🤍 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖍 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑 🤍

Still, all of this hastened touring didn’t feel very relaxing. You’d come on this trip to wind down after such a busy time of work and yet you and your lively pair of friends had done no relaxation at all. Even trying to get some sun in on Emerald beach you were surrounded by screaming children at the packed location. And so, after a discussion with the girls, you’d all agreed to round off the vacation with a visit to some of the more rural of the Ryukyu islands.

Grabbing the holiday magazine from out of the back of the seat in front of you, you flicked the pages until you found the one advertising your destination: Miyako island. The spread depicted a sandy white beach bordering a calm turquoise sea that sat beneath a bright, cloudless sky.

You re-read the blurb, half in your head and half whispered.

“Several beaches on the island rank among the top in Japan, if not the most beautiful in all the far east. With shores surrounded by crystal waters that transition from emerald green to navy blue in a vivid gradience, you can be sure to enjoy an array of superb views.”

Satisfied with the reminder of what you had to look forward to, you reclined the best you could back into your uncomfy seat, happy in the knowledge you’d be reaching Miyako island relatively soon.

***

After touching down at the Airport on the adjacent Shimoji island, you and the girls rented out a minivan. You loaded your luggage and set off on the sandy sun bleached roads, crossing over both verdant farmlands and marshy expanses of sand dotted by boulders deposited by previous tsunamis. Crossing the Irabu bridge to reach the connected Miyako island was a slightly nerve-wracking affair, the long thin platform the only thing between the floor of the van and the depths of the ocean.

You’d chartered the north-western area of the island as the final destination at the end of this particular voyage, the guest house you’d booked in for located around there. This guest house in particular was close by to one of the more famed, picturesque beaches on the island, Sunayama Beach.

***

After depositing your luggage at your accommodation, you were dressed in a brightly coloured bikini covered by a light cardigan-style kimono and ready to depart for the iconic cove as soon as possible, the location calling out to you after the images you had seen in the travel guide.

You had to practically drag Nobara, still leisurely trying to apply makeup to her face, out of the doorway. Maki, ever composed and organised; was already lounging across the back seat of the minivan with the ac blowing over her, having already packed both her own and the whole group’s beach paraphernalia.

Your arrival at Sunayama beach was distinguished by the feeling of a salty breeze brushing against your face as soon as you threw open the sliding doors, planting your feet in warm, white sand. You followed the stretch of the milky coloured plain till your eyes met with the sight of sparkling turquoise waves glittering underneath the strong sunlight emitted from a cloudless blue sky, the horizon line pierced by alabaster rock formations stippled in verdant foliage.

“You coming in or what, (Y/N)?!” Maki beamed at you, outpacing Nobara in a sprint to the waterfront.

You snapped out of your daze and soon joined your two friends in the gentle waves.

***

You’d been in the water for awhile now, hanging off of the edge of Nobara’s lilo with Maki, the pair of you splashing water at each other’s faces, much to Nobara’s dismay.

You were struck from your girlish giggling, squeaking in terror when you felt something grabbing at your foot. Quick to react to it, Maki had flung a foot in the direction of the offender and sent it fleeing. Whatever it was, the force of its propulsion and size of it’s retreating shadow told you it was huge. 

Whistling at the sight, Maki turned to look at you and Nobara, wearing a slightly uneasy expression. 

“I think we should head back to the shore.”

The two of you gulped and nodded in response.

After cautiously treading water until you were safely back on land, feeling a little exposed, your friends began toying with the notion you just had all just had a close encounter with a shark.

“Well, do you know any fish around here that are that big?!” Nobara exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.

“You guys are gonna think I’m crazy for this, but..” You swallowed your pride for the next bit- “I swear whatever it was, grabbed my ankle.. Like.. with a hand.”

Nobara burst out laughing. “What? You think we got cursed spirits living in the sea now?”

You turned away from her, face red in embarrassment. Before you could retort with the idea that, yes, that is probably possible, a sharp pain in your ankle caused you to look down at a wound that you had received fighting curses months ago now, finding it had opened up once again, an uncomfortable amount of blood leaking from it. You ran your hand over it, activating your innate technique, a reversed technique that could heal injuries. The wound closed, but the blood that had already pooled from it remained.

“Hey, (Y/N) were you bleeding just now?” Maki had clearly just seen you use your technique and was currently blinking at the scarlet fluid running down your skin.

“Y-yeah, I guess. It’s that scar I got around Christmas time, when we were fighting that grade 1. It’s opened up again”

“Yeah, I remember now. Good thing you have your technique or you’d be missing a foot right about now, you lucky thing.”

“Tell me about it.” You sighed.

It was now that Nobara brought herself back into view. 

“Hey, if your blood attracted it, maybe it was a shark! It could have smelt the blood! It was that leg it bumped against, right?”

You weren’t gonna lie, the thought of a shark, the apex predator of the vast oceans, drawn to you by the smell of what was probably the shark’s standards, the blood of it’s next meal, had left you feeling a little unnerved. 

Though you had been so excited to visit the charming cove, on such a beautiful day too, the encounter had left you a little too wary to re-enter the water that day. Nobara and Maki reluctantly also agreed the thought of sharks roaming so close to the shore was very off-putting, and so the three of you decided it best to perhaps explore some more in-land locations for the rest of the day, giving the sealife a chance to relocate as the night passed.

