standing just outside the white chalk lines. shaggy raven hair that never looks styled, stubble he clearly forgot—or chose not—to shave that morning. his infamous scar pulling at his lips as he shouts. he wears the same black team jacket unzipped, sleeves rolled up his thick forearms. when he folds his arms or gestures sharply toward the field, you always catch his muscles shifting beneath the fabric, veins flexing making it so impossible to ignore.

it’s just a photographer’s eye for striking subjects. for sure….

he beautifully contrasts against the chaos of the game…even if he’s shouting, or breaking his clipboard…. still, you capture him mid-shout, mid-thought, jaw clenched as he’s holding the entire team together.

and then later, when the photos run, and his photos dominate the highlights more than the actual goal, well, you pretend not to notice how often your name sits beneath them in a small, neat printed font.

he doesn’t know you. you’re just another person with a camera on the sidelines. you’re just another face in a sea of professional press badges, not just one of the universities many photographers. but you know him. you know the way his brows pinch when one of his players gets injured, the way his mouth twitches when his team scores, and the way he exhales with relief when the game ends.

and you keep clicking the shutter button—

“again?!” the head editor exclaims. “you didn’t get the goal?”

“I did!” you huff, glaring at the senior grad student who basically runs the entire school newspaper.

“not the first one, the final goal! the one scored by the universities ace! sukuna—“

“god forbid i missed a shot, I basically got everything else, plus I’m not the only one taking photos on the pitch. don’t you have other photographers?” you tsk, arms crossed.

he glares at you behind his desk, clicking through the photos you’d uploaded. “you got every single expression of the damn coach,” he mutters under his breath, clicking through one of toji shouting, then another of him spitting on the grass, then another of him scratching his jaw—

you nibble on your cheek, slouching slightly in the seat.

“you hate when we use someone else’s photos,” he adds, licking his teeth as he finally gets to your photos of the actual players. and they were spectacular. the action shots were perfect, you can see the sweat dribbling down their foreheads.

“because it’s my job,” you mutter, glancing at your editor who frowns when the photos return back to the head coach.

“unbelievable,” he mumbles, exhaling slowly as he sits back in his seat. “you’re killing me.”

your heel kicks the floor. this wasn’t a first. this happens almost every time. your lens just happens to drift away from the ball and fall on the head coach.

even with fans shouting in the stands, and the other cameras flashing in the other direction. your camera can’t help but find coach toji in the chaos. he was just as important as the team. he’s acting like toji isn’t mentioned a million times in the articles! god forbid you want him getting his flowers. but your editor wasn’t very appreciative of your sympathies.

“we’re going with these three, and taking one from the other photographers for the final goal you didn’t get,” he sighs, showing you your three photos, one of the team celebrating, another of satoru gojo sprinting across the field with the ball, and of course, the final — and in your opinion the best — of head coach toji standing with his muscular arms crossed at the start of the second half.

your editor rolls his eyes turning his screen back to him. “if you bring another folder and it’s seventy percent of this damn coach, I’ll drop you and pull noah up.”

the threat has you lowering your head and muttering a hesitate okay, because at the end of the day, you were the only photographer that worked full time for the paper, and you go to every single match. the rest are focused on other stories, or working their way to become editors.

while you liked photo-journalism more. it helped, that on weekends, you got someone to admire. and your editor was not the only one that’s noticed.

“what the hell, you’ve got to be kidding me,” geto huffs, snatching the paper from gojo as he sits on the pitch. “why am I never in these damn fucking articles??” he huffs with anger

“score more goals,” gojo sticks his tongue out, just to get kicked harshly by his friend.

“I fucking scored this game,” geto snaps, grumbling even more as he flips through the paper, seeing the team celebrating.

sukuna chugs his water behind them, “my picture sucks ass,” he grumbles, spitting the water right beside their goalie making him jerk back in annoyance. “you didn’t score, but I get the shit picture?” he snaps lowly at gojo.

geto frowns, “I scored, and at least you get a picture.”

gojo chuckles, pointing at the next photo, making the entire team roll their eyes simultaneously.

“some things never change,” one teammate, yuno, mutters. his hands are on his hips as him and the rest of the team glare at the immaculate, pristine, jaw-dropping photo captured of their strict, grumpy, nicotine addicted head coach, toji.

sukuna snarls as geto looks like he’s going to fucking tear out his luscious black hair. “fucking unbelievable.”

gojo snorts even louder, snatching the paper just to wave it from his place on the ground towards toji, who’d just gotten off the phone. “coach! you’re mogging the cameras again!”

toji’s brows pinch until he notices the photo. and it’s always the same reaction from the head coach. his eyes scan over the photo, then they fall down to the same printed name underneath. “not bad,” he casually says, handing back the newspaper like it’s nothing.

but the entire team is seething, with the exception of gojo laughing his ass off.

“I finally figured out who your secret admirer is,” gojo announces, “it’s definitely the cutie with the charm on her camera and stickers on her flashlight.”

geto raises a brow “how d’ya know that?” the rest of the team immediately huddle in.

gojo clears his throat.

“for the last few games I’ve been purposely fixing my shoes or drinking water on the sidelines where they’re all huddled up. obviously I ruled out all the old farts, then I narrowed it down to the ladies. then i crossed out the outside press, but it’s hard since I can’t see all their press badges—but then i noticed,” gojo holds up the newspaper, slapping his index finger on your name beneath the photo. the entire team have basically memorized your full name by now. “she was the only one still photographing the field, BUT it was pointed at coach,” gojo points to toji.

“AND,” gojo continues, “she had this cute little charm on her camera, and this sticker. and it’s definitely your secret admirer,” gojo confidently smiles.

however, geto scratches his jaw, glancing at gojo then the newspaper. “so which one was her instagram?”

oh right, gojo rubs his neck in disappointment.

your name under a majority of the game’s photos started catching the teams attention a couple months ago. your credentials at the bottom of the article was always signed with your first and last name. however, when the team caught on to your not-so secret admiration for their coach, and neglect of the rest of team, they tried stalking you.

yet, they couldn’t find a single social media handle. not your instagram, twitter, tiktok — even your linkedIn was just the default linkedIn pfp. and the school paper website didn’t have a photo for you. either way, the team was on a mission.

“I don’t think her socials are even under her name,” gojo admits, making the team groan.

toji, silently watching the ordeal transpire, claps his hands, breaking the gossip. “enough, continue your drills unless ya wanna stay till sunset!”

once the team finally finishes practice and began packing their gear. neither one of them notices the students enjoying the nice weather on campus, or the girl that take a detours to walk past the field.

your eyes easily fall on your perfect subject. his hand cracks his neck as he stifles a yawn, kicking the soccer ball towards one of the players as they kick it up, tucking it under their arm.

it was a routine….one that you found yourself subconsciously doing on practice days. you would follow the path down from the quad, until you reach the second soccer field on campus, mainly used for practice and training.

your bag hangs off your shoulder along with your camera — the lens was downsized to your fixed 24mm and the flash wasn’t on — that’s usually how your camera is when you aren’t at events, or games.

it isn’t uncommon to watch the schools infamous soccer team practice. especially when half of them are also part of a fraternity. hell, on the other side of the field were a few girls fawning over the sweaty players.

in other words, you don’t stand out. and you’re unbothered by the hot players that glance your way as they pack their bags. well, until a certain white haired player is squinting across the field, before muttering a quiet “no way…”

geto gives his friend a look, lifting his duffle over his shoulder as sukuna wipes his face with the hem of his jersey, “what?” he grumbles.

gojo’s bag hit the grass. he locks eyes with you. then he does the worst thing imaginable. he shouts your name.

the entire team snap their necks in your direction. gojo suddenly leads the pack of six foot whatever college men across the field — their bags drop, cleats half untied, some bare foot. but all on one mission.

you.

the color immediately drains from your face. your body freezes like a deer in headlights. and when the entire team of sweaty, built, hot men crowd the waist-high fence that separate them from you. you’re ultimately stuck.

“you’re-you’re—“ slightly out of breath and pumped full of adrenaline, gojo heaves out your name. not just a first name, no—your full government name. “right!?”

you eyes lazily drag between the men, fixing the strap of your bag, your camera clinking against the side, drawing every man’s attention to the little charm gojo had just described less than an hour ago.

“yeah,” you manage to exhale, shifting your balance. “did you need something?”

“yeah,” the low voice of the hot headed team captain interrupts. he hadn’t ran with rest of the players, instead he walked up, casual and full of loud confidence. finally making his way across the field, energy drink in hand, glaring right through you as he continues. “why the fuck was my picture the only one not taken by you? it looks like shit.”

you exhale, about to answer when another one cuts in.

“why haven’t you taken one of me? the game last month was my debut and you didn’t get me going on the pitch—“

“I liked that shot you got of me when—“

“can you get my good side next time—“

“why did you—“

“can you—“

“you didn’t get my goal!” geto manages to dogpile. all the men yell complaints and compliments, overwhelming you with critiques. until you’re frowning, glaring harshly at the group of men you’d watched from a distance since your freshman year.

“I don’t work for you guys,” you finally snap. your words are cold making the men frown. “I work for the schools paper, and they choose the photos, not me.”

“and yet coach is in every single one of em?” geto bites back, and that’s when they all catch the slight surprise that crosses your face.

gojo smirks, leaning over the fence, getting close as he tilts his head. “seems like a majority of your photos have our coach. it’s like your editor can’t help but be forced to put him in.”

you feel your stomach churn, glancing between the sharp sapphire eyes. “that’s not how it works,” you mutter.

you did not expect your first interaction with the soccer team to be this. accusing you of favoritism. you can practically feel all their eyes on you, like they knew exactly who you are, even if this is your first time speaking to them.

“sure looks like it,” sukuna drawls, smirking wide when he sees you shift uncomfortably. “you like our coach or somethin?”

“of course she does,” geto’s smooth voice cuts in. “do you get all hot lookin at coach toji?”

you swallow thickly, pushing down the heat crawling up your neck to glare at the men. “you guys are disgusting,” you spit, but the men don’t falter, instead they continue gloating and poking.

“we just wanna get to know you. you’ve been takin’ our pics for months, we can’t have a chat now?” geto cuts.

they were quietly impressed with your composure. your poker face would’ve been perfect if not for the slight fidgeting you’re doing with your bag and camera strap. either way, your glare was mean, unwavering until—

“cut it out.”

the sharp voice slices through the team. then, one strong palm shoves gojo into geto, and the rest of the team topple on each other like dominos. the head coach plants himself between the fence, his team, and you.

“i forget you’re all a couple children,” toji tsks, his arms are crossed standing like a lone knight keeping a pack a wolves from a poor princess.

your heart slams against your rib cage. all your composure evaporates into thin air, struggling to catch your breath. this was the closest you’ve gotten to the head coach. you can practically smell the mixture of his cologne and natural musk. your cheeks grow hotter by the second, completely dazed and loosing all other senses, unaware that practically half the team noticed your sudden shift.

gojo elbows geto eyeing the way your pupils basically turn into bright pink hearts. even your lips look more glossy from the drool collecting in your mouth.

they’d never seen anything like it, and for their coach of all people?!

you’re caught up in gawking at the huge man, eyeing his wide shoulders, the veins straining from his compression shirt, his shirt clinging to every muscle that could break you in a blink of an eye — that you miss his short lecture towards his boys to quit scaring off a young woman, all to end with him shouting—

“ten more laps!”

the team’s eyes bulge, jaws dropping in shock, and quickly follow up with a spew of complaints.

“ya heard coach!” sukuna, the hot-headed captain, interrupts. and if the team wasn’t scared of their coach, they definitely had a reason to be with their captain. they ultimately drop their things and start their laps. however, sukuna hangs back at bit, “I didn’t even say sh—“

“you were late to practice, so you were gonna do the laps anyways,” toji cuts, earning a loud tsk from the tattooed captain. his duffle drops on the floor dramatically, eyes flicking towards yours, which — no surprise — haven’t left the coach’s profile, and with his own groan, his cleats hit the grass starting his lap.

with the entire team running laps….you’re left alone.

coach toji doesn’t move.

instead, he leans against the fence, strong arms crossing. you’re barely a foot behind him, close enough that the scent of grass and dizzy cologne reaches you when he shifts his weight. close enough that your brain short-circuits again.

then he looks over his shoulder.

it’s not rushed or sharp. it was an easy turn of his head, his dark emerald eyes flick to you with calm, assessing. and up close, he’s worse. he’s broader than he looks from the sidelines, his stubble shadowing his jaw feels unfair for a sunday morning. sunlight catches the edge of his cheekbone, and the curve of his mouth makes you stare shamelessly especially when it lifts just slightly. he’s amused by something you’re not aware of yet and you don’t even notice.

your heart stutters.

you practically forget how to stand or how to function like a grown ass adult, instead you feel like someone who’s just had their fantasy materialize directly in front of them.

heat rushes to your face, your chest tightens, and you pray, desperately, that your expression isn’t as transparent as it feels. you focus on keeping your hands still, even as your pulse flutters wildly under your skin.

and toji’s gaze lingers. he takes you in like the way someone experienced does, without staring, without shame, just a brief glance that drifts. from your fidgeting fingers, to your necklace trapped between your pretty cleavage, to the tank top that hugs your chest, to the zip up hoodie falling off your soft shoulder. to your lips, wet from the amount of times you’d lick and bit them.

and you still don’t notice it! you’re too busy trying not to melt into the grass beneath your feet. all you register is how hot the space suddenly feels, how solid he seems standing there.

from the field, a player snickers mid-lap. a majority watching the entire interaction, waiting for someone to make a move. gojo snickers as geto analyzes.

you don’t hear any of it, all you know is that the knights are real, and he’s right in front of you, and your carefully maintained composure never stood a chance. especially when his eyes meet yours and his deep, husky, voice sinks into your bones.

“been wondering who was seein’ me like that, sweetheart.”

you were gone.

s-s-s-sweetheart!?

your heart bursts, veins burning through your skin as your lips part, words falling into the void as your brain struggles to reply.

and he finds it adorable.

college girls are cute, but you, you’re a little pervert. how many photos have you taken of him? and for the past year too? he’s wondered just like his team had, who was behind all those photos. who was oogling him while the best team in the nation was playing right before their eyes?

at first, he was bothered, confused even, how big of a stalker did you have to be to take his photos for months and not introduce yourself?

but now he sees it. the way you’re struggling to find words. the way your eyes flick between his — surprised even that you’re not shying away from eye contact, but instead, struggling to just respond. like the words are right there, but your dumb brain is getting fried just by his presence. cute.

“I’ll try an’ wink next time.”

he just hammers the nail straight into your heart. your face bursts into flames as you let out a strangled hum like whine, face burning even more. unfortunately, your audience isn’t as silent. instead a few had caught your reaction and were bursting with laughter. a few whistling at their coach.

“she’s too young for ya, coach!”

“get someone y’er own age!”

“coach, the shy ones are the freakiest!”

the last one — somehow — snapped you back to reality. your glare cut through the field, immediately hitting one of the players making him burst out laughing along with the others around him. your face pulls into a scowl, heart hammering at the teasing you’re receiving from the team. who even are they? they don’t know anything about you!

shy?! you?!!! you scowl in annoyance, eyes rollin—

“ignore em, sweetheart. they’re just being dicks.”

fuck.

your face burns hot again, heart hammering against your ribs as you stutter out another nod, fingers gripping your bag as you glance at the head coach again. his green eyes were unbelievably dark, just staring at them, you felt like you were getting dizzy.

the scar on his lip twitches up, leaning an elbow on the fence, his eyes flick down to your camera. “what kinda camera is that?”

your eyes widen, looking down like you’re surprised it’s there. but it seems like he flicks a switch in your brain with that question, because now you’re fumbling to hold the delicate thing in your hands. then you hold it out for him.

a small puff of air leaves his nose in amusement. you’re cute. he turns, reaching his hand out, just for your small ones to place the expensive camera in his. the same one you’d deny your friends from even holding, afraid they’ll drop it.

b-but if coach toji holds it…if he wants to hold it…who…who are you to stop him!!!

your blush only breaks out across your body once you feel your hands brush his, eyes so bright and big even he can see the hearts explode from your irises, fuzzy pink flowers glowing around your head like a cartoon.

“looks expensive,” he finally takes his eyes away from you to momentarily examine the camera. it was nice, sony. “bought it yourself?”

you nod, smiling as you rock on your heels. “it was…” oh first words, toji’s eyes flick to you, eyeing your glossy lips as they part. “my first big purchase,” you glance at the camera then back up at toji as you point with your manicured index finger, towards the camera. “it’s nice…right?”

well fuck me.

toji chuckles internally. he really can’t read you. from rude (to the team), to shy, to snappy (to the team), to demure, to charming—all while looking up at him like he’s some shinning knight and not a coach, albeit for the best team in the nation, but still.

his lips curl up, his internal switch already flipped when he shooed the team away, and the smooth voice of his poured out like second nature. “very nice, sweetheart.”

you nod, enthusiastically.

god, you were a cutie.

“and you take such good pictures with it too, you’re a natural,” the sweet words just keep pouring from his mouth like honey, and you’re eating up every drop. your feet manage to carry you closer to the fence…closer to him.

you wet your glossy lips, leaning close to point at the camera, “it also takes video here…I initially wanted to do more videography, but I stuck with photos. but it’s a nice perk with the camera…and I can shoot in raw and jpeg, so I can edit them afterwards if I want, and uh and I have other lenses too. this one is a fixed one, so it can’t zoom, but I have two other ones that zoom, I usually use those ones for work…like during your….games.”

your rambling was one of, if not, the most attractively adorable things you could’ve done at this moment. especially when you’re oblivious to the light flush that settles in the coach’s stomach as he eyes you down.

his gaze flicks between your fingers on the camera, and your profile from his height. your hair lightly brush’s back from the wind exposing your neck, your perfume reaching his nose.

“can I try takin’ a pic?”

your face bursts hot, you feel like it’ll melt off as you gawk up at the head coach, before nodding your head frantically, a wide smile pulling at your lips. you try to clear your throat as you turn the camera on for him and take the lens cap off.

“good?” he asks.

you just nod again, biting your cheek feeling how wide you’re smiling it almost hurts, but you can’t take your eyes off the way his big hands handle your camera. your biggest crush ever is using your camera!

you contain a squeal as he stands straight. he brings the camera to his eye, before lowering it again, confused. your eyes widen momentarily before realizing he’s struggling and quickly stepping up again.

you lean over the fence. and toji purposely avoids coming down to your height. instead, he watches you hold the fence to stand on your tippy toes, the other gently holds his wrist to ask him to lower the camera just a bit from his eye so you can instruct him. fuck, the confidence to touch him when you were just a jittery mess a second ago.

“the shutter button is here. if you half press it, it’ll auto-focus for you—“ you move to the front of the camera flipping some switch, “jus’ turned it on. but just press down all the way and it’ll take the picture,” you say, mistakenly glancing up from where you are, just to realize that coach toji’s face is inches from yours. his warm breath fans against your cheek, his scar so close, his lips right there and his eyes….

you were beyond gone. the steam immediately comes off your face as your eyes turn into big giant hearts. you’re so easy to read it should be illegal.

you fall back on your heels, allowing toji to attempt again. what you weren’t expecting was for him to point the camera at you.

well considering the wider lens, I guess he wants to shoot something closer for more satisfaction. but it caught you slightly off guard, your cheeks flame once more, heart stuttering, but your face immediately lights up.

his lips curve up behind the camera, watching you give him a cute smile, angling your head to tip to the side a bit. people that automatically smile when a camera is pointed at them is definitely a cute trait.

he takes a few quick photos, before pulling the camera back. “how do I see ‘em?”

this time he lowers the camera for you, but keeps it close to his body so you’re still leaning over and up beside him, albeit with the fence between you both.

“ah the sun was behind me,” you realize now looking at the photos. toji hums like he knows what that means (he doesn’t) but he clicks the button to go to the next picture and same thing.

“let’s do it again,” he says, already pulling the camera back, but your finger quickly reaches out, easily flipping it back to view mode before moving back. toji watches you glance up at the sky, before moving yourself in front of the sun. “smile f’er me, sweetheart.”

you were smiling, but now—toji chuckles through his nose at your reaction. he knows exactly what he’s doing. he takes one photo, than another.

your smile turns more pose worthy, not so big, but just as beautiful. “you’re a natural,” he comments, with full honesty.

your cheeks flush, waving your hand in front of you, “don’t glaze me.”

toji snorts, “jus’ saying what I see, not my fault you pose like a model.”

a model?!

toji notices the way you bite your cheek and the way your hands fidget with your bag. “put the bag down, sweetheart.”

your heart skips again, the nickname electing a response from you every time. but you oblige, setting your bag on the ground. now without anything to fidget with, your hands carefully clasp behind your back, your navy hoodie completely off your shoulder, exposing the casual white tank top. his eyes glance at the swell of your tits that your bra pushes up. and the sliver of skin that peaks at the bottom.

the wind was like a perfect accessory, blowing a warm spring breeze in your direction brushing your hair again.

you do your best to pose casually, smiling at the camera, eyes low as you stare into the lens, heart beating erratically as you wait for coach toji to finish.

your breath catches momentarily. cheeks stinging and lips parting like a deer in headlights, because you notice it. just briefly, the way toji lowers the camera from his eye, gaze tracking down your figure, eyeing your thighs, then your hips, then your tits.

he’s definitely checking you out.

you glance away, flustered, unaware that toji was now clicking the library to view the photos he’d just taken.

“I think I’m a pretty good shot,” he compliments his nonexistent skills, but the light hits you so well.

you smile watching him look at the photos. eyes glued to his lazy smirk, stomach hot and heart fluttering at his short comments. he’s so handsome, you glance at the curve of his nose, the stubble on his cheek. he’s so so pretty.

your mind was getting dizzy, all because coach toji is in front of you, but it made you completely forgetful that if he keeps clicking next, it’ll eventually reach—

“oh.”

you first notice the slight raise of his brows, then the scar on his lip twitching wider, then the greens of his eyes darkening.

“did ya’ submit these too, sweetheart?”

your brows furrow for half a second, then it clicks. you lunge forward.

this can’t be happening!

you immediately cover the screen and take the camera as you hear the coach chuckle. of course you’d forgotten that you had these on your sd card.

staring back at you is a photo of toji’s fat bulge from the game. you managed to catch the moment he reached down to itch himself, grabbing it. if he saw this one he definitely saw the three before this of the closeups of his lips, his big biceps, his ass when he was fixing his shoes.

your heart is beating in your ears, skin sizzling with embarrassment as your vision starts to narrow. your eyes flick up to the coach in horror, flustered beyond speech. “it’s not—“ you struggle to explain, “you weren’t supposed to see that. I was just taking one—then I someone bumped so like, the camera went down—“

the rambling was unlike the one before, this one was much more uncoordinated, fueled by your humiliation, anxiety, and desperate attempt at defending yourself to him, so that he doesn’t think you’re some creep.

“I wore that shirt from the match two weeks ago. not this one….” his head tilts, arms folded across his beefy chest. “why do you still have ‘em?”

the older man is quite unbothered. instead, his chest grew hot, and his mind wandered off imagining this hot college girl laying in her bed, staring at pictures of his crotch with her small fingers playing with her wet little pussy. his eyes flick to your chest again.

your eyes are wide, glancing at your camera.

“I just forgot to format the card,” you quickly reply, pretty chest rising and falling. “I always forget, and I realize after when I’m exporting the photos or run out of storage—I delete them, i-i swear!”

he snorts, head tilting, “you swear?”

you nod frantically.

his emerald eyes narrow, tongue poking out to wet his lips, touching his scar. his eyes flick to the camera in your hands. you’re quite the actor…

“okay, I’ll take your word then. you wouldn’t lie to me…?” his gaze was intimidating, the darkness of his pupils felt like a black hole pulling you in. but somehow you manage to shake your head.

“no, sir.”

toji holds eye contact, before tearing it away to reach for his phone, “good girl.”

your heart beats in your throat, threatening to tear out, but you step forward, eyes big and sad. “sorry, coach.” there’s a slight waver in your voice, the man’s eyes widen briefly, chuckling under his breath as he brings a hand up to the crown of your head.

“don’t worry about it, keep taking photos of me. ya’ make me feel important,” his comment is punctuated with a flirtatious wink, shooting another arrow straight into your heart.

you were lovestruck the entire trip home. and so unbelievably grateful.

you talked your way out of such incriminating evidence. because how could coach toji know that in truth, you have an entire album of photos just like the ones he saw, that you pull out almost every night to help you cum.

you really should be an actor, you think, blushing at the way he called you good girl. the way he looked at you, the way his fingers brushed yours on the camera —ahhhh, you bury your hot face in your hands.

you were in shock for days, heart slamming against your chest and face heating up every time you thought back to the moment.

you were so in your head that you hadn’t even noticed the two athletes walking up behind you on your way out of class, crossing the quad.

it’s like that thing that happens. when you’re finally introduced to someone for the first time, then you’re suddenly seeing them everywhere. that’s how geto and gojo felt. you’d been under their noses the entire time.

with a lecture of over two hundred students, of course they’d spot you when you entered today. gojo elbowed his friend, nodding in your direction. geto’s eyes nearly popped.

“what the hell?” geto leans forward, the two men closely watch you enter the lecture hall, walking a few rows down before slipping in. geto’s eyes narrow at the camera you carefully place in your lap as you take out your ipad.

it was like the cards were being dealt out for him perfectly.

“wait, I don’t get it,” gojo huffs catching up to his friend as the lecture hall empties.

geto tsks, “what’s not to get? I’m gonna bribe her into taking photos of me next game. I’m fucking tired of being some fucking blur—“

“you’ve gotten some photos man—“

“well i want more. ones where I’m actually scoring,” geto huffs, brushing his bang back in frustration.

once the two men hit the pavement outside, they spot you. gojo is tagging along for the fun, while geto is set on a mission. one he conjured up mid-lecture the second he saw you. it was perfect. genius—

“what?” your face scrunches in mild disgust. the two men baffle at your reaction, especially at the way you’re looking up at them with narrow, and irritated eyes. your expression isn’t hard to decipher, it’s basically screaming, why tf are you talking to me?

geto licks his teeth, exhaling through his nose, “you heard me fine, sweetheart—“

“don’t call me that.”

his jaw clenches, repeating his line without the pet name. “the next two games are the semifinals and then the finals, so I’ll give you access through our manager to join press during the media window two days before the matches—“

“I already have access to that through the school paper,” you give him a look, immediately ticking him off.

“let me fucking finish will you—“

“you’re taking forever and I’m being cornered,” you snap back, rolling your eyes at the pretentious athlete. geto bites his tongue, as gojo gasps.

“you’re not being cornered!” he states, just to exchange a look with geto as they both see that they’ve steered you off the pavement and against a tree. “no—we’re just talking.”

you exhale, glancing back at geto, “whatever, just finish.”

geto licks his lips, continuing, “you’ll also get access to our locker room strategy meeting or whatever, and behind the scenes access — you only do photos, no video or interviews?”

you shake your head, heart beating just a little quicker because now you’re starting to see the perks. bts access is the one thing university teams can deny since they don’t like any outsiders butting into their strategies or taking them out of “the zone.”

that also means you can see….coach toji.

gojo and geto both notice the realization crossing your face, especially when your lips part, much more glossy than before. unbelievable.

“but,” geto snaps you back, your eyes darting up to meet his, “you better take some good fucking shots of me during the game. if I’m not in the fucking paper and insta page, then no deal.”

you gasp, “dude, you’re literally acting like I’m the one in charge of that?? it’s my editor that picks the photos to put in the articles.”

geto tsks, “yet somehow coach is in every single one.” your jaw clenches, stomach heating up. “take more photos of me so it’s inevitable. got it?”

your lip curls in annoyance, eyeing geto, just for gojo to suddenly but in—

“but also take some of me, i look so hot in them and i like reposting them on my insta,” gojo flashes you a smile.

your frown deepens, “there’s other photographers. you guys know that right?”

“yours are the only ones they choose and they look better than whoever took sukuna’s,” gojo snorts, remembering their captains complaints.

nevertheless, geto and gojo wait for you to agree, both men standing with their arms crossed, blocking the spring sun from hitting you.

then a certain captain happens to pass by, noticing his two teammates, and frat brothers.

“the fuck are you guys doing?”

the men whip their heads as sukuna steps up, bag slung over his shoulder wearing a backwards baseball cap. and with a quick explanation from his friends, sukuna tsks glancing at you and adding.

“coach always showers before or after our games.”

and it was that one bit of information that automatically has you saying: “deal.”

—

you don’t rush setting up. you check your flash, bouncing it once off the ceiling to make sure it won’t wash anyone out. your fingers move with muscle memory, standing in these rooms plenty of times for the school paper, along with other journalists from the school paper especially for media days, post-game scrums, pre-season press.

so this isn’t new territory.

the room is packed, though. there’s national outlets mingling with campus press, and clusters of journalists already talking. you hear familiar phrases float past as you move, many talking about the teams unbeaten streak, their goal differentials, their historic season.

familiar names are easily getting tossed around. captain sukuna coming up first, always, and his leadership, and the way he commands the field. gojo’s speed follows after, and his natural talent and eye for goals, then geto’s consistency, his intelligence and composure. someone mentions scouts again, plural this time, and how a few clubs have been hovering around those three all season.

you barely react because you’ve heard all of this before, and it was impressive of course, you enjoy it. however, what does get you, embarrassingly, is his name.

every time coach toji is mentioned—his tactics, his discipline, the way he rebuilt the program and incorporated new strategies —you feel heat creep up your neck. it’s a soft and traitorous blush that you’re grateful no one’s looking closely enough to notice you smiling.

you keep your eyes on your camera, pretending to fiddle with a setting you don’t actually need to adjust, reminding yourself that he’s just part of the team. a very effective, very respected part of it.

then finally, the noise dips and the conversations fade into an expectant quiet as the side door opens.

the players file in first, with sukuna at the front, expression unreadable, gojo already grinning, geto calm and observant as ever. everyone’s cameras lift, and recorders click on. and then he steps in behind them.

coach toji, in a suit.

your face breaks into a hot mess, heart skipping a beat as you eye him through your lens. it fits him too well. dark, sharp, shoulders filling it out like it was tailored perfectly. no team jacket today, no morning stumble. no, he looked clean, with polished shoes, and authority. he guides the team forward eyes sweeping the room calmly.

your flash fires once, professionalism wavering again. how can it not when your knight is walking into the room and reminding you exactly how out of reach he is.

the entire team easily spots you in the front row for the first time. your charm hangs from your camera strap, along with the little sticker on your godox flash. they all know who you are now, so their wasn’t any hiding the way they’d purposely glance at your camera lens, giving you their best shots.

many of the questions are being directed towards the coach, your eyes focus on his reaction, lens zooming close as he rolls his dress shirt over his forearms. your camera flashes and your cheeks warm. you do this every time. acting like it’s your first time seeing the coach in a suit even though he wears one every semifinals press. but you can’t help it!

journalists throw questions without breath, firing rounds until the set time is up.

“photographers only, please.”

the room clears out fast. chairs scrape back, and laptops snap shut. you step forward instinctively, already lifting your camera. the players shift back into place. sukuna straightens, his expression resetting into something stoic. gojo cracks a joke under his breath that earns him a look. geto adjusts his sleeves, calm as ever.

toji moves standing just off to the side at first, arms crossed, smooth dress shirt crinkling over his taut muscles, and unforgiving across his shoulders.

the manager gestures. “let’s get the team all together first.”

cameras flash as the team pose, all in their uniform. you move easily getting their shots, unaware of the emerald eyes watching your every move.

coach toji noticed you the minute he stepped into the room. however, he remained composed, knowing how many eyes were on him. but now, his eyes sweep over your figure.

your grey dress pants hugging that right ass, and those hips. the tight dress shirt hugged your frame, with the top buttons undone allowing some of your cleavage to be revealed along with your necklace stack. business casual, but he’s sure half the team is looking at your tits. your pretty anklet catching the light as you move in your kitten heels.

“coach with sukuna,” the manager says.

toji steps forward.

you track him without thinking, framing the shot as he places a hand lightly at sukuna’s back, guiding him a half-step to the left. your shutter clicks, noticing how easily he steps into your frame, how naturally he fills it. his height just a hair taller than the hot headed captain, at least in your eyes.

“alright, another group photo,” the manager says.

toji turns, motioning the players in with two fingers. his eyes briefly catch yours making your eyes widen. the team clusters around their coach, heads bowed slightly, listening even though there’s nothing to hear. he speaks low anyway. you circle to the side, careful, capturing the curve of his shoulder, the way his jaw tightens when he focuses.

toji’s gaze lifts again, slow and deliberate, landing on you.

why does he keep doing that?!

it’s brief. just a glance that lingers a fraction longer, his eyes flick from your face to the camera in your hands and back again, like he’s remembering the photos he saw on your camera.

you feel heat blooming under your skin, pulse kicking hard enough to throw you off guard. you steady your hands, inhaling subtly, pretending you don’t feel the way the air shifts when he turns slightly…when he ends up closer than before, just at the edge of your frame.

“okay, we’re good,” the manager calls.

the team breaks, the players disperse, but toji stays put for a beat longer, adjusting his sleeve, posture relaxed again, unreadable.

you lower your camera only when it’s over, breath leaving you in a quiet rush you didn’t realize you were holding. you don’t see him glance at you when you step back to check your photos. you also don’t notice the small, satisfied curve of his mouth.

not until you’re feeling a gentle, firm, hand on your waist, and a low voice right against your ear, “say hi next time. you’re not a stranger anymore.”

your body immediately catches on fire, eyes snapping to the man like a magnet, heart slamming against your ribs as you watch him pull back, emerald eyes meeting yours.

“right, sweetheart?”

your face stings, as you nod quickly, heat pooling deep in your stomach, feeling his thumb caress your hip over your shirt. your lips part, mind dizzy as you glance as his strong forearms, he’s towering over you, slightly leaning down to speak to you in quiet whispers.

“I’ll see c’ya tomorrow, yeah,” he gives your waist a squeeze as he greets you with a kiss to your cheek like some gentleman. then he walks away. and if you weren’t a mess before, the casual glance he shoots over his shoulder has a third arrow piercing your heart.

you couldn’t contain it anymore. you were consumed by this man. every waking thought was spent daydreaming about him— his voice, his eyes, his hands, his demeanor. it was intoxicating.

all for you to show up in the lockerroom, the next day, hours before the match. the team is either dressed in their uniforms, or still shirtless, huddling around the white board as they prep for the game.

geto was the second to notice you, after gojo. both their eyes twinkling as they walk up to you. “they gave you the pass,” geto nods to the press badge around your neck.

you nod, glancing around the lockerroom. it felt tense, the aura suspenseful as the time ticks closer to when they walk onto the pitch.

“get your vip shots, but you better get my photo,” geto hushes in your ear.

“and mine!” gojo blurts, just as a certain coach is stepping out of the steam.

and you feel it. the towel wrapped low around his waist, skin still slick with water that traces unhurried paths down his sculpted torso. his hair is darker when it’s wet, heavier, droplets slide from it and disappear along the hard lines of his shoulders.

your eyes catch his muscles moving when he walks, hard mass, that shifts beneath skin without effort. you swallow thickly, body heating up, stomach fluttering as you catch the trail of dark coarse hair leading down from his navel, and disappearing beneath the towel. your eyes follow it to the bulge you know is under there. your cheeks sting at the thought of it.

you were utterly shameless. as if the two men standing beside aren’t still talking to you. but they immediately recognize the shift in your attitude and notice the steam leaving your face. gojo stifles a laugh, as geto sighs. you’re hopeless.

your eyes follow the scars you’ve never seen before. the old pale marks catch the light, etched across his side, his pecs, and back, proof of some life before this one. then he turns just enough and your heart stutters, and your panties soak.

ink blooms along his ribs where the towel dips. the tattoos are sharp and intimate, black against his skin that’s still flushed from the heat. you’ve photographed him dozens of times, from every angle, but you’ve never seen a peak of a tattoo.

“how wet are you right now?”

the comment snaps you back, glaring straight at the crystal ocean eyes narrowed in amusement.

“don’t talk to me like that,” you huff, “I’m working.” your attitude really is night and day when it comes to anyone else and toji.

gojo blushes, “I love mean girls.”

you roll your eyes.

