Earn My Undying Love

A coldness creeps into his heart. “Get the men.”

In almost no time, there’s a group of about ten crew members racing down the frost-bitten landscape. They held their lit torches high, trembling flames that were snapped and slobbered in all directions by the wind, as if lambs being hauled to slaughter.

A few of the lookouts had already set a bonfire in the distance to mark their finding, and as Nanami leads the group closer, he can feel his pulse jump to his throat. He can taste the blood. He can smell it.

He brings a gloved hand up to cover his nostrils as he looks on at the reddened snow, “This…this blood- where does it hail from? Has one of ours been injured?”

“Not ours, Captain!” One of the seamen hasten to explain, he jogs past the bonfire. “A wounded man, he has suffered a great loss of blood!” And where the man motions them, Nanami could see two writhing lumps in the darkness - about as large as a young Grey Seal, though perhaps not made of as much pure muscle. 

They follow the man—a corpse.

At least, well on his way to become one.

Dressed much like them in protective coats, there was no telling just how long the man had been laying there in the snow. In a slowly-growing pool of his wine-blood. His fingers were blue, mouth trembling, eyes frosted shut. Though, perhaps out of some sick sense of mercy. Because even from here Nanami could see the garish slashes on the man’s neck and shoulders.

His pale face grimaces at the torrent of light that signals the crew’s entrance, muttering something that they could not discern.

Nanami’s the first to crouch beside him and take the man into his arms, “Bear attack?”

“I do not believe so, Captain.” The same young crew member from before urgently speaks, “Our early lookouts- they claim they saw something in the shadows…something otherworldly!” Nanami looks into the boy’s ghost-white face, “Something demonic!”

The blond man nods, “Itadori, help me with his boot.”

Together, they manage to knife between the coagulation of frost and blood that composed of the man’s boot. Like much of his body. It was a tough leather fighting against a dull blade, enough to make one sweat even in the bitter landscape. And Nanami almost thinks better of his decision before-

“A prosthetic leg.” Itadori breathes. He holds up the metal limb for the rest of the crew to peer at, fashioned from some sort of metal, it was attached to the man with a series of buckles and belts. So intricate, in fact, that had it not been for the discoloration then one might have thought that it was his natural outgrowing limb.

Nanami’s brows furrow at the device, “This must be…and what about the other one?” 

“The what?” Itadori asks.

“The other one.” Nanami’s the one to make his way onto the other ‘lump’ he’d made out, much more frozen stiff than the other one. He kneels down to gently wipe off the clumps of snow on the grooves of your face, your beautiful, beautiful face. You didn’t seem to be at all hurt, unlike the man. “A woman…”

“Found with the older man, Captain.” One of the crew answers, “Both frozen, almost to death.”

“Almost to death…”

And that’s when they hear it.

It.

That ghastly, guttural roar that came from no place but hell.

If the darkness could speak, this could be its voice. Hear its nightmare, its pain, its humanity. It makes the crew members break out in a cold sweat.

In the three seconds that it rips through the wind, Nanami’s running his mind through every page of every zoological textbook he’s ever read - and coming up blank after each one. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank—no living creature should ever be able to make a sound like this.

Just what in hell was that?

“C-Captain!”

It’s Itadori’s trembling tone that snaps Nanami out of his frozen state. He looks to the boy—fuck, he looks down and realizes that his hands were shaking.

“Put- put him…” Lips parched, he clears his throat and doesn’t care if it’s unsteady. “Put him onboard! Now!” Nanami yells at the crew, who instantly move to action as he keeps an eye in the dark direction of where the noise had originated from.

Beyond their circle of torches, something shifts in the shadows.

Something tall.

Tall.

Tall.

Another roar—“Hurry!” The Captain cries, helping his crew lift the injured man. “To the ship! Now—”

Perhaps because of the blood loss, their straggler is nothing more than a slight burden in their trembling arms, though with that- that thing in the darkness beyond them, he just might as well have weighed a hundred tonnes.

It’s with such dreadful relief that they manage to reach the Horisont and lever the body up the port side of the ship. As it’s carted off like a still-trembling corpse, Nanami calls out to the seamen that work the base. “Itadori, that thing is coming.”

“C-Captain?” The boy asks, nervously.

And the older man only silently hands him a gun, “We have to be ready.” Holding one himself, he raises the nozzle of the pistol in the air and fires, man-made thunder in response to the voice of something beyond. “Ready the rifles!”

Rows upon rows, guns upon guns, human beside human.

Lining the berth of the ship with their weapons raised, they clutched those polished wooden handles. Death at their fingertips. A third roar punctuates the night, and had it not been for their Captain’s presence right beside them, those men might just have been running for their life. 

“On my command…” Nanami calls out. 

Something bludgeons through the wintry landscape. As tall as even the tallest hanging icicles, with a coat that flaps around it like bat wings. 

“Aim…”

Inhuman.

“Fire!”

Gunshots ring out like applause, ah, the only invention of humanity that may cut through the cold. That may slice it. Two of the bullets hit the creature in what looked to be its shoulders, and it collapses to the ground with a pained cry. Pained? Could it really feel such a thing?

Most monsters didn’t. And this one raises its hooded head and roars.

Oh—Nanami’s stepping backwards before he can stop himself. 

“Next group, next group!” Itadori’s juvenile voice takes command in place of his Captain, though he was shaking even more so. Crew members with their guns cocked kneel down in the exact positions of the previous line.

Their nozzles smoke, hungry for blood.

With an arm stretched outwards, Nanami’s directing them. “On my command…aim…fire-”

Gunshot after gunshot after gunshot.

A second round of applause. A standing ovation. Almost with more fervour than before, those bullets reach towards the limelight where their lanterns were fixated on this hulking, inhuman figure. A hard target to miss.

Hit after hit after hit.

And yet…it does not stop. It does not slow down. It does not even shed blood - this thing takes their most fierce protection, lets it sink into its body as if not the worst thing it’s ever experienced. The bullets embed deep into its clamoring limbs, only increasing the fury in its pace.

Step after step after step.

Until finally- they’re catching a glimpse of blood-shot eyes.

“Re-retreat! To the ship.” Nanami yells, grabbing some of his crew members and pulling them to stand. He’s shoving them in the direction of the ramp that led up the side of the ship, not looking backwards until Itadori was already aboard. “To the ship! Retreat to the ship! Ret- no.”

He’s whipping his head behind as one of the foolhardy men rush in the direction of the monster with his gun. Raised as if to bash it with it—

“Retreat!”

In just one sweeping motion the creature throws the crew member aside. Hard enough that he bangs against the side of the ship, hard enough to break bone. 

Nanami pales as he hears the crunching of ligaments and skeleton, screaming out at his crew to board the ship once more. “Retreat- retreat, I say! This is an order from your Captain!” He’s stomping through the bustling deck, weaving through the men that feared for their life as much as they feared the life now rattling the ladder of the ship. “Where is that man we brought aboard? Where?”

“St-starboard, Captain.” Itadori replies.

And Nanami wastes no time before going up to the man - laid out amongst some blankets on the side of the ship - and grabbing him by the lapels of his frost-crusted coat, “What does that thing want?” He barks out at the groaning man, he assumes that you’d been taken inside. “Tell me! What does it want-”

Another young member, Ino, quivers out. “Captain, he’s almost—”

Roaring.

Gone and guttural.

It had reached the deck by now, standing tall amidst the crew that raced like ants. That looked just as helpless. In one hand it crushes a human skull as if nothing, and with the other he points straight at the shivering corpse.

“Bring- her- to me-”

A voice that sends their hearts beating out of their chests, so that they felt less-than human. Just as it sounded.

Her…?

From behind, one of the crew members stabs at the creature with the edge of his gun. Nanami doesn’t wait to watch him get flung off the edge of the ship- “The Blunderbuss.” He’s turning to the crew with widened eyes, breathless. “Ino, get the Blunderbuss!”

“Y-yes, Captain!”

In no time, a heavy metal firearm is being pressed into Nanami’s hands. He doesn’t wait to take aim and—shoot!

It strikes the monster right in the middle of his chest, and it stumbles. Hands but a blur on the greed-cold nozzle, sweat sticking his skin to metal, one eye closing in concentration- the Captain shoots again.

And again.

And again.

Each one finds its target with deathly precision. But a monster never truly dies, does it? Not until they can spike fear into the hearts of those mortal? It turns out, they merely fell.

As if a great oak befalling, it almost hurt to watch it descend. They all rush over to the other side of the deck as the monster plummets; the ice below craters once it rests, erupting a halo of dark blue lightning bolts brought out of the frozen water. Nanami wastes no time lugging the prolonged length of the Blunderbuss over the deck and shooting it a few more times - this time, however, not quite at their untimely visitor.

He aims for the thinning ice that cracks off with the blows, segregating the creature from the rest of them. And not one member of the crew releases a relieved breath until after the chunk of ice breaks off. Floats off.

It opens its eyes.

Snaking his body upright, “Give her…” Charging back towards the ship. A voice that thunders up to where they are, and makes everyone take a step back. “Give her to me-” All but Nanami, of course, who aims a single shot at the monster—and lets his hand fly off the trigger.

BANG—!

CRASH.

Thrown off his feet, it seems that the taller they are the harder they fall indeed. That…thing ends up with its back against the slab of ice once more, which gives way beneath its weight as if made out of nothing but paper. Opening up a gaping mouth. Ice-water sloshing at its feet. Crumbling into the tiniest pieces, the monster sinks…

The Captain doesn’t lower his gun or his caution until he can’t see its flailing arms any longer. Until the sea swallows up their woes with a gurgle, and with it, a creature more monster than man. Nanami peers down as its blood-black cloak dissipates into nothingness.

Then - and only then - does he turn to face the rest of the stunned crew.

“Take me to her.”

Less than an hour later, the man was up and talking—you, however, weren’t quite as lucky. According to the ship’s doctor you were alive, it seems, but just barely.

Itadori frowns at your shiver and rubs on your hands even harder. Entire body tinged ever-so-slightly with a pallor of blue - it didn’t matter what your original shade was, you looked plain sickly. And so tiny in Nanami’s bed, his heart aches as he lifts his bedcovers up to your chin, wishing that he had more than some ol’ Captain’s drudgery. You looked like a lady.

“Where am I…?” The black-haired man’s voice creaks out, his long locks sweeping the ship’s floor. He seemed to be the Captain’s own age. Despite being in the warmth now, he still quivered - whether out of the frigid outside, or the memory, Nanami wasn’t quite sure. “Who-”

“You’re aboard the Royal Danish ship, Horisont.” Nanami answers, watching as the doctor hands him a vial of something that the man downs with a wince. “I’m Captain Nanami, this is Dr. Shoko.”

“How many of your men did it kill?”

The blond man shivers, momentarily speechless. 

He looks at the man intensely, his teeth were drenched in red. “…Six.”

“It will come back and kill many more.” He begs, tone trembling until it was almost indiscernible. He sweeps a hand around the room, flickering in and out of existence in the dim lantern. “All of you, if necessary, unless you deliver me to it.”

Nanami bends down until he’s eye-level with the other man, almost condescending. “It’s gone. It sank in the freezing waters, it’s dead-”

“No, it is not!”

There’s a bang and a clutter- suddenly the long-haired man is upon him, grabbing Nanami by the coat and shaking him. His eyes held a madness to them that shook the taller man to his very core, and he found his own scared face staring back at him through those irises. “It cannot be killed! It- it…”  As if the weight of his own words were hitting him, he’s sinking back onto the couch that made his impromptu clinical bed. “It c-cannot die…I’ve tried.”

“You’ve tried?” Itadori pipes up.

Nanami looks at the madman wearily, “And you have most certainly been…unsuccessful.”

“Whether you believe me or not…” Sinking his head into his hands, throat shattering in tears. “-it will come back…for me.” He breathes heavily, “And when it does, you must promise that you will put me out on the ice and let it take me.” Looking up into Nanami’s molten eyes, “Please.”

“What sort of creature is that?” Shoko asks, taking off her medical gloves. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Or more pertinent a question—” Nanami looks behind at your shivering figure, still, and then at the man before him. “What manner of devil made him?”

The man gulps, “I did.” As if the weight of a thousand years was rushing out of him at once, “I, Geto Suguru, made him.”

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PART I: Geto’s Story.

His name was Geto. Geto Suguru.

It was his father that gave him that name, Suguru (杉る) meaning excellent, superior, surpass. One could claim that it all started with him, his father. And his mother.

For there are some parents that bear no merit to become parents in anything other than name.

The world changes once you bear life, you know, in the way that they look at you, in the way that they speak to you, in the way that they know you. They don’t know you as anything otherwise. And unless you can change with the world, then the world will change you. For love is a melding of souls that leaves one’s tempered. 

And one has to be strong to accept change, to be changed. Both physically and mentally. Fear it, of course - the presence of strength does not equate to an absence of fear - but be strong. Change.

The strength of one’s love is equivalent to the strength of one’s self. Why shouldn’t you change?

And so—to recap, the world shall change, you shall change - so who does that leave amongst the conflict?

Why, the child, of course.

To his mother, he was strong: her first-born. And this woman amongst women, this flurry of passion and decadence, the only person to ever beat him in cards, the sole empress of their mansion to brave his father for all those years; to him, she was far stronger than he.

Far stronger.

And yet, his mother died at the hands of the nation’s best doctor.

His father.

Geto Suguru’s mother died giving birth to his younger brother. Though she didn’t die with regrets- at least, their father didn’t believe so.

The youngest child was the apple of their father’s eye, the one that couldn’t grow up, the one that was worth a life. He was the breeze, Geto was the storm cloud.

Where he was locked in the library and taught the ways of the human tissue, it was his brother that was boasted at every social function. What had taken him years of reciting the complexities of anatomy to learn from his father, his brother could earn a smile with but a single look. When he had never heard a syllable of love from his father, he could hear through his bedroom—a wall shared with his younger brother’s, sweet goodnights.

There was something more- or rather, there was something missing.

“Father?” He remembers asking one morning after their early anatomy lesson. Geto must have been barely fourteen by this point, though his father acted around him like nothing more than if he were dealing with a poisonous viper. 

The elderly man pauses, and turns stiffly towards his first-born. “Yes?”

“You let her die, did you not?”

“I did everything in my power to save her. You must know that.” His father answered, grimly. He clutched his textbooks tighter as his son got up and rounded the table slowly.

Geto looks at him, “So you failed.”

The patriarch looks at him dismissively, “No one can conquer death.” And it has the tone of the final say, to which the man turns his back and leaves.

“I will.” Geto calls out after him. And there was no way that the baron didn’t hear him, no way that he didn’t know the boy had just picked up his own cane. A thin bristling woodwork singed with years of hitting onto the very flesh that held it now. 

Geto whips it through the air, “I will conquer it.” He wasn’t speaking at a particularly high volume, and yet it cracks through the halls of the library- making his father stop in his tracks and turn. “Everything you know, I will know too.”

The man looks at him with intense eyes, so similar to his younger brother’s. “I think we’ve done quite enough for today.”

Ultimately, he was not strong enough.

The Geto fortune’s downfall was swift; two revolts and a fire across their fields left them bereft. They kept the estate, but lost everything else.

Including his father.

Geto was accepted into the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh, where he attempted to…widen the narrow vision of academia. It is here that he held his own at a tribunal hearing, before an audience of a hundred he demonstrated his earliest experiment mending the arm of a dead man, and the head of another. By running an electric current through this specimen, he made it move—life!

“This is a hearing, Doctor, not a carnival act!” Another powder-wigged, bespectacled, puff-pastried member of the board cried out from his raised podium. 

It was exactly because of bigwigs like him that Geto had to attend such a hearing in the first place. Some of the higher-ups had caught a whiff of his experiments on corpses, and thus they’d demanded a proper investigation before the entire association, to determine whether such acts were in line with the ‘morals and scientific integrity of’ the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh.

The other surgeons around him leaned in on the edge of their seats as the elderly board member stabbed a finger in the direction of the moving corpse. He seethes, as if he found the mere display of it offensive to his eyes. “You’re not helping your cause, this galvanic trickery will simply not do!”

“Trickery.” Geto repeats, reaching deep into his pockets. “Trickery?”

Before everyone, he pulls out a red apple, ripe to the touch. Throwing it in the air a few times—before throwing it to the corpse.

Who reaches out and catches it.

“That is not trickery- that is a decision!” He cries out at the display. The single arm twists and turns, letting the deceased head inspect the apple. And above the applause, Geto yells in elation. “Motor coordination between the eye of one dead man, and the arm of another! Infused with new will and the rudiments of understanding-” 

A board member cuts him off, “Understanding in a brain that has already died-”

“This is the future! It is strength-”

“It is an abomination!”

It is only after Geto was formally expelled for his ‘blasphemous’ research by the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh did he meet Kenjaku. It was with a tip of his hat and a bow so low that the tips of his nose nearly touched the blood-stained pavement, and then Kenjaku was led inside his laboratory.

He had strange stitches on his forehead, and Geto thought of him as almost a kindred spirit. A face to which he couldn’t put an age. He claimed to be an acquaintance of his brother’s and inquired into the other man’s work.

It was also the first time that Geto Suguru heard your name, his brother’s fiancée. 

It was also the first time that his heart had undergone the strangest palpitations that were not in line with any medical textbook he’d devoured before.

“So you claim you can do it-” Kenjaku had peered down at the man, dark eyes twinkling in interest. “-bring a man to life from the dead? Create a man that is so strong that he may not die?”

“I know I can.”

And it seemed to have been exactly the answer that he’d been looking for. 

Kenjaku reached into his long coat, and pulled out a flat white card with swooping cursive. “I have a proposal for you, Doctor.” At the surgeon’s raising eyebrows, his feline grin only grows. “I will endow your pursuit with unlimited resources. In exchange, I may in time ask you for a favor in return- but mostly, it would be my utmost honor to record your process for posterity.”

Geto looks at his outstretched hand. He hesitates. “I will…consider-”

“Don’t pretend to be reasonable now, Doctor.” Forcefully, the card with details is being pushed into his hand. “It would be such a shame.”

Geto never did find out his first name.

In the coming weeks Geto also grew to meet you, and he grew to be hated by you.

Or so you claimed. It was the interference of the natural cycle between life and death that made you instantly dislike him, you’d heard enough about his work from Kenjaku, a close family acquaintance. So to see this pompous, stubborn, (beautiful) scientist in the flesh was not too different from meeting the devil himself.

And the devil always was quite tempting.

“You laugh at my ideas?” He’d asked on your first meeting with him. It had been a lunch with none other than Kenjaku, his younger brother, and you.

And while the former two had disappeared for ‘brandy and cigars’ at a moment’s notice of one of your brewing debates, Geto had been the only one to stay. To sit opposite you on the long table. To look you straight in the eyes as you scoffed at his claims to bring a dead man back to life. “Idea are not worthwhile by themselves now, are they?” 

He crosses his arms, “Explain.”

“Think of the war, for example.” Your steely gaze watches as Geto’s dark brows raise, “Honor. Country. Valor. These surely are worthwhile elevated ideas by themselves, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Mhm.”

“And nevertheless, men are dying for them, in a decidedly less elevated way.” You continue, “Face down in the mud, choking on blood, screaming in pain. Fathers, brothers, sons. Men that were nursed into this world by their mothers, only to fall on a battlefield far from those that provoke these tragedies.” You’re looking straight at him, “Those men remain at home, untouched by blood or bayonet.”

Geto tugs on his coats, skin hot for the first time in…ever. “I-I see-”

“That is what happens when ideas are pursued by fools.”

His head snaps up, “And you think me a fool? Hm?”

To which you lean close enough that your breath wafts his face, warm and only warmer. Just the slightest smile on your face, “Run to your brandy and cigars~”

He’d never been harder.

A few weeks after that meeting, Geto rode down in a carriage with Kenjaku to a lake near Vaduz across the channel. A tower built as a water filtration plant and abandoned at the start of the war; the moment he laid eyes on it, the tower, he could feel destiny calling.

He could feel it.

The months slurred into one, and so did his experiments.

He stitched together the corpses of prisoners and men recently hanged, until he’d grown quite expert in making seamless threads on skin, until even various shades of skins could be melded into one. Trial after trial after trial.

The floor of his once-new laboratory ran red. 

And with every step closer he got to creating life, it felt like Geto lost a bit of his own. 

The first time that Geto bedded you, that was the night that he finalized the creation that would come to be his greatest downfall. He’d finally found the pressure points he needed to intrude in order to keep the lymphatic system intact. 

And he worked like a dog.

Night after night after nightmarish night. Those bad dreams melded into reality, and Geto could differentiate which was which.

Until one night, a strom was a-brewing above his spiral tower, and Geto stepped back to admire his creation. Upon a cross-like platform hoisted a pale body much larger than the largest man, much less human. He’d chosen each body part himself, of course: that toned torso, that handsome face, that small waist, those sea-blue eyes, hair of holy white. 

The perfect creation. 

As flares of lightning outreached across the sky, Geto connected the body to various cables and bolts aiming to extract the energy of the storm. Climbing to the top of the tallest tower, he’d enabled a massive ray that acted as a lightning catcher aimed straight at the lifeless body upon the cross. Like the hand of the heavens above, it was to give life.

“By God, it’s perfect.” Kenjaku whispers, coming up to the surgeon’s side in the laboratory. Kenjaku had taken residence in this very tower until Geto was to complete his experiment, and he frantically stopped Geto in his ministrations- “Quick! Quick, you have to do it now-”

“Pardon-” Geto’s brows furrowed, “Do what?”

“My brain.”

He pales, “P-pard-”

“My brain- inside that body.” He shakes the younger man, “Did I not say that the time would come when I ask you for a favor, boy? Well this is that time- quick, before the storm reaches its peak! Extract my brain and place it into the perfect body of our new Adam-”

Geto smacks his hand away, voice heightening. “That’s madness! I work with corpses, I will not kill just to put your-”

“Is it the money?”

He rounds the scientist now, hands throwing up in the air. And Geto can only step backwards—

“Because I can give you all the money you want- ohoho! You only need to say yes-” 

“But-”

He swipes a hand out once more to grab the other man, though Geto dodges it this time. “-no more, and no less!” Closing in on the man, “Just think about it, my boy, for me- youth! And for you, eternal wealth! No money in the world would be enough for this, and I can give it all to you if you just say the-”

“No.”

Kenjaku charges.

And at that exact moment, lightning clashes.

CLAP—!

It erupts from the needle-like end of the ray, making every piece of metal in the laboratory glow molten red with heatwaves. The diagonal and vertical lines of lightning crackling through the air, powerful enough that one could almost feel the atoms around it sizzling. Making the energy spark against metal as it conducts, making a stray beam hit Kenjaku and make him drop to the floor with a cold shiver. Dead. 

Geto himself can just barely manage to throw himself underneath one of his desks and take cover. His head in his hands, his heart in his throat.

And in the distance, something seems to ba-dump—!

When Geto Suguru opens his eyes again, he isn’t the only thing alive in that laboratory.

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“And it was a monster.” In the present day, a Geto Suguru that was not much older - though he felt as such, he sighed as such - finishes off his story by spitting. It was as if speaking the very tale into memory left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, “With the average body and mind of a twenty-eight-year-old, and yet I discovered soon that it had super strength, healing like never seen in a natural organism before- and as his strength increased, mine waned. I did not sleep, I did not eat, I did not live- and more than that, I could not make it speak. I created The Strongest, and in doing so I created a monster.”

Nanami Kento runs a hand down his face silently, “You played God and now…”

“And now you reap the consequences.” Itadori is the one to finish off.

And the tired surgeon can only nod, placing his aching head in his hands once more. “I am its creator, and I have created a monster. It is something that should never have been done- never! I should have listened to her-”

“I did tell you so.”

A soft voice speaks up, and the fatigued crew almost believes it to be nothing but a hallucination- till they’re hearing the rustle of coarse bedsheets, and they instantly snap their heads towards the Captain’s bed. 

It was you.

At some point during Geto’s story, you’d managed to seat yourself up on the bed without any of them knowing. Keeping a keen ear on what was being said. Like Geto, you had that same air of faint fatigue about you- but you still held your head high, your poise that of high aristocracy.

Tired, but still as beautiful as ever. And Nanami swears he catches the surgeon’s gaze glimmer ever-so-slightly as they drift over to you.

By the determined glint in your pupils, he guessed you were none other than Geto’s brother’s (former, likely) fiancée.

Itadori jumps away from his seat on the bed with a squawk, blushing to the roots of his rosy hair. With a slightly stifled giggle, you’re patting the mattress beside you and getting him to sit once more. Once that was over, you cross your palms atop one another and introduce yourself.

“Captain Nanami Kento.” Nanami’s respectfully removing the cap of his uniform and bowing, hoping that you didn’t catch the exact shade of rouge that his ears were.

“Dr. Ieri Shoko.”

“Itadori Yuji.”

You’re nodding as they introduce each other, the rest of the crew, one after the other. Before ultimately settling on Geto, “And I know you too well.”

“Too well.” He chuckles.

“You have all heard my acquaintance’s story here.” You do not wait for the next invitation, gesturing at the man that was still sitting upon the couch. The rest of the room leans in with a nod, “So I believe it should only be fair that I share mine, too.”

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PART II: Your Story.

You knew that Geto Suguru was trouble - you knew it.

In addition to unapologetically luring you away from your fiancé (his very brother, at that! That most certainly should’ve been enough to tell you all needed to know about the man), he was steeped in work of such nature that it should never even be spoken into existence. Such blasphemous ideologies, you had never heard of in your entire life. 

And you didn’t want to.

At least, that’s what you had assumed. But Geto just had a way about him that was so…irresistable. 

And even these past few weeks where he’d been holed up within his laboratory had a part of you missing him. Not necessarily out of any romantic obligation- though, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him in your bed. But mostly, you simply wanted to know whether he’d finally completed his life-death mission and left the rest of humanity to bear its consequences.

Unholy, unholy consequences.

“Oh, Suguru…” Your voice comes out breathless, murky in the stagnated air of the dungeon. It had been weeks since either Geto nor Kenjaku had responded to a letter from you, and without further ado - what next was there to do but barge into the very laboratory?

It wasn’t a difficult task you had to admit. The massive mill had been deemed empty after a few of your knocks went unanswered, and the door was unlocked - what have you told Geto about prioritizing his safety!

Nonetheless, it had worked in your favor this time. And while your fiancé had gone in search of his brother, you’d wandered throughout the entire barren, dilapidated mansion until you’d heard a few rustles from…the floor below the ground.

The dungeons.

Wondering that perhaps something unseemly had happened to one of the residents here, you’d quickly made your way down. And the sight that met you—oh, it had your vision blurring with- tears? You weren’t quite sure what was even real by this point.

It was a massive underground cavern, tiled clinically with white stone on every wall. Great pillars. Glistening streams of water. It wafted out slightly damp particles into the air, and made your breath take formulation in front of you. Tall concave arches curved their backs like portals into other worlds, and beyond the largest one- you could see a figure.

So pale that it almost melded into the walls it was chained to, almost wanted to.

But nothing could hinder the sight of the long-limbed, otherwordly…human before you. Less than human, more than not. He had the brightest blue eyes. Pale hair. Wearing nothing but a robe- more like a blanket, around his lower half. Stepping closer, you could see scar-like stitches around most of his joints: his neck, his legs, the most prominent one in the middle of his toned torso. You bring your hand up to your mouth and whisper, “Oh, Suguru, what have you done?”

The figure stirs at your voice, and stands.

“I…” You don’t know what to say, instinctually taking a step back behind a pillar as he stands to his full, towering height. Nearly eight feet tall, perhaps more. The strands of his ivory hair brushed the very ceiling, and you had to crane your head up to take a look at his handsome face.

The way he moves- jerky, to try and crane his head to see you. As if eager.

You notice that he couldn’t move much with the multiple chains around his wrists, and so you step into the light. Breathing out, “H-Hello.”

And then he smiles.

The most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

As you get closer, he silently cocks his head to look down at you.

“Hello.” You say, with more conviction this time. You’re raising your head up fully into the white overhead light, looking right into those beautiful blue eyes—and you think you hear him take in a slight hitched breath. You introduce yourself. “Have you been here long?”

As expected, he doesn’t answer once more. Simply blinking down dreamily at you, slow and steady like he was memorizing your face.

And yet you continue anyways- “It must be cold in here- here.” You’re shrugging off your coat immediately, and though it might be quite small for the giant, you stand on your tip-toes to help him wrap it over his naked shoulders. “I’m sorry, it’s not much- oh.” Mouth slightly dropping as he cups his hand over yours, just as you were straightening out the fabric over his pale skin. You feel the coldness of his body and gasp.

His large body somewhat startles at the noise, and you’re immediately feeling empathetic.

“Oh! Oh, I do apologize for scaring you.” In a slightly more hushed tone, you’re smiling up at him - hoping that perhaps it would disarm him, make him take a step closer. “That was not very lady-like of me, was it? Do forgive me.”

And you didn’t quite give a damn about customs, if you do say so yourself. But before this man you’re placing your hands upon either side of your skirt and curtseying- distinctly sure that you were making a fool of yourself before—

Rattle—!

You’re whipping your head up to realize that this giant was mimicking you - with his head bowed, and his lithe hands pinching the air of an invisible skirt.

You can’t help but giggle, and that draws a soft grunt from the creation, as if imitating that, too. 

Or at least wishing to. 

After a few seconds of drinking him in, you notice that he was looking rather intently at your hands. The very same part of you that he’d touched earlier.

His touch had been gentle, parched. 

And in almost slow-motion, you’re tugging off the silken gloves that encased your hands. The expensive fabric was  stuck to your fingertips like a second skin, and the giant’s eyes widen as if he was looking at you peeling a layer of your own. Reaching your exposed palm out—he grips your hand in his cold, cold ones and drags you closer.

He exhales as he brings it up to his face, as he feels you- as he presses your fingertips to his mouth and kisses. The man (or perhaps something else entirely?) lets out a soft chuckle as he feels you.

“Mm-” He grunts out, pressing a tender kiss on your hand before letting it free. Those overlarge palms of his move onto your other, and you’re almost about to repeat the movements of removing your glove on that one - before he tugs on the material at your ring finger. Pinching it delicately between his own digits, and tugging it down off.

Undressing you.

He grunts once more, “Mngh-” Something indiscernible, but to him it makes perfect sense.

In motions that feel like eons, he guides your hands - as light as feathers - to place them upon his own chest. Where you could feel a beating heart.

Ba-dump—!

Ba-dump—!

Ba-dump—!

Racing. 

Heaving chest. Bleeding stitches.

And you didn’t realize until then that you’d been shaking.

Eyes widened, you whisper. “Who hurt you?”

A few minutes later and you were barging into Geto Suguru’s decadent bedroom, where you found him deep in conversation with his brother - something or the other about the Royal Medical Society, not that you could give a damn right about now.

“The man!” You’re calling out, uncaring whether you interrupt. You feel so faint that you have to lean against the doorway to fully speak, “The man-”

Geto’s mouth parts, “You saw him…”

And that’s what keeps you walking forwards, until you’re almost nose-to-nose with Geto- and his brother is the one that has to tug you back by your elbows. “The man- is he patient? A victim?” Tone reaching something shrill that neither man has ever heard from you before, “His wounds- you wounded him like that-”

“No, no, no—” Geto’s clapping both hands on your shoulders and attempting to get you to look at him straight. But you almost couldn’t - his amethyst eyes weren’t how you remembered them, and his hair was askew. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have almost said that he looked crazed- “It was the world that hurt him, my dear, not I- I—” Pointing at himself now, “-merely gave him life.”

As you take a few steps backwards in shock, he’s looking at you fully.

“I gave him life.”

Later, Geto gave you a showcase of the ‘creature’ as he’d called it. He’d explained to you his rapid healing, the immense strength that seemed to have been an aftereffect of the storm. And when you’d pointedly asked him why he was chained was here-

“It doesn’t know any better-” Geto had off-handedly replied.

“But, Suguru…” You bore no mind to the hardening expression on his face, crouching down to clasp the giant’s hand. Your heart flutters as he presses your silken gloves back into your hands from where he’d removed them earlier. Caressing you, “-you know better.”

“Suguru, is he intelligent?” His brother asks, warily watching the interaction between you and…this beast. His brother had mentioned it had the mind of a twenty-eight-year-old, so did that mean he could also feel…

To which the surgeon doesn’t reply.

“Suguru, is he intelligent?”

That very night, you snuck out to meet him.

You found the giant glumly hunched over the streams that ran through the dungeon, his long fingers toying with the crisp autumn leaves that had fluttered from the surface above. You watch as he plucks them delicately by the step, chains rattling as he kisses them down onto the water below. Like a little boat that tips and rows right up to you.