***

That evening, you had trouble sleeping. Not only was the sound of the ac bothering you, but you also kept mulling on how despite your excitement to experience the beach, you weren’t making the most of it at all due to being frightened by something that might not have even been dangerous to begin with, Nobara and Maki scaring you into thinking that you’d been moments away from having your leg took off by a shark.

If it was that dangerous, it would have attacked for real, right?

You could tell dawn was soon to arrive, the twilight outside causing pink light to flood into the space of your small resort room, washing the largely wooden furnishings in warm undertones.

You shot up from your bed, looking over to Nobara sprawled out in a death-like slumber on hers, and then at Maki, who was snoring as she rocked in her hammock. They were deep in sleep, and would probably remain so for a lot longer considering the busy day they had previously.

The three of you had been together for the entirety of the vacation, surely you deserved some time alone? This would be the perfect time to explore the coast yourself (albeit within close vicinity to the residence), perhaps even being able to see the sunrise emerge over the horizon.

And so, you set out. It was so early, dawn had still barely broken. The sky above was a dark navy that ran into a paler, washed out blue as it descended, before dissolving into the pink and orange hues you recognised from your room earlier, signifying the presence of the sun rising just below the horizon. The land beneath was still pretty dark, only for the shadows swaying underneath the otherwise tropical palm trees. The sea, however, seemed to glow. It shimmered underneath what paucity of light it could catch, reflecting the image of the sky like a mirror, though it’s contortions made the light dazzle even more, as if it were some mystical fae interpretation of reality.

You almost caught yourself whistling in awe at the sublime scene before you, when something in the surf caught your eye. 

From the distance you were standing several metres away, a tan coloured lump lay half buried in the sand, the shallow tide baptising its edges. You couldn’t tell if it was the pinkish hues in the sky dyeing some boulder you hadn’t noticed yesterday such rosey colours, but the more you tried to peer at it you realised whatever it was was shiny- smooth, even. All you knew was that boulders didn’t reflect light like that, a bright glint almost offensively invading your sight. Drawing closer, in curiosity- you reasoned boulders don’t pulsate as if breathing, either.

Your pace grew more hurried, with the reasoning that the strange mass could be an injured animal, your instincts as a healer kicking in.

But, as you drew closer, you realised whatever it was was much bigger than you previously thought. It looked like a huge, curled up fish. A large, sandy coloured tail with almost pinkish undertones was drawn up, covering the creature's upper body, it’s forked tail fin flicking about rapidly. Approaching even closer, cautious, you noticed deep, red wounds chasing up the length of its tail, onto it’s main body, which tapered in bulk- revealing a human male’s torso, and arms- arms and hands that ended in sharp claws weakly trying to clutch at drastic injuries.

For all you had seen in your line of work, the sight was shocking enough; but you gasped audibly when your eyes met with the creatures. It’s face was human enough, with human coloured skin stretching over it. It even had pink hair sprouting from the top of it’s head; and eyes, and ears, and a nose and a mouth. But the whites of its eyes were a pale yellow, with black sit pupils and amber irises, a translucent eyelid flickering over it sporadically. It’s ears were webbed, and pointed. And it’s mouth was most terrifyingly, filled with almost too big to fit, serrated fangs.

“F-fast boat.. H-hurt..” A deep, but pained sounding voice resounded.

Shockingly, the creature had begun to speak, through laboured breaths. Shaking off your surprise, you took in what the creature said in a delayed reaction. Looking back over his injuries, you were beginning to understand. Deep gashes laddered over the length of hisbody in a spiral pattern, chunks of flesh entirely cleaved- he had been caught by a boat propeller.

“You poor thing-” Reaching a palm closer to his body, he flinched.

“Oh, right. It makes sense you’d be scared right?” The creature blinked up at you in confusion.

“Um.. you don’t have to be scared, okay? I can help you! See, I’m a sorcerer.. The kind that can heal injuries!” - You tried to flash a grin at the creature in reassurance, though he still seemed pretty spooked.

Maybe you were being a bit too wordy.. Though surprising he knew any japanese at all, you doubted he knew a lot, with his broken speech earlier as well as the fact that he was, well.. A sea creature.

Exhaling, you tried to enunciate the words more slowly. “I can help you.”

“H-help?” The creature seemed like he was testing the words, almost. “Yes, yes! Help! Help!”

Taking that as an invitation, you moved to place your hands over the wounds- this being how you activatde your reversed technique- when the creature flinched again, eyeing you carefully. 

“You just need to trust me, okay? I’m gonna help you, I promise.” You tried to smile at the him as warmly as you could. He seemed to ponder what you had said, the winces of pain marking his face eventually causing him to throw caution out of the window.

“Okay, help. P-promise.” He seemed to struggle speaking through his oversized teeth.

Either way, you reached once again over to the creature's wounds, slow still, not wanting to scare him. He wriggled and hissed when you placed your palms over his gouged out wounds, though when you activated your cursed technique, he stopped. You knew from your own experiences that the feeling of your technique doing it’s job was a soothing feeling, never painful. The creature was looking over your hands, eyes blown wide in amazement.

“Feels good! Magic!”

He didn’t look scared anymore, which was great. In fact, he even looked excited. Rolling your hands over his torn up flesh, the injuries began to slowly disappear, fading into whole patches of tissue, though slightly discoloured from the rest of histhe body.

“Sea witch!” The creature exclaimed, enthusiastically.

“If that’s easier for you, I guess.” You just smiled at him sheepishly.

