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Synopsis. Toji Zenin. Nephew of Naobito Zenin. Leader of the powerful Zenin clan. AlsoâŚyour newly-wed husband with a taste to give the family an heir. Now.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, clan leader!Toji, arranged marriage, chiIdhood best friends, being apart, friend-to-married, married-to-Iovers, the elders, the cIan is awful, rumors, tradition, cĂłnsummation, wedding nights, exhĂbitĂonism, heâs PĂSSYDRĂNK, oraI (fem rec.), spĂtting, chokĂng, manhandIing, dirty taIk, fĂngering, wedding rings, matĂng presses, heâs BIG, tummy buIges, cervĂx smooching, rough s, letting them hear, talking you through it, pushing down, p taIking, dĂşmbifĂcation, BRĂEDlNG, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, cĂşmfIation, implied marathon, overstĂm, breaking cIan systems, slight hurt, COMFORT, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 12.6k
A/N. Saw that one frame of his foot and knew I had to-
âAnd if both families find themselves in favor of this proposition-â Naobito Zenin claps his hands with a greedy smile, quivering the ceramic cups of tea before him. â-then I take that we shall commence the appropriate measures?â
âQuite quite.â The elderly representative of your own family strokes his long beard. He reaches across the sleek table of Japanese cedarâit had the sigils of Zenin warriors carved into it, each glowering up at the outsiders upon their ancient estate. âIt was a pleasure meeting you, Zenin-sama.â
The former clan leader takes his handshake heartily, âThe pleasure is all mine.â Before his scrutinizing eyes slip over to you. âAnd about the preparations for the after-ceremonyââ
But you donât listen.
Instead, youâre lifting your gaze up eeeever-so-slightly.
Just the slightest nudge that wouldnât be enough to draw suspicion from the older men around you, yet still manage to give you a peek at the hounding figure beside Naobito. Fists clenched. Jaw sharp. Gaze lowered.
Toji Zenin.
Your future husband.
The first time youâd met the leader of the Zenin clan had been far before he ever had to bear such a title- in fact, he hadnât even been considered an adequate heir.Â
Back then youâd never in a million years have thought that Toji Zenin would be your future husband.Â
It was a humid summer at the Zenin Estate.
Almost two decades ago to the day; on a day when even the cicadas seemed to sweat off the trees, echoing their sun-baffled frustrations out into the open air. And the clouds slugged across a blue sky that battered down mercilessly its balmy glare upon the heat-drunken Earth. Upon the type of people that padded their perspired foreheads with embroidered handkerchiefs, tailored hand-made for but one clan.
Just five years old, youâd been running through the Zenin Estateâs hallways in an effort to get away from the heat and your family. Your tiny feet thundering down the polished floors. Your best kimono flapping behind you.
Your clan was always rather close with the Zeninâs - on a business level, if nothing else.
So it wasnât anything out of the ordinary for them to visit Naobito and his council to go over numbers you didnât understand, and contracts you couldnât read yet, and shake hands with men that made your stomach lurch in nervousness. But what was out of the ordinary was the fact that you had joined them this timeâyour private tutoring had been paused for the summer, as most conventional schools would have. And so your father had thought that perhaps bringing you along to one of their meetings would be more fruitful than leaving you alone with the garden and the house staff.Â
But the corridors were hot, and even hotter were the meeting halls your father made you bow to elders in: thick and saturated with the sweetness of expensive perfumes and clan deals done well.Â
So well, in fact, that no one had noticed when youâd slipped out the mahogany double doors.
You knew youâd get in trouble sooner or later- so you might as well do as much exploring as you could!
You weaved through the expansive compound.
Skipping rocks from atop their garden bridge, feeding the koi with shreds of bread one of the house attendants had handed you, swinging from the conservative branches of gingko trees. There werenât many flowering trees or bushes, youâd noticed. The garden was green and sterile of any other color.Â
Then youâd taken to being fed little morsels of delicacies by the ladies in the kitchens- at least, until one of the Zenin elders had barged in and started barking out orders. Youâd escaped immediately - not wanting to get caught just yet - and run out into the sun-scorched corridor outside.
It was there that youâd flung yourself into the nearest open room youâd found.
Its grand sliding doors shuddering shut behind you, youâd cowered into the shadows as the elderâs grumbles walked by outside.
Youâd only breathed out a sigh of relief when you were sure that his feet had trundled towards the end of the hallway, making a swift turn on the pathway to the meeting hall. Sitting down on the cool wooden floor, you clutched your knees to your chest. âThank heav-â
âIf youâre gonna make this much noise then at least do it where itâll disturb those old toads.â
Youâd nearly jumped out of your own skin- in fact, you think you just might have.
If the shadows could speak then youâd have said that they sounded oddly young, though the growl in his voice made you think of those types of boys that would graze their knees and then pretend it didnât hurt. There werenât many children in your estate outside of you, but sometimes youâd watch over the walls at the neighborhood children from afarâand you found there seemed to be at least one or two of those always.Â
He sounded like the rowdiest of the bunch.
And who youâd first thought to be a ghost - perhaps in hindsight you werenât too far off - turns out actually to be a lone figure in the middle of the dark room. A little boy.Â
He was sitting before nothing, he was sitting against nothing.Â
He had long shaggy hair that covered his eyes, and a mouth permanently downturned. An irritated red scar shone from one side of it.
A drop of red blood trickled down it and made you wince.
You attempted to take a step closer-
âDidnât ya hear what I said?â That hoarse voice - much too grown-up for but a mere child your age, perhaps a year or two older - rang out before youâd even let the soles of your feet rest. Echoing. Foreboding. âGet. Out.â
âAnd who are you to tell me what to do?â And you always did have a habit of questioning elders that you should perhaps not question - at least not according to your etiquette classes. So who was a little child?
He scowled and looked away.
Through the shreds of his death-black bangs, you thought you saw a glimpse of green eyes, so much like the gardens of the Zenin Estate. And you canât help but step closerââWho are you, anyway? Whatâs your name?â
âZenin.â He spat out as if it was venom.Â
âI couldâve guessed that.â You sighed, with all the wisdom of a five-year-old. Most Zenins had those sharply handsome features, the dark hair, and green eyes that glimmered like crystals. You could already see the burgeoning Zenin in the boy your age, the weight of it. âWhatâs your first name?â
He didnât answer.
With a huff, youâd stepped closer.
âWhatâs your first name?â
He still didnât answer.
And closer.
âWhatâs your first name?âÂ
He didnât answer still. Not even when you were standing right beside him, he remained turned away as if you didnât exist.Â
You leaned down to try and glance at his face- but the boy snarled and whipped away. His lips stretched almost garishly underneath that fresh scarâeven in the darkness it was obvious: a ruby-red slit, a slice of torture.
It looked like it hurt.
âFine then.â You said, and he almost flinched at the exhausted tone of your voice. There was a slight collapse of his raised shoulders, as if he expected you to leave him to his shadows-
But the only thing youâre doing is grabbing onto his face and bringing it up to yours.
With the silken fabric of your very best kimono, youâd dabbed away gently at the cut on his lip. âBut if youâre not going to treat this thing any time soon- then at least wipe away the blood.â Though you knew that this wasnât the lady-like thing to do, nor even polite in any sense of the word, you couldnât feel even a twinge of regret. âIt looks pretty deep. Donât you think you should tell your momma and papa?â
You tilted his head to the side, and he glared at you through long black lashes. âTchâŚâ
âHmpf-â Puffing up your cheeks in annoyance, perhaps youâd used slightly more force than necessary when touching away the rest of the blood on his lip.
He grimaced but he didnât move. And just when you think he might not say anything at allââMyâŚattendants.âÂ
You almost thought youâd imagined it. Eyes wide, your hands stopped. âP-pardon?â
âMy attendants.â He repeated, more sure than before. âMy attendants will take care of itâŚlater.â
âI see.â It almost looked as if he was searching for your reaction, and you donât satisfy him by showing anything. You merely tilted his head from side-to-side and checked for bruises, the way your mother would whenever you fell outside while playing by yourself. He had a few more scratches here and there - though none too deep like the scar, they stood out starkly against this pale skin. He looked like a sickly boy. âAnd why are you here all alone?â
âPunishment.â This answer comes out easier than the last, as though it should have been obvious.
A cold shiver ran down your spine. âOhâŚIâm sorry about that.â You knew what it felt like to be punished by the council for doing things that went against what a ârespectable daughterâ would do. Though your punishments were more writing lines and standing outside. âBut I donât think you deserved it.â
He scoffed, âYou donât even know what I did.â
âI donât.â You shook your head, âBut I still know.â
And that had been that. You finally let go of the boyâs face - there had been no more bleeding for some time now, and you almost felt embarrassed to have been holding onto him for so long.Â
In the obscurity between you two, you stood in silence for what felt like a few minutes- but might as well have been eternity. Youâd stared at him - the strong jaw, the hunched shoulders draped in a kimono with the Zenin emblem on the back, the scar that made him look older than he was - and heâd stared right back.
Brows furrowed, yet still looking.Â
Eventually, you heard the harried calls of your mother outside - she was searching for you.
With a final look at the boy - heâd turned his face away now - you started to take a step towards the doorâ
Only for a small hand to clutch onto your wrist.
Stopping you in your tracks, youâd snapped your head to him immediately- but the boy still wasnât looking at you. He had his gaze fixed on the floor, and the air about him was as if you didnât even exist.
Though the tightness of his grip was undeniable-
âToji.â Out had come a tiny voice. Steely. Slightly trembling.Â
And for a second you were more confused than anything, before the realization had dawned upon you like the beaming of the summer Sunâs rays.Â
He had repeated, âToji Zenin.â
You repeat, âToji Zenin.â
And then Toji had let go of you.
You nodded.
You told him your own name.
And for the first time since youâd barged into his life, Toji Zenin had looked at you with his green, green eyes. Sparkling.
It was only later - years later - in one of his letters that youâd learned of just how heâd gotten his scar. And the weight of knowledge was much heavier than the abyss of not knowing; your tears had blemished the starchy paper upon which heâd written to you about being thrown into a pit of cursed spirits by none other than his own family. That day.
All because he had no cursed energy.
And that was another thing - when you first found out about it, it hadnât been from Toji himself. Grown-ups talk. And youâd come to realize far before heâd confessed to you that this was that infamous oldest son of the Zenin clan, one year older than you, with not a single speck of cursed energy to show for it.
Jujutsu society hated him for it.
How odd it was that they couldnât seem to keep his name out of their mouths, then.
Though you didnât quite careâyou yourself didnât put much weight onto the strength of oneâs cursed energy. It just seemed too confusing to you as a child, and more confusing still once you grew up.
You visited the Zenin Estate as often as you could after that, often tagging along with your parents for their business meetings, or sometimes even begging some of your attendants to take you if they werenât home. All for one person.
Him.
And though he never showed it, you knew he was happy to see you.
Happy to roll his eyes and drag you all through the hallways and secret doors and gardens- it was at your insistence that Toji had gotten the gardening staff to plant a few rose bushes there. A dash of pink in the landscape of Zenin green. Youâd even managed a few times to sneak away and play together with his new cousin, only just crawling.
And just as life heartens a child, Toji also grew strong.
You saw it in him each time you visited - the way his grip on your hand would grow stronger, the way heâd tell you about another cool trick he learned in training. By himself.
And you were proud of him, you really wereââDonât get too strong though- because what if you get all big and scary like Vegeta?â
âVegetaâs cool.â
âToji Zenin.â
You just didnât expect it all to come to head like this.
The letter had arrived when you were seventeen - Toji was eighteen then, and had just gone through his coming-of-age ceremony. It was a private affair attended only by the Zenin clan members, and you understood that customs dictated their rituals remain hidden- besides, you and Toji had promised each other to celebrate in your own way with some takoyaki later on.
But the letterâŚ
âTo whom it may concern,
By decree of the Elders and in accordance with the ancient traditions of the Zenin clan, you are hereby notified of termination of regular visits to the head of the Zenin clan.