“what’re you two doing? get the fuck over here,” sukuna snaps.

the team huddles as the fifteen minute timer starts. and that’s what you should be photographing, but instead you glance back. toji is now pulling up his pants, wet hair still dripping down the expanse of his back. his eyes catch yours for a second, gaze flicking to your camera, taunting…

his hand subtly cups his crotch, squeezing his girth just to present you with a size, one that has your lips parting with a shaky exhale, heart pounding as you glance between his emerald eyes and the way his forearms flex when he fixes the waistband of his boxers, pulling the material down just a bit that you catch more of the thick patch of hair at his base seeing a peak of it, before he’s fixing himself again.

and once he zips his pants up, glancing at the team as they huddle for some words from the captain before coach steps in, toji walks to you. just a few feet away, your eyes widen in surprise, heart stuttering as you watch him lean down to greet you with a kiss to your cheek, again!

he’s acting like you’re familiar even though this is just your third interaction with him…but maybe you are…

“thought I told you to say hi next time,” he says against your ear, pulling away.

your face heats up, “you were….changing.”

“so?”

you gulp, eyes flicking between his, heart pounding. he’s so close. your breath catches when his scent hits your nose, sandalwood, oak and something deeper under it. his stubble is darker than yesterday, rougher along his jaw, and you realize you’ve been staring for too long when the heat creeps up your neck.

he doesn’t move away though, he stands beside you, attention forward on sukuna as he speaks. focused, and so aware of you’re attention he has to hold back a smirk. and maybe he doesn’t mind messing with you, so his hand remains at your lower back, light, almost absent, but there.

your stomach flips, attention gone. you try to listen, you do. sukuna is talking about positioning, about discipline, about not getting sloppy or something and the room is locking in around you, everyone leaning in. these would be great photos—but all you can think about is how close he is.

how his hand hasn’t moved, every small shift makes your pulse jump. you keep your eyes forward. you don’t trust yourself to look at him again.

and that gives toji the opportunity to take you in. his pupils dilate just a fraction as his gaze travels down your body. his eyes zero in on the multiple open buttons of your tight dress shirt. you’re not even hiding yourself, and the sliver of skin that peaks between your pants and shirt doesn’t help.

his hand remains over your clothes, heat settling in his stomach when you take a deeper breath and your tits push up, and his eyes shamelessly look down your shirt from his towering height. fuck, he wants a look at that pretty ass too—

“coach! you’re up!” sukuna’s voice cuts through everything, snapping toji back. your gaze whips with it, catching him off guard as you wait for his next move like anything he touches is gold.

he controls himself, giving your waist that same squeeze before his hand leaves you just like that.

you push down the feeling that hits immediately, sharp and cold. but now you can finally breathe properly when he steps away. he moves past the players without rushing — a few of the boys let their eyes roam over you— toji adjusts his sleeve ignoring the feeling bubbling up when he notices them. and then he’s at the front.

he doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t need to now, but he usually gets to that point around the halfway mark. but this was the first time you’re seeing him speak in private…and when he speaks, they all listen—every single one of them.

gojo notices, gossip second nature to him. but the quick glance your way already has a grin tugging at his mouth before he nudges geto. geto follows his gaze, then sukuna does too, just briefly—and it’s obvious. painfully obvious. the way your expression softens, the way your attention doesn’t wavers. it’s written all over you.

“she’s actually really hot,” gojo comments.

though you wish you could stand there forever, the time finally comes for the team to head to the pitch, and that’s when the chaos begins.

not just on the field…but off it.

the press box is packed, bodies press against you shoulder to shoulder. the field below is relentless. everything fast, and aggressive, and loud enough that the noise bleeds through everything. you always forget how overstimulating and exhilarating semifinal matches are. but you remember the deal you made with the three stars.

your camera moves with them, tracking their plays, snapping multiple shots of them without hesitation, and then catching the moment when things go wrong...

sukuna gets taken down hard during a penalty shot—and there’s no whistle. no call.

you’re already shooting when the other team pushes, then scores, and the stadium erupts, but sukuna is on his feet, shouting. the goal should be discounted. the captain was known to be a hot head, but even you could see that the tackle he received was completely brushed off by the ref and he was right.

everyone watches as the team moves forward in defense of sukuna, but also holding him back. the other side meets them just as hard. the crowd shouts as they watch the players shove, yell, and slam into each other—and through it all you keep shooting. you catch toji too, voice cutting through the chaos as he orders his players to pull sukuna back.

the press talk amongst themselves as halftime quickly breaks up the argument. your feet quickly carry you out of the press box, towards the locker room.

“no locker room access.”

your jaw tightens immediately irritation flaring hot and sharp.

“I have a different badge,” you show the security guard your press ID. the one geto gave you.

“no press allowed, do i need to repeat myself?” the man snaps.

your irritation ticks at your side. fine. whatever. the second you step back, your mind is already running, already circling back to geto. you scoff under your breath, shaking your head as you pace along the corridor, camera swinging lightly at your side.

seriously? all that talk, all that stupid ass convincing, and for what? you were supposed to be there. that was the whole point! you roll your eyes, heat building the longer you think about it, every step feeding into this petty irritation instead of cooling it. were you overreacting —yes, but whatever—if he’s not holding up his end, then why should you?

by the time you make it back up, you’re done. done thinking about it, done entertaining it, done with their stupid deal.

the second half starts and you fall back into rhythm. camera up, focus sharp, and attention on only one thing now, the ball….

gojo and geto drift near the press box occasionally, clearly expecting something, acknowledgment, a photo, but you don’t even bat an eye. not a look, not a flicker, hell, they might as well not exist.

it’s almost satisfying. almost.

the final whistle blows and the stadium erupts, the first leg ended in a draw, preparing for next game to see who’ll continue. cameras around you go wild, capturing every second of it. the quiet annoyance of both teams, the noise in the crowd. but you don’t. you lower yours, expression flat, already turning away. it’s petty. a little unfair, but still, you walk.

“you’re not coming to the locker room?” gojo’s voice follows you, footsteps quick behind yours as you head in the opposite direction.

“why would i?” you snap, sharp, not even slowing. “am i even allowed,” there’s an obvious clip in your tone that has gojo confused.

“what’re you talking about?”

“deal’s off.”

huh?!????

gojo barely has time to react, before you’re walking away.

baffled and utterly confused, gojo makes his way back to the locker rooms. the energy is stiff, sukuna is grumbling under his breath about how embarrassing it was to end their first leg in a draw, geto is lounged beside his bag scrolling on his phone, and toji is in the corner talking to the managers. ugh, does no one care that their personal photographer isn’t taking photos of them???

they do care.

especially when the next paper comes out and the article is filled with photos taken by other people, not you!

“WHY THE FUCK DO I LOOK LIKE THAT!??” sukuna shouts, entire body fumming as they all sit outside during practice. sukuna is not the only one pissed, geto is practically seething because there isn’t even a single photo of him or gojo.

“what is this girl’s problem?! i thought you idiots made a deal with her?!” sukuna snaps, already in a foul mood, but now it’s worse.

geto licks his teeth, jaw ticking, “we did.”

“I told you guys she was pissed that she didn’t come in during halftime,” gojo throws, as if anyone was listening to him after their shitty match.

“so she throws a tantrum because she didn’t see coach’s dick during halftime?” sukuna clips.

“she looked super hot when she was all pissed though,” gojo throws, “she’d definitely go for me after she realizes how old coach is.”

“what’s wrong with you?” geto rolls his eyes, confused how gojo can talk about your looks when you screwed them over. even if he maybe also finds you attractive, it doesn’t negate your shitty attitude.

gojo throws his hands up in defensive, “I’m just calling dibs now.”

toji, just a few feet away, strides over after noticing the group no longer doing drills. “what’s the hold up!” he grunts, also in a shit mood because of the embarrassing match and then overheating what gojo had said.

“your stalker fucked us over,” geto snaps, eyes burning into the school paper. “she didn’t even get a pic of you.”

gojo’s eyes light up, “oh shit, yeah—she’s definitely over you!”

the paper then hits toji’s chest, his brows furrowing as he holds it up. his eyes glance over the sports section, and just as geto had stated, there wasn’t a single photo of him, unless you’re counting the wide shot of the field and you see him standing in the corner, but it definitely was a starch contrast from the streak you’d created.

“so?” toji tosses the paper like it’s nothing, “you guys playing for the cameras or because you want to win?!”

the men baffled, gasp and scoff. “we want to win!”

“then get off your fucking asses! I don’t have time to be doing this shit with you all!” he snaps aggressively, uncharacteristically pissed off, whether it’s because of the teams misdirected frustrations, or something else. either way, the school paper is long forgotten beside their bags and the team is splitting into practice teams.

it doesn’t matter…

it doesn’t matter that you made a deal with suguru geto and satoru gojo. and the captain pushed you to seal that deal with the information about coach — and they broke it. none of it matters! you still should’ve taken those photos, especially when you’re receiving an earful from your editor, and then sulking through the week of classes.

“what’s your problem,” your friend, shoko, cuts in, snapping you back to the campus day festival. you were once again sulking on the picnic bench, ice cream melting in the cup as you stare off.

“you’re gonna get annoyed…” you mutter, brows pinched in agony.

for most passing by, they immediately steered clear of you, not only did you carry a lethal rbf, your words of “agony” really translates to, you’ll rip someone’s head off and if looks could kill, everyone would be dead. it was quite funny, considering how you’re pretty sweet when you want to be, shoko quietly thinks. still, most would rather avoid you, thanking the heavens that you stay behind the camera so you don’t interact directly with people.

“don’t start,” shoko groans, piecing together the not so subtle mystery.

you frown, “i didn’t even say anything!” you whine even more, glaring at your ice cream. your pretty camera sits on the table beside you, collecting dust when you should be photographing this event. “I just screwed myself over,” your tongue laps at the dripping ice cream.

“agreed.”

your glare snaps to your friend, to which she brushes off with a shrug.

“you should’ve taken those photos,” she starts.

“I know…”

“then you would’ve made your editor happy,”

“I know…”

“and then you wouldn’t have to do this event.”

“I know.”

“and you’d have more weird pictures of coach toji.”

your heart drops. eyes snapping to shoko. “what?!”

shoko goes mute. suddenly realizing what she said. “nothing.”

“pictures?” you repeat, “I have weird pictures of the coach?? I don’t—why would you even say that??“ you’re not subtle at all. and shoko feels guilty at your horrible lying skills, but still…she confesses…

“you uploaded photos to your drive, when we’d study together,” she tries to hold in her laugh as heat crawls up your neck, “like more than once.”

you glance away, eyes flicking over your camera, “that’s it?”

shoko raises a brow. “yeah…what do you mean?”

you look back, “like that’s how you know, it’s not like you heard from someone else or anything?”

shoko shakes her head, “no, who else would know?”

your cheeks are burning at this point, and it was written all over your face now. the realization hit shoko in seconds. “no…” you’re silent. “does the coach know about your photos?”

you don’t want to make eye contact.

“how?!!”

even though it happened days ago, why is it now starting to feel even more embarrassing. maybe because of your cool headed friends reaction— “it was an accident.”

“how did he find out though?” shoko pushes.

you cringe, “well…” you swallow, “when I first spoke to him, remember…” shoko nods, “I let him use my camera because he was interested.” you pause, reliving the humiliation all over again. “then he kept swiping to see the pics, and just found them…” your hands slap your face, “that’s not bad!”

shoko is getting second hand embarrassment, “dude.”

“STOP IM GONNA KILL MYSELF!!” you cry out, humiliation seeping from your pores.

shoko is trying not to laugh, but it’s quite hard not too, especially when you’re groaning like that. “what was his reaction?”

“I obviously said it was an accident, and he was like whatever and seemed fine,” you explain quickly, trying to cool the situation. “It’s not bad!”

“okay okay!!” shoko laughs, trying to calm your reaction. however, shoko knows about your huge crush, what she didn’t know is about a deal her two friends made with you. heck, she didn’t even know that you interacted with them. not until those two men are standing directly behind you, sweaty and pissed. “what the hell—“

“I guess you don’t know how to keep your word,” geto spits, bag dropping aggressively on the bench beside you.

you jump, then, your eyes flick over your shoulder, immediately rolling them when you see them. you turn back to shoko.

geto snaps. “there wasn’t a single photo of us!”

“not my problem,” you scoff, attitude returning in seconds, shoko completely used to it. but she’s shocked that you know gojo and geto. “not like you guys even played well.”

gojo’s vein bulges, “we played fucking good, we didn’t lose!”

“you didn’t win,” you shrug, cold.

that’s when gojo and geto both glance up at shoko. shock crossing their expressions. “you know her?!” they both point down at you.

shoko raises a brow, “she’s my friend.”

“she’s a bitch—“ geto spits, just to receive the worst glare of his life from you, but he just rolls his eyes. “how the fuck do you know each other?”

“I just told you she’s my friend. you’re the ones that screwed her over.” shoko takes your side.

gojo gasps, “we didn’t screw her over! she screwed us over! you saw the paper this week—not a single highlight!”

you glance at shoko, ignoring the men behind you, “how do you know them?”

“we went to high school together,” shoko throws with a bored wave.

frustrated, geto straddles the bench facing you, his hand falls on top of your camera, immediately making you snap your attention to him.

“hey—“

“listen. our deal was that you get access and then we get photos, you didn’t finish your job,” he keeps a grip on your camera. shoko frowns.

“you guys didn’t give me access—i got like ten minutes before the match, then I couldn’t even go in during halftime where everyone was pissed, so what’s the point?” you snap, getting in his face.

“the point is that has nothing to do with me!” geto shouts, your eyes pierce his in two, but neither of you back down.

“it literally does though!”

“guys,” shoko and gojo attempt at intervening, but neither of you will back down. especially when geto won’t let go of your camera.

“let go,” you seethe, hand on the camera as geto flexes, grip strengthening around it.

your heart pounds against your chest, the hot spring sun beats over the four of you, sweat building on your neck while geto scoffs. “you better take those photos of us this week—“

“or what?” you glare, “are you seriously threatening me?” you were dripping with ego and confidence, except for the fact that your eyes kept darting to your camera, your poor, expensive, beautiful camera—

“is this your first time being threatened—“

“the fuck.”

the deep, intimidating voice breaks the argument in seconds. geto’s eyes widen as he feels the gravity taken away from him and being lifted off the seat. the collar of his jersey tightens around none other than toji’s brutal grip.

your eyes break into hearts, grasping your camera before it clatters back on the table, glancing up to see geto gripping his coach’s forearm.

“since when do you fucking shout at girls. you?!” toji barks, baffled. sukuna sure, gojo maybe, but geto?!

“I wasn’t fucking shouting, we were talking,” geto tsks, neck red from embarrassment.

toji shoves him back. geto slams on the bench. you hadn’t realized it but they all looked like they just finished practice, geto and gojo both still in practice uniforms and duffle bags, and coach toji wearing his usual black cargos, and that compression shirt that left nothing to the imagination.

geto scowls, rubbing his back in pain.

“you were shouting, that’s why i came over—“

“she was shouting at me!”

“so what!?”

the table is quiet. a few passerby’s glance over before quickly walking away. it isn’t a shock to know how unbelievably hot your face is right now. especially when coach toji continues his stern lecture to geto.

“you’re defending some girl that can’t keep her word, mind you,” geto mutters, flashing you a glare—his breath catches. you’re not even looking at him!! shoko stifles another laugh along with gojo, because you really were, truly, unbelievable.

how can you look at someone like that?!? like he’s some idol?! him! a musty ass college coach?!

but none of it mattered, not when toji’s attention shifts to you!!! a warm heat floods between your legs, as your lips part. then suddenly, you glance away…

“I actually did shout too…” you confess, taking accountability. “and kinda screwed them over.”

gojo, geto, and shoko, stare at you in shock.

toji sighs, like some grown ass man (which he is), his hand settles on his hip as the other scratches his hair like he’s surrounded by immature children and figuring out what the fuck to do with you all. so he decides to confess too…

“i told security not to allow any outsiders.”

your heart drops.

“including you.”

oh shit.

the three audience members immediately glance at you, and what none of them, not a single one, expected, is to suddenly see the your eyes tear up.

toji felt a sharp twist in his gut, eyes widening for a moment, before sighing. “it wasn’t personal.”

your throat feels dry, unable to look away until now. a tear hits your camera. “how is that not personal,” you whisper, bottom lip trembling.

shoko’s brows pinch in hurt, at least out of everyone, she knows how much and how long you’ve liked this man. and then sulking and now— she knows you’re absolutely shattered.

“I needed the team to focus, and you’re press,” he states like some cold fact, and that hurt even more.

your grip tightens on the camera. “but…” your not a stranger anymore…. but you can’t get the words out…your heart pounds loudly in your ears, the heat surrounding you felt suffocating, and your head was growing dizzier by the second. and the only thing spinning in your mind was how fucking embarrassing this is.

“don’t be upset.”

you manage a small nod, though another tear falls on the camera, and your body freezes. “how can i not be upset?” your small voice catches toji off guard.

you’re standing up, eyes hot with tears, walking past the esteemed coach.

“wait,” he catches your wrist, “if you have something to say don’t just run away.”

you’re fuming, your pretty chest rises and falls, the disappointment turning into built up anger, “I don’t have anything to say right now, and it’s stupid—“ your hand twists in his grip. “let go.”

he does.

you’re practically heaving, tempted to turn away, especially when the dryness in your throat gets worse. the stinging behind your eyes burns like hell as you try to rip your gaze away from the towering man. you really are stupid…

toji wets his lip, head tilting as if disinterested, but the cooling in his chest says otherwise. why does he have a weak spot for women?

“we can talk.”

his words hang in the air. a silent, open invitation for her. it’s a clear sign of his guilt for making this cute college girl cry. he was too blunt, forgetting she isn’t one of his boys.

your hand comes up to the bridge of your nose, quietly recentering yourself as this older coach watches. your shoulders rise with a deep exhale, then inhale.

pull yourself together…

you nod. cute.

you swallow the embarrassing lump in your throat, clearing your throat. “can we talk while walking…I have to work,” your usual clipped tone used for everyone except him, comes out, but he can hear the slight shakiness.

“sure.”

gojo, geto, and shoko are left in utter shock. it’s not until you and toji completely disappear into the crowd, do they slowly exchange looks.

“what…”

“the fuck,” geto finishes shoko’s sentence.

gojo stares baffled, “did we just set them up?!”

geto’s brow jumps up, “why is he always saving her like some knight?? and he was the one that screwed us all over!!”

gojo shakes his head in agreement, “nah for real, what the hell, blaming us but it’s all him.”

geto slouches back in the picnic table, rolling his eyes. “still,” he tsks, “she didn’t have to be so bitchy and not take our pictures. isn’t it her fucking job—“

“hey!”

“ow!” geto feels a slap upside the head from brunette, her eyes harsh. “what the hell!”

“don’t call girls bitches what’s wrong with you?!” shoko huffs, baffled by geto’s attitude.

gojo snickers beside the man, “he’s been like this since he met her.”

“I haven’t,” he grits, rolling his eyes at the thought of you. “she’s just a—she just gets on my nerves.”

“really because she reminds me of you,” shoko cuts him off. geto’s eyes widen, as gojo breaks into a loud laugh.

“WHAT?!”

“oh god BAHAHA she does!” gojo’s obnoxious laugh sounds like knives stabbing his ears.

shoko hums, “she has that rbf look, intimidating, very blunt, but also so cute with her friends.”

“cute?” geto frowns.

gojo smiles, “it comes out when you’re hanging out with ussss.” gojo and shoko dramatically strike a cute pose. geto tsks.

the campus was packed with students and faculty roaming to booths and small events. it was the university’s 102nd anniversary, and as memorable as it is for the students to enjoy the activities during this nice spring day, you couldn’t bring yourself to give a shit.

not only did your editor scream at you all week, still pissed about the shit photos you took during the match, he also threatened removal if you didn’t take good photos during this event. and now, after sulking with shoko, then procrastinating some more, you decided you’d be able to take such fanatic pictures while your idol and crush trails beside you….sure.

toji lets out another sigh, hands in his pockets as he stands to your left watching you snap some shots of laughing students beside a booth.

“it’s not a big deal,” you mutter, behind the camera. toji notices the twitch in your fingers. “I overreacted, so it’s whatever.”

toji wets his lip, “sukuna and a couple others jus’ get jumpy with cameras.”

you hum, looking at the photos you just took. “I understand.”

“I didn’t know about this deal you did with geto,” toji admits, hand instinctively coming to your waist and guiding you away from some unaware boys shouting and laughing. your cheeks flush, stepping away from his hand. toji notices. “we didn’t have a good game anyways.”

“I know, so it whatever. not a big deal,” you sigh, heat crawling up your neck. this is so embarrassing, so embarrassing! ugh you really don’t know how to keep a cool head at all when it comes to this coach. you overreacted during the match, then blamed geto for screwing you over, then almost cried because the coach locked you out on purpose, and now—

“I feel bad.”

your heart stops.

toji glances at your manicured nails holding your camera, your cute necklaces dangling on your exposed chest, cleavage glistening from the heat. but then his eyes flick up, and you’re staring at him like he’s holding the entire world.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset,” his voice is softer, gentler, nothing like how you’ve heard him for months, shouting, harsh. your stomach heats up, face stinging.

his hand, unexpectedly, comes up, feeling your hair between his fingers. “you work hard, and all your pictures come out so nice…” the compliment hits your heart. “but I couldn’t risk the boys getting distracted.”

your face suddenly twists, lips pursing and jutting out just a bit, your brows pinch. your dewy makeup makes you look like a fucking doll, he thinks. “I was jus’ gonna take photos in the corner, not interview them,” you reply harshly.

“you saw how they are when they talk to you,” he cuts in. your brow quirks, noticing his sharp inhale. “sweetheart, you’re hot.”

your face bursts into flames, pupils turning to literal swirls, and brain getting fried in seconds.

what?!

your reaction was priceless. toji controls his smirk, thumb brushing your adorable cheek, glancing at your glossy lips then your eyes. “I know you’re a professional, but most of those boys aren’t, y’ understand?”

you nod, cheeks sizzling, you’re surprised his thumb isn’t burning.

“so you see why I couldn’t allow you in the locker room then, and i won’t next time,” he watches you nod again. god, you’re fucking precious.

then, your tongue wets your bottom lip before speaking… “are they the only ones that would’ve been distracted?”

shit. can a grown man really pop a boner that fast?

toji’s chest heats up, glancing between your pretty eyes filled with hope. this isn’t the first time a younger girl has crushed on him, and it also isn’t the first time he’s nice to one. but what really got him, is the way you’re maintaining eye contact, almost afraid to look away, and you’re holding your ground against him.

“no,” he admits, “they’re not the only ones.”

oh. your lips curve into a smile toji hasn’t seen before, and his hand flexes in response. you look like you’re going to eat him alive right there, and he’d let you, no questions asked—

“that’s good to hear,” you pull away. you touch your heated cheek with the back of your hand, wetting your lip as you glance over the coach’s flushed face. “your cheeks are red.”

what?! his eyes bulge, catching you off guard as you break into a loud laugh.

“tch,” he looks away, his own hand rubbing down his face. it really is burning out here. but even so, his emerald eyes look through his fingers at this pretty college girl laughing at him and he doesn’t know why his chest warms at the sight.

“I can buy you ice cream. I feel bad now that you had to explain yourself when I was just being the unprofessional one,” you start, already leading him to the nearest ice cream booth.

your camera hangs over your shoulder as you point to your favorite flavor than glance up at him, he points at the cookies n cream. “oh! I love cookies n cream,” you say, reaching for your phone to pay.

ding.

your eyes widen as toji pays instead.

“wha—it was supposed to be my treat, man,” you huff, accepting the cone he gives you, hand on your lower back as he guides you away from the booth. neither of you batting an eye to the multiple people gawking at the renowned coach of their soccer team, walking around with the hot, rude, student photographer.

“as if I’d let you pay,” he snorts.

your brows pinch as you take a lick of your ice cream, the cool sensation leveling your body temperature. your eyes narrow at him as he enjoys his ice cream, grateful to have something that cools the heat building up under his skin. “so not fair,” you mutter.

“how come?”

the two of you walk across the quad, sun still beating down.

“I wanted to use it as an apology,” you say, “I said that.”

“you don’t need to apologize,” he shrugs, casual, unbothered. you huff again. this time toji smiles, scar twitching up. “you can pay next time.”

your heart skips a beat, stomach doing a stupid flip.

“….next time.”

toji catches the smile behind your cone, his eyes trailing over the ice cream coating your tongue, your pretty hand wrapped around the waffle as your bracelets clank around your wrists.

“there’s other things you need to apologize for,” he coolly says, finding a bench and dropping his weight, eyeing you as you sit close beside him. unashamed.

your brow quirks, eyes narrowing, full body facing him, “what other things?”

toji shrugs, “we can talk about it next time.”

“but I can’t just be left in suspense, that’ll give me anxiety?!”

toji snorts, loud. his big tongue is finishing the ice cream so quick he’s already eating the cone. “don’t be anxious,” he says with his mouth full.

you tsk, rolling your eyes, and you don’t notice the twinkle in the older coach’s eyes. he can definitely see geto’s point about your attitude, but if he leans over—

your eyes go wide. stomach flipping.

he takes a bold bite of your ice cream, emerald eyes shut, and thick lashes kissing his flushed cheeks. your heart feels like it’ll break from your ribs, then, he opens his eyes. he doesn’t pull away yet, instead his tongue cleans his lips, humming in low delight. the heat around you wasn’t helping your own body temperature as it skyrockets.

“taste’s sweeter than mine,” his voice his huskier than before, catching you by surprise, and the heat pools between your legs.

“i—“ you can’t even form words! your eyes won’t tear away from his lips, and your chest is moving erratically because he’s so close.

“do you want a taste of mine. I took a bite without asking yo—“

his words cut the minute your lips press against his.

shock prevents him from reacting, eyes going wide. you gave in so quick, sure he was teasing, but still. he could feel the certainty in your kiss, along with the warmth, and anxiety. after a long ten seconds you pull away—

you pant against his lips, chest rising and falling, brain scrambled. “i jus’…” your heart is beating loudly in your ears. mind trying to keep up with what your body just did. you kissed him. you kissed the coach. the one you’ve been idolizing and photographing for months—

“we can do it again.” his free hand tilts your chin up, lips hovering over yours again. his breath is warm. “kiss me.”

you do.

this time you’re a little bolder. your lips connect with his, soft again, sucking his bottom lip, skillfully. slowly. he brushes your jaw with his thumb, humming in delight just like he did with the ice cream. but the sound goes straight to your core. completely unbothered by the rowdiness of the uni day activities around you. your free hand rests on his thigh, leaning more into the kiss.

“open,” you murmur against his lips. you can feel the the shit-eating smirk that breaks his face, groaning just low enough to make the heat furiously spread under your skin.

then, his lips part.

his tongue immediately connects with yours. caressing the wet muscle. he tastes the ice cream, delving a little more. it was just so easy taking control, and your little whines are too sweet for him to stop. his jaw opens wider, taking the lead as you follow. his hand cups the side of your face, unexpectedly possessive, ignoring the alarms sounding off in his head.

you had a crush, you’re fucking adorable, and you kissed him. plus, you make these cute sounds when he shoves his tongue against yours, thumb pressing into your cheek. how could he resist?

your grip against his thigh tightens, his back is pressed fully against the bench, while you were practically leaning over him, trying to swallow him whole.

“breathe,” he mutters, lips hovering close, waiting for you to inhale. his scar quirks up, you’re so cute. his thumb brushes your cheekbone again, eyes glancing between your fluttering lashes. “if we keep kissing, I’ll have a problem.”

your face burns, eyes darting down to the tent pressing up near your hand. and unlike toji, you let your second ice cream of the day melt and fall to the ground. you were a mess. you carefully lean back in your seat, the sudden space between you allowing you to take another deep breath. being near coach toji is intoxicating. it’s not that you didn’t feel like yourself, but you definitely throw all common sense out the door when he’s in front of you.

“are you staying to see the booths and stuff?” you clear your throat, trying to ease your erratic heartbeat.

toji finds it cute. his hand once cupping your face, slides down to brush the hair off your shoulder, fingers brushing the multiple earrings that dangle from your piercings. you’re much more stylish than he is…your accessories, the cute tank top that hugs your breasts, and embroidered low rise flared jeans.

“nah, gotta drive back home so i can take my son to practice.”

toji eases, not a single thing can bother him. it was a routine, the subtle throw away line about having a son that scared off many young women, or had them wanting a one night stand with the older dilf. so his eyes flick over you, the second he finishes his sentence.

your freeze.

your blood runs cold, eyes flicking down to his ring finger.

even if you’re looking, you know he isn’t married. you know. you’ve been photographing him for months, and not a single time have you ever seen him daunt a ring on his finger.

“there’s no one waiting for him at home?” you question, wetting your lip.

toji’s fingers slide from your earrings to the dried ice cream on your chin. “nah, if I’m late he’ll go to his friends house.”

you nod, anxiety slowly dissipating. “how old is he?”

“ten.”

your eyes light up, “my nephew is just a year older, that’s when they get really fun to hang out with,” your voice is so light and sweet, toji has to shove down the weird somersault his stomach does.

“really?” toji is not convinced. “all my son does is give me attitude and bully everything i do.”

you laugh, waving your hand, “yeah they get super opinionated, but it’s funny—trust trust he’s just doing it because you’re an easy target.”

“I’m an easy target.”

you nod, waving a hand again, “your his dad, my brothers and i were the same to our parents.”

brothers? toji doesn’t comment how that peaks his interest, but he naturally asks, “how many siblings do you have?”

“three older brothers,” you nod.

damn….toji hums, that explains your attitude and how you can handle geto’s bitchy moods. what also quietly settles in his mind is how your oldest brother would probably be around his age, considering your nephew is a year older than megumi. is that why you’re easily holding a conversation this long…maybe the age gap isn’t that big then…

“they were so freakin bossy, definitely why i pushed to dorm away from them,” you huff, toji zoning back into your rambling. it was cute watching you talk mindlessly, hands waving making your bracelets clank against each other. the sweat glistened across your skin, making you look eternal, which is amusing since you’re just talking.

but still, toji is the one to lean up this time. his hand settling on your waist as a anchor and he presses a firm kiss to your warm cheek.

your glossy lips part in shock, heart stuttering again. unbothered, toji casually stands up, towering over you as his hand gently settles atop your head. “i have’ta get going, but I’ll see you next week for the match. I’ll also let em know you can come in before and after the game, but not during halftime. okay?”

you nod.

“I’ll see ya’ sweetheart.”

and with a wink, he solidifies the fourth arrow straight through your heart.

—

it was very likely that your entire week looked like sunshine and rainbows, all because you had a full on make out session with your idol on a park bench. you couldn’t bring yourself to care much about anything else—well except for your job. you had to scramble to get photos after toji left, afraid of staying on your editor’s bad side.

luckily you pulled through, and convinced him to keep you on for the semi final match this coming weekend.

which leads you to your current blissful state. watching toji speak to the team in the locker rooms. unlike last time, you grabbed different shots, smiling every time toji glanced at the camera, but frowning any time any of the other boys looked.

“surprise surprise, couldn’t stay away too long,” gojo coo’s after the team breaks to finish changing.

“don’t bother me or I won’t take photos of you,” you throw, eyes flicking up at the tall man.

gojo pouts, “but I’m just talking to you,” his words drag.

geto is scowling a few feet away, jaw tightening and relaxing, until he finally comes up to you. your attitude shifts, eyes narrowing up. geto holds eye contact, chest rising with a subtle inhale. but once he exhales, his shoulders ease, and his eyes close, the fakest smile you’ve ever seen graces his naturally attractive features.

“I’m looking forward to seeing your photos after the game.”

your lips purse, brow quirking. “yeah…”

geto leaves. shortly after, the team gets called out. gojo utters the same line geto had just said, but much more cheerfully, all while toji walks up to you. brow furrowing at the two athletes as they walk towards the exit.

“they still bothering you?”

your eyes light up the moment you see him. “s’ fine,” your pretty lips pull into an easy smile, unexpectedly warming the coach’s heart. is it that easy to smile because of him?

“I’ll tell them to fuck off again,” his voice is naturally deep, hand subconsciously roaming up to the strap of your camera.

you smile, “okay.”

god, you’re really cute. his hand cups your cheek, leaning down and easily locking lips with you.

you’re immediately caught off guard, but his hand is so firm on your cheek, you just melt. your lashes flutter shut, leaning in more. he’s so big and tall. your cheeks sting, humming against his lips, trying to fight off the butterflies in your stomach. but it’s worse when he pulls away, and your heart leaps into your throat as he brushes his rough thumb against your lip, dragging the spit across the plumpness.

“I’ll c’ya after.” he winks.

you barely feel your feet when you step back out onto the field. your camera in hand, strap tight around your neck, everything exactly where it should be, and still, your entire body is giddy.

toji….toji toji toji—

you press your lips together, trying to fight it down, but it’s useless. your mouth keeps twitching, threatening to break into a smile and you can’t help it! he kissed you. twice now! like it was nothing—

you snap a shot.

sukuna’s first goal. the team and stadium erupts, and you’re already capturing it, body moving before your thoughts can catch up. you don’t need your editor screaming at you this time, so you shift angles, crouch lower, shoot through. geto lines up for a penalty shot, and you catch that too. the strike, the follow-through, and the way the net snaps back as the ball hits. you don’t miss a second of it.

but…inevitably…your lens drifts…to him. you can’t help it!

toji’s on the sidelines, where he always is. his sleeves are pushed up again, pacing, shouting, running a hand through his hair. you catch the flex of his arm, his biceps bulge and you feel heat pooling between your legs. you catch the drag of his palm across his broad huge chest, the set of his jaw when gojo almost tackles into another player.

you shouldn’t be taking this many photos of him. you know that, but you take them anyway. your chest feels tight with every picture, cheeks still burning, and your smile impossible to get rid of.

halftime comes and goes, and you don’t even try to get into the locker room this time. instead, you linger with the rest of the press, nodding along to conversations, camera hanging loose in your hands. you don’t care. not really. not when your mind keeps replaying it—his hand on your face, the way he looked at you after, the wink.

the second half starts and you’re back in position immediately. getting more action shots of the players—ugh but you keep stealing other moments too…small unnecessary ones. his biceps when he folds his arms. the scratch of his chest. the tilt of his head as he watches the field.

your thoughts don’t stop. why did he kiss you? why did he kiss you again? what is that supposed to mean? is he going to kiss you again??

the spiral doesn’t fully come to an end until the pitch breaks out into celebration. the team is off to the finals!

managers and the rest of the team flood the pitch as the stadium breaks out. you do your best to get the best shots of the team together, and you stay after to capture them talking to journalists, and press. unaware of the coach that slips away.

you follow the team and a couple managers back to the locker room as they continue celebrating. you can’t help the smile about how happy they are, they played well.

“how was the match?” geto corners you quickly.

“good,” you nod casually, fixing your flash. “you guys played really well.”

geto’s brow quirks. that’s nice….his lips purse. “I scored.” he mutters, glancing at the multiple piercings on your ear as you tuck a hair behind it.

“yeah, it was a nice shot,” your eyes flick over your camera before glancing up to meet his eyes, testing, “you wanna see?”

his eyes narrow again, “no.”

he’s quick to ignore your eye roll, as he points over his shoulder. “coach is calling for you.”

you can’t control the way your head whips to geto, then following the direction he’s pointing at. you don’t hesitate, your legs carry you across the locker room, and into the steamed shower room.

your heart hammers against your chest, putting the lens cap back on your camera and carefully sliding it off your shoulder, afraid to step further in until you put it back in your bag.

a single curtain is closed. shower running.

“coach toji?” your voice echos.

there a beat of silence, then…

“that you, sweetheart?”

you flush. controlling the smile that breaks your face as you hum, “yeah.”

the shower is still running, steam collecting in the room. your heart is beating erratically, you barely register anything aside from the fact that coach toji is definitely one hundred percent fully nude just a few feet away. his clothes are laid on his duffle on the bench beside the door.

“sweetheart?”

you jump. “yeah?”