***

Day began to break by the time the worst of the creature's injuries had been healed. The bleeding had stopped, though it was obvious the skin there was the site of a deep wound at some point in time. You’d always have trouble healing anything that intense, especially with the wound spread out across such a long length of body. You knew the creature was big, of course- but now with the healing of his wounds you’d guessed he was now more comfortable to unfurl from the defensive position he had curled up into, stretching out to reveal a full length of around 9 metres from head to tail-tip, at your best estimate.

“Fixed.” Stated the creature. You nodded at him, tired from the amount of energy you’d expended from your healing attempts (not to mention the fact you hadn’t slept all night thus far).

“You’re welcome.”

“Grandpa said the land people are bad, but you are a good one.”

“Grandpa? Your voice went up in pitch, surprised there could be more like him out there. “You have a grandpa?”

“One time. Now it’s Yuuji, on own.” He pointed a claw tipped finger at himself, a morose look about his face.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Not really knowing how to continue after the revelation, you clicked mentally onto another part of what he had just said. “So.. did you just say your name was Yuuji?”

He chirped happily in response, as if he found validation in being referred to by his name.

“Yuuji!”

“Well, my name is (Y/N). Nice to meet you, Yuuji”

“(Y/N)! Like that word, it’s a good one.”

You smiled at his disjointed speech. You pondered just how much interaction he got with others, if its true he’s been on his own since his grandpa left. Either way, he seemed to be enjoying himself talking with you. 

“I like your name too, Yuuji.”

He seemed to blush at that.

“You did a goodness to me, fix my skin.” He gestured down at his freshly healed rump. “I get a gift for you, from home.” He pointed over to the sea. Though at this point, you’d realised, he’d been stuck on the shore this whole time, the tide having drained out and leaving him beached. Wondering why he’d just leave himself out of the water, you questioned him.

“How come you came onto land, instead of staying in the sea, Yuuji?”

“Fast boat hurt, lots of blood. Enemies smell, they come to attack me. No land people here, dark in the sky. So I stay. Safer.”

Ah, you supposed that made sense. 

“Want to go back now though.” He turned his head to look back to the ocean, appearing wistful.

You watched Yuuji strain and keen as he began wriggling his way back into the waves, clearly a difficult task. You thought about stepping in, but he was obviously too heavy for you to be of any help. He’d probably end up accidentally smacking you with that big tail of his anyways. So you followed him back into the sea, cheering when he eventually made his way back into water deep enough for him to swim in, after great effort. 

“Want to show (Y/N), home.” He extended his arm out to you, in the direction of where you stood waist deep in the sea.

You shook your head. “No, Yuuji, I don’t have gills like you. I can’t breathe under the water.”

“Yes, knows this, land people stay on land. But I’ll show you. Safe, promise.”

You were still apprehensive, but curious. You weren’t sure what it was, but despite your fright, you trusted this strange fishman. “If you’re sure..”

“Good!”

You yelped, unprepared for the suddenness of Yuuji shooting forward with great speed, seizing your forearm and dragging you into the depths with him.

***

Taken by surprise, you barely even had enough time to suck in a final gasp of air before you were yanked under the foamy surf. Holding your breath, it took a few moments of shocked bracing before you even decided to open your eyes. Yuuji was an incredibly fast swimmer, which you supposed made sense with that huge powerful tail of his. Pulling you along with a firm grip on your arm, all you could see was blurred masses of various shades of blue morphing quickly in and out of your vision.

Everything was happening so fast, panic of what Yuuji was intending to do with you beginning to set in. Your eyes were stinging from the salt water, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold your breath for, throat starting to burn.

You were abruptly ripped from this panic taking hold, when you felt your head rear up out of the water and into open air. 

Sweet, sweet oxygen filled your lungs, and almost as quickly a million different words of beration targeted at Yuuji for almost giving you a heart attack flooded your mind. But you stopped in your tracks, awe struck. 

You’d opened your eyes, only for them to be presented with a beautiful sight. You were in an underwater air pocket, a cave with smooth, almost black-slate walls. These walls reflected blue light from the pool of crystal water you had emerged from, the image of rippling currents dancing across the interior. Not only was the light refracting from within the water itself, but a faint glow was emanating from bioluminescent algae scattered across the cave walls like small clusters of constellations in the night sky.

“Yuuji, this is.. gorgeous!.” you almost gasped.

He shot you back a wide, toothy grin.

“Safe! Told you!” He replied, pridefully.

You pulled away from yuuji to drag yourself up onto a ledge attached to the wall of the cave, low enough that shallow water lapped up over it, creating a small platform of solid ground submerged at the depth of a kid’s pool. It was big enough to fit both you and Yuuji, who was now hauling himself up to sit at the edge with you. 

You were admiring the scene around you, when Yuuji’s words yanked you out of your haze.

“(Y/N).. smells good for land person. Remember it from the sun before, but got too close.. Other person hit me.”

“Oh.. Oh! That was you Yuuji?” You giggled slightly. “That was my friend Maki that hit you, she was just trying to look after me, we didnt know it was you, so you could have been something dangerous.”

“Mean.. I went to (Y/N) because she smelt like mate.”

“Huh?” You stopped in your tracks slightly, though Yuuji seemed unfazed.

“(Y/N) smell strong, good smell. Smell that mates make. That’s why I go to (Y/N) before.”

“L-like a mate?” You stuttered through a blush, unsure if he was truly saying what you thought he was saying, or if his weak Japanese was causing a miscommunication. 