This decision is irrevocable, and any further personal association with the master, outside of compulsory business and contractual visits, is prohibited. Henceforth, you are instructed to discontinue contact with Master Toji Zenin without delay. Failure to comply with these prompt directives will result in the appropriate consequences.
Our new clan head must now focus on what is truly important.
With respect.
The elders of the Zenin clan.â
That was the first youâd ever heard about him being clan leader- or even the fact that heâd had a chance.
You had visited the Zenin Estate immediately afterwards, of course.
And it was only because of the rather close relationships that youâd grown with the house staff and guards over the years that you werenât thrown out immediately. Though, you definitely werenât allowed inside, either. Theyâd told you with grave faces that you were no longer welcome in the Zenin Estate without a guardian with you at all times - and even then you couldnât meet with the clan leader.Â
Youâd been forced to trudge all the way back home, letter in hand. Toji in your heart.
Youâd visited a few more times afterwards, of course.Â
Perhaps for a peek of Toji if anything. But the only thing that greeted you were those looming iron gates and the same answer.
You were not welcome. No matter how much you pleaded or cried or begged for answers.Â
You didnât see Toji Zenin, newly-dubbed leader of the Zenin clan, until ten years later - and by then youâd missed him as long as youâd known him. In the meantime youâd heard whispers of him in every corner and corridor of those stuffy clan functions you were forced to attendâoh, have you heard of that Toji boy? Have you heard heâs the new Zenin clan leader now?
Have you heard they overlooked his littleâŚlack of cursed energy if he proved himself?
Have you heard he has a gift of power said to be from the heavens?
Have you heard heâs the cruelest clan leader theyâve ever seen?
Have you heard heâs grown up to be so tall?
Have you heard heâs looking for a wife?
It was that last one that got your ears perking - no matter how much that rational part of you knew that eavesdropping wasnât a polite habit. No matter how much you knew that you and Toji Zenin were people that didnât know each other. And hadnât for a long timeâŚand perhaps might never.Â
You shuddered to imagine - according to the rumors - what blood-thirsty clan leader he might have grown to become like all the Zenin clan leaders before him. But a part of you just kept circling back to the little boy in the dark room, with a scar that wouldnât stop bleeding.Â
Sure enough, by the time youâd stepped foot inside your own estate after the function- your attendants had informed you that a letter was awaiting.
A letter of proposal.
Of marriage.
.
.
.
The ceremony was a message.
Every clan leader and madam and mistress, every sorcerer and higher-up, everyone that was someone was invited to your wedding to Toji Zenin. It was a lavish affair, overripe with the most succulent foods and drinks.Â
Though the week leading up to itâŚnot quite as much.
You hadnât gotten the chance to speak with Toji during the marriage meeting- rather ironic considering, well, the two of you would be the ones getting married. But where you might have answered the few stray questions posed by Naobito and his council, Toji had merely sat silently opposite you.Â
He didnât speak to you, he didnât gesture at you, he didnât even raise his green eyes and look at you.
Not during the marriage meeting. Not after.
Perhaps some stupidly hopeful part of you still thought that it was the meeting hallâs oppressive air that kept him from speaking- but Toji hadnât spoken to you even when most of his advisory council had filtered out towards the end. When theyâd left the âyoung coupleâ alone to get to know each other better, but Toji had stayed silent.
âToji?â Youâd tried - and he hadnât responded. âI suppose itâs clan leader Zenin nowâŚâ
To that, heâd flinched.
There were no more words exchanged between the two of you, and youâd travelled back to your estate to cry yourself to sleep.
The wedding vows had been written to you by your family elders. And in the days that followed - not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of the wedding guests nor your family nor your in-laws - youâd recited and re-recited your vows until your tongue got sick of the words. Until your tongue could feel them tingling at the tip of your tastebuds every passing moment.
Like a nagging, ever-present dread.
So it was rather anticlimactic when that portion of the wedding ceremony went by without a hitchâyou were awoken with the blinking sun, and dressed in a wedding kimono of snow-white. Escorted to the Zenin Estate in one of their glossy black Mercedes, you were ducked from view and taken to the family shrine there like a secret.
You shuddered as you stepped inside this land for the first time in ten years.
Deep in the gardens. A froth of wedding guests already lined the lantern-lit pathway from the gates to the shrine, they turned their heads and attempted to peek underneath your white headpiece. You were grateful for the lady attendants who would smack them away no matter which higher-up they happened to be.
You found that you had been strangely calm up until this point - strangely feeling as though it were a dream.
But youâd raised your head just as youâd come to the steps of the shrine -and the first thing youâd seen were pink roses. Upon either side of the steps.
And the next thing youâd seen was Tojiâs calloused hand - youâd recognize it anywhere - outstretched to help you up them.
That was when it had become real.
The binding rituals and sharing of sake passed by in a blur. Your voice shook as you stumbled through your vows, and Toji had steadily echoed his outâit seems they were written to match. Something about upholding the values of the household and furthering the Zenin name, words that were wiped from your mind as soon as they escaped your mouth. Then, after barely stealing a glance at those green, green eyes trained on you- you were dashed to the wedding reception.
Both you and Toji sat at the head of a U-shaped dinner table.
Winding around the massive dining hall like a serpent with a feast laid upon its silken white belly: sashimi platters, rolls and fragrant white rice, broths and pasta, cakes of all different kinds. The wedding reception was so big that professional chefs (some from the Zenin Estate, others hired from the best Michelin Star restaurants around the world) lined their workshops in the middle of the U and cooked for the guests live.Â
The scrape of flat-top grills.
The clinking of sake cups.
The laughter of drunkards.
And the longer the night went on, the more rambunctious they seemed to become.
They toasted, they guffawed, they pretended not to brag, they asked for more.
Youâre watching the scene unfold before you like a Renaissance paintingâThe Throes of Gluttonyâand rub your weary eyes. Strained. The thing that no one seemed to mention about keeping a smile on your face for hours on end was just how deeply it caused a headache - all the way from the back of your eye sockets.
âWould you like to leave?â
Itâs a gruff voice- deep. One that you havenât heard in so long that it might have been someone unrecognizable completely.
But you knew who it was.
Even if the husky baritone didnât come from right beside you - sending goosebumps skittering down your spine - you would have known that slightly teasing tone anywhere. You could have picked it out in a crowd of about a thousand voices- and Toji didnât even seem to know that that familiar tease was slipping into his voice.
He looks dead serious when you turn to him, for perhaps the first time since the shrine. And ohâyouâre hit with something indescribable.
Because what the rumors hadnât seemed to mention about him was that he was so devilishly handsome.
Heâd grown into those Zenin features he seemed to hate so muchânow with a sharp jaw, a smoldering gaze, hair that seemed to fall effortlessly over his forehead. His tannish skin looked almost golden in the yolky yellow of the wedding lights. Puckered, pretty lips. Even the scar on there only served to make him look even more attractive.Â
There was an intensity about him that only seemed to have grown tenfold in the years that you didnât see him. There was sadness.
Despite knowing very well of his numerous fighting accolades as of late, you were taken aback by just how large heâd grown to be. The first time youâd seen him, heâd been a scrawny six-year-old that wasnât even as tall as you. The last time youâd seen him, heâd been a gangly seventeen-year-old suffering from a sudden burst of height, and threatening to show signs of growing even taller.
And he had grown taller.
Broader.
Beefier.
Toji shifts in his seat to face you more clearly, and you watch as his dark hakama stretches over his wide shoulders. Puffed-out chest. Slender waist. Large arms. Barely doing anything to conceal his muscular frame-
He raises one jet-black brow at you and you jolt.
âPardon?â Breathless.
Toji shoots you a slightly knowing smile, âWould you like to leave, my wife?â
My wife.
Itâs more of a factual statement, than anything - a confirmation of what you already know. But you canât control the sudden lurch in your stomach as he says itâ
âYes.â Youâre blurting out the answer faster than your mind can compute it. And you reach your hand out to him. âYes, I would like to leave.â
Toji clasps your hand with a slight chuckle, âAs you wish, Madam Zenin.â Both your golden wedding bands twinkle in the dim lighting.
âLook! Look! The newly-weds are leaving their own reception-â
âAm I drunk or are they being audacious enough to hold hands-â
âDo you think we may see an heir soon?â
âAll rise for the esteemed clan leader of the Zenin family, and his madam.â The last one is a booming announcement by one of the Zenin council members.
In unison, the wedding party rises to their feet.
Cluttering and slightly clumsy with liquor.
âAll bow for the esteemed clan leader of the Zenin family.â
In unison, they bow.
And youâve just about had enough of being ogled as if you were a party trick- smiling politely and tugging on Tojiâs hand to leave. And perhaps the thought that you wanted to be alone with him - with your husband - was hastening your movements-
âAll bowââ But Toji stands firm. Raising his stern voice above the chaos, so that every corner of the dining hall shall be able to hear his crystal-clear words. You look up at him in slight shock at this sudden speechâdid he want them to bow to him again? Before heâs saying your name- ââmy wife, the esteemed madam of the Zenin family.â
Your heart drops to your stomach.
Your gaze snaps to the audience- you could see the confusion simmer across their faces, the realization, the shock, the slight apprehension. It was a chamber filled to the brim with men whoâve never had to look up at a woman a day in their lives.
And here they were, bowing to you.
It doesnât happen instantly - not at all.
They first look at each other, they first bend at their knees as if in the motion of dry heaving (and some of them look as though they just might at this very notion), thenâto your surprise, Naobito Zenin is the first to bow.
Then more of your family.
Then some of the Kamo clan.
One by one, they were bowing before you.Â
âLower.â Toji barks, and they each flinch- before doing as he said. Until their heads touched the floor, the higher-ups of that room bent before you.
As if worshipping.
All but one, of course - the blond-haired man stood out amongst the crowd. In more than one way. He was well-dressed in a way that denoted him as one amongst the clans, the Zenin emblem peeking out in silver, barely twenty with black dye fringing his pale hair. There was a coarse smirk twisting his lips, and he stood with his arms crossed in the front row.
You have to squint your eyes to realize that this was none other than Tojiâs cousinâNaoya Zenin. The very same little boy the two of you had played with years before.
And he was refusing to bow before a woman.
Toji, of course, would not stand for this.
One split-second, heâs beside you, the other split-second, heâs in front of the young man and grabbing Naoyaâs head with one hand. So fast that you didnât even see him move. Slamming him down until his forehead hits the floor- âI saidââ As Naoya scrambles to get up, Toji raises one foot and stomps it down on the other manâs head. â-bow.â
Naoya sputters, âT-Toji-sama-â
âLower.â Heâs pressing down even harder with the heel of his golden-clad sandal. Naoya flails like a turtle overturned- âLower.â
âToji-sama, I didnât mean to-â
âLowerââ
Naoyaâs cheek was pressed to the floor, tears running down his cheeks and darkening the color of the ground. He was no match to your husband. âI-I apologize for-â
âDo not apologize to me.â Toji gruffs out from above, lips slightly twitching at the ends. He was enjoying this. âApologizeâto her.â
Hearing this almost seemed to hurt Naoya more than being stomped on.
He gasps.
He chokes.
He attempts uselessly to stand.
But who was he to reject a command from the clan leader?
âIâŚâ A rush of near-satisfaction goes through your body as Naoya raises his teary eyes to look up at you- and that was only because Toji had allowed him barely even leeway. His bruised lips babble, â-apologize-â
Toji looks at you with peripherals darkened with anger, and you can only nod at him to spare the other man. You wouldnât want a bloodbath on your wedding.
He spits down at Naoya before taking his foot off- and where his cousin darts behind the legs of Naobito Zenin, Toji calmly walks over to you and holds out his hand. For you to take.
For him to take you away from all this.
.
.
.
The elders were outside.
