover down your rattling figure. “Would’ve taken y’for myself if I didn’t think he’d kill me, sweetcheeks. What a shame.” Trailing off airily, he turns back towards where you spot another spiking glisten in the dark, a metallic twang! rings through the thick, musty atmosphere. “Who knows, maybe his next wife will actually listen to a thing or two.”

Next wife. 

You’re not sure why but the thought made your heart clench. And you’re gasping when he turns back around - silver katana in hand - trying to scream, yell, anything for help. But no sound comes out. 

Instead, all you can do is gape when Naoya crowds in menacingly closer, you can just hear the smile in his voice when he coos mockingly, “You’re much better when you shut up, doll.” You press your lips tightly together at the same, sullied use of Toji’s nickname for you - wondering how he would react to all of this. Wincing at the cutting whoosh! of the katana being raised up, up, up- “Any last wo-”

BANG!

You’re grimacing at the loud crashing of wood and panels, sliding doors ripped to shreds. And in the hazy cloud of dust you could make out the outline of a tall, heaving figure. Big arms swaying with his choppy breaths, he’s standing still - dangerous.

And even in the soft darkness, your unblinking gaze caught on his gleaming, feral smile, sharp canines bared like some beast. Eyes carnivorous, widened as he assesses the room like a predator lurking in on its prey.

The drop of fear hits you before the realization - Toji.

Letting out a strangled yelp, “T-Toj- mmpf!” Before cold, wrinkly fingers come up from behind to cover your mouth. But even the slightest sound of your voice has Toji’s form jolting - fingers twitching on the handle of his blade, like electricity zapped through his entire body, and you can hear the elder behind you take in an obvious gasp when his eyes lock onto the two of you. 

Finally. 

Toji’s lips part silently, and abruptly, you’re being let go of as if you burned. “You.” 

It happens so fast that you’re not even sure you imagined it, in a split-second, the long, jagged dagger in Toji’s hand is being flung right at his shivering target. . 

And you knew he won’t miss - he never will, because you’re not even blinking when a drawn-out groan of pain echoes from behind you. Followed by an echoing thud!

“My wife.” Toji’s rasping baritone sends goosebumps racing down your spine, you’re puffing in a quick inhale at just how close he sounds. Sure enough, when you look up, you’re met with softened sage eyes, and crooked beginnings of a smile. “My wife.” he breathes out, as if he still couldn’t really believe it. But any and all tenderness in his body bleeds away when Toji abruptly looks over his shoulder at the men crowding around the entrance with a thunderous glare, “Next.”

Naoya is the first to dare to speak - to even move. Yelling, “Y-y- do you even know who that- the crime it is to kill one of the elders-”

Fuck, you swear Toji looked elated at that, that savage grin still plastered on his face, he grits through clenched teeth, “Next.” 

Next. Next. Next. Next. 

It’s all that kept being laughed - laughed - out when Naoya activated his own cursed technique, absolutely nothing against Toji’s rampant ravaging. The thrum of jujutsu makes your head throb, and Toji’s steps sound deafening. Pressurized lunges towards the man himself, and before he can think - before he can even breathe - Naoya’s being pinned face-down on the tatami floor. Face stinging with the force of the stronger man’s foot on his head, pressing it underneath his wooden sandals. He speaks softly - as if talking down to a child - over the strained pop! pop! pop! of joints. “For taking my wife, for insulting the very soul of my soul.”

Toji wasn’t done, he wasn’t even stopping. He was out of control. Ready to kill. To break. 

And none of the elders could do anything - in fact, they fall fatally still onto their knees at Toji’s growing smile, the slow turn of his head. All knowing they were on the very brink of death himself. “Who’s next?”

Fatigue and relief hits you like a semi-truck - five of them, in fact. And you can feel your body drooping lower, vision tinging with black at the corners. Over the grotesque crunching of limbs, you think you could hear a faint, gruff laughter of, “Yeah, ya might wanna sleep this one out, doll.”

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Toji never wanted to let you out of his sight. Never. 

And with you so vulnerable like this - dozing off gently on his silken bedsheets, body curling subconsciously into his benevolent hold - he thinks he never will.

Mellow, rounded tips of his thick fingers glide down your skin, sensitive from the hot water and the way he’d washed away every evidence of the blood and pain from just a few hours before. 

“I’m sorry.” Toji breathes, hushed, a thumb gliding away a stray droplet of water on the apple of your cheek. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” He connects his forehead with your damp one, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m sorry. If I hadn’t come to see you early from the meeting- just knew something felt wrong.”

“Sorry for what, Toji?”

Your teasing tone of voice shocks him to his very core, and yet he can’t find it in himself to pull away - fuck, he can’t even dare open his eyes to look. “All of it.” he’s spitting out, tormentingly.

It takes you a while to find the words, “It’s- it’s not your fault.” you nod, a wet hand coming up to comb through Toji’s soft black tresses. “It’s neither of ours.”

There’s a few seconds of silence, in which he’s scrubbing non-existent beads of water off of you. Long strokes - slow, and purposeful - and you have to hold back your sudden yelp when it hits you that this was the first time that he saw you naked.

“But-” he falters, shaking his head - before thinking better of it. And you take the moment to appreciate just how gorgeous he is up close, every spike of pink in his worried lips, dark lashes kissing his high cheekbones. “But it’s over now, you can- you can go back to your clan.” he grimaces, still looking like he wanted to rip something - someone - apart. “The Zenin family is done.”

Done. 

“Toji.” you exhale, luring in your face so close to your husband’s. Too close. “Come with me. Fuck this Estate, fuck having an heir- and fuck the elders, if they’re not dead by now anyway.” They were - every single one - bodies piled high in the same room you were carried tenderly out of, you find out later. You steady onto your elbows on that unfamiliar mattress - Toji’s, you distinctly realize. And his brows crinkle upwards into an expression you’ve never seen on him before.

“I…”

“And-” A hand of yours wraps around his throat, nails digging into the racing pulse of his at the side of his milky neck. “-kiss me.”

Then he’s raising his eyes to look at you and fuck-

You were fucked. 

You might as well have just signed away your own will because here was the man that was covered in blood not too long ago, here he was with his lids hooded, pupils blown. “My wife.” he repeats that same mantra from before, lips parting like something so dark, visceral, was poked dangerously awake. Like he couldn’t quite believe it. His eyes flicker in a lingering triangle across both of your eyes, your lips. Just a hair’s breadth away. Straining out a raspy, “Oh fuck.”

Depraved - Toji’s lips are so depraved . And he’s drinking you in like all his bloodthirst from before had liquidated into pure need. 

You’re mewling when a large palm brushes over to cup your cheek, tilting that pretty head of yours to deepen the kiss. “Toji.”

You shouldn’t have done that - oh, you shouldn’t have done that. Because the sound of his own name in your syrupy sweet tone makes him jolt. Jolt. His entire body rumbles with a deep, wrenched-out growl, followed very closely by a loud slam! of Toji’s fist banging down on the nearby bedside table. Only later will you find that perfectly indented hole in the shape of his hand, splinters scattered across the floor. 

Like wanted to keep in control - needed to keep in control. But was failing - miserably. 

“F-fuuuuck-” he draws out huskily into your mouth, that tiny scar always at the corner of his mouth catching on your lower lip when he takes it between his. Sucking on that slick-glossed seam harshly, it almost hurt - but it hurt so good. “You have no idea- absolutely no fuckin’ idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.”

And suddenly you’re so painfully aware of the way your robe hadn’t been tied up properly, feeling the cinch of your sensitive nipples against his rich yukata, the warmth of all five of his long fingers splaying out just below the curve of your tits. 

You can feel his needy hips rutting into yours - such raw strength in the way he holds your own still so easily. Pushing right into the bullseye between your legs with the outline of his massive, heated bulge. Languid, delicious drags.

“Fuck we shouldn’t-” he cries out when you’re reeling him back in with his plump lip tucked beneath your teeth. “You need to-” Before he’s being tugged back in again. And again. And again and again like one taste of your candied lips and he was addicted. Barely able to choke out a single syllable before mashing them back onto yours. Gruffing out a deep rumble from the depths of his sculpted chest, “Shit- y’know why I didn’t do this sooner? Why I didn’t just fuck you right then and there in front of hngh- everyone whenever I wanted to? Because I knew-”

He cuts himself off with a convulsing shudder, pulling away just enough that you whine disappointedly. “I was gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

“Couldn’t- hngh-” you’re mewling at the delicate little strings of syrupy spit snapping. Spying down at the way his yukata was disheveled now, displaying such delicious panes of warm skin for you. “Couldn’t have guessed.”

Toji’s brows raise at your slightly bratty tone, lips curling into such a sinful smirk that it makes your cunt throb so hotly, despite the slowly cooling water. His eyes darken - as if something snapped. “Oh- you’re gonna fucking regret that, ma.”

And something did -  maybe his whatever restraint he had left, probably you by the end of this.

In an instant, you’re seeing a flash of that man- that monster from before. Baring you the most vicious grin inhumanly possible, if you didn’t know any better you’d have wondered how high the death count would be. The hundreds? The thousands?

He’s worshiping down your body like an apology for all that transpired before, hot, wet brandings of his mouth across each and every inch of skin he could reach. It made you whimper, it made you feel the powerful hum of his strength at his fingertips, it made you need more more more-

All you can let out is a drawling moan when he unapologetically snaps! the hem of your panties onto your heated skin, “Don’t be such a t-tease.”

Oh, you were so weak against the dark head of the Zenin clan, against the way he circles his two hands around your ankles. Easily pulling - hauling you across the plush mattress like some ragdoll. 

Not even hesitating before ripping your poor yukata off your body, until you’re left spread so shamefully underneath him, Toji knocking down hard onto his knees before you. 