“Yeah, I think.” He blinked at you, as if confused by your exasperation. “There was no one else here like me or grandpa, and he went away. But (Y/N)’s smell makes waves go in stomach.” 

You gawked at him in stunned silence, when he brought watery, webbed hand to your leg, tracing it over your thigh. “Want to breed with (Y/N), fill her up.”

What? Does he mean to say.. That he wants to fuck? Your mind was racing a million miles a minute. At this point, it was certain what he was asking for. Still, not only had you met him only a few hours ago.. But he was an entirely different species to you! How the hell would sex with a fishman even work?! 

“B-but.. Is that even possible? I’m a human, and you- well you’re-” You were babbling at him now, flustered, since it wasn’t like you were entirely opposed to the idea. Yet, were you some sick pervert for wanting to sleep with a sea creature? Was it even safe?

Letting you continue to stumble over your words, you watched as Yuuji began palming at a bulge that had risen below his belly button. Your mouth froze agape when his fingers sunk into what seemed to be a pocket of skin, and pulled out a pair of enormous cocks, coral in colour and similar to a human’s yet slimmer at the tip, where their colour grew paler, into a pearly white. They were coated in a dewy sheen, perhaps signalling his excitement.

“It hurts here when I smell (Y/N), think they fit with her parts, yes?”

“I guess so, yeah..” You felt ashamed of yourself, but the sight of his genitals had only served to increase your desire to copulate with Yuuji. “Is- is it okay if I touch them?”

“Yes! Want you to!” He seemed beyond delighted at the prospect.

You twisted your body to face him at a right angle - face hot as you leant over his pelvis. Finally bringing your hand up to gently stroke over a cock, Yuuji breathily exhaled warm air over you. You reasoned his privates must be particularly delicate, judging by his reaction to the touch and to the skin here being less matte than the rest of his body, fleshy and glistening. Still gentle, you began pumping him, a slick squelching sound filling the air, matched with the cadence of Yuuji’s breath getting heavier. He gripped your chin as you continued the ministrations, pulling your face up so you could look into hooded eyes. They were looking less alert than you had previously seen, though an aroused glint remained.

“F-feels good-” Yuuji’s chest was rising and falling dramatically, the gills at his ribcage looking like they had come alive with the way they were heaving. “But want to be inside (Y/N).. Need to be.” 

Reaching down to wrap his hands under your arms, Yuuji suddenly hoisted you up to straddle his lap, causing you to yelp. You gripped his hips in a panic that you would slide off once he had set you down, though you found his skin was actually pretty coarse, to the point there was still a good amount of friction even when he was still wet from being submerged in the water not too long ago.

“This okay? For (Y/N)?”

It made sense for you to be on top. He’d probably crush you if it was the other way around.

“Y-yes! It’s just..” You eyed at his cocks, not only was there two of them, but they were both pretty large. “I just- I might need opening up a bit more first.”

He didn’t respond, just began playing with the straps at the edge of your bikini bottoms. 

“Want to see.”

Oh. He wanted to know what he had to work with here. You began inching the bottoms down your thighs, kinda in an awkward fashion seeing as you couldn’t stand. When they hit your knees, Yuuji took it upon himself to lift your legs and pull off the thin fabric in one swift motion, tossing them to the side. 

He brought his large hands back underneath your legs, spreading them out before himself. He leant in to eye your pussy curiously, poking at it with a clawed finger, watching as it reacted with twitches of arousal.

“Tiny.”

At that, you moved to throw your hands over yourself, almost as if to hide in embarrassment. Yuuji just flicked them away with ease.

“No, let me help.” He whispered softly, the quietest his volume had been since you first met him.

Hiking your legs into open air, he gripped tight at the space beneath your knees and dragged your pelvis up to meet his chin, shoving his face into your pussy, slick tongue gliding over your slit. Rubbing a finger tip over your folds, he suddenly spread them apart, his tongue now plunging it’s way into your opening. Thick and wet, he swirled the thick muscle about your core, licking over you like a sloppy animal, a mess of saliva and your own wetness being spread all over the space between your thighs.

His huge tongue felt comparable to a human cock breaking you apart, though much more soft and flexible, massaging up the sides of your walls. Not only were you now dripping wet down there, puffy folds aching from the stimulation, but you were being stretched out. Pulling back slightly, you felt Yuuji, slightly out of breath exhaling hot air over your exposed pussy, panting like some insatiate beast. 

“Taste s’ good.. But want more.. More of (Y/N).”

Taking the hint when he settled you legs down, you moved to straddle his lap, situating yourself over his cocks with a hand on his torso for support.

“I.. I only think I can do one.. For now.”

“Don’t mind. Just want to feel (Y/N).” He panted.

Still hovering over his pelvis, you reached down to take one of his cocks in your hand, rubbing over it slightly again.

“Please.. (Y/N).”

You supposed that was enough teasing him. Directing the appendage at your entrance, you began to sink down on it. Though both your pussy and his dick was adequately lubed (due to the aqueous nature of his being), the stretch still burned, causing you to hiss slightly. Taking your hips into his hands, Yuuji impatiently began guiding you down even further down his length. 

“Y.. Yuuji.. Hurts.” You half moaned.

“Mm.. doing good.. Doing good.” Yuuji was resting his forehead at the space between your neck and shoulder now, struggling to maintain composure under the stimulation he was receiving.