He’d flinched as he saw you, you remember now.

Before you’d cast him a gentle smile, and the creation had nervously returned it.

Once you got closer, he’d reached his hand up to - trembling. Shaking at the very thought of human contact, and yet, he’d handed you—

“A leaf?” You’re breathing out in excitement,  and the man looks down when you take it. “For me?”

He’d grunted in affirmation.

“Thank you.”

After a few seconds of admiring the leaf by your lantern, you’d taken it up and pressed it to your lips. Humming ever-so-slightly.

“And what can I give back to you, hm?” You’d wondered out loud, “Oh! I know—”

That night, you’d introduced yourself.

Ultimately, Geto’s brother had decided to stay and monitor the situation - and with it, you did, too. Not quite to ‘monitor the situation’ as he had put it, but rather to keep an eye on…him. 

You didn’t know when ‘him’ had turned from Geto to the monster within Geto’s basement. 

And yet, here you were.

It was you who visited the creation every night, sneaking out when all the lanterns had been dimmed and sleep had befallen the mansion as your only cover. You’d grip a torch of your own in one hand, and in the other would be a cup of ointment. 

“Why hello—” You’d croon out, as soon as you caught sight of his hunched figure on the ground. Still chained - you were working on finding the key to it one of these days. And if worse comes to worse, you’d gnaw through those damned shackles if you had to.

You were on the verge to-

“And how have you been today?” You’d beam up at the pale figure, and he’d beam right back - all thirty-two pearly white teeth on full display. With your hands gentle on his limbs, you’re soothing your fingers underneath the unyielding gaps in the circular restraints around his wrist. Dabbing a bit of ointment on so that it would get all the purpleish skin, “Oh, that awful awful man!”

“Awful-” He’d nod, voice scratchy as it pronounced this new word. “Awful awful.”

It would make you chuckle, “And I’m just as awful, aren’t I? Only teaching you awful words?”

The creation’s eyebrows were pale, but you could still make out the way they knit together underneath the medical light. Fervently shaking his head from side to side, “Awful-” He shakes his head even harder, “Awful- not.”

“You say that I’m not awful, hm?” You bring a hand up to your mouth and titter, “Oh my, you’re quite the flatterer, aren’t you?”

And you’re not quite sure whether the giant understood what exactly that word meant, but he blushes all the way down the back of his neck like he does. Such a pretty pink. Rose pink.

Seeing it, you raise an amused brow. “Oh? Quite shy for a flatterer, hm?” Without thinking much of it - and oh, you really should think more when it comes to him - you reach out and glide the softness of your fingertips down his smooth neck. “No, it’s more like you’re just…sweet?”

With a shiver, he’s leaning up to your touch. “Sweet- sweet. My love- sweet.”

And there was that.

You’re not quite sure where he’d learned that particular pet name - my love - or whether it was a creation of his own beautiful mind. But he’d started to refer to you by it a few days ago, and had preferred it to your name ever since.

You’re reaching your hand back- only for him to clasp your fingers once more with his. Only to put them on his body once more.

With a kindly smile, you repeat your name.

“My love.” His gruff voice answers.

And you repeat it.

“My love.”

And you repeat it.

“My love.”

With such a fond sigh, you try to take a different route. “Geto Suguru.”

“Awful, awful man.”

“Hah! Well, at least you have the merit to get that one correct, hm?” You’re humming at him, and removing your hands from his neck to play with his massive fingers instead. The both of you were sitting facing each other, upon the cold marble ledge that Geto had intended to serve as his creation’s bed, you suppose. A sudden idea pops into your mind, “And what about your name?”

He cocks his head, “My love?”

“That’s my name, isn’t it?” You shake your head, tracing out the letters of both your actual name and his lil’ nickname on the surface of his palm. Once you’re done, you close his palm. “What about your name?”

“My…” He starts, and something seems to strangle at the back of his throat. It must be difficult, you guess, to speak out of a voicebox that was not your own. “Sa—weet.”

“Sweet?” You ask.

The giant lightly grunts, “Sa…sweet- Sat—weet.” He shakes his head, and you could practically feel the frustration that radiated off of him. 

“Hey hey—” You thumb down his palm once more, and he’s looking up at you with such depth. Such raw emotion in those summer-blue eyes; still unprotected from the roughness of a world that has been nothing but cruel to him. Cooing, “It’s alright—you can take your time.”

“Sa-weet.” He’s croaking out once more, one hand coming up to his throat- and the other hand pressing into your open palm. He draws out the letters that he was aiming to speak into existence. “Sa…to—ru.”

Your eyes widen in shock at his decision, and he looks at you intently.

“Sa—to—ru.” Patterning out two more syllables, “Go—jo.”

“Gojo Satoru?” You ask the man who has picked his own name.

“Gojo Satoru.” He repeats, still slightly rough around the edges. And the giant- Gojo, breaks out into a smile that feels like sunlight against your skin. And his hand- it ends up cupping your cheek, he presses his cold forehead to yours. Breathing you in. “Gojo Satoru, my love.”

You swear you’ve never felt your heart race faster.

After that particular night, you’d taken it upon yourself to teach Gojo as much of the language as you could. 

Night after night, you lugged down - not just ointment and your lamp now - books as well. If there was one blessing in this entire laboratory, then it was the fact that its libraries were generous with their bounty for you to raid. And for Gojo, as well.

Gojo—you supposed there were two blessings in this laboratory, after all.

It was tragedy after romance novel after historical novel that the two of you swept through.

You’d read in your lilting voice, and Gojo would listen - sometimes with his eyes peacefully shut, and his breath evening out so that you weren’t sure whether he was asleep or not. And whenever you stopped to check- he never was. 

He’d peer at you with wide blue eyes and query, “My love?” And that was all it took to get you reading again, no matter how scratchy your voicebox felt. 

You’d found that Gojo was partial to romance novels the most (yes, even the somewhat…steamier ones), and he vengefully loved a good tragedy, too (though you’d have to let him hold you afterwards, face pushed into the crook of your neck, and his large tears wetting your thin night gown). “You would never-” He’d gasp out through powerful sobs, always feeling pain so deep. “You will always stay by my side, my love?”

“Always.”

He’d lace his dominant hand with yours, “Always- always.” Pressing his forehead to yours once more, lips mere centimeters away. You could taste his icy breath, “I belong with you.”

Times like this you almost remembered why Geto kept calling Gojo ‘The Strongest’, because even his slightest hold would be enough to make your joints pop!

But then his teary eyes would take in the split-second wince on your face, and he’d immediately be loosening his grip once more.

He was never just The Strongest to you.

He picked up on language quickly, given that he had the mind of a twenty-eight-year-old. It was as if he’d just been borne into existence as such, merely manifested. 

A man in every way except how his creator treated him.

You admit that you didn’t get much sleep during those golden weeks- hell, your fiancé had started questioning whether you were ill after overseeing your bouts of sleepiness during the morning. And you had an inkling that Geto had already guessed, by the way that he’d been staring at you from afar…but he hadn’t caused trouble for you.

Just yet.

You remember that night as if it was just yesterday - it was your last night with Gojo Satoru, of course.

You’d spent particularly long in the dungeon with him that night, even after reading your book you’d stayed behind to simply converse with the gentle giant, all the while tugging and fidgeting with his shackles in an attempt to somehow break them free.

Break him free.

“My love?” Gojo’s asking in his husky voice, ragged. He peers down through his long lashes at what exactly you were doing with his hands - and he lets you do whatever you want. It was you, you could do anything to him. Anything.

You’re looking up at his coos, “Oh- my apologies, Gojo-”

“Satoru.”

“Satoru.” You manage a smile at his tenacity, “Was I hurting you?”

“No.” 

“And you’re not lying.”

“No.”

“And you would tell me if I was the one hurting you?”

“…No.”

He grins at your exasperation - it’s true, the way you rolled your eyes with a groan was highly unlady-like, but you didn’t quite care when you were with him. When you were with him, you didn’t quite care about anything else, to be honest. “Oh, Satoru—” You’re cupping his gorgeous face, finally letting go of those restraints that bothered you so much. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Mn.” He grunts, leaning his head in real close so that he could sniff at the flowery scent of your hair. “My love—” Hushly whispering out, “My love, my love, my love.”

“Satoru.” You’re breathing out, equally as quiet.

And then he’s tugging on his restraints, letting some of the screws fall off - easily, considering your tampering all these past few weeks - only to loop his strong arms as much as he could around you. You’re being pulled to his firm chest, feeling each rippling muscle through your thin nightgown. “My love—my love.” It’s like gospel to him.

Your mouth parts ever-so-slightly, something heating up within you. And looking deep into his dilated eyes, you attempt to say something. “Satoru, I…”

He presses his lips to yours in an instant.

In that gaze of his, you saw a need that matched yours.

In that distance of his, you heard the tearing of restraints.

.

.

.

“O-oh—” You’re cupping a hand over your gaping mouth, voice heightening the very second that Gojo’s able to get his ravenous hands on you.

The very second that he’s shoving your nightgown further up your body, bearing your body exposed.

For him…he’s running his jittering palms down both of your breasts. For him for—where your stomach was, down both sides of your hips. For him for him for him. Down to your legs where he’d missed a key part of you.

But before you can huff out in need, Gojo’s scooping you up in his arms and gently splaying you out on his marble bed. The surface is quite frigid against your back, and it makes you inadvertently smear your legs all open. 

Oh-so-lecherously open.

All Gojo needs it so take a mere whiff before he’s salivating down his chin at the smell of your sweet, sweet pussy. You’re watching him wipe away the burnished lacquer of spittle with the back of his hand-

“I never…” He’s gasping out, each word guttural and chopped as if being wrenched from the very back of his throat. Gojo hoists himself onto the bed, and towers above you casually. “In all my time here, I’ve yet to feel real h-hunger, my love.”

You supposed that was because of his superhuman body, and you’re wondering why he’s telling you this right now. “I’m…glad, Satoru. Would you like me to perhaps bring you something different next ti-”

“But now, I’ve never felt more starved in my life.”

Oh—

And before you know it, he’s moving. He’s moving his head down until it was nothing but a blur of white and pure carnal need. 

Darting straight towards the target of your pretty pussy-

You were just drippin’ wet by this point, and Gojo doesn’t even warn you before he’s surging his nose deep between your pussy and aiming to lick away every single sopping ounce. 

“O-oh—fuck!” You’re squealing out, the moment you feel his wet tastebuds sizzle against your core. Gojo was just swiping the pinkish tip of his crown between your pussylips and lavishing it all over in precisely the way he’d eat his favorite dessert. His favorite strawberry. His favorite cream pie. “I s-swear I got you enough of those sweets you love tonight-”

“But not this one.”

And you don’t know exactly what parts Geto had fitted onto his body- but Gojo’s savoring tongue just felt so looooong. Famished. Ramming it into every tiny nook n’ cranny of your outer pussy, forcing his face even deeper between your pretty legs. “Oh, I’ve yet to taste something so sweet.”

Those wads of your slick clung onto the lower half of Gojo’s handsome face, making it look as though he’d just dunked his head into a pool. And the more you’re attempting to push away his sweaty bangs and take a good look at him, the further he’s rovering. “Fuh-fuck, Satoru- oh my god, Satoru, slow down.” You’re panting, “You need to breathe-”

“Is it entirely necessary?”

And yet, it still wasn’t enough for him.

You don’t even know how but he was so dexterous opening you up.

Swirlin’ aside your puffy folds so that he could get to your hole - start filling up your hole.

Pushing and pushing and pushing—

Gojo huffs through his nostrils - right up against your swollen clit - when your snug channel naturally resists the intrusion. He couldn’t fit in more than an inch of his prolonged tongue, and the challenge makes him furrow his snowy brows. “Why isn’t it…” Almost muttering to himself, before he’s spitting a slick wad of saliva straight down onto your core. Splat! “Is this it—? Will this work-”

And then with both knobbly edges of his thumbs pryin’ aside your pussylips, he’s attempting to shovel even more of his tongue inside. “Oh heavens- Satoru, what did I tell you about breathing-”

“But s’just not fitting, my love.” Ah- at this point, his words were just slurred. And you swear his kiss-bitten lip pops out in what looked like a pout. “I don’t care if I don’t breathe if it just- hah, doesn’t go in-”

As if to prove his point, Gojo’s staring straight into your dazed eyes whilst he fucks your pussy with his tongue. Sharp jawline hanging wide open, slithering the pinkish edge of his tongue ‘round and ‘rooooound your hole a few times.

Before he hiccups, “S-see?” Just so sloppily, the giant is attempting to flop his thick muscle inside your leaky entrance. “S’not going in s’not going in- and fuck! how badly I want it to go in…”

“Oh, fuck…” You breathe, “I really am a bad influence- now I have you cussing from that pretty mouth.”

He was also whining into your cunt from that pretty mouth, begging you to take him more seriously. With both of his overlarge palms flattened on your thighs, Gojo’s just slightly slipping on the sheen of slick plastered to your skin as he spreads you all the more open for him. Like a feast-

“Well, if you really want to- hngh!” Just as you begin to speak, he’s funneling his tongue an inch or two deeper. The most sleazy expression upon Gojo’s face as his wet muscle reels back- only to do it all over again. “How cheeky, Satoru- if you really want to fit it a-all in, then you have to stretch me, y’know?”

“Streeetch?” Gojo blubbers out between your pussylips, his maw practically glued to your core by now. It was just too cute the way you’d splash all over him whenever he sent those vibrations right up your cunt, and he looked down at your entrance in interest. “So like- thiiiiiiis?”

“Oh fuuuuuck—” With your voice crackling as you keen, you’re immediately letting your body arch into the most perfect curvature.

Because Gojo Satoru had his rough index and thumb pinched over your puffy clit and drag-drag-draaaaagging that nub. Zaps of pleasure make you see white as he rolls it between both digits, “Like this, my love?” Gojo’s whispering, “Or—more-”

“Yes- no- yes.” By now, you can’t do anything but buck- oh, how did it get to this? He’s been the one that was easily pussydrunk with only a few laps, but now you were the one reaping its consequences.

Purely speechless on the way he was teasin’ your pretty clit, you’re reaching your dominant hand down and gripping onto Gojo’s white locks. Roughly - but if the way he purely moaned when he felt the sensation was anything to go by, then he loved it. “Yes, like that- ngh. But that’s not exactly what I meant, Satoru.”

“What did you mean then, my love?” He’s asking, eagerly.

And a faint satisfaction washes over you at the fact that you’re going to be the one to teach Gojo Satoru how to play with your pussy.

You flutter your lashes down at him, “First lesson is- you have to get me wet enough.” Not that he quite needed that lesson, for you were wet enough that your sap was oozing out of you and sticking onto his face in oodles by now.

But it just feels so good having him purse his rosy lips and splattering a straight ribbon down onto your cunt, smearing it with none other than his lips. “And then?”

“S-second lesson-” Shivering, you’re tugging his face closer - and The Strongest lets you. “Take it sloooow and easy with that tongue, Satoru. Just like- mmm, fuck!” But just a singular lap at your treacly pussy, and Gojo was all but plastered to it.

Lavishing your front with licks. Swiping and snapping his tongue allllll over every crevice.

He was letting his tastebuds enter wherever you’d let him, blue peripherals rolling right to the back of his skull at the candied taste that was filling his throat. And Gojo has the audacity to fight against it and whine when you’re briefly attempting to tug him off, “Just one more-” He pants out, with a wettened plop! when he attaches his maw to your cunt once more. “One more lick-” And once more. “Just one more taste-” And once more. “One more sweet kiss-”

And once more.

Eventually you can’t do anything but throw your head back and shrill—“Not adequately following the lessons will result in- in barring you from my pussy-”

And then he’s removing himself with a gasp! “No- no no no no-” Grabbing onto either side of your waist - and you’re unsure whether that’s to keep himself at bay, or to keep you from running away. “Please don’t- I beg of you, please don’t. I need this pretty pussy, my love…”

“Then you’ll listen, hm?” You ask, to which the powerful being doggedly nods. “Alright then, commencing- he second lesson is to take it slow with your tongue. Just stretch out my entrance—oh.”

And this time his tastebuds were sizzling against yours in slow, sensual motions. In circles and cute hearts- you swear your pupils were dazedly following along with the movements within the whites of your eyes. 

“Like- like this, my love?” He eagerly pants out, scorching breath hitting you from all angles. Luxuriously salivating into every tiny crevice within your channel- not just impatiently trying to fit in. Slick and satisfying with his plump tip squeezin’ inside. “Is this, mmmm, adequate enough for you?”

“Yes- yes yes yes.” You’re moaning with your head thrown back, “And now ngh, if you could just put your fingers on my clit now…”

“Is that a lesson?” Genuinely asking - he’s raising a pale brow, wafting his hand closer and closer to where you wanted him the most. Genuinely letting his mouth water at the notion - “Oh, please let that be a lesson- please. I love this cute lil’ clit.”

You’re nodding your head along with just as much desperation, “Yes- fuck yes, it’s a lesson.”

And the words have barely even left your mouth, you’ve barely even thought to close your gaping mouth - before Gojo’s cupping your cunt with highly-trained reflexes and teasin’ your clit. His lengthy fingers roll over that knobbly nub, in circular motions that make you buck atop him-

“Oh- oh look—” He’s marveling out at something, awe-struck. It takes you every shred of will in your body to actually tilt your head downwards and see what he was talking about. And Gojo? Gojo was just fixated on the sultry way that his tongue was shovelling even deeper between your pussylips, the friction letting his tastebuds massage your velvety walls. “Look it actually works- ngh, your lessons are benefiting me- ngh, quite greatly, my love.”

“Happy to help…” Blearily, you’re rutting your hips up in a sloppy staccato to chase that white-hot pleasure thrumming in your veins.

Something that Gojo happily welcomes, if the way he was roverin’ his sweaty head even closer told you anything. “And then?” He pants out, his nose rubbin’ all over the leaky slit of your cunt. “And then what- what next, my love, what next? Anything to do with this sweet pussy drives me wild.”

You take one look into his darkened eyes - blue irises damn near black by now - and shiver. “And lesson number…”

“Four.”

“Four is that you can t-try to use your fingers to help fit inside.” One more look- though, this time it’s at Gojo’s incredibly-sized fingertips. Far larger than any other human man, and the way they just curved dexterously inwards made you want to gulp. “Slowly, however.”

He purrs, “Slowly it is, my love.”

And you might have made Gojo Satoru agree to slowly—but you didn’t speak a word of him being nice, did you?

Within mere sultry seconds, he has the tip of his middle hooked ‘round the rim of your entrance. Using slight strength, Gojo’s stretching you wiiiide open- “Oh.” Gasping straight into the quivering orifice of your hole. “Oh, my love, you’re right.”

He’s then jutting his pointed chin straight between your puffy pussylips, letting his long tongue splosh! inside. “You’re right- it really does go even deeper. Oh, I wonder what it should be like if I put two fingers in-”

“T-two of your fingers?” You’re snapping your head up to gawp.

“Oh, but don’t worry.” Gojo shoots you a dazzling smile - literally, he was drenched in so many candied layers of your slick. Intently, “I’ll be reeeeeal slow.”

“O-oh, fuck.”

He’s swabbin’ away two of his doughy fingertips- right along with his tongue now. Again. And again. And again and again. Pressing into every speck and spot inside of you, Gojo’s digits manage to scissor your channel wide open, whilst the texture of his tastebuds were creating a feral sort of texture that drove you wild.

Spittle dangles down the side of your maw, “Oh- oh my god.” Babbling away almost nonsensically, just the most sinful noises leave you any time that Gojo was thrusting his thick digits in and out. In and out. In and out. “Oh heavens, I’ve never felt something so gooood, Toru.”

“Mmm, and that sounds good.” The tips of his ears blush a cute crimson shyly at the nickname - all the while he had his face nose-deep into your cunt and lapping you like a madman.

Sticking his fat tongue in every time he fingered open your cunt, hooking his muscle up to your gooey roof. Shoving. Shoving. So hard that glittery speckles of your slick escape and strike the tops of his cheekbones. And he just couldn’t get enough- with a growl he’s dragging you back mercilessly in for even more.

Adding in a third finger—

“Sh-shiiiit, Satoru-” You’re all but bawling, “I don’t think m’gonna last too long-”

“And the fifth lesson?” He’s hissing out in response, just as urgent as you. With his honed senses, he could practically smell the pure carnal need in your pheromones, “What should be the fifth lesson, my love? Please, I must hear it with my own two ears- I must-”

“The f-fifth lesson…” Head dizzy. Pupils whirling. “The fifth lesson s’to make me cum, Satoru.”

And he doesn’t think he’s heard sweeter words.

With a particularly haaaaard push of his fingers, all the way down to his bases, Gojo’s sticking his rounded fingertips straight against your throbbing g-spot. Where you’d been waiting for him for so long. Where he barely even has to graze that awaiting spot before you’re bursting into your sudden high.

“C-cumming—” Your shrill voice echoes out in the dungeon - not that you cared at this point. And your body unlatches from the now-warm bed to riiiide all of Gojo’s pretty face through your high, “M’cumming m’cumming m’cumming, Toru.”

“And s’all because of me-”

Proudly, Gojo’s letting himself be used to cover your sweet, sweet sensations of bliss. Any time he could feel your geysering orifice clench ‘round him- he’s only thrusting his fingers in harder.

Only licking over your bundle of nerves even more.

Slurp-slurp-slurp—you’re barely even midway through your wave of euphoria before Gojo finds himself already finished licking up your beaded ounces of slick. And without a second thought, he’s shoving himself back in between your legs with his tongue mazin’ inside. “Should be able to fit myself in- hah- now, huh?” He murmurs to himself, through just the slightest muffled gaps between his maw and his cunt. “Go inside- go inside go inside go inside-”

You’re strangling out a squeal as he ends up bottoming out his lengthy tongue, “So much of you…ngh, Toru, you fill me up like nothing else-” Thrust after thrust after thrust.

“And it’s the only thing I want to do.” Hammering away where you were the most sensitive. “To bring your pretty pussy so much loving.”

Before Gojo finds himself stuffing your cunt to the brim with his fingers and his tongue- and you’re barely through with your first high before already bursting into your second.

This one was unexpected, and it explodes through your body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Your entire body heating up about several more degrees, just like putty ‘round his constantly hitting digits - with such precision whenever he’s striking your g-spot.

It passes through in synchronization with your initial orgasm, a brief flash behind your eyelids- before it’s petering out to nothing but a few overstimulated zings!

“P-please-” You sob out, clawing at his perspired scalp. “I don’t think I can cum again, Satoru- fuck, I don’t possess the stamina for that-”

“You do not?” Genuinely in disbelief.

“You’re just much more- ngh, enduring than me.” Blurting out, and it takes you both of your hands to even nudge Gojo away from where he was wetting your orifice with his tongue. All over again, as though he was still set on the idea of tugging out a third orgasm from you. “But if we do it now, then I’ll let you put something else in my-”

He unglues from your pussy with a loud, lecherous mwah!

“As you wish, my love.”

Oh—and then you’re being manhandled. You thought that Gojo Satoru was being feral with you before?

Not at all, you’re actually realizing that he’d been going easy on you. He’d been holding himself back. So fast that you barely even register what’s happening, Gojo’s rip-rip-riiiiipping your poor nightgown straight down the middle, throwing it somewhere behind him.

Raising himself up on his haunches. And then a hand falls to the robe around his pelvis-

“Oh my…” You’re squeaking out in surprise, eyes widening as the white fabric unravels for Gojo to reveal himself completely. Even when he had that on, you’d assumed that he was quite…sizeable - it was only pertinent, after all, the rest of him was quite exceptional in size as well - height, weight, power. 

But this?

This just made your jaw drop, and your mind immediately goes to curse at the man that had created him. Eyes greedily following the stitches that held together his muscular torso and v-line, you can’t help but let them dip lower…and lower…and lower.

The prominent stitches between his lower and upper halves.

Those ladder-like abs that decorated his core.

The trail of his white happy trail.

The base where they ended in a thick cock.

Long.

With a handful of veins starting out from his pelvis, and snaking all the way down his nine - perhaps even ten - inches. They loop all over his shaft, so hard that you could visibly count every throb. As if all the blood had left his man-made body and ended up in his cock.

Ended up in his blushin’ red tip that glazed with a fresh lacquer of precum. Twitching at the intensity of your stare-

“I-is something the matter, my love?” Gojo interrupts your ogling, “Is something not to your liking- oh, is it because eating you out made me cum just a lil’ bit?”

Your mouth opens, but you don’t know what to say.

And Gojo’s swipin’ his thumb down his mushroomy tip, smearing away a few remnant beads of white. “Because I apologize that I’m so weak for-”

“No!” You’re interrupting his apology instantly - he had absolutely nothing to apologize for. In fact…you rather found it pleasurable that making out with your pussy made him cream right in his pants. Clearing your throat, “No- you don’t have to apologize for anything, Satoru. It’s just…”

“Yes?”

“You’re so big.”

“Oh.” He looks down at himself as if he never realized- and when he looks up, you’re jolted to your very core to realize that Gojo Satoru was smiling. “As long as we have the five rules, right?”

“R-right- oh.”

The confirmation is barely letting off from your lips before Gojo’s hulking figure grabs at your squirmy body and slap-slap-slaps! his creamy tip between your folds. Just nudgin’ away the curvature of his tip between them, he gets a taste of your heated cunt and all but breaks.

Shivers. Shatters.

He unfastens his mouth as if he was about to say something- before immediately gnawing down on his lower lip and rutting. Like an animal.

Like he was in fucking heat—Gojo’s attempting to swirl his strawberry divot inside. “Oh—oh…” He grunts out something primal from the back of his throat, every slight buck between your legs making Gojo let off a pained noise - he needed to be inside you right now. “Oh- so this is what a pretty pussy feels like. This is what your pretty pussy feels like-”

“Aaaand?” You’re cooing out, wrangling onto his sculptured deltoids. “How does it f-”

“Like heaven.”

He’s managing to bully in a single inch inside your tight cunt- completely forgetting whatever sinful ‘lessons’ you’d just taught him moments prior. Just that pussydrunk. 

And just the first measurement of his swollen, fattened cock inside your pussy - just the first sensation of your walls all wrapped around his cock…

And you think you might just have broken The Strongest.

Because Gojo’s then throwing his head back and cumming- dolloping out a thick layer of his sap deeeep inside where you could feel it move about. His honed tip enters your hole perfectly, layering out his slick.

“C-cum—ngh.” Just the cutest noises leave him, and you swear you’re catching his face stain with a single tear or two just at the sensation of putting it inside. “M’cumming.”

“I- hah- know, Toru.” Fuck…you shouldn’t have said that. Because that only makes his twitchy tip flinch just a bit more inside your walls before beading out his hot pearly cum, the slickness of it already overspilling from your entrance.

That cascade of liquid echoes out just the slightest sultry noise - the slightest.

And yet Gojo’s snapping a single look down your glistening cunt and giggling—“S-so that’s what it is.” He’s rasping out- goosebumps skitter all across your body as you register the way his tone sounded…octaves higher. Sounded as if he was almost crazed. 

Without any warning, he’s then lightly easing his shivering hips back and shoving- “So tha’s what it is. So tha’s what it is. Why h-has it never occurred to me prior?” Fucking his gooey wads back in. You weren’t sure whether he was talking to you or himself, before he’s plunging out a few more vulgar strikes with just his dribblin’ rose-colored tip. “That’s what it is, my love.”

“What is- hngh, what-” That final sentence of his was punctuated by the sloppiest stripes of pre, taken inside your channel with slurping noises.

He’s boring straight into your eyes with his dilated pupils. Almost glowing. Almost animalistic. Before you’re able to repeat your question once more- Gojo’s clogging up your throat with his hammerin’ away. Nothing more than three inches inside of you (for now) and still rendering you stupid. “It’s that… One of his hands claws down your front, feeling for himself as he sinks in. “I don’t know if I believe in any h-higher power, but if I did—then it’d be you, my love.”

“Oh my- fuck!” Both that hand on your stomach and his free one then grope onto your hips and slam you down to meet his greedy hips.

“It would be you-” He’s panting out, his own personal chant. Through half-lidded eyes, Gojo watches the way his thickened cock slips n’ slides into your tight orifice. Cum and slick pouring out like madness, “It would be this pretty pussy- oh, the way she’s taking me- I could worship your cunt every single day of my life and die with no regrets.”

Panting out, “D-don’t say that-”

You could feel him enveloping every single hidden sweet spot inside of your walls, Gojo didn’t even have to try to get his flared ridge to open you up juuust right. “I will.” He seethes, something absolutely ruined in his tone- you might just be right in thinking that you’ve broken him. “I will- unless you command it, my goddess.”

“O-oh my—fuck.” With your back arching into Gojo’s sculpted front - all toned abs and rippling obliques - you felt as though you were at his complete mercy. “Do you- do you even remember the lessons, Satoru-”

“Of course, I remember the lessons.”

His tone was one that was offended you should even ask.

And with his nose crinkled handsomely in slight concentration, Gojo’s then rattling off those very lessons - while doing his very best to disregard them. “First- hah, first lesson is to get your pussy wet enough.”

“And?” You’re raising a brow, just to see what he would do.

“And…” Gojo lays his eyes down on the vision of your glistening cunt and almost snickers - you were just so aroused that your pussylips were shimmering with your sweet, sweet sap. He then proceeds to crane his neck down and still spit a great glob of saliva down onto your cunt. “-completed.”

“Oh—” He was checking those lessons off like boxes. You just wondered what would be there for you by the very end.

“Second lesson-” Gojo continues, “-take it sloooooow and easy.”

You nod, “S-slow and easy.”

“Oh, but how m’I expected to when your pussy fuh-feels like ngh- this, my love?” He’s genuinely pondering, with his brows knitted and his tongue darting out in thought. “It just feels so good that- hck! slowing down should be punishable by the law. I would rather be chained and whipped than slow do-”

“Satoru!”

And you can only watch as Gojo’s eyes brighten up, “Oh! I know-”

That’s when he’s easing the sinking of his cock—eeeeeasing, ever-so-slightly. Just for a laaaaanguid stroke, two, three, four-

Before you’re once more being pounded silly by his massive intrusion, “There- there.” Gojo babbles out with a pussydrunken smile, all dopey and blushing. “I took it slow and easy- fuck, it even had me fitting in an inch more, my love, did your pussy notice?”

“Fuck yes, I did.” You’re whining, arching your hips up into his. “And now you’re going- fuck, you’re going so f-fast again-”

“Well, you never proclaimed that I must go slowly the entire time.” Basking in his own personal victory, the loophole he’d discovered, he accelerates his hips even more. The rotund crown of his tip poking into you viciously, “Rather an oversight on your hngh- part, don’t you think, my love?”

“Rather, yes.”

“But it’s alright-” He nuzzles you with his attractive nose, “-I should do well to excel in the third lesson. The ah-”

“F-fingers on my clit.”

But of course, Gojo Satoru didn’t forget. Of course he merely wanted to hear you say it in that pretty, whiny voice of yours whilst you were being fucked by him- “What was that?” Gojo cranes his head down, the tips of his bangs tickling your face. “I’m afraid I cannot hear you clearly over your cunt-”

“Fingers on my, mmm, clit!” You’re yelping out, “I want your fingers on my-”

“Oh, you never need to beg with me, my love.”

Such a tease- when did your sweet Gojo become such a tease? Become so damn mean? Snickering at the look on your face, he reaches down and gently pinches your clit.

Moaning at the lewd way you buck, “Ah- is that not adequate enough? Do you wish for mooooore?”

“Yes, more-” You’re gasping, “More more more more-”

“Oh.” And it makes a part of his over-hard cock jolt right against your walls, burying himself just a few more inches down your walls. “As you wish, my love.”

The flatness of Gojo’s thumb was now glued to your nub, and you’re seeing white at the sheer amount of pressure being put on your lower half. He runs a hand across your drivelling wet cunt, right atop your folds, in-between your slit, snaggin’ apart your cute clit and pressing down-down-down.

“Reminds me of your other lesson.” He coos out, shivering at the lecherous way your expression twists every time his bulbous tip entered you. “Reminds me to- hah, to use my—fingers.”

“Toru, for this I don’t believe you need to—mmmpf, fuck.”

You’re biting back your words- in fact, your words are being fucked right back into you. “The fourth- hah, fourth lesson.” Gojo’s whispering as his thumb darts down in rubbing motions from your clit and to your hole. “The fourth lesson the- ngh, the fourth.” Almost reminding himself, almost holding himself back whenever his fingertip was getting a taste of your sweetened cunt- 

And he’s reeling that hand upwards to lick off the polished wet excess. 