“Well- whatever my wife wants…” the same dangerous grin grows along his face, glinting white teeth bared where they held your flimsy excuse of panties between honed canines. He murmurs the final few words hovering over where you needed him the most,  “...no elder or god themself could stop me from giving you.” 

RIP—! 

It’s the last thing breathed out of his heaving lungs before your poor underwear is being torn off of you by his very mouth, not wasting a moment before spitting them out, and burying his face between your trembly thighs. Not even taking in one last gulp of air, not even thinking because all Toji Zenin knew was that he was going to fucking die if he didn’t taste your sweet sweet cunt right now. 

“Oh f-fuck-” he’s musing, sharp tongue stuttering for once in his life. “Fuck fuck fuck- fuck-” You’re yelping when your jelly-like legs are pliantly thrown over Toji’s broad shoulders, digging into the muscles of his deltoids. “Can’t believe you’ve been-” He trails off so deliriously, planting a hot, thick glob of spit on your spread pussy lips once. Twice. Smearing that glistening coat along your puffy folds with the fat of his thumb, “-been holdin’ out on me like this.”

“Shit- s’too much.” you’re whining at the slippery gloss of the mess he’s made down below leaking down your slit. Threading your fingers through his silky locks, “I wasn’t holding out on anything, y’know-”

His wide-eyed gaze was locked on your sloppily winking hole, circling the rim of that needy ring of muscle with his pointed index. “God…” his hot breath fans your dripping cunt, “You might just be my god. Didn’t wanna bring a kid into this family but you’re so- so sweet m’thinking it might not be too bad.”

Those words are barely even registered in your mind before his pretty pink lips wrap themselves around your throbbing clit. Handsome cheekbones hollowing, droopy eyes rolling to the back of his head when Toji sucks. Whirling his tongue erratically around the sensitive nub, such lewd little squelches ring in your ears. 

“T-Toji—” your purring moans only make him bury his face even deeper, nose pressing up against the edge of your sopping slit. And each thorough drag of your slobbering cunt down his face makes you knock against the end of his chin, so thirsty with the way he was making out with your cunt. Like he couldn’t get enough - never will. “Y-you were the one-” the heels of your feet move up higher to loop at his neck. “-holding out.”

And you knew that Toji the strongest of his clan - you knew it took more than a mere, barely-lucid tug to have him clashing even deeper into your pussy. 

But he does for you anyway. 

“Fuck- fuck you little-” Toji’s own heavy tongue betrays him with a throaty moan, and he looks so furious. Seething at the way he was pussydrunk already. Greedy gaze so crazed that you’re back to wondering how high the kill count would be- would they all even fit on the Zenin Estate? “-f tha’s what you fuckin’ want.”

“Wha- oh!” you yelp at the sheer burning stretch of your legs being pushed up, up, up until your knees were knocking against your tits. And Toji takes the shamefully spread opportunity to bully one rummaging finger past your swollen folds. “Oh fuck- you’re reaching so- so-”

“Finish it.”

It takes you a second to realize that Toji’s addressing you, his tone so jagged. Words muffled when he pants them out into your weeping cunt. 

He’s pulling out his finger - intentionally curving exactly against all those sweet spots mushed into your velvety walls - only to brand your poor clit with a sharp smack! “Finish that fucking sentence, ma.”

“-deep!” your hips are bucking up at another hefty intrusion, Toji’s fingers relentless inside your elastic wall. Molding out your insides to memorize every bump of his knuckles, every neat curve of his short fingernails. “So so- deep, Toji.” you whine, your shaky hands coming to rest at where you could feel him pumping in and out feverishly into hidden nooks and crannies of your sopping cunt. “C-can feel you right- here!”

This earns you another smack! gifted once again on your awaiting clit, but any and all irritation is swept away when he’s clashing his lips with yours down below in such a messy kiss. Meshing around the bulge of his own large fingers, tongue rolling placatingly over your glisteningly ravaged clit. Flicking, “Yeah- definitely my kind of fucking goddess.” His own free hand dances up to rest about midway up your stomach, pressing down. “M’gonna be in even deeper soon, y’know. Trust me.”

It’s at this moment that Toji’s exploratory fingers find their greedy way to your bulbous g-spot, immediately crashing into it - hard. 

There. There there there, you want to say - but you don’t have to, because he could tell. Could feel the vice-like grip of your slicked walls, the way it’s almost difficult to hammer back into your cunt. 

“Yeah yeah I got it-” he’s humming cockily, back to dragging his lips all over your clit senselessly all over. “All you hafta to do is- hah-” He’s being cut off by his own ravenous thirst, slurping mouth grinding even faster into your pretty pussy. And all you can hear are those syrupy squelches and the smacking of Toji’s mouth, your whining ah! ah! ah! following with every push of his fingers forming around your gummy walls. Curling deftly to massage all your sweetest spots he’s already mapped out so scarily well. “-ahh fuck- can’t get enough. Would kill them all over again just for a single taste of this. Would kill everyone- burn down this entire fuckin’ city.”

You didn’t doubt it, and Toji didn’t let you - not for a single second. 

Because he was almost violent in his approach, bruisingly pushing apart your legs further and further with each sloppy, stumbling second. Looking up at you with his wild gaze, with such a feral grin you could feel along every crevice of your overwhelmed cunt. 

“Can tell ya liked that-” he’s huffing out a surprised bout of laughter, “Ohhh- ya like that very much, huh?”

His tongue was alternating between ravaging your clit and brushing against the teasing edge of your entrance now. Over and over. And you’re gifted with another imprinting smack! onto your quivering cunt - and another and another and another until you’re all but sobbing out such a broken, “Toji- m’so close, fuck- m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum–”

“Then cum f’me, my wife.”

It only takes a few more messy rams of Toji’s fingers knuckle-deep into your eagerly swallowing pussy until you’re crashing so aggressively into your high. Wave after wave of white-hot pleasure running down, down, down your spine and into where he was relentlessly stuffing your convulsing pussy. 

Fucking you over and over through your orgasm, the pretty sight of you so splayed out and ruined makes Toji’s mouth water. He feels like a damn dog with the way his tongue lolls out, grin widening, he murmurs absent-mindedly, “Yeah- wouldn’t be bad at all. Swear you’re gonna be the end of my sanity.”

Fuck, you shamelessly ogle the way his dark robe falls down his broad shoulders, revealing so many dips and curves of muscle after muscle. He was so large - so meticulously sculpted that your restless legs fasten around Toji’s slenderly toned waist, drawing him close until your bare chests were rubbing up against one another. “Heh- you don’t get to hold out on me anymore, doll.”

It sounded almost like a threat - but your bleary, orgasm-drunk mind only has the chance to wonder what exactly he would do if you did. If you didn’t give him - the one head of the Zenin clan that didn’t get everything he wanted handed to him on a silver platter since birth - the one thing he would kill for. Die for. 

You. 

So you’re smiling drunkenly, head tilted to one side, “What are you gonna do about it?”

Toji doesn’t answer - doesn’t even bother to. And the only response you’re getting is a strained laugh - delirious almost, like the mere thought of that was enough to shred away whatever was left of his sanity.

And yours - clearly - because in that very moment, Toji lets his throbbing cock finally spring out, smacking against his abs to leave a glisteningly wet smear of precum. So so angry, his fat weeping tip lets out another wave of syrupy precum at the chill of the heady air. 

Shit - he was big. 

Long, long shaft blending so prettily from a feverish red at his tip to the tan skin behind those tufts of black at his happy trail. Veins pulsing, girthy enough that you’re wondering back to his kill count, thighs twitching nervously to a close. 

“No- no no-” you could tell his tone was trying to veer into scolding, but you caught the way it cracks with so much raw need. “Don’t you fuckin’-” His hands just wrench your knees back open, green eyes just aflame at this point. “-dare.” 

His pointed smile was so dripping wet with your sweet sweet juices from before, trickling in a sloppy trail all the way from the glossy corners of his lips, down to his chin. And his eyes follow the splattering, thick puddle on your collarbone. 

“Oh-” Toji’s mouth falls into a wicked gasp, immediately, he’s surging forward to pool the syrupy mess on his hot tongue. “Heh- guess we really are just now consummating our marriage, huh?”

The movement causes his painfully rock-hard cock to just kiss at your puffy pussy lips, just mashing the fat round tip of his length between your slit. Teasing. So fucking filthy. 

“Toji-” you’re wrenching him by his dark hair to pant into his open mouth, like a mantra. “More- need more- fuck I need-”

“More?”  His shuddering rap is barely even audible, ringing straight to your very heated core, because he sounded so wrecked. So fucking utterly ruined. Voice a few octaves higher in disbelief, “My pretty girl wants my cock? Fuckin’ want-” And then it’s like all the air is being knocked out of your lungs - literally. Feeling as if you’re being split apart so sinfully so, “more?”

You couldn’t have answered if you’d wanted to - because Toji Zenin was fucking ruthless. Just as mean as those greedily lingering juts of his hips, pushing and pushing his massively rotund length past your first snug channel of muscle. 

But that didn’t matter, because your slutty cunt was speaking more than enough for the both of you - or at least that’s what Toji mutters, over and over when he pushes in jutting, unrhythmic jabs to squeeze himself deeper inside you. 

“Oh- oh my god–” you’re batting your heavy eyelids open to take in the way your overstuffed pussy just bulges around him. Lips spread so widely it was like they were conforming to each ridge and vein down Toji’s fat cock, beading a glossy sheen down every inch by fucking inch you were being fed. “So much- fuck, don’t know if I can take it.”

Toji Zenin would rather die than not have his pretty wife all overfilled with cock if that’s what it takes him. 

And by the way your teary eyes grow wider, he suspects his pussydrunk mind might’ve just babbled that out loud. “Heh…didn’t I tell ya, ma?” His low whisper puffs hotly against your ear, tugging tensely on your earlobe. “M’gonna fucking ruin ya.”