The stretch certainly stung a little, though the pleasure pulsing over your core was making you ache in the desire to pursue it. You began wriggling your hips, squirming under yuuji's palms as you chased that wonderful ache. The movement had Yuuji's grasp tightening, claws catching at your side as his pointed teeth grind together as he strained at the throes of lust surging over every sinew tightening in his toned body, hips bucking upwards in purchase. Unable to fight his urge to feel even closer, to be even further inside of you, his strong arms flexed as he began to assist in dragging you up and down the thick length spearing your insides.

“N-need.. Hng.. deeper.”

Spreading your hands over his pecs as you lent into his chest for support, you breathlessly moaned against him, desperately bouncing on his cock. Looking down, you could see your stomach bulge outwards in tandem with your movement, distended by the merman’s large member. He was bottoming out, tip pressing against your cervix, so large every sweet spot within your walls was being brushed against.

Your moans grew louder as Yuuji pushed into you deeper, and deeper. It was all so lewd, whining like a whore as this creature you had met not too long ago drew your tiny body up and down his monstrous length.

You could feel yourself getting close, puffy pussy tightening with every slap that resounded through the cave when your ass smacked against the merman’s skin with your frenzied pace.

“M’ getting close.. Yuuji-” After only a few more thrusts, you’d hit your limit. Nails digging into the rough skin at Yuuji’s back, legs squeezing his waist, you felt your release flood forward, head thrown back in intense pleasure as you felt every neuron in the lower half of your body fire.

He only grunted in response, clearly nearing the edge himself.

Basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, borderline immobile, Yuuji had taken it upon himself to continue to pound up into your wet, numb pussy. Your head lolled forward as your body grew floppy, allowing Yuuji to manhandle you, forcing your entire body up and down, over and over.

You were pulled from your state of relative detachment, however, when you felt a searing pain spread across the crux of your neck, causing you to yelp. Snapping your gaze to the source, you were met with a faceful of Yuuji’s hair, when you clocked on to what was happening. As Yuuji continued to sink his teeth into the side of your neck, enough to break the skin, you reflexively batted your hand against the side of his head. 

“Schtop-” He grunted with a mouth full, taking your tiny wrists into his significantly larger hands in an effort to stop your squirming. “-This..nn.. It’s.. how we mate.”

Releasing your tender flesh from between his jaws, he licked over the shallow wound, the small beads of blood disappearing under his tongue. Though his pace remained relentless, thrusting up into your aching cunt.

“M-mating you, (Y/N).” 

Still too fucked out to really respond, you whined at him as his pace turned erratic - claws digging into your skin as he grunted - his seed spilling into your womb, fucking it into you with a few final thrusts. He produced far more cum than a human would- your belly distending to accommodate the immense amount currently flooding your insides, small streams of it leaking from your swollen entrance.

Yuuji’s bucking decreased in intensity until he came to a full stop, tension fleeing his body as he slumped over you, muscular arms caging you closer to his chest. 

You looked up at his face. His eyelids were drooping in drowsiness, but he wore a warm smile on his face. He poked a finger at your swollen belly, pushing down on it and causing more of Yuuji’s release to pour out from your body. You both giggled, as if simultaneously acknowledging the bizarreness of the situation, the amount of cum stuffed into such a comparatively small womb.

“Good?” Yuuji asked, the question laced with affection, tracing webbed hands over your body, stroking up your curves.

“More than good!” You practically beamed at him. You refrained a little though, throwing a hand to the bitemark punched into the space above your collarbone. “I wish you’d have told me about the biting thing though, Maki and Nobara are gonna freak when they see this..”

Cottoning on to the further implications of disappearing into the sea for an entire night, your eyes blew open with realisation. 

“Shit! Maki and Nobara are probably worried sick!”

Throwing your hands to your forehead, you debated the pros and cons of having Yuuji swim you to the surface now, or if you’d prefer to stay with him in the cave just a little while longer, basking in the glory of your afterglow. 

It kind of annoys him when some one-night stand he maybe said he’d see again is getting pissy about him hanging out with another chick. It’s not like he promised to stop seeing other people. Right, He’s not disloyal. He just never promised to restrict himself to one person in the first place.

It’s just, no-one strikes his fancy. No-one interests him. All these girls are the same, they take one look at him and come running. And shit, that’s not even limited to chicks.

His entire life, Gojo has been treated by those around him like he's God’s gift. Hell, some even refer to him as a God in his own right. He knows he's special, a head above everyone else, and that’s why they all want him.

Gojo had just assumed you were the same as the rest the day you met at that bar. The sex was good sure, but you stunned him with conversation that was unlike anything else he’d had before. How many times has he had to sit through the same old shit about some chick’s piece of shit friends he’s convinced she only sticks around with just so she has something to complain about later, since her life is so otherwise boring. How many times as he had to listen to the same old disingenuous compliments that thinly veil some ulterior motive. He knows he’s attractive. He knows he’s powerful. What he also knows is, is that those are the only things that they care about. What about the other qualities of Gojo Satoru, huh?

But you were different. You asked him about him, and took interest in what he felt. You wanted to know about his life, mundane stuff included. You asked about the kids he taught at his school, the movies he liked, guilty pleasure ones included. You entertained his pranks and jokes. Took interest in what he liked, what he thought.

Gojo would fall for someone who made him feel like a regular person, not like some valuable prize to be obtained, or some powerful God to bow before. Someone he can joke around with, for real. Someone who’d do one of those ugly snort laughs, and not be embarrassed cause fuck I fucked up in front of Gojo. He just wants sincerity, someone who lets the walls down and acts like a human in front of him. Because that makes him feel human too.