With those tips of his now coated in a gleaming layer of saliva, Gojo manages to curl his thumb inside and pry apart your entrance a lil’ further. Just a lil’ more.

Just enough for him to give you another hard push and finally bottom-out.

His tufts of pearly white curls scritch-scratch against your cunt, and you’re driven absolutely crazy by the carnal feeling of having all of Gojo Satoru deep and throbbing inside of you. He’s managing to fill out every single crevice like never before, a loooooong length that ends with his reddish tip kissin’ at your spongy cervix.

“O-oh my fuck-” Even as you breathe, you can feel him stuffed inside of you. You try to run your palm down your front, and you swear you can almost feel him from the outside.

The giant sploshes out a hefty wad of pre that adds to the mess already leaking out of you - and you might have thought that Gojo would feel awe-struck at the filthy sight below you, you might have thought that Gojo would babble away at it.

But instead he’s just so…quiet.

Gojo Satoru has his head hunched, his ivory bangs covering his eyes, his biceps quivering as if they were on the verge of collapsing—

You take in the sheer amount of his ragged breaths, as if he’d just run across town five hundred times. “Satoru-” You tug on his shoulders- and when that doesn’t rouse him, you’re moving onto shifting apart his bangs to take a good look at his flushed face. “Satoru, are you okay- oh, shit.”

One look into his eyes.

One look into his drunken, predatory eyes-

And that’s all it takes for Gojo Satoru’s entire body to jolt- for Gojo Satoru’s entire body to be electrified as if he’d just been brought to life a thousand times over. Startled into motion. Breaths catching. 

He’s moving mechanically, robotically, to throw both your legs over his broad shoulders and suddenly bend, bend, bend, bend—

“I don’t even know what I’m doing.” He utters out into the saturated air, words nothing but a whisper. Eyes wide. Mouth gaped. A slow dribble of saliva down the side of his mouth gives you the urge to lick it off- but before you can do anything about that temptation, Gojo’s rutting—using that kinetic force to push you even deeper in half. “I don’t even know what I’m doing-”

Till your knees hit your tits, and your chin hits your collarbones.

And you can only cry out as Gojo fucks you at a constant rhythm, feral. “You- you don’t realize that you’ve just folded me into the hck! meanest mating press, Toru?”

“No.”

He’s bullying his hot girth into you- thump-thump-thumping away directly near the back of your womb. And if that wasn’t enough, his split-ended tip found itself grazing your favorite g-spot as well, again. And again. And again and again and again.

“I don’t even know why- ngh.” He’s choking up at the feeling of your walls closing in on him, your sopping pussy holding him completely hostage by this point. One hand of his was rolling his fingers over your clit, and the other glides down your core. “I don’t know why it’s just…”

You’re gulping once his hand comes to a stop right above where his bulbous tip was ending out at your cervix. Thudding away-

“-m’getting this sudden urge to breed you, my love.”

Oh.

And perhaps it was the feeling of his perfectly vein-decorated cock getting to you, perhaps it was the way his probin’ eyes felt almost hypnotic. And yet you can’t help but open your mouth with a whiny- “Yes.” Locking your ankles firmly ‘round his neck, he’s ramming and ramming his hips into yours with a groan. “Breed me then, Satoru. Give me your- hck! child.”

“Oh, my love…” Gojo’s spit-slicked maw drops. “Oh, my heaven- oh, my life—” His forehead plasters against yours, scalding breath fanning your face. “You’d be lucky if I gave you just one.”

“I p-presume I won’t be making it out of this alive-”

Gojo doesn’t confirm nor deny, only drilling into you like such a madman. 

It was in his natural instinct to breed you until his silvery tip felt all red and raw. The only thing he had to do was bottom-out at the spongy layer of your womb to activate that carnal part of him that wanted to see you all round n’ glowing with his child. 

With his strings of precum splashing out at the bottom of your cunt as if a premonition of something much stronger. And Gojo can only plant smack after smack of his rounded, ruby-red tip at the base of your pussy. Those goopy layers suckin’ him in- “Haaaah, m’not even completely certain that it can be done.” He admits, thoroughly pressuring his hips against yours. “And yet- I hope you know that I won’t be letting you go until we make it happen…?”

“Make it happen?” You gulp.

“Mhmmm—I’ll stay here and pound you against this marble as long as I need to. Won’t stop even when your gorgeous shape’s dug into the stone, if by then you’re still not p-pregnant.” Such filthy words, and after each syllable he places a solid sultry flick upon your clit. 

It makes you dribble out your sap like a faucet, “If I can’t sense your pretty cunt taking my seed. If I can feel the space inside of you. If you aren’t all full and choking on my cum-” Free hand coming up to draw a line across your airway, “-right up to here. If you don’t have trouble speaking—then we’re repeating it all over again.”

You shiver at his words, “Oh fuh-fuck, Toru, I don’t think m’gonna last very long.”

“Oh yeah?” He’s tittering, “Tha’s not gonna make me stop, my love- I apologize- it just feels too good. Just gets me too addicted that I—ngh.” His brows furrow, head throwing back- “Don’t even think about trying to get me to pull out before I’ve done all I’ve promised-”

“Sa-toru!” You’re dragging out your words, feeling lightheaded with the constant thumping of pleasure taking over your fuzzy brain.

“Oh but- but don’t think that doesn’t mean m’that gone on this cunt…well, I do confess that I am.” He’s gently tugging on your clit, and breaking out into an accomplished smile. “But worry not, I still r-remember your lessons—”

You’re cracking your eyes open, almost delirious. “You…do?”

“Mhm—” He leans down, and plants a gentle peck on your lips. “Fifth lesson.”

And it’s exactly then that Gojo Satoru fucks you straight into your high- stark against your tizzy pleasure, scorching hot. The electricity of your orgasm rips right through your body, frying your veins with the sheer bliss-

“Fifth lesson, always make you cum.” He’s repeating as if a mantra, and you’re clutching his scarred back for dear life as Gojo’s lengthy shaft digs against your every tiny orifice inside. Somehow, he’s mapped out your g-spot perfectly - swabbin’ that exact spot in the same sloppy tandem as his fingers on your clit. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump! “Always make you cum- hah, always- always-”

“W-want you to cum, too, Satoru.” You blink up tearily at him, wriggling your hips. You moan at the feeling of his flared ridge stirrin’ your tender insides, “Inside- please?”

He breathes out, “Has…has anyone ever cum in-”

“No.” You’re tugging him into a kiss, and it somehow seems to heat your body up even further. “Just you.”

And it’s all that needs to be said for Gojo to finally finish out.

Pouring out long clingy streaks of his cum, that ivory sap sticks against your walls and sensually slides down to your womb- hot and sticky. Balls clenching. Heavy. So much of it- the sheer volume is a sensation that only adds onto the shakes of your own orgasm. 

Your toes curl, and you swear you could almost taste the sticky sweetness of the puddle he was swirlin’ out at your very base. With all his throbbing inches shoved in tight—and your teeth set on edge after each ba-thump! of hot sap.

He’s riding both yours and his on your pretty lil’ cunt, “Just me-” Parched lips whispering. With brazen eyes, Gojo looks down at your core and pat-pat-pats above where he was spurting out his sap. “Just me, just me- just me—”

As Gojo’s voice breaks out, you’re peering up at him. “Satoru-”

“And is it…” He’s finishing off his train of thought from earlier, still muddled by the feeling of your sopping wet cunt- the crackles of his high. They make every hair on his body stand on end, spine arching into your body. “-is it just me that belongs to you, my love?”

You whine when his slightly-changing position makes his globular tip swab even further inwards to mess up your insides. “Oh, Toru, you don’t belong to me.” You tell him, and the corners of his lips almost downturn in sadness. “You’re mine, if you hah- want to be-”

“I do.” Gojo answers, immediately.“Oh, how I do, my life.”

Beaming.

You just didn’t know that, outside, Geto had been there to hear it all.

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In the end, it was only with the promise of bringing him more romance novels, and perhaps a few sweet treats from the kitchen, that you’d managed to detangle yourself from Gojo Satoru’s long limbs. You crept upstairs with the morning light.

Clutching onto the staircase banister with all your might, absolutely ruined.

And you were well and fully intentioned to return with the spoils of your brief respite - to be quite honest with yourself, it ached somewhere deep inside when you weren’t near him. And you’d just been running your mind through a few potential titles that he might like when you heard his voice.

Not Gojo’s, no. 

Geto’s.

“You should not go near it.”

You whirl around to find him standing at the foot of the stairway, hidden in the shadows, so that you had not even noticed him with your mind full of Gojo.

Geto takes a step closer towards you, and you could feel his eyes sweep down the tattered nightgown that you help to your body, to your glistening eyes, your kissed lips. His lip curls in distaste, “You should not go near it.”

“It?” You ask, not masking your dislike.

“It, yes.” He spits, “It is dangerous-”

“He is a human being-”

“He is a monster.” And Geto Suguru has never raised his voice with you - not with you. But he can’t help but let that scratchy pitch out now, getting closer towards you with that utterly manic look in his eyes. “The Strongest- yes. I have not completely failed, but something must have gone wrong somewhere. A suture? A valve? Because he is a monster-”

“You do not know him!” Waving your lantern in his direction, he darts backwards with his eyes narrowed. 

“Good God, my dear…” He starts out, slow. “If I could force myself to believe it, it would be in my inclination to see attraction in you for that thing-”

“And if so, then what?” You’re raising your head high in challenge, meeting his steely gaze dead-on. “Understanding. Pain. Intelligence. In him, I see all of those things-” The flames lick away from him, “-and I am not quite sure I see them in you, anymore.”

Geto turns his head away from you, jaw clenched. “What about what you have denied me?” And you’re not quite sure what he means in that moment, not until he spits out the very two words that haunted you for nights. “Your heart.”

“My heart.” You can’t help but laugh to yourself, fists tightening on your lamp. “Of all human anatomy, that is the organ furthest from your understanding.”

And that is where your conversation had ended.

For the night, that is.

Turning your back to Geto, you’d made your way up that grandiose staircase- towards the library, as you were intended to. You took your time perusing the titles, both in wonderment as to what Gojo might like as a pastime to forget the conversation with Geto before you met your lover. And by the time that you’d picked up a tattered old copy of Beauty and the Beast…the tower was on fire.

What happened next you remember in snapshots and screams.

Running into Geto and your fiancé in the corridor, being bodily dragged out of the burning mansion by them both, fighting your way in an attempt to get into the dungeons- and yet, you were no match for both.

You’d flung and clawed at them both.

And yet…they still let the dungeons burn.

You knew that Geto had something to do with the fire, he seemed none too miserable about losing his greatest creation. None too sorry about hearing it scream—your name, from the depths of his wounded chest, it echoed above the flames,

That, however—that made you run to the house despite the flames- it’s only with your fiancé’s help that you narrowly missed a plume of flame and heat that had been headed straight at you. And when you opened your eyes, stuck together with tears, you’d found…

Geto attempting to go inside, as well.

Frantic. 

Fervent.

Flapping his coat and attempting to wade through, a single tear racing down his cheek.

What has he done?

“It’s too late now, Suguru.” You’re throwing off the other man’s arms, your cries aimed at Geto who looked on hopelessly at the maze of fire that he simply could not penetrate. “It’s too late now!”

Inevitably, you’d broken off your engagement and wished to flee the country, perhaps flee your life entirely - only, you didn’t realize that a certain scientist had much the same idea. Geto had joined you on an expedition to the North Pole a few months later, one that you’d signed up for in the hopes that the cold would perhaps numb your mind.

But when your Navy Vessel had been attacked by a hooded, inhuman figure- it was the two of you that had been left out for dead, the harbingers of such disaster. And you could only realize that Gojo was far far from numb in your mind. He was closing in on it. Just as he was closing in on you.

He was alive.

He was alive.

And you won’t let Geto prevent you from seeing him now.

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“So that is why the mons…Gojo calls for ‘her’.” Nanami breathes into the ringing silence after your side of the story. He looks over at Geto, who hangs his head low, and then straight into your eyes. “He was asking for you- he was calling for you-”

“Oh-” Your hands fly up to your chest, “Surely you didn’t hurt him too badly?”

“We did not, my lady.” Nanami lies - and even if it had been false, it was only true that this creation had rapid healing. The Strongest, huh? Imagine such a thing. He takes his hat off and slightly bows before you, “We apologize that we were not there to speak with him before attacking, human to human.”

You’re managing out a slight smile, before you turn your gaze towards the haggard Geto Suguru. Who mutters to himself, “Her…so- so he really doesn’t want…”

“It’s not you he wants, Suguru. He doesn’t want revenge, he doesn’t want blood, he just wants-”

“Love.” He says the word like it pains him, looking up at you with those soft amethyst eyes for the first time in what feels like…forever. “He wants love.”

And you wanted your love, too.

The crew outside had been doing a valiant job at attempting to ignore the cracking of the frozen sea beneath them, the almost turgid shape of something attempting to claw at them from beneath the icy surface. Banging at the frost. Creating currents that sway and tip the Horisont from side to side. But once the group filters out of Nanami’s bedroom, multiple officers run up to their Captain with their worries.

“Captain, that- that thing seems to be coming back up again-”

“Our onlookers have spotted it swimming back near the ship-”

“It’s almost here!”

“Calm yourselves, calm yourselves.” The blond-haired man raises his palms to signal for silence, announcing to the entire crew. They look at you curiously, so out-of-place amongst their frantic faces, in fact- you seemed ready to leap off the side of the ship for a better look. “I am aware of the problem, and I am aware that he will be returning soon.”

“He?” Repeats Ino.

“He.” Nanami affirms, a twinkle in his eye. “And we have been quite the inhospitable hosts towards each of our guests here, and as your Captain I apologize for not correcting our behavior sooner.” And above the gasps, he continues. “Gojo Satoru is not dead. Gojo Satoru will return. And when he does-” He gestures behind at you, “-we will be letting this lovely lady off the side of the ship.”

“A sacrifice, Captain?!”

“That’s murder!”

“How could we ever possibly-”

“He’s coming.” His stern voice cuts through all, and it didn’t matter what they all had to say at this very moment. It only mattered what you had to do. “He’s coming- man the ladder.”

The crew works quickly and efficiently, and as they let that water-logged wooden ladder hit the ice below- Geto claps at your elbow with one of his shaking hands. “Are you perfectly sure-”

“Suguru.” You’re interrupting him, and it makes the taller man flinch. You smile, “I’ve never had a more foolhardy idea in my entire life.”

Somehow, somewhere, he manages to crack a smile, too.

The thunder of fists against frozen water grows louder, synchronizing with the stomp of your heartbeat as you make your way down that ladder. Biting your lips against the cold, your eyes trained on the dark mass of cloth that waded beneath the snow like a blood-thirsty shark. Ready to break free. 

The moment your shoes hit the crunching snow—

CRASH!

Gasping, the ship leans over on its side as they look over the edge.

The Strongest.

All eight, loving feet of him towering before you.

Shoulders stooped. Cloak drenched. Hood obscuring. His breaths come out in uncontrolled gusts after so long beneath the water, and the breeze tickles your face as he just can’t help but bow himself closer to you.

“Let me see you.” You’re humming, reaching over with absolutely no hesitation to pull the flap of his hood off. Ice-blue eyes meet yours. Rosy pink lips wobble with emotion. And suddenly you’re looking into the very face that has haunted your daydreams for so long now, your love. Your Gojo Satoru. “Satoru.” Taking one of his overlarge hands in yours, you’re placing them to your core - beyond those extra layers of coats, the swell of your belly. The life growing within. “We’re sorry we took so long.”

His scarred body embraces you then and there, “My loves.”

A/N. Think this might be the longest fic I’ve ever written? Mayhaps??

Next to you, Utahime holds onto Shoko’s hand. You could hear a few of the men mutter. Most of the cameramen themselves fighting back gasps. Hell, even Naoya seems to raise an icy brow. 

And with his beefy arms crossed so tight that his button-up strains, dark brows furrowed - Toji seemed just as bewildered as you were. He lounges by the corner of the semicircle seat that surrounded the infamous Love Island bonfire. Jutting his chin in defiance, “No way.”

You never thought you’d see the day where you agree with him of all people, “This has to be a joke. I mean- him?”

“Charming as ever, doll.”

“See what I mean?”

“Oh, I’m looking.”

The numerous producers behind-the-scenes were near-salivating as they lean in closer, and you could practically count the dollar signs in their eyes. Each shot of your little argument was liquid gold, and it seemed the host knew just as much. “Islanders, as you know, the public has been watching- and voting! And this week we had them vote for two Islanders they would like to see go on a date.”

Oh, fuck.

It wasn’t just some brief coupling until you could snag someone else - this was a date. A date. 

You’re biting back a groan as she pauses for what stretches on like eons.

Letting the gossip and tension simmer like the crashing waves nearby; you swear the temperature heightens by at least ten humid degrees once the host finishes off - with your name-

“-and Toji–!”

It bursts - the whispers, the sounds of camera lenses peering ever-closer, the constant repetition of ‘but they can’t stand each other?’ And you couldn’t quite fault any of your fellow participants for pointing out something you knew yourself. 

Something that the host blissfully ignores as she rattles off from her cards, “You will be leaving the villa immediately to see if those sparks of difference can turn into sparks of something more.” Faintly, you register Shoko and Utahime pulling you into a hug, “We’ll be seeing if it really is true that you should keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer. Get ready. And good luck!”

Promptly, the two sides of the couch separate as per their groups.

And you couldn’t even give a single fuck about the way that Naoya was hovering awkwardly with his new beau. Forgotten already.

The only thing registering in your mind behind Utahime’s cooing–“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Soft tone still being picked up by the microphones, “Do you need some water? A breather?”

“I’m alright-” You’re waving off, “I don’t even care about that damn Naoya anymore, it’s just…” Throwing a look at Toji - who has the audacity to look over the manly hands thumping his shoulders. Twiddling his fingers in a mocking wave at you, “Him?”

“He’s better than that pig, to be fair.” Shoko unsubtly nods at Naoya, loud enough that he turns to her with a bristle. “At least he hasn’t been ogling every girl at the villa like Mr. Two-Tone.”

You’re wincing at the reminder of your first pick - Zenin Naoya. 

The man who’d paired up with you on the first week itself with his sweet, snaking words, and promised you the world. And even though you should’ve known better than to expect as much on a dating show, it was still a complete slap in the face tonight to have him be so ready to kick you off the Island tonight. “He hasn’t been ogling any girl.”

Utahime hums, “Imagine if you’re the first on the Island to turn his head.” Sputtering at your sharp stare- “I-I mean-”

And then there was him - Toji.

You’d hated each other on sight. 

Maybe it was that cunning glint in those jade eyes of his, the way he was too suave, too in control. Or maybe it was the way he’d spilled juice all down your best dress during your first meeting, and all but ran from you afterwards. No apologies. Nothing more but snark to match yours. 

But it was a shock that Toji had made it this far in the competition anyways - being brought in to stir drama halfway through the season, he’d been cruising by purely as a fan-favorite. 

And, sure, he was begrudgingly handsome; tall, chiselled, but he hadn’t set a single hand or pair of eyes upon any of the other women here. Not even any of the bombshells - as someone else oh-so-clearly had. 

There had to be something wrong with him.

“Why, how nice to know that’s what my hot date thinks of me~”

Fuck- you’d mused that out loud. 

And right as Toji had sidled up behind you, predatorily quiet. You fight to keep your tone even as you look over your shoulder to meet his burning gaze, “Honesty is the best policy, no?”

He plants a firm palm on the seat cushion, craning his head down low enough until his breath mingles with yours. “Any more honest observations before we kill each other on the date tonight?”

“You’ll find out as I dance on your grave.” You roll your eyes. 

“Aww, think about the show ratings–”

Nodding seriously, “Which will certainly improve after I kill you off.”

“Feisty.” Toji’s sharp canines glint in the light of the flickering bonfire as he grins. It’s pindrop silence as he nudges his head even closer, even more intimately. “Then be honest with me, doll, and tell me your favorite color.”

“Huh?”

“Color. Favorite.” He makes a face of faux concern, “Or s’that too tough for your pretty lil’-”

“Can’t blame me for being surprised you can understand the color spectrum.” You’re biting out - the date hadn’t started but it was already in ruins, you could already imagine how the rest of the evening would go. Ultimately spitting out your favorite shade-

“Hm, interesting.” Toji inclines his head down at you for a thick second, two- before turning his sculpted back in the direction of the assigned dorms. “Dress up f’me tonight, will you—”

You spit out a few more choice words, even as Utahime strokes your hair. “There there, it’s just for tonight.” You’re shivering as her lips brush your earlobe, whispering conspiratorially, “And if you ask me, I think the producers are actually onto something.”

“You’re joking.”

She insists, “Enemies-to-lovers.”

“Enemies-to-you’re-delusional, Uta.” Shoko deadpans- before cracking a meager smile once she’s catching her gaze. Hands intertwined with each other, whilst yours gripped emptily. “But I love you, anyway.”

You groan at the paired couple, already dreading whatever the studio had conjured up for you on the date. “They should’ve sent you two instead.” 

Utahime cackles, “You’re not getting out of your enemies-to-lovers that easily, girl.”

“At the very least, you’re on camera.” Shoko looks accomplished at your dual inquiring gazes, “So you won’t be able to actually kill each other.”

.

.

.

You were actually going to kill each other.

It was only a few minutes into this ‘romantic’ dinner date and one of you had already thrown a fork at your date. The other had thrown an impressive helping of mashed potatoes. 

You’re grimacing as the cameraman nearby smears off a creamy smudge of potatoes from his expensive lens, turning back to your date. He’d dressed…surprisingly well - in a button-up of your favorite color, raven bangs styled stylishly messy, smirking at you from the end of a candlelit table. “A true gentleman.” 

“And yer a true warrior.” Toji cackles, bending over to pick up your fork from the carpet of the restaurant. 

The producers had managed to rent out one of those painfully high-end ones in town. With deconstructed soups and a menu with dishes more expensive than your rent; all deep red decorations for couples, and soft waltzes playing out loud. 

And you didn’t know if you felt more out-of-place at this establishment or simply sitting opposite Toji.

“Oi. Oiii–” He’s teasingly snapping you out of your spinning thoughts, arms crossing as he leans over the table. “Finally fallen for my charms–?”

“Charms?” You furrow your brows, pushing the tiny portion of dinner ‘round with a spoon. It’d been long since the crew had given up trying to prompt you two into usual first date questions. Pretending to look around, “Where?”

Smile venomous, Toji’s closing the gap between you on the table- “Ah, forgot you can’t see them with your head stuck up your ass, doll.”

And you’re not far behind, but neither are the cameras. “Been staring at my ass a lot, have you?” All clustering around the chaos of the table, the sniping words breaking through the gentle atmosphere. 

“Why, I have.”

You gape, “Must be why I’ve been feeling sickly lately.”

“No, it’s just sickening to be such a grouch.”

“I’d rather be a grouch than a sleaze.”

And he’s leaning his head on one palm, long lashes narrowed- he has the audacity to flutter them at you. “Why, I thought that was your type?”

You have to fervently battle the hand itching to grip your porcelain plate, that goop of your appetizers still-untouched. Cocking your head, “And what if it is? What’re you gonna do about it?” 

You’re watching as something within Toji’s half-lidded eyes seems to flicker- something seems to twinkle. And, knowing Toji as much as you have these past few weeks, it doesn’t feel like anything that bodes well for you.

With a low, pointed sigh he’s slouching over the table - closer to you, close enough that the silky fabric of his dress pants bump against your knees and makes your skin sizzle with heat. And you have no doubt that the cameras manage to catch each second of this motion. “Well, unlucky for you, I’m no sleaze, darlin’.”

Tone deep. Almost husky. 

It’s enough to make your skin prickle with goosebumps, and something in your breath catches as you cross your arms. “Prove it.”

And it was a simple retort. It was something to leave your word last, and your mind thinking you won the ceaseless argument. 

Not something to make the cameramen gasp as Toji stands to his full, towering height. As he casually drifts a hand through his messy bangs, pushes his long sleeves upwards to bear veiny forearms, and reaches one out to you-

You stare at his open palm as if it was a snake waiting to strike, “Wh-what?”

“You said to prove it. Come on then, let’s get outta here.” He’s smugly rolling his eyes, “Unless you’re just as uptight as that Nao-”

You’re intertwining your fingers with his faster than you could blink.

And it registers that just as Toji was large - so were his hands. Thick, enveloping, he’s barely even trying to guide you breezily to your feet. A roughened thumb slowly dragging down the sides of your index, “So- since the madam wasn’t enjoying her time here, where might you suggest we g- oh.”

But you’re quicker.

And you’re dragging him through the line of fancy tables, well away from the cameras that hasten to keep up. “Away from that.”

“…yes, ma’am.”

Oh, you quite liked that coming out of his mouth - though, you’d never admit.

It takes two minutes for you to duck out of the overly-polished enterprise of the restaurant, and only one more to speed walk towards the first stall of street food you could find. 

Stuffing your faces into something fried and much more filling, you can’t even bring yourself to feel even a shred of self-consciousness as you notice that the cameras have caught up by now.

But what you didn’t notice was the look that Toji was shooting your way- half-pausing his own devouring, half-locked on the cute lil’ hums that you were letting off. Simply pondering. 

“Ah, I remember my husband looked at me on our first date.” A slightly-weathered, gigging voice speaks up- and both of you snap your heads towards the crouched old lady manning her stall. Nodding at the two of you, “Keep looking at her like that, young man. Even when you’re all old and wrinkly like me.”

You nearly choke on your food, “O-oh, actually, we’re-”

“Of course, I will, grandma.” Toji, ever-the-charmer (to everyone but you, it seems), throws his strong arms around your shoulder. Tugging you to his hardened front, “She’d been begging for ages to take me out.”

And you can only watch in pure horror as she’s lightly pinching the dimples by Toji’s grin, “Odd amount of cameras there are. Is this for- what the kid’s call ah- YouTube?”

Toji starts, “It’s for…”

“Our wedding footage, of course.” He shoots a look your way - oh? - which you only meet with one of your own. Two can play that game. Clutching onto the thin fabric of his button-up, you hold up your left hand with a mournful look. “He didn’t even get me a ring, though.”

Stammering for a lie, you swear you spot the tips of his ears burn rouge. “I-I said it’s in cleaning-”

“Oh- he got me a secondhand one, you see-” You smile, dig your own grave Toji Fushiguro. 

“It was vintage-”

“And now he’s lying-”

“Fucking hell-”

The stall owner bursts into peels of glee, clapping her wrinkly hands. “Ah, you young ‘uns really do remind me of my husband and I.” Before sternly wagging her finger, “I expect you to come back here soon with a few little ones running around one day–!”

You’re grinning, sickly sweet at Toji. “Of course, unless I snip it off.”

Him, right along with a few cameramen, can only shiver.

Though, perhaps that was because of something else entirely. 

Because as soon as you’re finishing up with the lovely stall owner, tipping her generously, the coastal wind picks something frosty in it.

Forcing nearby windows to slam, the flickering streetlights to dim. And for your newly-made friend to look up at the darkening sky and furrow her feathery brows, “Well, looks like I best be heading back- we’re in for a storm.” She rapidly starts furling in her stall, “You two better get going too- my home’s nearby but for the entire group…” She looks over your expansive team of cameras, “There’s an inn just down the street if you’d like?”

One of the producers, who’d been silently observing until now, jumps at the chance. Hastily jotting down the location as he makes a few calls to the studio-

You didn’t even want to know what that was about.

Good television, you presume.

“It’s just a little ways away.” Toji’s holding a palm over his line of sight, in the direction of where the old lady had said. A light drizzle was just starting to kiss down on your figures, “We should make it if we run.”

You’re looking down at the slick cobblestone, then at your heels, having been forced into one of your best pairs by Utahime. “Right…run.”

Toji looks at you for a second. Then at your heels. Back at the distance of the inn. A multitude of emotions before he closes his eyes and groans. 

“Get on.”

“Wha-”

You’re speechless, only staring onwards as the big, bad Toji Fushiguro crouches in front of you with his shoulders bared. Beefy arms braced behind him, gruff voice calling out- “Get on then, or m’leaving you here to be drenched.”

He was…offering to piggyback you?

Him? 

You huff, mouth opening to reject- when a particularly heavy splash of a raindrop makes you shudder. Fuck, the universe really wasn’t on your side today.

Bracing two hands on top of his deltoids, you could already feel the firmness of his muscles underneath. Legs bracing on either side of his kneeled figure, “Y-you just want me on you.” It’s the only thing you can get out before he’s standing up- and fuck, was it high from where your feet dangled, held up by his steady forearms.

Held up easily.

Toji turns his sharp side profile to you and grins, “Oh yeah? How’d you know, doll?” And you jolt once one of his rovering hands push down where the fabric of your dress was riding up your thighs. “Easy, easy. You’re not so bad when ya aren’t hurling insults my way - almost.” 

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” It’s hard not to be distracted by the minty scent of his cologne, soft curls of Stygian hair tickling your nose. “You’re not so bad when you’re not a sleaze. This is almost…sweet.”

“Did it hurt ya to say that compliment?”

“Worse than passing a kidney stone.”

“Oh- oh, get a shot of this.” One of the numerous executives calls out once Toji’s bracing you carefully in his arms. “They’re going to eat this up–!”

A brilliant grin breaks across your date’s face, and you already know what he’s thinking. “Would be a lot sweeter if we didn’t have all these damn cameras, huh?” Soft breath striking your features, “Ready- set-”

“-go!”

The last things you’re hearing are the shutters of cameras, and the laughter of the stall owner in your ears. Mingled right with Toji’s rough chuckle- “See-” He’s panting out, legs moving faster, bumping you purposefully on his back so that you’re squealing. “Am your type now, doll?”

You wrap your arms tighter ‘round his flexing shoulders, and tell yourself that the way you burrow into the crook of his neck was because of the pouring rain. “Not at all–!”

And somewhere down your sprint, Toji’s heart stutters.

.

.

.

“Fuh-fuck–” Toji’s murky breath escapes in a pant, and you’re shoving him by his expensive shirt through the double doors of your suite. “You’re fucking feisty.”

“And you’re drenched.” You wrinkle your nose at the way the darkened fabric of his button-up glues to each ridge of his abs, his pecs. It was almost too much, you were almost too close. And you already knew that you’d be watching these episodes in particular once you’re out of this Island.

“Are you sure that you’re not the one-”

“You wish.”

As stars of the show you’d, expectably, been given the best room in the entire inn. Anything for that sweet, sweet juicy content that would have audiences frothing at the mouth - just as the cameramen were right now. 

Right behind you two.

Fighting over each other to get the best shot of Toji leaning over the mahogany woodwork of the entrance, disheveled. The first few buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned. Slightly dazed. Slightly in disbelief.

“Tha’s about as far as you damn perverts can go.” He’s narrowing his eyes directly at the greedy lenses, palm steady on the doorknob. But those reality show cameras manage to catch the slight hint of a grin on his face. “Goodnight then.”

Taking one, long look at you.

“Because I certainly will be having a good night.”

It happens so fast that you don’t even have the chance to register it - Toji’s rough hand gripping onto one of your wrists. Before he jerks a bicep of his and tugs you inside, letting the door shut behind you two with a resounding slam!

Alone.

Finally alone.

No producers milking your arguments, and no cameras rolling for every single interaction. You’re stuck with only the two of you, and your labored breathing. 

Though, you’re never given the time for it to sink in - not before Toji has your back against the room’s wall, his arms caging your face, meaty thighs pinning down yours. Grin gleaming in the dim lighting, “Easy there, doll.”

“Mmm–” Leaning in, the plush curves of his mouth just lightly graze your own. His sinful scar scraping the outer edges of your lips ever-so-barely-

“Oh- oh, fuck.”

Toji’s feeling your mouth crash into his- and in a singular, split-second he’s addicted. Biting down on the soft insides of his cheek and still managing to let out a throaty groan of displeasure when you instantly break it off.

“No-” He’s gasping, one hand holding onto your throat. Chasing your mouth with a few sloppy kisses that leave your maw stinging, “Come back. Come back come back-”

But you have something else in mind. 

And - peering right up into Toji’s widened eyes - you’re falling to the velvety carpet with a dull thud!

Knees stinging with the friction, your eager fingers fumble with the zipper to his pants, “Don’t get- hah-” Steaming hot breath enough to make your date’s half-hard dick twitch, “-cocky about it-” 

“Pun intended?”