And it’s times like this that it’s so clearly impossible to forget that Toji is inhumanly human - that you are so unfairly nothing in a match up against him.

CRACK!

Because with one, harsh ram of his sharp hip bones smacking against the globes of your ass - every solid inch of his intimidating cock is slammed against your tightly cushioning walls. It’s such a ravaging intrusion and you swear you could feel him everywhere. Feel him thrumming hotly against sweet spots inside you that you didn’t even know existed. Finally, buried all the way to his thick hilt, yet still nuzzling his hips upwards for more-

“S’broken.” Toji muses, and for a second you didn’t know if he was talking about you or the suspiciously sagging bed. “Plan B.” 

It takes only two seconds for his beefy arms to pick you up as if you were weightless - god, he was treating you like some object. And the only time he’s not enveloped by your heavenly cunt is when you’re being shoved down like some slut onto the cool mahogany of Toji’s work desk, his firm front pressing up against your arched back.  

“Plan C is to just fuck you into the floor until it breaks.” he snorts throatily into your ear. 

And you wondered whether it was a joke - you hoped it was a joke. You almost half-believed it until he was back to bulldozing his plump tip back into your briefly-neglected cunt. Stretching the clingy rim of muscle to bend to his round length, fully. Oh, he’ll never get used to this sight. 

Yeah, you definitely weren’t making it out alive. 

“F-fuck you really are-” One hand of yours scrambles to blindly white-knuckle the smooth wood beneath you when Toji’s bludgeoning your pussy with powerful, long thrusts. Feeling every minute flex of his thick thighs behind your own, shuddering with each forceful hammer of his sweeping cock inside you. “-you really are in so deep.”

As if to confirm, the man himself glides down an open palm to your stomach. Pressing down hard with all five splayed-out fingers until Toji could feel the same incessant slam of his thumping cockhead, the cascading ripple of his heavy, cum-filled balls smacking against your ass. 

“Told ya- hah told ya so.” his cocky groans are whirling all throughout your mind, such a hot, melty mess with the sheer fucking stretch of Toji’s cock. “Y’know…I can’t help but imagine just how pretty you’d hngh- look all stretched out n’ swollen as a momma.”

You’re nodding deliriously, and the way his crashing thrusts were just bruising against your spongy cervix, bouncing off onto every sweetly hidden sensitive spot inside your elastic walls. “Shit- ya jus’ got wetter- ya like that? The thought of me fuckin a baby into ya?” he spits, long sloppy tongue coming up to taste the dredges of tears streaming down your face- shit, when did you even start crying? 

“Shh shhh- don’t cry–” he’s cooing, rewarding you with another heavy smack! right onto your poor clit. Every steady clash against your over-sensitive g-spot only sends a fresh wave of big fat tears for Toji to kiss at. “-don’t cry, don’t cry. Never f’me, m’never hah- gonna kill off anything that makes my pretty wife cry-” A soft, salty peck on your lips, “-n’ that includes me. If ya asked me to, ma. I’ll give ya anything you ever want.”

There’s a creaking slam! on the wooden surface, and a hasty look over your shoulder shows that Toji has hiked his knee up onto the desk. For a second, you wonder whether it hurt - whether the throbbing shaft of his cock wasn’t rubbed raw by now, whether his abs weren’t just burning with movement. Fucking you so recklessly into the desk.

But oh, you think Toji Zenin would care?

You think he would give a fuck about anything other than rutting riotously into your gripping cunt? Drilling into you again and again until your tip-toes don’t even reach the ground at the force of his pressurized thrusts. The change in angle has his leaky tip glide glossy lines right across the bottom of your dripping pussy and pressing down harshly onto your g-spot. So rough. So mean. You’re scrambling further and further up the desk and-

“Now now-” Toji hoists your weak hips up ever-so-slightly back to him, before pinning you to the desk with his full, heavy bodyweight. “No running away. Heh…how funny would it be if I actually did jus’ hngh- fuck a baby into ya right now?” His fingers get so sloppy on your clit, “Fill ya up- rub an heir right in everyone’s faces?”

“Shit- m’so close- again-” Your ears are popping at the pure saturated stimulation when his hand down below rolls over your clit. Desperate. Depraved. Glossing up the curve of his thick thumb with all the sweet slick beading out with each broken thrust. It’s like he was out of control - losing his fucking mind. And your delirious mind wondered whether you’d be next, that faint cracking of joints certainly not boding well for either of you. “Toji, m’gonna-”

He’s so erratic - sloppy. And so it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same - fuck, you didn’t even realize it at first.

So hard that your vision flashes red and white, breathing raggedly gasping in lungfuls as you rock your sticky hips back into Toji’s so greedily. Your voice is shot - because you’re moaning Toji’s name so loud that it almost felt disrespectful, echoing across the sex-thickened air. “Tha’s right- scream as loud as you want, ma. It’s just us in this house.”

And maybe it was that - maybe it was the feeling of your velvety walls clamping down hard around his achy length - maybe it was just the way you’re whispering out such saccharine sweet, “Cum inside.”

Because Toji’s fractured sanity can only handle a few more unkindly bullying drives into your gushing cunt before he’s cumming and cumming so much he thinks he might die. 

Doesn’t know if he can - if he wants to - stop.

“Oh- ohhh fuck- didn’t think I’d actually-” You feel a branding bite inside the crook of your neck as his sloppy white seed splatters at your inner thigh with each rummaging thrust forward. Oozing down in messy, thick dredges. “-hngh- gonna fill you up so good- until you can’t take it anymore.” You didn’t know if you already could - because you felt so full. Toji’s syrupy cum sloshing around with each ram of his hips, coating your walls in a creamy, slick-like sheen on the inside. 

“Yes–” you sigh over another splintering crack! from somewhere, “Fuck fuck fuck- need you to- hngh, wanna make you a daddy- give you an heir, To-”

It’s as if he couldn’t bear to hear your swollen lips part with his name, because Toji’s shutting you up with a sweltering kiss. Still mounted and rutting into you so animalistically, “the best- the best momma, you’re gonna be the best momma-” he hushes into your mouth. Pliantly kneading your body into a sinful arch for him, you barely even register it when he’s carrying you away. Two thick fingers pooling his glistening cum, inching them back into your stretched-out cunt - “Don’t waste a single drop now- hngh- fuck, you’ll look so pretty all full.”

Before you know it, you’re being sprawled out so easily on the clean tatami mats below, face down, your hips being propped up by one of Toji’s. And in your bleary peripheral vision, you could just about make out how ruined that desk was - how broken. How the fuck haven’t either of you broken any bones, yet?

Or maybe you have - you wouldn’t even know at this point, because Toji was still slamming into your poor, overspilling pussy again. His harsh grunt puffs out in a feverish breath against your ear, “Told ya I was gonna ruin you, doll. Better get ready-” He’s punctuating each word with a sloppy, sold thrust, pace picking up to fuck you so thoroughly into the floor. “Because I have a Plan D and a Plan E until m’sure you’re givin’ me an heir.”

A/N. Ooo what if I made a clan leader series? Thoughts?

the immediate heat that swarmed your body at your own words had the older man clenching his jaw tight to control himself. and maybe he was being manipulative. maybe he didn’t need to tell you that the other waitress that sucked him off a month ago wasn’t his favorite, but he only needed the relief after the argument you had with her that got him riled up.

you also didn’t need to know that he’s already fired her and she’s not actually on a leave of absence because of a family emergency these past weeks.

you also didn’t need to know how much he’s been yearning for you ever since he’s hired you around seven months ago. especially when you’d follow him around the first month as you were learning. just a college student working part time here, but you cared so deeply about his opinion and doing a good job. and it wasn’t hard to find out that you liked the praise.

so maybe when you walked in on the older waitress that you despised sucking your boss’s cock, it made your blood boil like no other and the immediate thought that you weren’t mr. toji’s favorite had you seething and breaking internally. and he caught onto that quick.

so when you asked for a meeting to talk about your performance report for this month, he immediately responded and that’s how you ended up sitting in the chair in front of him asking if you’d done anything wrong.

“now why would you think that?” toji softly asks. you bite your cheek trying to stop these embarrassing tears from falling. you’ve never cried over anything this small, you definitely weren’t sensitive, and it wasn’t like he was going to fire you. but the fact that he was treating others differently…it made your mind go haywire.

“c’mere,” he lifts his palm out for you to come too. moving around the desk you take his hand, cheeks warming as you feel his rough palm close around yours as he looks up at you. “you’re doing an excellent job.”

“but—“

you stop yourself, biting your cheek.

that’s when he decides to stand up, his free hand gently cupping your cheeks, thumb softly caressing you as he leans forward. you can feel your heart hammering against your chest the closer he gets until you feel his lips press a kiss to your forehead. that’s it? you feel your hand unconsciously grab onto his shirt, and if he wasn’t doing his damn fucking hardest not to lose it, well shit. instead his lips move downward.

kissing your temple.

then your cheek.

then the corner of your mouth.

“mr. toji,” you softly plead, unsure of what you’re even asking, and that’s when he gives you a gentle kiss to your lips. your fist tightens around his shirt as you lean up chasing his lips once he pulls away.

his emerald eyes glance between yours noticing the mix of anxiety, confusion, and need in your gaze.

he gently guides your hips back until your thighs knock against his desk. and you barely have time to register what’s happened because he’s already lifted you up on the surface, his hand guiding your own to his chest as he leans forward. his face inches from yours as you glance between his hooded eyes. his expression only made your heart race even more, he wasn’t angry, right?

“you’ve been more squeamish around me this week. did something happen?”

his question only had your blood boiling remembering the events of last week, and luckily for toji, you were too fucking easy to read with that bored and angry expression that flashed across your adorable features, immediately side eyeing the memory.