And that’s why he fell so hard. Stopped seeing the other chicks. He felt like something real could come out of this, real care and real love. You made him fantasize about normalcy. He didn’t know he could settle for just being a normal person and live life how he wanted before you showed him he could just be a human, and not settle for some revered destiny carved for him by those who saw him as a god.

That’s why he put more effort into asking you out for real than he had put into plenty of undertakings he’d attempted in his life before, barring some particular sorcery incidents.

But before he could do it, he saw you with that other guy. And when he confronted you, you just blinked, because, this was never meant to be anything serious anyways. You’d heard that he was the kind of guy to play with women’s hearts, and that’s why you never got too attached. Gojo was just another guy to fuck around with, who you’d already ruled yourself out from getting attached to. 

For once in his life, Gojo was treated like the dispensable one.

You broke things off for real because while you knew he was starting to get attached, you had heard so much about what he was like. A good fuck, but a player. You didn’t want to end up with your feelings getting hurt.

Gojo had never experienced that kind of rejection in his life before, and it shook him, made him miserable. Even his students picked up on it. Of all the women that would come to him in fleets, the one he truly wanted thought so little of him. It was a cruel joke, really. From then on he didn’t really know what to do with himself. He could continue pursuing you but what would that achieve other than creeping you out. You broke it off because you thought he was getting clingy in the first place.

He toyed with the idea of letting it stew, and swearing off other women until he could show you he had changed, and that he was willing to start acting right. But you were with that other guy now, and Gojo didn’t know how long he’d have to wait for.

And so he reverted, chasing countless women who vaguely resembled you, just so he could think for even a second it was your (h/c) hair brushing at his chin, that it was you who lay in his arms in that hotel bed. 

But it never was, and he’d fucked up again because he wanted to be better, to be the person you’d want. But he’d do the same thing he always would, in a miserable, infinite cycle.

Yuuta was a shut-in; agoraphobic, mom would interject. Delicate, well as any would be after what Yuuta had seen. 

What he was still haunted by. 

It was over a decade ago, yet the scars of that awful event were still worn raw, true and red on his otherwise hoary skin.

He lost his best friend as a child. Witnessed Rika Orimoto’s tiny head crushed by the tire of a car and popped open like a grape, colour draining from her skin like wine juice, scarlet blood spilling onto coal black tarmac.

That’s what Yuuta had told you he saw every evening since, shuddering as he went into grotesque over-description. That he heard the screech of tires and the dull thud of a body tossed to the side like a ragdoll dropping to the ground, repeating cyclically in the dead air of night. And it didn’t cease, not until you allowed him to hold you close to his chest. 

When it had started he had told you it felt like it was her, that it was Rika who’s warm body lay in his arms. That he could start to imagine the only embrace Rika’s cold body felt now wasn't in the bosom of a coffin. When he closed his eyes, he could trick himself into believing the strands of hair tickling over his nose were hers, that he was nuzzling into the thick black veil that once flowed from her head so naturally. He’d forget for a moment that what he last saw sprouting from her skull wasn’t a matted mess of congealed blood and bits of brain.

He lost sleep, because he kept thinking about how she must have been so lonely, slept in the cold earth below. That her only company now wasn’t the debased worms hollowing bones like marble from the medium of her body.

And now he was crying again. Steaming hot tears marking trails down the back of your shirt. Trembling hands balling the fabric up tightly as he choked a silent scream into your back, mouth circling a searing shape into your spine.

But Sister made it better when she brought her hand to the apple of his cheek so gently, wiped away the fat globs of salt water straining from his eyes, and cooed so sweetly that I’m here now.

And now that same old rhyme was regurgitated every nightfall. You would hold your brother through the thralls of his cries, drag him by his collar and out of his melancholic ruminations.