“What- no.” You’re murmuring, hazy pupils locked on the fat bulging outline you could make out between Toji’s legs. Each pulsing throb made the dark patch of precum on his dress pants grow, and you’re biting back a few wads of saliva from adding to it. 

He tuts, lips curling at the ends. “Cat got yer tongue?”

“Tch, no. You’re p-probably not even that…”

“Wanna bet?”

Grouchily, with a thumb pushin’ down the hem of his trousers, Toji tugs down his unbuckled pants. And he’s rendering you speechless. Stunned.

Layers of fabric unveiled just enough for the long, gleaming edge of his shaft to spring up and smack against his stomach. Smearing a wet line of pre that splurges from the end of his cock and all the way down to his balls. 

And he wasn’t just big - he was big.

With a plump, tannish mushroom tip that was trickling out sappy pre, making such a mess between your legs as you imagined what he’d feel like inside of you. The circumference was enough to make you quiver-

“O-oh.”

“What was that?” Toji’s cooing, knowing damn well just how big he really was. “What were ya saying? Something about me being…small, doll?”

And as if to prove his point, he’s holding the thick girth of his cock side-by-side to your face. Memorizing the pretty lil’ way your mouth drops at how much bigger the prolonged length of his shaft was, how he was just so thick.

Before you know it, you’re reaching up to measure him in your own hands. 

With a gulp, you find your palms cradling his bulky hilt n’ struggling to even close. “Fuck.” Squeezing your thighs together, you’re giving his cock an experimental tug. “Fuck, so this is why you’re such an asshole.”

Toji cracks one of his glassy eyelids open, “Wha’s- oh, just like that, doll- what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Because you’re so…big.” It almost tore at your pride to admit he was right. But how could you not when you now had both hands wrapped ‘round Toji’s swollen girth?

When he was polishing off your wrist with a gleaming sheen of his pre, the bulbous crown of his shaft twitching in the air. You’re whispering, purposefully so the gusts of your breath make Toji sensitively bite back whimpers. “Lets you get away with it- ngh-” Your lips pucker forward in a kittenish kiss, tongue gliding along the tender line of his slit. “Let’s you…fuck.” 

But whatever statement you wanted to make doesn’t leave the jumbled mess of your mind.

Because soon enough you’re sheathing Toji’s furious cocktip between your lips and sucking. Like a hot strawberry lollipop, his syrupy precum was coatin’ your mouth and just so thick.

Toji’s hands plastered onto your scalp, he’s holding your gorgeous face upright and thrusting. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck.” Head throwing back until it hits the aged wallpaper of the room, “Heh- guess I found a new use for this mouth, darlin’- fuck!”

Moaning, your textured taste buds glissade down his throbbing veins and make Toji shiver. And for all that he was babbling away, he was just gone.

“Easy, easy there, girl. Was just hah- just joking.” Padded fingertips jittery on your head, scarred lips trembling as you’re bobbing your head methodically up n’ down, up n’ down, up n’ down. Each piston leaves him stretching out the softened insides of your mouth like he’s branding his rotund tip, “Yer gonna fucking milk me dry, y’know?”

You’re raising a brow as if to say that that was exactly what he wanted. 

Nails clawing down the surface of his pale thighs, “Mmmf- want-” Tongue slipping further down his plumpened shaft, your jaw grinds against the skin near his pelvis. “Want more- want to make you haaah- cum.”

“That fuckin’ eager?” Toji pants, tilting his head from above. Just so hot n’ big it’s like he was melting with every greedy swipe. “Y’know I’m gonna make you cum at least five times more than me, right?”

Rolling your eyes, you’re only tightening your grip on his muscular legs. Letting the bounces of his pistoning hips strike your mouth, thick cock swabbing the insides of your cheek. 

Toji curses as he feels you relax your throat n’ stuff his girth even deeper, length bulging from the sides of your throat with a squelch–! “What? Don’t think I can do it?” Without any warning, without any hesitation, he’s gripping onto the sides of your neck with a free hand and squeezing to feel the veiny cylindrical outline spearing open your maw. Feeling himself through your throat. “Don’t think I can make you cum?”

Slobber streams down the side of your lips and you whine at the zig-zagging pattern his veins were making at the back of your throat. 

“Wait-” His brow quirks up, eyeing your watery peripheries. “Has he ever made you cum, doll?”

You already knew what ‘he’ Toji was referring to. 

Naoya was all for the cameras, and no steamy date night spent between you two had actually ended up as something you might have wanted to brag to your friends. And so you could only dart your eyes away- for but a mere nanosecond before Toji firmly pulls you by your jaw up to stare at him.

To meet his eyes, probin’ for an answer until you could only shake your head.

He barks out in shocked laughter, “No? No?” Confirming, as you’re gesturing an affirmation once more before he’s planting a fat rut into the cushy back of your mouth. “Fuuuuck, never made you cum…”

With the loudest, filthiest noise Toji forces his ravaged, red cock out of your mouth no matter how much you huffed n’ puffed otherwise. 

“Never made you- you-” Constantly repeating, he’s watching as a dollop of precum glitters down the side of your chin and groans. Almost turning his head away, almost wanting to look away because it was just too fucking much. But he couldn’t - he was hypnotized as you’re drinking in the sap of pre he’d left inside your mouth. Breathless, sweating. “Seriously never fucking made a gal like you cum?”

Pouting, you’re shaking your head. “No- I already told you, Toji. Why-”

He leans his head back to look at you through dark lashes, “If it were up to me you’d be cumming until you couldn’t anymore, doll.”

Eyes shuttering, you shiver at the feeling of two calloused palms sliding down your shoulders, sensually. Toji lifts you up like you weigh nothing- and before you know it, he’s carrying you in a few strides across the bedroom to sprawl you out across the satin bedsheets.

Hovering over you, “So-” He breathes out, raspy. 

The corners of Toji’s scarred mouth twitch up into something primal once he’s taking in the sight of you with your back pressed against the bedsprings. Mouth-gaped, blinking. “-lemme show you how a real man fucks.”

“Oh- oh fuck.”

Your dress is torn off with a ruthless rip-rip-riiiip– and so are your flimsy undergarments. Toji’s hooded eyes widen as he’s taking in the translucent sight of your panties, soaked through until he’s making out the shape of your pussy.

Thumbing down the edge of your drivelling slit, “Open wider.” He taps your trembly thighs as you gasp n’ buck off of the creaky mattress. “Wider.”

Hands clasping the backs of your knees to smear yourself open like such a slut, “L-like this?‘

The bed sings in protest once Toji’s shifting himself further down, scrutinizing the precarious position you’re in. “Mm– wiiiider.” Tittering at the way you’re straining to, “C’mon now, no need to be shy.”

You’re mewling, body reacting to the utter shockwaves of Toji’s palm coming down to spank the outer edge of your pussy through your panties. “See?” Fuck- he’s just salivating at just how much wetter you’re growing, dripping straight through the cotton fabric. “She certainly ain’t shy.”

Wincing through a few tears, “Just- sh-shut up and ngh- make me cum then.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And in a split-second, Toji’s barely pulling aside your underwear with a sticky sluuuurp–! Pursing his plump lips to spit vertically between your puffy pussylips, your match can’t help but admire the cute, glistenin’ hole hidden between your folds. 

You’re hearing the last thing he murmurs—“Bon appétit.”

And then he’s pushing and pushing his face right between your legs until Toji damn near suffocates himself. Just a singular swipe of his lengthy tongue, gluing all the way till the rim of your entrance and he groans-

“Fuck.” Sounding out-of-breath, and it wasn’t even from a lack of respiration. He’s simply gaping open his ravenous maw and plastering himself to every inch of your cunt he could reach. “Fuck- fuuuuck.”

Slightly concerned, you’re tugging on the edges of his black bangs. “T-Toji?” Harder, when it doesn’t make him even budge. “Are you-”

“Don’t-” Toji cuts you off, and his thick eyebrows knit like he couldn’t spare the time to even respond. Only clinging onto the sides of your hips so that he can pull you halfway down the bed and stick his slimy mouth even deeper. “What the fuck- you’re so fucking-” Another wad of spit hits you like a bullet, “-sweet.”

And he was addicted.

Simply addicted, it’s almost animalistic the way that Toji’s ridged taste buds were poking n’ prodding between your bloated pussylips.

Honed in on squeezing between your sloppy hole, he’s feeling you clench your cute insides ‘round him and twitches. “Easy- easy now.” Softly, he strokes the side of your waist, “Let your dear Toji get in there-”

“Just shut up and eat me out-” Quivering, you’re pushing down on his head with all your might - and that seems to be the exact force that Toji wants.

To have your knees closing in on his clammy head, hips rutting off of the bedcoils with every wad of spittle that leaks from his lips. “Mmm- feisty.” And just as the curly edge of his tongue slithers between your cunt, Toji’s right thumb drifts upwards to sliiide over your clit. To make you shriiiill out. “C’mon tell me that again. Again.”

“Ngh, f-fuuuck-” You’re throwing your head back, pupils whirling in stupid circles again and again with every swipe of his tongue. “Just sh-shut up and eat me- hck! out.”

With a groan that breaks at the very end of his baritone, he’s bullying his mouth deeper. And you swear that you’re seeing Toji’s powerful hips come down to hump the plush end of the bed, “Shiiiit, yeah. Love it when you boss me ‘round, doll. Now how about telling me how good it feels.”

Good.

So, so good. 

Every stroke of his silvery mouth had you rendered near-speechless, and as a few more solid inches of his muscle eases past your folds you find yourself whining. “Well for that it has to- hah- feel good. Doesn’t it- oh, fuck!”

You’re regretting those words the instant they leave your mouth. 

Because just then Toji’s shattering your sentence with a thorough plunge of his thick tongue, again and again. He’s fucking your poor, dewy insides like he’s rubbin’ them raw, “Wha’s that?” Snickering straight into your cunt at the way your mouth falls open with moans. “Wha’s thaaaat?”

“It’s- hck! it’s just-”

“I-i-it-” Toji guffaws, mockingly. That mean thumb of his pressing down on your clit like a button, just the pressure is enough to make you see stars. Lurching wildly with a yelp as he’s taking the opportunity to swat down where you were the most tender. “Stop runnin’ and put it on my face, dammit.”

“You don’t need to- fuuuck- breathe?” You’re asking, almost incredulously. 

“Not. At. All. Ma’am.”

And he couldn’t get enough - would never be able to get enough when you were so sensitive and reactive like this. 

So it’s with such a sleazy chuckle that Toji’s coiling his second hand around your leg, letting the knobbled tips of his index and middle poke against your wet slope. “But I want you to breathe- to scream, to tell me how hah- fucking good it feels.”

His fingers are just so thick that they can easily pry apart your filthy folds n’ stuff your leaky orifice. The circumferences poking your insides sooo deliciously wide open, the utter stretch is enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

Letting off a talkative squeeelch that he’s drunkenly nodding along to, “Mhm– yeah. S’good, huh?” Toji’s doubly spreading you wiiiide open with both his tongue n’ his digits, “C’mon, girl, tell me with those other ngh- lips, too. Not just these pretty ones—”

Hiccuping, “You’re so- you’re just so- fuck!”

“That’s it.” Repeating like a mantra, every pump of his barreling fingertips leaves your mind spinning. Your mouth agape, your pussy bein’ spanked constantly. 

Gasping, the crowned edges of Toji’s fingertips curve up into the roof of your cunt. Feeling all over your slimy walls to scour for your g-spot, “That’s it that’s it that’s it-” With a sudden, slamming thrust of his rugged fingers he’s burrowing deeply into your sweetest spot n’ holding it there. “And who’s making you feel this good- who?”

“Y-you- ngh-” Gnawing down on your lower lip like bubblegum, you have to fight to keep your wits about yourself. Riding his handsome face in sloppy drags, “Can you even- handle it, Toji?”

Because you could barely even hear him breathe, hear him pant. Only feeling the lavish velvety of his tongue salivate allll over your snug hole, jackhammering away in bursts in n’ out. “Oh, I don’t need to handle it.”

And in a sultry split-second, your weakened thighs are thrown over his shoulder and used as leverage to drag you down. Manhandling your cunt to smack against his mouth-

“You’re the one fucking falling apart.”

“And y-you’re pussydrunk–!”

“Fuck yeah, I am.” Spitting. Glossing over your swollen pussylips with his drool, he sticks a third digit inside your rubbery entrance and watches as you squirm. 

Toji was pussydrunk all the way to his brain, oversaturated with the sweet heat of your core. Big fingers swabbing along your tenderest spots, his third fingerpad easily latches onto your g-spot. “Fuck yes- yeah, and I wanna hear juuuust how good I make m’girl feel.”

His girl?

“Yeah, my girl.” Shit- did you say that out loud? With heady eyes, he nods - and the vision is sensual enough that it almost has you cumming. “Got a problem with that?”

“N-no- fuck! It feels too good…”

With another three swats coming down on your pussy—smack! smack! smack! Toji has his tongue glued to your clit now, swirlin’ over a tiny ‘T’, then an ‘O’, ‘J’, and finally an ‘I’. Making you sound out every syllable-

If your mouth couldn’t formulate his name, at least your cunt was letting it out in the cutest gushes n’ wads of slick. Dripping down each side of his gluttonous mouth, “Out loud now, can barely even hear you over this pretty pussy.”

“Toj-”

Squeeeelch- “Theeere she goes.” Toji smirks, “See what I mean? You hafta be louder, doll. Say my name.” And he could feel every clench, every zap of tremors running down your spine. “Say my name n’ I’ll let you cum.”

Fuck- he knew you were oh-so-close to your orgasm before even you were.

“I-I’m gonna…” You’re gulping, feeling that familiar twist at the very bottom of your tummy. It was something hot and prickly which set your very teeth on edge, “I think m’close, Toji…”

“Ya think?” His tongue continues all those lewd ministrations, and no matter how much you were rutting and curvin’ your spine - it wouldn’t make him even budge. Not even an inch. “Let me hear it. Who’s making you feel this good?” 

Again and again, he’s spelling out your name until you’re defeated. Until all you can do it speechlessly mouth those very syllables on your own tongue, dappled with a flood of saliva at his twirlin’ patterns. “T-Toji-”

“Louder.”

Faster. Harder.

“Toji-”

Thump thump thump his digits scrape your g-spot, the end of your cervix. He’s leaving a few battered bruises that have you quaking all the way down to your bones, tongue flickering just to tease you out of your mind.

It’s almost like he wants to cut you off. 

And there’s another slap on your pussy, another snicker. “Now how about a-” Fuck- he barely even had the patience, the sanity to pull his glistening features back far enough to speak. “-a ‘Toji, pleeeease—?’”

“F-fuck you.”

Smack!

Just as he punctuates with his relentless tongue, “T, O, J, I- what’s that speeell?”

And suddenly you’re keening, hips lurching off the bed to let his tongue ruin you further than you thought possible. No one had ever bruised your most favorite spots to this extent, made you ever repeat something like a broken- “Toji- ple- oh.”

“Mm– not good enough, how about ‘Toji, pretty please?’”

Soon enough, you swear you’re registering a fourth of his fat fingers reach for the bruised spot of your bundle of nerves. Thumping away like he didn’t care no matter how much his wrist ached, how much his sharp jawline was grinding against your slope. Lips swollen by now- “C’mon now. C’mon- let the fuckin’ cameras hear for all I care.”

You’re shattering, “Toj- ngh- Toji, p-pretty please—!”

And it’s the only thing you can manage, like a constant broken mantra.

Like a prayer again and again in your wailing breathy tone whilst Toji fucked you through your explosive high. And he had his entire face plastered to your gushing cunt like it was stuck with adhesive, tongue swabbin’ all over.

The sizzling ridges of his taste buds were so scalding against the tip-top of your clit. Letting his extensive muscle repeat that T-O-J-I just so you mewl. “Toji- cum—ing- ngh, m’cumming m’cumming.”

“I know.” Rough fingertips strike the side of your pussy’s slope, mouth rovering leisurely between your legs to fuck you with everything he had. With everything he wishes was his long, aching cock. “Mmm, use me. Ride my face with that fuck- pussy like you own it, why don’tcha?”

With a mewl, you’re trying to despite the limpness of your limbs. Hips raising off of the sticky sheets with no rhythm or rhyme, you’re getting yourself off to the nuzzle of Toji’s straight nose bridge against your clit. “I-I am.”

He grumbles, “Not hard enough- where’s my feisty girl?”

“Well- fuuuuck- how do you expect me to- oh.” And you can’t even finish your train of thought before a particularly hard thrash of Toji’s fingers leave you cross-eyed and babbling stupidly. 

Again and again. 

Cumming on his tongue - honestly, if he were any lesser man then he’d be creaming himself just from the sight of you all pretty and shaking like this. 

A pathetic sob escapes your throat as your walls registering the pure stretch of his pummeling digits. Four long fingers tautly pulling your channel to the maximum, precisely ruinin’ your g-spot - it’s like he was trying to make you cry. “Is it- nghh really necessary to have four?”

“Heh-” Purposefully, he’s scissoring two of his rude digits until your pitch reaches a fever point. The pangs of your high leaving you wrung and dry. “Gonna hafta stretch you even wider if you’re gonna even think of taking all of me, darlin’.”

You’re marrying your brows with a stubborn pout, “But I could take all of you.”

“Oh?” Toji perks up in interest, and the grin that stretches his scarred lips is almost feral in nature. “Wanna bet?”

The words sound familiar - but right now you’re way too far gone in your melty mind to even think about recalling from when and where. The only thing you can do is to nod-

“Bet.”

And Toji - oh, mean, mean Toji Fushiguro - dares to swirl out a soppy final swipe of his name on your fluttering hole. Snagging just the end of your pretty entrance in a sweet goodbye, before he puts your soaked panties back in place with a sharp snap!

Grinning—“Anything for you, ma’am.”

It’s just then that Toji takes off his snug shirt of your favorite color - pop! pop! pop! 

And you could feel your mouth unfastening further n’ further with each button tugged free, because oh- you’d seen Toji lounging shirtless ‘round the villa. Fighting against yourself to not look too close lest he caught you staring. 

But seeing him like this was what made your heart race.

Because he was oh-so-naturally chiselled, with such curvaceous pecs that heaved with each pant. Washboard abs glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, a bead of sweat drips down his temple and down, down, down to his navel. 

Disappearing into the curly black happy trail that decorated his hilt. 

Toji wraps a rough hand around his base and gives a good pump, peeling off the rest of his trousers. Slapping down the tender, veiny underside, “Then I better hear you takin’ it ngh- all like a good fuckin’ girl, yeah?”

“Tch-” You’re leaning up on your elbows to take a better look, watching in awe at how big his girth looked pulsing between your pussylips. “S’not even th-that big- oh, fuck!”

‘Not that big’ your ass.

Toji fits in the large, pinkish circumference of his cock, and it’s just so easy to plug up your tight fuckin’ hole. Just a single taste of that sinful streeeetch and you were babbling with no sound–

“Oh- oh, my-”

“Ngh- f-fuck.”

Your eyes snap wide open, “D-did you just stutter, Toji?” You find yourself exhilarated, and in response Toji’s snapping his hips deeper with such a guttural groaaan. But it’s still not enough to make you forget- “No- ngh, I swear you did.”

“So what?” 

You’d just made the infamous Toji Fushiguro stutter. 

And you swear that Toji’s husky bass had turned strained, had turned broken. “S-so fucking what?” The first few inches of his swollen cock pumps in a few inches and he’s finding himself thrusting- just bare, rapid half-thrusts like he was out of control. “Let’s see how- ngh- articulate you are then, huh?”

“Wh-what do you-”

He slaps a hand down on your crowned scalp, “I said what I said.” Using the force to hold your restless body still and push—“Count.”

There’s another menacing probe of Toji’s swole, reddened tip and you find yourself gasping for air. He was just so thick inside that every tiny buck made you go wild at the feeling of his veins. 

Toes curled, you just looked so cute being fucked dumb underneath him like this. And he can’t help but let out something that sounded like an airy bout of laughter as Toji plows on- “Count. Fucking count f’me, doll.”

You didn’t need to ask what.

“One-” Because he was already filling you up with the winding lines of his veiny cock, with every thorough inch that made you whimper. “Th-three?”

“Awww, s’it really feel that ngh- good?” Toji coos out at your poor answer, hiking up one of his meaty, pale thighs. The change in angle leaves his split-ended tip crashing against the roof of your walls, “M’flattered. We’re only two inches in, darlin’.”

“Two?” You gape.

If this was two then you might as well never see the light of day before you take all of Toji’s proud inches.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Toji himself was rutting away- sloppily, sensually. Every split-second his cock wasn’t fully stuffed inside your heated cunt made him ache, and he’s thumbin’ apart your tight folds to stretch out your hole. “C’moooon— keep counting. D’you need any help?” With false concern, he takes such laaaanguid glides of beating girth. “You could like this oooooone, twooooo, threee, f-” 

“I-I know how to fucking count-”

The scarred edges of his lips curl upwards, “Oh yeah? Then where’s the feisty gal that said she could take it- a- fuuuuck.”

Ruthlessly, you claw your nails down Toji’s broad back, feeling the shifting of his muscles underneath. “What was that?”

He narrows his verdant irises, “Take it all- fuck, stop squeezin’ like that-” It fucking felt like heaven to have his pre-glazed tip mazing in so deep, the very top of his blushing shaft acting like a spotlight that was spearing your walls open. 

Again and again and again. 

The slick-leaking orifice of Toji’s cock stuck near your poor g-spot and left you mewling. Batting your teary lashes up at him in a way you knew would make him twitch deep inside, “But you said you wanted me to take it- all.”

Your moans were pitched so prettily, like his favorite song. And every syllable spilling out of your mouth left Toji grabbing onto your throat and pulling you down like a glorified ragdoll. 

You’re grinning, “And I want it allll, Toji-” Babbling away stupidly- shit, you were so cockdrunk right now. Addicted to the sheer size of him molding your clingy walls, “Can’t help but s-suck it all up.”

“Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.” Your date groans, utterly wrecked. With a thumb squeezing past your puffy core, he gnaws down on his lip and watches at the sultry way your saccharine cunt was milking his inches. Glistening. Winking as you squeezed for more, more, more. 

And before you can revel in your victory of breaking him, Toji spanks his gleaming palm down on your drivelling slope. Thwack! “Don’t think that e-excuses you from havin’ ta count, sneaky girl.”

Huffing out a whine—“F-fine. Ngh- Five?”

“Six now.”

And he was still going. 

Still mercilessly gliding a few thumping veins down your walls, “Seven-” You’re failing to catch your breath, the stretch was just incredible. Almost as if you could feel the globular mushroom top of him poke into your very lungs. “Eight- nine-”

“Fucking—” There’s a loud, sappy sluuuuurp on the very last mindless rut that Toji’s gifting you with. All the way from the probin’ curve of his tip, to the unruly hair soaked on his base. “-ten.”

Bottoming out.

You weakly mutter, “I t-told you I could take it all.”

It was so much- so much that Toji could easily hover his free hand down on your stomach and feel the cute lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you.

The tummy bulge that he was clashing against your cervix with; wet, thudding kisses of his cock on your cervix. “So you did.” He wafts a few digits down on that bump and salivates, “Heh, wanna bet that I can make you squirt, doll?”

“Prove it.”

“S’that a challenge?”

“A threat if you don’t.”

“Ohhh, I’m so scared.” Rudely, Toji’s right hand tightens on your throat to make the top of your head feel all heady. And his slithering left hand roams down to pinch your neglected clit, “Are you scared?”

“I-” The confused response is barely formulating in your throat, before your glazed eyes follow his line of sight n’ find Toji locked in contact with your over-stuffed pussy. 

He was talking to her instead.

And immediately, all the breath vanishes from your lungs just as soon as he’s giving your cervix a good drilling. Pounding you into the bedsprings like he was furious, like he was trying to get your core to squelch out the loudest sexual noises. “Yeah? Yeah, you are?” The fingertips tuggin’ on your clit move down your slit, “S’that why you’re shivering this much?”

You were just trembling- “Just sh-shut up and fuck m- oh.”

“What’s that?” Both you and the experienced bedsprings were shrilling out in unison, and every slip of Toji’s vein-covered shaft made you lose your damn mind. “Care to repeat that for your Toji?”

You gasp, “Fuh-fuck you.”

“I’m fucking you.”

And it’s just so hot, so hypnotic how your velvety walls kept clenching ‘round him. Toji’s spine arches as he’s carving out heart-shaped lil’ bruises all the way at the bottom of your pussy, pump after pump.

He can’t stop himself from sliding his tongue between his teeth n’ trying desperately to stop the thin trail of pussydrunken drool leaving him. “You- you know- s’funny…” From trying to stop those exact words from escaping him. “S’funny I-”

You blink your teary lids and look up at him in a way that makes him shiver- “Toji–?”

And when you say his name like that-

“…I wanted to do this-” It’s all that Toji can get out before the rational part of his brain left forces his right hand to leave off your neck and clap his prattling mouth shut. To fight the way you’re trying to tug it off - unsuccessfully. 

Oh-so-embarrassed right down to the blushing with the tips of his ears that you’re finding him weakened. That you’re finding yourself able to push his muscular body down with a firm shove, flipping you two over.

You arch your ready hips and start riding your date at a frantic pace, slapping the cheeks of your ass down on his pelvis until his skin scorches rouge. “What’s that, Toji–?”

“I’ve always wanted to- fuck-” He swears, eyes drooping down nearly shut as you keep riding him angrily. 

Before you can stop it, one of Toji’s beefy hands shoots out to find purchase back on your neck. Squeezing. Manhandling you to grind down harder on his furiously aching cock, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you. A-always. Ever since I hah- first saw you in the villa, in that pretty lil’ dress.”

You’re reeling with his confession - and by the massage of his abs plastering against your front. Toji was built just perfectly for your body, and every figure-eight of your hips makes his happy trail scratch your clit. “So- so then why did you just- spill a drink and run away-”

“Didn’t know how ta talk to the woman of my dreams.” He admits, dopey smile smearing across his spit-glued lips. “Messed up- accidentally spilled a drink n’ ran out of ngh- mortification. How pathetic is that?”

And through it all, you’re seeing the way the flush at his ears extends to his high cheekbones. 

How…cute. 

Pre slips down in creamy dollops between your thighs and sticks them with each other, Toji’s left hand resting on your hips to guide you. Pussydrunken. Out of control. 

“How I wanted to t-talk to you- to haaaah- feel you-” And then he wasn’t just taking your sloppy pace, he was adding to it. With loooong, slurping strikes of his throbbing cock that meet your cadence, “Wanted to see how you’d moan. How you’d clench- fuck-”

He sounded absolutely crazed.

Mouth falling open with gasps, darkened eyes locked on the pattern of your hips. That very familiar pattern. “Are you-” Tone higher. Baritone shattered. “Are you writing your fucking name?”

“Well, we have been paired up now—” You’re admitting, coyly. “S’mine.”

And the only thing you’re getting is a firm planting of his hand on your ass, letting the slap ring across the room. “Write mine.” If you didn’t know any better, then you’d have said that Toji was pleading. Whimpering. “C’mon- c’mon, my darlin’- write mine?”

Pretending to think, “Only if you ask nicely.”

And just then Toji cracks a smirk-

Barely letting your eyes adjust to the attractive expression on his face before he’s mazing his long cock between your walls. Hitting your g-spot dead-on- “S’this nice enough?” He’s slobbering, feral enough that his candied brain only wants to bash n’ bash his pulpy mushroom tip against your favorite spot. “Fucking- fuck, c’mon now.”

“Toji—” You can only whine his name, struggling to match his needy tempo. 

“That all ya got, girl?”

There’s a heat near your clit where Toji’s scalding fingertips are starting to squeeze once more, urgin’ you onwards. Grunting, “Seriously- c’mon c’mon c’mon-” Faster. Sloppier, the palm stuck to restraining your throat is all he needs to move your body ‘round. 

To have your jerky hips drawing a lecherous ‘T’ - just how he likes it. 

“Oh, fuck!” You’re yelping, feeling those familiar sparks of electricity start to build up down your spine. “Don’t think m’gonna last-” 

Toji’s nodding in satisfaction, “There we go there- now my favorite-” The ‘O’ has his vein-decorated shaft stirrin’ inside of you, every puffy ridge filling up your nooks and crannies. Then comes the ‘J’-

“Toji- Toji, mmm, please.”

Stretching you out so widely agape that your vision splotches with white as soon as he’s finishing off - a pointed, thorough ‘I’ that directly thrashes against the door to your womb. Knocking you around from the inside, carnally. Primally. “Heh- spelt my name, my doll.”

You’re cumming - you’re cumming then, and it hits you so hard that you’re doubling over his swole front. Mouth gawking in awe- “Cum-cumming- ngh- fuck-” 

Drowning in your wave of bliss, your cunt emanates the most sloppy squelches as you fuck back n’ forth. Dragging out each peak of your high down his throbbing length, Toji can only watch in pure hypnotization. 

Mossy eyes shining, mouth parted. 

Mind static, you barely even realize what you’re doing when one of your hands leap forward to clasp Toji’s neck the same way he was holding onto yours. Nails digging into his clammy skin with each crash of his probing cockhead - you purse your pretty lips and spit between his pretty lips.

Toji gasps, maw hanging widely.

And it’s enough to make him cum.

Just from that. 

“You- you made me- fuck!” He slurs out, head dropping back into the pillows once he’s pumping you with stringy wads of cum. 

Thump-thump-thumping all the way to drench the back of your womb, each slip n’ slide of his leaking shaft makes you keen. He’s fucking you through your high just as much as he was pumping you till you were overspilling.

With a whine, you’re resting your head on top of his heaving pecs, letting spit puddle out of you like a hose. 

And at this point, you didn’t know who was more gone - you or Toji. 

Who was splashing his dewy wet sap into you until your pussy formed a cute lil’ ring surrounding his base, feeling the treacly cum drip down his shaft like syrup. “Swear you’re gonna be the death of me-” He’s chanting, beefy arms looping around your waist to crush you to his abs. “Gonna be the- the- oh.”

And it takes Toji only one bat of your teary lashes – one split-second - to flip the two of your exhausted bodies over. Going for a second round. He’s rutting the drenched tufts of his happy trail down on your clit, he’s throwing your legs over your shoulders to bend you down into the sloppiest mating press possible. 

A mating press.

A mating press that has him honing his ivory knots of cum deeper inside you, pinpointing the door to your womb. Again and again until you can only throw your head back and take it- 

“Sh-shit-” You manage out through bawling whimpers, fists tightening on the silken sheets.

Something that Toji doesn’t fail to notice - he quickly intertwines his much-bigger hands with yours. Pinning you down in a way that made your heart race- “M’paired with you now.” He softly huffs, burrowed cock probing with each syllable. “You. Me. So let me- haaaah- let me start over, my darlin’?”

Scarred lips tickle the sides of your temples, and he makes you whine with a thumb poking between your puffy folds. Pushin’ back each stubborn, leaking ounce of cum- 

“So stop wastin’ yer time on bastards who don’t deserve it. Let me choose you. Let me- ngh- romance you. Let me make you happy- oh, fuck, I’d give you the whole entire universe, just say the word.” Toji babbles on, and he doesn’t know whether it’s the heat of your cunt or simply you that’s made him so honest tonight. “Let me be yours?”

“Yes-” Your arms find their way around his neck, pulling him close for a lingering kiss. And the hulking man can’t help but feel his heart skip a beat at the way you two fit - two puzzle pieces, thought long lost. “Toji I- oh.”

Your mouth’s dropping into a perfect, sultry ‘oh!’ exactly as he’s pulling your second high out of you.

Sploshing out in thick, palpable waves of your glistening sap- Toji feels the way your cunt floods his pelvis and grins. “Told you I’d make you squirt.”

But you’re barely even registering that right now, barely even feeling anything but the rapid-fire zaps of pleasure invading your lower half. Peaking with pump after pump of Toji’s swollen cock, pushing you through your euphoria.

Departing slick waves of wispy white cum, he was damn near cumming dry just from the sight of you squirting all over his girth.

Drifting a thumb over to collect the wadded-up froth of white, he’s sloooowly pushing the excess back in.

Your mouth drops open as Toji starts up a lazy, loving pace just to watch his buttery mess of cum seep in n’ out of you.  “I th-think I remember something about you saying I’ll cum five times as much as you.” Toji gapes, and you feel the fatness of his tip twitch. “We’re still on number two, Toji…”

Oh, fuck.

And that makes rough, tough Toji Fushiguro blush. “Fuck.”