“you gonna come in?”

you blink. again, then once more. then— “WHAT?”

your screech bounces off the tile floors, making you shrink at how loud you are. but it was a normal reaction. he just asked you if you wanted to come in? how else would you react—

“leave your things by my bag,” he doesn’t even react, like what he’s saying is the most casual kind of flirting. the kissing was one thing, but this…

your camera is zipped back in your bag, and in seconds, you’re peeling your panties off standing completely naked in the middle of a shower room. goosebumps break out, necklace and bracelets still on as your nipples harden.

what’re you doing, seriously?

one, this is highly unprofessional (whatever). two, you haven’t even gone a date with this man. and three, w-why would he even ask you to come in?!?! does he like you?! he does—he has too—

your bare feet pad against the steamed tiles until you reach the curtains. your hands won’t stop shaking, face burning hot, and lips parting as you let out a shaky exhale. then, you slowly pull back the curtains—

“come in before someone sees you,” is what you hear just as you’re being dragged into the steaming water, curtain pulled closed behind you.

the steam wraps around your skin instantly, thick and suffocating. your pretty nipples perk up in seconds. and standing right in front of you is the 6’5 two hundred pound man. water cascading down his body in slow, steady streams. you don’t even realize you’ve stopped breathing until your chest tightens, and your hands hover close to his forearm.

you’re so close.

your gaze is eye level with his broad solid chest, rising and falling slow and controlled like none of this affects him. like you standing in front of him naked is something he expected. but your too dazed to care. especially when you follow the droplets sliding over his muscles, catching the shallow lines as you continue going lower, and lower. the heat pools more obviously between your legs as you see the thick patch of dark coarse hair…then you see it.

your face burns hotter, stomach flipping hard making you even dizzier.

his cock twitches under your gaze. your knees almost buckle just at the sight. it’s huge. you have to suppress a whine, lashes fluttering as you feel a strong hand cup your chin.

“say hi first,” his voice is unbelievably deep, tearing your gaze away from the monster between his legs. his dark forest green eyes sink into you.

“hi.”

shit. he bites back a groan, eyes trailing down your naked body. nipples already perky and standing all pretty for him. his hand comes up, cupping the side of your face as he leans down, lips colliding with yours.

you whine immediately. your lips move together, tongues colliding as your hands slide up his muscular chest, feeling the deep ridges of his abs as he holds the side of your face, dominating the kiss.

it was overwhelming, the shower box, his body heat, his cock touching your thigh, it was all making you dizzy in the best ways possible. he pulls away, letting you catch your breath, but he stays close, brushing his lips over yours like it’s not enough. because it isn’t.

“did anyone see you come in?” he husks, hand still cradling your face as the other brushes your naked waist, pulling you closer. your skin is so soft under his palm.

“no,” you shake your head adorably, tongue poking out to wet your lip, “I don’t think so.”

the older coach hums, his hands freely roaming your side as he nudges your nose with his. “good,” is all he adds before he resumes the heated make out.

your tongues collide and caress, jaw falling slack as you moan a little louder when he grips your ass. groaning into your lip when your arms lock around his shoulders, wet chest pressing against his. you were such a sweet tasting girl.

his hand nudges your thigh. “jump.”

you gasp when he easily picks you up, back already pressed against the tiled wall. the hot water cascades down his back as he continues kissing you. “were you mad at me?”

you pull away, breath hot as you glance at his features. he’s so handsome, your hand cups his face, pushing his drenched raven hair back. “why would I mad?”

“because I kept ya out during halftime.”

you shake your head, lips curving as you trace his wet eyebrows, chest rising and falling. “no,” you drawl, wetting your glossy lips again. “I was jus’ confused about how much you kiss me.”

his scar tugs up, biting back a smirk threatening to break free. “you kissed me first.”

“that one time.”

“you started it,” he leans close, lips brushing yours, “so you can’t blame me for getting hooked.” his eyes are lidded. “it’s really hard for me to break bad habits.”

this time you kiss me.

you’re so unbelievably hungry for this man’s affection, you can ignore all the blaring red light going off in your head. he’s so hot, he’s so big, and he’s so fucking sexy! your mind has been completely and utterly fried and you don’t care.

“fuck, you’re dripping,” toji husks, his finger collecting your juices from your pussy, groaning at how turned you are. “kissing me makes ya feel that good? your cunt always dripping like a fountain?”

“yeah-aah—“ your lips part as he shoves a finger inside. he groans against you, chuckling at the choked whines leaving your pretty lips, your nails dig crescents along his shoulder.

his lips trail down your neck, tongue flattening against the wet skin and licking until you squirm a cute whimper. his smirk is impossible to hold back. he sucks a dark bruise as another finger pushes in your fluttering hole.

“c-coach—“ you gasp, lips so wet from spit. you try to look down at his fingers pistoning inside you. every muscle on his body flexing, keeping you up like you weigh nothing, while fingering you against the little shower wall. “fu-fuck, I’m gonna—cu-uhm—“

it really is too much for your obsessed brain.

coach toji’s fingers are inside you. he’s kissing you like he’s hasn’t pleasured a woman in years. and his groans are going straight to your pussy—

“I wan’…coach—“ your whine drawls a little longer, thighs shaking, and arms locking around him, head falling to neck.

the older man chuckles close to your ear, voice deep and husky as you fall apart, in his arms. hugging him like he’s your savior. his fingers curl, slowly pumping you through your orgasm. “that was quick. my baby hasn’t cum in awhile?” he says as a matter of a fact, but you just hug him closer, lips pulling away to trail kisses up his neck. your fingers coarse through the back of his head, grasping them as you kiss the corner of his mouth.

“it’s b’cause of you, toji.” you kiss his scar, panting as he pulls his fingers out and lifts you up suddenly, hooking his arm under your knee.

“you want a good fucking princess?”

you nod frantically, cheeks dewy and stinging, as you glance over his face then his chest, then you feel his cock between your slick folds.

“it’s a big stretch,” he mutters against your lips. “you saw.”

you nod, nervous stirring at the way he’s preparing you. but you don’t break away. you doubt you physically can, when your mind is only screaming his name over and over.

“I can take it, coach,” you nod, determined.

“you’re so fucking cute,” he snorts, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he kisses your lips in quiet reassurance. “ever take a cock this big?”

you shake your head, water droplets falling from the tips of your hair. your pretty necklaces still wrapped around your neck, all wet and glistening between your perky breasts.

“it’ll hurt,” he strokes himself underneath you, thumb running over his tip multiple times before lining it with your pretty clit and teasing you. “then you’re gonna cry.” you gulp, nodding along. “then you’re gonna tell me to stop—“

“I won’t!”

he snorts. “it’s okay if you do.”

you shake your head, “I won’t I’ll be okay. okay coach? I can take it, I wan’ you inside me. please.”

the tug to his heart is immediate. how can it not be when this cute hot girl is begging him to fuck her? but he can’t even formulate this emotional string that’s tying him to you. the only physical response coming out is this fucking erection that feels like the most painful shit he’s experienced, twitching after he first spoke to you and then again when you kissed him. surely it’s disgusting….an older man like him getting that quickly turned on…

but maybe it was the way he’s only felt this tug in his chest one other time in his life, and even if it didn’t end the way he wanted, he never regretted pursuing his baby mama.

so he’s all in right now.

“deep breath, sweetheart.”

you inhale sharply, just as toji pushes his engorged tip past the tight rim of your pussy, and you suddenly clench—

“shit!—“

your eyes widen, “I don’t feel anything,” you mutter, glancing down to see his ears burning a deep shade of red.

“your cunt squeezed me too early and shoved me out,” he wets his lips, as he crashes his lips against you. “relax, baby,” he husks.

you whine against his dominating mouth, lower body relaxing as he lines up again and the moment you ease up, he snaps his hips in.

“angh!—“

your jaw slacks, and he continues kissing, groaning at the unbelievable tightness that’s squeezing every corner of his tip.

“Mmm so warm, took me in good,” he groans, rocking his hips and grabbing a handle of your ass. “you’re gonna make me feel good?”

you nod, lips connecting with his, it’s messy, teeth clashing, spit mixing.

toji’s guttural groan echos through the shower, bouncing off the tiles as he rocks his hips, going in inch by inch, until he’s finally shoving his entire length deep inside your cunt with one mean thrust.

“fhuck—“ he chokes, jaw slacking as you clamp around him again. “full?”

you nod, brain scrambled as you glance at your tummy, cheeks stinging at the obvious bulge. “keep going,” you pant, securing yourself better as he grunts, pulling out and snapping his hips back.

it was mind numbing, toji holding you up with his strong arms hooked under your knees, hands gripping each ass cheek as he ruts into you like a beast in heat. the squelch and clapping was deafening as it bounced off the walls, the steam enveloping you closer as your whines flow right into his ear.

“nghhh—gettin’ me worked up,” thrust. “when you squeeze me,” thrust. “with this tight.” thrust. “fucking.” thrust. “cunt!”

his massive cock is stretching you in ways you never could’ve imagined. his blunt tip slams into your cervix with every thrust. your thighs shake, eyes filling with unshed tears as your nails dig into his tough skin.

“m’ s-sorry—haah ah coa—ahh! it feels s’ fuhh—fuh’me ple-easee—ahh!” your pretty lips were so glossy, drool coming down as water droplets fall from your pretty breasts with each vicious slam of his hips.

he was unforgiving. and his laugh like groan didn’t help your pussy from fluttering and tightening around his chubby cock. you can feel every thick pulsing vein and ridge. it was numbing your brain to mush. your fingers curled into his hair, tugging as he gives your ass a mean, violent, spank!

“angh!” your eyes bulge, a wave of heat crashing into you.

toji laughs, gripping your ass as he quickens his pace. “admit it,” he husks, voice condensing, and eyes dark with lust. “this is what ya’ wanted.” you’re falling apart around his cock, and he’s not slowing down, even as the tears finally break, making you look even more irresistible. you’re gasping like you can’t breathe. “you always wanted the coach to fuck you. taking those dirty photos of my bulge—nghh!” thrust. “imagining how big my dick is.” thrust. “how big is it baby, tell me.” thrust!

you were fucked dumb.

your face is flushed, eyes glossed over, as you whine like a full blown slut. and even with your two orgasms in a matter of minutes. your mind was still screaming one thing: toji.

“c’mon baby, I know you’re still with me,” he snorts, ears red, and body flushed with sweat as he feels his climax edge closer. “tell me—fuck—how big is it?”

your stupid brain catches his words, and your fingers dig into his neck as you gasp and moan, the stimulation of his massive cock slamming into you was ruining you. mentally and physically. it was humiliating. but still…

“haah—fuh its’ it’s so big— i wan’ you to cum in me! please —wan’ your cum so bad, wanna feel your big fat cock cum inside my pussy toji—ahh!”

anothet sharp spank takes your breath away.

toji is at a loss.

his grunts grew louder and thrusts sloppier, until finally, he gave you one final thrust, and stilled. his ass tightens, body pressing you into the tiled walls, face buried in your neck, and teeth sinking into your shoulder. toji completely unravels in the shower, holding up a pretty college girl that whines so beautifully in his ear he thinks he’d never cum this hard again, but sure enough—

your adorable whine has him rutting shallow thrusts into your pussy, like a fucking dog. his cum pumping out as he continued stuffing you full, purposely milking out ever drop as his dark wet pubes rubbed against your puffy clit.

you both catch your breath. your lashes wet from tears, as the water from the shower head fills the silence. after a moment, toji pulls away from your neck, his lidded eyes, hypnotizing as he stares up at yours.

you don’t know why you suddenly feel shy. your cheeks burn as the emerald irises bore into your own. lips parting, and a gentle hand coming up to his cheek. you brush back the raven hair flattening against his features, smiling softly when his full face comes into view.

and he could’ve sworn you looked like an actual angel at this moment.

your eyes twinkled above, face illuminating in the dark shower, and body glistening like you’re an eternal being.

“toji…” the soft call has his heart doing something it hasn’t done in years. and that has his soft cock twitching inside you. “I’m,” you lean closer, arms wrapping around his shoulder, lips hovering near his, breasts smushed against his chest. your confidence comes back the moment you feel the man lean closer..but you continue. “I hope you don’t think…i wanted to have sex…just because i thought your dick was really big.”

toji blinks.

then he does the worst thing ever.

he laughs.

your cheeks sting, watching his head fall back in loud laughter. your hand flys to your face, embarrassed. “I’m being serious!” you yell.

toji laughs louder, body shaking as he lifts you up, his cock slipping out. he carefully sets your shaky feet down on the wet tile. the height difference returns, making you even more ticked off, your little attitude was oozing out, and his slick cock couldn’t help but twitch against his thigh at your pouting.

god, you’re fucking hot.

he brings your attention back to him. hands cupping your face, tilting your head to look up at him. your brows are pinched together, and lips pulled in a subtle scowl.

toji smirks. “don’t worry, I know you also took pictures of my face.”

you flush, rolling your eyes. “those were accidents.”

“so you just wanted pictures of my dick?”

your eyes widen, “no! i told you they were all accidents.”

toji clicks his tongue, leaning down to your level, making your tummy flip “you’re fucking cute, but let’s not lie to adults.”

“I’m an adult though,” you raise a brow, pushing back, and god if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever.

but still, toji’s easygoing smile remains on his playful lips, “it’s embarrassing. i understand,” he softens the blow as your face heats. it was humiliating when he found those pictures, “taking photos of the coach like that. but now’s the time to take some accountability.”

you lick your teeth, eyes boring into him, narrowing. but it’s toji. toji is asking. and you can’t hold back any longer…

you exhale, glancing away, even though he’s still cupping your face. “yeah, obviously I took those photos on purpose,” your eyes meet. “happy?”

water is still running down his shoulders as he keeps your face tucked carefully in his hands like you’re something precious despite the grin threatening to split across his face again.

but then toji smirks. “ecstatic.”

your eyes narrow immediately, “you’re so annoying.”

he huffs another laugh under his breath, quieter this time, thumbs brushing over your heated cheeks. standing this close to him is ridiculous now that the adrenaline’s settling. he’s huge. his broad chest still damp against yours, muscles flexing every time he shifts, towering over you while you stand there completely naked except for the necklaces you’re wearing. the little gold chains glisten under the shower head, delicate against flushed skin, and toji’s eyes flick down to them for a second before returning to your face.

that look in his eyes makes your stomach tighten all over again. he knows he’s not trying to be mocking, or casual like before. it’s fondness.

“those shots were real creative, sweetheart,” he says, voice rougher now. “nice and close too.”

you groan, immediately trying to shove his chest, but he barely moves. “oh my god, can you let it go already?”

“can’t,” he answers easily. “been thinkin’ about it for weeks.”

your face burns hotter. weeks?!

toji watches it happen in real time, watches the attitude crack just enough for embarrassment to slip through, again. and it does something terrible to him. you’re sharp with everyone else—cool, hard to impress. he’s seen it. seen the way you brush off gojo and geto without a second thought. but with him? you melt.

even now, glaring up at him with your brows pulled tight, lips still swollen from kissing, legs trembling from the multiple orgasms, trying so hard to stay irritated while your body keeps betraying you. it’s fucking adorable.

“don’t look at me like that,” you mutter weakly.

“like what?”

“like you know things.”

his grin widens instantly. “but i do know things now.”

what proceeded after was the thirty something year old coach, dropping to his knee and lifting your leg up, burying his face between your legs like a starving man. your lips part in shock.

but still, as toji works your pretty body to another orgasm, tongue shoved inside, cleaning this little pussy up, jaw slack as he gulps down his own cum. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging whenever he’d give your clit a mean rough suck, cheeks hollowing. his hand, grips your ass from behind, squeezing and slapping as he pleased, until you were falling apart.

afterwards, he cleaned you up. this time with some soap. his big hands roamed your body, every crevice and curve, hands massaging your breasts as he had your back pressed to his chest, chuckling when you’d whine. thumbs tugging playfully. hand rubbing between your legs, head tucked in your shoulder as he watches your smaller hands hold his forehead, face hot.

“toji,” you whine, embarrassed, as he teasing a finger against your hole again.

“what,” he smirks, watching your reactions, “I’m jus’ cleaning you up.”

he’s a fucking perv. but still, he teases you through the whole shower, keeping you close to his body and even letting you wash his back, admiring the muscles and ink that decorate his skin.

eventually, he steps out first, keeping you inside so he can grab an extra towel. his own wrapped around his waist.

that was the start of all of it.

three months later….

you and shoko are sitting out in the quad. table covered in assignments and forgotten laptops. all while you explained to shoko how your weekend went.

“no, we definitely got along. megumi is so cute!” you gush about the ten year old, describing how your first meeting went. toji had spoken about you enough to prepare megumi, waiting until the right time to introduce you both.

and now, you’re going to every single one of their soccer games, toji and megumi’s.

and eventually, after another hour passes by. a group of athletes comes walking down the path. covered in sweat, holding their duffles, and behind them is a very hot coach, already breaking into a smile when you jump up.

“toji!”

it was a routine. your arms thrown around his shoulders, as he lifts you up with one hand. zero regard for any pda, as he kisses you deeply. smiling as you hum, pecking him over and over.

“why do you guys look like that?” shoko grimaces, looking at gojo and geto who look far worse than the rest of the team that leave.

geto scowls, glaring at his best friend, “fucking coach overhead him again.”

shoko shakes her head, rolling her eyes, at the white haired idiot. “you need to stop—“

“it’s been three months and she’s not over that old man?!”

“he’s not even that old!” shoko defends.

but gojo scowls harder, glancing over his shoulder at you laughing and talking, hands animated, like the man in front of you was holding the world. “it’s always the mean girls.”

shoko frowns, “you’re messed up in the head.”

but even geto narrows his eyes when toji wraps a possessive arm around you, glaring up at the two players.

it was clear as day.

you’re his.

a/n: this was LOONG overdue, mb guys!!! but i hope you all enjoyed it!!! ahhhh i love coach toji sososososo much—like its a serious problem, i cant make reader behave normally when its toji, like she has to be obsessed with himmm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“but—“

you stop yourself, biting your cheek.

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

kissing your temple.

then your cheek.

then the corner of your mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he smiles. “indulge me.”

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

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

“well?” you snap.

“well what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“so I’m not your favorite?”

fhuck.

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

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

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

“mr. toji?”

“yes?”

“i wanna quit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yes?”

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

“doesn’t it feel good?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what’re you—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuck is that supposed to mean?”

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

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

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

your eyes seem to light up, “anything?”

he traces your jaw, humming with a nod.

“strip.”

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

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

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

“it’s your game,” he smirks.

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

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

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

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

toji bites back a pathetic moan as he watches silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuck—watch it,” he grunts hoarsely.

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

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

he’s so fucked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuckin’ christ—baby haah!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“only girl.”

he snorts. not mockingly, but in teasing agreement.

“only girl, eh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you hum, choking slightly as you hug him tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“nmah hah t’ji! Angh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you hum gently.

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

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

toji hums.

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

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

“i don’t wanna quit,” you confess.

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

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

“is that a question?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“but—“

you stop yourself, biting your cheek.

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

kissing your temple.

then your cheek.

then the corner of your mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he smiles. “indulge me.”

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

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

“well?” you snap.

“well what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“so I’m not your favorite?”

fhuck.

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

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

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

“mr. toji?”

“yes?”

“i wanna quit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yes?”

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

“doesn’t it feel good?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what’re you—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuck is that supposed to mean?”

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

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

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

your eyes seem to light up, “anything?”

he traces your jaw, humming with a nod.

“strip.”

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

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

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

“it’s your game,” he smirks.

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

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

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

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

toji bites back a pathetic moan as he watches silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuck—watch it,” he grunts hoarsely.

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

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

he’s so fucked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuckin’ christ—baby haah!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“only girl.”

he snorts. not mockingly, but in teasing agreement.

“only girl, eh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you hum, choking slightly as you hug him tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“nmah hah t’ji! Angh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you hum gently.

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

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

toji hums.

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

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

“i don’t wanna quit,” you confess.

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

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

“is that a question?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

toji didn’t know how mean it was, but he started paying attention to his son’s rants just recently, only because nine times out of ten, he’ll mention his homeroom teacher. the one that called him in earlier in this year after megumi got into a fight.

it was bothersome. kids fight. for heavens sake, that’s his job, however, when megumi came back with a note insisting that his parents come speak to her, and not an assistant or nanny, is when toji dragged his ass from the gym to his sons little middle school. toji never really bothered with megumi’s school life, occasionally asking if his grades were up and listening when the boy rants a couple times about his idiot friends.

toji wasn’t negligent, he obviously cares deeply about his son, hell, his son is the only thing he cares about. so of course as his only provider, he needs to take care of him, give him the best life he could ask for, especially knowing how toji grew up, he only ever wants the very best for his only child. in other words, he doesn’t have much time to visit his son’s school all that much because of his very demanding career.

anyways, megumi was waiting by the front of the school, as toji walked up. sitting beside him was the same pink-haired kid that was always over at his house. his eyes brightened when he saw the fighter.

“hi mr. toji!” yuuji was definitely toji’s biggest fan.

“kid.” the acknowledgment was enough for yuuji to smile even brighter. “where am i supposed to go?” toji’s hands were deep in his pockets. he didn’t even bother changing out of his sweaty gym clothes, and he still had some bandaids wrapped around his knuckles.

megumi glanced up, eyes narrow. “did you even shower?”

“you said 3:30.”

“it’s 4 now.”

toji stared blankly. “show me the way or I’m leaving.” megumi stood up, yuuji bouncing up to follow too.

“hey mr. toji, you should’ve showered,” yuuji says walking backwards, his hands behind his head. toji raises a brow at his smug attitude. yuuji shrugs, continuing on. “ms. l/n likes things that smell good,” he says raising a finger. “like flowers, and chocolates and candy and maybe the ocean, and she’s really pretty, so if you smell sweaty then she’ll probably be upset.”

idiots, toji rolls his eyes. “well it’s too late now.” yuuji shrugs, looking at megumi who shrugs as well. this peaks toji’s sudden suspicion. since when was megumi aware of things like that?

toji watches as megumi and yuuji skip up to the door labeled 6C. they peak through the door window before swinging it open.

“hi ms. l/n!” yuuji shouts.

there’s a distant laugh, as toji follows the kids inside. “what’re you still doing here?”

oh shit.

toji felt like time stopped, and a wave of pink and fuzzy flowers hit him.

you were sitting cross legged at the desk as yuuji leaned over the table, and megumi leaned against the board beside you. both boys so naturally in their element it almost felt like you knew them better than he did. which might be true.

his eyes rack up, not really knowing what to say. he’d met megumi’s teachers in elementary school, but none of them looked like this. he didn’t say anything for a moment, until your eyes perk up catching him standing by the door.

“oh, you must be megumi’s dad,” you quickly stand up, your dress naturally falling perfectly, as you extend a hand out for him. “it’s great to finally meet you.”

your eyes were as bright as your voice, looking directly into his dark emerald eyes, it threw him for a loop. he glanced down at your hand before gently grasping it, his hand easily dwarfing yours.

when he touched your hand, there were noticeable callouses on his palm and fingers. you knew who he was, but you also knew that it was your job to take care of these kids. he studied your skin for a moment, noticing how smooth it was. he tried to keep his touch light somehow hyper aware now of how clammy his hands are, and that he probably stinks.

“likewise.” he replies, his voice deep and a bit raspy, matching his appearance.

you turn to look at megumi and yuuji by your desk, it gave you a momentary chance to catch your breath as you feel how warm your cheeks are. “okay boys, go wait outside, I need to talk to your dad alone.”

yuuji sighs dramatically, but the two hum walking away, but megumi briefly stops beside you, his eyes saying just enough for you to understand. toji raises a brow, but megumi ignores him, disappearing outside. brat.

you motion toji to sit at one of the desks in front which he obliges. the material of his black sweats stretch over his thighs as he sits. why the hell are you even taking note of that! this is harder than you expected.

you sit at your chair, your dress rests right above your knees, it wasn’t the kind of dress he sees on the women at his matches. it was an adorable little sun dress that fit a middle school teacher, yet it was still tight around the waist and breasts, hugging you so well he so desperately wanted to press a hand right on your tummy to see how big his palm was compared to you and yet he found himself getting irked that he definitely smells bad. fucking brats were right, he should’ve showered.

“megumi is a sweet boy. he’s very smart and soft-spoken,” you praise, “however, he also doesn’t seem to understand that we should keep our hands to ourselves. especially at school.” toji nods along, thankful he can keep his mind distracted from his son’s surprisingly attractive school teacher, “I think I wrote on the note, but he got into a fight with the upperclassman boys during lunch and he gave them both black eyes. we’re lucky he didn’t break their noses.”

his arms are crossed over his chest, his black compression shirt stretching around his large biceps, your mind blanking for a moment as you see the thick veins. you should have dress codes for these meeting because his arms were so beautifully structured, definitely for fighting and for—

toji nods at your comment. he knew megumi had a habit of getting into fights with older kids, but maybe having him as a father was rubbing off on him in the wrong way.

“I can imagine gumi was defending himself. he usually gets into fights when they’re messing with him.”

“I understand defending yourself, but causing these upperclassmen to bleed from their mouths and noses and sending them to the hospital is highly unacceptable,” your brows pinch as you speak. you’ve heard comments from the other teachers about megumi’s father. his whole life is about fighting, but you had to get through to him about his eleven year old son. “I understand things may be different at home, but megumi should learn that this isn’t the right way to solve problems.”

your eyes were so big and adorable. he leans back in his seat slightly, he had a hard time thinking anything else other than the adorable expression on your face. you were determined to get your point across, and the way your brows scrunched slightly had him reeling.

“I’ll talk to him about it,” he hums, voice low. He didn’t like being told what to do, especially when it came to megumi, but he’ll concede. just this once.

your eyes seem to light up immediately. you definitely expected that to be much harder than it was. his other teachers have said they’ve tried tooth and nail to get meetings with megumi’s dad but failed.

“that’s great!” you laugh lightly. “I was expecting a little more of a fight.” you confess.

he raised a brow, tilting his head slightly — fuck that was hot. “and why would you think that?”

“most parents get defensive,” you stand up, fixing your dress again, his eyes glance over your figure again.

“well I’m glad I’m not like most parents,” he leans forward. he’s seen his fair share of women, but this time it felt wrong. ogling at your figure and seeing your slightly low neckline felt like it was forbidden territory. who was he kidding, you were his son’s teacher and you definitely look much younger than the other teachers around here. “how do you like teaching?”

you tilt your head in surprise, gaze slowly wandering around the classroom walls. “it’s nice.” you smile to yourself. “i never took myself seriously, and would’ve never thought I’d be teaching middle schoolers, but now that i am it’s nice.” your eyes find his again, blushing slightly when you realize he never took his eyes off you.

“I wouldn’t have expected a pretty young girl teaching a bunch of bratty middle schoolers though.”

your cheeks flush at the compliment, laughing lightly. “most of them are not so bad.”

“most of them,” he raises a brow, making you laugh a little louder. his heart souring at the sound.

“they can be pretty mean sometimes,” you confess with a laugh, almost like you’re talking to a friend now. he lets out a low chuckle, leaning back in the chair, stretching out his muscular legs as he relaxed. normally he hated parent-teacher meetings, but this was much more comfortable than he expected, especially since it was you in front of him and not some old lady nagging him about his son’s behavior.

“I don’t doubt that.” he said with a slight nod, “I’ve gotten my fair share of glares and insults from gumi.”

your eyes widen. “megumi? really?”

he quirks a brow, “is it that shocking?”

“yes!” you’re pressed against the front of the desk, leaning forward as you hold the edge of your desk now, shocked. “i mean he gets into fights with some of the kids, but he’s always so respectful to the teachers.”

he raises his brow, “he might be respectful, but that could just be because it’s you.” his eyes follow the way your expression softens, fixing yourself on the desk. every little move you make catches his attention. it was addicting just watching you be you. no wonder those two brats were all over you. it should be criminal for a woman like you to be stuck as a teacher. “I can’t imagine anyone being mean to you.”

it was so easy pulling a smile from you, and yet he felt like he was the only one that should see the way your eyes dart away from his, pretending like you weren’t affected by his compliments. you were trying to stay professional, which made the idea of getting you flustered more appealing.

“you’d think,” you manage to respond. “middle schoolers are moody kids. they’ve definitely made some other teachers cry.”

he chuckled again, making you flush a little hotter just by the sound. it was so low, and you hate to sound like a stupid girl, but it was manly. you’ve seen your fair share of attractive parents, but there was just something about this man in particular that set your heart racing, but he’s also a very well known athlete, even though you haven’t seen any of his matches. everyone probably reacts the same considering he’s basically a celebrity.

“and have they made you cry?”

his dark green eyes were intense, and you met them with a light hearted smile, resisting the urge to absolutely melt. “no.”

he let out an amused sound at your answer. “not even once?” he teased, his smirk widening slightly. “not a single kid has ever been able to make you cry?”

you lean back on the desk, absolutely letting every single guard down as your dress rises a couple inches up your thigh. it felt so natural speaking to him. maybe subconsciously knowing exactly how he’s looking at you right now gave you more confidence.

“maybe I’m lucky, or I’m just not sensitive.” you glance up at the ceiling for a moment. his jaw clenched slightly, his eyes taking in the fat of your thighs just imagining the thought of pushing his body between your legs, hands grabbing at the flesh as you lay flat on your desk. do school teachers wear shorts or only panties underneath…

your eyes suddenly light up. “one kid a couple weeks ago got mad at me for giving him detention and he said i only did that because I’m not married so I have no reason to go home. that hurt my pride a bit.” you laugh.

“damnn, that’s pretty cruel.” but he doesn’t miss a second to add. “not married, really?” he hums. “no husband waiting at home for you?”

you laugh shaking your head. “no, definitely not. I’m just a baby.”

and he couldn’t help but feel relieved hearing you say that, the idea of someone else coming home to you didn’t sit right with him. “boyfriend then?” he asked, eyes burning into you. he wanted to know that no one else was there. he honestly didn’t know why he needed to know so badly, it would’ve been better if you did have someone, that way he could control himself. and yet just the thought of that made him nauseous. if there was someone else hearing your laughs in private, making you smile, kissing your lips, touching your soft skin—

“nope, just me.”

thank god!

“that’s hard to believe.”

you roll your eyes at the flattery. “no seriously. maybe that’s why I’m okay with this job taking up all my time.” you laugh, trying to mask the slight embarrassment, because you don’t exactly know if you’re being judged right now. you’re still in your early twenties, it’s not that hard to believe that you’re single—

“if it was up to me, I wouldn’t let you teach all these kids if you were single,” he’s looking at you intently.

your cheeks feel warm as you watch him sit straight, but you egg him on. “why?”

he looks at you as if you’d just asked a stupid question. “nothing,” he stood up. you were beautiful, sweet, and speaking to you right now, he’d be an idiot if he didn’t think other students dads were thinking the same lewd thoughts he was having right now. the teacher their students love is an absolute catch and she doesn’t seem to like being a teacher that much anyways.

so many taboo lines could be crossed. “so your dream is to teach kids?”

your lips part in shock. you hesitate. “no. but it’s not bad.” you feel slightly offended, almost getting defensive right now. does it show that you’d rather have a different occupation? you love these kids but…

he raises a brow, stepping in front of the desk, hands deep in his pockets. even though you were leaning against the desk, having him standing in front of you just made the height difference even more obvious. “then what is your dream, sweetheart.”

you bite your cheek, heart beating a little quicker, not even fully processing what he called you. he smirked when you accepted it, too focused on his question—

“how much longer!?” the loud yell startled you both. you stand up straight as you look over at megumi and yuuji by the open door. toji nearly forgot they were waiting. almost wishing the brats were kidnapped. his eyes dart away from you, a scowl forming on his face.

“we have practice, dad”.

he let out a light huff, his eyes darting back over to you for a moment before focusing his gaze on the two kids.

“go wait in the hallway,” he huffs, he wanted to hear what you had to say.

“it’s fine. we’re finished.” you hop off the desk, smiling gently at toji as you resume your role as his son’s teacher. he resisted the urge to push back because the way you were looking at him immediately had him submitting. “it was great finally meeting you, and thank you for coming in today, mr. fushiguro.“

he gave a slight nod, the eye contact overwhelming, so much so that you had to look away.

“now i already spoke to you megumi, and you’re gonna listen, right?” your sweet voice was absolutely mouth watering.

megumi grimaced, biting his cheek as he avoided your gaze until a rough hand landed on his head. “he better, I’ll make sure of it, teach.”

toji’s wink sent a flustered swarm breaking inside you. your cheeks stinging as your eyes go wide. a glint sparked in his gaze at your reaction.

yuuji lunged as well, wrapping his arm around megumi’s shoulder. “don’t worry ms. l/n, I’ll keep megumi in check!” his loud boisterous laugh made you laugh, especially when megumi elbowed him, grumbling about how he always needs to take care of yuuji, not the other way around.

toji let out a scoff as the two boys playfully argued with each other, megumi always seemed annoyed by yuuji, but they both knew how much they cared about each other. so instead, toji grabbed them both by the collar, dragging them to the door. the two boys were kicking each other, but the weight of the two twelve year old boys was nothing to toji, and you couldn’t help but laugh as a small heat spread across your cheeks as his large form retreated away from you.

“till next time. and ya better have an answer then,” his eyes bore into yours, the sounds of the boys looking up and asking what answer repeatedly didn’t stop you from humming, a little more energetic than you should be. he somehow had a way of breaking past your walls in a single conversation. hopefully that doesn’t make you seem easy…

“that’s if I ever you come again,” the small tease had a smirk pulling at his lips. somehow the idea of not seeing you again actually bothered him more than he realized.

“we’ll see about that.”

and with that he left. dragging the two boys who continued bickering and grabbing at the man, asking what that whole exchange meant. especially megumi who was wondering if he was in trouble or not.

however the second he left your sight, you were covering your face. your face beyond hot as your mind spun. never before had a parent had this sort of affect on you.

the way he looked at you.

the way he spoke.

he was so attractive, he was so big, his biceps were the size of your face. so beyond different from every other parent you ever spoke to. he could probably pick you up with one arm.

his presence alone was enough to have you feeling dizzy. and when he shook your hand, the way his wrapped effortlessly around yours, the calloused palm rubbing against you, his scent invading your nose.

and if that wasn’t as bad as it already was, the way he called you sweetheart had you absolutely melting between your legs!

but you have to get over it. you do.

however, unlike you, toji sits on the bench on the soccer field, only thinking about how he’ll see you again. when is parent teacher conferences, do they still have parents night in middle school? is there a talent show megumi has that he can force him to do so he can come and see you??

—

the following week, megumi stands frozen by the door. “what’re you doing?”

toji looks up, shoes tied. “dropping you off.”

“why?”

“because.”

“because why?”

“because—because—“ toji’s stuttering was ticking him off as he meets megumi’s very skeptical expression. “you’re a kid, you don’t ask questions.”

“I only ask questions,” megumi grabs his bag, watching his father intently as he looks over his surprisingly clean dress pants, along with the casual lose buttons on his dress shirt and rolled up sleeves. “i thought you were gonna be at the gym all day?”

“i am.” toji pauses, megumi’s brow is raised high. “I have a meeting before.”

“since when?”

toji’s nerve throbs, grabbing megumi’s bag and pulling him out of the house. “you ask too many fucking questions.”

the moment toji pulls up in front of the school, his eyes scan the entire lot in seconds. his hands immediately turning.

“what? what’re you doing?! Im gonna be late,” megumi shouts as toji drives around the entire school again.

“zip it kid, i had an arm spasm.” megumi glares at his dad, slouching in the passenger seat. the loop around takes another five minutes until they pull up again.

and toji will definitely lie and say it’s fate and not him purposely driving slow, because walking up the pavement is the only person he’s been thinking about for the entire week.

“finally,” megumi grumbles as he yanks the door handle swinging it open. toji being the fein he is barks a loud.

“no fights alright!”

megumi flinches.

why did he yell that?! and why now?! all the kids around start snickering and staring as they walk past them, getting a look at his dad as well, which gets a few more murmurs out.

megumi slams the door shut, pissed as he glares at his father. but that’s when a certain young teacher comes along, toji’s eyes lighting up.

“good morning, megumi,” your sweet delicate voice had megumi flushing with embarrassment. you definitely came over because you heard his dad shouting like a crazy person, and not because all those little middle school girls were ogling at megumi’s father…

“good mornin, teach.”

the low rumble of his voice had you glancing up. there was no harm in coming to say good morning. you just met with him last week, it would be impolite if you ignored that.

“mr. fushiguro,” you acknowledge, and that definitely made the man’s entire day. megumi licks his teeth in annoyance. “it looks like you both talked.” you glance at megumi with a gentle smile causing the boy to smile up at you. toji snickers. practically leaning over the passenger seat to speak to you. he knew that he was being ridiculous, but he could care less.

his smile widened as you looked up at him, his eyes staring intently, fuck he missed those eyes. “we did. gave him a good talking to, he won’t get into any fights — unless they start them.”

he leaned over the wheel, his arms resting against it, causing his shirt to tighten around his biceps. he looked good, you felt your face heat up. you should leave, and yet you find yourself staying a little longer.

fantasizing about him was one thing, but seeing him again here was making your heart race.