Not that it would last long, but he would still tell you it helped enough.

~~~

Your mother and step-father would giggle, so long ago, when Yuuta would press a fleeting kiss to your forehead. Boldly proclaim that no boys would ever be good enough to marry his beautiful sister, beaming in his childish mirth.

The brotherly-sisterly bond you shared wasn’t so cute anymore when Yuuta, fully grown, would sod your breasts with his tears through your vest. Thinly clothed nipples peaking against his cheeks.

You’d wanted to comfort Yuuta, but he sought comfort that made you start emphasizing on the word “step” when you described your relation to others, as well in your head.

There was no blood relation, right? Or else all of this would feel immoral.

It became routine, kisses littered along the length of your neck up into the crux of your jaw. Hands drifting upwards and cupping the chest.

Was it charity when you let him dig those pared nails into your bare thighs, slotted on top of his own? Skirt hiked up your ass, calloused hands resting on exposed flesh. You'd push against jutting shoulders, complain there was something wrong. 

It was rotten, how your pussy would throb when you felt the press of a hot print of his cock against the small of your back.

🚬 It tastes all the more sweeter putting it back in his own mouth after you hand it back to him

🍭 If he’s feeling mean, he likes to stretch your mouth wide open with his thick fingers before spitting into it, the saliva tasting like strawberry flavoured chupa chup after he’s been sucking on one all day

🚬 Mocking Kusakabe for being an old pervert when you notice the way his cock begins weeping through his boxers when you stuff your panties into his mouth.. I bet he likes being gagged~

🍭 Tells you to stop being a wimp when you squeak at the ash that flutters onto your back after being shaken lose from the cigarette hanging out of his mouth while he is fucking into you roughly

🚬 fucking good with his tongue.. slurps the HELL out of your clit... looks like he’s savouring the taste of your release too much when you see him lapping it up off of his coated fingers

🍭 In fact he REALLY enjoys pussy eating, kinda guy that begs YOU to let him get you off that way. He knows he’s talented at it and hearing your overstimulated whines strokes his ego in a major way

🚬 One night he is asking if he can play with your tits as you settle into bed next to each other.. of course he ends up suckling on them until morn. Before you know it you’re having to sleep shirtless since he is struggling to fall asleep without a nipple popped into his mouth, lips pursed tight around the peak while you both drift off

It was comforting, the fluff of ashen white hair that lay on your shoulder, the morning light seeping in from behind the slat blinds cascading a bright shimmer over the expanse of the snowy tufts. The individual strands were dusting your skin feather-light, tickling against you in the sway of every meager intake and exhalation of breath escaping Toge’s mouth.

You had known Toge for years now, and although you couldn’t truly remember how you even came to know him in the first place, he had effortlessly situated himself in the spot of one of your nearest and dearest. You found that his earnest silence brought you solace, words that he could not convey through sentence instead being understood through the knowing glances and expressions you had come to share with one another, the fluency of this mutual language only strengthening with the passage of time.

Now was one of those blissful moments of comfortable, knowing quiet. domestically lounging around your apartment during a day off, lazily giggling at some meme compilation in unison while leaning against one another on the settee. You couldn’t think of a better way to spend your time, this cozy sphere of amenity that you had constructed with Toge an apt repose from the outside world.

Whilst you were lost reflecting on your rosy blessings, you were suddenly brought back to reality when you felt the weight of toge’s head lift from your shoulder, turning to meet the familiar gaze of inquisitive violet eyes peering at you from behind off-white tresses.

“Are you okay, Toge?”

“Mustard Leaf.”

The response, that usually implied he was doing fine in the small dictionary of onigiri vocabulary he had come to employ.. Didn't feel genuine, to say the least. His irises were blown wide, registering your countenance as though he was trying to gleen some hidden information from your inquiring squint, when Toge began to lean further over you. You turned the front of your body to look at him directly, though you were steadily inclining your spine backwards in your perplexion at Toge’s unusual advancement.

He soon had draped his entire upper body over yours, hands reaching around your frame to press into the sofa to support himself as his face drew dangerously close to yours.

“Toge?” A heat was rising in your upper body. Sure, you and Toge were incredibly close friends.. But this was a little too much for your liking. You pressed your palms against the jut of his shoulders and pushed slightly, though with no true force. Blushing, you faced away from him, trying to announce your discomfort at his invasive approach. “T-toge.. This is a bit too-”

“Don’t move.”

And sure enough, compelled by some otherworldly force to entertain the command, you had stopped moving in your tracks. It didn’t take long for you to figure Toge had used his technique. Like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car, your body froze statuesque while conflicting eyes beamed alive, frantically searching for the reasoning behind the cruel fate that was racing towards you.

An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach at the sight of his lips pulled tight, his usually bright irises murky with shadows of deception. Something awful was afoot. His deadpan look in conjunction with the preceding events told you this was no prank, swiftly realising that your trust in him had been irredeemably breached to the point of fear at what was coming next. Your body twitched as you strained under the spell that had been cast on you, helpless to the plummeting feeling of the safe structure of friendship you had built with Toge coming crumbling down around you.

Your fears were proven genuine when Toge’s hand began reaching forward, coming to rest on the curve of your hip. You tried to communicate with your eyes, begging for him to stop and to just think about what he was doing, but he paid no heed to it. In fact it seemed like he was ignoring your glare, focused on the task that lay at his palms. He began deftly inching your bottoms down over your pelvis, panties and all coming to a halt over your thighs, just above your kneecaps.

It was then that he shot you a glance of what seemed like sorrowfulness, as if he was fully aware he was enacting something cruel but thought it necessary. Perhaps like how a farmer would look at lame animal before putting it to rest. 

Still, you were broken away from the horrid thoughts and back into a harsher reality when Toge had begun ripping the aforementioned cloth even further down your legs until they reached your calves. Shoving his hands between your thighs, the pads of his fingers pressed forcefully against the flesh and separated the limbs till they spread wide. You were completely exposed, the open air cutting a chill against your privates.

He traced his fingertips over your slit, with whatever wet, however slight gathered up in it’s trailing wake. He looked you in your eyes when he brought the digits to your clit, as if looking for a reaction when he began grinding his forefingers against the sensitive nub. Unable to do so much as flinch away from the offensive touch, you mentally grit your teeth as you felt that aching bundle of nerves scream against the assault. It felt painful, at first. You were so unprepared for the sudden encroachment on your most sensitive parts, It made you want to recoil in on yourself completely, though there was nought you could do in protest.