With such pliable ease, he leans over and bends you in half - all the way until your capped knees hit your tits, all the way until you burn with the delicious stretch. Full both inside and out, with his weight positioned over you. 

Toji’s mouth humming into your own—“Is it too soon to say the L word already, my doll?”

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“They don’t even like each other.”

“I hear production’s been running wild since last night.”

“No, but seriously- I wonder if they made it out alive.”

The restless gossip in the villa had been a constant since you and Toji had left for your impromptu date last night, setting everyone at least slightly on edge for what was to become with the explosive pair.

Even Utahime’s looking at Shoko as the whirlwind of whispers rage on- to which she holds the other’s hand. “It’s okay, no one killed each other. Or got injured. Or argued.”  She pauses, “Scratch that last one. And maybe that second last one, too.”

“Not helping, Sho.”

Hell, even snobby, recently-recoupled Naoya looked displeased. And so was the gorgeous new girl who’d left his sulking self to explore her connections - something about ‘being hung up’ over you.

Who’d have thought?

And it certainly was a morning of surprises, it seems - even for a show like this.

Because whilst your two friends ponder over how they should bug the camera crew for details, and Naoya knocks himself back to his senses, saunters in the center of drama themselves.

You and Toji. Hand-in-hand.

And from your breezy pace on the walkway to the villa, you can hear Utahime squeal— Shoko’s fond eyeroll following not long after. 

“Is it that obvious?” You’re worrying over at Toji, who only raises an amused brow. 

It’d been utter chaos this morning trying to gather your wits while your legs were still sore, and every producer had been gawking as the two of you not-so-guiltily waddled out of your suite.

“My darling, yer covered in bruises, your walk’s more of a limp, your lips are still swollen- and fuckin’ pretty.” He raises your sweetly looped hands, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your palm - just for you, but caught by cameras in every direction that’s meant to leave fans rabid. And a particular unpaired Naoya sour-faced, of course. “And then there’s this.”

Begrudgingly, “Your fault, by the way.” 

“I take full responsibility.” Toji shrugs, faux-nonchalance with the blush dusting his ears. “S’long as you’re mine, my doll.”

“Corny.”

“Cold-hearted.”

“Idiot.”

“Still yours.”

You could take that - you’d both be taking this season’s winning prize, anyways.

A/N. Couldn’t stop thinking of how I’d only go on one of these shows if there was a man like Toji there and here we are-

Oh.

Oh?

A shiver runs down your spine.

You’ve never come into contact with a wolf hybrid in this program- at least, not in any of the classes that you’ve led. Coyotes. Vultures. Grizzlies. Hell, even the odd big cat or two (though they were mostly from other classes you’d assisted, and you didn’t end up having direct contact with them). They were all the same to you: students.

But a wolf?

You didn’t know why you were reeling so much at the realization - wolves needed this program too. It was mostly predator-types that attended (absolutely nothing wrong with that), as their heightened senses and strength left them more susceptible to high-pressure moments such as letting ruts take over, or asserting dominance. Self-control is something everyone should have!

So a large wolf hybrid attending this program should be absolutely nothing out-of-the-ordinary, absolutely nothing that leaves you rattled, absolutely nothing that differentiates him from your other students.

Absolutely…

You clench your fists, steeling yourself - all that training you’d undergone to come into this position as an instructor for the program wasn’t for nothing! 

“Excuse me-” You’re narrowing your eyes down at the man, standing right at the front of your group. Sliding your peripherals up, up, up from his nametag—

Half-lidded eyes. An easy smile. 

A face might have been ripped right out of the big screens, so handsome that it makes that lil’ bunny tail behind you twitch.

And it’s only then that you’re realizing just how…large he is.

A broad frame. Muscular arms. Tall.

Fuck.

Even for a wolf hybrid. In fact, you could see the irritated expressions on the smaller hybrids scrambling to see from around him- what audacity, to be front and center like this. And judging by the smug expression twisting those scarred lips of his, Toji didn’t give a shit whether they saw or not.

As long as he could.

As long as he could pin you down with his heavy gaze, staring from underneath his shaggy black bangs. Toji blinked slowly, as if he was savoring each glimpse- and each glimpse just seemed to raaaaake across your body.

The longer you’re staring at him, the more elated his pupils seem to twinkle. Something unreadable in them.

“-did you have something to say?” You’re finally finishing off, after what felt like an age of the charged staredown had passed. 

Toji only crosses his arms in front of him- and you swear your ears pick up on the minutest rip! of his biceps stretchin’ his thin t-shirt. The black fabric giving way to the flex of those incredible arms. “Oh. The whistle?” The wolf hybrid’s gruff voice answers, a deep baritone that you find strangely…pleasant on your eardrums. “Nah. Must be close to the full moon, heh- keep talking, lil’ bunny.”

“That’s madam rabbit to you-”

“Bunnygirl?”

Involuntarily, your nose twitches in annoyance - something that seems to make the man raise a brow at and smirk. Something chuckled underneath his breath—“Cute.”

You would’ve almost thrown your clipboard at Toji Fushiguro had your colleague not cleared her throat. 

“Oh-” Mouth parting in surprise, you’re turning to Utahime who’d been there to witness the entire exchange - right along with the rest of your class, for that matter. Throw in your supervisors, too, and you were decidedly not getting the holiday bonus this year.

Clearing your throat (and pointedly looking away from his eyes), you’re turning to face the program attendees as a whole now. “And if anyone else has any highly intelligent questions, please feel free to ask away.” Silence, except for Toji’s agreeing hum. “Now that that’s cleared up- I had initially wanted to start our first class off with some ice-breakers to get to know each other a bit more, but what’s a better exercise in team spirit than being thrown into the thick of things?”

They look at you in slight surprise, Toji amongst them.

Without warning, you pick up the whistle that’d been strung ‘round your neck and give it two sharp blows. “Five laps around the field- now! Go go go go!”

Bodies moving before minds, the entire group jolts into moving. Some taking a few unprepared steps before they even register what’s happening, some speeding ahead already to get on your good side. Some flew. Some waddled. And some you could even see gape at the facility’s training field, about as large as a football field, with a carpet of grass enveloping the entire expanse of it. They threw their heads back and groaned, before straightening - military-style - when your whistle rang out once more-

But it wasn’t for them.

“You there-” Sticking your hand out—some, it seems, were none other than Toji Fushiguro. He was still rooted where he was when class started, challenging you down with his imposing frame. His amused expression- “-ten laps for not going with your group, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“That’s an abuse of power, bunny.” Toji growls, lips lifting into something that almost looks like a smile. Maybe a snarl.

You’re raising a brow, whistle still raised to your lips. “Fifteen.”

“What’re you gonna give me if I do those, huh?”

“Twenty.”

He wets his lips, jet-black ears twitching. “You won’t dare-”

“Twenty-five.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” But to your confusion, Toji Fushiguro didn’t look neither angry nor dismayed as he received his sentence. In fact, you could’ve sworn that the man looked utterly euphoric with every sniping word that fell from your lips. Upping the challenge. Talking back to him. 

He takes a step closer and the air seems to grow thicker around you two - so thick that it seems to lodge at your throat. And Toji himself can’t seem to rip his eyes away from those pretty lil’ lips that were just so mean to him- “I never knew bunnies could be so feisty.”

He still isn’t moving towards the run, and your vision is blocked by his well-sculptured body. Toji’s eyes were murky, posture strong- and without warning, his nostrils seemed to flare. Taking in a deep, deep gulp of something. And you wondered…why did something smell so sweet? “Thir-”

“Alright alriiiight.” After a roll of his eyes and a scoff, Toji takes off sprinting. The smell is gone before you can grasp it.

Dust clouds erupt from the grassy ground at the sheer force of his strides, and in no time Toji’s catching up to the group in much less than the time it took them to get there. Long legs made for running. Body angular and poised. 

Even from here, you had to admit that his form was immaculate - expected, you guessed, of a borne hunter. But even coming from a wolf hybrid, it took you somewhat aback.

Wasn’t there a cheetah hybrid in the group, too? He was just behind her now, steadily catching up as her stamina started to falter.

Not only did he seem to be larger, but he was faster, too? Now you knew what made him so cocky, you suppose.

You’re blowing your whistle once more, “Mr. Fushiguro, thirty-two for cutting me off there.”

Toji looks over his shoulder with knitted brows, and a smile that you couldn’t describe as anything other than purely…feral. “Just for you- heh, I’ll make it fourty-two, bunny.”

“Don’t make me make it fifty.” Grumbling, more to yourself than him by this point. From the corner of your eye, you could see Utahime with a hand raised to her lips- firmly shut as if she was trying to stop herself from laughing.

You’re turning to her with a half-joking scowl, “What, Uta?”

“Oh, nothing.” She’s waving you off, standing beside you to look over your sprinting students. And with a thoughtful hum, the human continues. “It’s just, you hybrids have such interesting mating rituals-”

You nearly choke on your whistle—“What rituals?”

A few heads turn to look at you, and you’re gesturing at them to continue - this was your punishment, it seems. The punishment being, well, whatever unfortunate misunderstanding that your co-worker had developed because of her interpretation of hybrid behaviour. 

She looks at you in concern, “Are you alright? Does one get loopy after such mating rituals-”

You’re grabbing both of her shoulders, trying to shake some sense into her. “Repeat that. Tell me you didn’t say what I just so clearly heard you say. Repeat th- actually, wait, don’t repeat that-”

“Mating rituals?” It’s enough to make you grimace, ears flattening behind your head. Watching your reaction, Utahime’s beautiful face grows pale- and she’s clapping both hands over her mouth. “Oh- wait, sorry! Is that a taboo thing to say before you two have officially mated? Like a will-they-won’t-they thing? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know-”

“It’s…not…” You wince, “No- no it’s okay. It’s not that it’s taboo or anything, it’s just…”

“Oh.” Utahime breathes out in relief, punching your shoulder. “Don’t scare me like that then, girl. What then? What’s the issue?”

And you dreaded to know the answer to this particular question of yours, one that you so clearly knew if her misconception had been anything to go by. Nonetheless…“You thought that him- the wolf and I were…flirting?”

“Oh, that?” She hums in thought, “No, not exactly.”

Oh?

Then maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe you’d just been overthinking things, maybe she’d just misconstrued some interaction you had with another one of your students earlier, maybe this entire thing wasn’t even about Toji or how he seemed so close to-

“I thought the wolf and you were seconds away from mating.”

Goddammit! 

“Or bonding-” Utahime airily waves a hand, as if the extra explanation helped - though, to be fair, you knew you were the one that’d posed the question. “Whichever one that you hybrids like to choose, bonding is the one with the bites, right? And good luck because he looks like a biter, woof—”

You’re putting your face in your hands and groaning.

At least this damn program was only five days long.

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Day 2 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.

Did you say this training program was five days long? Apologies, you actually meant to say that it was five centuries- because you’ve just gotten through the first few units of your second day, and it already feels like you’ve aged years.

And you can’t pinpoint an exact reason as to why - well, other than Toji Fushiguro’s presence, of course.

Toji Fushiguro and the way you’d gotten to work earlier today in preparation for the lessons, only to open your office door and find the very man lounging back on your chair. Feet on the desk. Humming idly to himself. Silky black tail swishing happily. Rubbing his scent off on every nook and cranny- 

“What the fuck are you doing here-”

“Good morning to you too, lil’ bunny.”

It was just then that Utahime had passed, saving Toji from your plans of throttling him right then and there. It turns out that the wolf hybrid had ‘gotten the time wrong’ and had ‘absolutely nowhere to go- nevermind the café right down the street’ and so he’d been let inside the building. Regardless of the fact that he had an entire office space to himself, he’d chosen to coop himself up in your office.

“And since you two are future mates, I thought it would be okay. Maybe you can show me some of those mating rituals!” Utahime had happily announced, smacking you on the back- just a tinge too loud for a certain wolf’s ears to not discern.

A smirk was on Toji’s handsome face immediately, “Something you need to tell me, bunnygal?”

“Get out of my office both of you-”

And today would have been somewhat bearable if it had ended at just that. But the universe is never quite so kind to you, is it?

Because Toji was in your class, eyeing you down in class, always hot with a quip directed towards you in class. It wasn’t just the physical training part of things (a way to increase their endurance, which he certainly didn’t seem to need any increasing), but even during the light reading sessions—Toji would have his book opened just a crack, attractive fingers flicking loooong luxurious glides on the pages. 

And then he’d dart just the crowned tips of them up to lick- while he looked right into your eyes.

Because of course, he did.

And you hated to admit that those actions just made you…gulp. If he didn’t end up bubbling over a reaction out of you (perhaps commands for extra laps, perhaps telling him off which he seemed to love), then he didn’t stop until he did.

But that wasn’t even the moment that stood out in your mind the most.

No, what you went back home to thinking about - what you slipped underneath your silken bed covers thinking about - was the incident that had happened during one of the trust exercises.

In it, the entire class had been blindfolded and told to use their senses to navigate and interact with one another - the two instructors, you and Utahime, included. It was a bonding activity as well as a way to allow one to channel their natural instincts into something that they wanted it to do. Nature and navigate, that sort of thing. 

Nothing too outstanding, you’d done it many times with many different batches. Slightly awkwardly waddling through the classroom, hands out and alert for another person. Only, this time…

“Oh? Someone’s in front of me-” A gruff voice echoed out from right behind you - right behind you. And you could already feel the heat of Toji Fushiguro’s proximity, before you even registered it was him. There was the airy whoosh of the atmosphere bending to one’s hand reaching out—“Angel-” To one’s hand just lightly tracing your upright ears, “-or a pretty bunny?”

Your ears.

Your ears.

Toji Fushiguro’s greedy fingers were latching onto the sensitive bits of your ears, and you’re forced to bite back a moan. “S-sensitive…”

And scent patches were protocol, really, just to make things easier on both parties.

But even through the bandage-like coverings on either side of your neck, a puff of your pheromones seeps through and into the air. The atmosphere. The senses of the wolf hybrid behind you that lets out an out-of-control growl—

Primal.

You gasp, hurriedly taking off your blindfold.

SLAM!

Only to be met with the barren air, and the door slamming behind you. It seems that Toji had left the classroom - the only evidence that he was ever even here to begin with was the reverberating impact of the door. 

And the sultry smell of something sweet lingering in the air.

Animalistically, you’re raising your nostrils to the air- but by then it’d already dissipated into nothingness. And a part of you craves for more more more—

Clutching the blindfold, in a classroom full of oblivious students, you clench your thighs together.

You were so fucking wet.

And outside, though you aren’t aware at that point, a certain other hybrid was having a particularly tough time, too.

What else did you expect?

Toji Fushiguro was striding. Toji Fushiguro was escaping- he had to. He had to. He had to. He had to. If he didn’t then he fucking knew that he’d tear you into pieces and shove his aching hot erection with no care for who else was watching in that damned classroom.

Down the narrow corridor, he was going as fast as his slightly-weakened knees would take him. Pace echoing out against the formal tiles, like the thunder of his heartbeat.

Toji felt like he was burning up. Faster. Toji felt like he was out-of-breath. Faster. Toji felt like—

The next thing he’s feeling is the ceaseless expanse of the wall, frigid against his body that just seemed to be set alight right now. Without properly consulting his own mind, he’s leaning against it. Head falling back. Body slouching onto the floor. A thick ‘fuck’ leaving him as he sits himself down right then and there-

“Oh fuck—” Toji’s pressing one hand to his face, the other against the solid pain that’d taken up between his legs. He looks down, “Oh fuck, m’in rut.”

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Day 3 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.

Toji Fushiguro was just on time to your program today, and though you couldn’t say that you weren’t relieved his incredible earliness lasted only a day- you couldn’t quite say that you weren’t disappointed, either. Rabbits, always hopping around.

“So…” Utahime’s teasing voice calls out in the distance, and you’re shocked to find that she’s actually right beside you. Had you been spacing out?

With a jolt, you realize you’d done it just as Toji was completing his nth lap of the morning. He flaunts past the finish line with each, shooting a sleazy wink your way—you hadn’t been staring at him, dammit!

“Something in your eye?” You call out.

“Just a pretty bunnygirl, heh.”

Shaking your head free of him (and doing your very best to not look as though you were shaking your head free of him), you’re turning back to your friend. “So…what, Uta?”

She nudges your shoulder with hers, “So what are the updates on your mating ritual-”

“Enough-”

Refusal ringing out across the field, your voice catches the attention of Shoko, who’d been placing an ice pack over the ankle of a mouse hybrid. She looks over with a raised brow, before confirming with her patient and helping him walk back to his group.

Once she was done, she picks up two clean towels and makes a beeline towards where the two of you were standing.

“Still in denial.” Utahime says, as a way of greeting. She catches the towel that Shoko throws at her and sighs, “Enemies-to-lovers go from enemies to lovers faster in my books…”

And somehow, Shoko seems to know exactly what she’s talking about. 

The racoon hybrid brings a thoughtful hand up to her chin, appraising you with those sleep-darkened eyes if you were yet another one of her patients. “Well, I didn’t see anything wrong in the mating and reproduction department last time we had a check-up. Would you like me to take a look again?”

Indignantly, “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with me-”

“Perhaps her pheromones are being blocked?” Utahime nods at her friend, before snatching your towel out of your hand and rubbing it over your scent glands-

“Woah-” You gasp, the rough texture of the fabric making your ears twitch. Somehow, it almost reminds you of the day before where…“What the- Uta I will kill you-”

“Adequate pheromone secretion, considering the scent patches.” Shoko leans in to look at it and hum. “I don’t think there’s a problem there- and the clients have to take a mandatory medical test, there was no anomaly in Toji’s, either.”

“And the scent? What about the scent- I can’t smell it as a human, but you’ve got to have some sort of sense for it even as a friend, right?” Utahime insists.

You squeal, “Don’t you dare, Shoko- this has got to be some sort of HIPAA violation I swear-”

“You’re right.” The doctor says, sagely. And all your squirming, struggling, screaming seems to stop- for just the briefest second…before Shoko looks you up and down and states once more. “Rub a little harder, I would like to take a scent swatch for my own personal experimentation as well.”

“I will experiment on you-”

“U-um, madam bunny?”

You whirl—“What?” 

And the poor, unsuspecting mouse hybrid staggers backwards at the force of your exclamation. Damn near falling to the ground- which is where that swollen ankle of his seemed to have originated from in the first place.

“Oh.” The three of you staff look at each other, and you’re shoving your friends off in an instant to crouch down to his stooped figure. You feel simply awful as he quivers before you- you should look into getting the poor man a discount. “I’m so sorry, Ijichi, I’ve been out of my mind. Are you alright?”

“Y-y-yes- but no.” He’s stammering, not holding your eye still. “It’s just- my ankle’s acting up again and I was wondering whether I could be excuse to the medic room for today?”

“Yes- yes of course!” You’re looking to Shoko, and the two of you place Ijichi’s arms ‘round either of your shoulders to help him get up and walk to her clinic. You’re patting at him soothingly, “It’ll be alright, Ijichi, Shoko’s gonna fix you up properly in no time.” Ignorant to the low trundle of a growl that’s thrown your way.

To the way that Toji’s staring at your little group, unwavering, your arms around another man.

To the crackle of something bitter seeping into the air.

Though, Ijichi isn’t quite so ignorant to the daggers glared his way (it burned, that glare, and he faints in your arms before you manage to reach the clinic).

By the time you’re dropping your poor student off on the comfy white beds, making your way back out onto the field, Utahime was leading the group through the final cooling down exercises. Letting her take the lead, you sit yourself down on one of the benches near her and sigh.

Goodness, it was a big facility and that trip had unexpectedly taken quite a bit out of you. 

Your limbs were heavy, long rabbit ears damped with perspiration and pushed back. Without thinking much of it, your hands reach out to where you think you remember Utahime throwing down your towel earlier (at least, she had before you’d left)- only for your fist to close around…nothing.

“Huh?” Straightening up, you look around the vast wooden bench. It had your active bags, your change of clothes, your props for activities done during the physical sessions. Everything and anything but that damned towel- “I could have sworn…”

“Hey, everything alright?” Utahime asks, it seems that she’d just finished up her cool down. The class was dispersing as they wished, chattering, ribbing, taking their time to get ready for the next unit of the day.

Utahime squirts a stream of water into her mouth and walks up to you, to which you’re nodding your head. “No, I mean- yes? Everything’s alright, it’s just- have you seen my towel anywhere?”

She giggles, “The one with your scent swatch on it?”

“The one with my scent swatch on it.” You deadpan, “I just can’t seem to find it anywhere.”

And it’s only then that the knits her brows, expression turning into one of slight concern. “Huh? I could’ve sworn that I put it there when you left with Shoko and Ijichi, maybe it blew away in the wind somehow?”

You’re looking up at the windless morning, drier than the Sahara. “Maybe…”

“Or maybe one of the students accidentally took it?” She suggests, yet it was futile to have the two of you looking around from here. Class was dismissed for the time being, and there was no way of tracking down every single person and their towels. With a slightly lighter tone, “Or maybe Shoko actually took it- y’know, to experiment on.” She nods in the direction of the building, “C’mon, lets go bug her for more towels - the nice ones with the flowers on them.”

“In a few days there’ll be some clones of me running around.” You get up.

You never did find out where that towel went, and you never did think about it much after that day, either.

Toji Fushiguro, however?

Oh, that damn towel was all that helped him make it through the night. Fuck—with his nose pressed against the fabric that was soaked with all your sweetened, lavendar smell- and his hand pressed underneath his boxers and furiously pumping his cock.

Toji’s elongated canines dig into the towel and he keens your name like a prayer.

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Day 4 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.

Toji Fushiguro was late.

When he hadn’t showed up to the facility hours before class was supposed to start, you didn’t worry too much. When he hadn’t showed up precisely at 8:00AM on the dot, well, you were getting somewhat intrigued but you still didn’t worry too much.

But when it was 1:47PM and Toji Fushiguro still wasn’t here?

Alright…now you were getting a bit irritated. Because at the very least, students would call the reception to let them know that they weren’t coming in for the day - but this bastard hadn’t bothered to even do that! Not even the slightest heads-up!

Of course, it was the principal of the matter and not because you were disappointed or anything.

No, not at all. Not at all.

You just liked your classes to be at full attendance, that’s what. 

But having no Toji Fushiguro didn’t break your classes. In fact, one could argue that they’d gone even smoother today than usual.

You’d gone through the morning drills without him, you’d showered up and made it through a few readings and testimonies without him, you’d just turned off the endings credits of a documentary and was about to start an entirely new lesson without him.

“And today’s lesson will be on Muzzles 101, for this I have actually acquired a real-life muzzle.” Lifting the strappy, clinking metal thing from your desk for the entire class to see—to be quite honest, this was one of your favorite parts of the syllabus. “As you might be able to tell, this muzzle in particular is intended to fit the canine type of hybrid. But of course, there are many different types of-”

BANG!

“Missed me, bunny?”

But of course, only when Toji Fushiguro was missing did you realize how much it felt like something was missing without him.

And there he stood now, with his towering body filling out the doorframe- lungs heaving, vibrating with adrenaline, sweater haphazard as if he’d simply sprinted the entire way here.

You’re looking up at him and you swear you can see slight dark circles underneath his eyes - he didn’t seem to have had a restful sleep last night, hm? Wonder what kept him up like that?

“You’re late.” Oh-so-welcomingly, you state.

He smirks, “Fashionably so.”

Not responding to his hook, you’re turning back to the class that was watching the interaction with bated breath. “And as our latecomer, how about we have Mr. Fushiguro here give us a real-life demonstration as to wearing a muzzle?”

“I’d like to see you fucking try- fuck!”

The class erupts in agreement, and before Toji Fushiguro - who’s never been talked down to, who’s never been tugged down by the collar of his sweater and  had a fucking muzzle clipped on him in all the thirty odd years of his life - even knows what’s happening, he’s worshipping you at your feet.

Literally.

Hooking your fingertips into the mesh-like covering of his dog muzzle, you’re hauling Toji right down to his knees. Right down to the floor. Right down at your feet.

And he doesn’t resist.

Why the fuck would he ever resist?

You place one of your palms on top of his silky black hair, scratching behind his wolf’s ears as if he was nothing but a docile dog. A pet. “And here—” Announcing to the class, the leans in at the edges of their seats to take a better look. “-we have a wolf hybrid in a muzzle- hah! Put a muzzle on and some big, bad wolf he is.”

Through the bars of his muzzle, Toji darkly growls—

“Down, boy.” Through a grin, you’re narrowing your eyes down at Toji. “You’re supposed to be good when the muzzle’s on, don’t you know?”

“Oh yeah? Let me out n’ I’ll show you what’s good-”

Pulling lightly on his soft hair, “What’s that?”

He doesn’t answer - but he doesn’t snap back anything mouthy, either. If you’d known that Toji Fushiguro could be so good for you like this, then you might’ve put the muzzle on even sooner if you were being quite honest.

“And now-” Fuck, what’s next? Toji can only look up as you continue to speak- continue to make a fool of him- continue to raise your dominant hand up past your collarbones. Right up to that sweet next of yours, covered in scent patches that you were starting to peel off—“-for the ultimate temptation. Remember what this program is really about.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, it can’t be.

You’re taking off that protective layer on the side of your throat, and just then…oh, just then Toji Fushiguro thinks he ascends to fucking heaven.

The most sultry, soft lavender scent bursts out into the room- even stronger than the pheromones that’d been stuck to your towel. It seems to haze over the dull classroom with an almost sparkly mist, and it seems to haze over Toji’s eyes with a film of lust.

Burning up.

Feverish.

He’d never been so gone over anyone else’s pheromones before. Never. 

His nails dig into the tough tile and leave claw marks-

But you’re looking at the students, some of whom were safely blocking their nostrils. “Pheromones are the ultimate temptation to any hybrid, it drives them wild, it makes them crave, it brings out carnal urges in us that are more animal than not.”

Finally, you look down at Toji.

Who sits with his head bowed, his chest panting.

Panting and panting.

Like a dog in heat- he was drooling from one side of his mouth and praying to anything holy that you couldn’t fucking see-

“As you can see, class, Mr. Fushiguro here is holding up rather exceptionally.” You’re saying- exceptionally? He wanted to laugh. To laugh and laugh. But more than that he wanted to fuck you silly right here and now- but ah, in the end he actually gets neither. Toji Fushiguro doesn’t laugh, and you’re plastering on your scent patches once more. “Now, in the real world we don’t always have the luxury of scent patches. In times such as these we hybrids…”

Toji seems to crouch even deeper on his knees, hunching in on himself almost. He’s sure that those other bastards in the classroom are probably gawking at his submissiveness right now- let them think what he wants.

His tail swishes the floor, ears listening for the whispers. He doesn’t give a fuck.

He wasn’t caving in because he was fucking submissive or some other shit- no. Toji was down on his knees and practically humping your feet in front of an entire group, all because he’s never been harder in his entire life.

“-can try it out for yourselves should you so wish to later on.” And you were oblivious to the entire thing—oh, pretty bunny, how he wanted to rip you apart. Inch by inch. 

Just from the briefest second of your scent.

You’re getting into the proper lesson by now, throwing out the history of muzzles in relationship with hybrids whilst absent-mindedly patting Toji’s head. He leans into your touch and you falter mid-speech, ears twitching in every direction, you swear you could’ve smelt a faint sweetness in the air.

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Day 5 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.

On the last day of the program, Toji Fushiguro didn’t attend at all. 

Perhaps the demonstration yesterday had taken it too far? But you’d asked him about it, and Toji had insisted that it was something he enjoyed doing—

“Next time, though, that’s gonna be you, bunny-”

“You wish.”

After all, it had been part of the syllabus, too, and the rest of the class had been eager to jump onto wearing the muzzle and tempting each other with their pheromones. So you didn’t think that it was exactly that.

Or perhaps he didn’t find the program useful at all and didn’t want to waste his time on it any longer? 

This program in particular was showered with praise and rave reviews, but you understood that it might not resonate with everyone. In that case, there were refunds and extension packages for particularly difficult students - and Toji didn’t exactly strike you as the type to leave something half-finished.

Or perhaps…perhaps you didn’t know.

He didn’t let the reception know he was about to be absent. He didn’t give you any notice that he’d be quitting.

It might just have been something in his personal life that you weren’t exactly privvy to - you were just his program teacher, after all. And after today (and the graduation ceremony, which was really more of a formality than anything) tomorrow, you weren’t going to be even that.

Someone to lecture him on the etiquette of his displays of dominance, someone to tease and rile up.

Some bunny.

And yet, you couldn’t help but wonder.

Which might just have been (though you didn’t entirely admit it to yourself) why you found yourself working late into the night on the fifth day of the program - the first day of Toji’s disappearance. Along in your office. In the dead of night.

If he wasn’t going to attend anymore, then you might as well drown that pang of disappointment in work. 

You’re tap-tap-tapping away at your computer, eyes glazed over after so many hours staring into it. All the words were starting to slur together into an unreadable language now, and that was likely not a good sign.

You needed sleep.

You’re leaning back on your chair with a sigh, massaging your eyes with the mountainous front of your palms. Whispering, “Fuck…” You look outside your window for the briefest second- and only then do you realize that the world outside was being kissed with a slight drizzle of rain. “God, how long have I even been here?”

You look back down at your computer screen, as bright as day: 12:07AM.

Yaga was going to kill you - he always did preach on about ‘healthy work-life balances’, and this was anything but balanced. You guessed you’d just mark your student register for the day and get the hell out of here- but ah, the rain…

“It’s fine.” Clicking away at the ticks that denoted someone had been present - and they all had been today, except for one. “It’s not raining too bad so I’ll just run to my car or…”

Toji Fushiguro’s name wasn’t the first on the register, now even the last.

And yet, you had no explanation as to why you palm kept scrolling you back to his name each time. That stupid, stupid name—‘Fushiguro, Toji’—even that seemed to be smirking at you.

Perhaps out of frustration, perhaps out of hidden desire, perhaps out of utterly nothing else to do- you click on it. That name. That medical page compiled by Shoko that you were taken to whenever you clicked on a student’s name, with all the information that you’d ever need on them.

You’d skimmed Toji’s profile once before, right before the program had started as you were trying to familiarize yourself with the students.

But now, something about it felt…different.

More personal.

More intimate.

Name: Fushiguro, Toji

Age: 30’s

Sex: Male

Height: 6’2+

Hybrid type: Canis lupus

Status: Unmated.

Other notes: It is important that the subject is of impressive size and weight, even for the Canis lupus (potential subspecies mix of Canis lupus occidentalis). And it is even more important to note that the subject is aware and, one might even argue, cocky about this fact.

You snort at that last line.

Black, silky coat that is well taken care of. Long legs. Considerable muscular mass. Irritable temperament puts him on the radar for potential disruption and displays of dominance. Keen senses. Exceptional speed. STRONG ruts.

And that line? You’re reading over those last two words at least eight times to make sure you got it right - it would’ve been one thing to know that Toji Fushiguro had strong ruts, it’s another thing to have Shoko capitalize, embolden, and underline those two words.

And this was a woman who’d written the many, many profiles that you’d seen in your time working for the facility.

But you’d never seen her emphasize something quite like this?

You keep reading onwards-

Subject has a strong leakage of pheromones in the duration of his rut, which are stated to last for at least over a week, according to the subject. During this time he claims to be ‘crazed’ and ‘like a madman’, and due to the sheer severity of these ruts has never been known to take a mate.

Never?

Last known time of rut was five months ago.

Note to self: REMIND SUBJECT OF RUT!

A crash of wood somewhere in the distance. 

VERY EASILY TRIGGERED!

Footsteps.

AND POTENTIALLY COMING INTO RUT VERY SOON!

Through the silver flicker of lightning from outside, you can make out the shape of someone towering at your office door. Opened wide. His hands rested against the frame as if he was about to collapse any moment now- he cast a shadow over where you were seated, gripping the wooden panel so tight that you could hear the low crack!

And you already know who it is.

“T-Toji?” Your rabbit ears raise into the air, trying to catch any answer from him. When there’s none, you’re getting up from your chair and taking a cautious step forward. “Toji, what happened- why are you here at this time?”

Toji twitches as if the very sound of your voice jolted him to his very core, “All the better to meet you with, bunny.”

Rough.

Hoarse.

There was a primal rumble in his tone that made your legs press together - whether out of need or fear…It honestly didn’t even sound like your Toji- and you’re almost second-guessing your initial impression. Perhaps because of that, you’re taking yet another step forward. “Why are you standing there like that?”

“All the better to see you with, bunny.”

But did you honestly even need to ask?