“i hope you guys weren’t late to megumi’s practice the other week.”

megumi is about to answer until toji cuts him off, ignoring megumi’s annoyed glare. “we weren’t, don’t worry. megumi and the other kid—“

“yuuji.” megumi mutters.

“they’re always late on their own.”

you laugh under your breath, your hand falling gently on top of megumi’s head. “are you sure it’s not because you’re taking them there?”

he huffed leaning back, “positive, besides the meeting we had was important”.

you hum, “it was.” toji smiles, eyes lighting up as he draws you closer to the passenger window as you both continue speaking not even realizing megumi has slipped away and into the school.

toji loved the way you easily spoke, the way your sweet voice filled his ears. he somehow managed to have you walk around the car to his side, so he can show you something on his phone.

your smile lights up when he shows you a picture of a three year old megumi sitting on his shoulders after he won his first title in light-heavyweight.

“oh my god, is that megumi, he’s so cute.”

toji snickers. “ya it was before he turned into an annoying brat.”

“don’t say that,” you laugh. toji’s arm was propped on the windowsill, your scent flooding his senses as you leaned close, looking at the picture. he could practically feel your soft skin touch his arm, the heat radiating off your body. if he only knew his son’s teacher was a seductress. “you look so young too.”

he chuckled again, “this was probably around 10 years ago. do i look that old now?”

you shake your head, turning to look at him. “no, you don’t. I don’t see any grey hairs.”

“is that the only indicator?” he tilts his head, staring at you so intently that you can’t break eye contact either. the green eyes were so deep and overwhelming, you felt your stomach flutter with butterflies. you feel the heat crawling up your neck because you can see that he looks older and more mature here than in the picture. but he still has a youth about him that makes your skin hot.

his eyes are still as beautiful as they are in the picture.

“you think my eyes are beautiful?”

your eyes go wide. “wha—“ you feel like a schoolgirl now, your face feeling so unbelievably hot especially when he leans a little closer, still leaning his arm on the window. now staring right up at you with his face so close to yours.

“i just…” never before have you been so tongue tied. your eyes so big as they glance everywhere in the car, heat flooding your ears.

his laugh fills your ear as he leans back into his seat, his palm gently coming up to fix your hair, thumb brushing your cheekbone only to get your attention back to him. “don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t tease you too much.”

whaaaat?!

you were dumbstruck. did he just say that?

your skin feels so hot as you fiddle with your necklace trying to cool down. “how kind of you.” you sarcastically remark, trying to save some face as you feel his hand continue caressing your cheek.

if any parent or teacher saw what was happening you have no idea how you would explain yourself, but you didn’t even have time to think about it because toji’s phone suddenly went off.

you notice his jaw clenching, making you somehow swell with pride, but also relief because he turns his attention away from you to his phone, answering.

he stares up at you, hand not leaving your cheek as he listens to the shouting on the other end.

where the fuck are you! you were supposed to be here at six! you’re not on a bender right—

“I was dropping megumi at school—“

doesn’t he take the bus?!!!

“he asked. I’ll be there —“

NOW!!

“alright!” toji hangs up aggressively, and notices that you’ve stepped back, a smile pulling at your lips.

he tsks, upset he’s no longer feeling your warm skin. “our conversations are always interrupted.”

you don’t know why him looking dejected makes you dance inside. you’re definitely reading too much into it.

you hum, “they are.” you laugh lightly, which somehow makes him want to descend into the heavens. “I should also head inside, the bells about to ring.” toji is left speechless as you fix your bag on your shoulder, offering him the most precious smile ever. “I’ll see you later.”

he just sat there and nodded, watching you walk into the school. he let out a long breath when you disappeared through the doors. his heart was hammering in his chest and his ears were hot.

this woman was going to be the death of him.

what followed after was no surprise. toji was dropping megumi off and picking him up every. single. day.

megumi definitely grew to despise it because all anyone would talk about in school now was how they saw his dad this morning, or how he came an hour early to pick him up. what made things worse is that they told their parents, and some would drop their kids off just to catch a glimpse of the famous A-list athlete. some even having the gall to ask for a photo or autograph.

what toji didn’t realize though is that he’s not going to see you every time. sometimes he’d wait a little longer in the car line to see if you were coming up, but most of the time he’d get yelled at by another teacher to keep the line moving. megumi would often rush him after school to get him and yuuji to practice. it was frustrating. especially when toji was also getting an ear full when he’d come to the gym late.

but when he would see you, he’d flirt talk to you. and just learning more about you like these were little dates to him so that you occupied his mind every single second of every hour. he finally learned your age after pushing you to answer when you graduated high school. and then some more about your favorite food. but all these conversations would last less than five minutes because you’d have to run back inside and he’s have to head back to the gym to train.

that was all before his golden ticket came in with his son.

“a field trip?”

megumi hums sitting on the bench at the gym. “ya, just sign it for me. yuuji wants to find some turtles at the beach near there.”

“ya its gonna be so much fun!” yuuji jumps beside him. both kids not bothering to talk about the history behind the location of their school trip or any of the important stuff—

toji’s eyes widen. “it says they need chaperones for the boys.”

megumi looks up, brow raised. “ya so?”

“is your dad chaperoning yuuji?”

megumi feels a weird energy surround his dad, his eyes almost look manic as yuuji shakes his head still playing on megumi’s Nintendo. “nah he’s taking choso to look at colleges.”

toji feels jittery, and nothing is stopping him now.

—

your hand was struggling in your bag as you looked around for your keys. it was getting a little late and you didn’t like staying at the school after sundown. you push the doors open. a large figure comes at you making you scream.

“It’s just me!” toji laughs, you hit him with your bag. hard. “ow!” he laughs harder.

“what the fuck, that scared me to death.” you gasp, catching your breath. toji whistles, making you glance up, annoyed.

he has to hold in a laugh. “aw come on, it was an accident.” a smirk slowly forms on his lips as you huff out a sigh, reluctantly easing up. you were so damn cute right now.

“you should know not to sneak up on women at night,” you huff feeling how hot your cheeks are, slightly embarrassed about your reaction, but still annoyed.

he smirked, watching the way you tried to fix your hair.

“sorry sweetheart,” he said in a low mumble. he could see your flushed cheeks, it made you look just so adorable right now and he almost wanted to make you more flustered.

your body tensed as he knelt down in front of you. his shoulder brushed against your leg making your cheeks flood pink. his hair looked damp, and unkept, he probably took a shower before coming here. you got a whiff as he passed down. fuck he smelled so good, but you almost missed his raw scent the first time you met.

toji could practically feel the heat radiating off your body as he picked up your keys. you must’ve dropped them when he came outta nowhere. he stood back up, towering over you, his eyes never leaving your face. he felt his smirk widen, he leaned down, your faces now a few inches apart. he felt your hands shake as he placed it back into your small palm.

“thanks,” you mutter. It was like he was stealing each breath out of you. you weren’t even registering the questions you should be asking, because you couldn’t stop looking at his face. his deep green eyes, the hypnotizing scar on his lip. he was so addicting to look at. you wanted to know what it feels like to kiss him.

he liked the way you mumbled, your voice sounding so incredibly soft. he felt his body grow hot. something slowly building up inside him, because damnit you were so unbelievably cute right now. he had to resist the urge to pull you closer, to press your body against his, he wanted to—

the door suddenly clicked behind you, making you both jump back for a second. it was just one of the janitors, you smile politely bidding him goodnight as you turn back to toji.

“sorry um—“

cursing inwardly at the disruption, he took out the paper from his pocket and handed it to you.

“megumi’s field trip.”

“oh,” you take the paper, “you could’ve waited until tomorrow and megumi could’ve brought it in.”

he shrugged, his eyes practically burning into yours right now. “maybe I just wanted a reason to talk to you.”

you freeze momentarily, well that was blunt. you rub your cheek, laughing lightly. that’s when you notice the additional document attached to the note.

“wait this is just for…”

“chaperone’s.”

you look up.

oh fuck me.

the days following were absolute chaos. well only for you. every night you went to sleep all you thought about was the fact that toji fushiguro was coming on a school trip with you. when you were in the shower you thought about him, when you walked to the grocery store you thought about him. when you were packing your bag, you thought about him!

then it finally came.

DAY 1

the entire seventh grade was going on the trip. it was also your first time chaperoning on an overnight trip so you did your best to follow your superiors leads. every teacher was assigned one parent chaperone to help on the 4 hour bus ride and then…

“I’ll go with ms. l/n,” toji didn’t even wait for himself to be assigned. your eyes go wide. you don’t notice some of the other teachers were looking at you. one of the older teacher’s who was about to read the assigned list pauses…

“oh mr. fushiguro, we had you assigned with—“

“I’d rather stay with my son’s bus. is that a problem?”

you bite your cheek. it definitely would be a problem since the contract he signed stated that he’ll be assigned the group given to him, but that is also if you’re not a celebrity as big as him.

he knew damn well that he was breaking a rule, but he couldn’t have cared less. he wanted to sit with you, he wanted to be near you, he needed to be near you. and if that meant he had to be a bit of a dick, then that’s what he had to do. he sat down on the bus, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched you place your bag on the seat beside him across the aisle.

you stood at the front of the bus as you clapped your hands twice and the students mimicked you, well not all, but most.

“okay guys, I’m just gonna say one more time. We’re gonna have 4 stops for bathrooms, so please use them when you have the chance so we don’t have a delay. okay?”

he watched you intently as you spoke to the students, his eyes not once leaving your face. you looked beautiful and he had to force himself to stop staring at you. but he couldn’t, not when you were so close to him, he could also smell your flowery fragrance that made him slightly dizzy.

“I’m going to do roll call one more time, raise your hand and answer when I call you,” you start reading your list. once all the students respond, the bus starts up and you take your seat. you couldn’t ignore him either, so you turned to toji. “I’m sure you read the email, mr. fushiguro, but I’ll just go over some really quick things with you since we have the time—“

“toji.” he blurts. you pause for a moment but then nod. you begin going over procedures for the students in case of an emergency, also how he should keep his ringer on in case a student needs to get in contact.

however the more you speak the less and less he cares about these formalities and just wants to know more about you.

“so we’ll be together for most of the time?” he asks.

you pause, your lips part for a moment. before you hum, “yes, but that’s if the students have all successfully made an itinerary with their group, since the purpose of this trip is to give them responsibility and just complete the assignments throughout these 3 days.”

“then shouldn’t we make our own itinerary?”

you laugh shaking your head, “no I don’t think so. we’ll tag along with groups here and there.”

he pouts slightly, his smirk slowly disappearing from his face when you chuckle at his idea. and you find it slightly flustering to see him upset at your response. did he seriously come on this trip to be around you? there’s no way?

he hums, shifting in his seat once more. “but the students will be all broken up into groups, isn’t that right? I’ll find something to do.”

you didn’t know what he meant by that, but the bus ride continued. it was quite enjoyable, minus the screaming that you had to continuously go back to silence. megumi came up a couple times asking for chips from his dad, and Yuuji would always come up to the front, until they just decided to sit up with you and some of the other kids came and joined as you all laughed and played. it was funny playing mafia with a bunch of middle schoolers. toji never played it before so it was amusing hearing nobara, one of the other girls, and megumi explain it to him.

“let’s just start playing!” yuuji whines, growing impatient.

toji raises a confused brow in your direction and you stifle a laugh, shrugging.

it was funny hearing nobara narrate the story, and it was even more funny when toji and you opened your eyes. he gave you a confused look.

‘we are the killers’ you mouth trying not to make a sound to not give yourself away.

and still he managed to give himself away since the first person he killed in the game wasn’t his son and it was common knowledge among the students that you either make megumi a killer, or doctor, if not you kill him right away because he always manages to end the game in two rounds because he guesses who everyone is. which was exactly what happened. toji was voted off easily and you in the next. it was impressive.

the students continued playing, they had a lot of energy, toji was even more impressed how fast you were keeping up with all of them. you also were getting some work done of your own. answering texts from other teachers.

“Okay guys, last bathroom break!” the students all file out, pushing past you as they run to the bathrooms, some heading to the little convenience store. “calmly guys!” you shout after them. you put your hands on your hips, your eyes scanning the desolate rest stop.

toji comes up behind you, “are we first or last?”

you look over your shoulder, “last, mrs. tanaka said they were able to miss the traffic we hit.” you frown scrolling through your phone as you check the messages that most of the buses already arrived at the hotel.

toji leans down, his presence overwhelming as you feel him reading your messages.

“are you worried?”

“what? no,” you close your phone, forcing out a smile as you pat his arm. woah! your cheeks flush feeling his large biceps. your hand retracts when you realize your hand actually stayed on his arm.

his tongue pokes his cheek, trying hard not to smile, because he can already feel how hot his cheeks are. “you can keep your hands on me, I don’t mind.”

your face burns. “i—I’m gonna use the bathroom.” you quickly scurry off, glancing back watching toji lean back on his heels stuffing his big hands into his pocket as he smiles back at you. fuck!

the students bring you back to reality as they fool around in the rest stop. you call the ones in the store as they load up the bus. “toji?”

he looks up at you, his green eyes so attentive you wanted to pat his head. you flush at the thought, patting a grown man’s head, as if he isn’t older than you and has a child. “can you check the boys bathroom? we’re missing two.”

toji hums, his hands come out of his pockets as he walks to the bathroom. your eyes track his large figure as he walks away. the expanse of his shoulders made your cheeks flush, imagining what he’d look like shirtless, muscles moving under your palm as he rails into you.

ahh stop it! you cover your face.

“ms. l/n, are you okay?” nobara is staring at you with a weird look.

“wha-yea im fine, hope on the bus,” you gently push her towards the bus which she immediately skips onto. you follow suite doing another head count before two other boys run onto the bus followed by toji.

he sighs, “one of them was throwing up.” your eyes grow wide, “he’s fine, i think he’s just sick of the long ride.”

you immediately move to the back of the bus to speak to the student, he allows you to bring him to the front of the bus so the motion sickness isn’t as bad. eventually the bus continues, the students fall silent. the traffic horrendous, most of you end of falling asleep, and that includes you.

only a few students were awake, but as for the rest they were dead silent. the seats were slightly uncomfortable, but toji turned to look at you.

he notices the way your head bangs against the bus window, his eyes squinting as he grows more and more concerned you’ll get a concussion, that’s a little dramatic, but still, how could you blame him, you looked so delicate. he gently moves the bag in the seat beside you and sits down. he carefully lifts the arm rest and moves his hand to cup your head. he’s careful not to disturb your sleep when he puts his coat between the window and you.

well that is until you shift your body to rest your head on his shoulder.

toji feels your body relax, sleeping peacefully on his strong shoulder. your soft breaths like music to his ears, as he rests his head back. sleep not coming easy for him he stays awake, and watches over the bus in your stead.

another hour passes until the bus comes to halt. the day now night as the kids start to wake up. you’re still fast asleep, and toji couldn’t help the swell in his chest seeing how heavy of a sleeper you are. but he should probably wake you up, but he couldn’t bring himself to, not when he’s seeing your calm features resting so adorably.

“we’re here!” yuuji’s loud yell like a morning alarm.

toji flinched, suppressing an angry bark when you stirred awake from the call. you sigh softly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you wake up.

a low whistle has you blinking. the first thing you see is toji looking down at you with an expression you can’t quite read, and then standing around is some kids as they simultaneously ooo and laugh.

“teach was sleeping on mr. fushiguro!”

“teach and mister sitting on a treeee K I S—“

the taunting kids make you roll your eyes as you sit up.

“everyone back to your seats!” you huff, shooing them as you stand up, only to see the large coat slip down. he catches it, eyes boring up at you.

“sleep well?” he smiles, and it absolutely breaks your heart, this man!! you internally scream, his green eyes and the twitch of his scar, the dark black hair over his eyes had you meltinggg. and the way he’s looking up at you, an immediate blush takes over your entire body.

“mhm,” you reply softly, and his eyes glint with something you have to turn away from.

you do another roll call before getting off the bus. the kids flood into the hotel and luckily some other teachers waited for you and helped with rooms for the kids. everyone was sent on their way and you felt a relief once you unlocked the key to your room, closing it behind you—

“teach.”

you whip around to see toji standing at the doorway, holding the door open with his strong hand.

“yes?”

toji’s eyes fell to your lips, back to your eyes, pretending like you didn’t see that, but you did. “you left this on the table,” he says, extending your packet of the schedule. you really must be tired.

“oh! thank you, oh my god, that would’ve been sooo bad if I lost that,” you laugh, taking the packet. but he doesn’t let go. your brows crease adorably as you look up at him. and he’s looking at you with that look again. “mr. fus—“

“if you need anything else, let me know. okay?” his firm request sent flutters breaking inside you. you nod, and he lets go. “good night, sweetheart.”

“g-good night.”

you watch the door close, until you feel your hand reaching out and then your body is coming out as you call him. he barely took a few steps as he turns at your voice. “i uh…” what’re you doing? why did you even call him? but you’re hypnotized by his presence, you almost didn’t want him to go. what’re you talking about? you’ll see him in the morning—

“gonna finish your sentence, honey?”

you mentally slap yourself. “it slipped my mind. nevermind. goodnight.” you disappear back to your room, missing the smirk that splits the fighters face. fucking adorable. it was on the tip of your tongue.

the next morning was packed, the students came down for breakfast, they were placed in their groups and the entire class went to mandatory orientation, then to a museum as they filled out packets, before lunch came and it was finally free time. the students all splitting into their groups and exploring the small historical town. yuuji led megumi, nobara, and junpei to the beach he’s been waiting to see.

“how’re you holding up?” toji appears beside you. you slump, sighing heavily.

“I didn’t know school trips were this exhausting when I was in school,” you complain just a little. toji chuckles, his hand coming up, carefully fixing the hair from your cheek. his eyes glance down at your lips again, then back into your eyes. “it’s just day one,” he teases.

“yay,” you fake enthusiasm, as he laughs with you, still brushing your cheek with his thumb. “we should check with some of the kids.”

“shouldn’t they be figuring out that shit themselves?” toji doesn’t let you escape. “ya, but what else—“ toji’s hand slips down to yours and takes it as he leads you in a direction. “where are we going?”

“I don’t know, let’s explore,” he pulls you closer to him and if anyone looked over they would think you were a couple, and to be honest, you loved that thought. your hand didn’t even try to break away from his, embracing how he basically engulfs your small palm in his. you mindlessly follow him around until something catches your eye and you go there then there, pointing and explaining random facts.

“how do you know that?”

“oh i studied architecture and art history,” you explain as you’re standing at a shrine. toji has a hand on your lower back as he leans over looking at the statue you’re pointing at. you’ve gotten used to smelling his cologne, but with the long day his natural musk is mixed in making you dizzy. he’s gently stroking a thumb on your lower back, almost like he always wants you to be conscious of his touch.

ding ding ding

you check your phone. on the chat, yuuji sent multiple photos of his group by the water on the beach, along with the turtles they found. your eyes widen, “yuuji actually found them.”

“we’re close by them,” toji looks over, and he immediately takes your hand and you both head to the beach. when you arrive most of the groups came, everyone having the same idea. it wouldn’t be bad for toji, that is until you retract your hand. your eyes flicker over his, a silent apology.

you don’t necessarily know what you’re apologizing about, but still. the rest of the day was spent with the kids playing with the turtles. you and a few teachers explaining the wild life here, along with the turtles. then you conclude with a circle on the beach with each group presenting what they learned today and so on.

dinner came at a perfect time. the kids all filing into the hotel restaurant, taking their seats and of course toji sitting with you and a few other teachers.

honestly, looking at himself, toji thought he was a good sport. entertaining these other teachers and chaperons even after the kids went back to their rooms to sleep and you all stayed for a few light drinks. they asked him questions he definitely hated answering, but when your sole attention was on him, he made due with it.

“are ya thinkin of retiring anytime?” one of the other dads asked, fully invested in toji.

toji licked his teeth, clearly annoyed as the questions got a little more intrusive. “we’ll see,” his clipped reply almost only seemed to clock in on your part as you sensed his mood shift. especially as the questions got more intimidate asking if megumi takes after him, or if he’ll allow him to start fighting early.

that’s when you decided to stand up, covering your mouth with a fake yawn. “It’s getting pretty late. I’m gonna knock out.” you speak to the table, but give toji a brief glance, inviting him to take the out, which he immediately does.

“I’m knocking in too then,” he stands up, easily leading you both out of the restaurant, unbothered by the looks the adults give him.

“fuck, they’re nosy as shit,” he mutters to you as you both step out and into the elevators.

“yea, sorry,” you cringe, but he shakes it off.

“no need for you to apologize,” he shrugs, rubbing his nose. you glance over at him, smiling as you rest a hand on his forearm.

“thank you again for volunteering. honestly, it’s premature since we still have two more days, but you’ve been a big help so far,” you say, and toji can’t help cracking a smile.

“it’s my pleasure. spending time with you doesn’t feel like work,” he coolly replies, allowing you to look him over with your adorable eyes.

“of course that’s not what I meant,” you mutter, he can see you trying not to smile.

“don’t tell me the best part of the day wasn’t walking with me?” he leans closer to you. “do you hold hands with every student’s dad?”

“no.”

“so am I special?” he pushes, hand gently playing with your hand.

the elevator stops on your floor. you sigh as you bring a hand up to his chest.

“our floor.”

“our room?”

“no,” you brush him as he follows you with a smirk. hands deep in his pockets as he looks at you from behind.

“you can have the extra key to my room,” he waves it to you as he walks you to your room.

“and why would I take it?” your smirk widens, glancing up at him.

“of course for safety. in case you feel like you need a strong man to protect the model teacher who’s all alone at night in an unknown town,” he smiles, hand against your door caging you in.

“yeah?” your tone was low and breathy, only luring him down to your eye level, humming deep in his chest. “but then I won’t be comfortable sleepin’,” you pull him in with your words.

his voice drops, taking the bait, “and why’s that?”

“well because I sleep with a t-shirt,” you pause, “only.”

Toji’s smile cracks, heat flooding his ears as he drops his gaze to your lips. “that’s not a problem for me.”

you can’t believe you’re actually flirting with a student’s dad. you didn’t feel like a teacher, no, you really felt like a girl in her twenties (which you well are) easily teasing a man into bed.

“having a stranger so close to me in bed?” you whisper, smiling when his lips hovers so close to you. “that’s scary.”

“nah, it’s for safety,” he leans in, breath fanning against your face.

unfortunately, when his lips hovered over yours, the booming footsteps and shouting immediately pulled you apart. toji pulled away as you both looked over to your right seeing four boys racing through the hotel floor.

“hey, boys!” you whisper shout, sliding by toji as you speed walk to the boys. all but leaving the six foot-five fighter pressing his face into the door.

after sending the boys back to their rooms with a heavy lecture, you walk back to your room slightly disappointed when toji wasn’t there. it was a long day, you didn’t blame him for going to bed early. but when you saw his room card in front of your door when you stepped inside you couldn’t contain you the heat that spread across your cheeks.

… DAY 2 …

most women found toji attractive. hell even men were jealous of his physique and face card. but does any of that excuse the slight annoyance you felt going through the aquarium and seeing the workers near the starfish flirt with toji as the kids in your group stuck their hands in the tank to pet the starfish and other aquatic creatures. probably not, but fuck it.

the small disgusting twist in your gut that came up when you saw toji smile and let out a laugh almost had you rolling your eyes. so being the pity twenty-four year old, you decided to open your mouth.

“toji,” you call his name before you can think twice about it. you force a smile when he turns to look at you. “can you come help me over here,” you call out from across the tank.

“oh, I can help you miss,” another worker at aquarium pops next to you making you jump from the surprise.

toji continues looking at you and he notices the way you shake your head. “oh sorry, it’s has to do with the students…paperwork…I mean,” you clear your throat nodding your head as the worker gives you an odd look that you can immediately note was a ‘she’s weird’. but at least you don’t catch the way toji is biting back a smirk as you call him again.

he easily struts over, his black t-shirt and black cargos, hugging his frame so when he stood beside you you were almost thankful that he blocked your view from the workers.

“yes, teach?” you can hear the smug smile in his voice before you even look at him.

“well,” you start, subtly glancing around for some lie you can make up, but toji crossing his big muscular arms showing off his veins and giving you a look you don’t even want to begin to decipher, wasn’t fucking helping. “just stay here. I forgot what I needed, but if I need something…just be near me,” you clear your throat looking up at him with confidence. “that’s your job…as a parent chaperon, okay?”

“okay,” he says with the biggest smile.

maybe you should’ve just let him talk to the workers, but you’d never admit that it made you jealous that this thirty-something year old man was focused on something that isn’t you. even when you both were walking behind the students on a hike to some shrines in the mountains, you were glad as fuck that he stayed right beside you and not upfront with the guides.

“you could’ve just said you didn’t want me talking to other girls and I would’ve listened,” Toji’s voice slips on the air as he walks beside you.

you scoff, “well that’d be ridiculous to say, especially because that wasn’t why I said it. if you remember, it said on the parent slip it that chaperons are the teachers assistants, basically.” you glance confidently at toji and he’s kissing his teeth as he holds back a smirk. you were a fucking brat. he definitely would’ve lost that bet. “so just stay near me.”

“I was near you at the aquarium,” he pushes, because shit, he’ll always tease the bait.

“you were distracted, that’s not being present, and it’s against the rules,” you roll your eyes, moving to tie your hair up the longer up the mountain you’re going. you loved a good hike, but the heat was a death sentence, so was this windbreaker.

“i was just asking the sweet worker about the starfish…to educate the kids of course,” his choice of words was definitely on purpose.

the group makes it to the shrine as they all scramble to look around.

you turn on your heel looking up at toji. “it didn’t look like that.” you try to hold back your criticism, not realizing that he’s trying to get a rise out of you because this revelation he’s discovered is definitely not something he’s gonna let go of.

“what did it look like then, hm?” he leans in, crossing his arms as he pushes his hair back, the sweat from the heat making his hair shine and his muscles constrict in his tight shirt. “did it look like i was flirting with her?”

you deadpan, “yeah, it did.”

“is that an issue?” he pushes.

“if it’s when you’re working, then yes it is,” your words are clipped, he was almost getting a hard-on with your attitude.

“so if it’s not in front of you or the kids?” he muses.

“yes.”

“because you’ll get jealous then,” his words once again make a vein unironically bulge from your forehead. you cup your cheeks.

“that’s not why—I just said why,” you exhale, and he finds it hilarious how well you control your emotions with your students but when it’s with him, you have to take some deep breaths. “I’m not jealous.” you state. “it’s professionalism.”

“so us holding hands is?—“

your eyes narrow.

“I’m not complaining, I just don’t know if I should also be holding Mrs. Takada’s hand too?” he doesn’t loose eye contact as you stare into his soul. “tell me what I can and can’t do, teach, I’m a good listener, I just need to be told what do to.” you were frustrated because you couldn’t tell if his choice of words were purposely submissive, especially with that smug look on his face as you tried hard to read him.

“you can’t hold anyone else’s hand,” you finally mutter, not before rubbing your cheek as you turn to look at the other students circling the guide as the other teachers tell them to quiet up and listen. “you’re my assistant, so that’s the reason.”

“understood,” his reply is punctuated by a step towards you, his lips ghosting you ear as his other hand sneaks around your waist. “I’ll keep my hands on you, so I don’t get you all mad at me again.” his cool voice went straight into your core as you felt your face burn red.

“I wasn’t mad,” you push his hand off you; finally distancing yourself from the shameless man.

however, toji listened. he was polite with the other teachers, curt and short with the female guide that tried to talk to him more when the students were roaming around the shrine, but it was pretty easy for him to side-step her and follow megumi and his friends as the huddled around a lizard they found.

“woahh is he gonna shapeshift?” Yuuji reaches out for the lizard only for it to run away. toji stays around the kids especially when they continue their hike up to another shrine at the top of the mountain. of course, it was fun hanging out with his son and his friends. but it also made your attitude more obvious the longer the hike went on.

especially when there was a broken step and toji was helping the kids up, only for your turn to come and you telling him you can go up yourself.

he had to bite back a scoff, he almost forgot you were basically straight out of college, and definitely stubborn as shit. but still his hand hovered behind you as you climbed up and you didn’t look back once. it was almost making him want to rub himself because of how fucking bratty you’re being. but still he continued to flirt with you, because why else did he come on this trip.

“dad?“

toji looks behind him to see megumi and yuuji still by the shrine while the rest of the group is already heading back down the mountain.

“yeah?” tojj raises a brow for megumi to continue. that’s when yuuji interrupts with your name.

“she went looking for nobara, but they’re not back yet,” yuuji shakes his head like a dramatic eleven year old. “I told nobara there’s no bathrooms behind the shrine, but she just went anyways.”

toji concerned now glances behind him to see the group now fully gone and the sun setting. now that he thinks back, he hasn’t seen you since they entered the shrine for a tour. “when did the girl leave?”

“like awhile ago,” yuuji sighs again dramatically, not fully grasping that that’s not a very helpful answer.

toji looks at megumi.

“it was around twenty minutes ago, when teacher followed after her,” megumi answers.

“you’re just repeating what I said,” yuuji narrows his eyes at megumi who brushes him off as he looks up at his dad who’s glancing around the empty shrine. the stand was already closed and it was getting dark.

“stay with me, kay, hold my hand,” toji extends his left hand for megumi to take, while yuuji held onto megumi’s hand. toji quickly pulled out his phone to text the WhatsApp chat with the other chaperons and teachers letting them know he was with two other students and will be down. right after he called you. with one ring it immediately went to voicemail. “are you fuckin’ with me right now?”

he walks around the shrine with megumi and yuuji in tow as he called again and same thing. your phone was definitely dead because you always answered your phone. that or—

now with the sun completely set, toji pulled out the flashlight from megumi’s bag as he went deeper into the woods behind the shrine. yuuji was clutching megumi’s arm as megumi held on his dad’s shirt. toji called your name, a little louder the deeper they went in.

“dad?” megumi glances up to, but toji ignores his worries as he continues shouting your name and yuuji easily mimics toji’s concern as he shouts for nobara.

“nobara!!”

after another fifteen minutes in the woods, toji receives a call from one of the teachers and immediately answers.

“hello, just checking if you guys are still up there?” she asks, and includes if you and nobara are with him because your phone had died the moment you arrived at the shrine.

“I have megumi and yuuji, but we’re looking for the other two,” toji’s voice was strained. he really should’ve listened to you and stayed by your side then this wouldn’t have happened. it makes it worse when the teacher on the line starts panicking. toji can overhear the tour guide speaking to the teacher saying they’ll send someone back up, but it’ll take them thirty minutes to walk back up.

“mr. fushiguro you should come back down the mountain so you and the boys don’t get lost-“

toji hangs up.

“mr. tojj i heard something,” yuuji yelps, suddenly clutching toji’s other arm and going on a rant from the nerves. “megumi was talking about the spirits and how they’re hiding in places where no one lives anymore and-and we passed by those broken shacks on the way up.”

toji’s jaw clenches, eye shutting as he exhales. “I told you not to watch that shit horror movie ‘gumi.”

megumi cringes, “I didn’t—“

“we did last night—AH!” the sudden crack behind them sends yuuji flying ten feet in the air and megumi clutching his dad even tighter almost pissing his pants.

toji turns abruptly at the noise, holding onto yuuji who’s basically on top of his shoulders and megumi wrapped under his arm, face smushed into his side clutching his shirt.

“toji?”

the familiar voice sends a flood of relief rushing through toji as he immediately moves forward as two black blobs turn into you and megumi’s friend. yuuji and megumi’s are still holding onto toji like they might die, but he’s still able to make it over to you, his hand coming up to cheek as he shines his flashlight on your face making you hiss pushing it away.

“shut up, I’m seein’ if you’re hurt,” he grunts pushing your hand away.

“I’m fine, just forgot my phone died when I went after nobara,” you say, but still letting toji examine your face before he kneels down to check on the girl.

“you still don’t fucking go off by yourself,” he grunts brushing the girls cheek as she crosses her arms.

“why can megumi’s dad say fuck, but I get in trouble, miss?” nobara snaps, making you frown down at her,

“because I’m not a little girl that ran off into the woods by herself and almost got lost,” toji clips back, having a harsh stare off with the girl who frowns even more, but eventually averts her gaze.

“I had to use the bathroom,” she mutters.

“I told you there was no bathroom!” yuuji points at nobara suddenly interrupting as he still holds on toji,

“you’ve never been here, how the heck would you know??” nobara scoffs.

“because I know everything, I told you that,” yuuji tsks.

“you’re an idiot,” nobara frowns, annoyed and already embarrassed about getting lost.

you sigh stepping in, “okay, enough guys. we don’t call each other names, we’re not in elementary school.” you gently tap toji’s shoulder and he stands up. the flashlight was pointed at the ground, but the shadows that contrasted his face made him look even more handsome. “let’s head down,” you look away, “you remember the way?”

“course.”

maybe toji should’ve called the teachers the second he found you and nobara, but it slipped his mind since he had to lead you and the three kids back down the mountain. especially with how scared yuuji and megumi were after watching that horror movie in the hotel room last night. nobara on the other hand was picking on them to make herself feel better about causing this whole mess. and you, you did your best to keep them close to toji, because even you were holding onto him to keep yourself from tripping on the unbalanced steps made over six centuries ago. but at least all that masked the underlying tension between you and your students father, especially when you held onto his arm a little longer after his arm wrapped around your waist before you tripped on a large tree root.

“thanks,” you sigh, catching your breath.

“I can pick you up if you’re tired,” he leans close, and you would say he’s teasing, but the way he’s looking at you even in the dark, you knew it wasn’t a joke.

“funny,” you say, but still hold his arm as you continue walking. the three kids right in front of you both.

“oh I see the gate!” yuuji jumps, grasping onto both nobara and megumi.

easy to say, once you arrived back at the hotel and the kids all filed into the hotel restaurant for dinner, you received an ear full privately from two of the teachers. you couldn’t really pinpoint what you’d done wrong, you went after Nobara the second you counted your kids again to see she wasn’t there then to hear from yuuji and megumi that she went off alone. maybe you should’ve told another teacher, hell toji first, and had a charged phone before going, that would’ve been smart.

okay, you deserved the lecture.

afterwards, you decided to head to your room. you weren’t that hungry anymore, and the other teachers would send the kids off to bed.

the second day was brutal. the early morning walk, then the aquarium, and then the shrine visits, then getting lost in the woods—

“fuck,” you groan, growing exhausted from just thinking about the day as you crawl into the covers after a much needed shower. unfortunately for you a loud knock hits your hotel door.

you want to ignore it, give an excuse in the morning that you’d already fallen asleep, but there’s another knock and it’s followed by a deep voice calling your name. it almost sent shivers down your spine as you stood up and walked to open the door.

“you didn’t eat?” his eyes fixate on your cute face, eyes half blinking with exhaustion, but then he lets his eyes roam further down. shamelessly checking you out.

“I wasn’t hungry,” you answer, leaning against the door as you hold it partially open, aware of any other teacher or parent that could pass by and see you in your old university shirt and skims boy shorts. “is everyone else heading back up?”

“most of the kids finished eating and went to bed. gonna check on megs and yuu to make sure they’re not watching another r rated movie,” toji says, still looking at you like you’re made of sin, though it’s not far off from the truth. “you normally let parents see ya like this?”

you try not to let the heat in your core take over, especially with the way that he’s eyeing your lips and leaning against the doorframe. his hand reaches out, holding the hem of your shirt, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. he says the name of your university. “when did you graduate?”

you’re desperately trying not to show how flustered his casual demeanor is making you, but feeling his knuckles skim over your exposed skin. he was towering over you, still in his cargo and tshirt from earlier. his shoulders were even more sculpted and because you showered, you can smell his musk even clearer. you’ve always had a sensitive nose, but something about how manly he smelled, the mix of his worn cologne and natural woody smell made you blush.

“you’re exhausted,” he interrupts, making you blink up at him. he chuckles lightly, and you’re beyond thankful that he didn’t realize you were thinking about something completely different. especially when his hand lets go of your shirt to take a step back. you’re almost surprised he’s the one putting space between you both, and you almost feel like you’re being rejected right now. you didn’t even stop to think if he was bothered with your attitude today. were you crossing a line? “goodnight, sweetheart.” he gives you one last smile, turning around.

“toji?” you stop him.

“hmm?” he turns. his undivided attention on you.