“hey,” his firm commad had you glancing back at him.

“I saw you,” you start, licking your teeth. “and Ruby, last friday.” your eyes narrow with frustration. “why did you do that with her?”

toji has to bite his cheek to surpress his smirk, because this is the first time you’ve ever given him attitude. yes, he’s seen you be rude as fuck to customers and people that have hit on you, and he’s had to step in multiple times before you threw a bottle at a customer. but still, even with all that, when it came to him, you were a fucking angel. too good for your own good that it was like a completely different person. he knew you adored him.

“why did i do what?” he pushes. maybe, he wants to see you angry. see you frown at him.

he notices your jaw clench momentarily. your fingers caressing the hairs on his forearm as you meet his eye. “do i have to say it?”

he smiles. “indulge me.”

you inhale sharply before exhaling slowly, clearly he’s getting under your skin by playing dumb. but still, you bite. “why did you let that bitch suck your dick?”

toji’s dimples press in as he holds back his smile again, his heat slowly disappears as he walks a step back to plop down on his chair. you frown even more at the silence that follows as you sit up to look down at him. the way you cock your head to the side in annoyance only seems to egg toji further, but unlike you, he can practice a bit of patience.

“well?” you snap.

“well what?”

“well, why did you do it? she’s a horrible manager, and she’s a fucking bitch, and-and ya.”

“and ya?” toji is beyond amused at the embarrassment that floods over your face. but not at all surprised that you hold your ground. and he has to reward you for that at least. he rolls his chair a bit closer, lifting your foot on his knee, hand gently caressing your ankle.

“do you let anyone suck you off then?” you’re not amused, not even when his calloused hands are caressing up your bare calves.

and that’s when he decides to bite. “just my favorites.”

he feels you tense in seconds. and he would feel bad if he didn’t meet your stern, but hurt expression. and it almost felt like he dropped a precious jewel and watched it shatter when you glance away.

“so I’m not your favorite?”

fhuck.

he inhales. you’re killing him. actively twisting the knife because he just couldn’t stop his twisted smile.

“you just started workin’ here. and you’re only part time, kid. I’ve got a lot of good girls workin’ just as hard as ya,” oh how easy it was for him to lie. as if any of his other waitresses could even come close to you.

you bite down on your jaw again. this was frustrating. too frustrating. the uncertainty that swam inside you, the hurt that you wished was behind you. it all became too overwhelming. the emotions you’ve never experienced before was terrifying and something you’d rather run away from now.

“mr. toji?”

“yes?”

“i wanna quit.”

woah, what?! toji blinks, of all the things he was expecting to hear, this was definitely not one of his calculations. “hold on.”

“I hate working here.” oh….a tantrum. “i hate that you let that bitch suck you off. and I fucking hate how it makes me feel now,” you ramble, no tears in sight, just pure confusion and frustration. you were slightly out of breath as you continue on. “I don’t want to ruin your club, but I don’t think I can—I can’t be here….” you pause, “I can’t work here and….not be your favorite.”

well fuck me, toji thinks. ya he knew how you were with being praised, but fucking hell, you definitely have some needy validation kink or you’ll spiral. exhibit A. but only for him.

luckily for him, this just made it even better. he stood up, letting his hand rest on your thigh as he stood between your legs. tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “let’s take a breath,” his voice was low and firm. his hand gently caressing your thigh, unbothered by how your skirt was riding up. he leans down to kiss the spot right below your ear. “you’re gonna throw a tantrum the second you don’t get what you want?”

your hand grips his bicep, almost bruising if it was anyone but him. “it’s not fair.”

“what’s not fair?” his words were clipped, harsh, but his lips continued to kiss your neck as you squirmed, feeling him suck your skin. “tell me.”

“it’s not fair that I’m treated differently,” you tug on his sleeve, angry, even when he lifts his head to meet your eyes. your breath catches. you’ve never seen this expression on him. he looks angry. you frown even more, adorable brows pushing together even when he grabs your face.

he can feel the ache between his legs, the uncomfortable stretch in his pants. the urge to just give you what you want, so fucking eyes. and yet, he composes himself. he wants to drag it.

his eyes glance at your glossy wet lips, and he has to stop himself by putting his thumb against your lips instead. “open.”

you do.

and he forces his thumb in. you grip his forearm, and he forces himself forward, pressing his thumb down on your tongue as your eyes fill up too quickly. you hate how stupid you feel, but feeling not only his eyes on you, but every bit of his attention on you, it was beyond exhilarating.

enough that when he sat back down on his chair, you weren’t upset. or when he rolled forward, rough palm caressing your thighs before he lifted your legs up to prop them on his spread legs so he can lean in and kiss your knees. even as your chest rose and fell, you held yourself up, letting him put your feet on the edge of his desk and spread your legs apart completely.

hell, you fucking loved it, the attention, and he knew.

“cute,” he comments, eyes dark as he looks at your panties and your cute wet mound sticking to the material. his thumb stroking your inner thigh. “you still mad at me?”

his question had you slightly irritated. your eyes deciding that the wall in the corner was far more entertaining.

“really, doll?” he tsks, hand grabbing the inside of your thigh, hand so close to your core you sucked in sharply, preventing a gasp. “I’m givin’ ya special treatment right now,” he continues sliding his hand until his thumb pressed right against your clit.

your back immediately arched and the hand holding yourself up curled into a fist behind you. his eyes widen just a fraction, you were far more sensitive then he’d thought.

the heat curled up the back of his neck at the thought of your innocence. was he corrupting you right now? he bites back a groan, watching you grapple with your emotions, scanning your tense features. lets see how long it’ll take till you break.

he continued massaging circles over your panties, it didn’t even feel like any friction because of how wet and see through they’ve gotten, but you were definitely cracking, especially with his unapologetic and uncalled for comments. “you’re just a kid getting upset that your boss is handling private business in his office.”

“you didn’t lock the door,” you huff, getting hurt the more he spoke about what happened.

“it’s my fuckin’ office. everyone respects that, well except for,” he pinches your clit making you gasp out a moan. eyes filling up faster.

“mister—angh toj…ah,” you’re leaning up, face flushed and eyes swarming with hurt.

“yes?”

you bite your cheek. a tear slipping down and it was almost too satisfying for the older man too see, if it wasn’t followed by the glimmer in your eyes slowly dying off.

“doesn’t it feel good?”

your lip trembles, but you nod. “mmm, yes.” you cover your face with the back of your hand looking away. and toji almost wants to stop.

“you can tell me to stop, y’know?” his words cut deeper than you’d like to admit. and you’re already shaking your head sputtering out your true thoughts, no matter how embarrassing it may sound.

“b-but,” you swallow your stutter, “you said I’m not…your favorite.”

toji blinks. his hand stopping as he stares at you. seriously, you’re still on that. your adorable doe eyes waver, maintaining eye contact with him, because that’s all you’ve always had over him. that look. the same one you’d give him when you refused to work a table with disgusting frat boys. or when you’d ask to leave a few minutes early so you could catch the train home. it was so easy for you to look at him and only him like that, that it was impossible to refuse.

the tears glimmer on your waterline, slowly sliding down your cheeks and it makes him crack.

he easily, flawlessly, hooks a finger and slides your panties to the side, leaning down, tongue sticking out as he licks a wet strip up your sweet pussy.

you gasp loudly, leaning back on your hands, whining as toji slurps up your arousal that had been collecting the second you walked in and that he purposefully caused. “toji,” you grab his shoulder, nails digging in, but he doesn’t stop. instead he wraps his arms around your thighs, shoving his face even deeper making you moan louder than ever.

“you’ve been playing me like a fucking fiddle,” he growls, biting down on your clit only for you to tug his hair, hard.

“i wasn’t—angh!” he bites down again. your pussy was practically pouring with arousal as he shoves his lips back in. he’s never tasted something so good in his life, the sweet syrupy taste of your juices had him moaning against you. fuck you were sweet everywhere. “toji, please,” your nails dig into the back of his neck, forcing him to continue eating you out. if he wanted too, he could pull away, easy. but having you force his head between your thighs had him yearning, grateful he doesn’t need to beg on his knees because he could’ve done so without hesitation if it meant he’d get to taste you.

your chest was rising. your cheeks were flushed as toji leaned back, almost growling when he pushed your legs wider to take a better look at that glistening pussy.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he groans, rubbing his thumb through your arousal.

“what’re you—“

toji hums, opening you wider. “just looking,” he smiles, leaning down, eyes flicking up to meet your eyes as he spat down on your pussy like a pro, and dove right back in.

he didn’t stop. his tongue slid into your hole, and you literally felt your body rise of the desk for a second. “angh—you’re—inside—mmm fuck—“ you were a fucking moaner, and not in the porn typa of way. but in the adorable squeaks and gasps that have him rolling his eyes back in pleasure. he just wanted to drink everything up,

“close…so close mmh toji,” your moans, so airy and smooth, toji sucked your clit, tongue stroking the bundle of nerves edging you closer and closer until your hips were lifting up with his arms as you came. he almost lost his footing as he held your squirming body, tongue still moving against you.

“toji! s’ too much, anghh!” you cry, nails pulling his hair until it really began to hurt and pulse.

“fuck me, baby, that hurts,” he growls, holding your wrist as he looks up at you. and that’s when he notices how flustered you really were. your thighs trembled as they slid off his shoulders a bit and your chest was rising and falling.

you were fucking breath taking. fuck, you were looking at him with so much confusion he was close to moaning.

he slowly turned your wrist over, his lips pressing a soft kiss on your pulse before he it slowly came up. he stroked your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “you’re adorable,” his compliment almost felt demeaning. your eyes narrow and turn away, frowning.

“fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“means exactly what i said,” he grunts, turning your cheek so you’re looking at him. “you want my approval. is that gonna make you stay?”

you hate to admit it, but ya maybe. “whatever.”

“s’not whatever, i want you to stay. so tell me what you want,” he’s caressing your cheeks again. his presence was overwhelming as he towered over you. “I’ll give you this one even if you’re acting like a fuckin’ spoiled ass brat.” you frown even more, but he continues. genuine, eyes holding no alter motive when he says, “anything you want, pretty girl, cmon’ i know you liked being spoiled.” he tsks.

your eyes seem to light up, “anything?”

he traces your jaw, humming with a nod.

“strip.”

toji blinks, really? but looking at your face, even you’re blushing furiously, but still nodding.

“in here?” he clarifies. you nod. “you’re fuckin kinky.” he chuckles but begins with the first button of his dress shirt until he’s shrugging the material off revealing his wide sculpted chest. he definitely couldn’t be real. his arms were huge, muscle everywhere as you blushed at the sight of his naked torso, and you blew a fuse when yiur gaze traveled down the expanse of his chest to his dark happy trail. it made you even more excited when he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.

“stop,” you command as the last item on is his boxers. His muscular thighs only framing the large bulge that’s pressing hard against his thigh. toji can’t contain his smile at your ogling, not even when you slide off the desk and step down to kneel in front of him pushing him to sit back in his chair. “can i?”

“it’s your game,” he smirks.

your small hand starts to palm his cock, as you lean in, kissing his covered tip. the choked grunt your boss lets out only spurs you on as you suck through the material of his boxers. the long work day still stuck to his skin as your eyes fluttered shut as his scent filled your nose making you drip even more.

toji bites back a groan at the sight, “dirty girl,” he watches.

you don’t respond, too busy nosing his cock. you definitely were no ruby, but seeing your less experienced self explore and worship him was worth so much more. especially when he lifts his hips up, letting you slide his boxers down his thighs, blushing furiously when the real thing bobs in front of you. your pupils dilate at the sight. ten inches, heavy as it hovers between his muscular thighs. his happy trail is dark and leads to a well trimmed base of dark black hair that makes you flush. his musk was strong.

you lean forward, pressing your lips against his tip taking a lick, then another, you lick your hand and spit on his cock, eyes large as you wrap your palm around him and pull the skin back seeing his engorged tip come out. fuck me.

toji bites back a pathetic moan as he watches silent.

if only he knew all his cute little waitress wanted was to see his big fat dick.

“it’s so big,” you mutter to yourself, as you lick up over and over like it’s some damn popsicle. and toji lets out a low sigh deep inside his chest. his hips rising spreading his legs further for you, hand gently caressing your head.

“take me inside your mouth,” his quiet command had your doe eyes fluttering up at him for more instructions. all dolled up, with runny mascara from your tears, and flushed cheeks from your previous orgasm. he needed to take picture and make it his lockscreen. “open wide, like a big girl—yes, mmm just like that—“ toji groans watching you suck his fat tip into your mouth, tongue circling his slit.

he gently guides you down. “you can take sum’ore, nghh—“

his hand pushes his loose strands back, biting his cheek to prevent the noises threatening to come out.

but fuck, he swears watching you slobber all over his dick as you bob your head at your own pace. the lewd squelching of your mouth sucking him was cussing his stomach to tighten, abs flexing when your hand begins to wander to his inner thigh.

your cute face was covered in drool, lashes kissing your flushed cheeks as they remained closed when you took him just a bit deeper. your throat tightening on instinct, “christ—“ toji grunts low and rough, thighs spreading even more, fingers lacing through your hair. “you just wanted to suck my dick, mmm ‘s that it?”

you hum pathetically loud around him, making his jaw clench.

“look up at me, baby, let me see you,” he gently gives your hair a little tug making you whine, slowly coming off his cock, tongue hanging out like a little slut as you catch your breath. your small hand is remains wrapped tightly around his base lazily rubbing his giant member across your tongue. unable to part with it even for a breath.

“hah, y’know,” toji licks his lips, chiseled chest rising with each breath as he takes in this sight. his cock twitches, pre-cum oozing out and easily swiped away by your greedy tongue.

you hum, glossy eyes doting up at him as your lashes flutter like a seductress.

his expression is pinched, thighs flexing as he keeps your head still so you were only giving him cute kitten licks, controlling himself. “ya should’ve told me sooner that you just wanted this.”

you pout up at him, kissing down the side is his cock, holding it against your sticky cheek unbothered by the mess. he exhales sharply, an airy laugh escaping him.

“what?”

you frown, sucking and licking at his base, then slowly dragging your tongue back up.

“fuck,” his back arches, barely, head thrown back as he grips your hair.

“i thought…i just…i didn’t want you to hate me,” you finally respond, adorably glancing up at him like you weren’t smothering his cock like it was popsicle. you peck his oozing tip, over and over, before swallowing him again. you whine around him, eyes teary as you stare up at your boss.

“shit, you fuckin’ brat,” his abs tense even more as you pick up the pace, gagging occasionally, but still stroking his base at the same speed. his eyes struggle to stay open, the pleasure making his mind foggy as you choke more of his cock into your tight hot mouth.

“f-fuck,” toji stammered, jaw loosening as his abs flex. the sound alone has you choking a bit as a moan leaves your throat. he doesn’t mean too tug your head, a low grunt escaping from deep in his chest when you start whining.

his heavy eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull. “good fuckin—fhuh-ck“ his cheeks were stinging, too stubborn to admit how this is probably the best fucking head he’s gotten in years. and it’s simply because it’s you.

his sweet sweet waitress with the biggest attitude and so quick to throw something at customers, having you desperately gagging on his cock as tears stream down your cheeks with determination. fuck he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock—

“ya like having your throat stuffed? eh, was this all you wanted,” he bites his lip, slowly thrusting his hips into your mouth, you gag even more but remain determined, whining around him barely as you grip his thighs.

his chest was covered with a layer of sweat, his darkened green gaze bore into in the lewd sight.

another moan threatened to slip past his lips, he covered it with his hand, his other hand pressing a palm against your forehead, brushing your sweat with his thumb.

you pull off, gasping for air, but immediately latch onto him, his hips jerk in surprise, you weren’t giving him a second to rest. your tongue swiped against that one vein that sent immediate jerks throughout his body.

“fuck—watch it,” he grunts hoarsely.

your eyes are so big and glossy as you notice the shift in his expression. his cheeks flushed as he tries to control your head. but you want it. you want to taste him in your mouth, the victory of making your boss cum would quench your infinite desire to please him.

toji swears under his breath as a loud grunt leaves him when you swipe your tongue over the vein again and again, your cheeks hallow. “what’d I fuckin’ say you brat,” his hips stutter, cheeks flooding pink when you bat your pretty thick lashes at him.

he’s so fucked.

once again, your tongue swipes against the sensitive vein, but lucky for him, you come off to breathe. your cheeks flushed, mouth open and panting as sticky strings of spit and cum connect your bottom lip to his drooling tip.

toji huffs, partially frustrated and partially surprised, until a deep groan comes out from deep in his chest that sends shiver down your spine and cheeks flushing because you’d decided to wrap your pretty little hands both around his cock and start jerking him off.

“fuck!—hold on—“ toji chokes, his once laid back position has moved to a better seated posture, with his hand gripping your wrist, mentally deciding whether he should pull it off and stop you, or if he’s really enjoying this.

you pout at him like you’re the most innocent little thing, and not like you’re unraveling his entire existence this very second.

you continue jerking his twitching cock, his jaw tenses, thumb rubbing your wrist. his neck was completely visible as it strained with pressure. the sweat that beaded his chest had your pupils dilating at the sight. why was your boss so fucking hot?

and so your lips returned to his fat tip, it was definitely an addiction. like a baby to a pacifier. sucking his tip was so gratifying. you whine, hand sliding down to play with your boss’s giant cum filled balls.

toji lost control the second he allowed you to get on your knees. he was letting you do as you please and was desperate to control his orgasm, if that’s even possible with the way you’re reluctantly licking that vein.

“fuckin’ christ—baby haah!”

he hunches forward, abs fully tensing as he grips your hair and spasms in your mouth.

his groans and grunts had your thighs clenching tight, and once you tasted the first spurts of his thick cum hitting the back of your throat, did you feel something flush through your veins.

“shiit—“ toji pulls you off his cock, holding his base with a tight grip, jaw tight, keeping his tip on your flat tongue. “this what you wanted—mmm shit—“ he grunts, slightly rolling his hips up into his hand, letting his chubby cock clench up and spurt more ropes of cum on your tongue and face.

you blink, lashes fluttering like a princess as your boss bites back another grunt as he covers your face in cum.

“fuck,” his slow exhale is met with his cock tapping your tongue, smearing his cum across your glossy lips. “you—“ he chokes, cheeks unbelievably flushed when you lick his tip and suck the remnants of his cum. “baby.”

his calloused hand stops your actions, grabbing tissues on the side as he affectionately holds your face and cleans his cum off.

you remain still. pretty lashes closed until he finishes. his thumb caressing your cheek, then your glossy lips, and nothing else was stopping him from tilting your head up, and when your eyes blinked open, his lips crashed against yours.

a gasp slips out, but easily turns into a whimper as he deepens the kiss. it felt like second nature, his tongue desperate as you meet him. rising up, you easily climb onto his lap. arms locking around his neck, kissing him with every fiber of your being.

“fucking’ tease,” he muttered between kisses, tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue.

your lips curl, earning a chuckle from the older man, his hands gripping your ass as he had you rock against his chubby cock.

he easily slide between your folds, grinding you back and forth. his tongue playing with yours, eyes half lidded as he watched your expression. “ya, you like that?”

you hum, exhaling against his kiss, “ya.” your tease sent a wave of heat through his body, his grip on your ass almost painful as he grabbed his cock. his lips finding yours again, humming in delight, slapping his hard cock against your ass, spreading your juices around.