Because one step - one step - is all it takes for Toji’s thick pheromones to immediately hit you. For your mind to whirl with the heady combination of sandalwood and crisp ice and need. Pure need.

It’s so strong that your body takes an immediate lurch backwards, shivering at the scent of a predator-type at his strongest - at his closest. “And why do you smell so…” The backs of your knees hit the stippled cushion of your chair, and you’re just about to topple onto the seat-

When the rabid wolf hybrid crosses the room in less than two strides, pulling you into his arms instead.

You’re hissing at the sheer heightened temperature of his body, as if he was overcome with a fever. Multiple fevers. All at once. His hands grip at your waist as though you were his sole lifeline, elongated claws tearing through your skirt with ease. His maw—

Oh, and his greedy, slobbering maw was wide open and mouthing at the swollen scent gland on the right side of your neck.

Toji’s needy canines finding your soft flesh and digging in—”All the better to eat you with, bunny.”

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“P-pussy…” Toji’s feral jaw hangs open, globule upon globule of saliva leaking from his lips and through the metal muzzle he was wearing. It drips down the front of his t-shirt until that useless fabric was drenched, and you could make out each curve of his prominent pecs.

Heaving as if he’d just ran a marathon as you lean back on your office desk and spread your legs all wide open, like a feast, wafting out the sweetest pheromones from between, like a dessert. His favorite.

He’s watching as your puffy folds open up like the cutest lil’ blossom, two glistening petals that he wanted to lick clean of that syrupy slick. 

Hell- the mere scent of it was enough that he’s panting like a dog in heat.

As if hypnotized, as if a zombie, Toji’s dazedly leaning forwards—before you rest the tip of your high heel against his forehead. Pushing him right back where he came from, “Down, boy. Didn’t your momma ever teach you table manners?”

“Pussy-” He’s gripping onto either of your thighs with his roughened palms, “But- pussy.” Trying his very best to tug you forwards. “Need to taste that pretty pussy, bunnygirl- fuckin’ put her on my face, please.”

“Nuh uh, Toji.” Crossing your arms with a huff, “Honestly I should give you nothing n’ kick you out right now for crashing into my office like this-”

“Kick me out after—oh.” Toji’s damn lost for words as a glittery bead of slick gently drips out of you, it ends up on a pool in the desk- and he’s groaning at the fact that he can’t just surge over and lick it up right now.

Raising a brow, “And why should I?”

“B-because…” And Toji Fushiguro might be a wolf hybrid, but he’s peering up at you with such puppy eyes. Half-lidded eyes. Begging. Desperate. “Aw- n’ here I thought bunnies were the nice ones- won’t you hngh, give a poor, thirsty dog something sweet? Just one lil’ taste?”

“I dunno…” Grinning, “How thirsty?”

“So thirsty- so thirsty-” And with you loosening your heel on his head, he’s able to gluttonously plunge his sweaty face between your legs- just plunging and plunging. Craving and yearning. Gnawing down on the metal of his muzzle, and pressing its frigid texture against the front of your cunt. “This pussy- this pussy, oh, this pussy.”

The only thing on his fucking mind right now- he’s nudgin’ the metal restraints on his mouth against your folds. “Just one taste of her- I beg of you.” A primal sound rips from the back of Toji’s throat, and it’s enough to make every hair on your body stand on end. “Just one taste. Just- just one-” Just desperately lolling his lengthy tongue out and flicking it near the bars of his muzzle, where he’s but getting a single droplet of yours. “Fuck this damn thing- I’ll break through it if I have to- I’ll- I’ll—”

“Yes—?”

Shaking his black bangs out of his eyes, “I’ll kneel, I’ll beg-” He guessed he’d already accomplished the first two, Toji’s muzzle shoves against your puffy pussylips once more. “I’ll kill for it. I’ll die for it. I’ll eat this pussy out if it’s the only thing I can eat fer the rest of my life. I’ll keep this damn muzzle on and eat you out through this if I could-”

You throw head backwards with an arch, he was just aching—

“Then do it.”

And it’s all that Toji needs.

He doesn’t care if he’s wearing the canine muzzle anymore, he’s worked himself up into such a frenzy that all he needs is to throw your legs over his broad shoulders and kiss his puffy tongue against the bars. 

Shoving his tastebuds through one of the gaps in the bars. Crushing his muzzle between your legs- “C’mon.” Toji’s spitting into your open cunt, grunting as he just barely manages to flick your wet slit with his tastebuds. Bangs ruffling as he delves even deeper—“C’mon- c’mon- c’mon-”

After each determined pant of his, the wolf hybrid was bullying his muzzled face even deeper between your legs. An entirely new sensation with the way the cold metal was massaging your cunt, “O-oh, you really meant it, huh?”

And he doesn’t even answer.

You don’t think he even hears.

Nothing in his gone, rut-filled mind right about now but the problem of how he was finally going to taste you- and that’s when a sudden thought occurs to him.

Flattening his tastebuds against the muzzle, Toji’s somehow able to lick down the slit of your pussy. Moving his head in a loooooong up n’ down drag, he lets your juices fall all over his tongue and moans- “Pussy.”

Your skin erupts in goosebumps at the quivering tone of his voice, something oh-so-unsteady in it that makes your natural instincts scream at you.

Oh, but your body? 

Your body was bouncing up into Toji’s avid movements as if you were hypnotized by his tongue—“O-oh my god? How are you even managing to- fuck, it feels so good.” Shrilling out, your hamstring start to ache with how badly you were trying to get his tongue to go even deeper. Harder.

And you don’t even have to voice your concerns- because Toji’s slightly unlatching his mouth from your pussy and sniffing at the air. 

He could smell your need in your pheromones, he could smell it on your pussy. In no time, he was dragging you in by the waist until you’re being teetered on the very edge of the table. Slithering that long, slimy tongue alllll across your front- “Pussy.” He pants his mantra out, the buttony knob of his thumb coming up to press down on your clit then. “M’t-tasting your…” 

“Pussy- that’s right.” You’re babbling out, once more being jerked forwards by the needy man. “And that isn’t enough to soothe your thirst, Toji?” Not that you ever wanted him to stop.

“Fuck- you call that a taste?” He sounds almost offended, and you could tell- oh, you could tell that the real Toji Fushiguro wouldn’t be doing those cute lil’ kittenish licks at your folds. He wouldn’t just be teasing your sensitive core with these laps.

He was a wolf hybrid with a large bite. He wanted more.

Much, much more.

And by the way that those crescent fingernails of his were starting to dig at your sides, you could tell that Toji’s restraint was starting to wane. Slowly straining. Ebbing away.

Eating you out through that doggy muzzle, the more he’s crashing its metal fringes against your cunt- the more desperate he’s becoming to actually taste you. To plaster those pretty lips of yours against his entire face like he wanted to, “You call that ‘nough to satiate a thirst? You call- fuck, m’stil fucking dehydrated, bunny.” Pryin’ aside your folds to stare at your glistening hole, “And yer leaking all over.”

Your heeled feet twitch, “Are you saying you don’t want to-”

“No.”

Toji Fushiguro has never sounded more serious in his entire life. 

He’s urgently soothing his sizzlin’ tastebuds against the front of your core, “No no no no no-” Furiously motioning his head as if to make up for even the mere notion that he wouldn’t have this anymore. “I would never say that- never, fuck, a pussy like this and you think m’just gonna give her up so easily?”

Then the bars of his muzzle rub against your sensitive clit and make you gasp, “Then what-”

“M’just saying that m’thirsty, mama.” Toji growls, hooking his thick thumb on the inside of your entrance. He’s using his mean tip to stretch-stretch-streeeetch you widely open - so close and yet so far. “Predator-type hybrids have a laaaaarge appetite, y’know that, bunny?” He’s probin’ his stare up at you, watching your every lewd expression. “Heh, I could eat a cute lil’ bunny like you right up- so look at her.”

Spitting. You’re whining at the sudden impact, and Toji damn near does, too, as he looks down upon the mess he made n’ won’t be able to lick right up.

“And look at me.” The mesh of his muzzle scratches a carnal itch that you didn’t even know you had, “Fucking look at me.” There’s a certain way that he says it - as if his voice had suddenly veered octaves higher without control. As if he was shaking. As if he’d just gone crazed. “Can’t you see that m’acting like a damn dog here?”

Making you dizzy with both his filthy words and his filthy movements, “Oh, fuck- you really are-”

Dragging his handsome face on the sheeny insides of your thighs, he was just so close but so far. Begging. “My bunnygirl- my pretty bunny- pretty girl-” Canines peeking out, “What do you want me to do? What can I do to get ya to hop on my face n’ let me taste it?”

Your heart races at the way you had the Toji Fushiguro babbling for your pussy like this - if anyone else could see him right about now then they’d faint. “Then—” He’s excitedly bucking against your leg, humping his throbbing erection on your calf. “-bark like you want it.”

Toji Fushiguro’s mouth drops.

Toji Fushiguro’s hulking body twitches. Processing what you’d just told him.

And then he opens his scarred mouth and—lets out a low, growling bark.

Oh, you’ve never been wetter.

Still reeling with the sound in your ears - oh, you almost wish you’d recorded it - you’re mindlessly reaching a hand out and unhooking Toji’s muzzle. The most juvenile of locks that’d kept him barred. The easiest fix, now falling to the floor.

At least, you think it falls to the floor.

You honestly don’t see anything past unhooking the muzzle lock- before Toji’s on your cunt with his mouth, his lips, his fingers.

Two thrusts with his watering tastebuds, another thrust with his pointed index.

“Hold still.” It’s all you hear before your body arches at the sheer thickness of his tongue shoving past your swollen pussylips and fucking your hole raw. Ravenous. His slicked tip swabs against your insides, and you could feel each nubbed tastebud dragging against your every orifice.

And how could you not move? You’re being thrust forwards with the pressure - just the slightest few inches - but even that seemed to be too much for the wolf hybrid. He’s pinning his free hand down on your thigh…“Hold still.”

In and out. In and out

Toji isn’t even warming up- hell, he isn’t even taking the time to breathe before he shoves himself nose-deep between your jittery legs. 

Like he wouldn’t even mind suffocating, he’s eating you out like a man that’d been starved for eons. 

“P-pussy—” Toji echoes out his very same mantra, and you honestly don’t know which one of you was more gone by this point. 

Gulping in each sweet, sweet ounce of your slobber- “So this is what you taste like.” His tone cracks on that little sentence, “This is what wh-what your pussy feels like against my lips.” The breathy exhale that leaves him is almost reverent, it buzzes against your tender folds and you’re shrilling out at the shockwaves of pleasure. “What the fuck she tastes so- sweet.”

Your eyes snap open, and you’re staring down at the flushed man. “Sweet?”

“I can see your cute bunny ears twitching- heh, you like that.”

You’re whining as he drags you closer, until you’re almost resting fully on his face, only for him to take deeper whiffs of your cunt.

“And s’not just the rut, she just smells so damn good, too.” Toji blabbers out, not letting a single slick wad escape his ravenous mouth. With the crowned tops of his fingers, he’s smearing apart your hole. “And she sounds so- uh huh- whatever you say, kitty.” As if in the middle of a conversation, he’s nodding and spitting down another sticky web on your core. 

With his upper lip glued to the top of your entrance, he’s alternating between letting his fingers and his tongue shovel inside—

“Kitty’s sayin’ she’s never met another like me, either.”

“Now you’re just b-boasting.” Sobbing out. Nose pressing against your clit, he’s using this lecherous position to breathe in the cute bunny pheromones wafting from you.

“So fuckin’ sweet.” More to himself than anything, “It should be illegal to have such a pretty pussy- is this, fuck, some sorta test?”

“If this was a test, then you’d have failed a long time ago.” You’re letting your chin hit your chest, gazing down at Toji’s ministrations. He was thrusting his tongue so rapidly into your entrance that it looked like nothing but a needy, pinkish blur between your legs. Almost experimenting, you ask him. “Bark again, Toji?” And he does- oh, he does. Grinding against your legs as he shoved himself even deeper. “I th-thought you wanted only one taste?”

But the man beneath you only seems to smile, “Oh, I did just have one taste.” And he’s waiting for you to get just a lil’ stupider on his velvety tongue, “This is one taste.” He presses a wiiiidely opened kiss against your cunt, hot and wet. “And this is one more.” With the audacity to press another. “And one more-” And another. “Oooone more-” Another.

“Should’ve kept that muzzle on you…” You’re wailing, not meaning it a single bit. You both know that that muzzle wouldn’t have stopped him for a single second.

Thrash after vicious thrash, before you’re aching to have him reach your g-spot- and Toji, it seems, senses this. 

Because just then, he’s pulling back his prolonged tongue with such a weeeeeeeeeet slurp.

“And you’re leaking all over- do bunnies like water?”

Just to make sure, Toji bubbles out yet another wad of saliva that gently splats down on your cunt. Rubbin’ along the wetness of it, he’s using it as lubrication to try and fit three entire fingers inside of you.

Inch by solid inch.

The rotund areas of his joints driving you positively wild, they’re opening up every hidden orifice inside of you. Whether inside or outside, not matter how much you try to clench or buck or whine—your cunt gobbles Toji’s fingers up with a wet sluuuuuurp. “If not, better plug her up then.” His wide tongue flops out to catch the speckles of slick that kept splashin’ out, “More f’me- oh, this pussy.”

“Shit- stretching me out so much.” You’re seeing white as his ridged digits scour their way inside, stretching your elastic channel out wiiiiide. “You’re seriously- three?”

“Four.”

Of course, a fourth finger was mazin’ its way inside now - tugging aside your bloated folds so that he could slickly slide along your walls with the rest of them. Everywhere that Toji had mapped out with his tongue earlier, he was now fully committing to memory with his fingers.

“Hafta.” He gurgles out, dry humping your leg whilst he eats you out. “If she’s gonna take my knot then I need- hah, at least four.”

Your eyes damn near bulge out of your scalp, “Your knot is…seriously that big? How can one even th-think of fitting it-”

“Well, yer gonna be the first.”

“Oh—” Head throwing back, you’re bawling out at the constant rhythmic thump-thump-thump of him reaching every hidden spot and cranny. And like a damn dog in heat, he’s lapping and lapping away his sticky tongue on top of your clit. “M’not gonna last-”

Those pinkish tastebuds covered with a glazy layer of saliva and slick, with ribbons that always connect you to him. “Mmmm—”

He’s flexing his tongue down to juuuust press on your knobbly clit, and the pleasure is so much that Toji has to hold you down with his second hand on your thighs. Slithering all the way to the back of your ass so that he can grope you, “Sit down, bunny.” Such a mean command- whilst the inches of Toji’s fingers were scouring inside your walls to find…your g-spot. Easily.

He wastes no time directly pinpointing that particular spot and stroking it with his fingers.

Well—bashing it, more likely.

Because Toji was meeeeeean with his movements, he was impatient. He could feel you growing wetter and wetter- and took it upon himself to hit your g-spot feverishly. Pushing, poking, probing. “Heh, what a magical spot…fuck.” Jaw unhinging even wider open, he just couldn’t stop kissing your wet pussy. “Magical magical pussy- oh, I love you, kitty.”

“T-Toji—” With a twitch, you’re clawing at his sweaty scalp. “Don’t think m’gonna last very soon- actually, I think m’gonna-”

“Awww, how cute-” He eyes the way you’re shivering all over on his tongue, “-the bunny hops.”

“F-fuck off—fuck!”

Jaw dropping.

Head turning dizzy.

Your voice shatters into a million tones as you’re finally reaching your high, white-hot pleasure bursting behind your eyelids. Pulse thundering, it felt as though your entire body was burning up- almost as hot as Toji’s was.

His sizzling tongue, his scorching fingers that pushed n’ pushed n’ pushed away at your g-spot to drag you through your incredible high. 

“C’mon, kitty kitty~” The wolf hybrid whispers between your folds, plump lips wrapping around your clit and streeeeeetching out that sensitive nub. “Be nice to ‘er, mmm, give her a good one.” With each movement between your legs, Toji’s only growing greedier to take over your orgasm - make sure that it’s giving you the utmost pleasure

“It already feels so- oh.” And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Toji’s second hand is lifting off of your bottom to pinch your clit meanly.

Making you genuinely shake through your wave of bliss-

“C’mon c’mon c’mon-” His fingers plummet in thoroughly, hooking up to leave a few cute bruises on the roof of your cunt. “-gotta get ‘er loosened reeeeal nicely, have her stretched out to- to take my knot.”

Just the mere mention of that is making you sputter, and you’re finally managing to blink your teary eyes open as the strongest of your high peters out. The aftermath of it still shook you to your core, but at least you can manage to speak- “The knot that is…f-four fingers big, Toji?”

“Well…” As he was eating you out, Toji was still humping your calf. “-s’still gonna be a bit of a biiiig stretch with four fingers. But you can take it, can’t you, mama?”

Oh…

And when he’s sure that your orgasm has completely passed, when he’s sure he can no longer feel your cunt quivering with the peaks of your high, when he’s sure he’s overstimulated you by thrusting into you for just a bit longer—Toji’s pulling his fingers out of you and unlatching his mouth with a sopping mwah!

You’re trembling at the sudden loss of him filling you up.

Toji takes one look at his thick, slick-glazed fingers- and he’s plunging them between his scarred lips and slurping off the excess remnants. “Mmmm, can’t let a single drop go to waste.” That said, Toji’s finally - finally - rising from his kneeling position on the floor.

All tall and strong and needy.

A predator that’d finally cornered his prey.

He’s yanking his t-shirt off. He’s whipping his belt off. 

He’s so damn tight in his boxers that he actually has to stick a thumb over the hemline of his baggy pants and put some force- pulling it down. Boxers and all.

And oh.

Oh.

You can’t help but let your eyes widen, jaw dropping.

You weren’t getting out of this alive, were you?

The very moment that he’s freed from his boxers, Toji’s aching hot length springs out and hits his chiselled abs with a smack! Smearing a long, long line of pre that you almost wanted to reach out and smear- his red-hot tip was sensitive enough that just your stare makes him twitch.

He just kept on droolin’ away the milky lines of his sap. 

All the way from his flared mushroom tip throbbing rapidly, down the zig-zagging veins that puffed out proudly, down to the tuft of curly hairs that ended at his base, his ballsack. And already, you could see an extra extra thickness formulating at Toji’s hilt, where his knot was bound to grow.

And was that—

You gasp, “Toji, your boxers are drenched in white-”

“I know.” He grunts out, as if it pained him. Though the slight smirk on his face told an entirely different story, his rugged thumb wafts over the few pearls of white dappling his length. “I know- that kitty made me cum just by eating her out. How’s that for a needy dog?”

Oh, fuck.

All nine inches of him (hell, likely even ten if you measured properly) was achingly hot and pulsating to be inside of you. This very second.

Looking up at him - naked, needy - after staring down for so long made quite the difference. You’re remembering just how intimidating this wolf hybrid is. And something revealed in the pheromones you’d given off makes him crack a sultry smirk. “C’mere bunny.”

Instinctually, your body’s lurching backwards for escape-

Only for Toji to grasp your rabbit ears using one of his hands, dragging you off the table with them.

“M-my ears!” You’re yelping, though not quite in pain, rather…something else entirely. Clawing up at Toji’s strong forearms as he’s twisting you ‘round by the ears, making your front face the table, his erection pushed up against your ass. 

Thick and throbbing.

You could feel the way he was throbbing furiously as your heated pussylips splashed slick all over him. “Such finicky creatures, always wanna run. Don’t you know that you won’t be able to outrun me?” 

“Toji, mm, don’t you know that my ears a s-sensitive?” Even now, the slightest rub against them made you lose your mind, and Toji - that bastard - was running his calloused thumb all down the soft insides of your ears. Driving you positively wild—

“Ears schmears.” Rolling his eyes with a gruff grunt, he guides a second hand to cup his thickened hilt. Smearing apart your swollen folds with it, he’s sandwiching himself in with your cunt. “Don’t think I don’t know how horny ya get when I pull on ‘em a little, bunny.”

“Horny?” You gape.

“Mhmm—think I can’t smell it on ya?”  As if to prove his point, his nostrils flare to heave in your saturated sunny lavender scent - and it’s like the more volume he’s intaking, the rougher he becomes, the more he’s rutting against that wet pussy of yours. “I can—fuck, I can. That day in class-”

Pushing his veiny shaft right up against your geysering orifice, just the slightest change in angle and he’d be stuffing you full with no mercy. “Oh, fuck-”

“I could smell it on ya, so fucking strong- you got so damn soaked that you were practically announcing it to the class that cute Miss Bunny liked to be thrown around.” Dragging and draaaaagging his hot, sloppy cock against your front. “She liked to be manhandled a little. Liked it rough- and that kitty of hers likes it even more.”

Bawling, “P-please, Toji.”

“And guess what?”

“What?”

“I would’ve killed any other bastard that found out about it.”

Your ears twitch in his grasp, and he’s leaning down to press a slight kiss on top of them. Something that makes you utter out, “No one knows- hck! no one but you.”

“Good.” You could practically hear the grin in his voice, the way his plump cockhead only seemed to throb even bigger. “Because I have a secret of my own, bunnygirl.”

“What’s that?”

“That day was exactly what threw me into rut.”

Oh.

And before you know it, you’re being spearheaded by Toji’s massive cock- swirlin’ his tip around the outer rim of your hole a few times. Around and aroooooound until your pupils are whirling in much the same way in the whites of your eyes.

Sliding his sultry way between those puffy lips of yours and inside—

“Oh.” Toji’s scarred mouth gapes open, Toji’s muscular body wracks with such powerful shivers. In a split-second - so fast that you don’t think he’s even thinking about it - he has one had white-knuckling those damn sensitive ears of yours. “O-ohhhhh, wait a minute. Hold on, bunnygirl.”

And then he’s snapping his toned hips to yours with such force that it sends you springing further up on your desk, sending important documents fluttering and falling all around you.

Scrambling to hold onto something for dear life, “Oh my god-”

“I said fuckin’ hold on.”

“But I didn’t-”

But when Toji Fushiguro tells you to hold you, you better know that he means it - otherwise you’re finding yourself simply drooling on the size of his monstrous cock, being limply manhandled downwards with one hand of his on your waist, and the other on your ears.

Grabbing those silky appendages and using it to yank you down- “Where’s the rush, little bunny?” And you could’ve sworn that Toji’s words were slurring, they were stumbling over one another. Scalding hot breath wafting your neck, right where your tender scent glands throbbed. “Got somewhere to be? Don’t run from the big, bad wolf, little bunny.”

“Oh my- ngh.” With another inch shovelled deep into your orifice - Toji doesn’t care whether you’re struggling to take him right about now, doesn’t care whether your sultry cunt was bulging with the size of him already.

He had one hand on your ears tuggin’ you back and forth like a ragdoll, meeting your hips with rude—hard hammer. Push after push.

Barely even proper thrusts, to be honest, you had Toji’s mind scrambled with just the slightest clench of your raw pussy. And he was fucking shaking as he held onto your body - for dear life, just as you were, not that he’d damn admit it - rutting against you like a damn dog. And he panting, too, as if he’s run a mile and suddenly his slick drool was pouring out in bucketloads against the side of your throat. “Come and play- hah, I’ve heard that bunnies like it quick and hard but come n’ play with the big, bad wolf a little…”

“And how m’I supposed to play when you do it like-” You’re whining at the sudden tug at your ears once more, not fully under his lecherous use to keep you bouncing back on his cock. “-this, ngh?”

“Why…don’t you know that wolves like it a little rough?”

And just as roughly as he swabbin’ away at your insides with his length, that velvety tip of his was just curved perfectly to push into even your tiniest orifice. To stretch you wide open. To bury himself even deeper even though you were sure his sheer size couldn’t.

And the more inches that were finding its way stuffed deeeeeep inside your pussy, the more and more that Toji was losing his composure. 

“Little bunny- oh, my bunny—” As if it was his own personal mantra, or he was a broken record player on repeat. 

Toji was so damn pussydrunk with only a few vicious thrusts, that he didn’t even like the way your body would bounce away with the recoils of his thrusts. And he’s pinning you down with everything he can- hell, he’s hiking up one of his meaty thighs to rest on the top platform of your desk and probing.

Muttering, almost to himself with how breathy and quiet it was. “Come back t’me- don’t run away- oh, don’t run away.” A few more inches find themselves mazing between your gummy walls, and your eyes roll back from the stretch. Still not properly bottomed-out yet. “The resistance- fuck, I’ve gotta get rid of this resistance.”

Because your entrance juuuust big enough for him to do a valiant job in trying to fit inside. And he needed it to be bigger. Needed you to fit more…

“C’mon- this pussy.” Toji’s struck with the idea to snake his left hand between your trembling legs, swiping away at your pulsating clit. “K-kiiiiitty, her cute clit didn’t feel neglected by me, did she?” Scissoring you wider open, he giggles at the way they almost look like bunny ears. “Oh, my apologies, mama, now m’here and you just-” Each word punctuated with the more precise thwack! of his hips, “-have- to- take it, alright?”

“Take it take it take it-” Babbling away, you’re just fucked so utterly stupid on his cock by now.

“So you’re gonna take it all?” And it was a serious question. It was a question that could honestly break Toji Fushiguro right now- fuck, when did he get so weak? “Take it so that you can t-take my knot, too?”

“Oh—” So that’s what he’d been carnally hankering for this entire time, “It’s j-just so much—” You’re blabbering out, throat feeling as if it was cracking underneath all the pressure. In your hazy vision, you’re seeing stars as the wolf hybrid starts plunging his reddened tip against that favorite spot. The rotund end of his shaft tapping at your insides, sliding his velvety inches all inside and inside and inside. “Oh my god, there’s so much- what if I can’t fit your-”

“So much?” Toji breathes out a chuckle, “So much? Bunny, if this is so much- then I don’t wanna know how full you’ll feel when I finally fuck you pregnant.” 

You gawp, “You’re gonna fuck me pregnant-”

“Patience, bunny, no need to beg. Of course, I am.” The audacity of him- to twist your words and then have a snicker about it. Before a staggering probe of his length leaves you utterly speechless, “But before that we’ve still got a loooong way to go, don’t you know?”

Clawing at your desk, though the effort was futile. You could feel yourself slipping down his fat cock even deeper, with such lecherous squelches. “But y-you’re a wolf, and I’m a rabbit. I don’t know how it’ll even fit-”

“Oh, it’ll fit.”

He sounded oh-so-sure of himself, and you weren’t sure how - especially for a wolf hybrid that was currently rabid on your cunt. Ravenous for it. 

Blushing, perspiring, swearing any time you clenched too hard. 

But soon enough you’re getting your answer either way, because Toji’s giving a good swat at your clit- planting a final half-thrust between your legs before he’s finally bottoming out.

Finally.

“See…see?” He hisses through his teeth, canines bared and drooling right above your scent glands. “Who did you fuckin’ think I am- see? Told you I’ll make it fit.” Toji didn’t fucking care if you were still getting used to the feeling of him poking at your lungs, because he was already moving.

Already pounding you dizzy.

Already snapping his eyes down at your cunt and smiling at the way your folds were puckering whenever he pulled out and in. Taking him sloppily. Every inch of him. All the way from his slicked-up mushroom tip, and doooooown to his veiny hilt. His knot hadn’t started to formulate just yet, but he guessed that it would be soon. “Said you won’t be able to take me but you did—tha’s my girl.”

“Your girl- your girl, mmm.” All you can do at this point is surrender to the way that his pointed jackhammers felt, the force so hard that it was lifting your feet off the floor. 

“See how- fuck- well you’re taking me? See how yer made to be fucked full- by me? Stuffed with all my kids, fuck?” Toji grunts out, emptying his gluey wads of pre at your cervix. “Don’t hop away from me, cute lil’ bunny- fuck back into your Toji—yes.” Just so rough that your hips were quivering after each movement, even the slightest gyration back.

You could genuinely feel the vibrations of him bottoming-out with a hollow thud! at the very bottom of your pussy, “Do you feel me at your throat?” Burrowing his bruising tip in hard—“At your brain? Shuffling that pretty lil’ head of y-yours around, am I?”

“Oh my- ngh.” Shaking, you’re feeling so limp by now. 

“Yeahhh, proved my point.”

He still had that one hand down on your clit, getting drenched in the arousal that kept on spraying out of you. “S’okay, mama, you don’t have to think about anything but- ngh, baby names right now- ya hear me?”

Absent-mindedly babbling, “Baby…names…”

And that’s when he’s dragging you so far back by your bunny tears that your spine is arching into him- head against Toji’s prominent collarbone, your spittle coming out like a waterfall, your cunt being impaled by his thick length and ending up…right at your g-spot.

“Oh fuh-fuck—!” You’re keening, body flailing almost out of control had you not been pinned down by Toji’s hefty weight.

“Oh, fuh-fuck?” He’s saying, and it takes you a few more vulgar thrusts to realize that he’d just repeated what you said. Toji’s lower lip juts out in a mocking pout, “I don’t think s’a a good name for a baby, bunnygirl- too inappropriate, ngh, no?”

You’re gritting your teeth, cursing his mean words out in your mind - at least, whatever rational part of it was left. Using that, you’re still able to get your hips to fuck back into his- the flared line of his slit just perfectly rubbin’ against your sweetest spots. “Oh- r-right there, Toji.”

Again and again. 

It’s a pleasure that’s so overwhelming that you almost don’t hear his distant scoff- “Toji?” And you’re almost about to ask what was wrong before- “Mmm, but that’s my name, bunny, and you really wanna give it to our kid?”

“I’m going to fucking kill y-”

“Or maybe Toji Junior?” Toji crinkles his nose in thought, as if he wasn’t properly ravaging and ravaging your goopy insides until they felt all red and raw. “Hmmm…not a fan- what else have ya got up in that- ngh, pretty mind of yours, mama?” With absolutely no warning, the hand that’d been drawing circles at your clit suddenly piiiiinches that nub.

Drags it all out until you’re just shrilly whining, “Fuck, I think it’s coming-” And then comes out a garbled mess of moans and tears as you’re flashing through to your second high of the night.

This one comes to you suddenly, without any of the blissful crackles that usually preceded your orgasms - but you had to admit that this one was the strongest. The hardest. The sloppiest one you’ve ever encountered in your entire life.

You were so wet that even the slightest clench draws out a dampened sluuuurp from your pussy, piping out in dewdrops of cum that cling onto Toji’s shaft. His blushin’ hot tip reaches into your every corner, somehow bashing your g-spot exactly in time with your peaks.

“Mmm, bless you, bunny.” He’s replying, somewhat belatedly to your mess of noises. And even over the smacking of skin, you hear the exact moment that Toji’s coming to the realization. “Bless- blessing, oh—I think I have the perfect baby name, mm, bunnygirl.”

Blinking your teary eyes behind you, “And- and that is?”

“Megumi.”

You can’t deny that the thought of an actual baby name sends shivers down your spine, and you don’t need to think much of it before you’re looking over your shoulder and begging- “I-inside, Toji.” Sliding one of your hands down your front in emphasis, “Cum inside me if you want that- ngh, then…”

“Fucking hell-”

It’s just then with a few vicious plunges that Toji’s cumming, too. 

Stripe after stripe of his aching hot seed, it empties out in multiple layers against the back of your pussy. And you’re not sure whether you’re seeing white because of the sheer ecstacy or the sheer volume of him.

It’s so hot.

So wet.

Such sappy ribbons that lacquer a second gluey skin ‘round your channel, you can feel it splosh around you even with the tiniest movements. Thump-thump-thumped into your orifices inside by his cock.

He’s pumping out so many wads that they end up overspilling your cunt with almost no effort, a few dewy droplets that Toji has to scoop inside using his thickened thumb. “Fucking hell, you’re just begging to be fucked pregnant, aren’t you?” Snarling, he drives his hips even faster. “From the very beginning- begging to let me fill this kitty? Begging to be all r-roooooound and glowing with my child-”

You grab at the mahogany wood in front of you and he’s dragging you back-

“Begging to not leave this damn office until you’re carrying my child, hm?”

“Yes-” You gasp, “Yes yes yes yes—”

“Then get pregnant.” Toji grunts out, holding onto you- he moves on from your ears to grab at your fluffy tail and draaaaag you back, “Get pregnant get pregnant- get- fuck, you’re not thinking about tapping out yet, are you?”

Lolling your head against the table, in a puddle of your own drool. “N-no?”

“Good. Because I need you to say one thing, bun-” 

“And what is-”

“Knot.”

“Kn-ngh…” You can’t even finish that damned syllable—not when Toji’s then squeezing in the plump growth at his base like that. That firmness you’d been feeling pressed up against your cunt this entire time? That was none other than his knot.

Pushing and pushing.