The elders were outside your martial bedroom and listening to every slight noise you were hatching-
âZenin-â
âToji.â
âTojiââ Youâre gasping out wetly into the crook of his neck, your hands fisting in the expensive silks of his hakama. Heated proximity. His panting breath. Toji was pushing you flatly against the king-sized mattress, one hand on the back of your neck, the other pressing down your front.
He reaches the edge of your abdomen, almost near where your cunt was throb-throb-throbbing wildly between your legs. And you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep the most lecherous sounds from escaping- âT-Toji, so theyâre going to be listening all night-â
âAll night.â Toji affirms. Pearly white canines glinting between his scarred lips, âSo we might as well give them a show, hm, my wife?â
And then heâs gliding the tip of his nose down your neck, down your collarbones, right between the valley of your breasts. Breathing in. âO-ohââ
Your head tilts away to give him more access- and itâs then that youâre seeing yet another glimpse of the sliding doors to this grand chamber. Paper-thin screens. Shadows of council members here to affirm that the marriage was actually being consummated - you knew it was a tradition in the Zenin clan. For the council to stand guard behind the bedroom and make sure that another heir would be born. You just didnât think that it would be taken so seriously with rows upon rows of-
âFocus on me, darlinâ.â Tojiâs rasping tone warns, something primal curdling at the very back. Youâre snapping your gaze over to him and zapped with electricity a darkened look in his eyes- âOr should I sayâŚâ
âSh-shit.â You whisper as he starts shifting down your body. Lips kissed numb.
The clan leader reaches between your trembling legs. âI beg for your attention, madam.â
âYes.â
Your whisper billows out and makes some of the elders behind the screen flinch- their shadows stretch and grow on the pale sheet almost as if they were listening even closer.
Listening in for the whoosh of Toji pushing up your decadent silks and stuffinâ his head straight into your pretty cunt. His nose dives between your pussylips. His chin hits the base of your folds. He sticks out his lengthy tongue and manages to sluuuurp! up the wads of slick stuck to your pussy.
He manages to sniff.
âOh.â
Something cracks at the back of his throat, and youâre looking over at him curiously.
Only to find that Toji wasnât looking at you- not even close.
He had his murky green peripherals permanently fixated on your drippinâ wet pussy, a line of slick sliding between your folds. He was almost entranced. He was almost speechless.
âOh.â
He had his gaze locked with your throbbing cunt until itâs only a slight creak from outside that makes him break his stare to look at the elders. And then over at you and ohâyou notice that his pupils were blown so wide that you nearly couldnât see a speck of green.
You almost feelâŚstrangely cautious at the animalistic way he was acting. Blinking down at him, âT-Toji, are you-â
But itâs almost as if hearing his name wrapped around your pretty lips is enough to send Toji Zenin into overdrive.
And heâs startling- almost fight or flight, before slapping a hand down on the side of your hips and draaagging you halfway down the damn mattress. Letting the expensive bedsheets bunch up where your hips were pulled.
Because Toji doesnât seem to care for your trembling questions- he doesnât seem to care that you were bucking your hips up nâ down his handsome face for more.
No.
He was gaping his maw over your wet cunt and slippinâ his tongue inside in a mere split-second- not even waiting for your elastic hole to stretch properly before starting to fuck you like a madman. Like a madman.
He was holding onto either side of your thighs nâ pressing his nose up reeeeal close to your clit- breathing in gutturally as he swabs his tongue inside. Spit dribbling. Scar grazing your folds. âSh-shiiiiitââ
And, usually, heâd tease your whiny voiceâwouldnât he?
But right now Toji Zenin canât even fucking breathe as heâs pistoning his fat tongue in. And out. Repeatedly, heâs swervinâ the curled tip of his tongue against the roof of your cunt and feeling as you clench all âround him.Â
As you buck your hips off of the rickety mattress - it mustâve been decades old by the way it was protesting your every movement.
But Toji doesnât even register just how close his bed was to shattering into a zillion pieces right now.
The only thing on his mind wasâŚ
âYou.â
Youâre snapping your head down in shock and confusion at the abrupt groan of a word barked between your pussylips - no warning. It hums vibrations of pleasure up your spine and makes you arch into Tojiâs slidinâ lips. All dazed, as if he doesnât even know heâd blurted it out loud.
The only thing - one - he can think of is you.
You, you, you, you.
You with your soppy wet walls wrapped around his pokinâ tongue, you with your cunt throbbing away every time his nose dug between your pussylips. You who was sucking him back in every time he pulled out, you who was- fuck. Enough to drive a man wild.
And you could feel the change in the way that Toji was makinâ out with your pussy, too.
He had gone from the slow and sensual kissing when you first entered the room- into the rapid gestures of his tongue now. Manhandling you. Not letting you escape.
Your voice cracks once heâs pinning down your flailing limbs, feeling the bulge of his big beefy biceps against your skin. âShit, and you just really did no- ngh- preparation or anything? Just fucking meâmm, like that?â He was stretchinâ you out so hard with his mere tongue that it was making you see white.
âAll the better to feel you, my dearâŚâ The way he says it itches something carnal at the back of your mind. And you shiver as he purses his lips and gives your clit a harsh suck.Â
âA-and youâre just being so- ngh, rough.â You mumble out between wet lips.
âAll the better to eat you, my dear.â Toji flicks a careless look at the grey shadows beyond the screen, the way they stirred as they surely knew what was happening in here. Almost to taunt them - Tojiâs taking a few more hefty thrusts inside your hole and moaning. Loud and proud.Â
âAnd, TojiâŚâ Breaths hitching a mile a minute - right on time with the sloppy cadence of his tongue. You gasp, â-youâre just so damnâŚâ Rough? Needy? Gluttonous? â-loud.â
âAll the better to make them know youâre mine, my dear.â
And itâs as if your mind is suddenly made of nothing but fuzz and the most lecherous swipes of Tojiâs tongue- he was holding you so tight to him that you can feel the half-moons of his fingernails embed onto your skin. Pointed chin smacking against the base of your pussy in a constant drumming that leaves you maddened. Tongue viciously pummeling in and outâ
So damn noisy with the most primal slurps that you almost canât hear yourself over it. Whining maddeningly.
âAnd by the sounds of it-â Tojiâs continuing into your cunt, as if he was still in the middle of a conversation. Just casual. Not even with you - he was chattinâ away lovingly to your pussy. â-mâeating you pretty well, huh?â
âFuck, when did you get so cockyâmmpf.â Youâre raising a hand up to muffle the noises leaking from your throat.
But Toji catches the slight movement- and in the blink of an eye, his trained reflexes have both of your hands pinned to the front of your stomach. Wrists restrained. Your tits pressed together in a way that presents a feast for his eyes.
The way he looks at youâŚoh.
Youâre just so wet that you could already see the gleaming layer forming on Tojiâs face like a medal of honor. And youâre sure the squelches were loud enough that they could be heard even outside- âShit.â Struggling against his lewd restraints, âToji, but theyâre gonna hear us-â
And when he still doesnât stop his motioning face, you find yourself breaking away a hand and running it through his sweaty black locks.
Having to lightly tug to get his attention on you instead of your sopping pussy- âToji, theyâre gonna hear-â
Your husband whispers something breathless against your cunt that you donât quite catch.
âWhat was that?â Youâre leaning up on your elbows to hear. And you can only stare into the murky depths of his gaze, pupils blown and dazed.Â
He smacks his scarred lips- slightly parted as he tries desperately to crane himself closer to your quivering hole. âCheh.â Toji rolls his eyes and lurches back a mere centimeter or two - the expression on his face was something agonized as if it hurt him to pull away - only to spit a dripping wad of saliva down onto your cunt.Â
âPleaseâŚâ Youâre shivering, âWhat was that?â
Breath choppy. Tone absolutely shattered. He repeats- âWho did ya marry?â
His voice muffles into your folds. Youâre looking away from the traditional sliding doors and finding that he has his eyes dead-set on youâintense.
For a few seconds youâre so enraptured by the look in his verdant eyes that youâre speechless- and only then do you register what exactly he asked. âWaitâŚwhat?â He looked dead fucking serious.
Splat! Another wad of spittle. âAnswer the question, will you, madam?â
His voice was full of authority. The beastly man from earlier. âY-youâŚ? Toji Zenin.â Youâre just managing to gasp out, shivering at the feeling of his tastebuds then rovering uuuup and down your slit. Teasing. Then pushing inside. Heâd stretched his muscle out so that very honed tip would graze your most sensitive insides, âToji, why are you asking me-â
âThen why dontâcha fucking scream your husbandâs name for them to hear, hm?â
And you swear you can feel his smile against your very pussylips for a mere sultry moment.
Before heâs back to swipinâ into you like a machine.Â
Except this timeâŚheâs using both his mouth and the two globular ends of his fingertips.
The fingertips on his left hand.
They were thick and rough after years of training- perfect to swab against your most tender spots and leave your walls raw with pleasure. And just when you thought his size and shape would be enough to drive you frenzied, Toji was curvinâ up his fingers in a way that let the frigid metal of his wedding ring press against your walls.
All cold and making it easy to follow his movements. He was forcing in his solid inches with quick, methodical strokes down your velvety channel.
Probinâ into the sweetest spots - youâre sure that Toji was just so generous with his size that he doesnât even have to try to fill up your every orifice. He spreads his fingers apart and scissors into your insides, pumping them roughly.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
âOh my godââ Let them hear? Let the elders hear? âToji, what has gotten into-â
Thwack!
âI saidâŚlet them hear.â
Just then heâs puckerinâ his two fingerpads against your poor g-spot- already having mapped your cunt out with his tongue. It was almost as if his digits were on a treasure hunt to find where you liked him thumpinâ away into the most.
So hard that you think the elders outside can hear it. So hard that you swear theyâre flinching-
Thump-thump-thump!
And whatever question you had on the tip of your tongue before is immediately evaporating at the sheer frenzy Toji shows when heâs drilling into you. The realization hits you like a truck. âToji, are youâŚpussydrunk?â
He merely flicked his half-lidded eyes up at you- âMmmmââ Groaning his deep baritone against your raw nâ rubbed lips - it makes you leak out in your syrupy sap even more. He has the audacity to look at your ruined expression and giggle. âI dunno, council, am I pussydrunk?â
Though it wasnât as if they could hear that slight whisper- or even if they could, it was impossible that theyâd answer.
But Toji seems to be utterly unaffected by that little tidbit, and instead looks even more gleeful at the silence from the audience just behind a thin screen on the door. âHeh- when they hear theyâll know I fuck my wife goooooood.â
You supposed that answered your question already. And youâre holding onto Tojiâs crown and rutting up against his ajar mouth. âShit- shit, I never thought youâd be soââ
âLook- I think theyâre squirming.â Toji glances over at the shadows that still loomed, as present as ever. âI think theyâre already startinâ to find out.â
âFuck.â Heâs thrashing his wedding ring against your g-spot once more.Â
And from then on you were merely at your husbandâs mercy - at the mercy of the clan leader of the Zeninâs. He was acting just as ruthlessly.Â
Almost as if he wanted them to hear everything he was doing.
âBet they can hear just how wet ya are fâme- just how much youâre leaking over this damn fucking Zenin bed they love so much.â On cue, heâs rutting against the bedframe to leave its springs creaking. âBet they can hear the way you suck me up like thaaaaaat- atta girl. My wife.â Toji hooked his fingertips at the ends and made them splosh out even more slick- dragging them out of your puckered hole and fucking them right back in. âWonder if they know how sweet ya are though, huh?â
Like your body was ready to prove his point, your hole gapes with a gush of glittery slick. One that Tojiâs gulping up with as much noise as he could possibly make.
Purposefully bucking his hips against the mattress even more - it was almost as if eating you out like this was too much to bear. He bites down on the insides of his cheek as his rock-hard erection crushed against the soft comfort. He just needed to fuck youâ
Toji has his teeth nibblinâ over your pretty clit and sucking until his chiselled cheeks hollowed and it made the most lecherous squelching sounds. Each of them a cacophony that echoed outside. He moans, âBet they can hear how ready you are-â And youâre noticing that at this particular sentence, your husband raises his volume just a tad. He raises it. â-how fucking neeeeedy ya are to get fucked stupid by me.â
A rattle outside.