Toge began occasionally lowering his fingers to reach directly into your core, drawing out the little slick you were producing to mercifully rub it over your clit. The lubrication meant his ministrations were less painfully direct, his motions transforming into a light flutter that felt traitorously gratifying, an unwarranted heat beginning to pool in your stomach. Your body was disobediently reacting to his touches with craving, and it made you want to hide away forever but unfortunately you were rendered completely unable to escape the explicit display you were being forced to partake in. 

You felt his warm breath exhale humid air over your cunt, when you noticed from your frozen position that you couldn’t see Toge’s face any more, only the top of his alpine locks as he lowered himself further over your pulsing heat.

You knew what was coming, but you still inwardly lurched with shock at the swiping of that lithe muscle over your aching bundle. The feeling made you throb with hypersensitivity, the combination of the attention that area had received earlier now with the sudden sensation of Toge’s wet mouth lapping at you desperately causing your entire pussy to twitch around his tongue in a chase for release.

Dragging and dipping his emblazoned tongue over and between your sopping folds, he came to plant his mouth directly over your clit. He sucked over it with such vigor his cheeks completely hollowed, rolling your nub between his lips whilst deft fingers aided in your pleasure as he continued to pump them in and out of the sticky apex of your crotch. 

He worked at you for some time, steady in the intensity of his applications. It wasn’t long before the sensations grew too much, pussy clenching around his fingers as you reached a climax, flood gates swinging open as you gushed helplessly over his face.

He stayed where he was for a second, before rising. When his pale face came into view, you took in the sight of your own slick washing trails down his chin, the purple tattoos it overlay on his cheek glistening prismatic in the light the sun cast over it. He looked wild, salivating at the maw, sparkling amethysts settling an intense gaze into your own eyes which were vacantly still trying to work through the thralls of your orgasm.

Yet, fear sparked them alert with dread when you saw his mouth drop open to speak once again.

“Forget.”

Even in that split second of recognition you had before your memories had been erased for (unbeknownst to you,) the umpteenth time, it was enough for an intensely visceral stream of consciousness to flood your thoughts. You realised intuitively Toge was never really the person you thought he was, and you wondered how many times you had been used like this. How much had happened, how much had you been subject to by his cursed technique. Just how much was real in that domestic setting that you had been experiencing before it all came crashing down like this.

***

If only you knew just how much of your true self had slipped away. With your hands wrapped around his cock once more, The sunset and rise beginning to melt away at the edges into a haze of warm gradients was just a pretty sight to you, the concept of time becoming irrelevant to you as you settled into your life as an ignorant hostage.

Extra Notes:

“C’mon, baby. Show daddy how wide those lips stretch.” 

You winced when the tip of Toji’s heavy cock knocked against the back of your throat. Stretching your mouth to it’s limits, the corners of your lips were beginning to sting from the strain of his girth. Your tongue was being weighed down so that you could feel pressure building on the floor of your mouth, jaw aching from being forced to open so wide.

You were buried so far down his length that your nose was nuzzling into his pubic hair, hands seeking a hold on the sides of his bare thighs as you choked trying to sink yourself down further on him. His earthy scent was filling your nose the same way he was filling out your throat, the distinctly salty taste of his cock glazing your taste buds.

“Good, good girl. You know just what daddy likes, right? Makin’ me so happy.” He carded his rough, calloused fingers through your hair, in an almost traitorously gentle gesture, Before gripping the back of your head tightly. So tight, you felt his finger-tips digging into your skull, catching and tugging on your hair strands in a way that pricked your scalp sharply. 

He looked down at your watery, tearful eyes. The scar on his lip caught your gaze when it pulled up into a smirk. 

You yelped around him when he began working your head up and down his cock, his biceps tensing as he unsympathetically dragged you along like a pump, hair pulled harder when you gave resistance.

“Suck your cheeks in baby, like daddy taught you how.”

You moaned in response, barely even able to breathe the way you were unceremoniously being face fucked, airways stuttering and drawing Toji’s cock further in every time you were yanked down to engulf him fully.

But you listened to your daddy, sucking in your cheeks as hard as you could. You wanted to make him feel good. 

“Ah, Fuck~” Toji pressed through clenched teeth. “Yeah, daddy’s gonna let go now, and you’re gonna keep that pretty little head bobbin’ up and down for him.”

Wanting to impress your Daddy, you began to fondle his balls with one hand, the other still tightly gripping his thigh whilst you tried to continue the pace at which Toji had set for you to keep blowing him at. 

“Yeah princess.. Keep going.. Jus’ like that.” He was huffing through furtively laboured breaths, hunching over you, the towering man’s eyes hidden behind his dark hair in an attempt to mask his exertion. 

Stopping the ministrations to his balls, you gripped his cock firmly before pumping your hand up and down his length in cadence with your mouth. It was difficult, accommodating his girth in your mouth. Your daddy was hung like a horse, and that much was more apparent in the throb of pain pulsing through your jaw due to it practically having to be unhinged for an extended period of time. 

“Think you deserve a present, baby. You want daddy to cum in your mouth?” 

All you could do was moan around his cock, throating him with a further enthusiasm you didn’t realise you had left in you.

“Gonna eat all of daddy’s cum?” 

You moaned louder this time, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the cramp in your jaw you weren’t sure you could handle much longer, when steaming ropes of his hot load began to shoot down your throat. You heard Toji grunt from above you, pushing your face further into his crotch whilst he came. Finding it harder to breathe, you greedily drank up what your daddy had given you while his hips continued to stutter.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl.” Toji kept your head in place for a few seconds, before pulling you off of him and taking a moment to enjoy your makeup stained face still attached to his softening dick by a stubborn string of saliva-mixed-cum.

He reached down to effortlessly pull you into his lap, cradling you in his arms and burrowing his lips into the crook of your neck. His breath felt hot against you when he spoke.

“So’s this dirty girl gonna let her daddy pay her back?” He dipped his fingers between your legs, running his digits over your heat which was still covered thinly by your tights and panties. 

“Let him fuck her until she’s a sobbing mess for his cock in her tight little cunny?”