Probing.

“C’mon- say it.” Toji reaches up a hand from your clit, lugging open your mouth. “Breathe in. breathe out. And saaaaaay it- knot.” Smushing your cheeks open, “Open yer mouth up real wide like this- yeah, now open those legs up real wide, too.”

“It’s actually fitting in-”

“Easy there- eeeeeasy there, don’t run.”

Sobbing out at the carnal stretch, “Knot- fuck—” Your eyes roll to the back of your head- you thought that Toji was big earlier, but you’d never felt anything like this. His rotund swelling, throbbing as he squeezes it inside of you with a wet plop! “You just made me take your-”

“Bet’cha never had something like this, hm? Now we know s’taking, bun.” He hums, tapping at the completely stuffed orifice of your cunt, filled to the brim, stuffed to every inch. “All safe n’ sound- but…”

“But?” Still trying to catch your breath.

“But if it doesn’t take right now…heh, well-” 

And before you know it, Toji’s reached over to gnaw his long canines down your scent glands. He’s pricking his sharp edges against the soft tissue, tearing into them, biting into them. Your scent is his and his scent is yours, completely infused: mates, as it went.

All before he’d even finished his program, Toji’s saturated air puffs out of his own scent glands- body still frenzied, almost as if he was looking to go into overdrive—“-I read somewhere that you bunnies can go at it two-hundred times a day.”

You really weren’t making it out of this alive.

.

.

.

Graduation Day of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.

“It’s odd that madam bunny is late-”

“And on arguably the most important day of the program, too-”

“I hope she’s alright.” Ijichi looks nervously around the training field, as if willing you to manifest from behind a bush or so any second now. It was almost unnerving being here when you weren’t, always the first in class, always there to greet them.

Utahime herself was wringing her hands as she let her class mill about for the first portion of the day, peering at the building and the entrance from time to time. “Maybe…maybe we should just get on with it.” She says, much to the shock and disappointment of the class. A pondering silence falls over the beautiful day, “Perhaps she’s running late and shall get here before the graduation ceremony is over-”

“Maybe we should have someone call her residence and find out whether something’s wrong?” Surprisingly, it’s Ijichi that pipes up.

“Yeah, do that-”

“Oh maybe we should at the reception-”

“Oh, alright.” Utahime hums, “I’ll go call her, Ijichi you’re in charge of the class until I-”

“I’m here—!”

Ah, there. Ijichi smiles to himself in satisfaction, so there was really no need to call you anymore. 

Now you could carry on with the graduation as you were meant to, you could hand over the certificates, you could shake their hands with that pretty smile of yours, you could- you could speed-walk up to them with a certain wolf-hybrid on a leash.

Ijichi’s eyes damn near bulge out of his skin—a certain wolf hybrid on a leash?

Yes, the next time you’re walking back to your program, it’s with Toji Fushiguro on a leash.

The whispers burst out instantly-

“Oh my god- is that…someone certainly graduated alright.”

“So they have that kind of relationship? Look at the bite marks on her neck-”

“Wait, why is seeing the big, bad wolf all tame like this kinda…”

“Sorry I’m late.” You’re announcing, slightly out-of-breath with the added weight of your new companion. You’re twisting your hands in the tough material of the leash, one end of it held by you, and the other attached to the brand-new red collar wrapped around Toji’s neck.

His lightly grunting underneath his breath when you tug, snarling through his oh-so-favorite muzzle. And even the restraint wasn’t enough to stop some of the attendees from taking a step or two back, “A little someone was a bit…distracted and didn’t want to come to graduation- I convinced him, though. But I had to bring him in like this, ah- y’know.” They look at your slightly-trembling legs, they look at your glowing beauty, they look at the garish bonding mark on the side of your throat…and they can already guess what type of distraction that had been.

Oblivious to the roar of whispers (almost) you’re looking from your stunned class to your stunned colleague, her lips parted. “So it was a mating ritual—oh my god Shoko owes me two thousand yen.” Utahime reaches for her phone to call up Shoko this time, babbling something about coming down to the field right now.

“That’s not what you should be asking.” Toji pipes up for the first time, making nearly everyone freeze in place at his rough baritone. 

 In amusement, his tail swishes- his hand reaches up to your marked throat, your swollen scent glands (no longer covered), “Easy boy.”

“M’just saying.” Before finally coming at rest in front of you, in front of just where he’d filled that pretty womb of yours last night. “There are better questions to be asking now, heh.”

“L-like what?” Ijichi, bravely, is the only one to ask.

Oh, poor Ijichi…

“Like ‘boy or girl?’”

A/N. Two Toji fics in a (not quite) row?! GAAAAAASP- also I wrote this between an 18-hour powercut erm.

Shit.

He had a feeling this would happen.

Because Geto Suguru rarely ever had to take multiple takes whenever he was filming - he was no novice in this business. Far from it, in fact. 

Bearing the title of one of the most-watched porn actors in history - and the five-time crowned winner of the most beautiful, as well - the audience loved him, and the directors loved him even more with just how many big, fat cheques he’d rake in easily.

And you?

That gorgeous newbie paired up with him today that was absolutely ruining him. 

“Sorry-” Your honeyed tone snaps him out of his syrupy reverie, and the little smile on your face is so innocent compared to just a few seconds ago. “M’still new to this, so I think it was my fault.”

Yeah, ruining him. 

“Not at all. S’cute.” Geto’s plastering one of his suave grins all across his mean mouth, and without a second thought, he’s thumbing away that translucent little splatter of precum at the edge of your kiss-bitten lips. Wetting the curvaceous pad of his thumb, “Besides, don’t worry yourself, pretty lady. I don’t think a uh- what was it- clan leader would stutter as much as I did.”

And oh, he wished he could sneak in a few more glimpses of your laugh, music to his ears. Wondering what it’d feel like to have it vibrate around his still rock-hard cock. But alas, swiftly, the director’s clapping a hand down on Geto’s broad shoulder. 

“Suguru- my star! What happened back there?” the older man bares him with a toothy grin that said it wouldn’t last there much longer if he made any more mistakes at today’s shooting.

It was the first time in years that he had to have a word of reprimand. And he wasn’t even fucking you today-

“Nothing.”

“Are we sure-”

“Nothing.” Firmer, this time, with a dangerous tinge that no other actor would dare have. His glassy eyes - still foggy from the slide of your tongue, still aching for more of it - fixate sideways on you getting your make-up retouched right beside him. Clearing his throat, “I won’t fumble next time. Promise.”

But shit, only a few seconds before the next take - the high-definition cameras rolling, the heady lighting fixated on the two of you - and he already feels like he’s about to lose it.

“Said you were a rookie, right? You sure about that, screen queen?” he’s leering a slightly-smug grin down at you, the curved edges of his lips twitching at that little industry nickname of yours.

He’d heard it here and there - mainly whenever Gojo was raving about you, but never did he think you would end up being so…so addictive. 

Of course, he’s going to brag to his best friend as soon as this is over.

You’re gifting him with a bratty huff, “I’ve only been making videos for a few months, y’know? So I’ve never had to have a blowjob scene with someone so-” 

And with a gulp, your syrupy eyes flicker downwards at his achingly hard cock - famed for just how massive Geto was. Already so creamy with a glistening coating of precum drizzling down his thumping veins, standing so thoroughly and thickly upright that it made your drenched thighs squeeze. Yearning to steal another taste of that furiously strawberry-blushed fat tip. “-so big.”

Shit, Geto could feel his fattened cock jolt already. 

Hissing, “S-save it for the camera, honey.”

“Okay! Take 2, Act 1 of 1 from Cult Leader Geto.” A ringing voice cuts through your saturated air, and he’s settling back into his poised seated position on that decadently throne-like chair, you on your knees. “ACTION!”

“Messing up such an important mission, hm?” Geto spits, stern voice targeting you at your very dripping core. Sear-like grip making your throat burn, fuming, “Y’know there’s only one way to make up for it, right, honey?”

Your lips wobble oh-so-adorably when he hits them with a splattering smack! smack! smack! of his painfully hard length. Making you mumble, “Wh-what do I hafta-”

And maybe because it was part of the script, maybe because Geto couldn’t last hearing another melodic note of your sweetened voice - he’s shoveling all girthy inches of his swollen cock past your velvety lips. 

Unapologetically.

Filthily.

God…it was so easy to forget all the cameras with your tongue.

Pressing the reddened curve of his weepy cockhead to nestle hot and heavy on your tastebuds, your jaw aches with the sheer weight of his hefty shaft throbbing away comfortably on your tongue. 

And you swear you can feel big, bulbous tears welling up behind your eyes with how every ounce of blood in Geto’s body comes rushing down into his steaming length. Expanding his rotund head to grow even thicker-

“Shit.” he gasps. “Shit shit shit shit-” Brows scrunching, drooling maw falling slack. Every muscle in his hulking body bows to hunch forwards in his chair, until your tight throat was choking around the thick curve of his swollen tip. One attractively tattooed hand splayed out firmly on the back of your head, “Take it- y-yeah, take it why dontcha? If ya wanna make it up to your leader.”

God, he didn’t know if the cockdrunken way you were nodding was even real - but it made him groan just the same. 

Sobbing out a swelteringly hot squelch! of syrupy precum that drips teasingly down the already-messy walls of your mouth. “Heh, maybe ya can even be my s-second-in-command with a mouth like this.”

And he’s giggling out in an almost hysterical way, head throwing backwards when his powerful hips rut up in slow grinds. Back and forth back and forth- that have your now-puffy lips stretching around so widely around his fat cock. 

Struggling. Shit, he’s the biggest you’ve ever had.

Geto already knew his agent was going to be on his ass for veering just the slightest degree off the script.

But he didn’t care about that right now.

How could he? Not when the drag of your tongue was swirling around his steamingly hot girth in languid swivels, over and over fighting to trace every one of his prominent veins thumping angrily inside your mouth. 

You whine at the saccharine sweet taste of his precum shooting down your throat in wet sputters, “S-Sugu-”

Fuck. 

Geto hears himself whimper a pathetic noise as soon as you’re tugging yourself off of his leaky cock, pressing wet peck after peck up the underside of his messy shaft. It’s glossing in glinting lip-prints that he half-wishes he could tattoo. Slipping and sliding to sloppily plant your mouth along the bawling divot at the very end of his rosy pink head. 

“Mhm–” he’s drawling, movements as slow as gliding through molasses when one of his strong legs comes to circle around your body. Muscles flexing so tight that if he angled just right he could squeeze that pretty throat of yours. He bites his lip, “Suck on my ah- tip- c’mon, gorgeous. Heheh, yeah gimme a pretty peck, why dontcha?”

With a smug smirk, he’s guiding through trembly digits to thwack! thwack! thwack! his thick hilt in wet splatters across your lips. Only to figure out that he didn’t even have to bother.

Because your sweet mouth was so ravenously reattaching back onto him, starkly raw lips glissading down the bulge of his Prince Albert. Your deft tongue swivels in such a filthy way down the underside of his slit, cheeks hollowing as you suck. 

“Spit.”

“S’this-” you hiccup, widened eyes pleading. Spitting out a silvery glob of saliva onto the very edge of his tip, “S’this good, sir?”

Fuck, for a second there he almost forget that every one of your lines are scripted. And he deliriously wonders what if would be like if you called him that for real 

“Hmmm, dunno.” His thumb smears across that pool of precum beside your lips - popping it into his mouth tastefully, “Jus’ a bit deeper to make sure. You can do it- c’mon.”

Swallowing up those solidly girthy inches of Geto’s so deliciously. Your nose presses against those drenched tufts of black at his toned pelvis, jittery fingers coming around to massage sultry little circles around his tight, cum-filled balls. 

“Heh, think I prefer ya like this-” he’s restless now. Close. Knitting his brows rudely together, abs clenching mouth-wateringly at every wet gyration of his cock hitting the very back of your throat. And he couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop, not even if the director yells cut this time. “-all pliant, n’ shutting up that bratty mouth of yours.” Geto arches his spine so flexibly - a specialty of his - all the way enough to whisper in a hoarse pant of feverish condensation against your ear. “All mine.”

Geto can barely even finish his line - or his train of thought, before with a wracing shudder, he’s cumming and cumming harder than he has in his entire life. 

Oozing out the wettest wads of his thick cum, so much of his wispy white seed gushing across in dripping glides into the cavern of your mouth. Back and forth with every jackhammer. The money shot smearing all down your pretty chin.

And fuck, just the way he can feel it sloshing around in a tidal wave inside your mouth makes him groan out your name.

Barely even registering the way it’ll have to be cut out in editing later, no- all he can think about is how heavenly you were milking him. Twisting your tongue to drag out his hazy orgasm, to swipe up even more of it from his piercing, you blink up in satisfaction.

Letting it overspill. 

“Heh, fuck-” Geto’s tongue was dangerously loose now, mouth curling up into a simpering smile down at you when he’s bursting out in even more velvety ribbons of cum. It drips halfway down your jaw, washing a perfectly milky lipstain on you. Muttering, “Wish I could fuck you- god, I would-”

He’s cutting himself off with a dampened gasp, just as the chilling air on-set hits his hard erection. 

In urgent moves, Geto’s pulling out of your silken soft mouth to drag you upwards with the hand tightened around your throat, crashing his lips into your own with sudden need.

Unsteady. Sodden. French kisses. 

This wasn’t in the script - and you whine at the cool metal against his cushy mouth. A tongue piercing. Shit, he had one to match his dick.

Swirling it across your own lips, Geto hears you moan in that sweet voice of yours just as you taste him - taste yourself on him - and he’s sucking on your tongue just as you did with his cock. Pooling all the dredges of salty seed on his own, before spitting it back out-

“Tell yer agent-” he murmurs throatily, two fingers roughly wrangling your mouth shut. To make you swallow. His popping ears ignore the calls from the director for the scene to be cut. Finally completed. And Geto licks up the excess remnants of cum down your lips. “-to let me have ya again sometime, gorgeous.”

CULT MEMBER SLUT GETS TAUGHT A LESSON BY HER LEADER!

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Now, it wasn’t normal for Geto to run home freshly after a shooting and…research his scene partner. To spend what seemed like hours upon hours pouring over every single video and picture you’d blessed his obscene mind with.

You.

An up-and-coming new actress, but already dubbed the nickname of screen queen. Loved by many for that sultry sweet smile of yours and just how gorgeous you were when you were all fucked stupid. 

Everybody wanted you.

And Geto - oh, Geto was out of his mind. 

Shit, he’s thinking through his saturedly needy thoughts, eyes locked on the two sweat-sheened bodies on-screen. It was an earlier one of you and legendary veteran porn actor, Toji Zenin, and the more he eyed the way your bugging pussy so readily swallowed each of his greedily girthy inches - the more he was fucking jealous his agent only booked a simple blowjob scene. Peering at the title-

DILF-NEXT-DOOR GIVES SCREEN QUEEN AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.

That should be him.

The wet schwf! of clothes upon skin emanate throughout his penthouse bedroom when Geto unthinkingly drags the soft mountains of his palm down his throbbingly hard erection. Eyeing at how Toji was smearing your sopping pussy lips open, giving Geto the perfect view-

Shit, that should be him.

Holding back a low moan, “Fuck-” he scrambles to hit the camera icon on his trembling phone, all but ripping his pants down to set free his ravaging cock. “God- m’so fuckin’ hard-”

He doesn’t even know who he’s talking to right about now - the audience, or you. 

But all he can think about right now are those sparking stars behind his lids as soon as he runs the solid curve of his thumb along the bump of his swollen head. Still not fully hard, Geto squeezes his fat hilt just the way he remembers you did earlier today.

“S’all because of y-you, y’know?” he’s gritting through clenched teeth, batting those long dark lashes of his right up at the camera. “Why’d you hafta look at nhgh- m-me that way.”

God, his digits were only half as soft as yours were. And he keens at the rough drag of his fingerprints down the sensitive spots at every ride and curve. Melty mind stumbling through every mindless half-thrust into his fist.

Over and over.

God, he felt like a hormonal teenager all over again.

He’s panting - gasping. Every rutting fuck up into his hand leaving his heavy balls clenching painfully, teeth clamping. 

Geto’s never been this needy - this desperate to try and graspingly remember what your moans had sounded like through his phone speaker not too long ago. It’s all he can do to sink his sharp canines down onto his fist, desperately holding back whimpers upon whimpers that threaten to spill out into the open.

Yet, they do, anyway.

“M-make me so fuckin’ horny, honey-” he’s swiping at the lazy trickle of drool down the edges of his drunkenly upturned grin. Puffing away the long, inky hair curtaining his eyes to splay out across the bed. “Such a perfect body ya have- such a perfect pussy. Wish I could fuck it.”

Because that delicious arch in your back was practically burned into Geto’s mind, how your slutty cunt was slobbering down gloss after gloss of your sweet, sweet juices down Toji’s fat cock. He’d been massive - rivaling Geto, honestly - and he couldn’t help but muse whether you’d take him that well, too. 

Would you cry out and beg for more? 

Would you bat your lashes and tell him to slow down- only to huff and puff in that naughty way of yours when he does?

You were…you were so pretty. And all he ever wanted to do was wreck that equally pretty pussy of yours, and ruin your makeup, and you. 

You you you you-

Geto’s wrist aches down his tall shaft, stuttering up and down, he flicks his thumb wetly underneath his sensitive slit. Neatly grazing his manicured fingernail underneath the glazed bump, “I’d ruin ya, y’know?” Geto chokes out, and he doesn’t even have to fake the purring moan in his tone. The way his voice lilts embarrassingly higher in volume and pitch, gliding all the way up to nudge in wet peppered kisses across his chilling piercing. “Would make ya shut up on m’cock- hngh- until ya can feel my piercing branding into ya. Ruin everyone else f-for ya.”

God, the camera was so shaky right about now - and he half-wonders whether he wants to post this. Nothing like the usual professional set-up you’d usually see on Geto’s promotional tweets. 

And then shit, just the thought of you actually seeing this video has him almost dropping his phone onto the dampened silken sheets below. His overly saturated mind liked to think that you’d like it, that you might even slip your own soft hand down into your flimsy excuse of panties.

“Fuck- fuck.” Geto bounces his head back onto the plush pillows, thighs shuddering even further open, catching every pearlescent bead of precum being smeared down his thickening length. Filthy. So fucking filthy. Making him arch- “Look what you do- look how you’ve got me- fuck-”

He was practically humping up like an animal now. Out of control. Each moan breaking into a whine in a way that Geto can’t stop even if he wanted to. 

And the more he thought about you the more-

“Oh h-honey-” One of Geto’s thumb trails their way down to press down at the very middle of the twitchy curve of his balls. Hard. Hiccuping back a mewl of your name, he’s nodding like he doesn’t even realize. “M’gonna cum hah- m’gonna cum, okay? You’ll hafta take it all t-take it hngh-”

And it’s just a few more merely sloppy grinds before Geto’s spurting out in thick streams of cum. So much of it.

He’s fucking his fist like he wishes it was you. It’s making such a mess down his greedy fingers, coating down to his wrist in a gleaming sheen of creamy white. Easier to make him slip up, up, up, and down his swollen, red shaft trying to dredge up something delicious from the very ends of his weepy divot. 

He lets his phone drop, thick thighs straddling upon each side of the screen to jerk his achy cock off like your pretty face was just underneath him. Furious. Fast. A low ah! ah! ah! rasping through each breath.

God, his fingers weaken around his cock. Moving as if on auto-pilot when he circles his trickling wet fingers around his own rosy pink nipples - all glistening down his tattoos as if they’d been laminated, they made for the perfect wet dream - then all the way up to suck on them. Cleaning. Tasting himself.

Fuck, wishing it was your hand.

Wishing you were here.

All Geto could think about is if you were here right now, then he’d swipe his blushing tip down your lips, instead - reel you into a dripping wet kiss just like before. He grunted at just how badly he wanted to taste on your candied tongue again-

Still so sensitive from the shoot with you before, Geto’s breathing out in heaves, pants. Tears prickling at the very ends of his bleary eyes, he bites down furiously on his coral pink lips, trying for the fucking life of him to not cum in blanks right now. 

He does, actually.

Again. And again and again- spazzing cockhead jerking out a few wispy wet ribbons of his seed, before giving way into nothing. And if you listened closely to the crackling audio, you could almost hear Geto whimper.

Yet, he doesn’t even notice until his thumb swipes shakily onto that red end button on the video.

Doesn’t even register until he’s pulling up his infamously lewd Twitter account, the voice of his agent ringing in his pounding ears from today on something about “promo for your upcoming video” with every few hasty clicks on-screen.

Geto posts.

And he doesn’t even glance a second time at the screen before darting back into his browser history, searching ravenously for any more morsel of you he could dig up.

Because Geto Suguru might just be addicted.

@GetoTheCursed: For @ScreenQueen

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“Y’look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” Gojo’s angling your head just enough for the blinking camera to drink in that milky trail of slick trickling down the corners of your puffed-up pussy lips. Musing at how it probably couldn’t capture half as how pretty you are with his massive cock bullied snugly into your strugglingly bulging cunt. “Isn’t that right, Suguru?”

“Heh-” The other man only shifts his legs to manspread more comfortably on Gojo’s plush mattress, leaning back on two elbows. “Don’t I know.”

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If Geto Suguru was the king of videos, then Gojo Satoru was the king of streaming. Wracking thousands upon hundred thousands - perhaps close to millions - that watched him strip down and bare the winking camera with his cocky, girthing inches. And today, he just-so-happened to have a special guest.

Two, actually, after hearing about your latest film with each other.

His long-time best friend, and the rookie actress he’d been just as obsessed with lately. And the tons of viewers right now were loving this combination.

Your greedy hips squirm ravenously, jostling Gojo’s cock to swirl in syrupy, circular swivels inside your gooey walls. Yet, you couldn’t do anything with the thick, black blindfold wrapped around your two wrists - a staple of his persona. “G-gojo-”

Smack!

All five of his splayed-out fingers come down harshly in a swat against the curve of your ass, and Geto can’t help but gulp heavily at the sinful way it makes your flesh jiggle. 

Gojo’s tangling a vice-like grip into your scalp - eyes wide, wild, where he’s leering down at you. “Now now, you’re s’pposed to look at hah- me.” he whines. Shit- when had you even turned to look at Geto. “And what was it I told ya to call me?”

“T-To-”

Smack!

“Louder.”

“Toru!” you squeal, feeling his leaky tip brush up in a wet nudge against your bulbous g-spot. Expanding even girthier to hit at that little bullseye over and over-

“Such a s-slutty voice ya got on ya.” His sharp hipbones mashing against tender skin, stifling balls stinging your ass, juddering knees bouncing even faster. It was so fucking addictive sheathing himself inside the tight channel of your cunt. So hot and cozy inside that Gojo has to force himself to rip his line of sight onto Geto just behind you, “Does sh-she always sound so sweet, Suguru?”

And Gojo’s not surprised - not even the tiniest bit surprised - to find that his best friend already has his silken button-up ripped open, ringed fingers stuffed into his too-tight pants. 

Addictive…you were so addictive. 

And he’s almost jealous that he’d introduced you to him on this stream.

Tearing away his clinking belt to knead over his rock-hard erection, drawling the very rounded edges of his fingers down his cupped balls. Squeezing. Hard. Geto looks so utterly like he has to force himself to breathe out something even slightly coherent, “Hmmm, hard to say with the way she was on her knees last time- heheh-”

“Such a dog ya are-” Gojo’s rolling his watery eyes, before pecking a wet glissade of his lips down onto yours. The woosh of donations flood the chat as soon as Geto’s letting out a roughened growl, “Dontcha ngh- a-agree, sweetheart? So mean, hm? The chat certainly seems ta think s-so.”

“Mhm–” you’re crying out - difficult, with the way he was sunken in so solidly inside of you. At Gojo’s sheer mercy. 

Mercy that was slowly dwindling away with each and every slobbering fuck up into your dripping cunt, and you can’t help but let your jaw drop into a needy oh when his ragged thrusts get faster. More desperate. 

Peppering damp pecks along Gojo’s innocently pink lips, “S-so mean, Sugu.”

“Ya hear that?” Gojo swipes his thumbs across your sloppy folds to bear you even further into the camera, and with Geto’s lolling gaze he could just peek the way your sodden hole was gaping widely. How his peaking veins massage your entrance through and forth- “Our girl says you’re a meanie, Sugu~”

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And Geto knew that your voice was absolutely dripping with teasing want, he knew that it meant nothing more than a simple line to get him worked up. But the way Gojo’s jittery arms were engulfing you to stick to him so closely, his knowing smirk flashing Geto’s way had him huffing out a pointed few profanities. 

“Fuck that.” he’s spitting getting up onto two unsteady feet to shuffle even closer to where your bodies were rocking the decadent bed violently. Tying back his dark tresses urgently - and oh shit, that’s when you know he’s serious. And one of Geto’s fingers smack! away Gojo’s, searing his own possessive grip onto the blindfold to haul you against his washboard abs. “Open.”

Fuck, it’s just about all that you can do.

Slopping out your tongue to present your glistening tastebuds - right on par for Geto to be splattering a thick wad of saliva. 

Letting the translucent slick sift across your mouth, and with years in the game, Geto Suguru already had perfect aim. He could’ve already made an easy, clean work of spitting in your mouth.

But, no, he’s speckling wet little messes around your lips on purpose. Swiping it away with the very back of his slender fingers, “Now, would you care to repeat- that?”

Every truncated drag of his moans is punctuated by a ragged rut of Geto’s hips against the globes of your ass. The remainder of his free hands being sure to press your arched body even further backwards into him. 

You feel him throb against your heated skin, his fat girth jostling to make you hump down on everything from the very globular edges of his tip all the way down to where his fat balls were kissing up into you stickily. Gushing out steaming hot wave after wave of precum that formed delicate strings to snap!

Smack!

“C’mon now, sweetheart~” Gojo’s slow tut makes you squeal. “S’not nice to leave someone hah- hanging.”

Batting your teary lashes up at Geto, you’re struggling through your relentless restraints to try and crane up into a kiss. And Geto - ever the bully - makes you work for it, barely moving. “M’m-sorry-”

“That’s not what I asked-” his hot breath puffs up dangerously to fan your ear. Cool rings on his digits burning a blazing pathway up to your neglectedly hardened nipples, making you keen out such whiny sounds when he pinches. “Tell me what you said.”

“S-said-” you’re sobbing out. The double stimulation of Gojo’s ravaged cockheadbumping up into your spongy cervix, and the way that Geto’s thumbs were swirling over in pressurized circles over your tits too much. “-said you were m-mean hngh- didn’t mean i-it ah fuck-”

“Are you sure?”

“You really are s-such a hngh- bully, Suguru.”

“Tch, shut up-” And Geto would never admit the way that he was humping you like such a dog. Panting - heaving, practically - with every sodden grind, his teeth tug harshly on your precious ear lobe. “-at least I’m gonna be the one t-to make her cum.”

Gojo’s rolling his eyes, pecking a sudden crash into the very same spot of your g-spot. “No I will.”

“As if, ya had to borrow my camera t-today jus’ to capture how gorgeous she is.”

Both Gojo and Geto’s lips mesh into yours now, tongues bumping into each other, swirling across yours so lewdly. Sucking and nibbling along any inch of yourself that you would give them. Anything that they could take. 

He’s bucking his hips sloppily, drawing wet gashes between your pre-soaked lips, and nudging against where Gojo was buried so deep. Too much.

Murmuring into your lips, Geto giggles - giggles every-so-drunkenly in a way that made the stream chat flood. “Heh, if ya really mean it then cum f’me, honey.”

Fuck- then, you do.

It’s hitting both you and Gojo like a sudden semi-truck. 

Yelping out a saturated mixture of what sounded like both their names before your gushy walls squeeze tightly. So fucking cozy that Gojo has to stuff one of his long fingers into your quivering hole just to scissor your entrance open, to fuck you through your high.

His fat girth edging you through peak after peak of bliss, your toes curl, mouth still latched firmly with Geto’s. Spazzing cock bawling out a few silvery strings of white down your back - just barely. “My good girl- good- hah- fuckin’ girl.”

“Awww. Look, Suguru-” The other man titters, bringing up his free hand to swipe across your now freshly wet cheeks. “Ya really are a meanie, huh? You made her cry.”

Geto only rolls his dark eyes, that particular remark making him take it out on you - because oh, he might not be fucking you tonight, but it was so utterly fun to rip out those whiny syllables from your pretty mouth. He’s tugging on your nipple with one hand, the other dipping slowly to swat! at your plump clit. “Well, I also made her cum.”

“Hah? No way, that was me-”

“I’ll beat you up right here, right now, Satoru.”

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---

God, times like this, you almost hated your profession.

Because yes, despite everything, the pay you received was staggering - but absolutely no amount of money was enough to compensate for the complete and utter asshole that was Naoya Zenin. 

And especially not filming with him.

A nepo baby that had climbed his way through the ranks with the help of his family name; most of his audience came to watch him fail utterly pathetically at trying to boss his co-stars around and ultimately end up whining with just the slightest little squeeze of your cunt. 

To watch him be broken and sobbing for mercy - exactly the way you preferred him. 

Anything but this-

“-c’mon- just one night, baby-” Naoya’s purring voice sleazes across your ears, and you ignore him to clutch your thin robe even tighter around your body. Thankful that the filming and clean-up was finally over. “Promise I’ll have you seeing stars.”

When he didn’t even have you seeing your climax? You want to ask, but unfortunately hold back - for your agent’s reputation, if anything else. 

Plastering on an almost-painful faux smile, “I think we spent more than enough time together on-set.”

With that, you shift off the bed to weave determinedly through the bustling camera staff and the director calling out for the editing crew - you didn’t even know where you were going, at this point. 

But Naoya Zenin was persistent, if not anything else. 

Catching up hurriedly, his fingers tap down the side of your shoulder, gliding over the peaking strap of that pretty pink bra you’d worn just for the shoot today - something special your very own viewers had picked out. 

You stand stock-still in the middle of the room when he murmurs into your ear, “Playin’ hard to get isn’t cute, y’know. Just give in-”

SWAT!

“Excuse me-” You’re grinning through the slight sting at the back of your hand - because oh, it was impossible not to smile at the utter look of shock on Naoya’s sharp features the very instant his hand had been smacked away mercilessly. Fuming. Undeterred, your eyes shift down warningly between his legs, “-before I make sure you can never work in this industry again.”

“W-wait-”

But who would bother to wait before making their escape? Not even looking - not even caring - about where you make your sudden strides to. 

SLAM!

The door closes. Hard. 

And you breathe out a shuddering sigh of relief when the cacophony of noise from outside bleeds away into nothingness, like a stifling little cocoon inside.

Fuck- where had your feet even taken you?

It takes a few blinking seconds at the rows upon rows of skimpy lingerie and outfits for you to realize that you’d shut yourself in the costume room just outside of your current set. And a few more seconds to realize that you weren’t alone-

“Oh!” you gasp. And you don’t even know whether to look - where to not look at the absolute wet dream in front of you. 

Geto Suguru was standing unabashedly in the middle of the room, long hair splayed out across his back - and you could count every swirling tattoo of his. Because he was painfully shirtless. Showing off the sculpted ridges and curves of his muscles that flexed a just a little tighter whenever your greedy gaze was dancing down his bulging biceps, his inked hips, his-

“Cat got yer pretty tongue, honey?”

“Wh-wha-” you sputter. Fingers scrambling upwards to cover your eyes - before realizing how futile that is with how you’ve seen everything already. “Cat got your ability to change in the changing stalls instead of where everyone can see, Geto?”

He cocks his smug head, grinning down at you. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re complaining, though?”

“You’re too much.”

Throwing that thin cotton t-shirt grasped within his digits somewhere off to the side - perhaps to toy with your sanity even more. He crosses his thick forearms, showing off every bumpy vein of his. “Besides- I was here first- helping out ol’ Nanami with a costume. The more important question should be why the Screen Queen of all people is barging in here?” Lips quirking attractively upwards, “Wanted to see me shirtless again so badly, hm?”

You did.

“You wish.” 

You’re rolling your eyes, and you never knew how close someone could get to you just within that split-second. Because you’re already feeling the feverish rush of his ragged breath against your features, skin burning mere inches from yours. 

Close. 

With a gulp, you’re careening back against the velvety walls. “More like wanted to run away from Naoya Zenin and his dates so badly.”

So close. 

“Ah.” Geto’s nodding with understanding. Running a hand through his hair, he easily slips that tiny black tie into his mouth. Moving to bunch up his strands into a ponytail, “Need me to beat him-”

You cut him off, “No no no-” Frantically waving your hands about - partially because you really didn’t want him to leave right now. “I took care of it, anyway.”