Both of you turn your head in unison to look at the commotion, but whatever the incident may have been, no one seems to move from their seats at your audience. Almost glued there - and not by duty any longer.
You look back at Toji who was grinning.
He puffs out a snicker above your swollen foldsââPwah! If anything, at least the Zenin clan leader knows how to eat pussy.â
Tojiâs shaggy bangs graze across your clit and make you twitch, âT-ToooojiâI donât think mâgonna lastâŚâ
âWhat was that?â
âI think mâgonna cum.â
A smile he canât control breaks out across his face, âLouder, madam.â Toji alternates his greedy gaze between your enraptured audience, your lewdly twisting expressions, and your pussy. All gulping him down greedily.
What a sight it was to behold - and that noise? Whoâs going to stop him from reaching over to grab at one of your sandals and fling it against the sliding door- where it knocks against the cedar screen and clatters to the floor. âYa hear that?â He calls to those uptight elders, surely horrified by now⌠âLouder for the ones in the back~â
Turning your head, you see that your clans are more restless than ever. âMâgonna cum-â
âLouder.â
âGonna cumââ
âLouder.â
It seems that no matter how loud you were, it just wouldnât be enough for him.
So the only thing you could do at this point is to throw your head back and get lost in your sudden wave of bliss - throw your head back and cum.
Youâre grabbing handfuls of Tojiâs shaggy black hair and yowling out his name as loud as your voicebox could handle it- âT-Toji.â Bubbling out past the sizzlinâ mouthfuls of saliva welling up at your throat. âTojiâshit, shit, shit, Toji mâcumming.â
âMmmââ He barely had the time to respond, fucking his fingers into you furiously. His mouth latched on permanently to your clit as he dragged on your high, digits hittinâ your g-spot at every startling peak of euphoria. Again. And again. And again and again and again.
Somehow he managed to pinpoint each highest point of pleasure, and you have to bite back tears at the sheer intensity. Heartbeat thundering in your eardrums. Toes curling until it almost hurts.Â
And through it all the handsome clan leader below you was readily taking on each of your cuntâs drags. Each of the gyrations you were pumping down on his swollen lips and his nose. Each of the little jerks as you had to be pulled back onto his swollen lips and his nose- he wasnât letting you escape until you were well and thoroughly fucked through your orgasm.
You blink down dazedly at him once youâre clear-headed enough to formulate proper sentences. âToji, mâcumming and itâs all because of youââ
âFuck.â And with that said, heâs ruuuutting harshly against the mattress. It groans even louder in response and makes the chamber vibrate with noise.
You swear at the shaking of the bed, âY-youâre gonna break this bed tonight, I swear-â
âGood.â
And itâs with a few more vulgar strokes that your highâs dissipating into a mere few tingles at your core - which, even that Tojiâs threatening to swerve his fingers into you through. And youâre completely sure that he wouldâve elongated you through your first high and straight into a second one had it not been for you pulling him off by the strands of his hair.
Begging through choked-up sobs, âToji-â You were straining to get him to move- not that you didnât want it, but you were just so sensitive that you wanted somethingâŚelse more right now. âToji, Iâm begging you toâhah.â
âTo what, my wife?â Heâs running his calloused hands up and down the sides of your body. âIâll give you anything, madam.â
Your lips quivered, âI want your cock, TojiâŚâ
And, well, how could he ever say no to his pretty wife?
In no time, Tojiâs lifting himself off of your lower half and climbing further up the bed. Something about the way he looks right now - half-lidded gaze, primal smirk, panting chest, throbbing erection through his wedding hakama - made you shift yourself up to the headboard.
And once youâre hitting the cool plane of mahogany, Toji grins.
âNowhere to run, darlinâ.â
The Zenin clan leader considers tearing off your kimono with his bare hands - before that admiring look youâd directed towards the garment makes him reconsider. It makes him sigh and gently start to part through the layers. They were much too much work, in his opinion.
And heâs practically jittery with need by the time the last of your obis are thrown over his shoulder.
And as for his clothesâŚ
Toji takes his sensual time slipping off his robes - so many layers that it makes you so thoroughly impatient. And so you canât help but reach out and threaten to rip his decadent clothes off-
âTearing your husbandâs clothes off already?â Toji says to you, though you do notice that heâs lilting his pitch up just a bit to let the elders outside hear. âSâthat pussy that needy fâme already, my wife? Canât wait until I take it off, huh?â You smack his chiselled pec and he grins even wider, âOh, madam, weâre gonna have a looooong and happy marriageââ
Toji doesnât even properly expose himself.
Heâs merely lazily pushing aside his robes until you could practically see all of him: the naturally ripped lines of his muscles, his toned abs, his cushy pecs. All outlined with the scruff of his happy trail that wedged between his prominent v-line.
Tojiâs meaty thighs peeked out from where his robes flapped open, and he was pushing them aside to bear you his aching hot erectionâ
You count.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven
Eight.
Nine entire inches that glistened in dripping hot precum, glazed the shiniest ruby-red on the top of his shaft. Flared tip. Heavy balls. Not only was Toji so long - but he was juuuuust as thick, with enough veins that you can already feel the phantom graze of them inside you.
Tojiâs balls tightened as he took in the way you were looking at him-
âLike what you see, huh?â Heâs smirking down sleazily at you, giving a playful smack on the sheeny inner part of your thigh. âDonât you worry, darlinâ, youâre gonna be feeling me very soon.â
âShit, I canât wait.â Your legs drop open around him - and end up wrapped around Tojiâs slim waist to get him to buck his cock against your cunt. âI need to feel you now, Toji.â
âNow? No preparation or nothing?â Heâs cocking his head down at youâcute. Just too cute how you were shaking your head like so. Not that Toji Zenin really had any idea of stretching you out even more and teasing you endlessly, but it was nice to see you deny it all the same.
His dark fabric was still semi-draped over his shoulders (though they were falling off uselessly by now and you could spot his tanned deltoids peaking outâŚhoenstly, how had they trained him in the years you hadnât seen him? Because Toji was justâŚincredible). And it falls over you almost like a curtain as the man pushes you back against the sweat-dampened mattress.
One hand of his presses down on your stomach, the other snakes downwards to cup his thick hilt. âBut Iâve gotta warn yaâŚsâgonna be a biiiig stretch- alright, my girl?â
Youâre nodding, âYesââ
âAnd when I say big stretch, I mean a biiiiiiig one- alright?â His black brows furrow at the sensation of his tip kissinâ your pussylips - you were just so hot and soft. So ready that he almost couldnât bear it, âEnough to make that pretty mouth of yours scream, alright?â
You huff, âA-alriâfuck.â
And those elders stationed outside your martial bedroom could probably pinpoint the exact moment that Tojiâs slipping his cock inside. Red-hot. Furiously hard.
Your mouth drops into a soundless scream, and the bed dips as he rests his weight on top of your lower half. The bulbous end of his cock swabbinâ between your pussylips and finding its way inside your tight hole, heâs fitting in just the crown of his shaft and making you squeal. âSh-shit, youâre just so big-â
âWhat was that?â Tojiâs rutting his hips against you, his cock giving you a probing thrust. âDidnât hear you darlinâ...â
âYouâre just so-â Yet another thrust. And this time you swear you can feel Tojiâs salty-sweet precum trickle out at the very back of your throatââ-big, Tojiââ
And this time, itâs loud enough for him.
Heâs tilting his head over to the silent sliding doors with an utterly arrogant look on his face, lips turned upwards priggishly. âYa hear that?â Heâs calling out to those dusty olâ elders - most certainly, not the least bit that softly teasing tone heâd use with you. âYou small-dicked motherfuckers wish you could be me.â
âTojiââ Uselessly smacking at this bicep to no avail.
But he merely keeps going- âThe only thing you can do is watch- only watch everything I do. Everything I will become.â It was like this. It was always like this - Toji had fought tooth and nail to come to where he was right now. And heâd be damned if he let some old fossils ruin his wedding night with youâthey were going to have a show. Heâs snarling down - and just as soon as youâre registering the expression, Tojiâs crashing his lips against yours in an open-mouthed kiss. âAnd right nowâŚâ
Youâre whimpering as the hand on top of your stomach comes pressing dooooooooown.
â-I think mâgonna become a dadda, hm?â
âFuck-â And itâs with a single hammering thrust that Tojiâs forcing his swollen cock past all that slight resistance. His head falls forwards, bangs obscuring part of his face- and he canât stop from heaving out a shuddering groan.Â
You swear you can see the exact moment that Toji Zenin breaks.
Because youâre clenching your syrupy wet walls âround his tip, and itâs enough to make the hulking man above you shudder. Shake. Stop your moving hips with the hand on top of your stomach.
Toji presses downââE-easy there, darlinâ.â Heâs rasping between clenched teeth, sounding for all the world as if it was taking every ounce of will in his body not to let his voice tremble. âLet yourâhaaaah, husband fuck you like you deserve, alright?â
Just as shaky as his words were aching to be, heâs compelling his hips forwards and swabbing the back of your pussy with a plap! âFuck.â
âFuh-fuck.â He echoes after you. Yet another hammering movement. âFuck, I canât stop myself.â
âSh-shiiit, how is it even possible to feel like this-â Youâre babbling out. And it seems that thatâs what Toji wanted to find out, as well.
Heâs thrusting his hips forwards again.
Shaking.
And again.
And again.
And again and again-
Soon enough, Toji was fucking you. In long, deeeeeep thrusts that bruise his split-ended tip all the way against the back of your cervixâbefore then dragging riiiiight back out till your hold was just stretched around his mushroomy cockhead. Then all the way inside again.
âT-Toooooojiââ Youâre bawling out at this point, the sheer stretch of him inside you making your cheeks drench with tears. It really just felt as if he was openinâ up every hidden spot and crevice inside you, and Toji had his pointed tip acting as the spotlight.
Pinpointing each sweet spot-
And againâŚ
Your legs start to thrash at the constant rhythmic feeling- âAh ah- no running away, madam.â Heâs scooping you up even further into his arms, âWhatâd I say? Let your husband- fuh-fuck you like you deserve, hm?â
âBut- but you already areââ You cry out.
âOh?â Heâs darting his eyes down to the thick little bulge that had started forming at your stomach - just the slightest movement of his globular tip swabbinâ inside. And out. Inside. And out. No matter how much you bent and curved, Toji was just so big that you could see him from the outside. Heâs grinning all of a sudden. âOhâŚyouâre right.â
Your eyes widen, âToji, did you just realize-â
âBut that doesnât mean mâfucking you pregnant just yetâlet me breed you, darlinâ.â
Your headâs falling into the pillows, your backâs arching, your throatâs crying out - your cunt just wasnât used to him. Which is why he was fucking you harder with no hesitation like he was trying to mold himself to your pussy.
To meld himself.
To which Toji doesnât let you last even two seconds before heâs grabbing both your limbs and wrapping them around his neck. He lets your ankles intertwine securely before bending you neatly in half until your kneecaps spank your tits.Â
You were being folded.
Straight into a-
âMating press.â Toji rasps out, his scorching hot breath tickling your face. âThis is called a mating press, darlinâ.â Almost as an example, heâs pumping his solid inches all the way inside your channel - Toji stirs your insides just a little bit in swervinâ motions so his veins slip and graaaaze down your sides. âBut you probably already knew thatânow do you know what we use it for?â
âWell, itâs toâmmpf.â But how could he expect you to answer when he was smacking the curve of his tip against your sweetest spots. Every time you were opening your mouth to try nâ form a coherent sentence, your husband was fucking that sentence right out of your throat.
And the answer was simple: he didnât want you to answer. He looks over at the shuffling shadows through the door screenâapologies, he shouldâve emphasized. He didnât want you to answer. âOi.â
Toji barks out, and you could see the elders physically flinch at being addressed.