“thank you for today. with me and Nobara in the woods, we definitely would’ve been lost if you didn’t come looking for us,” your voice was light, and soft. he almost found it amusing how you’re a sweet girl one second and the other you’re giving him attitude. but still he lets a smile take over his face and you almost have to look away because the dimples that appear on his cheeks was too hypnotizing you could feel your face catch on fire.

“stop thanking me. plus I should’ve stayed by you like you said, then you wouldn’t have gotten lost.”

you frown, “it was my fault.”

toji smiles, “goodnight, ma.”

you flush at the new nickname. fuck, why are you so easy to please. especially when he’s walking away and waves his room key over his shoulder.

“Room 322, no need to knock.”

Unfortunately for you. you immediately crashed into bed once you closed your door. the exhausting day easily luring you into a deep sleep.

…DAY 3…

the multiple meetings you had with the teachers this month leading up to the trip all warned about day 3. it was going to be the longest day. not only were you guys going to an interactive zoo, you also had another hike near the lake with kayaking, and a final nighttime hike from a short astronomy lesson.

“everyone head down for breakfast,” you knock on all the hotel doors. some kids luckily already awake as they immediately popped out and started heading down with their backpacks.

you hesitated, but eventually knocked on toji’s door. no reply. biting your lip, you knock again, and that’s when the door wings open, and you’re met with a bare naked toji—

well he had a towel wrapped very loosely around his waist, he was basically naked. especially with your reaction that you had no way of controlling. your eyes couldn’t not follow the multiple water droplets that ran down his huge pecs, down to his very sculpted and ripped torso, and even further down his pelvis. his happy trail glistened from the water as the hairs grew thicker the lower—

a low whistle suddenly had your eyes snapping up. staring back at you was the very handsome man with the most shit eating smirk as his looked down at you.

“you wanna come in?” he teases, but his own ears turn red when you just stare into his eyes like you were actually considering what he’d just said.

“y-“ you clear your throat, coming back to your senses as you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes still scanning down his body, especially with the way his body filled the entire door frame. his huge veiny hand lazily holding the front of the towel so it doesn’t fall…it was so loose, he hurried out of the shower when he heard the door. “were you on a run again?” you could’ve easily ended this heated interaction by getting straight to the point, but the dumb twenty four year old part of your brain couldn’t help, but talk to the hot parent that’s basically been flirting with you non-stop for the last few months. especially when he looked like this right now.

“ya, can’t loose myself on this trip or my team will have my fuckin’ head,” toji thinks about how much arguing and convincing he had to do with his best friend/coach sukuna to let him chaperone this trip.

“pretty strict, do you not get any vacations?” your curious, and you lean against the doorframe, pretending like you don’t notice the way toji is holding back a smile.

“no I get vacations, but if there’s a match in a few months then it’s training 24/7. even during trips,” he answers, “you ever been to a match?”

your lips part, “no. I’ve watched some on tv. mainly in high school since my dad is a huge fan.”

“and you’re not a fan?” his teasing is intrusive, maybe because he wants you to admit to liking him, even if it’s just his image first—

“I’d have to see a match first before saying anything,” the light shrugged you had only made him even more attracted to you.

he raises a brow, “you can just tell me you want to come to my game. no need to tip toe around it.”

your cheeks flush, “that’s not—“ your cheeks blow up as toji breaks out laughing, leaning forward to meet you at the level. his huge body towering over you, his eyes scanning over your face.

“I’ll get you vip seats, but I have’ta get somethin’ in return.”

your chin tips out just a little so you can lock eyes, raising a brow, telling him to go on then.

you were killing him, without even realizing it, his fist clenched around his towel, feeling his blood filling up his dick, he had to refrain from making it show.

“a date.”

oh.

your lips part. you didn’t know why you were shocked. maybe because he’s been flirting with you for months, you probably thought deep down inside he wasn’t the type to take women out on dates. maybe it was just a bar and a fuck, not that you were complaining if that was the case. but still, his answer seemed to make your face even hotter than before, and you felt little stupid.

“i don’t know if that’s appropriate…” you mutter, almost defeated, his eyes glanced over yours as you looked away.

“you’re not gonna be megumi’s teacher forever. just another two months until school’s out,” his voice was deep, you hadn’t realized he’d been bending closer. your back pressed against the doorframe as his hand came up, firmly caressing your waist. “one date when we get back. let me treat you, you’d like that?”

you bite your cheek, back arched against the doorframe as you glance back at him. his hooded eyes and deep face, his handsome features practically seducing you.

“one date,” you repeat.

“and more if you like me so much,” he smirks, face inches from yours.

your voice is breathy, heart racing because he smells so good, so clean, “f-fine,” your cheeks flush at the stutter but he only smiles. his hand travels up to cup your cheek.

“you flustered?” his canines are hard to hide when he’s smiling like that.

“no-“ you push his hand away, pressing a hand to his chest to push him back. “g-get changed or you won’t have time for breakfast,” you huff, stepping away and speed walking away from him.

toji licks his teeth, shutting the door once you disappear. he’ll just grab an apple before leaving, because now he has to handle this mess. he clenches his jaw as he drops his towel, firm hand grabbing the base of his hard cock. “fuck.”

—

similar to the aquarium, at the zoo you had to keep an eye on your students while the zoo workers gave the lessons to the groups. they lead you to different sections, giving brief lessons on the different species so the kids can fill out their packets.

on the other hand, you were enjoying how close toji was. always an arms length away. the only time you separated is when one of the zookeepers asked if you wanted to feed the giraffe to give a demonstration to the students before it was their turn.

your face lit up as you stepped up.

“Up here, sweeetheart,” the zookeeper easily flirts as he helps you up on the platform, a hand resting on your lower back as he places your palm over his putting some food in it. “Now you’re just gonna extend it out, and he’ll come right to you,” he smiles as you hum.

little did you know that toji was practically seething. his jaw set tight, muscles tensing at the way this shitkeeper was drooling over you. anyone would fucking drool over a hot school teacher, especially if they looked like you.

“here he comes,” the zookeeper points, all the students ooo as the giraffe leans down, then eats from your hand. you gasp at the odd feeling, backing into the zookeeper on accident, pressing yourself against him.

“sorry—“ you chirp, still afraid of the giraffe as he tries to lean in for more.

the zookeeper laughs, “it’s alright,” his arm holds your waist, and toji is rolling his eyes so hard.

“give me a break,” he mutters.

megumi standing in front of him looks up. “what?”

toji doesn’t spare him a glance, his eyes zeroed in on you feeding the giraffe again, totally fine with the zookeeper all over you, literally.

“what the fuck,” his nails dig into his bicep, the expression on his face was not subtle at all that even yuuji is cackling.

“mr. toji are you jealous? do you wanna feed the giraffe too?” yuuji blurts, making nobara beside him turn and cackle too, pointing at megumi’s dad. a few of the other students in your group laugh at toji.

toji glares down at the children, not catching the subtle way you’re shifting on the platform. you place a hand over the zookeepers wrist as you step away. “okay, I think that’s it,” you say, the hairs on your body standing up the second the zookeeper kept himself pressed against you when you bumped into him.

“you can feed him so more-“-

“no I’m good—Toji!” you blurt, cutting the conversation off quick because toji’s head snaps back up to you. “i need some help getting down.”

any command that slips past your lips is so easily executed. toji was standing in front of you in seconds as you kneel down on the platform. toji easily grabs your waist as you place yours on his shoulders and he carries you. his brow quirks up at you.

“fucking keeper is a freak,” you mutter to him as he places you on the ground. and though internally toji is ecstatic about that, another part is seething at the fact that the keeper puts his hands all over you and made you very uncomfortable that you had to call toji to pick you up even though the latter was right beside you.

you stood beside toji, arms crossed as two students went up the platform, one at a time to feed the giraffes.

“I can have a word with him,” toji leans down, his hand on your lower back, rubbing gentle circles.

you barely give a laugh, “I’d rather not cause a scene.”

“it would be a word.”

you shake your head, “it’s fine.” toji licks his teeth nodding.

but when you went to the next section. and the zookeeper wasn’t following you or toji, you already knew what must’ve happened when another keeper came to your group.

“I said it was fine,” you tell him.

“well I wasn’t fine,” he shrugs easily, his eyes glancing down at you, ready to brush your cheek before realizing where the fuck he is.

the rest of the day was hell.

pure hell.

the zoo was long, lunch only energized the kids for the two hour hike. it was a great view, but there was another bathroom problem and the kids had to take turns going in the woods. then the last thing before lunch was kayaking.

everyone was excited, a few kids sat out with another teacher since they were too scared even if they were given a life vest. but everyone else was way to excited to head into the water. maybe that’s why most, if not all the kids ended up tipping into the water.

“everyone grab onto your kayaks,” the tour guide exclamined, but the kids were laughing and splashing. some bopping up and down in their life vests.

you were almost thankful for yours not tipping until it did. the students were laughing their asses off even more.

“miss.l/n fell into the water!!” they all laugh.

everyone but toji, because when everyone makes it back to shore. they’re drenched head to toe. including toji who jumped in after a student who said they knew how to swim but didn’t.

but what wasn’t funny was seeing your t-shirt stuck to your chest, showcasing your figure for all the parent chaperones to see. specifically some other dads on this trip. fuck.

“I hate wet jeans,” you grumble, as you squeeze the ends of your baggy jeans as the water pools down. you clip your wet hair up as you hold onto toji’s arm. “thanks for getting tyler, he should’ve taken a life vest.”

toji hums.

“is everything okay?” you stand up straight now. and that’s when you notice toji eyeing your chest. you flush, but also scoff.

“there’s other people looking,” he huffs.

“jus’ you.”

“not jus’ me, others,” he eyes the other parents helping the kids dry off before loading back on the bus to get dinner then go on the night hike back at the hotel.

“yeah yeah,” you wave him off, walking away. but toji remains close, guarding you. he didn’t calm down until you got changed before dinner. your modest skirt, tight cleavage covering top, and cardigan. it was adorable.

“mrs. jackson and mr. white said they’re getting us drinks after the hike,” one of the other teachers, ally, cheers to you as you’re on the night hike. Mrs. jackson and mr. white are the oldest of the teachers and usually offer up drinks to celebrate a successful hard working field trip.

“oh really?” your eyes are wide.

Ally nods enthusiastic, “this was such a fun field trip, but I’ve been dying for a drink.” she’s practically buzzing, even though she’s very happily married and in her mid thirties, you don’t fully regret what you’re about to say until you do.

“I think I’ll pass,” you say.

“what?”

“I’ve never been a fan of drinking,” you admit, toji overhearing a few paces behind you with another parent chaperon.

“what?! you’re the youngest here, though!” Ally is unbelievably put off by your response that you have to salvage it, until she adds. “well at least have one drink with us. it was your first field trip as one of the teachers here, and we just want to celebrate. you don’t even need to get another drink. okay? Okay.”

you bite your cheek nodding.

“yay!!”

and that’s how you ended up here. sitting at the center of the ten seat table with all the young teachers and parent chaperons. completely fucking wasted.

“this w-was such a fuuun trip,” you hiccup as the table is laughing and drinking. you were all laughing. “I’m like so happy—“

the table is cackling and toji seated beside you is realizing in seconds. “you’re a fuckin’ light weight,” he clocks. the other teachers laugh noting that as well.

“nuh-uh, I-i can drink another,” you hiccup again, taking his drink and gulping another few sips until he’s clicking his tongue.

“Christ,” he slides a water to you, “drink.”

and the night went on with you tipsy and the others getting unbelievably drunk into the night. even toji was getting tipsy. he had too, with all the parents asking too many fucking questions about his life that he needed something to take the edge off before his fist collided with one of their faces. but when you went to grab the drinks from the bar for the table, and tripping on your way back, toji realized maybe it was time to call it night.

“what? but we’re still having fun,” you whine as toji lifts you up, arm wrapped around your waist, your cardigan slipping off your shoulder.

“fun until you’re puking all over yourself, if ya drink more,” toji stumbles himself. not realizing he’s just as drunk until he’s tapping your key into door, easily dragging you to your bed. “get some rest,” he sighs, lips coming to plant a kiss on your forehead. your eyes are bright, almost too bright as you watch him trudge out.

fuck he’s glad he can at least walk back to his room.

which left you peeling your clothes off and pressing your face into the bed as you rolled around in your pajamas. you weren’t tired. not at all. today was long and exhausting, you were completely exhausted during dinner, but now. now you’re feeling alone…

you turned your head on the pillow, when you caught something on your nightstand.

toji’s room key.

he laid back on his bed, hand pressed to his face, he felt good, but he knew in the morning the headache will come and his moves will be lazy. fuck, he really should’ve cut it after his third drink, but the only reason he kept going was because you were still there.

even though he’d got what he wanted. you agreed on a date. he still couldn’t bare to rip himself away from you. especially when he saw how adorable and talkative you get when you’re drunk. you already had the sweet teacher thing going, plus the bratty attitude underneath, but you drunk was all of that plus a little more unfiltered shit that he just couldn’t miss. and he couldn’t leave you alone with those creeps gawking at you again.

and when you leaned against him because you were laughing. fuck he almost flipped a table when one of the parents kept eyeing your chest. even though you couldn’t see any skin on the shirt, it was so tight hugging your breasts—

that’s when he heard his hotel door click.

his brow rose, leaning up.

the light poured in from the hallway, but the wall still covered who was at the door.

the door slowly creaked shut, and toji was about to sit up even more when—

“toji?”

shit.

“teach?” toji responds.

that’s when your face peaks out as you step further into the room so the wall couldn’t hide you. toji’s eyes immediately scan your figure, eyes locking in on your bare thighs in those skims boyshorts and university tee.

“I thought you were crashing for the night?” toji rubs his face because he’s unsure now. unsure if you or him are sober enough for this. even when you slowly kneel at the foot of the bed.

you hum, “wasn’t tired. and I got lonely and…scared,” you exhale crawling up, until you stopped right at his bent feet, his back reclined against the stack of pillow, arm behind his head as he watched you. “I used your key.”

“I can see that,” toji stretched out his legs only dressed in loose black sweats, he pats his lap. “come’ere.”

and you fucking do.

you slowly crawl up his lap, until you’re straddling him and pressing your hands on his stomach, cautious at first.

“scared?” he starts, hand hesitating, before easing it onto your bare thigh. and just that contact with your smooth skin, made his cock start to ache. “i thought you said you don’t get scared sleeping alone.”

you shrug, cute soft hands still feeling the ridges of his abs, your cheeks flush as you hum. “does it matter why i came?”

“not really. I’d just like to know, would you mind telling me?”

your lips purse as you glance at him and his cheeky smile, “i was lonely…and i saw your key and i thought of you so I came to see you. there, full truth.”

he raised a brow, hand easing up under your shirt to hold your waist, thumb caressing absentmindedly. “there’s something else.”

you lean down shaking your head. breath hot against his face.

“we can’t,” toji speaks lowly, your faces so close he has to stop his hips from adjusting underneath you.

“why not?”

“you’re drunk, sweetheart,” he continues to feel your body. definitely not listening to himself especially when your arching your back to press your chest against his, hands all over his shoulders.

you shake your head, “I’m not.”

“you are, because if you weren’t, you definitely wouldn’t be here,” he gives your side a squeeze, desperately holding back. “crawlin’ on one of your students’ parents’ lap, in thin shorts and a tee…”

“they’re my pajamas,” you sigh flawlessly with a delicate tilt to your head and your lashes half lidded as you gazed at him.

his son’s teacher was a natural slut.

you were definitely acting like your age now. the back talk, the way you’re trying to seduce him, it all came like second nature to you, even if you didn’t fully notice it, toji definitely does. he’s been the victim to many women batting their lashes and flaunting themselves, but you stood out. easily.

toji bites back a groan.

“you’re drunk too, toji,” you lean in, eyes heavy.

he hums, struggling to conceal his smile as your lips hover over his.

“do you not wanna kiss me anymore?” you whisper, feigning rejection.

he exhales laughing, “anymore?”

you hum, sliding just a little further up his lap, so your face was hovering over his. your hair slides gently to one side, concealing this taboo interaction with a private curtain so the only thing toji was seeing was you.

his skin was hot, and his big hands holding your torso wasn’t stabilizing him at all when you were looking at him like that.

“you’ve been wanting to kiss me every night…and this morning,” you reveal, because of course you caught his hints. you were playing with him. “it was inappropriate.”

“and this isn’t?” he cautiously puts one hand back on your thigh, massaging the bare flesh. your skin was so smooth, so soft, he’d been craving you, thinking about you in the most inappropriate ways, so to have you so easily throwing yourself onto him.

you shake your head. “ it is…but…” your lips skim over his again, breathing heavily. “tonight…I can’t go to sleep without a reward.”

toji snorts, “reward?”

you nod, letting a small whine escape before swallowing it. “I’ve been holding myself back, taking the high road, being responsible, n-now…now I want a kiss, that’s it.” fuck, this is exactly why toji was a fucking whore when he was younger. the age group you’re in right now switched from bratty attitude to spoiled brat in seconds. never choosing between dominant or submissive and it’s so fucking hot.

“you want me to praise you?” toji leans up, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh electing the softest whine from the back of your throat. you nod, desperate. “want me to tell you how much of a good girl you’ve been not caving in?” he smiles, you nod again.

“please.”

fuck.

“you’re so spoiled,” he licks his scar, and you feel his tongue skim yours briefly, you’re so close.

“mmm!” toji grunts as you finally crash your lips against his.

he holds back a vicious laugh, because you’re so unbelievably desperate with this kiss he has to hold the back of your head to guide you. your whine came automatic, feeling his tongue push your lips open, allowing it to slip in your mouth.

he dominated the kiss, his grip on the back of your head tightened ever so slightly. in this moment, he had you completely at his mercy. and you let him.

he almost couldn't believe that this was the same woman who taught his son. the one who kept avoiding his very obvious advances and would get flustered whenever he insinuated something vulgar. but now here she was, sitting on his lap and whimpering for more. it almost made his head spin.

you pull away briefly, catching your breath, your spit collects on your lip as toji glances over your flushed face.

this is wrong. you’re drunk.

but your arms lazily wrap around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him again. this time longer, messier. your back arches, hips grinding down against his bulge, electing a moan from you. your tongue was selfish as you fought with his, the alcohol on his breath mixed with yours. finger tangling in his dark locks as you scratch his nape making him shiver.

“taste good,” you sigh with a lazy smile, and he can’t help but chuckle. low and deep, chest shaking making you flush. he’s so hot. his scent overflows and overwhelms. you kiss his scar, tongue running over it. “how’d you get this?” you kiss it again and again, moaning so gently, sending shivers down his spine.

“it’ll ruin the mood,” he says, hands grounding your hips down, grunting just a bit when you really start rocking on his fat bulge. his fingers digging into your flesh, sighing once your lips continue to trail down his neck, hands exploring his chest again.

“i’s okay,” you mutter, sucking gentle kisses on his nape, moving to his Adam’s apple, as he snorts.

there’s a beat before— “my old man did it.”

your eyes flick up. you pull away. your eyes suddenly less hazy and he can tell, because his lip curls into a smirk. “told ya it’d ruin the mood—“

his breath hitched.

your thumb gently touching his scar, eyes swimming with something he can’t recognize.

“how old were you?”

his grip on your hips tighten, subconsciously grounding himself.

“twelve,” he answers. eyes falling to your lips then back up to your doe eyes and the way your brows gently knit together was something he’ll never forget. “it was a long time ago.” he tries to ease your concerns because he was not passing up on this opportunity because the mood was ruined by his shitty childhood.

“i’m sorry,” your words are soft, not an apology he’s heard before, or at least when it came from you, it felt genuine. even if it was a long time ago and he’s long put that behind, he can’t help the sudden flutter deep in his chest.

you lean down, pecking his scar. not like before more gentle, “i thought it was because of a fight or training or somethin’,” you admit.

toji cracks a smile, “ya, that’s what everyone thinks,” he easily strokes your hips. “how ‘bout I get another kiss from ya’. make me feel better.”

unlike his previous flirtatious remarks that earn him a flustered look on your face. you embrace it, gently holding his jaw, maintaining eye contact that he doesn’t break from, his deep green orbs syncing with yours as you control the kiss. tilting his head and meeting his lips with yours meet. tongues colliding, back arching as you dominate and lead the kiss.

the room fills with sounds of your lips smacking. your spit connecting with his as your tongue runs across his bottom lip. you tongue his scar again, making his grip tighten on your waist, heat crawling up his neck. this was a much more passionate kiss than before. your heart was pounding as you continued with the deep sensual make-out.

you started rocking back against his bulge feeling it grow bigger between your legs. your heart was pounding as you pressed down, not fully grasping the consequences of said action because toji pulled away briefly as a deep husky groan escaped his lips.

you weren’t wearing any panties. the shorts clung to your wet folds like thin cloth.

“you’re killin’ me,” he grunts, hands sliding down from your waist to your full ass. his touch once cautious, easily turns desperate as he grabs a handful of your ass, grunting even more when the pads of his fingers spreads your cheeks up, feeling your folds spread behind your shorts, his hips bucking to grind you back down.

you whine, eyes fluttering as you grip his shoulder, nails digging in, rocking against him.

“I should stop…,” your voice was slightly hoarse from the kissing and toji had to contain the sudden urge to lose every ounce of self-control he’s been holding. your concern was mixed with your own hazy and needy twenties side. your lips hover over his, and he can feel the heat coming from you, because he also doesn’t want to lose this proximity to you.

“your call, sweetheart,” toji licks his lips, large hands grounded on your ass permanently. your eyes flick over his face, landing on his swollen lip-bitten lips, and you know you couldn’t stop. you didn’t want to.

your tongues clashed once again, and that bratty side of you came out again, but slightly more dominating as you pressed your fingers into his jaw, so your lips can trail down his neck.

“shit—“ toji grunts, hips bucking in surprise when you palm his bulge.

“more,” you whisper against his lips, the need just itching out.

toji slides his hand up to grab your face. a deep husky chuckle escapes him as he glances your flushed features. you were far from a respectable adorable middle school teacher. your lust filled expression was everything and more.

“you want a parent’s cock in y’r pussy?” his vulgar question sent a unknown heat break deep in your chest.

you glance away, embarrassed.

“don’t put it like that.”

“am i wrong?” his loud boisterous chuckle has you flushing beyond belief.

“shut up! I’m—I just,” you break into a whine, burying your face in his shoulder.

“am i embarrassing you?” he teases further.

you grunt in response.

“is this the brattiude again? aren’t’chu a teacher, use your big girl words, or did we forget how?” his teasing was infinite.

“brattiude? I don’t have whatever that is,” you scoff.

“you do, it comes out when you get like this,” he eyes you up and down, and finds it even more amusing when you quirk a questioning, albeit annoyed, look. so he elaborates. “when you don’t get what you want…you get all snappy, and self-centered…just like a spoiled little brat.”

“I’ve never caught an attitude,” you gasp, staring incredulously at him.

he hums, sarcastically, “sure.”

you frown, but he could tell easily that it was just your brattiude, because you were still all up on his lap, squirming even more because even he could feel the puddle you’re making on his lap.

his hand finds your jaw again, turning your face back to him. his pupils dilate at the flushed look on your face. would you cry if he teases you further? what if he bullies his fat cock in over and over—

“did i hurt your feelings, teach?” he coos so softly it was obvious he was teasing but you tsk, like an annoyed brat. “would you feel better if i touch you down here?”

the gasp was enough of a reaction for him to see just how much you wanted him. the simple touch of his hand cupping you over your shorts and pressing his palm against your clit had your eyes fluttering.

toji curses under his breath, letting another exhale, as he continues rubbing you, “these shorts are all ruined, and you looked so fuckin’ cute in ‘em,” he chuckles when you bite a whimper back.

but your patience for your students isn’t something that extends beyond that, because now your pawing his waistband eager for more, and impatience making you shaky.

he tsks, grabbing your wrist and pulling it up to his face.

“what’re ya thinking?”

“i want it…” the frown plus the whine isn’t a sight for any man that would easily buckle and fuck you stupid could handle.

his jaw clenches, holding back. “let me take a look first.”

your brows pinch, “what do you mean—wha!” you squeak, your world tipping over in seconds, now laying on your back with your legs pushed up. toji swiftly and skillfully pulls your shorts off in one go. your heart is racing, preparing yourself, until toji pushes your thighs up and apart, kneeling his face close to your heated puckering core, eyes staring like saucers.

“what’re you doing?!” you immediately cover yourself, face bright and hot.

“taking a look,” he pushes your hand out of the way, his thumbs slipping into your folds before pulling them apart, “you’re soaked.” his pupils dilate at the sight of your sticky arousal, slipping out.

“toji—“ you push his shoulder, trying to get his face away, but he only leans his face closer, like your pussy was some hypnosis, and his tongue falls right on the mess, licking a bold wet strip up. your juices collect on his tongue as you flood his taste buds. “angh—“ you whine out, head tipping back and back arching, because fuck, you really did miss getting your pussy eaten.

“fuck, you’re so sweet,” toji groans, lapping the mess you made before tonguing the source. your eyes were on him the entire time, his back muscles moving as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, dipping his head again to suck and clean all your juices, before sucking your little bundle of nerves.

your eyes bulge once he starts giving your clit some attention, hand curling in his raven hair as your thighs twitching as he sucks.

his own body reacting to every mewl and whimper you let out, eyes flicking up to see the way you were gasping. his free hand came up, pushing your university tee up, hand flat on your stomach before your tits came into view, and he nearly came.

your eyelids flutter as you stare at him, chest heaving, you can feel how hot you’re body is getting as he feels your stomach.

“fuck me,” his body sits ups slowly, hovering over you, your legs slip around his torso as he dips his head to your tits. you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating when his tongue lulls out and takes a wet lap of your nipple. his rough palm gropes your boob, squeezing the flesh making you react just the way he’d imagine.

your back arching and a stifled moan coming out.

“i don’t think teachers should be this slutty,” he licks his lips, tonguing your nipple again before he admittedly starts sucking.

“toji,” you moan, hand pressing into his nape as he hums around you. his fingers pinch and twist your other nipple making you gasp, letting out a higher pitched moan. you can feel his smirk, but you don’t have time to comment because he presses a finger against your hole.

“let’s see how much i needa stretch y’out,” his face is flushed, your reactions were enough to get him off.

your eyes glance down as he slips two thick veiny fingers into your core.

“shit,” toji exhales.

you whine, gasping when he pumps his fingers in to get them deep.

“you’re unbelievable,” his comment leaves you feeling bright pink. “when was the last time you had sex, baby?”

his question was confusing to you until he adds on.

“or are you still a virgin?”

“I’m not a virgin!” you gasp, offended, even though it wouldn’t have been embarrassing if it was a true. but still. you were flustered, especially when he leans his face close to yours.

“you sure?” he snarks, “because this pussy—“ he puts emphasis with a sharp thrust of his fingers making your head fall back. “is too fuckin’ tight,” he groans as you squeeze around him.

“I’ve had sex, like—five months ago,” you confess.

“five months,” he repeats, eyes narrowing when you glance away, and that’s when the light bulb goes off and he has to hold back a snort, because it was sweet. “and why five months?” he teases.

you hold back, too stubborn to expose your reasons, but he doesn’t make it easy when he starts sucking your neck, taking his time learning your body, until he finds the spot that makes you moan just a bit more uncontrolled and his fingers pick up speed. “does it have to do with me?”

his fingers piston into you and an unrelenting pace that he slips in another finger, groaning at the squelching that fills the air, your face pressing into his arm that rests beside your head. “cmon,” he slows his pace, electing a cute whine from you. “you’re really actin’ spoiled. expecting me to please you without anything in return.”

the guilt trip had your dumb brain glancing widely at him.

“I’m not—we’re gonna have sex now,” your face is bright with heat, eyes just a bit glassy from the pleasure.

“you think an old man like me gets off on just pussy?” though that was a big chunk of it, it still elected a cute reaction from you. “you needa to talk to me.”

your eyes are wide, almost like this was inconceivable to you, but nonetheless your lips part. “you’re not that old,” you comment with a slight snark.

he snorts, “you being cute?”

you shrug, squirming when he rubs his palm against your clit. “just a little,” you maintain eye contact. and he has to hold back a snort. his lips hover over yours, his hot breath fanning against your face, you instinctively lean up to kiss him but he easily dodges it, tucking his face into your side, lips ghosting over your ear.

“just tell me you didn’t let anyone near this pussy after our meeting,” his words sent a shiver running down your spine. “admit it.”

“it was coincidental,” you admit, whining when he curls his fingers inside, your legs closing around his hand but he only pushes both legs up, you squeal when he starts fingering you at an unrelenting pace, your face pressed to the side, gasping as you feel your orgasm taking over your body.

“coincident my fuckin’ ass,” he tsks, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he slips them out and puts them up to his mouth sucking them dry. your chest is uneven as you stare up at him. he moves to pull your shirt off, leaving you completely naked while he’s still in his sweats. “you’re gonna have’ta make it up to me.”

“why?” you snap back. his brows rise, it was intimidating. the look of an annoyed adult, but it had your core clenching around nothing.

“you’ve got a fuckin’ mouth on ya,” he chides, his palm cups your pussy, making you shiver. “I should shut you up for good,” he palms himself.

you nod, the blush and smile giving yourself away.

he can’t help but snort, “you wanna be punished?”

you flush, “I didn’t say that,” you mutter.

he leans over you again, hand caressing your face, it was slightly rough, thumb playing with your lips, eyes honed in on how wet and kiss bitten they are. “you said you wanted your mouth to be shut,” he smirks. “this little pussy would make you pass out if I put my dick in it .”

your brows furrow as you frown, “you don’t know that,” you argue.

“you could barely take three fingers,” he coos, but that only seems to make your dumb cock filled head more upset.

“but I did, you don’t know anything,” you scoff, “you don’t know what I can handle.”

“you telling me you a slut?”

“that’s not what I said,” you flush, “I can take you, that’s what I’m telling you,” you huff, but it turns into a pout, one that has him chuckling. especially when he moves off the bed. you watch him standing beside the bed as you sit up.

his fingers hook around his sweats and easily slips them down, letting them pool on the floor before kicking it aside.

to say you felt your heart drop to your ass was an understatement. your entire body burned red and goosebumps broke out everywhere.

the dark happy trail that led down to his base was not enough of a warning for the sight of his large and thick cock, hanging between his legs. the tip was already shiny from the pre that spread everywhere. his hand came down, squeezing the base, groaning lowly at the sight of you sitting up on the bed staring wide-eyed. he could fuck your pretty face and have no complaints. your lips were parted in frozen terror.

toji put a knee on the mattress, biting his lip in calculated self-control. he couldn’t react yet, not when his son’s poor little teacher was still grappling with the fact that she said she could take his fat cock not knowing what she got herself into.

“I—“ your voice cracks, lips parting at the sight of his weighty length in his palm. he lazily grips the base. the veins looked like they would pop if he squeezed any more.

“you’re acting real fuckin’ cute,” toji groans, leaning down and kissing your lips. not realizing that that comment sent you spiraling. he was still standing, so you were leaning slightly up. your head tilted, eyes fluttering up. “it’s okay, I won’t tease ya’ about your comments earlier,” he chuckles, taking your hand in his gently. “just be a good girl, and I’ll be gentle,” he sighs, guiding your hand to wrap around his cock. “fuck.”

his head tipped to rest on your shoulder, his hand rubbed your thigh. your grip on his cock grew tighter as you continued jerking him off, you couldn’t believe how big it was in your palm. your mind was overheating just thinking about how this thing could fit in you. that’s until you felt your back hit the mattress, again. your body immediately pulled to the edge of the bed as he hoisted your legs around his waist.

“can’t wait any longer,” he grunts, laying his fat cock on your stomach. his eyes dilating at the sight of how far he’d reach you.

“w-wait—“ you press a hand to his sweaty pec, eyes slightly wide as you swallow thickly. “I don’t think—I know what I said—“

however, toji breaks out into a loud laugh. one that has your skin heating up again, and your lips parting in shock. “t-toji!” you scold.

“sorry, sorry,” he laughs, leaning over as he kisses a cute gentle kiss to your cheek that once again leaves you speechless. you would’ve never expected him to be so gentle in the bedroom. “I can teach you how to take a big dick like this,” he starts moving his hips, sliding his length through your folds, a low grunt escaping as your juices squelch around and coat him.

“you’re getting cocky,” you mutter, the confidence you once had, just hanging by a thread now.

he snorts, “just a little. haveta make sure I’m just as good of a teacher as you are,” he angles his tip to press against your clit, smiling when your body jolts. your fingers lazily digging into his biceps. “plus, it’s not everyday i get to take a teachers virginity.”

you flush, “I’m not a virgin!”

toji smirks, “you are when it comes to me,” he rubs his cock head against your puckering hole, “gonna stretch you out real good, every other dick that’s been in ‘ere will be gone from your memory.”

you tense up as you feel the first push in. your eyes flying open as your jaw goes slack. the stretch was filthy, delicious, your chest felt hot—

“easy, baby,” he coos, all cocky, and it only seems to make you even more turned on as you clench around him. “shit.”

his grip on the sheets tighten, jaw clenched. “don’t squeeze me like that.”

“not my fault,” you whimper, his hand pushing your thigh higher as he sinks himself deeper. your breath catches, nails digging into his shoulder. “too much—angh!”

your whining and moaning, fails to deter toji from the task at hand. his cheeks are flushed, muscles tense as he controls his strength. unlike you, he really hasn’t had sex with anyone in awhile. it seemed to only be a yearly ritual for him. so having someone he’s been chasing for months now, someone he definitely developed a strong attraction for squeezing him to absolute heaven definitely wasn’t making it any easier for him.

“you’re so—fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, pulling out and thrusting back in. your back arched, hips rising off the bed as he places a knee on the bed , groaning as he pushes more of himself in. your eyes bulge even more, tears squeezing at the corner of your eyes. “still got more.”

“what?!” you shriek, eyes bulging as he snaps more of his chubby girth inside your gummy walls. your pussy weeping, gasping for air as he starts picking up the pace.

“don’t be so dumb,” toji coos, “you saw how much i was gonna shove in,” he emphasis it with a hand pressed to your belly button. “you’ll know you’re full when you feel it right here.”

to say you get dumb on dick is an understatement.

by the time he’s fucking his full length inside you, you’re a completely different person.

“angh, you’re so fuckin’ good,” toji grunts, his hips snapping, he has one foot planted on the mattress, drilling his cock inside you hitting your cervix until your crying out. “good fuckin’ pussy,” his hand comes down your ass.

“toji—gun’ gunna come—ahh-!”

“again?” he snorts, but his own composure breaks when you’re drooling, his thumb collecting it and putting it back in your mouth as you suck. your back arches as his cock slides against your gummy walls pressing against your sweet spot making you see stars. his veins bulge from his arms, watching your eyes rolls back and moan around his thumb.

fuck, he wasn’t gonna cum just yet.

once you’d come undone, you pressed a hand to his chest.

“tapping out.”

you shake your head. “I’m on top.”

you sit up, pushing him back until he’s slipping out a shiver runs down your spine at the emptiness. but you immediately flush when you glance at toji. it was a sight.

his chest covered in a layer of sweat, your juices coated his heavy hanging cock and dark hair at his base. toji chuckled darkly as you grabbed his wrist pulling him back on the bed, laying him against the headboard. his hand lifted up, you easily took it as you stood up and slowly lowered yourself on his abs. pussy easily settling on the hard ridges making him groan.

“gonna teach me a lesson?” he bites his lip, watching you closely.

you laugh lightly, almost like he couldn’t feel the way your pussy clenched when he said that. your lips hovering over his. “teasing me every second and now you wanna learn something,” you kiss his jaw, a low hum escaping his lips. finding himself back in the same position you both started in, but this time you definitely weren’t holding back. his hands easily came to your ass, until you sat up. “no touching.”

his brow raised.

“I thought you wanted a lesson,” you test, his eyes boring into yours.

with an amused exhale, he raises both his hands in defeat, easily tucking them behind his head, muscles flexing casually. you ignore the flush that runs through you at the sight of his biceps flexing and the layer of sweat on his slightly hairy chest.

“now,” you start, turning around so your ass was on full display facing him, a low whistle slips past his lips. your feet press over his pelvis while one hand was positioned on the mattress for balance, your hair sliding to one side, you look over your shoulder and it was fucking beautiful.

toji flushed as he saw the arch of your spine, his eyes traveling down your deep line of you back until he noticed it. toji swears under his breath.