“you gonna take it like one of my girls,” he exhales, calloused palm holding your ass apart as he feels the heat from your pussy.

however you pull away from his lips, warm breath fanning against his face as your chest heaves lightly. he bites back a groan, pressing himself against your ass again, watching you closest as your gaze narrows at him.

“only girl.”

he snorts. not mockingly, but in teasing agreement.

“only girl, eh?”

you nod. eyes studying his reaction as you cup his jaw, l fingers digging in as you stare him down. he doesn’t break eye contact, his tongue running across his lips, touching his scar as he swallows a groan.

“just me,” your voice is lower, stern. like you can tell him what to do.

he hums, lifting your ass up, and your body following suite, lining his cock against your tight hole. your lips hovering over his his, small breath escaping as he keeps his eyes locked on you.

“you telling me what to do?” his question was teasing, but the way he was staring you down was definitely a test. at least in your little brain. you hum, whining just a bit when he pushes his tip through your tight opening. your walls immediately stretching as your nails dig into his nape. “is that what’s happenin’ here?”

you choke, eyes fluttering, jaw momentarily slack as he rocks you on his tip.

“you forgot how to speak, baby? you wanna be a big girl?” his jaw tenses when your tight cunt squeezes him. “shiit—“ his grip tightens on your ass as you still hold his jaw, head pressed against his. eyes shut. “tight fuckin’ cunt,” he loosens his grip on your ass and brings a hand cracking down.

“angh!” your loud yelp has him grunting as he pushes more in, your lips press against his again. “it’s wait—haah-“ you choke against his lips as he tries to kiss you. but your breaking off into moans, unable to keep up with the unbelievable stretch. in this delirious state you don’t even realize he’s opened up your work shirt open revealing your breasts. “fuck I miss those bras that would unclasp from the front,” he mutters as he kisses the tops of your breasts. his fingers easily sliding up your spine sending shiver down your spine as he flicks over the clasp watching you bra slip down.

your fingers tangle in his hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. he moans around you, squeezing your ass with both hands. your eyes flutter shut, body heating up before he’s suddenly lifting you up, so just hit tip remained inside your right walls.

“deep breath, baby,” he huffs, biting his jaw as your eyes glance down at him.

“what’you—“ the sentence immediately dies on your tongue, as he slams you down on his cock, thrusting up at the same time, making sure all nine fat inches of him are stuffed inside you.

“fuck—there we go,” toji exhales, groaning when you clench and shake over him. “you okay, baby?” he soothes a hand down tour spine, your face buried in his shoulder, shaking. “baby?”

you hum, choking slightly as you hug him tighter.

he massages your ass gently rocking you. “ya haveta talk to me, pretty girl—shit,” he tenses underneath you when your wall clench his fat length. you whimper again, feeling your boss’s cock twitching inside you.

“it hurts,” you whine, luckily he hears your small voice. his lips turn to kiss your temple as you hold him tighter.

“it’s big that’s why, but it’ll feel much better in a few minutes, don’t you feel full?” he coos, speaking so gently you’d almost guess he didn’t have his monstrous cock stuffing your little hole full.

you hum, wiggling in discomfort. toji hums, lifting your ass, biceps flexing as he spread his legs, and he drops you back down. “fuckk,” his groans sends a new wave of heat down to your core.

it took a few more thrusts, until you were rocking down, humming as you continued riding him. “haah yaa, just like that baby,” his praises easily fueled your confidence.

you moaned, bouncing with his help, your ass clapping down against his legs as he continued helping your movements. your lips find his again in a messy kiss.

“hmm angh more—“ you whine, growing dumber as his palms dig into the flesh of your ass, his own cheeks flushed red as you drool into his mouth, the squelching of your pussy sucking him back in with every thrust.

“more?” he snorts, but nonetheless, spreads your ass before he starts thrusting up at an unrelenting pace.

“nmah hah t’ji! Angh!”

your pitched moans immediately sent toji into a frenzy. if you couldn’t get even more breathtaking, his teeth sunk into your neck as you whine, nails digging into his nape and shoulder.

“fuck—tight fuckin’ cunt sucking me to—shiit“ toji grunts out more curses as he licks over the deep bite mark on your neck.

your mixed cum is webbed between your plush thighs, as he thrusts harder, and you can’t help leaning to his lips again whining his name like a prayer until he meets your kisses.

too caught up in the moment, toji missed the repeated knocks on his office, until one of the bar tenders opened the door, the loud music from the club downstairs filling in the room. and the sight of the short tempered waitress crying and whining as she rode the boss’s fat cock left him frozen in his tracks.

toji immediately sensed the door, eyes sharp and unforgiving as he met the poor man’s gaze. he kept his rhythm not wanting you to notice and freak out.

“angh toji—pleas—so big—fhuck—“ you moan, unbeknownst to you, your boss is flipping off the man at the door, and mouthing ‘get the fuck out’. because in seconds the man disappears and toji is back to a quicker pace.

“so good—ji—“ your eyes are glossed over, lips smeared with salvia as he slaps your ass again.

“gun’nu cum, baby? haah feel ya tighten on me, cmon—“ his grunts are starting to waver, a layer of sweat shining across his forehead as you whine louder, eyes filling with more tears as you kiss him.

“gun cum—fhuck—i—“ your lips form an o, as you feel your body loose strength and a the build up deep in your core. the stimulation of your clit rubbing against his hairy pubes had your eyes rolling back as tears slipped down the flush of your cheeks.

“ya, haha cumming’ pretty girl, my favorite girl,” his continues praising had your orgasm crashing over you. legs shaking as he slaps your ass again, thrusts relentless. edging himself closer to his orgasm as you shake and hug him tighter, face pressed against his shoulder as you cry. “aww baby —“ he grits, breathless as he feels his core tighten getting so close as the lewd squelching filled the room. “my baby, look at me—wanna see your pretty face when I cum.”

your small body is shaking, before you left your face, orbs glossy and face wet with tears as you pant, lips hovering over his, face so close to his, he was ready to bust right there, but instead you decided to kiss him again, absolutely fucked dumb. rocking back into each thrust even as it sent your body shivering with overstimulation.

“mine,” you kiss him, desperate. he hums as you continue whining, much softer and needier than before. “cum—please—fuck your cum in me t’ji—haah okay, okay?”

“shit,” a throaty groan escapes his lips at your words. “ya can’t fuckin—“

“please please,” you cry, sniffling with a moan, “i love you, I love yo—angh!” the sharp thrust immediately knocks the wind out of you and you feel the loud rumble underneath as toji groans. the deep groan rocks your core as you feel the hot sensation fill you up.

toji’s head is thrown back, hips locked up, chest heaving as another animalistic groan comes out along with another heavy spurt of cum.

you whimper, face pressed into his shoulder, hugging him tightly as he lifts your hips again, just for another wave of cum to crawl up and spurt inside you. you whine lowly, feeling so full as toji exhales sharply, before he moves to pull your ass up, his softening cock slipping out along with the cum that oozes out in fat messy globs.

toji shivers holding his cock as he smears his cum again and then slowly pushes in. fuck you’re so warm.

“baby?” toji sighs out, hand caressing your back.

you hum gently.

he nudges you gently, but you remain still hugging him tighter, just like a spoiled little girl. toji exhales, head tilted back in the chair, arms wrapping around you as he appeals to your post-sex nerves.

“I’m your favorite,” you mutter it like a command instead of a question.

toji hums.

“just me,” you say it firmly, arms tightening.

“just you,” he gently caresses the back of your head, petting you.

“i don’t wanna quit,” you confess.

toji holds back a chuckle as he smiles, “ya, i know.”

“so I’m gonna stay,” your voice is slightly hesitant.

“is that a question?”

you finally peel your face from his shoulder. sitting up, looking down at him as he smirks. hand brushing your side.

“you promise it’s me. I’m your favorite,” you wipe some tears with the back of your hand as you glare at your boss.

his gaze flicks between yours, because he regrets it. not fucking you now. no, that was the biggest fucking thing he’s done in a long time. and he’s almost sure you were a virgin too, which made him have another feeling swell inside him. but what he regrets was making you feel this uneasiness.

he should’ve kept it in his pants and not let ruby suck him off, because now his precious girl was convincing herself to trust him.

he knows he’s disgusting. he knows you’re much better than him in every way. but he still leans up, kissing your hand then your lips, soft…sweet and whispers.

“you’re my favorite. that won’t change. I promise,” he waits for your eyes to find the truth written on his face, and feels a weight gently lift off his shoulders when you pout adorably, bringing a pinkie up. and he takes your pinkie shaking it with his.

to say that toji kept his word was an understatement. everybody knew that you were dating the boss. not only because unbeknownst to you, that bar tender told everyone how he caught you both fucking in the office, but also because of the possessiveness expressed on your end towards your older boyfriend.

you were always latched onto him. glaring at anyone that starred too hard, or tried to speak to him unprofessionally. it was cute having a cute little kitty thinking she’s a bulldog barking at everyone, but only seemed to draw the opposite affect on him, as he’d come up to you grabbing the bottle you were ready to throw at some man that tried to pick a fight with your boyfriend.

“there there, i got it, baby,” he’d calmly speak into your ear with a chuckle. your nostrils flaring as you hum in agreement, loosening your grip on the bottle and watching with arms crossed as your boyfriend handled it swiftly.

shoko raises her eyebrows back at you, fishing a cigarette out of her pocket and flicking a lighter once, twice before it catches. "sure you do. and i’m the prime minister of japan."

for a long second, the only sounds are the soft exhale of smoke from her lips and the idle, bustling sounds of the restaurant you’re sitting in. eventually, you peek at her from in between your fingers. "shoko, do you have any hot friends?"