He smirks, âHow about ya answer it fâme?â It almost makes you shy to hear your husband speaking to them while he was absolutely ruining your insides with his cock- tone breathy, hips smacking yours in an obvious background music to what you two were doing. âWhat exactly is a mating press used for?â
Thereâs a silence- and then a noise.
A slight whisper of an answer that only Tojiâs extra-honed ears, trained through years of his Heavenly Restriction, manage to pick up. Heâs nodding his head down at you, âThatâs right?â
âWhatâd they say, Toji?â
âOhâyou wanna know what they said?â Heâs cooing down at youâcute, cute, cute. Your lips were wobbling adorably whenever he grazes the rounded flare of his tip near your g-spot.
âYes-â Youâre nodding, âYes, please-â
âLouder?â
âYes, pleaseââ
Loud enough that it rings across all four corners of the heady chamber, saturated with sex. âGood girl.â And Toji snickers as he pulls your restless body once more down to his- and as if that wasnât enough, heâs craning his head down and blowing against your left ear. âA good girl thatâs gonna get fucked full of my heir soon.â
An heir.
An heir.
So that was what it was used for - not that you didnât know, or couldnât have guessed. But just hearing your husband himself utter the very words made your pupils shape into heart eyes.
Staring up at him lovingly.
Toji was pounding your cunt against the mattress as though he was furious at you- and the constant creaking noise almost made you embarrassed. It was proof that he was fucking you had and rough. That he was pinning you down with one ruthless hand and shovelling you with every inch of his thickened length, swervinâ the nerves of your g-spot. âEven they approve.â
Youâre snapped out of your dreamy little reverie, âWh-what?â
âEven they approve.â Toji cocks his head down at you with a smile, âAnd I donât give a fuck what they have to say about me- but if thereâs anything Iângh, am, itâs that Iâm a man of my word.â
âAnd soâŚ?â
But he merely glides his hand down your belly, feeling for that cute sensitive spot where Toji was rubbinâ your cervix raw. There was such an openly loving look on his face as he stared down at your body. âAnd so welcome baby Zeninââ Hyphenated with your familyâs last name.
Toji shudders as he fucks you.
To be quite honest, he didnât think that the thought of having an heir would affect him so much - he never has been one to be so hellbent on carrying the family name. Hell, heâd have been happy to take your last name.
But it was the vision of you all pregnant and plump and glowingâ
Now that could do something to a man.
And itâs sending a thrill across Tojiâs veins to see the tummy bulge he hammered into you, almost as if a little teaser for what was to come. He presses down on your stomach once more as he eases in and out, in and out. âGonna be the prettiest momma fâme, right?â Heâs grumbling out through his large canines, snarled as though he wanted to bite into that pretty lilâ throat of yours. âGonna suck Toji Zenin dry and keep all my cum inside that- ngh, pretty pussy? Sâthat what yer gonna do? Suck me dryâ?â
âY-yes-â
âLouder, darlin.â He interrupts you, âI need them to hear their madam.â
âYesââ
As a little reward, youâre getting Tojiâs fat thumb spankinâ down on your clit. He rolls the pad of it over and over that spot- âAnd the madam is gonna be the one overspilling niiiiight after night while I fuck you pregnant, right? Gonna be the one that wonât even be able to move once Iâm done with ya because youâre gonna be, mmm, too fucking full?â
âYes, please-â Your voice was barely a whisper. And Toji pinches your clit until you manage to raise your warbling tone.
âGonna be my poor baby with all that sickness, aw?â Heâs fauxing out a pout- one that makes you bite on his scarred lips. How rude. âDonât worry- Iâll massage those pretty feet of yours when the time comes, Iâll paint yer pretty nails, Iâll toy with that pussy- heh.â
âIs that evenâŚâ
âGonna be my bossy lady, arenât ya? Gonna order me around and make me get every pregnancy cravinâ ya want- as you should.â Heâs chuckling at the mere notion of it, so sweet on his brain. âGonna be asking me to fuck you all over again when those pregnancy hormones hit, huh? And thenâŚâ
âAnd then?â You eagerly ask.
He leans down to whisper - just for you, this time. Not any audience. âThen - if you want - Iâve gotta fuck you with our second kid all over again, huh?â
Your jaw drops.
But Toji continues - his hips and his fingers and his words. âAnd then a third.â He plummets his thoroughly swollen tip once more against your g-spot - so hard that it sets the crowns of your teeth on edge. âA fourth.â Another.
âShit-â
âAâŚâ Toji trails off, his dazed head raising blearily towards the sliding doors. âHow are we feelinâ about five kids, eh?â
Whatever they answer makes him smile.
âYou heard it, momma.â He gutturally moans, âMâgonna cum inside this cute cunt- fuck, mâgonna cum inside and pump you all fuuuuuull.â
Your heels attempt to find purchase on his sculptured back, and youâre kicking madly because of the sheer force of pleasure coursing through you - though, of course, to a man with Heavenly Restriction it feels like nothing but kitten punches. âT-TojiâŚâ
He smiles like he already knew what you were about to say, âYes?â
âToji, mâgonnaâŚâ
âCum, huh?â Heâs narrowing his sultry eyes down at you, âAnd do you think she deserves to cum?â
For a second there, you think heâs almost talking to you - and youâre wondering just what he was talking aboutâŚbefore the shuffling and murmurs from beyond the sliding doors catch your attention. âYouâre seriously asking themââ
âAh ah-â Toji hums, âThe council is in session.â
You couldnât believe your damn ears- and youâre getting lost in Tojiâs aggressive strokes for some time. Looooong and hard and driving your pupils into the back of your skull. Before Tojiâs hand suddenly comes slamming down atop your pussylips-
âAnd can ya guess what the council has decided for you, madam?â Toji grins from ear-to-ear, âHm?â
âI-I donâtâoh.â Heâs pinching your clit hard enough to make you see stars.
âTheyâve decided that you can cum.â
Hard enough to make you reach your high all at once.Â
Itâs shuddering through your body in waves, and you find your hips arching damn-near completely off of the bed. Toji has his cock stuffed in you deep and his fingers squeezing your clit through each throb of your high.Â
It was harder than the last one.
Mind-baffling.Â
Earth-shattering.
It was as if a warmth had flooded through your entire being, and Toji was only heating up the temperature a few notches with each probe of his cock. His flared tip swabs down the sides of your g-spot every single time - and Toji was more than happy to send your body twitching each time he did so.Â
More than happy to watch the waves of your high turn out to be splashesâ
You were squirting.
âHear thatâ?â He calls out breathlessly, above the liquidy noises emanating from between your legs. The volume of your sap clearly drenched your legs and left his cock soaked. Thoroughly soaked. âSheâs fuckingâoh, sheâsâŚâ He fucks you through your high with roughened grunts, âFuck- fuck.â
It left you salivating and unable to string together a full sentence- your arms wrapping tight around Tojiâs neck to kiss him. âWant it-â
âHmmmm?â
âWant you to cum inside me now, Toji.â Youâre begging up at him, batting your tear-stained lashes. Pulling him in even closer, âPlease?â
âCheh-â He snickers- though even through that smug demeanour, you could feel the animalistic flinch of his cockhead deep at your innards. He was unravelling as well. âIâm gonna cum in-haaah, inside you- of course mâgonna cum inside you, my wife.â
Toji funnels into you so hard that the crowned top of your head hits the headboard.
âGonna cum inside you and feel it in your womb-â Toji snarls out, his blushinâ tip starting to trickle out in something hot and gooey. âGonna give these needy walls of yours something ta really hold onto- gonna have her sucking me dry.â And you swear you could see tears glittering in his dark eyes. âGonna pump you so full that you have no option other than to- hah, overspill. But oh, donât worry, my madam, when you overspill your husband will be riiiiight here-â
You hiccup, âPlease-â
â-to fuck it right back in again.â
Itâs then that youâre really feeling the full force of Tojiâs high - because he empties out thiiiiick and miry ribbons of cum that puddle at the back of your pussy. So much of it. So much being poured out. They were just so sticky, with a salted caramel taste that you swear sizzles at the back of your throat.
Muscular back arching.
Eyes shuttering.
His heavy balls hitting your cunt with a thwack-thwack-thwack!
He digs his feet into the springy mattress and arches into you through each peak of his high, dragging his veiny cock right through it. Your velvety walls were just perfect to elongate the feeling of his airy sensation, and Toji canât help but let out husky groans as he gets lost in the feelingâfuck, he didnât even know that he could cum this much.
Trickling into you like honey.
Toji glides a hand down your front and feels for that little tummy bulge that was once there- now all bloated with his sheer white sap.
But itâs almost as if it was refusing to stop by this point, and Toji can only swat his ruby-red tip against the deepest depth of your cervix and thank her for taking it all. His eyes fluttering open and shut as he attempts to clear his damn mind.
Youâre biting down on your tongue, tears exploding behind your eyes. âSh-shit, it feels so good.â Pressing your lips to his scarred ones, so familiar now. âToji, you feel so good.â
He shivers.
âFuck, weâre gonna make a cute baby.â
BeforeâŚToji Zenin doesnât stop.
In fact, you learn that he doesnât stop - and you donât want him to - even past your second round. Your third round. Your fourth round. Your fifth round.
Toji might have had all those delicacies before him during your wedding reception, but it was here between your legs that he couldnât stop going back for seconds. Filling you again and again and again- it was by the sixth round that the bed frame had completely broken. And by the eight that heâd stopped taking you on the shattered mattress and fucked you on the polished wood of the floor.
Just two feet away from the sliding doors, your head was being pushed up and up and uuuuuup towards it. As he just kept on thumpinâ his rotund red tip into the base of your pussy until the sun started to rise.
Taking you on all fours this timeâdoggy style, with a mean headlock gripping your throat.
And the elders outside were slouched and fatigued, if their shadows were anything to go by.
And you yourself was just so sensitive-
âWhereâd you think youâre going, madamâ?â Youâre feeling Toji dragging you down into his beefy arms before you even understand his question - before you even realize that your feet had already planted on the wooden panels and had started to push off. It was as if your body couldnât decide whether you wanted to bounce up more into his ruinous length, or to bounce away for your own sanity-
He helps you make a choice - and that was by grabbing onto the column of your throat with his biceps and raising your muddled head up to his. Kissing you, âAre we sure itâs even taken, yet?â
âYesââ Youâre babbling out overâŚthe murmurs of a council that agreed immensely. They themselves were sure that their clan leader would continue until the end of time if possible. âYes, itâs taken- itâs-â
âBut are we- sure-â Each word punctuated by a thorough slash of his puckered pink tip.
He was so sensitive by this point that Toji himself was leaking his ivory sap out like no other- not enough space inside you for all of it. It froths down the middle of your cunt and creates such a gooey messââYes.â
âMmmm, well anything you say, madam.â Heâs humming out. Pussydrunk. âBut are we really-â
âToji Zenin.â
The clan leader shudders, âI love it when you do that.â He kisses you with a rather loud smack, âI love youââ
And he doesnât feel a shred of regret in the world for what heâs just confessed. Always wanted to confess.
âAlways have.â Toji swallows, looking deep into your dazed eyes. âAlways will- and I triedâoh, how I tried to get to you. But it was never enough. How I imagined holding you and loving you all these years butâŚbut I understand if you donât feel remotely the same, and if the councilâs distance b-between us has already changed your mind on-â
âToji Zenin.â He shuts up and looks down at you- only to be greeted by your smile. Head turned over your shoulder to keep staring at him. His own scarred lips turn up into a grin, green eyes twinkling. âCome here and kiss me, my husband.â
And so he wastes no time.
Murmuring into your mouth.
Pulling away for a split-second.
Raising his meaty thigh up and pressing the heel of his foot straight on top of your head- âShould we ask those damn old toads for baby names now?â
.
.
.
âToji Zenin.â
Youâd repeated, all those twenty years ago when you met him for the first time.
And for the first time, said Toji Zenin could feel his heart give a littleâŚlurch.