“because you called me a virgin,” you raise your hips, your free hand coming to press his wet cock against your twitching hole, slapping it over your clit a few times making you both hum and groan. “I’ll give you a little show,” you slide back down on his dick. his breath hitching as you take him in one go, no whining or crying like the rounds before. even though you clenched around him when he bottomed out, his jaw ticking, you still persevered.

you lean forward, arching your back as you raise your hips, only his tip still inside as you slam down again. the bulging ridges of his fat cock sliding against your walls had you drooling.

“christ,” he grunts. abs clenching, staring at the sticky cum from earlier start to create little wet cobwebs that attach to his pelvis and your ass.

“angh fuck, toji,” your moans are breathier and needier. It was the fact that you weren’t facing a him that made it easier for you to let go and enjoy the sex all the more, especially when you’re putting on a show for him with the way you’re riding his dick.

“shit—ngh, i take back what i said,” he grunts, biting another groan because he was desperately trying to see how this plays out by keeping his hands behind him. but you were really riding him like a cock drunken slut. “wanted to shake y’r ass for me—mmm this whole time.”

he subtly slides his muscular thighs apart, angling his hips just a bit knowing that this angle was much better for you. and of course your dumb little brain didn’t even notice but your eyes flutter back as does your pussy. “angh toji—“ it was quite endearing the way your actions and voice didn’t line up, the sluttiest thing he’s received and yet he’s hearing the sweetest voice chanting his name over and over.

“taking me so well, ya like riding this cock, hmm?” he bites his cheek, preventing a pathetic noise from slipping out when he watches the way your pussy stretches around him. he was so close.

“so big, toji—fuck—angh fee’—good, hngh ahh—“

“Mmm, shit just like that, dirty fuckin’ pussy,” the messy squelching and breathy moans you were letting out was messing with his head.

and he couldn’t help it when you leaned forward even more, grasping the sheets and getting more air to bounce faster. picking up the pace which immediately had him exhaling loudly and reaching out a hand, unable to stop himself, because you definitely would make him cum. “should’ve told me how desperate this pussy was for a big cock to stuff her,” he groans as you let out a loud whine. a snort escaping, “fuck.”

his palm slid across your ass, all the way to the fucking tramp stamp he hadn’t noticed until you’d turned around for him. his cock twitched when your back arched on instinct when he pressed a finger against the tattoo.

“fuck fuh—angh i said no touchin—“ you whine, it felt so good bouncing on such a big cock. you’d never had something so big inside you, and you couldn’t hold back.

“wanted to tell ya how much I’m lovin’ this fuckin’ lesson from you teach,” he groans, the low rumble from his chest has you angling your hips so you were only taking his tip. “shiit—“ his jaw went slack.

“it’s ah—a punishment,” you pant as you bounce only on the few inches of his tip, letting your juices drizzle down his creamy messy base. his eyes were like saucers seeing your hole take him and he could feel himself getting closer, his grip tightening on your waist.

“cmon baby,” he lets out a noise that you could only think was a whine, if it wasn’t for your own moans and loud squelching.

god why did it feel good being tortured like this. his cock was going to burst, but you were edging him like crazy like this.

“d-don’t baby me—“ you bite your lip, but he clearly hears your whimper. your shoulders shaking. you were close. “I’m—I’m in charge.”

his neck rolled back, lashes fluttering. your pussy felt so good, riding his cock until he bursts inside you, and yet, “is that usually how it is?” he slides both hands to hold your torso.

“what do you m—angh!! toji!”

his hands grasp your waist, and with no hesitation, he plants both feet on the mattress and thrusts up. your eyes bulge, finding yourself laying against his chest, head thrown back against his shoulder as he bites at your neck, thrusting up at an unrelenting pace.

“I’m not gonna let a pretty girl like you do all the work,” he grunts, hand falling to your clit, rubbing tight circles, making your legs shake as tears form immediately. “there we go—ngh squeeze my dick like a good girl.”

you were definitely going to loose consciousness, the pleasure overwhelming. “toji,” your moans were getting loud.

“are ya only gonna moan my name?” he teased, mimicking your gasps as if he wasn’t desperately controlling the pace fighting your own bucks to pick up the pace because he refused to cum right now. “shiit—baby,” he presses his face to your side, his instincts couldn’t stop him from absolutely wrecking you.

maybe that’s why when he had you back on your hands and knees, shaking and whining that he didn’t stop thrusting until he felt you cum again, but this time with a messier gush.

“shit—“ he groans, being forced out as you squirt on his cock. “you’re full of surprises, princess.”

you were absolutely delirious, tilting your head, arms stretching out grasping the sheets. “cu-cum in me.”

his jaw clenches, his brain frying as you look at him with those big glassy eyes. all pleading and fucked out.

“don’t,” he thrusts into you, it was getting sloppy, your hand was stretching back for him.

“want y-you to—ah ha—cum in me—please ngh please—“ you desperately match him, thrusting back against him, making him groan.

“don’t say that,” he brings a hand down on your ass, it was as hard, but enough to make you whine even more.

“want you to make me feel full, toji,” you plead, hand rubbing your tummy feeling the bulge he was creating. his cock threatening to burst with the way you’re acting. he leans forward, hands planted beside your head, as he drives his cock harder and faster.

“fuck, should’ve known you’d be a fuckin’ slut,” he grunts with each thrust, you were whining, face pressed against the mattress as you reached back to hold his head, his face coming close to yours.

“want it—I’m—I’m good,” you slur, the gasps and moans coming out. his muscles flexing as he felt his legs begin to shake and your own body squeezing him, clearly on the edge yourself.

“want me to breed this pussy on our first fuck,” he clearly already made his choice as his thrusts grew sloppier. his breathing getting uneven and louder as he drilled his pulsing cock into your warm gooey walls.

“yes-want it all—“ you gasp, his lips crash onto yours. and the deep rumble of him moaning into your mouth immediately sent you over the edge again and him following after.

he hissed, his balls clenching as he shot ropes of warm cum into your walls. you were clenching him nails digging into his nape, as he continued thrusting deep and holding as more cum shot into his son’s hot middle school teacher.

you were whining, especially when his hand wouldn’t leave your clit, making you squirt more. he pulled out, biting his lip as he saw the mess he created, and selfishly, he pulled you back on your knees, spreading your pussy apart to get a better look. and you were too fucked out to feel embarrassed.

“should’ve gotten a warning that you were this dirty,” he teases, slipping a middle finger into the mess and his cum oozing out of your puffy overstimulated pussy hole. he slowly thrusts his fingers in, and your hips reluctantly try to move away. “Look at’cha,” he sighs, mesmerized when you start crying and shaking as you squirt some more, his cock aching at the sight.

he didn’t stop, until you were rolling to your side, pushing his hands away. “c-angh toji,” your cheek is pressed against the mattress, eyes glossy and pleading.

“had enough, pretty girl?” he coos.

you nod, completely exhausted.

“you sure you don’t wanna give me more,” he gently soothes a hand across your ass as he leans down to press a kiss to your lower back. “is that enough for my bratty girl?”

you nod again. eyes doting up at him as if that wasn’t both the cutest and filthiest sight he’s ever seen. he trails soft kissed up your spine, gently rolling you to your back, brushing the messy hair from your beautiful face.

your body weak, but still responsive, brushes a hand across his jaw. eyeing his scarred lips, he leans forward, hovering over yours as you sigh blissfully.

“my dream…” you whisper. “is dumb.”

his emerald eyes widen slightly before settling. hand caressing the top of your head, thumb rubbing your forehead as he remains close, the intimacy was unlike anything you’d ever felt. fucks absolutely stupid that this closeness has dropped all your walls.

especially when this man who’s been following you for three days and stopped to talk to you almost every morning after dropping off his son. you felt it was okay to be a little insecure.

“I’m definitely not someone to judge if something’s dumb or not, pretty,” his voice was just above a whisper, matching your tone. a gentle smirk pulling at his lips as he reassures you.

and for once, you don’t look away. you maintain eye contact, voicing your dumb dreams to the man that asked you a few months ago.

“I wanted to write…for awhile,” you hesitate for a moment. “still do…but I—don’t tell people.”

“like books?”

you shake your head. finger lazily stroking his jaw tracing his features mindlessly. “no,” you whisper, “shows…I went to school for that…film and tv, graduated with a BFA,” you glance at his lips, touching his scar again.

toji remains silent, but his caresses don’t stop. gently reassuring you to continue talking, it was similar to the way he talks to megumi, giving him gentle reminders that’s it’s safe space. it took him awhile to understand what it means to sit and listen, but he likes to think he’s gotten better, especially when you sigh gently.

“but it’s been two years since I graduated…and writing jobs are difficult,” your thumb trails back to his neck, “like really hard,” you mutter.

“you still apply to things?” his tone was identical to yours, not wanting to think he’s pushing. and you nod, licking your glossy bitten lips.

“ya, applied for a few writing programs a few weeks ago for the summer…” you trail off. “…it’s…just embarrassing,” your voice is much lower. you take a deep breath, your exhale is slightly shaky and your little smile was almost heartbreaking as his brows furrow.

“teaching isn’t bad…still gives me time to write, and make my portfolio more appealing,” you confess. you sigh, glancing back into his inviting eyes. a small smile appears on your face. “that’s it.”

toji couldn’t describe the way his chest tightened up. It made him feel like he couldn’t say the right thing but his lips parted.

“when I had megumi,” he starts, speaking just as soft. “i wasn’t in a good place. i was young,” he clears his throat. “i can’t even remember his mom…i was pretty sleazy back then,” he confesses, making you crack an amused smile. “but i had no goals or a job or money, so when megumi was thrown at my doorstep I couldn’t throw him out.” he itches his jaw, you could tell it was difficult for him to speak about this. but he quickly gets to the point. “it took me awhile to get my shit together, and I made a fuck ton of mistakes, but eventually thing began to work. I forced myself to believe they’ll work out because of gumi.”

toji exhales as he brushes your forehead again. it felt like he could see through you.

“you’re a baby,” he whispers. “two years isn’t a long time, you have a goal, and you haven’t given up, right?”

you nod which he makes him crack a wider smirk.

“don’t be embarrassed,” he soothes, “most people would be jealous, I certainly am.” you scoff, and he raises a brow. “you think I’m lyin’?”

“no,” you mutter. “but like—“

“but nothing,” he grabs your jaw, angling your head up, eyes meeting. “it’ll happen. that’s it, okay?”

you bite your cheek, and his heart clenched even more when your eyes filled with tears. your bottom lip pouting just a bit, trying to hold them back from slipping.

“okay?” his voice more gentle.

and your response is just as sweet as you are, with a gentle tilt forward, your lips pressing against his. eyes closing with exhaustion and some slight ounce of comfort for your worries you hum against his lips. “okay.”

toji caresses your jaw as your worries slip into the night, letting this man kiss you to sleep.

—

the nights events afterwards was a blur, all you could feel when you woke the next morning was the full body ache and slight weight off your chest. you had almost thought it was all a dream, because your body that was covered in the post-sex mess was completely clean, and as were the sheets. but the bruises and bite marks that littered your body was a tell sign and the fact that you, along with the large man sleeping peacefully beside you were still fully naked.

his back rose and fell evenly, he looked peaceful as he slept beside you. the early morning sunrise casting a gentle orange glow across his features, softening him.

you were in awe.

he was so beautiful, it was hard to believe he’s a total sadist in bed, but even that mind blowing sex couldn’t make you forget how gentle he was afterwards. his teasing was something you doubt you’ve ever come across, and maybe it was because he was older, but his words made you feel more reassured.

your eyes followed the deep scratches that littered his biceps, nape and shoulders that your own face began to burn slightly. “ow,” you mutter.

“taking in the view?” his rasp voice had your eyes snapping back to his face. his eyes now half lidded gazing tiredly at you.

“I didn’t mean too,” you gently rub over the scratches on his shoulder, your own voice slightly hoarse from the crying and moaning from last night. toji glances at his biceps not even reacting to the marks, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“I doubt that,” he scoffs.

your eyes widen, “honest! I don’t—leave marks like this,” you flush, glancing at him with pleading eyes.

he chuckles, rolling to his side inviting you to come closer, but he doesn’t give you a chance as he pulls you with his strong arm. pressing his face into your shoulder as he exhales. “it’s hot, so shut up.”

“they look like they hurt though,” you mutter into his shoulder.

“they do sting.”

you pull away with even wider eyes full of concern now that he can’t help but break out into a boisterous full body laugh. his chest shaking making you roll your eyes. “you’re joking.”

“nope, they do sting.”

“toji,” your cute brows are pinched together making him laugh even more.

“do you always scrunch that face when y’r worried,” he squishes your cheek. “it’s cute, feels like ya do it on purpose.”

“I’m literally just upset,” you pout because he was squishing your cheeks where it was slightly hard to talk. “does it actually sting—like a lot?” your eyes have a little mischief.

“Mmm, makes me hard thinkin’ bout how they got there,” he cracks a smirk as you stutter, hand coming to his face.

“shut up,” you roll your eyes.

“does anyone else know about this slutty tattoo?” he puts emphasis with his hand splayed on your lower back, rubbing the spot. “that their teacher actually rides cock like a certified slut.”

“you can’t say that,” you huff, more embarrassed than you’d like to admit because he was pulling your closer to him as his hand grabbed a handful of your ass.

“just did—am i gonna get punished again,” he throws your words back at, and it only helped to get you even more speechless. “i confess, i would love to get punished again,” he spreads your ass making you arch into his chest. his lips hovering over your ear. “you were moaning like a little slut.” his lips part as he mimics your moans, “toji angh—“ you slap his chest, making him laugh.

you sit up holding the blanket to your chest as you glare down at him. clearly getting embarrassed, which serves to entertain the older man. he smirks up at you, hand caressing your smaller wrist.

“stop talking about last night,” you deadpan.

“how can i not, you surprised me,” he confesses making you glare at him.

“what did you expect?” you raise a skeptical brow. that attitude of yours was definitely something that had him holding back a whimper. god, your immaturity coming out around him made him hard.

“expected you to be a little vanilla. not that I would’ve minded, I’d get you to do other stuff, but the way you wanted to take me yourself, just to show me your pussy stretching nice a big—“ toji had no shame being vulgar with his words. Especially when you pressed a hand to his mouth, flushed beyond belief.

“stop talking!” you press your face to his shoulder. he doesn’t though, instead he pulls your hand away easily and looks up.

“and your messy pussy gushing everywhere, were ya’ always a squirter?” he chuckles because he’d successfully fried your brain where your jaw was slack. your hands came to yours cheeks because you needed to cool down. the blanket slipping to reveal your breasts just a bit.

“you can’t ask me that,” you whine softly, head down.

he leans up, hand pressed on the mattress beside your thigh, his face popping up in front of you, tilting his head with a knowing smirk. “show me some confidence, pretty girl,” he teases, and earns a hand on his face pushing him away.

“you’re making fun of me!” you huff, face burning.

“I’m complimenting you,” he laughs.

“well stop laughing, then,” you snap.

he snorts, laughing still, “can’t help it. just like you can’t help spraying on my dick.”

“toji!”

he laughs again, as you shove his shoulder back making him fall back on the mattress. he pulls your wrist so you’re falling over him. his hand holding your nape. it took less than five seconds for you both to start making out. his gruff voice coming into small grunts as you hum in pleasure.

“I haveta get back to my room before everyone wakes up,” you say between kisses.

“Mmm,” toji continues kissing, “in a few.” he’s seating against the headboard, holding your face as you continue making out. it was messy and sloppy, but that’s all you would do, your hand holding his wrist that attempted to sneak into your pussy from behind. “a pretty girl should cum every morning.”

“not when she’s working,” you mutter, licking his tongue, salvia mixing with his as he groans. his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

his hands continued to wander, allowing him to grope your boobs, twisting your nipple as you sigh in pleasure—

THUMP THUMP THUMP

the loud thumping at the door has you jolting,

“who’s that?” you whisper, glancing at the clock. it was still two hours before everyone needed to wake up.

toji shrugs, unsure too as he pulls you back to his lips. “keep kissing me, pretty.” you follow his pull, lips coming together again until the knocks get louder followed by—

“dad! are you awake?!” megumi’s little voice yells on the other side. now both you and toji are frozen, you more panicky than him, as he keeps you on his lap when you try to get off. “dad!”

“mr. toji!” yuuji’s voice chimes in only adding to your confusion and slight corner you’re stuck in now.

but that’s when the light bulb goes off in toji’s head, “oh.”

“what?” you whisper.

“promised them I’d take them on my run in the morning,” he glances at the clock, “didn’t think gumi would actually get up though.”

you get a little more panicky, but toji easily chuckles. “get in the bathroom, I’ll tell them I just needa change first.”

you nod, sliding off his lap. he slips his sweats on fixing himself in his boxers as you slip on his tshirt and rush into the bathroom earning a gentle tap on the ass by toji as he tries to squeeze it when he walks past you to the door. “stop,” you squeal, running away and finally closing the bathroom shut.

he licks his lips, biting a groan before swinging the door open, mind you the knocking didn’t stop.

“what took you so long?” megumi frowns up at him. both boys wearing their shorts, megumi opting for a navy t shirt and yuuji with his bright red tank top.

“it took forever to wake megumi up! but you were the one that woke up late so we get the ten dollars, you promised, you promised!” Yuuji blurts.

toji scratches his hair. “yeah yeah, let me change quickly and I’ll meet you boys in your room—“

“we’ll just wait with you,” megumi easily slips inside his dad’s room followed by yuuji who skips to the large windows.

“woahhh your view is better than ours,” he presses his face to the glass. “and it’s ten dollars each, not together!”

toji licks his teeth, glancing at the bathroom.

“okay stay put, im gonna take piss and come out,” toji subtly picks up your clothes from the floor along with his own change of clothes before slipping into the bathroom.

his brows raise when he sees an empty room. he quietly whispers your name, walking up the shower and pulling the curtains back to see you sitting. “they’re still here?” you mouth. he chuckles, nodding.

“I’ll leave with them and then you can slip back to your room after,” he pets your head all cocky, making you slap his hand away with a huff, to which he laughs and walks to the toilet.

you patiently wait in the bathroom until he finishes changing and grabs your jaw, planting a wet kiss against your lips. you hum in shock, whining when he skillfully plays with your tongue groaning. “we’re still going on that date when we get back,” he says licking his lips and you can just nod.

he gives you one last wink before slipping out.

fuck.

unfortunately for you, sleeping with a student’s parent is exactly how you’d picture it going. him teasing you every chance he gets under his breath. subtle touches when no one is looking, and of course, gentle reminders of last nights events when you’re sitting on the buses back to the school.

“you need to behave yourself,” you scold him, getting up and sitting on the other side of the aisle. he frowns rolling his eyes.

however things weren’t fully realized until you got to the last rest stop. and all the kids flooded out all needing to use the bathroom. toji and you being the first to finish, when toji decided to corner you against the bus.

his hand gently caressing your waist over your top, while the other tilted your chin to the side.

“you did a good job covering this up,” he rubs the spot where he remembers leaving a pretty dark hickey. “I can leave another one down here,” he drops his hand to the front of your top, pulling the fabric down just a bit.

“toji,” you say sternly, as if you aren’t beyond flustered.

he cracks a smile, glancing over his shoulder before turning back to you, “kidding…so give me a kiss,” he whispers against your lips. “before the kids comes.”

you flush. he’s so needy. it was a pleasant surprise, but also messed with your head.

“just a kiss,” he softly coos, eyes half lidded, hands caressing you like you were all he needed to continue another two hours on this god forsaken bus with a bunch of middle schoolers. so you grant him it.

the kiss was soft, innocent, his hand pulling you flush against his body, “so sweet,” he sighs, slipping his tongue in, as he does, you’ve come to realize—

“WHAT!” a loud shout has you and toji flinching and whipping to look at the source and of course it’s the mischievous little nobara. “you were kissing Miss. L/N!!” she shouts so loudly as more of the kids flooded out of the bathrooms.

yuuji who was standing behind her the whole time has his jaw permanently nailed to the ground.

“nobara,” you laugh nervously, trying to defuse the situation, but she’s already chanting you and mr.toji sitting in a tree K.I—. and the other kids follow suite.

yuuji is still sat on the bus with his jaw slack, megumi in a similar state but more of a glare as they surround you both on the seats. toji raises a brow at his kid, almost testing his glare. “have somethin’ to say—“

but yuuji immediately stands up, pointing at you. “why would mr. toji kiss you! you don’t like stinky things and mr. toji is SO STINKY!” yuuji’s cry has you flushing eyes wide.

“yuuji,” you start, but nobara is laughing.

“they’re in loveeee so it doesn’t matter,” she chuckles and this leaves you and toji stunned.

“in love?!” Megumi now shouts. “miss is super super sweet and my dad is—“ he looks back at his dad frowning. toji puzzled raises a brow.

“your dad is what?” he tests him.

your sweating, laughing, “okay guys, this isn’t the time—“

“my dad is grumpy and not sweet,” megumi frowns, not scared at standing up to his dad.

the sixth graders all listening and enjoying the show, ooo at the same time. some were on nobara’s side of gushing over their sweet lovely teacher with a strong man like toji who they’ve spent most of the trip with. and the other side was on yuuji and megumi’s who are in disbelief that their sweet lovely teacher like you could be with a grumpy fighter like toji.

“I’m not sweet?” toji cocks his head.

megumi hums and yuuji agrees along with a few other boys.

“so when I drive you to school? or take care of ya when y’r sick and whining, or drive you both to practice, or go on runs with you slow-pokes, or buy ya sweets, or take care of you—what’s all that then?” toji has the entire bus silent.

megumi and yuuji frown, embarrassed.

“ya that’s what I thought,” toji rubs more salt on the wound and your chest clenches as you look at the boys.

“toji was a big help with all of you guys, and he’s very sweet for volunteering to come along,” you try to reason with your class who all pout while others gush. “and uh—“ you look at the boys who are all upset. “you kids are obviously the sweetest,” a few of them blink up at you. kids love praise. “you all made this year amazing and toji agrees with me too. you all brought us all together and definitely were better than the other classes,” you put a finger to your lips. “but don’t tell them I said that.”

the kids all laugh together nodding.

“I told you we were the better class,” yuuji cheers, stunning his tongue out. “it’s because of your class president,” he slaps his chest. megumi laughs, especially when Nobara starts arguing with him.

“no it’s because I’m CO-President!” she huffs and the two go back n forth immediately changing the subject for the rest of the bus ride.

and once you settle back into your seat toji gives you smirk. you raise a brow.

he shrugs.

you tilt your head. weird.

but all toji was doing was admiring you. simple.

a/n: this was longer than I intended, but hopefully you guys enjoyed it. I definitely spent months coming in and out of this story, haven’t written smut in a few months so I had to find my style again lol!

Blood was splattered on the mat, your eyes catching the gruesome scene of Toji bashing into some poor man’s face as three men shouted and struggled to pull Toji off. The man stood, shrugging off the three.

“All fucking talk,” Toji spat, downing his water. “Fuckin brat, couldn’t get a single punch in.” That’s when his eyes drifted to the girl, standing at the entrance. His eyes squinting. “What did I say about bringing fans into the gym?” His voice echoed.

Your eyes went wide by the sudden attention. Your heart was pounding. You’d watched videos all week in preparation. There were very few of Toji Fushiguro talking to press, most were of videos which consisted of his MMA fights, cursing at the media, or the scandalous headlines of the new women that’d leave his penthouse building every morning.

“Who brought this little girl here?” Toji huffed, annoyed.

“I’m here—“ you were quickly interrupted by an older man, Toji’s coach, jogging up.

“This is the journalist from the Tokyo Metropolitan Post,” the manager said. Smiling at you. “Ms. L/n?”

“Yes,” you nodded, thanking god that the manager came before Mr. Fushiguro could bash your face in.

Your hands were holding you notepad tightly as the manager spoke to Toji alone. You stood to the side awkwardly distracting yourself. Acting like you couldn’t hear Toji’s protests, saying he never agreed to this interview in the first place.

“Kid,” a gruff voice brought you back, spinning around to see the man glaring at you. You tried not to look anxious, concealing it with an awkward cough. “We’ll have the interview in the locker room.”

You shuffled after Toji as he led you into the locker room. The door shutting loudly behind you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Fushiguro-san,” you quickly say, trying to ease your nerves by talking. You looked up when you didn’t hear a reply, only to see the large man pulling off his shirt.

“I’m drenched in sweat. The interview is only a voice recording, so it’s fine if I quickly shower as you ask questions?” His question is a little late considering he already had his shirt off.

“I-It’s…” you cleared your throat. “It’s fine, Fushiguro-san,” you pushed a stray hair back, before turning around to give the fighter some privacy.

Toji quirked a brow when he saw the journalist turn her back. It was understandable, yet he found it amusing nonetheless. This journalist was pretty young, yet she seemed stubborn. He could see the slight pink dusting her ears and after that all he could think about was that she’s probably inexperienced. She’s much smaller compared to him. He could lift her up easily. Probably bruise easily too…

“You can start the questions. I don’t like interviews so you have until I finish changing,” Toji said, grabbing a towel as he covered his front, taking your cue to turn back around. Your face went pink at the sight of the fully naked man. Your eyes immediately fell down to your notepad, your heart beating a bit louder in your ears. Thankfully he covered his lower half or you might have lost consciousness.

“Get on with it,” he said, going over to turn the shower on.

“Uh oh y-yes sir,” you quickly stammer, not even realizing you’d said sir. However the fighter definitely caught it. His eyes looking up. Sir. He couldn’t stop the small tug in the corner of his lips. How cute.

You opened your notepad and began the recording. “Could you please introduce yourself?” Your cheeks were pink at the stupid standard question.

“Toji Fushiguro…MMA fighter…you better start asking better questions, doll,” Toji said dropping his towel and getting into the shower.

Your fist clenched. You’ve never conducted an interview in such circumstances. This was no way to treat an interview and your blood was boiling at how embarrassed you felt. And how little respect Fushiguro-San was showing you.

“How did you get into the sport?” You tried to ask questions. However the more questions you asked the less and less he felt like answering.

“Pass.” “I don’t know.” “Next.”

You were growing impatient. This interview was going absolutely nowhere.

“Fushiguro-san you agreed to this interview, I expect to have some clear answers or at least a sentence response. These short replies or one word answers are useless,” you spoke clearly, trying your best to stay calm. You enjoyed working at the post, in fact, you took pride in being a journalist, and you’ve dealt with unresponsive people. Yet this man felt a bit more intimidating, considering his track record.

“How old are you, sweetheart?” Your ears perked up at the sudden question. For the past five or so minutes, Toji was skipping your questions. Now he’s suddenly asking you in return. It’s not fair. Yet…

“Twenty,” you replied.

“Still in school?” He followed up. You felt defeated. Was the interview that bad? You’d done interviews prior to this one, but considering the situation, you were a little off your game. Did he ask how old you were because of how incapable you seem?

“Last year of university,” you answer. “Nevermind that, if you could answer my previous questions—“

“Hmm,” his voice echoed, as he suddenly pushed the curtain back, yours eyes went wide as you watched the buff man step out of the shower. Water droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted body. His muscles rippling with each step he took. His veins protruding on his arms as he pushed his wet hair back. Your eyes couldn’t stop but follow the water that flowed down his chest, past the veins and the hairs the led you down to—

“So you’re a baby,” his voice knocked you out.

“Excuse me?” Your voice had a slight edge which made Toji smile. The attitude is cute.

“What experience do you even have?” Your face flushed when you realized he definitely caught you staring. Your lips parted slightly, your mind drifting to the unbelievably large length that hung between his legs. The hairs that were well groomed and led down to him. You didn’t need someone to point it out because you could already feel how hot your cheeks were. Toji dried his body, the towel moving across his shoulders, underarms, chest, lower stomach—

“I’m not a baby,” you stammer. “I’ve worked for the post for almost a year, and I have prior experience as well,” you defend yourself.

“Such as?” Toji taunted, making you feel insecure. You wouldn’t allow that.

“Well I’ve had two internships and my stories have gotten published in the…” your words seem to slur. As your breath hitched when he dried off his length, this was your first time seeing one in real life. You were mesmerized by his entire physique. Is this the standard…no…he’s definitely above average.

Toji held in his laughter, he was barely doing anything. The amount of times he’s showered while in meetings, or walked out naked, were too many to count. Yet he’s never had someone react like this. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was staring. Her face is completely flushed just by looking at his soft cock that hung lazily between his legs. She’s so cute.

“Well if that’s all the questions you have for me…” Toji grabbed his boxers, your brows knit together.

“But, you barely answered any of my questions,” you eventually snapped back to reality. Your face burned as you looked up to see Toji smiling down at you. You couldn’t bare to admit to what you were looking at and decided to pretend you weren’t thinking of his cock. uh it was so big…why did the first time you see a dick have to be now, and attached to this man of all.

“You still got the interview, doll,” Toji pushed his wet hair back. Your eyes squinting in annoyance, making the fighter’s lips curl into a smirk. As he stepped towards you, his boxers now covering his huge length. Yet you still caught a glimpse of the hairs that stuck out. He leaned down, his lips ghosting yours as your eyes fluttered and your core tightened. He smelled so good. His breath was so warm. However the warmth disappeared, until you felt it against your ear. Toji hadn’t realized the heat emitting from your body. Until his hand ghosted over your neck. Fingers tickling your collarbones as he fixed your lopsided necklace. Knuckles grazing the tops of your breasts as he straightened out the figure on your sternum.

“You’re burning up, sweetheart,” his light chuckle went straight down your body. “I wonder how drenched you are?” You could feel his smile, your face was on fire, as you felt his thumb brush over your collarbones, your chest rising and falling like the wind got knocked out of you.

“Fushiguro-san!” You pushed his chest back, face bright red, hands shaking. How embarrassing! Your thighs were squeezing together to stop the pulsing of your core. You could already feel your panties stick to you because of how much you were leaking.

Toji smiled, watching you try to collect your thoughts and feeling your small hands against his torso. How adorable.

“I…you…can’t say things…like that,” you replied. “It’s unprofessional,” you stuttered. Toji had to contain himself. Unprofessional. Keeping your eyes on the ground, not realizing your hands were still on his bare abs until you felt a warm hand cover yours, a thumb gently stroking the inside of your wrist. You lost all thoughts, only watching as the large man bent to his knees, and brought your wrist to his lips, giving a sloppy kiss on the vein, sending a shiver through your body.

“But it’s fun,” he smiled, making your face burn, smoke steaming off your skin as Toji’s breath warmed your wrist. His lips were wet, the scar on the side brushing your burning skin. Toji couldn’t understand why he was doing this. He found your reactions to be the most adorable thing ever. Your confused face, your lips partially open, your thighs squeezed together.

A knock on the door suddenly had you back to reality, snapping to your feet, however your position had you stumbling from the bench behind you as it knocked the back of your knees, sending you falling forwards. Toji immediately catching you. He stifled a laugh as he held your waist steady, your face just inches from his , when you let out the smallest, cutest, and softest moan.

His brow quirked. You had somehow gotten yourself to fall on him and have his thigh slated between your legs. Core directly on him. Skirt pushing up your thighs as you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, accidentally rubbing your soaked panties on him, making you bite your lips, but Toji heard the slight whimper.

“My my, you are quite the tease. Soaked straight through, and now rubbing yourself on me,” Toji teased, your face beyond red, as you struggled to push off the fighter. He released you, smiling when he saw the drenched pink panties as you stood up. His eyes under your skirt had you crying from embarrassment. Quickly pulling your skirt down. Toji pouted as to help you, but you only scurried further away, face completely red.

“I…interviewisoverThankyouverymuchfushiguro-san,” you felt like you were going to burst. Your lips parting as your eyes avoided the fighter as you quickly exited the locker room.

Toji stood up. A sigh escaping his lips. “virgins,” he mumbled to himself. Yet there is a glint in his eyes. Her stuttering. The blushing. Her curiosity. Toji laughed to himself seeing the large print in his boxers. “What a cute thing.”

Hell. Now he had to take care of this. Toji was beyond pent up. He’d quickly gotten himself off once you’d left. How could he not. You’d been kind enough to leave some of your juices on his thigh. Though he had enough pre-cum from your little fall, the moment he wiped your juices on his cock, he couldn’t stop himself from cumming. Yet why was he hard again.

His face was sweaty as he pounded into the nameless women. Groaning as he pushed her into the mattress, his head tilting back as he remembered your gaze on him. The way your brows knit together when he didn’t answer your questions. So adorable—Toji clenched his jaw as he felt his cock twitch as he only pounded harder. Nothing was getting him there. when he pulled out he was still stiff as a rock.

“Still hard baby,” the women on his mattress moaned as she rubbed her pussy for Toji, before her hand wrapped around his cock. The second women leaning over and lapping up Toji’s fat cock.

Toji rubbed his face in frustration. It’s almost been a full week. He’s been worked up since the moment he met you. He wanted to caress your face, kiss your cheeks. He wanted to see what you’d look like with tears in your eyes and bruised up. Tell him more about yourself. For fucks sake he didn’t even remember your name until he asked his manager a couple nights ago.

“Honey, you’re so big, love your cock,” the women beneath Toji lapped at his cock before deep throating it as the other women licked his balls. Toji was growing more frustrated the wetter his cock got. This was not helping at all. He groaned as he felt his cock stir. Grabbing the women’s head as he fucked her face, until he was releasing his warm cum down her throat. He groaned, annoyed when he looked down to see someone that wasn’t her.

“Fuck off,” Toji snapped, getting off the bed and telling the women to leave. He turned on the water, stepping into the cold shower. Unable to understand his own thoughts as he leaned his head against the shower wall, water cascading down his muscles.

“I can’t,” your teeth clenched. You wanted off this story. You couldn’t continue with it and the interview gave you absolutely nothing.

“You’re the one that agreed to the story, unless someone else is ready to forfeit and exchange stories then you’re stuck with this one,” your boss said. You cursed yourself for agreeing to this shit story. With the shit game. And the shitty ass fighter. You sat in front of your desk, a blank document open.

Your mind wandered off to what you’d experienced. Never had anything more embarrassing happened before. How could you be so unprofessional? How could you get so worked up over some jerk face smug asshole. Your fist clenched. Remembering the way his fingers grazed your collarbones, the subtle touches along your breasts. The stupid ass pet names that made your stomach flutter.

It was the most humbling experience of your life. After that interview, returning to your apartment. Going straight to your room, ignoring your roommates who were watching a movie. Eyes filled with tears as you fell on your bed, frustrated you had such an experience and your pussy still fluttering at the thought. Fuck me! You cursed indulging your arousal just to get it over with. Yet when you couldn’t find a satisfactory relief, you cried even more. How embarrassing! Your mind wandering to his large rough hands, how would they feel?

The week went on with you begging to get a new story and your boss declining you. Then it was you in lectures staring off and fushiguro-san popping in your mind. Get out of my head!

“If the interview didn’t go well. Just ask for another one. Athletes don’t like talking about their private lives, but they seem a bit more open to say a few things after winning a game,” your co-worker said as she sat across from you. Your eyes lit up, that’s perfect. Yes! You’ll go to the fight tomorrow and you’ll just ask him questions in public. If he wins the game, and a bunch of journalist surround him, he’s going to answer some so you’ll just hide there and ask questions. Plus you’ll be able to snap some pictures which your boss wanted.

That’s how you ended up here. You had your notepad, pen, camera, and recorder. You made the smart decision to wear pants this time, not even risking a thing this time around. You will not indulge him or embarrass yourself. Professional. Yes professional… all profes…

Your stomach turned as you stood beside the other journalists, watching the first fighter get called up. Yet you felt your body heat up when you heard his name. Your eyes immediately gravitating towards the door as you watched him make his way. The stadium was full as they cheered for the man. His brows were knit together, his jaw was clenched. He looked worked up.

You subconsciously crossed your legs, squeezing them together as the fight began. Your heart was pounding as you watched him fight. Watching videos is nothing compared to seeing him fight live. The commotion from the audience, the clapping, the snapping of cameras. Your eyes could not leave his form.

Your fingers continued to snap shots of the man. Your heart was hammering in your ears as you felt your stomach churn with each punch Toji took. It scared you how unfazed he was taking several punches before getting his chance to plow into his opponent. You weren’t sensitive to blood or violence, but you cringed witnessing the man get hurt.

Toji grunted as he sat in his corner. Chugging some water as he mentally prep—

His breath hitched, the water sliding down from his chin, running down his chest. The familiar golden glint of the necklace. His eyes immediately locked on her. He brushed off the slight rise in his heart beat, and the sudden jittery feeling in his stomach.