"yeah. why?" when your eyes light up, she snorts and shakes her head, taking a drag from the lit cigarette. "oh, please. nobody wants to be the rebound after the 6'3 rockstar boyfriend. i wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy." she laughs when you groan and drop your face back in your hands. 

after a long second, you mumble, "6'3 and a half."

- 

when you get home, it's around midnight, and god, are you horny.

all that talk about your famous, rich, big ex-boyfriend has you pulling out your phone and opening up his instagram. it’s blocked, a souvenir of when you had more self-restraint. right now, though, you barely hesitate before unblocking him.

his page is littered with pictures and videos of him on tour, and it's like a feast for hungry eyes. him on his knees in a leather jacket, him practically moaning into a microphone, him holding a guitar above his head, and fuck, you can tell he knows he looks good. but no matter how big his dick is, it'll never get even close to the size of his ego.

you hate yourself for slipping one of your hands down and under your somehow-already-soaked panties, and you shudder at the feeling of your fingers over your clit. if he ever finds out how soaked you've gotten just from seeing a video of him dragging a mic stand across stage, he'd never let you hear the end of it. 

two of your fingers circle your clit, and you let out a half-suppressed moan as you feel a growing sensation of pleasure in your core. you slip a finger inside your pussy, trying to draw out any feeling you can, but all you can really think about is how much better it felt when gojo did it.

you remember his fingers like they’re your own (which, unfortunately, they are not)—long and slender, slightly calloused from years of playing the guitar. you’ve seen them knuckle-deep inside of your pussy, soaked and sticky from drawing out multiple orgasms out of you, and you’ve licked them clean more times than you can count.

a drawn-out, slightly exaggerated gasp leaves your lips as your own smaller fingers work over your clit, as if to compensate for your hands being a sorry substitute for gojo's. you watch as his fingers expertly strum a guitar on your phone screen, and fuck, you’ve never been more jealous of an instrument in your life. 

after minutes of manually forcing it out with aching, sticky fingers, your orgasm isn't satisfying in the slightest. none of them have been for the past three months. that's the bad part about ex-boyfriends like gojo. they spoil you stupid, making you feel like heaven on earth. and when they're gone, you can never really forget how good the high felt. why’d you break up with him again?

your head drops back onto your pillow as you let out a long exhale, eyes fluttering close and sore fingers stilling over your soaked entrance. after a second, you open an eye to the still-playing video of him on your phone.

oh, shit.

you scramble to unlike the video, which, somehow, had ended up liked, probably from your finger slipping while you were pathetically trying to cum to it. the red heart quickly disappears, and your heart rate increases (more than it did while you were fingering yourself, actually) as you pray he didn’t see the notification.

thirty seconds pass. he'd have to be a realllll loser to notice you liking and unliking the post in amidst his never-ending flood of notifications.

…but unfortunately for you, your ex is just as pathetic as you are. right as you start to relax, you get a notification from a contact named DO NOT ANSWER.

like what you see?

you can picture him smirking at his phone like the lowlife, good-for-nothing loser you know he is. he's probably pushing his dyed-white hair back (who dyes their hair white anyways?), since you remember it'd always get in the way of his eyes. god, he had eyes you'll never forget. ice-blue and, truthfully, a little terrifying, but the way they'd look at you while you rode him on a saturday night after a show will forever be tattooed in your heart.

you groan and click on the notification, staring at it with a mix of self-hatred and...gojo-hatred, i guess? his contact name stares back at you, a stark, bold warning set against the backdrop of your old messages with the only ex-boyfriend who could convince you to run it back, especially like this, with your fingers still on your soaked, needy entrance that’s practically aching for him inside of it.

two minutes pass with you just staring at his message. then, a second one appears.

don't be shy. i miss you too.

as if that wasn't bad enough, a third message comes soon after.

want me to come over?

since obviously you have dignity and self-control, you type out a reply you’d be proud of—no. go fuck yourself. don't text me ever again—but when you hit send, your text looks...well, a little different. gojo replies in a second.

that's what i thought. see you in 15. wear something cute for me, yeah?

-

you forgot how good he was at turning you on.

that's a lie. you didn't forget. in fact, it's all you've been thinking about since you told him you two were over. most 6'3 guys don't know how to handle all that, and think that just because they're big and tall, they're automatically good at sex (which, by the way, isn't true!), but, for lack of better wording, gojo knows his shit.

that's why you're currently getting fingered by him in your own bed, moaning his name like you weren't the one who dumped him. it's infuriating how good he is at this. two of his fingers are inside you, moving back and forth as his thumb rubs maddeningly slow circles over your clit.

and barely sixty seconds in, and you’re already ten times as loud and desperate than when it was your fingers.

"shitttt, oh, yeah, you feel so good," he groans, staring down at the way you clench around his fingers with every pump of them inside you. his pupils are blown wide, fixed on where he’s knuckle-deep inside your dripping pussy.

he groans again, unable to tear his eyes away. it feels good, so much better than whatever sorry substitute you've been trying to give yourself for the past three months. his fingers, calloused and rough, feel achingly familiar, and you have to fight to keep yourself from cumming barely a minute in. 

you swallow back what was about to be an embarassingly loud moan, and barely force yourself to talk in a somewhat-steady voice. "why do you sound like that?" you manage to get out. you're only talking to distract from the fact that you're pathetically close to squirting all over his six-inch fingers.

"fuck you mean, why do i sound like that? like what?" he responds, raising an eyebrow. his eyes briefly flit to meet yours. his tongue skates over his lips, wetting them slightly, before he bites his bottom lip and presses his thumb a little harder over your swollen clit.

"ngh, fuuuck— i dunno, like, raspy,” you barely manage to get out. “have you been smoking?" it's a stupid question. you know why his voice is raspy. it's not uncommon for his voice to be like this the night after a show, and you had always said it was hot back when you were still together.

gojo knows you know, too, and that you're just asking to give your mouth something to do besides moan his name. he widens his eyes at you patronizingly. "my job requires that i fuck up my throat every other night. i get paid to sound like this," he says, emphasizing his words by spreading his fingers inside of you, pushing and stretching your walls and forcing out a lewd moan from your lips. "why do you sound like that?"

you bite your lip in a failed attempt to stop yourself from gasping as his fingers prod even deeper inside of you. "like what?"

he snorts. "like a fuckin' pornstar. swear i used to have to work harder for this," he says, curling his fingers up inside of you and drawing out a loud, breathy moan from your lips. "jesus, have you not gotten laid since we broke up?"

silence.

when you don't answer, he grins like a kid in a candy store. "y'know, i was gonna call you a slut 'cause you're sooo wet sooo fast, but turns out, you're the opposite. someone's been missing her ex, hasn't she?"

you hate him. you hate his cocky smile, the one that's his trademark as a rockstar. you hate his stupid eyes, which are annoyingly easy to get lost in. you hate that he spoiled you so bad that nothing else can turn you on quite like he could. and god, you hate that you can't think of anything but him and his long, slender fingers stretching your gummy walls wiiiide open.

"don't be shy, angel. look at me." with his free hand, he tilts your chin towards him, forcing you to meet his eyes. he holds your gaze for a couple seconds, lips quirking up into a smile as he studies your face. "won't lie, i got around in the past couple months. lots of pretty girls..." he says casually, and he suddenly pulls his fingers out of your soaked pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing.

he lifts his hand to his lips, licking his fingers clean of your slick, and you almost moan out loud from the sight. his voice drops, a hint of authenticity bleeding through the ego. "...but, shit, baby. it's just not the same. think we know each other too well."

well, fuck. you can tell he's being serious, despite the lingering amusement in his eyes as he watches you stare. you don't answer immediately, unsure what to say to that. when it's clear he's not going to do anything until you respond, you exhale softly and mumble, "i guess."

"yeah, you can't relate, you fuckin' priest," he mutters, dipping his head and spitting a wad of saliva on your glistening pussy. he drags his index finger over your entrance, pushing his spit inside of you. when your breath hitches, his lips twitch with a smile. "how long were you planning to go without getting fucked, pretty girl? your whole life?"

you choke on a gasp as he pushes a finger back inside of you, mixing his saliva with your slick. "a-are you gonna actually fuck me or do i have to call someone else?" you ask, stuttering against your will. his fingers feel good, so good, but you feel like you’ll die if you don’t get his dick inside of you.

"oh, now she wants to call up her roster," gojo deadpans, curling the single finger he has inside of you upwards and grinning as he feels your dripping pussy practically suck him in. "who's next in line, sweetheart? is it that fossil i hate, toji fishy…whatever?"

"fushiguro," you correct automatically, and gojo rolls his eyes, not caring what his name is. all he cares is that it's not him. "and no," you confirm a second later. he nods approvingly, adding in another finger, as if to reward you for giving him the answer he wants to hear.

"good. wait, fuck, is it that pink-haired freak?" he groans, thinking of someone else. his two fingers inside of you pulse in and out of your wet, slick-soaked walls, flexing and pushing you apart as he interrogates you on a roster that doesn't exist. "the one with the tattoos. what's his name? suck-a-nut or something?"

you gawk at him, momentarily snapping out of the sex-crazed haze his fingers have induced from you. "are you serious?"

gojo mimicks your facial expression back at you, and pulls his fingers out with a soft pop. he lifts his fingers to your lips this time, coaxing your mouth open and letting you taste a mix of yourself and him. "if you're gonna fuck someone else, they better not be unemployed or have lame tattoos. now shut up and roll over."