How strangeâhe clasps at his small chest through his yukata as he watches you leave for your mother with a final wave. How strange, indeed.
The door closes and a little boy with green eyes and a scar is left sitting in the darkness, hoping youâll visit him again.
.
.
.
The door opens.
What could buy a small apartment in Tokyo, barely the size of your closet, could buy an entire home in Hokkaido. Modest yet spacious.Â
With an arched doorway and the curious guest of vines growing down the side of the house,peeking its leafy little head inside in the presence of dim yellow light. A stone pathway zig-zagging through the foliage to lead one right inside. A roof the color of a pastel green that marked it out from the others around it. A plumage of flowers - roses and tulips and lavender - each lifted their head up at the rays of early morning sunlightâthis was why Toji had picked this place out.
It was somewhere no one would find you.
With enough space for three people.
You keep a hand on top of your growing belly and take in the scenery around you,as if a moving post card. After your wedding night, Toji had forgone what all the elders said and given you the choice on what you wanted to do in case of a real pregnancy. Taking you to the doctor to know every option in-depth. And, at the end of the day, wellâŚ
It hadnât been easy to run away from the Zenin clan - let alone burn their whole estate down. Carrying only with you your most essential belongings, your wedding dress, and enough money to last the two of you four lifetimes - but Toji still would insist on working.Â
It hadnât been easy.
But you had done it.
The both of you- you had done it.
And through your fingertips were still slightly charred from the remnants of ash and memories, you donât think youâve ever felt more free in your life-
A jingle of keys.
While you had been basking in the natural world outside, Toji had gone ahead and opened the door to your new home. Heâs staring softly at you from inside, smile crooked, large frame leaned against the door frame.
âWhat?â You ask him in slight amusement.
He shakes his head and quietly passes you the keys.
They were like any other - a set of glinting keys that had a little tag on them. It was one of those tags people attached to the schoolbags of their children (speaking of, was it too early to start looking into those now?) and at the top of its white face was writtenâyour name. First and maiden last.
And then Tojiânot Zenin.
RatherâŚ
You look up at him with glistening eyes, âYou took my last name?â
He nods, eyes slightly downturned. âI did- just before we left I handed in the paperwork.â Taking a long pause, âI apologize that Iâm no longer your Toji Zenin-â
Youâre cutting him off by throwing your arms âround his neck and pulling him in for an embrace. Toji steadies you easily, hands automatically then gliding down to your swollen stomach. âYou never need to apologize to me for not being Toji Zenin, my love.â
âI seeâŚâ Heâs clutching you even tighter, while the garden chirps around you two. Slightly choked up, âThat reminds me- we need to pick out a name for our son, too, huh?â
Ah yes- a day before you left, the doctor had confirmed that you two would be having a son. A little boy. An heir to the Zenin clan.Â
Those days, you just couldnât help but think of another little boy with the weight of being an heir on his shoulders, sitting alone in a dark room with a bleeding scar.
But now you smile, âAll in good time. Though I do have some ideas in mind.â Toji did, too, and you giggle as you think of the little notebook heâd been secretly writing down names in - one at the very top circled âMegumiâ.Â
âMhmmm.â Heâs looking at you with those eyes, green like the gardens of the Zenin Estate - but now green like the gardens of your home here. Toji looks so sereneâyou shouldâve known that your boisterous husband wouldnât let that tranquil air last too long.
His scarred lips lift up in a smirk, hand gliding across your pregnant belly. And you already know-
âTojiâŚâ
âHow about we start practicing for the second, huh?â
A/N. AWWWW I LOB HIM- feel like making a whole series for him now lowk.
I didn't expect Dopamine to get much attention at ALL so thank you all! Here is a preview for the next chapter (it will be a bit though!!)
Sukuna is dabbing a little washcloth on your brow, you're shaky and overheated from punching that bag.
Imagining Gojoâs face.
"Feel better?" He asks, chuckling a little and handing you a water.
"Actually yes," you look up into those ruby eyes that hold so much in them, lost for a moment.
Sure, Gojo cheats, but are you any better if you do it back?
Yet when Sukunaâs sooty pink lashes lower, and his hands gently fix one of your bobby pins up, you catch his wrist. He pauses, teeth glinting with his little grin.
"Practicing self defense against big ass pink haired men who touch your hair?"
You know he's joking, but you step closer, breath catching when you inhale his scent. Not that obnoxious cologne Satoru wears, it's real and male and musky.
It shoots straight to your core.
Sukuna exhales, letting you put his hand on your cheek, so big and tall over you, shadows casting across the boxing ring. "I don't want to get you involved in my mess, Sukuna."
"Maybe I don't mind a mess," you sigh, looking at his plump lips, his tattooed hand tugging you closer by the waist. "Messes are my specialty. Wanna know why?"
You swallow nervously, trembling in front of him, sweat making you shiver just a bit as the AC kicks on overhead. "Why?"
"Because, I'm damaged too, I just hide it better than you," you shut your eyes for a moment.
"I've only kissed once," he blinks a bit, frowning. "So maybe I'll suck at this."
"What now-" That's when you - Mrs. Gojo - tiptoe and kiss Ryomen Sukuna on his lips.
And that's when he drags you against him and presses your back on the ropes around the boxing ring, moaning. Hard body, hot and heavy, a thigh pressing where you've never been touched, making you whine out.
For the first time maybe ever, you feel so wanted, the way he devours you like he's waited forever. And then. You're lost in it.
Husband!Nanami who's so in love with you that he records a voice note of you calling him your husband, and plays it if he ever misses you too much at work, on a mission, anywhere and everywhere.
Husband!Nanami who starts to develop quite a...strange reaction to this pretty voice of yours - one that gets him half-hard in his pants and thinking of going back home...
Husband!Nanami who actually DOES run straight back home to push your back down on the nearest flat surface and throw your legs over his shoulders. And though you're confused about his sudden desperation, you're even more confused about the fact that he keeps begging for you to call him your husband. Again and again and again.
A/n - I was listening to the song âSheâs so highâ by Tal Bachman and it made think of this awww
He hates grocery shoppingâthe annoying crowds, the noise, the endless lists that sucks up his money. He walks around with the cart like itâs some dreadful punishment, while you dart ahead to grab snacks and candies, waving them at him with a hopeful smile. âCan we get these!â you ask excitedly, like a kid begging for a toy. He sighs, âTch, you donât even eat half the crap you pick outâ. But of course, he still tosses them in the cart. When you tug on his sleeves and make him reach for something high up the shelf, he groans about being your âpersonal ladderâ, but the look on your face when he hands it to you makes it all worth it. And every time you grab his hand and swing it while walking down the aisle, he acts put-out but doesnât pull away.
Toji is not a morning person. He wakes up with messy hair, a scratchy voice, and a scowl already set on his face. He shuffles around the kitchen making coffee, muttering curses when the machine makes too much noise, sighing when he canât find his favorite mug. You, on the other hand pop into the kitchen bright-eyed, humming and ready for the day aheadâalready halfway through telling him about some random dream you had last night. He tries to tune you out, but when you press up against his back, your arms looping around his middle, and rest your chin between his shoulder blades, he lets out a low grunt. âToo early for this, kidâ. Still, he tilts his mug so you can sip first, even if he pretends it annoys him. He usually ends up hiding his smiles in the steam.
To strangers, heâs intimidatingâtall, scarred, quiet, always scowling. People donât bother approaching him. But you, sunshiney and talkative, balance him out. You chat with cashiers, laugh with baristas, wave at neighbors on the side-walk. Toji always mutters about you being âtoo damn friendly,â but thereâs pride in the way he hovers at your side, carrying your bags, and keeping you close and silently protected. If someone gets too flirty or lingers too long, that scowl sharpens into something darker and suddenly they back off. Later, when you tease him about being protective, he just says, âDamn right. Donât want anyone thinking they can take whatâs mineâ.
Sometimes youâre too wound up, bouncing on the couch beside him while the poor man is trying to watch TV. You play with his hair, poke at his arm, and lay across his lap upside down just to get his attention. He grunts, âCanât sit still for five damn minutes?â and acts all irritated. But eventually he just plants his big hand on your stomach, holding you in place, thumb rubbing lazy circles while his eyes stay glued to the screen. When you whine about him ignoring you, he side-eyes you, lips twitching. âIf you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask, brat. Not be annoyingâ.
You love being affectionate in ways that make him roll his eyesâdoodling on his big arms with pen, kissing the corner of his frown until it breaks into a smile, sticking flowers in his hair. He always mutters âyouâre a brat,â but never pushes you away. In fact, you catch him leaving the doodles on his arm until he showers, and sometimes youâll find that same flower sitting on the counter later, tucked where youâll notice it. Heâs bad at saying sweet things, but he shows them in these quiet, almost clumsy ways that mean more than words.
You trip over your own feet or laugh too hard at your own jokes, and he shakes his head like youâre something hopeless and stupid. But the second you stumble, his hand is right there, steadying you without thinking. You babble about the smallest thingsâa funny video, a dog you saw on the street, a silly thought you had and he listens, grunting responses, pretending heâs not invested. But later, heâll repeat something back to you, proving he caught every word. It drives you crazy how his âgrumpy old manâ routine canât hide the fact that heâs completely wrapped around your finger.
Toji pretends he doesnât care about âlazy days,â but you notice he always lingers in bed with you a little longer on Sundays. He lays there with his arm thrown over his eyes, sighing every time you climb all over him at 8 am in the morning. Youâll sit on his stomach while chatting about your week, and he groans, âYou weigh a damn tonâ. But when you roll off, he immediately hooks an arm around your waist and drags you back. By the time youâre watching movies on his chest, heâs tracing absent circles on your thigh, murmuring that maybe Sundays arenât so bad after all.
He comes home grumblingâkeys thrown on the counter, shoulders heavy and tired from the long, exhausting day. Youâre already hurrying over, hugging him around the middle and sinking into the warmth of his body, and he mutters, âGive me five minutes, kidâ. But when you tug his jacket off, fussing at him to sit down while you heat up dinner, he sits there quietly, watching you move around the kitchen. He doesnât say it but having someone so eager to take care of him after a long day makes his chest ache in a good way. Later, heâll wordlessly pull you onto his lap while he eats, and feeds you from his plate, muttering, âEat with me,â as if itâs not an unspoken thank you.
You chatter while chopping vegetables, telling him a long time story, and Toji just stares at you boredly with his arms crossed, shaking his head with a sigh every time you almost nick your finger. âMove over,â he finally grunts, taking the knife and finishing the job in half the time. You pout about him âstealing your fun,â but he shoves a piece of cut cucumber into your mouth, smirking when you glare and pout at him. Sometimes you get cheeky and press up against his back while heâs focused, arms clinging around his waist, cheek smushed to his hard, broad shoulder. He sighs like youâre distracting him, but his hands slow, letting you cling.
You love climbing into his lap when heâs watching TV. At first, he complains: âCanât see the damn screen with your big ass head in the way,â But when you squirm around like a worm, adjusting yourself until youâre comfortable, his big hands land and clamp on your hips, holding you still so youâre planted firmly. You nuzzle into his warm chestâstealing all his warmth while rambling about whatever showâs on, until you realize the heavy press to something under you. He quietly grumbles, âYou always gotta move around so much?â but he doesnât let you off his lap, even as his cock thickens against you, and is throbbing with need directly under your pussy. Itâs like his cock can smell the scent of your cunt the second itâs seated on his lap. You tease that he secretly likes it, and his scowl deepens â though his hands squeeze your waist a little harder to hold you down on it.
Youâre a blanket thief, always rolling over to cocoon yourself in the sheets, and Toji curses under his breath every night. But when you fall asleep pressed against his side, drooling a little, heâs the one sneaking the blanket over you. If you get restless and start poking at him in the middle of the night, he flips you onto your stomach, muttering, âThe only way youâre gonna shut up is if I wear you outâ. The weight of his body and muscles pins you down to the mattress, the low rumble of his laugh against your ear making your shiver as he teases you and purposely rubbing his erection between the cleft of your cheeksâthe hard tent digging into your fluttering pussy, making you whimper and beg for more fiction.