Your cheeks went pink when your eyes met. Your grip tightening on your precious camera. The stadium fell silent, only able to hear your breathing as Toji gave a small smirk, before he stood back up for the final round. You couldn’t concentrate, only able to gaslight yourself into thinking that you didn’t make eye contact and he probably saw something behind you.

The moment Toji knocked out his opponent with a harsh jab to his jaw, the match was over. The stadium bursted into applause and shouting as the journalists crowded the ring. You immediately followed suit, this was your chance for him to answer questions in the craze.

Sports channels had cameras all up in Toji’s face. His brow ticked, but nonetheless he answered standard questions after a win. “Glad to be here” “it was a good fight” blah blah

“Do you have anyone to thank?!” The sports man laughed holding the mic out for Toji, the camera pointed at him. Toji felt like he imagined you in the audience. Maybe he was just projecting his own delusions. His thoughts of you somehow creeping in during the fight. But why did he still reply, “just a cute journalist.”

Fuck. You cursed. The amount of journalist and cameraman were unimaginable. You were pushed all the way to the back, not even able to stick a hand through to get your recorder in.

Your jaw clenched when you noticed the crew escorting Toji back to the locker-rooms. Cameramen we’re not allowed, however journalists had free range. Immediately following them down the Hall until you noticed them all crowding around an open door. Apologizing as you tried to squeeze yourself through, just need my recorder to get—

“Ah,” a small yelped escaped your lips as your legs tripped on someone’s foot, the sudden crowd having accidentally shoved you forward, as you landed on your knees. You sat up, cursing quietly as you quickly checked to make sure there were no damages to your precious new camera. A sigh of relief escaping once it gave you a beautiful clean sparkle.

“journalist-chan,” A voice spoke, your head looking up, immediately being met with the dark green orbs. Your cheeks flushed immediately, the man was getting stitched and patched as journalists bombarded him with questions that only had him clenching his jaw. But then you came and fell right into his sight.

“f-fushiguro-san,” you cursed yourself for stuttering. But how could you not. The last time you saw this man was when you had the most embarrassing experience of your fucking life! “I’m just…here to get questions. Since you were no help last time.”

“Same attitude as ever, I see,” Toji remarked, “like acting like a brat?” He pushed the medics hand away from his face as he told him he’s fine. Your brows furrowed as you watched Toji grab his sweater, zipping it up before grabbing his bag ready to leave.

“Wait, can’t you at least answer one question,” you cursed yourself for being the unprofessional one now. How could you talk to an athlete like—

“I’ll answer your stupid ass questions, just not in this fuckin’ place,” Toji grumbled as he grabbed your arm pulling you to your feet as he made his way out the locker room, the crew escorting him.

You had no time to reply, only following the older man as his hand slipped down to your own, leading you down the hallway as journalists followed and shouted for answers. You kept a careful hand on your camera afraid it’ll be damaged in the bustle as the other unconsciously squeezed Toji’s as you tried to keep up with his fast paced. Toji looked over his shoulder, making sure you were really here. Your eyes looking up meeting his, only to make him give you a small smile. Kill me now. You cursed, heart immediately popping out of your chest and slamming right back in.

Toji sighed once he was sat in his car. His chest rising and falling. It was quite a night, and then he was bombarded by all those people. Now he had to entertain you. You awkwardly sat beside him, hands hugging your camera.

“You can just answer like two questions, fushiguro-san—“

“Drop the fushiguro-san,” Toji grumbled. “Toji is fine.” Your cheeks went pink.

“Um, t-to…” you couldn’t, it didn’t feel right. “I mean you don’t have to answer all my questions, I don’t want to bother you—“

“You’re no bother,” Toji looked at you from the corner of his eye. You weren’t even looking at him. Only fidgeting with your camera in your lap. Your ears were a light pink, your eyes fluttering around as you tried to think. “We’re here anyways, if you don’t mind coming in, I’ll answer your questions.”

“Okay,” You cursed again. He had you playing right into his fingers. His hand brushed your hair from your shoulder, your head turning in his direction as he let his fingers subtly graze your skin.

“We’re here fushiguro-san,” the driver informed. Your eyes were ripped from Toji’s, once you noticed the paparazzi that surround his building. Oh for fucks sake—

“Stay close,” Toji broke your thoughts, placing a baseball cap on your head and opening the door. The paparazzi immediately swarmed the car as Toji and some building security escorted him through the crowd. You kept your hand in Toji’s, letting him lead you, however, the crowd seemed to look past you as another journalist. I mean you are. But not realizing your hand in Toji’s, someone accidentally had a hold on your camera strap pulling you back.

A yelp escaped your lips, before your hand immediately left Toji as you turned back around, watching your camera crash onto the floor and get stomped on by the crowd. No! Fuck fuck fuck! Your eyes brimmed with tears as you fell trying to see the damage—it’s destroyed. Broken to bits. You cursed yourself for not buying the three year lease for damages.

“Oi!” Toji cursed when you got eaten by the crowd. Fucking kid. He turned pushing the annoying ass cameras from his face before he found you getting shoved and kicked on the ground. “What’re you—“ another paparazzi accidentally stumbled into you as they tried to push past. Toji felt his blood boil, aggressively shoving them back, before his arm hooked around your waist, hoisting you off the ground as he carried you quickly into the building. “What’s wrong with you? I asked for one fuckin thing…” Toji’s voice trailed off when he looked at the tears that swelled in your eyes and the corpse of your camera in your hands. “Christ.”

“I saved up so much for it,” you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to hold on your tears. The camera was worth a lot! You cherished it, and you’ve only had it for a month! Toji led you to the elevator as you mindlessly followed him, complaining and whining.

“Okay I get it,” Toji groaned walking into the large penthouse, dropping his things down and kicking his shoes off. You wiped your tears noticing the tired strides Toji took to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and chugging it, before wincing. You awkwardly walked in, putting the broken camera down by your shoes, at least the sd card was fine, you thought. Also pushing the cap off.

“You’re still bleeding,” you mumbled, pointing to your temple. Toji brushed it off, but you felt guilty for putting him through more stress with your own problems. So you asked him where the first aid kit was. The large kit was now open on the coffee table as Toji sat on the couch, letting you patch up the stitches that he didn’t let the medic cover up.

Carefully wiping the blood, and spraying it for germs, before placing a bandage on it. Toji could not take his eyes off you. As much as you tried to avoid his eyes, you could feel his piercing gaze on you, immediately warming up your body. Toji hummed once you patched up his chest, his hand roaming up your waist, before slipping under your shirt to feel the warm skin.

“Toji-san,” you mumbled, Toji felt his blood rush down at the cute way you said his name. His fingers mindlessly rubbed your waist as he looked up at you.

“Ask me your questions,” he said, for some reason, he wanted to know what you would look like when you were happy. Only having seen the frustrated and annoyed side which he found to be absolutely adorable and funny.

Your eyes lit up, grabbing the recorder from your back pocket and hitting play. The questions were already in your head as you fired them one after the other. A thrilling blush beginning to form as Toji finally answered them. Though he still brushed past some, he still chose some that he was comfortable answering. Toji licked his lips as he leaned against the couch, answering a question. Your heart was hammering on your chest, he looked so good like this. His eyes were half lidded, the cuts on his face and chest, only seemed to increase his attractiveness.

“Anymore questions for me, sweetheart?” Toji looked up, your lips were parted, the same pink blush he always imagined was bright and apparent. Toji quirked a teasing brow, subconsciously spreading his legs wider for you, as if he knew you’d take that other step and close the distance.

He hummed having your lips push against his. He smiled widely, feeling your inexperienced lips try to get some satisfaction from him. How cute. His hand immediately grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap, he took hold of her jaw and lead the kiss. Kissing her beautiful lips, until she parted them, allowing his tongue to enter, pushing against her. His hand wandering under her shirt, until it rested under her breast, finger pushing under the bra—

“Wait—“ you broke the kiss, your chest was heaving as your thoughts were jumbled. Your eyes darted between his as he gently caressed your cheek, his tongue licking your lips as he had your mind falling back to him. It was all him. You just wanted him. “I’ve never—“

“I think that’s pretty obvious, doll,” Toji cut you off, your face catching on fire, sending the man cackling. “You’re burning up and I’ve only kissed you, I’ve barely even touched you. Can feel your pussy pulsing through your pants.” H-how embarrassing! Your eyes were wide, and cheeks flaring hot.

“What?!” You shrieked, only for Toji to cut you off with his lips. If your lips taste this good, he wonders how good your pussy tastes. You tried your best to keep up with him, pulling your shirt over your head tossing it aside. His lips began to leave sloppy kisses down your neck. Your fingers tangling in the back of his head as his hand trailed up your spine, making you arch into him before he unclasped your bra. Your nipples already perked up as he smiled at them. Your legs squeezed around him, biting your lip when he brushed his lips against the buds.

“So cute,” he said, flicking his tongue on the hard nipples, salvia coating the skin as you bet your lip. His eyes looked up at you, catching you off guard. Your lips parting in surprise only to see his lips tug up. His hand wide digging into the flesh of your waist as he kissed and sucked your tits. Your eyes were dazed, whimpering oh so quietly, it sounded like a lullaby. Toji was getting too excited. A blank canvas. You had no experience at all, especially after that kiss. The thought of his hand being the first to touch you, he’ll make sure it’s the only one too.

“toji-san,” you yelped feeling him lift you up. Your arms wrapping around his shoulder as he caught your lips with his own. Your mind ignoring wherever he was taking you, and allowed yourself to get lost in him. His hand slipping into your pants to grip your ass as he sucked on your neck.

The next thing you know, your pants were on the ground and he was laying you down on the large bed, before his lips were back on yours. Your legs rubbed together, worked up over the heat and pulsing. Toji groaned at the way you were squirming.

“Stop moving,” he growled, your face turning red as you pouted. “If you stay still, I’ll take care of it.” Toji’s eyes looking down at yours. Your lip quivered, lips parting, only making him brush his thumb on the soft tissue, tugging it down. Your tongue seemed to understand, lulling out for him. “How dirty,” he commented. “Such a little slut.” He rubbed his thumb on your wet tongue, making you whimper, however, you desperately clenched your fist, trying not to squirm.

Toji took his time kissing and teasing you. Slowly moving his face down, his licks sent goosebumps rising through your body. Your lip quivering as you watched him anxiously get closer to where you wanted him most. Toji’s fingers tweaked the side of your panties, before pulling it up, making you whine.

“toji-san!” You bit your lip, as Toji raised a brow, you immediately stopped the squirming.

Toji kissed the wet panties. His lips feeling your soft lips beneath the thin fabric. Smells so good, the panties were already drenched, yet he still drooled and lapped at the resistance, only to tease the little bud underneath. Your teeth tug into your lip, frustrated how much he was teasing, but you still wanted to behave. His eyes staring up at you sent shivers down your spine and a warm pool continue to settle between your legs.

“Awww such a good girl,” toji cooed, absolutely delighted how much your obeying. You lips shook as your fingers held his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Is the problem here?” Toji spoke to you like a baby, you couldn’t even lie and say you hated it, because it only had you clenching your legs together, making the older man smirk. Toji’s finger pressed against the bud, your hips jerking as your fingers dug into his shoulder.

“Do something, please,” you mumbled quietly, embarrassed you had to ask. But Toji rewarded you, ripping off your panties, and taking a wet lap up your folds, tongue running through your soaking slit, as he hummed in approval. The taste coating his lips as he smiled in delight. Your hand immediately fell to your side gripping the sheets. Toji hummed feeling his cock rise, lapping up your stunning pussy.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he moaned, taking another lap. Adoring the way you squirmed and clawed at his shoulders. However he already has his tongue in your hole, before he went up and circled your clit with his tongue, grabbing your hips up closer to his face stimulating your beautiful cunt.

“to-toji-san!” You cried as you felt him bring you closer and closer. He held your firmly against him as he ate your pussy, feeling the way your clenched around nothing and your body writhing up, until you finally started shaking and releasing onto his tongue. Your chest was heaving as Toji pulled back. A trail of salvia and juices connecting his lips to your drenched pussy. “Taste so good, lemme get a better look at this cute little pussy,” He licked his lips as he spread apart your folds fingers spreading around your mess, watching you clench around nothing.

“So cute, came so fast, doll,” Toji praised, immediately noticing the way you clenched and rubbed up into his fingers at the praise. Toji laughed, your face turning red as your hands swung down to your core.

“Don’t look!” You blurted, completely embarrassed to have this man stare and admire your most private area. Toji laughed as he brought a finger to your lips. You unknowingly parted them, letting his middle finger enter your mouth, automatically sucking on the digit before he added his ringer finger. Toji hummed rubbing your inner thigh, encouraging you to continue sucking.

You seemed to forget what you did moment ago, because you were retracting your hands and instead tried to rub up on Toji-san. As you held his wrist sucking on his fingers. Your eyes fluttering gently as your drool ran down his wrist and your chin.

“Christ,” Toji mumbled, “you like acting like a little slut?” The slap to your pussy had your hips bucking and uncontrolled moan escape your lips. Your eyes were wide, surprised by the reaction. However, a light sparked lit in Toji’s eyes. “My little girl just moan when I slapped her filthy pussy?” You shook your head embarrassed. He hummed released his fingers from your lips as your own fingers pulled at your bottom lip, unconsciously squeezing your tits together in suspense. Your legs opened wider, inviting the older man to do as he pleased.

Toji groaned at the sight of you sprawled out in front of him. Arousal stirring inside him as he pushed your legs further apart, his fingers rubbing your pussy, spreading your lips so he can see the view. His fingers closed around your bud, making you whine and buck your hips up. Until a sharp slap had you crying out.

“Such a fucking whore, you wanted me to play with you that’s why you came here, eh?” Toji asked, rubbing your clit again before giving it another slap, your eyes filled with tears.

“No!” You replied, lips quivering, not realizing how much you were enjoying this. How he was doing whatever he wanted with your body and you were just going along for the fun.

“That so? You lying to me?” Toji’s middle finger sank into your pussy, causing your hips to roll into him, lips parting as a gasp slipped. “How drenched were you when you went home?” Toji asked, pumping his finger into you, as his thumb played with the swollen bud. “Did you touch yr’slf as you thought of me?” Your face was getting red the more he pushed for answers. Your heart thumping in your ears, because his fingers felt so good inside you.

“More…want more,” you asked, Toji’s tongue clicked as he pulled his fingers out and gave your pussy another slap, your head thrown back as you cried. “toj-san!”

“Don’t act like a fucking brat,” he snapped, rubbing your clit as he asked again. “Did you think of me when you touched yourself?”

“Yes!” You shouted, toji continued to tease your hole, egging you in. “I…couldn’t cum…it didn’t feel good,” you mumbled. “I was so wet, but I wanted…you,” you couldn’t look at him, the words were too embarrassing. Yet Toji was absolutely stunned, his lips tugging into a wide grin before he plunged two fingers into your hole, pumping them fast. A loud cry ripped from your lips at the sudden stretch.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl,” toji was so proud, you were listening to him and you admitted how much you wanted him. He wanted you to cover his hand with your juices, needing you to stretch some more so he can finally sink his heavy cock into you. Your walls squeezing his fingers as he curled them, leaning down to bite and slobber on your tits. Your hands pulling at his hair as you cried, feeling your orgasm edge closer.

Toji hummed against your tits, as he pulled back, pumping faster, hearing the juices squish around, until your hips were squirming up as you gushed around his fingers. The man smiled, pumping you through your high, as you clawed at his wrists to push him away. Your walls clenching around his fingers, as he pulled them out. Smiling at the mess you’d made. He sucked his digits clean, humming at the sweet liquid, as you tried to catch your breath.

“You’re so adorable, like my fingers?” Toji’s lips ghosted yours, as he rolled his hips between your legs. You feel the outline of his dick rub against you. You hummed, your thoughts still floating as you opened your mouth for the man. Tongue hanging out as Toji hummed kissing your tongue as he ran his along yours before letting his spit could down your tongue. You moaned a bit too loudly as you swallowed leaning up for more. Christ you’re this fucked out just by his tongue and fingers?

“good, uh,” you moaned softly as he rocked his hips between your legs. Your pussy drenching his shorts. You still wanted more? Toji’s tongue swirled with yours as you panted against him. Tits pushing up against his broad chest, feeling his salvia on you squish against him.

“Think you can take my cock, sweetheart?” Toji asked, kissing the corner of your lips as you panted gently. Your lips curled into a little smile as your fingers felt his chest, moving down his abs, careful of the purple bruises.

“Wanna have it,” you spoke, your words just flying out of your lips making Toji chuckle as he brushed your hair to see you smiling at him.

“Greedy little thing a‘ren’t you,” Toji laughed as you smiled, licking his lips he lifted you further up the bed so he could toss his shorts and boxers off. Your lips parting at the sight. Flashbacks of him stepping out of the shower were in your mind for a week, but for some reason it slipped your mind that it’ll obvious be bigger when he’s aroused.

Toji hummed as he stroked his cock, before grabbing your hips and rubbing his cock between your folds, getting him wet. Your eyes were wide at the size. He was thick, the mushroom head leaked pre cum as he rested his heavy cock on your stomach, making you realize how far he’ll reach.

“It’s not…” you couldn’t wrap your head around how this is going to work. “there’s no way it’ll fit,” you blurted, completely stunned as Toji laughed rocking his hips between your folds as he pressed his tip against your bud. Circling it as your legs twitched.

“sure about that?” Toji slappped his cock against your clit, making you moan. “made you cum twice, you’ll be fine,” your eyes were wide as Toji pushed your legs up, spreading you out more before he pushed in. Your jaw went slack, as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“To-san!” Toji hummed as you cried out, he’d only gotten the head in.

“fhuck baby, relax,” Toji’s jaw clenched, your grip was suffocating him. You’re lucky he’s your first, because if this was some stupid ass college kid, he wouldn’t have been able to take care of you. But thankfully you were in toji-san’s care.

“b-but it hurts,” you cried, Toji hummed, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“I know, you’re doing so well,” Toji sighed, you felt so good. Of course it hurt, it was your first time yes, but then there was his size. He kissed your face, as he rubbed his thumb on your clit, until your lips parted and suddenly you came around him. Toji smiled, taking this moment to push himself further inside.

A scream ripped from you as you felt Toji sink further into you, until he was laughing, and rocking his hips inside you.

“Good girl, taking me all in,” Toji praised you, as your eyes were foggy as you felt so full. Toji hummed as he pushed your leg up his shoulder, only to sink further. A moan escaping your lips as Toji hummed. “feel so good, gonna fuck you just the way you want.” Toji pulled back out, your lips parting at the sudden loss before his hips snapped into you. Your eyes filled with tears.

“Crying over my cock, baby,” Toji cooed as he fucked your pussy as tears ran down your flushed face. Your tits bouncing with each thrust as he planted himself harder, fingers digging into your flesh. His eyes dilating at the small blood at the base of his cock. “fuck me,” he groaned, biting the inside of your thigh that rested on his shoulder. Your throat was dry as you felt yourself drawing closer.

“c-close! ahh please!” You cried, nails leaving marks along his arms as Toji edged you closer until you were bucking you hips up, clenching around him. The fighter was so full, his balls were heavy as they continued to slap the curve of your ass. You could feel the vein of his cock run against your walls as his hair tickled your clit. Toji hummed, licking his lips at the ring at the base of his cock. Hearing your wet cunt as he fucked into you.

“t-toj…san,” your words were slurred, completely fucked out, Toji’s eyes delighting at the sight. Suddenly lifting you off the bed, his knees and feet digging into the mattress as he held you up, fucking up into you. A cry escaped your lips at the overstimulation. His large hand holding the small of your back as the other gripped your thigh.

“look so fucking good, such a fucking angel,” Toji’s praises poured from his lips. This was the first time he’s been so captured by someone. Your hair stuck to your forehead as Toji’s abs tense, your finger grasping his hair as your head leaned back, back arching as he bit your chest. “Perfect fucking pussy, baby. Such a good—uh fuck,” Toji felt his cock twitch, as he felt you clamping around him again.

Your head fell forward as you pulled his hair so his head tilted back to meet yours. Your eyes were completely dazed, his eyes blown, as your lips met his. He felt your falling tears, run down his cheeks as your tongue hanged out as your nails dug deep cumming around him, Toji bit your lip fucking up, until he felt his balls clench, and he was pulling you up, so his cock flew out spraying his hot white cum between your bodies. Toji groaned as he rocked you up and down, cock between your folds as he milked his cum out. Emptying his balls.

“toji-san,” your head rested on his sweaty shoulder, drool slipping from your lips. “was it good…d-did i do good?” Lips parted as you slowly calm down from the high. Toji caressed your back. Smiling as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, laying you down on the mattress his lips capturing yours. You whining on his lips.

“You were so good for me,” your cheeks were flush. Toji chuckled as he felt your pussy twitch rubbing up at the praise. “Like it when I praise you?” Toji didn’t need to ask, he knew, it couldn’t be more obvious. Yet he enjoyed the way your cheeks lit up.

“I just…” you yawned, as Toji settled beside you. Your voice was a bit hoarse. So toji brushed your lips, as he mumbled he’ll grab a water for you.

Toji grunted as he walked into the kitchen. His body was sore from the fight, and after wrecking you, he felt like he could barely move. However, it was so worth it. Itching his shoulder as he filled a glass of water, he felt the breeze on his body. Taking notice of his wet dick. He should probably wipe you down as well…Toji didn’t bother thinking about how you’re the only person he’d do that for, because you were worth it. Toji made a quick call before grabbing a warm wet towel and returning to the bedroom.

“sweetheart?” Toji kneeled beside you, only to see that you’d knocked out. Understandable, you also had a long day. You mentioned earlier that you’d stayed up the night before working on an essay, and then you had the long night with him. Toji couldn’t help the smile as he parted your legs seeing the mess. How much he wanted to leave you like that. But he pushed the selfish thought, and wiped you clean. Also wiping his cum that sprayed on your stomach and tits.

“toji-san,” you mumbled, a hand reaching for him. You were too tired to open your eyes so Toji finished up tossing the towel aside and pulling you into his chest as you fell back asleep. You were so warm, your body wrapping on top of him, your hands brushed his stomach as your cheek was smooshed against his pec, lips parted. This is a nice way to fall asleep, toji thought, before he too fell asleep.

Toji woke the next morning. The floor to ceiling window covered the side of the room as it overlooked the city. Looking under his arm to see the body tangled in the white sheets , still dozed off. Rubbing his eyes, the man sat up, before he took another look at the girl in his bed. A brow quirked as he saw your bare back facing him as you laid on your stomach, completely sprawled on his large bed, the sheet so tangled around your ass and somehow wrapped aggressively around one leg.

It was almost the afternoon, Toji pushed the cover off his body as he walked to the kitchen, rubbing his face. He answered a couple calls from his manager and some sponsors, before he went through this emails, sipping his coffee. Returning to the room, looking over at you still fast asleep. Drool coming from your lips. The urge to take picture had him snapping two before tossing his phone on the bed and heading to the bathroom.

Toji took his time washing his face, careful of his cuts, brushing his teeth, taking a piss, so on. Then stepping into the shower. His thoughts wandered to you. Rinsing all the sex from his body, he stepped out of the steaming shower drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. That’s when he heard the buzzer. Stepping out of the bathroom.

You stirred awake at the loud noise. Eyes blinking at the bright light, you pressed your face into the soft mattress. Just a few more minutes. The bed is so warm. So much room. Then you heard a low voice in the distance. Suddenly your mind woke up, eyes finally opening to see the large windows, that sprayed daylight into the large ass bedroom. Toji-san! Your mind screamed.

You pushed your body up until you fell back onto the mattress. “Shit” you looked down at your body to see the tangled mess that entrapped you. Grumbling to yourself, as you anxiously untangled your limbs.

“You’re up,” his deep voice catching you off guard, quickly holding the blanket to your chest. Your eyes looking up at the man standing beside the open door, walking further in, a gray towel loose on his hips. Your cheeks turning a shade darker at the bruises from yesterdays fight, along with your own nail marks, reminding you of last night.

“uh, morning…” you spoke, cheeks pink. This was the first time you’ve done this. And the last time! But this is awkward! Toji chuckled, walking over as he handed you the box. Luckily you untangled yourself enough to sit up. Letting the cover drop, resting on your lap as you accepted the box.

Toji sipped his coffee as he let you open the package. His eyes wandering over your exposed skin, the morning light finally highlighting his work from the long night. His pride swelling as the bruising hand marks sparkled around your waist, the bite marks still visible around your neck, and tits. Then the beautiful dark hickies littered across your tits and the rest of your body. My he did a number on you.

“Are you serious!” You shouted, pulling out the camera. Your lip quivered as you felt a sudden rush of happiness. It was the same exact one that broke last night. “My camera,” you hugged the brand new camera. “How’d you get a new one so fast?”

“Does it matter?” Toji asked, you shook your head. The man hummed as he watched you pull out the lense.

“This lense is even better, my old one was just a 16-20mm this is a 16-80mm lense,” you ranted, toji had no clue what the hell that meant. But at least you liked it. His hand reached out to your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Your eyes bright and warm as he brushed your hair off your forehead, patting your head. Your face went red, making the man laugh.

“So it’s good?” Toji confirmed.

“Mhmm,” you smiled, the toothy grin having Toji’s stomach warm up, such a cute little thing you were. His hand holding the back of your head, pulled you to his lips. You hummed in surprise, but allowed the man to part your lips, letting you taste his morning coffee. Your tongue wanting to press against his, making Toji chuckle, his hand running down your side as you leaned further in.

Toji soon pulled away as he stood up. “Let’s grab some breakfast,” Toji said. Your eyes bright, and cute flush dusting your cheeks after the heated kiss. “You can shower if you want,” Toji said, you hummed. Putting the camera to the side, you moved off the bed, only for your legs to buckle. Fuck me, there’s no way.

Toji looked over his shoulder. His brow raised, watching you stand back up, but your hand grabbed at your leg and the other held the bed steadying yourself.

“Need help?” Toji’s teasing voiced hit you straight in the chest. Smug bastard. Your jaw clenched as you looked up at him. How adorable. Toji saw the twitch in your eye.

“No,” you snapped, sucking in a deep breath as you got up taking a step forward. Fuck you really needed to use the bathroom, that’s why it’s harder to walk.

“Really gonna be a brat about this?” Toji said again watching you sweat and struggle.

“It’s your fault,”

“My fault…for doing what you asked?” Toji threw back.

“I—you…” toji loved the way you were getting worked up. “It was my first time! It’s not my fault!”

“Okay, yes yes,” Toji waved you aside turning around to leave. “Whatever you say, gonna act like a brat, then make your own way to the bathroom.”

Your fist tightened around the sheets, your legs struggling to move. Just needa piss then it’ll be fine. You sucked up your two inch pride.

“Toji-san,” you called, eyes cast down in embarrassment. “Please help me.” A smirk tugged on his lips, easily striding over, mug aside, hoisting you up, hands on your ass as your legs wrapped around him, arms around his shoulder.

“Wasnt so hard was it?” He met your eyes as you rolled them, making him give your ass a slap. A yelp surprising you as he smirked up, feeling your pussy press against his abs. “You really are one dirty brat,” he said rubbing your ass cheek as he spread them apart feeling you press against him. Suddenly giving it another slap, making you gasp.

“D-Don’t,” you stuttered. “I have to go, don’t tease me now,” you said embarrassed. Toji laughed, feeling your pussy pulse against his stomach. Your bottom lip tucked in your mouth as you struggled to contain yourself, only for Toji to give you another slap sending a wave down your body, just in time for Toji to let his towel slip to the floor and step in the shower, letting the hot water hit you both.

“You get worked up too easily,” Toji taunted caressing your lips with his thumb. Your tongue lulled out as he smiled, letting you suck on his thumb. you rubbed against him, as he held your ass. “Last night not enough for you?” Toji groaned as he felt your tongue circle the tip of his thumb, before you opened your mouth, finishing your release. “You’ll be the death of me.”

Toji rubbed his leaking tip between your folds, as he attacked your lips. “Gonna take me in, like a good girl, eh?” Toji said, rubbing your ass as you hummed nodding. You were adorable, whining and moaning as if you weren’t asking for it. His finger loosened you up, before he sank you on his cock. Your back arching as you held him close, before he started fucking you into the wall.

“Ah so big,” you squeaked, as your moans bounced off the walls. Your pussy clamped around him as he swallowed your moans. Until you were cumming around him. Toji wanted so badly to pull out and have you get on your knees for him as he came on your face, however, he decided he’d rather teach you that another time. He wanted to lay back and enjoy the scene of you gagging and struggle to fit him in your mouth. So he opted for pulling out and cumming between your bodies. Your fingers delicately holding his cock, as Toji nuzzled his face in your neck as you stroked him for more cum, smiling when you felt the thick length twitch and release a bit more.

You were a little wobbly as Toji set your legs down. Your hands holding his arms until you were steady. Toji didn’t bother to think about how out of the ordinary this is for him. How he actually enjoyed how you washed your hair, or how you were struggling on your tip toes to wash his hair until he kneeled on the floor for you. You laughed as you cleaned his hair, and him not caring that he’d taken a shower ten minutes prior, because at least now he was kissing your stomach and feeling up your thighs as your fingers massaged his scalp.

Don’t ask Toji to explain how much he enjoyed your hands cleaning his body or you speaking to him casually. Because if he was being honest, this was something that felt normal. It felt right. You came into his life so unexpectedly yet you fit into it so perfectly.

Toji Fushiguro, the top MMA fighter, known for his unexpected violence. Is a complete and utter softie for this journalist.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝗈𝗄𝗒𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𝖧𝗂𝗆.

𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂.

𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉, 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀-𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖡𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋. 𝖣𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽-𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖳𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼, 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗀𝗒𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 – 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗌, 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗅. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅.

𝖤𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖠 𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍-𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇. 𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗎𝗅𝗅: 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌… 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋’𝗌 “𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖤!” 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉'𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗑. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 – 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍.

𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍-𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗐, 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖲𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗎𝗆. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗒, 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 – 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝗓𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖠 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌: 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗎𝗉, 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆, 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇, 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽, 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 – 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿-𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌. “𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.”

“𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖱𝗂𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾… 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.”

𝖠 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁?”

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇, 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖾.

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗐 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍-𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗎𝗓𝗓𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇-𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌.

Maki 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 – 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖫𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾-𝗆𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗋𝖾-𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.

“𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗎𝗌?” “𝖠𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽. 𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈...”

𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒, 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 – 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝖼𝖾.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁,” 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋. “𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖴𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.”

𝖤𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼-𝗍𝗈-𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗑𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽.

“𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 – 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗇𝖾, 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 – 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝗓𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌.

“𝖴𝗉,” 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉. “𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒. 𝖭𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒.”

𝖮𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝖿𝗍, 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

“𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌. “𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖠 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿-𝗌𝗈𝖻, 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿-𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁, 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒, 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗌.

“𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄,” 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇. “𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗅.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅… 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄. “𝖲𝗈… 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂.”

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍, 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾.

“𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾. 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾… 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒…”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾, 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 – 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

“𝖥-𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄… 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺…” “𝖣𝗈 𝗂𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. “𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗍. 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖾.”

𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇-𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍.

“𝖳𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. “𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗀𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. “𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋.

“𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂-𝗌𝖺𝗇? 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇,” 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍’𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌. “𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗁… 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖨 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.”

Yuji shakes his head, “I thought Dad was—” 

Choso glances at you, gesturing to his face to tell you that you had something on your own, before his eyes slide back to his younger brother, “You know Jin can barely remember to tell us, much less—” 

You cross your arms, wiping the flour and sugar from your cheek, but you only manage to make it worse, “Can you guys just tell me instead of having an argument about who should have told me?” 

Yuji sighed, leaning against the counter, elbow propped up as he held his head up with his fist flat against his chin, “My dad’s brother is coming to stay for us for the summer,” 

“Your uncle?” and you miss the way Yuji grimaces at the question, too busy pulling on oven mitts, “Your dad’s great — I can’t imagine your uncle being any different,” you pull the cookies from the oven, swatting Yuji’s hand as he tries to take one off the still burning rack, “you’ll burn yourself, just wait,” 

Your own family was scattered here and there now — and the Itadoris had been like your own family as you grew up — Jin was like a second dad to you, he had always looked after you, even after you had graduated from college. The quiet man didn’t say much but he did a lot, and you couldn’t imagine his brother being much different. 

And then the door swung open, a large man caught in the backlight of the summer sun, casting a long shadow across the entryway made your breath stick in your chest as if it was where it belonged — pinned under his mere presence. 

“Looks like you’ve done nothing to change the place, did you?” He takes a step or two in and finally his body is cast into view — tattoos bound like ribbons against his skin, muscles are heavy cords that look more monstrous than human — as no human should be as hulking as he was. But that was nothing compared to his face itself — black tattoos lining both sides of his face in an intricate pattern that stole your breath from your lungs, while his eyes were black holes that cut right through you than at you, a flicker of flames burning underneath, “tch, brat, take my things up—“ he tosses the duffle bag slung over his shoulder at Yuji who catches it with a glare, before his gaze slides to Choso, “and he’s still here?” 

“Don’t be rude to my son and his brother, Sukuna,” Jin sighed, entering behind him as he shut the door, “Choso is welcome, and don’t forget you’re a guest here,” he takes the bag from his son, and takes it upstairs instead. 

And Sukuna’s gaze finally falls on you. It’s heavy, the sharp tip of a sword tracing every inch of your body as it circled its weak points — his eyes lingers on the curves of your body — and perhaps the points he liked too. 

“And who’s this?” he jerks his head towards you gruffly, as if you couldn’t answer yourself. 

You say your name, “I’m their neighbor,” and he nods, eyes darting to Choso, his body growing tense, as he gritted his teeth, but Sukuna was only all smiles, he took steps forward. You can’t help but avert your gaze, as he approaches, fingers outstretched, a slight flinch but it’s gone soon enough. 

You glance up, and find him taking a bite of one of your cookies, tongue darting out to lick the chocolate from his lips, “sweet,” he devours it, “not bad, brat,” and he leans close again to grab another, “but probably not as sweet as you.” 

And your eyes widen, as he bears no reaction, except for a small smirk that graces his lips, as he follows his brother upstairs, “You better not be fucking around in my things,” 

You don’t hear Jin’s reply, still utterly consumed by what just happened. 

“You okay? He’s just like that,” Choso murmurs, “he won’t bother you, I promise,” 

“No, no, I’m okay,” your lips curl in an offer of reassurance, but you’re sure it falls flat, as your eyes glance back at the stairs. 

And that was your first time meeting Sukuna. 

But far from your last.  

The next time you saw him was at a summer barbecue the Itadoris always had to kick off summer break. And most of your time was spent chatting with Choso and kicking Yuji’s ass at Mario Kart, until it grew dark, and Choso was stuck carrying a slightly tipsy Yuji inside.

You laid back in the patio chair, scrolling on your phone to the symphony of cicadas filling the silence, the smoke from the barbecue still lingering in the night — and then you hear the creak of the back door open. 

“You want another drink, Choso?” 

“I’d love a drink, girl,” and your eyes snap over to spot Sukuna, standing with hands tucked into his pockets, a black tank you assumed was several sizes too small. 

“Sure,” you say, slipping from your chair, “but we only have the mix for a sex on the beach,” and his eyes find yours, a ghost of a gruff chuckle on his lips. 

“Sounds perfect if it’s from you, sweetheart,” and you have to suppress the urge to roll your eyes — he may be nice to look at, but he isn’t smooth, you make the drink in relative silence. Until you sense his presence behind you, your head whipping back to find him looming, your breath caught in your throat. 

“Uh—“ 

“Just wanted to see a master bartender at work, you seem like you really know what you’re doing, with, what’s the drink called again?” And you force yourself to look forward, ignoring the weird mix of his musk and alcohol, with the clink of the ice cubes against the glsd breaking the silence. 

“Sex on the beach,” you offer it to him, and fuck, you don’t like it — don’t like him and his smug grin, the way your eyes can’t pull away from his, the way your heart clenched, and the way you wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug smile on off his face. 

“Good girl,” he plucks the drink from you, his fingers brushing yours, “want to have one with me?” 

And you almost find yourself saying yes, find yourself buckling under the heat of his gaze and the summer humidity that clings to your skin and strangles the sense from your head — and you can’t help but think how nice those fingers of his would feel around your neck—

“No, no, I probably should head home. It’s late—“ and just then the back door opens again, Choso standing in the doorway, “Choso, where’s Yu?” 