- 

"relaaax. you're too pretty to be this fuckin' tense."

easier said than done. it's impossible for you to relax when he's pushing your face into the pillow with one hand and aligning his dick with your gushing pussy with the other. he teasingly drags his flushed, heavy tip over your wet entrance, cracking a smile when your breath audibly hitches.

your mouth drops open when he gets bored of teasing and actually pushes inside, and you remember exactly why it was so insanely hard to break up with him. you moan his name as he eases his way inside, slowly giving you inch after inch. it takes all of his willpower to not just force it all in at once, since you're all warm and sticky and so, so wet. but, for your sake, he’s determined to take his time.

"yeah, you like that, don't ya?" he grits out, biting back a low groan of his own at how you're stretched out underneath him. he has a view to die for, and he has to swallow to stop himself from drooling at the sight of all of you bent over for him, giving him the perfect view of your back, waist, and ass. he reaches over to the nightstand and fumbles with his phone for a second, opening the camera app and taking a photo from his eye-level.

you look back at him over your shoulder at the sound of the camera shutter. he cracks a lopsided smile down at you, taking another, this time with your face in it. "view's sooo nice from here, baby. had to take a pic."

he turns the phone so you can see what you look like to him. if you didn't know that was you, you could've sworn it was a screenshot of some porno.

your eyes are half-rolled back in your head, and your lips are parted slightly, glistening with the lingering traces of your slick and his saliva. from that angle, the arch in your back looks heavenly, and his camera's somehow captured all of that and the plush curve of your ass around his dick.

"pretty girl. i'm saving that for later," he says, giving the photo one last glance before shutting off his phone and tossing it back on the nightstand. "ah, shit, where were we?"

he suddenly moves his hips forward, and you moan reactively. "fuuuck, satoru," you whine, burying your face back in the pillow to muffle the embarrassing amount of high-pitched sounds that threaten to come out of your lips.

the feeling of him stretching you open is unreal. you're so full, and he's not even all the way inside. there's still a couple inches to go, and you're already a stuttering mess underneath him, mewling his name like it's the only word you know.

"jus' a little more, you got it," he groans, self-inflicted tension holding his limbs tight as he fights to not just shove himself in the rest of the way. you'd probably snap in half, and that's a lot less fun that what he has planned for you.

he pushes in the last one or two inches, now buried to the hilt inside of your sticky, gummy walls. "you feel s'good," he grits out, voice tight with restraint. "shiiiit. you good, angel?"

your face is still buried in the pillows, eyes shut as you fight to suppress the sweet, high-pitched gasps that every movement from him elicits. "y-yeah," you manage to get out, although it's more a moan than a word.

gojo laughs breathily and gives your ass a slap, just hard enough to sting. he gives the same spot a squeeze, massaging your skin before starting to move back and forward inside you, dragging his flushed length against your gummy walls.

fuck, he’s big. even though his lengthy fingers flexed you wide open before this, you still let out muffled, high-pitched whimpers against the white fabric of the pillow as he rocks back and forth, sliding in and out of your stretched-out pussy. you’re wet and so, so welcoming, fitting his length like a glove, all snug and perfect for him.

“so fuckin’ whiny,” gojo groans, hand moving to the back of your neck and sliding into your hair. he lifts your head a little, drawing your mouth away from the pillow. “don’t hide from me, baby. ‘s been three months, don’t torture me any longer.”

without the pillow to hide behind, your moans might as well come through a megaphone from how loud and how lewd they are. you haven’t been properly fucked in months, and now, you’re suddenly getting the best dick of your life. 

you bite your lip as he continues ramming into you from the back, making you wobble with every thrust. “ohhhmygod,” you moan out, biting your lip to try and suppress the embarrassingly loud whimpers that keep escaping your lips. it does nothing to quiet them down, though, especially as gojo shifts the angle to push into you even deeper. “feels s’good, right there,” you gasp deleriously, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

your lips are swollen from how hard you’ve bitten them, and as he continues stuffing you full and deep, you bounce back against him, letting your pussy do the thinking.

one gojo’s hands rests on your ass while the other one remains wrapped around your hair, preventing you from burying your face in the pillow. he gives it a tug, groaning your name like a prayer when it makes you moan. 

“fuuuuck, baby, taking it so well,” he grits out, and he shifts his grip on your hair and pushes your face down into the pillow as his thrusts start to become less controlled and more erratic. “‘s like you were made for me,” he says breathlessly, a half-laugh slipping out of his lips as he gets sloppier with his movements.

you hear him swallow, and although your face is currently stuffed into the pillow, you can imagine how he must look. cheeks all red and flushed, eyelashes fluttering, and his white hair’s probably slicked with sweat and sticking to his forehead. he lets out a sound that you swear is a whimper as he continues fucking you, but your lips are too occupied with making loud, high-pitched sounds of your own to point it out.

he can’t tear his eyes away from you, and the way you’re so willingly bent over and arched for him, as if you hadn’t been the one to tell him you two were over. “bet you missed this, yeah?” he says, a hint of the familiar cockiness you’ve grown to love and hate in his voice. your only reply is a lewd moan into the pillows, which he takes as a yes. “attagirl. that’s what i thought.”

the hand that’s been gripping your ass squeezes tighter as he fucks you harder and deeper, chasing the high that he remembers came from making you all dumb and pliant underneath him. you’re practically being plowed into the mattress, but you’re so inviting, legs spread wide open for him, that he can’t bring himself to care about anything but the wet hole in front of him.

you’re just as single-minded as he is, unable to form a single thought that isn’t just about him. the never-ending stream of gasps and moans from your swollen lips are like music to gojo’s ears, and as your eyes flutter shut and you fully give up any last claim you had to dignity, all you can wonder is god, how did you go without this for three whole months?

“p-please, just like that,” you whine, not caring that you’re stuttering in a way he’ll definitely make fun of you for later. you’re so stuffed full of him, core tightening as you feel a wave of pleasure coming your way in the form of the first satisfying orgasm you’ll have had in months. “‘m close, ngh—”

“yeah, baby?” he asks, feeling you tighten around him as your hands kittenishly grasp at the sheets. his dick slides back and forth against your slick walls as he fucks you into the mattress, making the springs squeal with every movement. “fuck, me too,” he groans, giving your ass another slap and watching it recoil as his thrusts become even sloppier than before.

“wait, shit, you still on the pill?” he asks, momentarily loosening his grip on your hair to let you turn your head. when you nod, his hand tightens again, and he pushes your face back into the pillow, a low groan slipping out of his lips as he continues rolling his hips again you, using your wet, sloppy mess of a pussy to chase his release.

when he pulls out an orgasm from you, it’s downright filthy. “ohhhmygod—” you moan, gasping for air and pushing back onto his length as he coaxes out your release.

the second the tension in your stomach snaps, your limbs stop working and you go limp beneath him, reduced to nothing but a pretty doll as your brain shutters off too. the stimulation has your brain going dumb, nothing in your skull but the waves of pleasure that he’s drawn out of you. even as he continues fucking you through your orgasm, moaning into the pillow, you can’t help think that you don’t care what he does, his dick’s too good to let go of again. 

you haven’t came that hard in three months, and it looks like he hasn’t either.

he whines your name when he cums inside of you just seconds later. it’s hot and floods your insides as his hips continue their jerky motions, burying his white, sticky release deep inside of you. high-pitched sounds that almost sound like whimpers slip out of his lips as his eyes roll into the back of his head, lost in the pleasure that is your pretty pussy.

eventually, he stops rutting against you, chest heaving as he just stays buried inside of you for a moment longer, feeling how your gummy walls clench around his still-hard dick. his breathing is noticeably shakier than normal, and for once in his life, it seems like he doesn’t have any words to say. 

after a long second of silence, where there isn’t any sounds except for your synchronized, heavy breaths, he speaks. “good girl. don’t think i coulda pulled out anyways,” he mumbles as he pulls out of your limp body and maneuvers you onto your back. 

his lips are curved into a cheeky, satisfied smile as he observes your face, drinking in your fluttering eyelashes and slightly-parted lips. he looks just as sex-crazed, ears bright red and lips wet with his own saliva. he pushes your knees apart, licking his lips as he hungrily stares down at his cum dripping out of your pussy.

“we’re doing that again.” his eyes flick from the wet, sticky entrance in between your thighs to your face. after a second, he leans down, eyes fluttering closed as his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth and pushing against yours. he moans against your lips, and when he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your mouths. 

“n’ this time, i wanna see your face while i’m inside you.”

-

when he finally collapses on top of you, cheeks coated with a red blush and eyes half-lidded, your whole body’s sore beyond belief. somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wonder if you’ll have to call off from work tomorrow…or is it today? you have no idea how long you’ve been under him.

"ya know, you don't have to get off to my fuckin’ instagram feed," gojo says, rolling off of you and shooting you a lopsided grin. he pushes his sweat-slicked hair back from his forehead, chest heaving. "text me anytime. hell, just show up at my door. you're not the only one always thinking about their hot ex." 

you limply lift your hand and run your fingers over your collarbone, feeling the indents of a bite mark he had left on your skin, that’ll no doubt leave a dark bruise for you to hide. “m’kay,” is all you say in response, as you close your eyes exhaustedly. after a second, you mumble, “you staying the night?”

your eyes remain closed, but you can hear gojo shake his head. "nah. i got a show today," he says with a sigh, sitting up and groaning. “if i stay with you, i’ll probably miss it.”

“wouldn’t be the first time,” you mutter, and you swear you can hear the slightest laugh slip out of his lips as his weight lifts off the mattress. it’s true. back when you two were dating, incidents like this had definitely caused him to be late to a couple shows. he never seemed all that guilty about it, though.

there’s a soft rustle of fabric, presumably from gojo slipping back into his clothes as he starts to head out. “take care, angel,” is the last thing you hear from him before the door shuts and his footsteps fade away, and with it, your consciousness. 

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later that night, your phone buzzes.