Sometimes youâd drag him out for a walk in the evening, rambling about the stars or pointing out dogs on the street. He sighs, acting like heâd rather be anywhere else, but his hand never leaves yours. When you start skipping, he annoyingly sighs while dragging his palm down his face, âYouâre embarrassing me,â but his lips twitch into a faint smile when you twirl around in front of him, your hair catching the streetlights and all he sees is an Angel. And when you wrap your arms around his neck out of nowhere, pulling him down to your height, and planting a kiss to his mean frown, he mutters, âYouâre annoying,â even as his hands drop to grip your ass, and pull you closer so your bodies could be pressed together.
He dozes off on the couch, his arms folded against his chest, his brow furrowed meanly even in sleep. You tiptoe over, carefully crawling into the crook of his side, trying to be gentle and not wake him. He stirs instantly, one eye cracking open. âCanât even nap without you crawling all over me,â he grumbles like a mean old man, but his arm immediately hooks around you to keep you there so you two can nap together. Minutes later, you hear his soft snore, his grip not loosening once.
Youâre sunshine to everyoneâsmiling at waiters, joking with the guy bagging groceries and Toji acts like he doesnât care at the moment. But the second you get home, and the front door shutsâheâs crowding you against the door, both of his hands on either sides of your head to keep you caged in by his body. âYou enjoy giving your pretty smiles to every damn guy, huh?â His big hands move to dig into your hips as your laugh bubbles out. He always ends up kissing you harshly, his tongue invading your mouth and meanly dominating yours like heâs staking his claim and before you know it, heâs lifting you up and fucking you right against the door till youâre chanting, âAll yoursâ âm all yours!â.
You love riding him stupid, giggling with every bounce while his big hands comes down to squeeze your waist, trying to slow you down. âYouâre gonna split yourself in half, sweetheart,â he warns, sweat dripping down his temples and onto his jaw. But the second you whine, âFeels sooo good, Toji,â his whole body shudders. He grips tighterâtrying to take control while breathing hard, âGoddamn it, kid, youâre gonna kill me,â before slamming his cock up into you until youâre crying. He pretends to be annoyed when you act like this, but he canât hide how much it gets him off when your energy pushes him over the edge.
When you finally wear him out, his chest is sticky and slick with sweat, his cock still jerking inside you, and his hand shaky on your thigh. He groans, âYouâre sadistic. Gonna put me in an early grave, I swearâ. But then he pulls you against him, rubbing lazy circles on your back while you kiss his chest. Youâre glowing, cuddling him, telling him how good he was. He hides his little smiles in your hair, muttering, âYeah, yeah⌠youâre lucky Iâm so in love with you, sunshineâ.
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imagine pulling a prank on older bf toji where after u guys fuck u pull out one of those star stamps used for kids that says "good job!"
pls this is hilarious AND HOT
Toji was still catching his breath, his body sprawled out across the bed like heâd just finished running laps. His sculpted chest was slick and glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling under the soft light of the lamp. He looked every bit the cocky old man who knew he just blown your back out, and that proud grin said it all.
Perfect.
You quietly reached into the nightstand, hand fumbling for the little plastic tube youâve hidden earlier.
His brow twitched in confusionâusually, youâd be curled up against his warm chest, clinging to him like you always did after he fucked you stupid. âThe fuck you doing over there?â he muttered, voice low with irritation.
You turned with the biggest grin, cap already popped off. Click.
He sat up halfway, squinting at youâtrying to see what it was. âWhatâs that noiseââ
Thunk. You stamped it right on his sweaty pec, hard enough to make him grunt. When you pulled away, there it was: a bright red star, bold against all that firm muscle.
âGood job,â you said sweetly, wobbling with suppressed laughter.
The silence stretched. He looked down at the star. Then back at you. Then back at the star.
ââŚYou kidding me right now?â
You shook your head seriously while laughing. âNope. You passed!â.
The bastard barked out a laugh, husky and rough, his chest shaking under your handiwork. âOh, thatâs cute. You grading me like Iâm in kindergarten?â His fingers flexed, a big hand reaching to you and sliding up your bare thigh. âOne fucking star? Thatâs all I get?â
âMhm,â you teased, pressing your palm against his pec, squishing the star you stamped there, while clutching the stamp protectively to your chest with your other hand. âOne-star performanceâ.
His grin sharpened. âBetâ.
The next thing you knew, he had you flat on your back again, his mouth locked on your throat, kissing and sucking deep bruises while his half-hard cock forced its way back into your sloppy cuntâlike he hadnât just fucked the life out of you minutes before. Every orgasm he tore out of you after that came with a demand for proofâhis hand clamping around your wrist, dragging it down to slap the stamp against his chest himself. âThatâs two,â he grunted, breath rough against your ear. âDonât half-ass itâ.
By the third, you were crying from the overstimulation, tears streaking your face as your trembling hand smeared more stars across his pecs and collarbone. He hitched your thighs higher, folding you nearly in half so he could drive his heavy weight into every brutal slam of his hips, teeth flashing in the dark. âThree stars, kid,â he rasped, pride rough in his voice. âAlmost an honor roll studentâ.
By the fourth, even he was breathless, fresh sweat dripping down his temples where dark strands of hair clung to his skin. Still, he had the nerve to rasp, âStamp it. Go on. Daddy worked hard for that oneâ. Your hand shook so badly you nearly fumbled the stamp, weakly pressing it against his slick skin as your body quivered beneath him.
By the fifth, your hand was shaking so badly the star came out crooked, smeared halfway across his hardened nipple. He glanced down at himselfâchest littered with red stamps like some deranged report cardâand he actually lost it, a sharp snort breaking through his grin.
âFive fucking stars,â he wheezed, still buried deep as he hauled you tight against his chest to hug you. His laugh was rough, half-breathless as he nuzzled into your hair. âLook at me⌠Iâm a goddamn gold star studentâ.
You were laughing too hard to catch your breath, even with your body wrecked and trembling, and your mind all fucked out, your bury your face against his broad shoulder. Still, you sloppily managed to lift the stamp and press it to his chest one more timeâout of pure spite.
âSix,â you whispered while biting your lips. âExtra creditâ.
He groaned and rolled you over, settling you on top of himâonly to rise effortlessly, his big hands locked around your waist as he stood up on the floor with you still speared on his cock. His massive chestâ littered with smeared red stars, flexed as he laughed, already furiously bouncing you up and down like you weighed nothing. You clutched desperately at his thick neck, whining as his cockhead struck your g-spot with every drop. âYeah?â he rasped between laughs. âThen letâs see how many fucking stickers I can rack up before you tap outâ.
hhh thinkin about choking simon while youâre riding him. his eyes are blown wide open, his face flushed with oversensitivity. he bucks his hips up every time you bounce, his moans slipping past his gritted teeth like a murmured grunt.
âfuck, baby,â you keen, your voice a hissed lilt. âso thick âround me.â
âshit,â simon rasps, going cross-eyed at how good everything feelsâthe warm press of your walls around him, your hand tight around his neck. itâs not that your grip is even strong, but the constant pressure of your hold grounds him; it fills him up with razing euphoria.
he adores having you this way, all dominant and in control of him; all snarled grin and teasing mewls. heâs putty in your hand, all for you to use, and simon is dizzy at the thought of it.
you giggle, tapping at his lips. âopen wide, baby.â
simon breathes in sharply, his nose flaring in his excitement. he follows your command with obedience, his tongue lolling out slightly because he knows what will come next.
you lean forward just enough that your nose brushes against him before spitting in his mouth, and simon groans, throbbing with desire.
you watch him swallow it down with a fevered smile, your cheeks round in your own drunken happiness.
âgood boy,â you trill, leaving open-mouth kisses along his jaw.
using your sweet boyfriend as your little personal dildo :( he insists he can take it, cumming so many times he's lost track. he lies back, one hand steadily kneading the flesh of your ass, while another shaky hand sheepishly covers his burning face. he's whining, each slam of your hips against his pulling a differently pitched noise from his scratchy throat. he's spent, glistening in sweat, but this sweet, sinful overstimulation is just what he's craved for so long.
you rest your hands on his broad chest, rocking and rolling your sweet cunt over his cock, countless rounds of his cum plugging up your cute little womb. you pry his hand from his face, lacing it with your own instead, and the look he's got on his face right now, is worth every pang of exhaustion.
he's blushing so hard, strands of his hair plastered to his forehead, soaked with sweat. tears tease their way out of the corners of his glassy eyes, going unfocused at the unbelievable pleasure he's getting right now. he's shaking, poor thing, but he wouldn't let you stop until he's totally sure you're finished and satisfied.
"so good... so fuckin' good, mmhm," he slurs out.
he can't even look at you, he knows he'll just end up cumming again. he can't help but praise you, he's so obsessed with the way you're taking him nonstop. he feels the sweet press back when he hits your cervix every other thrust, when he messily and slowly meets you halfway. goosebumps start covering his body, he's so slick with sweat and stimulation that it's kicking his body into overdrive.
and the way you're taking him, tits bouncing, cunt fluttering, he swears he's seeing stars as he cums again, back arching off the bed as he clenches his jaw, filling you up with one more weak spurt of his seed.
âI have never touched abs in my life,â you slurred, getting a whoop of laughter especially from Johnny. âIts like a d-dream for me.â
âTo touch abs?â Simon leaned, sitting next to you. He hasn't been drinking much unlike Johnny who was shit faced and Price whose cheeks were getting warmer.
Mother hen would probably drive you home as always.
Maybe tuck you in bed and give you a forehead kissie as Kyle liked to snickerâyou told him to fuck off, not blushing at all! Although there were memory of Simon kneeling and removing your shoes off while you anticipated when it was time to get sick. Even getting hair off your face as he said something that you only heard with an underwater distortion.
âYep.â you grinned, turning totally towards him.
Simon nodded, then he took your hand by wrist and pushed your limp palm up with his one thumb wiping along. Your dopey smile beaming in his attention.
He pulled his clinging tshirt up a little to let your hand slip inside.
âWoah, get a room, get a room.â Someone jittered but it had faded distinctly.
Your smile started to hurt your cheeks, breath huddling inside like train on a bridge as his skin heated under your touch.
Fingers tracing upon the tight stretch of skin across his muscles. âDream coming true?â he said, half groan, half whisper.
âYeah...â
âHuh.â he leaned back a little, giving you full access and so you marveled.
Your palm pressed flat against his abs. Heat pulling at your navel with tug at your bones that shivered you inside and out. There was a rush at your heart and churning of guts, something tightened inside you as his abs flexed under a flicker of your thumb.
Simon exhaled. He placed his hand over the mold of yours visible from the thin fabric, âShall I drop you home, late innit?â
You felt his fingers pushing in between the gaps between yours, hand pressed even harder at his ribs buried deep in there.
âYou're right...so late.â
You swore Kyle was smirking when Simon picked your purse from the table.
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told him iâm good on the weiner, i need a eat-er !!
ee-er, monaleo ft sauce walka sub eater!choso x reader
choso kamo knows itâs wrong - jerking himself off while burying his face in your worn panties, but it feels so right. they just smell so good, so much like you, that he canât help it.
so when you walk in, heâs stood there - upright and awkward, clearly caught in the act of something you donât know yet, and eyes focused anywhere but yours.
he notices straight away - you're not wearing a bra. he can tell by the perk of your nipples against that practically transparent, low cut tank top youâre sporting, tits bouncing slightly with each step.
and as if the former wasnât enough, you're wearing those shorts, the spandex ones that cling skin tight to your ass, and show enough cheek at the bottom when you bend over to turn his dick rock solid in seconds.