“I got him to bed. Come on, I’ll walk you home,” and you nod, grabbing your bag with a slight nod to Sukuna before disappearing inside, and you don’t catch the way your best friend glares at Sukuna. 

And you don’t see the way Sukuna stares at you as you walk away either. 

The third time you meet Sukuna is a few nights later — and it wasn’t for lack of trying to avoid him. 

“Can I have some popcorn?” you ask, eyes still glued to the TV, a movie that the two of you had seen a million times before during movie night, “Choso?” you glance over at him, but he’s staring off into space, “hello?” you nudge him, and he finally comes to. 

“Sorry, what?” And you sigh, leaning over and grabbing the popcorn bowl, “sorry I was just—“ he shakes his head, “nothing,” 

“You’re so convincing,” and you see a flush crawl up his neck, “C‘mon, what’s bothering you?” 

You toss a pillow at Choso, the pillow bouncing off his face to land in his lap, the glow of the TV in his dark bedroom giving you enough light to see the glare on his face, “Cho, you’ve been brooding all night — did Yuji call you by your name instead of big brother?” 

He scoffs, “I only got upset about that once,” or twice or maybe ten times, “it’s Sukuna. He’s been really grating on my nerves,” and your eyebrows knit together, as you put the volume of the TV down. 

“What has he done?” and Choso hesitates, several emotions flicker across his face before a stoic look glazes over his face, as he presses his hand to his lips, “you can tell me—“ 

There’s a knock at the door, and Yuji sticks his head in, “Hey, Dad has to sleep now for a meeting, so move to the living room,” and you throw popcorn at him, but he only catches one or two in his mouth and leaves. 

You sigh, “I should probably just go home anyway, I have to get some sleep,” you glance at Choso, who is fascinated with his floor all of a sudden, “you okay?” He moves to get up, but you shake your head, “just chill, I’ll walk back.” 

He opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it,  “I’m fine, just get home safe okay?”

You snort, “think I’ll be fine walking the ten feet to my door,” you grab your things, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” 

And you close the door softly, turning to head up the hallway and out of the house, bag slung over your shoulder, and you’re turning the corner, when you nearly crash into someone. 

A hand curls around your wrist to steady you, “You should watch where you’re going, brat,” and your eyes flit up to find a dark gaze looking back down at you, lips curled in a small grin, “don’t know what you’ll find wandering these halls,” 

You pull your arm away, “I’m pretty familiar with these halls and what wanders them,” 

“Not all of them,” the low tone of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, as you brush past him, avoiding his piercing gaze, cutting through you with practiced ease, “what were you doing here so late anyway?” You ignore him as you go to grab your shoes, but find them missing. 

“Have you seen my shoes?” and he only tilts his head, arms crossed, muscles inked with tattoos that littered up and down, and you knew he could pin you down with barely an ounce of effort. 

“Maybe answer my question and I’ll tell you,” and your lips twist into a scowl, as you begin to look around, checking the coat closet, under the couch, “was he really that bad?” And his question makes you pause, “the cursed brat, in bed? Did he not do the job for you?” 

You haul yourself to your feet, “What is your problem?” 

And his expression is as milquetoast as ever, as if he had asked you about the weather as opposed to asking if you had fucked your best friend, “You don’t have to be fucking sensitive, it’s just a question,” he runs his painted nails through his dyed cropped hair, low light glinting off the black sheen, “unless it was that bad,” 

“Fuck off,” you scoff, trying to walk past him but he blocks you, “what?” 

“Maybe I’ll help you find your shoes, if you have a drink with me,” and you cross your arms. 

“Did you go to jail for stealing? Because with all those muscles and tattoos, I’m surprised you weren’t caught sooner,” and he’s leaning closer, breath warming your lips and your blood alike, boiling under your skin as if he had set you on fire without lying a single finger on you. 

“Didn’t take you to be one to admire me, little one, after all, I’m just your neighbors’ uncle aren’t I? Jailbird, criminal, fucking lowlife, right? And his fingers ghost over your jaw, “but I don’t see you pulling away, do I?” 

And you aren’t. But why aren’t you? Every brain cell is telling you to fucking run, but your body wants nothing more than to lean into his touch, to give in, let yourself be engulfed by him—

The creak of the door has you jumping back, “hey, you forgot your shoes—“ Choso starts, and his gaze snaps between you and Sukuna. 

“Thanks, Cho,” you slip past Sukuna, grabbing your shoes, “i was wondering what I did with them,” you step into your shoes, cheeks still burning as you can’t quite meet your best friend’s eyes, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” 

And you’re gone without another word, the silence of your exit hanging overhead as the screen door clicks closed behind you. Sukuna watches you leave, and as he turns he’s met with a glare from Choso. 

Sukuna only gives a gruff chuckle, walking past as he lets his shoulder bump against Choso’s, “What are you fucking looking at?” 

And now he had visited you in your dreams too. 

“S’fucking wet,” Sukuna has you pinned down with one hand, face hovering over your drenched cunt, as he toyed with it, tugging your folds apart to let some of your pre drip onto your bedspread, “fucking slut, you were begging for this, weren’t you?” 

And a thick digit sinks into you with little resistance, making your back arch as pleasure rips up your spine, “fuck off,” you manage, between pants. 

“I know, brat, that’s what I’m trying to do,” he laughs, as he works a second finger inside you with practiced ease, “like I was made to fuck this cunt open, my fingers are already fucking drenched, and all I’ve done is open you up,” and to punctuate his point, he’s scissoring his fingers to stretch your walls out, dragging against them, as your mouth falls open in a silent moan. 

“A-ah, please—“ and he’s grinning now, a purr as he leans down to meet your blown out gaze. His fingers begin to fuck you open, his thumb rubbing against your clit as your body rocked against his hand. And a grunt has you looking at him, only to see him palming his erection, slit dripping with precum, “Sukuna, please—“ 

“Knew you’d be a good girl f’me, good little slut gonna break my fingers in two,” and his other hand spanks your clit, “now cum,” 

And you do, muscles clenching as you do, a cry of his name on your lips that does nothing but stroke his ego, your orgasm soaking his hand. Eyes fluttering open to find him licking your release from his fingers, as his other hand undoes his pants and tugs down his boxers, his cock already dragging against your still twitching cunt. 

“Fuck,” you mumble, under your breath, and he only smiles. 

“Now you’re getting it, baby.” 

And your alarm jolts you awake, you stare at your ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin, while you glance at your side to find nothing but your comforter beside you. Not to mention, as you shifted, feeling the telltale stickiness of your arousal and the dull throbbing of your cunt, the aftermath of your dream — your very wet dream. 

“Fuck,” you say, this time out loud and to no one but yourself. This was going to be a problem, if you let this go on. And you couldn’t. Not after the last time — you swing your feet over the edge of the bed and stand, glancing back at the stain of your pre that you flipped your comforter over — and not after that. 

“Have you been avoiding me?” 

Yes, you have done a good job. Until now. 

You gritted your teeth, as you stood in the doorway of the room. But how could you have avoided him in the guest room of the house he lived in? 

And as he loomed in the doorway of the kitchen, dwelling in the shadow of his form, you were kicking the ass of past you, the one that had convinced you it was okay to stay over because Sukuna had been out. 

“Had” being the operative word. 

It had been a few days since you had found yourself at the Itadoris. And more than a few days since you had found yourself dreaming of Sukuna — waking up with his name on your tongue and your panties uncomfortably drenched. You had gone through more underwear this week than you had in a month. And it didn’t help that you felt the need to get off once you did wake, the ache between your thighs was too much to bear before sleep. 

And now here was the subject of your dirty dreams darkening your doorway, as if your dreams were some naughty prophecy waiting to unfold (though you were sure he could fold you). 

“What are you talking about?” 

And you knew exactly what he was talking about. You had made sure Sukuna wasn’t around when you came over (the absence of his motorcycle is a telltale sign), and always left before he returned. But tonight you made the mistake of drinking with Choso, the two of you finishing two bottles of sake before being completely fucked. 

Your head was spinning — you could barely have made it to the bathroom, much less your home. Choso had corralled you into taking his bed, before going and collapsing on his couch. It had been only a few hours into the night before you got up in a haze of confusion with your mouth drier than the Sahara. You pulled yourself up, slipped on thin sleep shorts that you had thrown off at some point due to the summer humidity, before finding your way to the door. 

You made your way to the kitchen, the squeak of the fridge as you pulled it open to grab a water bottle. And that’s when he spoke. 

“And here you are,” and the water bottle nearly slipped from your grasp, “no need to jump, brat, I’m not a monster or a shadow,”

No, but he’s so much worse, he’s real. 

“I was just getting something to drink,” you murmur, and he tilts his head, as he takes a step closer. 

“Just water?’ That’s not the kind of drink you still owe me,” and why was his presence so intoxicating? Several drinks in and you could still hold your own, still speak in complete sentences, and even make your way home on foot. But Sukuna comes near, and suddenly you can barely form a fucking syllable, your limbs feel far too heavy, and your body is nearly burning, as if he had turned your blood to wine without any miracle needed. 

No, it was more of a curse. 

“I don’t remember owing you anything,” and he’s tilting his head, amusement flickering across his lips, a step closer and then another, until you’re utterly engulfed in his presence. You can smell the mix of exhaust and sweat off of him from his motorcycle ride, the way his jaw tenses as if he is holding himself back from taking a bite, and the way his gaze pierces into you as if he has you pinned like a butterfly under glass. 

“Do I need to give you a reason?” And when his fingers ghosted over your swell of your cheek, a featherlight brush from rough, calloused skin that makes a shiver roll down your body, “didn’t think I had to with the way you were nearly melting into my touch when I saw you last, girl,” 

“I wasn’t the one begging for me to be there,” and he clicks his tongue derisively, and you wonder what else he can do with it, before his fingers grip your chin roughly, forcing your gaze to his. 

“Tch, so pleased with yourself just for resisting, are you, sweetheart?” he tilts his head, while his other hand slithers down your side until he finds your waist and tugs you close, lips hanging close, a forbidden fruit begging you to take a bite, “imagine how good you’d feel if you gave in,” and you almost do, melting into his touch, as if you were made to fit in his arms, leaning up so you could feel the warm breath of his welcome—

SLAM! 

You’re sent stumbling back again, clearing your throat, as the sounds of footsteps grow close, and Yuji wanders into the kitchen, mouth pulled open by his yawn, as he blinks as he spots the two of you. 

“Hey, I thought you were asleep upstairs,” he walks past the two of you to grab a water bottle from the refrigerator, and sparing a short glance at Sukuna, “and I thought you had plans,” 

“Plans can change, brat,” Sukuna sighs, his eyes still trained on you — a homing missile with a target, and Yuji was an obstacle in the way, “shouldn’t you go back to bed?” 

“I could ask you two the same,” he leaned against the kitchen counter for a moment, while you only shook your head. 

“I’m going to go to bed,” your only exit opportunity and you’d take it — there had been enough mistakes made, and you didn’t need another to add to the list, and you’re slipping back into your room without another word. 

You don’t see the way Sukuna glares at his nephew, cursing the day of his existence with only his eyes, only gaining a confused stare in return, “What? Ow!”

And you’re only left questioning why Yuji is holding a bag of ice to his head the next morning. 

But you knew you couldn’t avoid Sukuna forever — and you couldn’t avoid how you felt either.

Especially when he gave you exactly what you wanted — space. You had barely seen him for the next week, the former criminal making himself scarce, apparently telling his brother that he had grown tired of “rooming with a bunch of brats,” and had found himself another place to stay for a while. 

Jin had sighed when you had asked over breakfast a day or so after he left, “I don’t know how long he’ll be gone, but we’ll see. The only requirement of his release was to stay in the prefecture—” 

“And that’s already far too close,” Yuji muttered under his breath, earning a sharp look from his dad, “so we don’t even know if he’ll be back huh?” 

Jin shrugs, as he sips his coffee, “I don’t know — your uncle isn’t one to stay in one place — unless there’s something that he wants,” 

“I’ll take any amount of time that he’s not here,” Choso shakes his head, offering you a small smile, “and this way you can stay over in the guest room now,” 

“Yeah, true,” you offered a weak smile, as you continued to pick at your food. This was good news, things were going back to normal, but even so, as you pushed your food on your plate — why did your chest ache so much? 

“Yuck, do people’s heads really explode like that?” Yuji sat with the two of you in the living room, TV playing the movie Yuji had chosen, shoveling popcorn by the fistful. 

“How would we know that?” you snort, stealing popcorn from his bowl, “why did you even choose this movie anyway?” 

“He heard there was a Megan Thee Stallion cameo in it,” and Yuji’s cheeks flushed, visible even in the dim illumination of the TV, as he got to his feet. 

“I’m gonna get a drink, do you two want anything?” And you both shake your heads, as you stifle your chuckle. 

“You wanna stay over tonight?” Choso asks, and you tilt your head, toying with a popcorn kernel between your fingers. 

You shrug, “we’ll see,” your eyes drift back to the movie, but you feel the creak of the bed as he shifts. 

“You don’t have been avoiding staying over, even though it’s just us,” Fuck, your eyes still found themselves on the screen instead of him, anywhere but him, and you can hear the unspoken words — even though Sukuna is not here, “are you sure we’re good?” 

And you couldn’t tell him that it wasn’t him that was bothering you. It wasn’t him keeping you up at night, it wasn’t him who had been tempting you the last few weeks, and it wasn’t him that you wanted to see — no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, even to yourself. 

So you don’t.  

You smile as best you can, “Everything’s fine, Choso,” and he frowns, still unsure, and you know there’s only one thing that will assure him, if only a little, “I’ll stay over,” 

And so you end up in the guest room — far too late. Even though Sukuna no longer lingered here, his scent still did, even with the sheet change and the small amount of his things gone, he was still very much here. 

And it did little for your sleep. Or maybe too much. 

Again, you dreamt of him, his large palms dragging down your sides, lips pulled in a smirk that he pressed to the hollow of your throat before it’s consumed by a flash of canines that pinch and tease the softness of your flesh. 

“S’fucking wet,” he huffs a chuckle out, “such a little slut, been wanting this for far too long haven’t you?” And he’s undoing your robe with ease, a single tug has your body revealed to him, “haven’t even laid a finger on you and look at the mess you’ve made,” he clicks his tongue, and a whine parts your lips, “already whining like a bitch?” 

He shoves two fingers inside you, a gasp ripped from your throat, thick digits stretching your walls, clenching around the intrusion, “Sukuna—please,” 

“Silly girl,” he murmurs in your ear, “I’m not even the one touching you now,” and fantasy melts into reality as his hand cups your chin, eyes fluttering open, “but I know I can make you cum faster than any dream,” 

Wait. What? 

And suddenly the touch down your body feels all too real, pain ribboning from the fingers squeezing your hips hard, and a gasp as your body trembles, still caught between sleep and reality. Your body can’t move, but it’s not the weight of your own limbs keeping you still. 

Your eyes shoot open completely, sleep shed completely from your mind. 

And you found Sukuna, his lips curled in a smile that was far too familiar from other sleepless nights. But was it? Or was it another dream that he had invaded, far too real as you slept in his bed, rather than your own. 

Your hand reaches out for him shakily, fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw, “Is this real?” you mutter, more to yourself, but he takes it upon himself to answer, his hand darting out to curl around your wrist, squeezing, while the other holds himself up, mattress creaking a divot where his hand pressed in, body heat all too close. 

“Want me to pinch you? Can’t say it’ll be the cheek you’re thinking of,” he chuckles, unable to meet his gaze, “don’t go acting like a shy virgin now, woman. You’re the one having wet dreams about me,” 

“No, I-I, it wasn’t—“ but your brain is short circuiting and his laugh that rumbles against you tells you he’s enjoying this far too much, “what are you doing here? I thought you left,” the statement comes out far too biting, and he raises an eyebrow. 

“I did, but it was just for a week. I had some business to deal with,” and a grin pulls at his lips, “why? Did you miss me, brat? Is that why you’re dreaming of me?” 

You’re squirming underneath him trying to look anywhere but him, “I’m not, it wasn’t—“ and he only hums, dragging a hand down your front, until he’s reaching your shorts, a brief pause to see if you’d pull away, but you don’t, and fingers pressing against your soaked shorts. 

“That why you’re soaked through your fucking shorts?” And the rough pads of his fingers grind against your eager hole, nearly swallowing you in, only the thin fabric of your shorts keeping his fingers from fucking you then and there, “least your body’s honest — so eager to get fucked,” and he’s teasing your drenched entrance, drawing his fingers back to have your pre like spiderwebs between the two digits. 

“Sukuna, please—“ and his lips curl. 

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll go,” a small whine left your throat, the throbbing between your thighs growing with the way his gaze undid you — unscrewed you by your hinges and watched you fall apart, only to ask you to put yourself back together. 

But you couldn’t. Not without him. 

“Sukuna—“ 

“I didn’t ask you to whine, are you going to answer my question—-“ 

“Fuck me,” the words fall from your lips as if possessed, and you can’t find it in you to regret them. 

And he smiles all the same. 

“About fucking time,” and his fingers meanly rub against your clit through the paper thin fabric of your shorts, “didn’t even fucking put on panties and you expect me to think you didn’t want me fuck you open,” and embarrassment burns at your cheeks, “did you get this wet from dreaming about me?” And no words come to your mind, and he gives you a sharp spank to your clothed slit, drawing a sharp gasp to your lips and slick flooding from your folds, “better use your words, woman,” 

“Fuck, please, I need—“ and his fingers practically rip your shorts off, letting your cunt gush onto the sheets. 

“Need me to fuck you that bad? G’nna beg this criminal to fuck you open?” And he’s toying with your folds, tugging your tight hole apart as his eyes rake over your pussy, exposed for him, “after all of your teasing, what makes you think you even deserve to be fucked? Maybe I should leave you like this, fingers buried in your cunt, wishing they were your neighbor’s uncle’s,” and a sadistic smile graces his features as it only can his, “fuck yourself for me,” 

You whimper, as his fingers leave your hole, clenching around nothing as if begging for his touch, “what? But—“ 

“Fuck yourself until you cum, wanna see what you’ve been doing when you’re fucking me in your sleep,” the absence of his touch leaves you keening and needy, for something, anything to get you off. Want overcomes inhibition, and your shaky fingers find their way to your cunt, fingertips tracing the outer lips, a gasp you barely recognize as your own when you rub against your clit, “c’mon girl, gotta open yourself up for me — think I’ll fit if you just rub yourself like that?” And he’s pressing his clothed erection against your thigh — and he’s fucking big — rock hard cock rubbing against you through damp damp sweatpants. 

And his fingers grabs your own, guiding them to your slick hole, letting them slip past your fluttering walls, while his own teased your outsides, “Good girl,” and the praise makes your walls clench, and he’s chuckling, “want to be a fucking good girl, then fuck yourself until I see you cum for me,” 

You swallow your whines, beginning to move your fingers in and out, your insides clinging to you, as if begging for something longer, thicker, better — and you knew his fingers would be. A moan falls from your lips, and he clicks his tongue. 

“Gotta be rougher than that,” and his fingers curl around the base of your own, using your fingers as a glorified fuck toy. Your head lolled back, as he controlled the pace of your fingers, fucking you hard and fast, reaching places you didn’t think were possible with your fingers, “that’s it, you’re close aren’t you? Like being fucked with your own fingers, don’t you, you slut?” And you’re shuddering, soft cries and moans filling the silence of the night with the loud squelch of your cunt. 

“Sukuna, f-fuck, ngh, I can’t—“ and he only begins to rub on your clit with his thumb. 

“Yes you can,” he gruffly chuckles, murmuring in your ear as he leans forward, “cum on your fingers like you have every night for me,” and he forces your gaze to meet his as your fingers brush that one spot that has your back arching, “say my name,” 

And you do, cumming hard around your fingers, as he uses them to fuck you through your orgasm, the wet noises of your folds growing louder as your thighs shake. Your eyes meet his, glassy with tears from your high, and Sukuna leans down to lick the salty tear from your cheek. 

He pulls your fingers from inside you, your sticky cum coating your digits and even dripping onto his own. He smirks as he eyes them, before sliding them into his mouth. A moan pulled from your lips as he sucks your essence clean from them, tongue dragging up the length of your fingers. 

“Shit, that was a nice moan,” and his eyes fall back to your drenched cunt, “Still so fucking tight,” he clicks his tongue, Fuck, girl, did the boys your age not fuck you properly? G’nna have to fix that,” as he thumbs meanly at your swollen clit, “I’ll have you screaming my name soon enough.” 

he hums, taking in your ruined state — tear stained cheeks, your dripping cunt, and your red ruined lips from biting them, “so fucking pretty like this,” and you hear him shift, the distinct sound of his phone camera, making your eyes snap open. 

“No, fuck, no don’t—“ and he’s turning the screen around to show you how absolutely fucked you look, “please—“ 

“It’s a little too late for that, can’t have anyone buying your little virgin act anymore huh?” he’s grinning as he leans forward, pinning your thighs in place as you try to squirm away, “don’t move,” 

His order makes your muscles tense, unable to move your body under the heavy grasp of his hands splayed against your hips. The pads of his fingers dig into your soft flesh, as his lips dare closer to your weeping slit. 

“Fuck, are you a virgin though? You’re still so fucking tight even after that little show you put on for me,” and he doesn’t give you a chance to reply, his breath warming your twitching cunt, “either way, you won’t be one soon,” and he’s burying his mouth in your pussy. 

You moan, covering your mouth before he sucks on your clit, tongue teasing your hole open, a wave of heat flooding your body. The sounds of his licking and slurping fill your ears — and you wonder how the whole house isn’t awake yet. 

You can’t stop your hips from nearly fucking his face, but he spanks your thigh, hard, as he pulls his mouth from your dripping slit, “I told you not to move,” and he spanks your clit for good measure, making you yelp against your fingers, “tell me when you’re about to cum,” and you whimper, “or I can open this door and let the house hear us,” 

You nod, but he doesn’t miss the way your slit twitches at the thought, and his mouth curls in a nasty smirk, “such a fucking slut, maybe I will,” and he’s plunging two thick fingers into your greedy cunt, a gasp ripped from your throat at the intrusion, walls fluttering as they attempt to accommodate his digits. But it’s all squeezing and barely any stretch, as his fingers work you open. 

And it doesn’t take long to get you worked up, his digits knuckle deep and dripping wet, “gonna fucking break my fingers in two with your virgin hole, girl,” he grunts, your body burning with his touch alone, nails dragging against your walls, curling so they can bully that sweet spot just right, “you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” the telltale squeeze of your cunt tells him so, and you’re nodding, and his fingers slip from inside. 

You’re whining, tears burning at the corners of your eyes, “Please, fuck, wanna cum,” the pleasure that had built was throbbing, a dam close to bursting but denied its relief, so it remained, begging and waiting — “please, Sukuna—“ 

“So you do know how to beg like a good little whore, gonna fuck you again, but you can’t cum until I tell you,” and he’s sinking three fingers into you now, eyes rolling back as your back arches, but he’s fucking you meanly, curling and twisting his fingers, until the pleasure is a tight knot in your belly, barely hanging on from snapping, “wait,” he grunts, and it’s as if your warmth is made for him — or now it was, because he’s made it his, “wait,” and you’re sure he’s reached your cervix somehow, fingertips reaching places you’ve only dreamed of (literally), and then he leans down lips around your clit as he orders you, “now, cum,” 

And you do, hard, as he sucks around your clit while fucking you through your orgasm, cum flooding his fingers and face alike, drenching him, even as he slurped and sucked up every bit. 

He finally pulls away, a shiver slips down your spine as he slips his fingers from inside you, pink tongue flicking against his lips, still slick with your cum, What a fucking mess you’ve made,” he sneers, but he’s licking his lips clean all the same, “should make you clean up the mess you made, shouldn’t I?” And he’s pressing the pads of his fingers to your lips, you’re too fucked out to fight, lips parting with ease, “suck,” and you do, opening wide to let his fingers inside, lips and tongue curled around the same fingers that had explored your cunt. 

He watched as you obediently sucked every drop of your juices off, a trickle of drool slipping down the corner of your lips makes his already hard cock twitch in his pants, and he’s pulling his fingers from your mouth. 

“Better than your dreams, huh, sweetheart?” he drags his thumb down your bottom lip, he can’t fucking wait a minute longer, “turn around, gonna fuck this slutty princess cunt from behind,” but you only can watch as he tugs down his sweatpants and boxers alike, his cock slapping against his stomach. 

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you had imagined. Mushroom tip red and hard, as pretty veins run up the sides, and he was looking as if he’d not only split you open, but break you all together. 

Your thighs quaked at the thought, more slick slipping from your needy cunt — and you wanted him to.  

Your knees shake, as you turn slowly, much too slowly his pace, and he grunts, his hands gripping your hips, as he flips you onto your stomach, a yelp leaving your lips as you bounce on the mattress. “have to fuckin’ do everything myself for this whore’s pussy,”

You’re gripping the sheets, nails surely tearing holes in the thin fabric of the sheets, as his calloused palm comes down on your ass, hard, the smack echoing in the silence of the night, a mewl you don’t recognize as your own, “Sukuna, please, I can’t—“ 

“You can, you’ll take whatever I give you, brat,” and another smack finds your ass again, as he pinches the flesh for good measure, drawing another moan from your lips and another chuckle from his, “and you’ll take this cock too,” and he doesn’t spare you a moment as he presses his swollen, dripping cockhead to your drenched hole, smearing his pre all over your ass — as if to erase any doubt you were his, because there wasn’t — before finally sliding in. 

God, fuck. 

Your arms were already shaking, barely able to hold yourself up, but your face nearly plants into the mattress as he sinks into you — he was too fucking big. Even all the prep he had given you was nothing, nothing compared to how much his dick was stretching your cunt. 

He hummed, as your insides swallowed him eagerly, even with the slight resistance of your tight little pussy, watching as your walls parted for him with almost practiced ease, sucking him deeper and deeper, as if you were made for him. And you would be, after he fucked your cunt to his shape again and again — because this was far from the last time he would take you. 

It was only the first. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight — am I the first to fuck this pussy?” he grunts, grasping your hips tightly, your warm, wet pussy wrapped around his dick — he had waited far too long for this, too many nights spent grasping at his cock, thinking how much better it would be buried in your pussy. 

“H-hngh, Sukuna, s’big,” you’re nearly babbling as he works himself into you, inch by inch, not even halfway in, and you were gonna cum just from him putting his dick in, “can’t fit—” and he’s scoffing, watching you squirm against his length, but he only continues to fuck his way into your tight hole, another sharp slap to your ass as a warning. 

“I’ll make it fit, girl,” he growls — like fuck he was stopping now that’s gotten this far, there was only one way this was ending — and it was with his cock fucking you full of his cum, “c’mon, did the dream not compare to the reality? Did you think I had a tiny dick?” and he thrusts shallowly against you, sending another inch inside your already stuffed folds, drawing a needy whine from your throat, “so fucking loud, you gonna let the whole house know what we’re doing at this rate,” 

he murmurs, bending down to your ear, and your walls squeeze around him, a vice grip that has him nearly cumming then and there, but no he won’t, not yet, “fuck, did you think about letting Choso know? Maybe I’d let him watch me fuck you, only way he’ll ever see you like this,” and you whimper as he slams into you, finally bottoming out as his tip bullies your womb, making you cry out against your fingers, “to think the pretty girl next door is on her hands and knees like a slut for me now, getting split open by my dick. What would Choso think?”

You’re whining, “Please, fuck, slow down—” but he only pulls out a little to piston back in, balls slapping against your ass as he does, setting a mean pace, as he chuckles in your ear. 

“You’re saying that, but we both know that’s not what you want — slutty fucking pussy trying break my cock in two,” the sounds of your skin slapping against you as his tip brushes against your cervix rings in your ear, even as he murmurs in it, “y’’know he wants to fuck you right? The little brat is always watching you, nearly fisting himself at the sight of you,” he’s forcing you upwards, pressing your back to his chest, “he wants you, but he’ll never have you, because this pussy is mine,” and his hand finds the bulge in your stomach, pressing down, as you keen, head falling back against his shoulder, as tears pooled in your pretty eyes, “but he’d never be able to reach here and fuck you like you want — like a whore,” his other hand pinches and teases your pebbled nipples, before sliding up to your neck, squeezing lightly, “say you’re mine,” 

You can’t find the words, all of them fucked out of your body to make room for his cock seemingly — the only words remaining his name and “please,” but you have to do better than that, and he slows his pace to nothing, as he pulls out so only his tip teases your entrance, a whine leaving your pathetic mouth.

“If you’re not mine, guess I don’t need to let you finish, do I?” and you’re shaking your head, frantic and repentant. 

“I’m yours, i’m yours, Sukuna, please—” and he’s sliding right back into you, fucking you harder, balls slapping against your ass and sweet cunt swallowing him up to the base, a white ring of your pre cum forming around it — and he just knows you’re close, by the twitch of your sweet pussy — and his hand reaches around to rub at your clit,  “I’m—” 

And he ruts into you, hard and deep that you’re sure his length brushes against your womb — and you’re cumming, falling apart around him, but he doesn’t relent — but had he ever? He didn’t relent over these past few weeks, and he wouldn’t now, not until he was filling you up and watching his cum drip out of your hole—

You’re slipping back forward, face forward into the pillow and mattress, as he grunts watching your slick drip down your ass and thighs and onto the sheets — his balls tense with his release, “Fuck—” and that’s all the warning you get before he slams back into you to bottom out, as he blows his load. 

His release is hot as it fills you up, never ending it seems as he slowly fucks you through his orgasm, his spurts slowing with time, until he’s finally stilling, a soft grunt, as he pulls himself from inside your warm cunt. A soft groan at the sight of his seed spilling from inside you — you’re boneless and spent, until he has you jolting forward from the press of his fingers gathering his cum and stuffing it back in. 

“Kuna, fuck, I can’t—” and he scoffs, retracting his fingers for a moment, before he’s deftly flipping you onto your back, “too sensitive,” you whine as his fingers work their way back into you. 

“Did you think I was done, woman?” and his softening erection is already standing tall again, and you’re almost wanting his fingers now at this point, even as your body disagrees, pussy squeezing at the thought of him buried inside you again. He leans forward, lips brushing against yours, a kiss full of nothing of tongue and teeth, the faint taste of your own release on his lips, “we’re far from done.” 

The sound of your name catches your attention, your eyes snapping up from your breakfast, “what?” 

“Are you okay? Choso frowns at you, as he holds his rice bowl, the rolled tamago sliced on his plate, “you look tired,” It was another morning like always, but 

You shake your head, “I just didn’t sleep well, I kept waking up from my dreams,” and it wasn’t exactly a lie — yesterday was the culmination of a million dreams you had. Dreams that only ended when the sun began to come up, with his cock still buried in your cunt as you rode him, back pressed to his chest, as he worked you up and down his dick. 

And finally when he came again, this time all over your back, he finally pressed kisses up and down his back, easing himself out, as his toned arms engulfed you. 

“Should clean up and I should head to Jin’s room,” he murmurs, “I have a feeling I won’t have a place to live if he finds me in here,” and you chuckle, too fucked out and tired, “we’ll have to get used to sneaking around. 

“Oh will we?” you had mumbled, and he answered your question with another bruising kiss to your lips. 

Yuji tilts his head, scratching it, as you lift your glass to take a sip of water, mouth far too dry now, “Is that what those noises were? It sounded like you were having nightmares,” and you nearly choke on it, but force it down, hoping the embarrassment wasn’t evident on your face, stabbing your egg. 

“Yeah, I had a couple last night,” you lied, and even as you suddenly found your breakfast far too interesting, you could feel Choso’s gaze still on you — your cheeks burning as Sukuna’s words about him still rung in your ears — along with the distinct ache between your legs and on your ass he left behind, “I’m fine, I’m just going to need a nap,” 

“You’re not the only one, girl,” Sukuna walks into the kitchen from the rooms, as Yuji and Choso balk at his presence. 

Choso’s eyes narrow, “What are you doing here?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Sukuna’s eyes find yours, the corner of his lip pulled upwards, as his gaze rakes over your form, “what’s for breakfast?” and you knew he only wished that you were the thing placed on the table for him to eat. Jin barely pays any mind, too preoccupied on his phone with his work email, as he passes a plate to Sukuna. 

“When did you even get in?” Yuji asks, as he finishes his own breakfast, leaning back on his two palms. And your insides begin to tie themselves in knots at all of these questions — knowing Sukuna would like nothing more than to tell them exactly what he was doing last night. 

“And where did you sleep?” Choso glares, adding fuel to the fire, as Sukuna looks down on him, lips a thin line,  “you didn’t bother our guest, did you?” and your cheeks burn all the same, a flicker of amusement on Sukuna’s features, lips parting only for Jin to cut in.

“He got in early this morning. He slept in my room,” Jin says with a sigh, “Don’t you two have to get ready? You’re going to your mom’s this morning,” 

“She’s not my mom,” Choso grumbles under his breath, “more like a leech,” but he still gets to his feet all the same, as Yuji follows suit, picking up their plates, a comforting hand on his older brother’s shoulder. 

“I should get to work,” Jin sighs, sparing a sharp glance at his brother, “behave,” and he turns to you, “feel free to stay as long as you want. Yuji and Choso will be back this afternoon,” 

And the three of them find their way out of the house, a rush of bags and feet, as Choso spares a glance at you. 

“I’ll be back soon — you can hang out in my room if you want,” Choso says, before scowling at Sukuna, “let me know if you need anything,” and you nod, waving him off, and the door shuts behind them all. 

Sukuna slides into place beside you, sitting as the two of you eat breakfast in relative silence. You finish up your meal, and move to get up, but Sukuna’s hand finds its way onto your thigh, holding you in place. 

“Are you done?” and you glance at him, plate empty and food untouched, “with eating?” 

“I am,” you raise an eyebrow, “And you?” 

“My appetite wants something else, sweetheart,” he leans forward, fingers inching higher until his thumb grazes your inner thigh. 

“And what’s that?” and he nearly growls his next words, thin patience already tearing in two, just as he would your clothes if you weren’t careful. 

“I’m done playing coy, woman,” he’s lifting you with ease, slinging you over his shoulder as you gasp, and he’s gotten you on top of the counter, the very same counter you had baked cookies on the day he had arrived, but now his hulking body was quickly pressing your legs apart, “there’s only one thing I want to eat in this kitchen, and it’s between your fucking thighs.” 

“Not sick of it yet?” you chuckle. 

“Think I could bury myself in your slutty pussy for days and not get sick of it,” and he looms over you, just as he had that first day, and he leans down to kiss you, stealing the logic from your mind and leaving only the need for his touch behind, “it is the sweetest thing I ever tasted after all.” 

“Really?” and he smirks, as his fingers dig into the fabric of your shorts ripping them and your panties down, the cool air against your already wet cunt. 

“Want me to prove it?” 

And oh, he would. Again and again. 

✧ a/n: i have a problem. i really wanted to write something with degradation ok?

his fat cock was so hard in his boxers, you can see the outline of his dick leaking and twitching, like it wants to jump free out of his now tight boxers; how cute. you can feel your boyfriends steamy breath fanning against your face.

you don't even have to open your eyes to know what face he has on right now, you already know his eyes would into the back of his head, mouth half opened as drool runs down his pink lips. grunting and huffing like a dog in heat.

your boyfriend was a big guy, he was never the type of guy that you would expect to be a manwhore. but look at him now, all whiney and needy as you grind your hand against his hard on.

he beg you to slip your hand inside- he wants to feel your warm hands on his leaking fat cock, sloppily stroking it but instead you tell him you won't touch his cock unless he squirt his warm seeds, filling his underwear with hot cum.

and that's exactly what he does, it only took you a couple of strokes through the fabric while you suck on his nipple to get him cumming hard in his boxer. he lay down trembling, while he watch you through heavy eyelid stripping him from his boxers.

taking it in your hand just for your tongue to peak out and nastly lick the cum that's on the boxer. he groan watching you. but you don't stop there, you take the boxer and place it on your dripping pussy. grinding the boiling cum filled fabric against your pussy, coating your needy cunt with his seeds.

you start humping his underwear, eyes rolling behind your skull at the feeling of the rough fabric against your clit and the warmess of his cum grinding against your pussy. "you fucking dirty whore" your boyfriend growls out as he watches you, causing you to whimper loudly at his comment.

"yea? you want to be talked to like a dumb fuckmutt? pathetic slut" he finally breaks as he shoved you under him. finally getting you under him, seeing you break and try to hang onto whatever consciousness you had before his cock turned your insides into mush from rutting constant cervix kisses into your greedy cunt.