âcho, baby, you okay?â you ask cluelessly, plush lips glossed and ever so slightly pouted.
god, you must be trying to kill him.
you walk closer to and place two hands on him, splayed gently across his face. gentle but firm. finally, he looks up at you, and he's flushed. red. most definitely guilty.
all it takes is one look and you know, because he is truthfully, a pathetic man. pathetically in love with you, pathetically obsessed with you and pathetically attatched to you.
then, he stutters over every word he metaphysically can before he manages to splutter out a barely intelligable sentence. he tries to apologise. explain that he just didnât want to bother you - the whole lot.
you let out a light sigh, sitting down on the bed as you see the offending pair of panties.
âchoso. you were sniffing my panties? really?â you say sternly.
â âm sorry. really sorry. â he says, then like clockwork, he drops to his knees in front of you, rubbing the softness of his cheek against your inner thigh.
heâs knelt infront of you, in all his shame, like a kicked puppy you think. you canât even find it in you to be upset at him anymore.
â yeah? you gonna show me how sorry you are, cho?â you say with a light chuckle, fingers lightly rustling his hair.
âmhm, i promise i can make it up to you if you let me.â
then just like that, heâs pulling down your panties. youâre already wet at the centre, because seeing choso all desperate, pathetic and helpless makes you tick, and he knows it.
âi wanted to be a - fuck- good boy for you, but i just, yâknow, couldnât help it.â he says, letting out muffled words in between licks of your soaked cunt.
his face is pressed into your folds like heâs trying to permanently suction himself to you, and it feels way too good. his tounge writhes in and out of your hole relentlessly, slurping up your slick.
he keeps at it - lapping up pools of hot, sticky wetness from in between you with that tounge of his that apparently doesnât know how to do anything other than apologise and hit all the right spots inside your pussy. but now his fingers are toying with your digits, firmly rubbing circles that make your stomach tingle, into your you clit.
âf-fuck, cho!! too much!â you gasp.
evidently, he knows just how to make it up to you every time with that mouth of his, because all you can think about right now is the wave of pleasure washing over you, and that feeling sparking in your body.
he knows your body so well that you donât even have to tell him youâre climaxing, because he can tell. he follows through, gripping onto the bottoms of your thighs as your body tenses and your moans become more desperate. your thighs squeze around his head as you release, and his mouth is still working away at your lips.
when he pulls away, heâs covered in your goodness; face glistening with your juices and content.
âforgive me now?â he huffs out.
â i donât know. you might have to eat me out a couple of more times. just so i can be sure, of course.â
âalso,â you say, looking down.
âdid you⌠cum in your pants from eating me out?â
ik know im an adult but i think ill only ever be truly grown up when i can write smut w/o feeling like im committing a crime ngl
hashtag embrace the cringe (of writing smut) it frees youđđž
white people discovering the clankers meme and enacting racist(mainly antiblack) fantasies onto a fictional race and doing it gleefully because they can somewhat get away with it is disturbing.
it goes from an edgy joke to just straight up punching down/racism
loser!choso who was well known for being an absolute simp for you â walking around covered in hickies, avoiding every girl who tried to talk to him, always following you around like a puppy â he worshipped you like you were a god, and you were the only being he would so willingly follow.
loser!choso who is so awkward and quiet around you â stammering every time he talks, words tumbling out uncontrollably until he just shuts up and sits there like a flustered mess. he gets so shy and embarrassed when you flirt with him that itâs almost pathetic seeing how hard heâs trying to hide that obvious tent in his pants.
loser!choso who obliges with all your requests, too down bad to say no to anything you demand from him. he would get on his knees the moment you speak to him, would obediently sit if you told him to, would lay flat on his back without resisting when you straddle him, and would turning into a whimpering mess under you as you rode him.
loser!choso who moans way too loud, letting out whiny, breathless sounds that make him sound so desperate. heâs so pathetic that heâll beg you not to stop touching him even when heâs overstimulated. âhow pathetic, cho. look at you falling apart like this.â you would tease, bouncing on him effortlessly while every drag of his cock against your gummy walls sent his consciousness to another dimension.
loser!choso whose face turns red when you call him a âgood boyâ or when you tell him how âpatheticâ he looks when heâs all needy and desperate for you. whether itâs praise or degradation, they both ruin him in the same ways and he canât get enough of it â mainly because itâs from you. he tends to bury his face in your neck or chest during sex because heâs just too shy to look at you in the eye.
loser!choso who has to be told what to do. his hands would hover like he wants to grab you, but would be too shy to. he would be hesitant to go any faster or harder even when you tell him to because he doesnât want to hurt you, always asking, âyou sure? what if iââ he would stammer. âjust fuck me harder already, cho.â and you didnât need to tell him twice before he was rutting into you like an animal in heat.
loser!choso who cums too quickly and apologises way too many times but gets hard again just as fast because he canât not want you. the next thing you know is that heâs dicking you down so good that it has you clawing his back â leaving scratches, and maybe even drawing blood. the way his tip kisses your cervix with every rough slam of his hips has you screaming his name loud enough to announce to the whole world that the biggest loser they knew was a winner when it came to fucking you this good in bed.
loser!choso who is a natural when it comes to aftercare. you donât need to tell him to do anything this time, because he already has a warm towel ready to clean up the mess you both made, showering you with kisses and love, making sure you were okay after a rough session. he was just the sweetest, most pathetic boyfriend ever and you could never ever get enough of (teasing) him.
facesitti- oh, history study lessons with nerd!reader and athlete!sukuna
warnings: mdni: fem!receiving oral
âif you donât pass this examâŚâ your voice wavers, just a bit. âyouâre off the football team, âkuna.â
your thighs tremble on either side of sukunaâs tattooed face, one hand fisting in his pink-hued hair like itâs the only thing keeping you upright. the other gripping on to his history textbook. the answers for tomorrowâs test staring back at you.
you want to fight it â not really. but, you know you should because this is important and youâre the responsible one!!! but his mouth is already wet from your slick and you canât really see because of how fogged up your glasses are.
âi know that,â he growls, eyes narrowed, lips brushing against your folds. âso, let me study.â
âsitting on your face isnât going to help you s-stud â fuck.â
you groan â his tongue drags a long, slow stripe along your pussy.
âit is,â his thick arms wrapping around your thighs, slightly, pushing you even closer to his plump lips. his tongue flicking against your clit so lightly, you donât realize youâre rolling your hips against his face in response. âmaking you cum means iâm focused.â
you roll your eyes, ready to argue â but then he spits on your cunt and sucks your clit into his mouth like itâs the only thing heâs hungry for. your thighs tightening around his head, the textbook slipping from your grasp. you scramble to keep it upright.
âread,â he mutters, voice muffled. âyou know i have to pass.â he pulls back just a bit and you shiver at the sight of your juices on his face.
âand donât drop the fucking book on my head, brat.â
âmaybe youâll get all the answers the- sukuna!â
his tongue dips into your hole, curling, dragging back out â cutting you off completely. you clench around his tongue, your hips rocking forward instinctively. chasing the friction.
he chuckles. you groan.
âwhat is the first question, smartass?â he smirks, kissing the inside of your thigh â soft and slow. his fingers digging into you hard, your hips twitching.
your fingers shake as you try to remember how to read â the textbook feeling like cement from how heavy it is in your hands.
ân- name the policâ fuck..â eyes squeezed shut, jaw slack â no sound coming out. just sukunaâs tongue finding its way back, lazily gliding through your folds.
your hips roll in slow, desperate circles. grinding against his face. his tongue speeding up just a bit. chasing after that pressure. wanting, needing more. your orgasm is coiling hot and fast in your gut.
youâre still trying to keep the textbook steady.
slap!
your thigh stings from his hand just met it. his tongue gliding sweetly through your folds â a stark contrast.
cheeks hot, eyes narrowed. âwhich made it illegal f-for any foreigners to enter jap-?â
âsakoku,â he growls into your pussy â his mouth immediately latching back onto your clit, tongue flicking hard and fast.
slurping from sukuna, intelligible strings of words from you, and the thud from the textbook hitting his pillow (just shy from his head) are the only sounds that could be heard.
your (now) free hand reaches for the headboard. soft whimpers slipping from your lips.
he tightens his grip on your thighs, fingers heavy and hot. and he grinds your cunt down onto his mouth. his nose grazing your clit the perfect amount.
your legs quiver, your pussy throbs, and suddenly, all that tension snaps like a rubber band.
âc-c-correct,â you pant, completely wrecked. youâre trying not to fall over. your orgasm rocking through you like how sukuna tackles players on the field â hard, hot, and angry.
âsee?â he murmurs, âyour pussy is a good teacher.â lips barely ghosting your folds. and all you could do is moan.
and then he goes right back in â groaning into you, eating through your spasms, tongue still working like heâs trying to pull another one out of you.
youâre a twitching mess â babbling and drooling. the answers for the test are long gone from your mind.
then he pulls back with a wet pop, spit and slick all over his chin and nose. smug grin on his face, all confident.
ânext question, nerd,â he groans, voice muffled by your pussy as he pulls you back down. âyouâre supposed to be helping me pass.â
thank you @lily-bisque for reading my first draft, ily!
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Thinking about your perverted, creepy neighbour KĂśnig on a boiling summers day. âď¸đŚ
You look perfect, wearing a skimpy white floral dress to cover up the tiny, polka dot bikini youâre wearing, your curves on show for him to admire. He has an excuse to be outside in his backyard all day, watching you while trying his damn hardest not to burn his pale, ginger skin. Now is his opportunity to invite you over for a barbecue, to get a little closer to you.
The whole time he couldnât peel his eyes off of you, watching as you flipped a sausage, the way your soft lips wrapped around it so tightly, wishing it was his fat cock instead. He watched you like a hawk while you were laying back, the sun in your hair, how easily he could untie your string bikini and have you his way. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom, palming over his clothed boner to the thought of taking you in that swimwear. So revealing. Your skin smooth and soft, so plump and plush, contrasting with his scarred, calloused, and imperfect skin.
He watched your tongue drag up an ice cream cone, the icy smooth flavoured cream running down your lips, his perverted head leaving him unable to control his laborious breathing. At least he had an excuse for being an out of breath, sweating, and flushed mess.
And when you asked if he could rub sunscreen on your back, he almost came right in his boxers, nodding his head a little too eagerly that you started to feel suspicious of his intentions . He squirted the cool, white cream into his large hands, slowly and gently massaging it into your shoulders, rough fingers working out the knots in your shoulder blades and trailing down your waist, with his leg jerking and bouncing as he worked it down to the small of your back. Fuck, the things you do to him, Mouse.
That night, he jerked his cock until it raw, his fingers gripping it so tightly it almost turned purple, trying to mimic what your tight cunt would feel like around his shaft.
toji grits his teeth in frustration and mild awe. one of his hands rise to grip your nape, pulling you down to his chest as if he needs the leverage. your thighs tremble where they straddle his hips, walls clenching in those slick, fluttering spasms that spell another orgasm. and stillâstillâyouâre laughing. crazy brat.
âthat what it feels like? being old?â you jeer. his nostrils flare. heâs lasted longer than most men stay conscious, but you? still bouncing up and down on his dick like your pussyâs hellbent on draining every drop. and itâs workingâthighs gone numb, balls tight with the threat of release. close. he knows it. so do you.
âfuckinââlittle brat,â toji growls, throat raw. âbeen tryinâa make me tap out?â
your voice, sugar-sweet and soaked in malice.
âwasnât trying. almost did.â
thatâs when toji snaps. he drives his heels into the mattress and thrusts up with so much force it wrenches a squeal from your throatâthen manhandles you onto your back in one brutal sweep. pins both your wrists above your head and starts fucking you in earnest. your body gives out before your pride does. another orgasm rips through you, walls seizing around him so tight it makes his vision go white for a second. toji finishes with a snarl, cock buried to the hilt, stays there. twitching away the residual spasms. catching his breath.
only once heâs sure youâre out cold does he ease back. slow withdrawal. cum drips thick down your thighs. he watches it for a beat, then cracks his neck, wipes the sweat off his brow.
even on the verge of death, toji fushiguro would rather bite off his tongue than admit he almost got out-fucked by his girl.
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