“That’s my girl.” 

And something about the honeyed way he hummed those words made your stomach lurch, it had you panting out a needy breath into the almost non-existent space between you two. One of his palms splay out on the wall beside your head, caging you in. Geto’s greedy gaze daring for a mere split-second to the CCTV camera by the far corner of the room - eh, Ichiji is probably on break, anyway. “Then I guess, my next question is…”

God, he’s so mean.

So teasing.

Reaching up to trail down the very end of his pointer finger in-between the seam of your robes - doing practically nothing to hide the way that Geto licks his lips at every sliver of your skin revealed. 

Down between the valley of your breasts, down to your navel. 

Down, down, down.

“-did he take care of you?”

You’re stammering your head into a half-delirious shake, “H-he didn’t make me-”

Geto makes an almost primal snarl at the very back of his throat, darkened eyes widening. He sounds so out-of-breath already. “Make you what?”

“-didn’t make me cum!”

And oh, those words changed everything.

“Then I guess I better make up for my colleague’s incompetence, right?”

Because not only did they have Geto Suguru’s sanity snapping, it had your poor, drenched panties as well - stumbling around your ankles in a useless pile of fabric with only one thorough pull of his deftly curled digits.

“So flimsy.” he’s raising one dark brow, sharp canines glinting against the dim lighting in amusement. “Yet it still wasn’t broken- Goes ta show what a hah- great time ya had with Naoya, huh?”

“Please- D-don’t tease-”

What did you even mean to say- don’t tease you? he wonders. As if he ever could. Half-drunkenly, half-deliriously because Geto couldn’t get fucking enough of anything but the way that your pretty pussy was winking up at him with a glistening sheen. So puckered and ready for him that he wanted to give her a little kiss. 

A French kiss.

“Shhh- better keep ‘er quiet f’me, gorgeous-” he’s chuckling, hurried now that his knees clatter to the floor with a loud bang! Maybe it hurt, maybe it didn’t- Geto didn’t fucking care. “Because m’not going easy on you.”

And with a raw drag of his heaving inhales, he’s drinking in your mouthwatering essence. Greedy.

Glissading up the very slit between your puffy pussy lips, he’s curling his thumb meanly into your sloppy hole. Circling around in practiced, purposeful little swipes. 

“G-Geto–” he’s quietly admiring the way it rolls off of your tongue, and fuck he’s never been one to be cocky over his own name but right now it was so fucking impossible not to be. Batting long, dark lashes from between your trembly thighs, “So mean, y’know that?”

Oh, you little minx. Geto’s brain flashes back to the stream with his best friend-

And he can’t help the sultry rasp of your name at the very back of his throat, the way his ringed fingers come branding down in such a dangerous swat! right against the plump edge of your clit- barely grazing your sensitively beading peak.

A warning. 

“What was that?” he spits. Followed by a literal wad of his syrupy saliva right onto the slope of your hole watching the splatters speckle across your drooling cunt. It felt so possessive. “If I’m so mean, then you should find it- heh, sooo fucking easy to stay quiet, hm?” Wild eyes locked with yours - you’ve never seen this look anywhere in Geto’s films. Anywhere. “Wouldn’t wanna be caught with the big- bad- meanie-”

Shit, it was something to tease him - something to get on your longtime idol’s nerves. But you’d never have expected the effect that it would have.

Because Geto was ravenous when his lips are placing a messy kiss onto your own - your other ones. Meshing a sultry glide of his tongue between your swollen folds, his tongue piercing so cold against your tight ring of muscle.

He wasn’t easing you in.

He wasn’t showing you any mercy or regret when Geto stuffs his face as deeply into the heaven between your legs as he could go. And it almost hurts him when his nose smushes harshly into your sensitive nub, when his jaw aches with just how much farther he couldn’t sink into your pretty pussy. 

Groaning, one of Geto’s splayed-out palms wrangles your ever-weakening legs onto his broad shoulders, the other toying taunting circles sailing all over your clit. Because he wanted more more more-

“Ngh- fuck!” Your unsteady fingers dangle their way through his silken strands - as soft to the touch as they looked. And you tug when you feel the silvery cold metal dart against your melty walls - not that it moved him even an inch. “Fuck that feels so good-”

“I know-” he’s smirking up at you. “N’ it sounds like e-everyone out there s’gonna know, too- heh. I don’t mind.”

God, that’s when it hits you to lower the volume of your honeyed moans. Biting down on the knuckles of your free hand, you level him with a glare. 

“L-look who’s talking-”

Geto only chuckles through the sopping wet squelches he’s reeling out from your cunt. Fingers now dripping downwards with a final pinch to your clit and onto your hole. “S’not my fault your p-pretty pussy’s so talkative, honey.”

“G-Geto-”

“Shhh, lemme hear her talk. Please?”

You gasp when you feel him plowing a trail of his thick digits into your already snugly-filled channel. Such a tight fit with both Geto’s rummaging fingers and his toasty tongue slurping up every bead of your juices. 

They’re swirling around you with reckless abandon, no longer the expert methods and tricks you were used to. No, Geto was pumping his fingers into you solely because he was addicted to the feeling. 

To the loud slurps and squelches resounding from down below with his miniscule movements.

“Heheh, yeahhh- so fucking mouthy she is. Might as well have s-someone overhear her.” He grunts, feeling your gummy walls clamp down on him so vice-like. And it takes him every shred of willpower to finally part his sinful way with your cunt, to drag his lips in a final kiss down your wet folds. “Hold on- got an idea.”

Fuck. 

An idea from Geto Suguru would never bode well for your sanity.

And you were completely right in assuming so, because in a split-second, he’s reaching down to his pants pocket - pulling out a glinting silver lip ring. One that finds itself placed so prettily near the very edge of Geto’s rawly rubbed pink lips. 

One that finds itself wrapped oh-so-deliciously around your clit. Sucking. 

More. 

“Heh, you’re the first one to hah- see me with this new lip ring- congrats-”

“L-lucky me-” you manage to choke out. Hips rutting up and down up and down from the wall, dragging your slobbering cunt all down to make-out with his gorgeous features - and Geto doesn’t look like he’s anywhere but heaven. “It feels- so so- mmpf-”

Without warning, his thorough digits find themselves rudely shoved between your jaw-dropped mouth. Metal rings cold. Thick. Pressing down at the back of your tongue-

“Heheh- what did I say-” he’s dragging his mouth backwards to tug on your weepy clit. Other set of fingers picking apart your sweetest spots inside, ruthless cadence picking up. “Quiet, honey- be quiet f’me like my good girl why- ah- why dontcha?”

Truthfully, Geto himself is finding it so fucking difficult to concentrate. 

He’s so sloppy. So loud. 

He feels like he could combust with every shuddering gush of your sweet, sweet juices down the lover half of his face. So much of it that it’s dripping down into a lewd puddle onto the floor.

And he’s forced to swivel his free hand punishingly into your mouth to stop himself from traveling it down to his pants and creaming all over it like some loser. God- no- he had to make you cum. And fast. Before he loses it. 

“C’mon, my pretty lady-” Geto bursts out in feverish hot pants breathed into your cunt, mouth rearing everywhere. And the stark contrast between his cool lip ring and his mouth made you shiver down your spine in white-hot pleasure. Hot and cold hot and cold- “Can ya hear that?”

Ah, damn. Just your luck - both your ears perk up at the distance resounding of footsteps. Close.

You tug on his long strands. Through muffled syllables, “G-geto–”

Closer.

“S’alright s’alright-” he’s snickering, sounding for all the world as relaxed as ever like he wasn’t two seconds away from being caught with a fellow actress in one of the most scandalous positions for even a porn company. “-jus’ cum f’me. Cum f’me, honey.”

Your cunt was so sensitive. You’re whimpering through his fingers once Geto presses in deeply onto that magical spot. Stars bursting behind your eyes- “M’gonna cum, Geto- so close. M’gonna- m’gonna-”

You didn’t have to finish your sentence.

Because with only a few bustling thrusts of his digits into that very same bullseye, you’re cumming all over Geto’s pretty face. Splattering his chiseled chin in a sheeny gloss of you, so filthy.

And he lets you - oh, he lets you. Why wouldn’t he?

Not when this is all that he’s been dreaming of ever since he had you that one time on set, not when you tasted so sweet spurting your juices down his tongue. Kittenish kisses lapping up every wet gash of slick, his fingers strain with how furiously he’s fucking you through your high.

“Oh- oh, honey— ” The only mantra that Geto can babble out pussydrunkenly, quirking up his hips to grind his rock-hard erection against your thigh. God, he felt like he could cum in his pants right now. “Tha’s right- use me- use me.”

Forcing his jittery fingers down to your hips in a rough restraint, he’s dragging your drooling cunt up and down up and down up and-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Hey- ya in here?”

Click! In an instant, Geto’s long arm span is reached over to lock the door. 

And god, Naoya’s voice was grating enough that he almost lost his rock-hard erection - if it hadn’t been for that sweetly startled mewl ripping from your throat, that is. 

You scoff, fully ready to give him a piece of your - albeit syrupy, orgasmically hazed - mind to the man outside. But with a sneaky finger signaling you to be quiet, he stands back up to his hulking stature. Growling out a biting, “Only one in here’s me, fuck off.”

Only then comes the sputtering, “Wh-why I’d never-”

“Unless ya want your lil’ idol Toji to hear about how you’ve been nothing but a prick to his favorite actress.”

It’s barely even a second later when you hear those footsteps walking urgently away, and not even two when Geto’s hot breath puffs up against your ear. Words slurring and stumbling over one another,  gliding his tongue across his lower lip to snatch up every ounce of you. “Don’t you worry-” Before sucking on the very same fingers that were buried inside you, “M’gonna ruin him.”

And that’s all it takes for him to remember something else you’d said about that very man just earlier. Something about a date…as if.

“Kiss me- kiss me kiss me please-” Geto’s mouth hovers over yours. Gingerly placing peck after peck- “Fuck- s-suck-” Not even having to finish his sentence with how your heated lips wrapped around his icy lip ring, dripping with your slick. “N’ I was th-thinking- would ya- only if you’d like- wanna make a movie-”

“Yes.”

Hah, Geto grins. Take that, Satoru.

LOCATION: CCTV room, Jujutsu X company building.

Employee count - 1 

“Fuck- fuck-” Ichiji’s struggling to push up his condensation-fogged glasses with one of his slippery hands. Fingers trembling on the keyboard when he’s rewinding the camera footage in the costume room by just a few more seconds. “Oh god- m’gonna get f-fired-”

Again.

And again.

And again and-

“Shit-” he’s shuddering out, head woozy at the sheer overstimulation. Belt clattering against the plastic of his chair for about the nth time this hour. “-she really is a screen queen.”

---

Geto Suguru planned everything meticulously - till every detail was checked off on his seasoned mental list of making the perfect homemade…movie. 

Not exactly something that he’d tried out personally before but- but who better to do it than with you? And he swears with every bit of insincere honesty inside of him that this was totally not because he’d been yearning to feel you cumming all over his cock for months now. 

Yeah…totally not.

So he planned.

And he had everything - the heady candle-lit bedroom, the fresh silken sheets, the soft music playing from a speaker somewhere across the room. The only undecided thing being the name of your little tryst. Prowling over to you sat on the bed - all it takes is a simple shove to spread you out the way he’s been dreaming of. Humming, “You ready?”

Well, everything except-

“G-Geto, how are we gonna make a movie with no camera-”

Shit, that was the last thing on Geto’s mind right now - just about the furthest thing, despite being the very epicenter of his entire career.

Everything he needed.

But no fucking camera.

Oh. 

“Shit.” he’s chuckling - somewhat gingerly, somewhat pussydrunkenly with just a glimpse of you splayed out like this on his plush bed. In another one of you gauzy lingerie sets, leaving barely anything for his overdriven imagination to obsess over. He’s scratching behind his neck, “We can st-”

“No-” And Geto looks just as shocked as you feel right now, skin heating up with embarrassment at your hasty answer. 

But oh, that only makes him take it in stride - makes him slide his hand underneath his velvety boxers to knead greedily at his thumping hot erection. Grinning, “The Screen Queen doesn’t want to be on screen? How shocking.”

But it wasn’t.

God, because he could already see that darkening splotch at your silk drenched panties. The way your lower lip wobbled with so much want - he’d already watched enough of your videos to recognize it by now. 

He’s nosing down your neck, drinking in each of your little shivers. “How do you want me?”

And all you can say is- “I just want you-”

Swat!

The rounded tips of Gojo’s fingers find themselves placing a pretty peck right on your pulsating clit, sending obscene shockwaves bowing your spine. Right into his arms, “You a-always say the sweetest things, honey.”

You hiss at the cool clash of his proud Prince Albert - and the way that one of Geto’s dangling silver necklaces knock into your chin softly. 

And he’s groaning, just throwing his head back at the flurry of stars bursting behind his eyes. Hands gripping onto the edges of his sheets, Geto slides his hips in a slow back and forth against your own. Sandwiching the circular girth of his cock between your sodden folds, they make such a pretty scene. 

“Tell me, pretty baby–” His fingers smear at the wet drizzles seeping from either side of your slit. “-do ya get this wet for the c-camera too or s’it jus’ for me?” But you’re only spewing out a few nods and syrupy yeses, gushing all around him that he can’t help but wonder what it would like bursting with him inside- 

He doesn’t have to bother waiting long.

Now, usually Geto liked to take his time - would prefer to see you crying and breaking while you beg for his cock more than anything else.

But shit, right now he thinks that a second longer he isn’t buried inside your cunt might make him die-

“C’mon c’mon c’mon-” he’s hissing at the elastic stretch of that first ring of muscle. Easing his way in to bulge your sloppy entrance all full with just the very ends of his bulbous tip. “Take it- please, please take it-”

Geto can’t keep the slight tremble out of his tone even if he wanted to - not with the way your gooey cunt was molding around his shape to suck up every inch of him. And god, was there so much of him. It’s like it was never-ending. 

“Shit-” your nails reel red, red marks down the milky plane of his deltoids. “I-I can feel you in my hngh- lungs, Geto-”

He chuckles - all the way into your lungs and he’s not even halfway in, yet? Hell, fuck halfway in, he’d just managed to smear past your swollen pussy lips to rut his fat head inside. Hissing at the clench of your walls around his sensitive slit. 

“Suguru-” he gasps, eyes still wrenched down on the way your cunt was greedily gobbling him up. “P-please if you can call that hah- fuckass ‘Satoru’, then call me Suguru, please-”

It’s all that has to come out of your mouth - a sweet, syrupy “Sugu-”

Oh.

Oh, shit.

You feel yourself gulping down every one of his solid inches, a sheer circumference that you never even thought possible- the friction between your gummy walls and his furiously jackhammering cock having you squeal-

Smack! 

Finally fully inside you, your pussy lips kiss his thickened hilt like long lost lovers, and his heavy balls shift against your ass.

“Don’t- don’t run-” Geto’s sputtering out a slightly broken plea, pure desperation wafting off of him like a heady perfume. It was contagious. And his rough fingers grip tightly around your waist, jousting up the dampening blankets all around your body when he pulls and pulls and pulls- “Fuck, where’d you think you’re going, huh, honey?”

His tone was just dripping with something dark, something you can only sputter and drool to match when every nook and spongy cranny inside is being filled up with Geto’s fat cock. 

And it twitches inside you happily - if heaven was real then it felt like this, Geto muses already thoroughly pussydrunk. 

“M’m-not running away-” you’re pouting a slick-glossed pout up at him. One that he can’t help but crane his neck down in an instant to kiss away. “You’re just s-so big- bigger than on camera-”

Fuck.

You would’ve shut your babbling mouth sooner if you’d known what would happen.

Because the rotund edges of Geto’s cockhead only swells up wider, squirting out even thicker wads of his steamingly hot precum with every mindless, saturated grind. Ones just to fit in- more and more, even after he’s finding himself kissing a wet glide down the ends of your cervix. Making sure to brand that edge of his piercing onto every gooey wall. 

“God- y’really know how to drive me c-crazy-” Geto’s dark hair curtains either side of your head, and you almost don’t notice the way he swipes up two hands underneath your thighs to press you into a mean mating press. Letting you latch on limply while he leaves to swat at one of your hands cupping your pussy, “N’ move that hand- fuck- m’gonna fuck that outta ya.”

And he does. 

The mattress creaks in loud protests when he’s pummeling you with stupidly rude clashes of his weepy tip onto the edges of your g-spot - already expertly mapped out by him now - he’s feeling the sloshy mixture recoil with each thrust. So much of it. “Such a pretty pussy- such p-pretty moans, makes me wanna keep it t’myself-”

God, he’s wanted you for what seems like forever - and he was going to take it.

Panting hotly against your mouth, heavals. Drunk on your messy kisses and the way your pussy lips were bulging with the struggle to take him - but still milking him so needily. “Tie up my h-hair, honey, wanna see that pretty face of yours proper.”

All you can do is blink back the wall of tears that’d made its home in your eyes, trembly fingers taking ahold of Geto’s thin, black hair tie. 

But you didn’t expect it to be so difficult. 

Because any moment you were even slightly close to bunching up enough of his locks, he’s planting a thorough trail of kisses down your cervix. Before ending with the very showstopper - at your g-spot.

And one look up into Geto’s half-lidded eyes told you one thing…he was doing this on purpose. 

Your legs knock-knee in an almost engulfing way around his heavily swallowing throat, muttering out in a tone that you probably thought was threatening - but that Geto found so cute. “I’m onto you, sir-”

Fuck.

Fuck, maybe you were threatening.

He didn’t expect that evil little nickname to slip past your lips - and you didn’t expect Geto to swipe up a devious thumb up your clit in retaliation. Pretty, puckering lips trailing up the valley of your breasts, “I have no idea what you oh- mean, Screen Queen.”

And despite how you were huffing and puffing, your pussy was so clingy all around him. Hips bumping up in slight bucks fully off of the bed in a pathetic attempt to match Geto’s sloppy cadence. 

Completely starstruck at the sheer pressurized thrusts you were being ruthlessly dealt with - and you half-lucidly swear you could count stars over your head.

“Do it-” His lips kiss down your winking eyes, ringed fingers cold against your own now. “-do it, honey- you can do it. Might be the Screen Queen but you’re my slut, arentcha?”

God, it’s like his words were hypnotic - maybe they were.

And you dredge up every single bit of will in your trembly body to push past the way that he was absolutely ravaging you inside. 

Pound after pound of his swollen cock, the chilling cold metal of his dick piercing helping you discover forbidden sweet spots inside you that you didn’t even realize existed. 

So merciless that he’s slipping out a few inches by accident- only to let out a shuddering gasp, eyes shooting almost-comically wide open before sheathing his way in again. Even deeper - you’re being crushed with the weight of one of his knees pressing down on your body.

Over and over-

“Wanna- hah- wanna cum so badly-” your words prattle out delicately. Fingers searing across his scalp, and the way that you tug makes him hiss. It makes him rut, it makes him slam his hips down bruisingly. “Please-”

He leaves a slurping wet kiss on your neck - and another with his fingers onto the hood of your clit. Rolling over with the angled curve of his thumb. Obviously, having you drop a few tresses of his hair- “Heh, maybe t-tie my hair properly n’ I’ll let ya cum- you know s’a staple of my hngh- videos.”

So infuriating, it makes you clench.

That sleazy grin plastered across Geto’s face was unfairly sexy, and so was the way his body was wracking with sudden shivers. Boasting down every curve and muscle, forcing him to fall onto his elbows-

“Hngh- n’ you call me the rookie-” Your smug grin curves upwards at the way that Geto was so tangibly pussydrunk, the way his hips squelch sloppier into your own. The dripping wet noises so obscene that you could feel your cunt drenching even further with each emanating one.

“God, you’re in for it-” he’s spitting out a few slews of swears against your dangling open mouth. Pinching meanly at your clit. “You’re in- hah- you’re sooo in for it-”

But then Geto sees white - and so do you.

Whether from the crashing pleasure of your orgasm, or the way that he was suddenly pumping out thick ribbons of cum into your snugly filled cunt, you have no idea.  And you don’t even have the rational brain capacity to even wonder right now. 

Because Geto was fucking you through your high like he hated you, rutting up like an animal. And you were sure that if his canines were just a tinge sharper, they’d be drawing blood with how hard he was sinking them into the crook of your neck. 

Only deeper, more feral, with every pump of his spazzing cock - gushing out in boatloads of syrupy cum. It thwacks! against the utterly bruised and battered wet surface of your cervix, before dripping down, down, down to your g-spot.

And there’s so much. 

Such velvety volumes that ooze down in creamy dredges from the very purse of your pussy lips to form a milky ring around his ruddied base. It inflates your constricting walls from the inside - and yet, still not enough.

He presses one hand down to feel for that bump where you’d been filled to the brim. Sure to add more - to paint your dripping insides white until he was shooting blanks the same way he’d done to simply the thought of you. The idea makes him moan-

No, it makes him whimper.

“Still haven’t hngh f-finished tying my hair, honey.” Geto’s mouth leaves possessive marks down your neck. And his sensitive hips dart with a simple, sullying gyration, smiling, “Either you hngh finally do it properly like a good girl th-this time n’ we make a movie or- we go see one. This weekend. You and me. Your choice, Screen Queen.”

A/N. This got LONG but OHH PIERCED GETO MY BELOVED.

You’re snapped out of your mental stint of the plan by the man to Gojo’s right piping up once more. Snobbish—“Well, you should know that means absolutely nothing to our honored leader.” He gruffs out, looking at said leader with stars in his eyes. “We’ve gotten proposals from all around the nation- all around the world! Even from the Zenin clan, and it means nothing to have some Kamo brat try to-”

“Silence.”

The advisor shuts up immediately.

And for the first time since you’d gotten here (after hours of waiting in a winding line, all with dolled-up, jittery men and women hoping to make it out of here alive), Gojo Satoru straightens.

He sits back on his plush seat, cupping his face in one hand. “So you’re from the Kamo clan, hm?” His deep baritone was almost a purr.

You shiver.

“Yes-”

“And you do not wish to kill me?”

You snap your head up to him, “N-no! No, I would never even dream of it.” That’s because you had nightmares about it instead after the sorcerer for this mission was announced to be you. Once word of the cult leader’s desire to find a wife had spread, the elders had jumped on the opportunity immediately. To get rid of Gojo Satoru once and for all. And you couldn’t do anything but listen. And listen, and listen. “I’m here with an honest heart, I promise.”

And with that, you lean in even closer. Letting the expensive layers of your kimono (one of the best in the nation, especially tailored for this mission) sift aside to give him a modest glimpse of your cleavage. They’d taught you to create tension, too.

“Hm.” His face was impassive, but those snowy brows of his raised ever-so-slightly. Gojo wets his lips, “You’re playing a dangerous game, you know, sweetheart~”

“I-I don’t know how the wish to find a suitable husband is dangerous, sir.” You place a stutter and a flutter of your lashes for good measure.

“I’m sure you don’t.” Gojo tilts his head down, peering at you ever-closer. Almost as if he was looking right through you - and with the rumors swirling around his cursed eyes, you wouldn’t be surprised.

Part whispers. Part legend. Part claims only told by a friend of a friend of those who’d been slaughtered by him, with a single click of his fingers. Only a flash of his silver katana, and a glimpse of blue. There never was anyone to tell the tale.

Jujutsu had reason to believe that he was a monster- a monster planning a takeover of the land very, very soon.

But you’d been trained for this.

You lifted your chin up coyly, kimono fluttering- coincidentally, it matched the deep blue of his monks’ robes. “Care to show me how?”

Gojo huffed out in laughter through his nose.

And then he reached somewhere inside his Gojo-kesa- you stiffened, your own hand lurching towards where your dagger was hidden in your obi sash. But Gojo wasn’t attempting to harm you. No, not even close.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he’s slicing a tanto knife straight through the advisor’s jugular. 

A gasp. Blood. Body falling to the floor with a dull, agonizing thud.

And then you’re on top of him with your blade- suddenly- like two magnets meshing together. You have the very tip of your glinting dagger pressed underneath his Adam’s apple, your legs on either side of his toned hips, his hands on your waist. Stabilizing you.

Like he wanted this - like he was waiting for this - he peers up at you through his ivory lashes with a chuckle. Just one slash. Just one movement of your wrist. He leans ever-closer to help your dagger kiss his skin even deeper. Lovingly, almost.

“Aw, and I was just starting to think I’d found a cute lil’ wife all for myself.” Gojo croons out, his voice huskier than before. Goosebumps skitter down your skin at his breathy proximity, scorching hot. He leans in to whisper into your ear, “Turns out she’s a killer catch—”

“Your terrorizing of jujutsu society won’t go on any longer, Gojo Satoru.” You spit, embedding the side of your blade even deeper. Until a thin string of red starts to formulate at his pale throat-

“Oh, you’re so right, sweetheart.” And in a split-second - so fast that you wonder whether you might have teleported - he’s slipping the dagger out of your frozen hand. Manhandling your back to his front. Your head back against his collarbones.

It hits that plane with a slight thud, and Gojo takes the chance to waft his scalding pants down the side of your neck. Each and every word emphasizes with a soft blow that makes you squirm, “Because, from now on, it’ll be us terrorizing jujutsu society, won’t it?”

You gasp, “Us?”

“Us…” He’s humming against your heated flesh. And you feel it - you know it - he was grinning against your skin, such a devillish, no-good grin. “Because you just found yourself the number one candidate for my wife, ma’am.”

You’re heaving as he lets you go, and you want to distance yourself away with a clatter - you want to. 

But you don’t move a single inch.

Left speechless on his own cotton-padded seat as Gojo flicks the spurted crimson away from his milky skin. He gently lifts you off of his lap and stands and stabs the knife through the stray robes of your kimono. Pinning you in place, he stands- taller than even the case files had made him out to be.

Well over six feet tall. He blocked your sight of the traditionally-decorated ceiling. Fingers snaking down to tilt your chin up, you hiss as one of his carefully-honed fingernails dig into your skin, “Wedding’s in a week, my wife.”

And with that he saunters off, ice-cold. Seemingly to find someone to clean up the mess he’d just made of his advisor.

And of you.

Your heart races.

.

.

.

“He’s an enigma- during our meeting he didn’t look at me once.”

“From everything I’d heard of him, I thought for sure it would be the end for me.”

“He’s so…beautiful. No one mentioned how beautiful he was.”

You nodded, discreetly glancing down at the slip of paper in your lap, where you’d been jotting down notes all day. Line after line after conversation after conversation with the sparse other marriage candidates milling around the estate over the next few days.

Apparently they’d been hand-picked by the rest of Gojo’s advisors (and it seems you’d been the last, given, well…).

And now - after the initial period of assessing the candidates - came the one-on-one stage where Gojo would sift through them all over the days. Ultimately, choosing only one to be his wife by the end of the week-long period. Though, what was considered in his criteria, you had no clue.

And you had to be ready for your ‘personal time’ with him. 

Which is why you did some digging over your very own.

Most of the other candidates had come here in the hopes of kindling some sort of treaty with the monster of jujutsu society, most had come here due to pressure from their clans. And you nodded along as they ranted about their elders, because, in a way, you were much the same.

At the very least, you noted, all of them were alive by the end of their one-on-one conversations with the leader. Which gave you a slight glint of hope. Almost, almost. 

Looking up from your meager patch of information, you went back to sipping the sweet, floral tea laid out on the table. Closing your eyes in thought-

“You really are trying, aren’t you?” The voice opposite you speaks - a distant member of the Kamo clan, it seems (an actual member, you’d kept your cover story carefully under wraps as you spoke with her). And you looked at her in confusion.

She titters, almost conspiratorial, as she pours you more tea. “The notes you’re writing down- you’re trying to find out how to woo him, aren’t you?”

“Ah-” your mouth parts. “You can…you can say that.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tease- oh, he is handsome, isn’t he?” She sighs, before her face gets taken over by something more serious, stiffening. “It’s just such a shame he’s like…that. So cold, I never would have thought that this marriage proposal thing was even real if it weren’t for you.”

You sip silently, “What do you mean?”

And she looks at you as if you weren’t getting it - something obvious. “The fact that he chose you, I mean.” At your still-perplexed expression, she throws her hands up. “The fact that he chose you?”

“I’m not following.”

“You do realize that every single other one of us was chosen by that advisor of his, right? Master Gojo didn’t even look up at us during the meetings.” She says, and you did remember this certain sentiment popping up quite a few times during your prior interviews (interrogations, more like). “Not even on my one-on-one time - he merely drank his tea and left promptly - but he did choose you. And you know what that means, right?” She holds your hands over the table and leans over excitedly, “It seems that that notorious cult leader has taken a liking to you.”

Something sharp and sudden spikes through your stomach, and you gulp.”So you’re saying…I’m really the only one?”

“Mhm, the one and only.”

Possibly because of your attempt to assassinate him, right? But even then why hadn’t he just finished you off?

You decide not to dwell on that question, merely thankful for the second chance given to carry out your mission. As you sigh out in focus, she only gets more eager - for a morsel of gossip about the big, bad Gojo Satoru perhaps being sweet on someone. “If you’re in secret dalliance with him, don’t worry I won’t tell-”

A call of your name.

Well, more like a sentencing of your name. You two peer over at the ajar sliding doors of the room to find yet another member of the Time Vessel association there. He grimly looks you up and down, before announcing- “Our honored leader wishes to meet you now.”

Oh.

Your time has come.

The other woman nods in reassurance as you get up onto unsteady legs, and follow the robed member down a few winding hallways. Where would he even take you?

Perhaps the gardens? Perhaps the library? Every candidate seemed to have a different meeting spot that was surprisingly personalized to their taste. And you can’t imagine what sort of sinister place he’d cooked up for you, especially after your less-than-pleasant first impression.

But no matter where, you had to do it now. 

Today, you will kill Gojo Satoru.

Safely clutching your note, you follow the man (the all-new advisor, you’re assuming, though you can’t be sure) silently down the winding pathways of the estate, where he led you down to the very first floor. It was a sprawling estate, built and extended upon the temple that Gojo had first made base after his defection from jujutsu society. 

Ultimately, you find yourself stepping outside- and walking the short distance upon stone flooring down to a massive traditional hall. Pointed roofs. Intricate detailing on the mahogany pillars. The hum of something powerful.

The dojo.

Your mouth is thoroughly dry by the time the man leaves you at the tall entrance with a bow - you almost wished he stayed.

“Hello?” You call out once you finally gather enough courage to enter. It was a vast interior, and soft tatami greeted your feet as you went inside. “I uh- I’m here for my meeting with Gojo-”

Bang!

You shift.

A concentrated globe of cursed energy zips past your ear, and hits the ancient wall behind with a sudden crash. An explosion. Strong enough that your back warms from the heat, and you realize- it might just have hit you if you hadn’t moved.

You look behind you, crumbling wooden planks and singed tatami greet you. And as you turn right back, it’s Gojo Satoru that meets you from that side.

“Oh, very good. I knew you’d duck.” He’s clapping prettily, and you note with a jolt that he’s in his combat hakama. Deep summer blues, with a white sash around the middle that cinched his toned waist perfectly.

You have to rip your eyes away as Gojo steps closer. Ever-closer. His feet thudding against the smooth ground, he grins. “And don’t call it a meeting, sweetheart. I consider this more of a date.”

Didn’t the other candidates say that he didn’t so much as look at them? 

Your mouth gaped- and you almost think to take a step back, before you’re remembering every ounce of training. Wasn’t this exactly what you’d been waiting for?

You swear you feel his eyes drop, Gojo snickers as his sensitive Six Eyes senses the cursed energy coating your palm. And you raise them up, a vicious grin on your face. “Oh, it’ll be a date alright.” Feet spreading to lunge-

“Oh I love the way you think.” He purrs, and with that you’re running to each other.

A fight to the death.

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Only hours later - hours - you and Gojo find yourselves sprawled in the middle of a wrecked dojo.

All those wooden beams and gilded decorations, older than mankind and crumbling around you too. Silent dwindling that you don’t even have enough strength to raise your head and ogle at. Catching your breath. Sore.

He really was the strongest.

Gojo has no trouble lifting himself onto his elbows and taking a good, long look down at you. Grin stretched. 

Daggers, cursed techniques- and you still hadn’t managed to wipe that off of his handsome face.

He reaches one of his pale, splayed palms over your torso and you flinch - fully expecting him to finish you off now that you’d failed. But, instead of some burst of aggressive jujutsu, or even his nails digging into your flesh- you’re feeling a cool breeze wash your body from head to toe. 

“R-reverse cursed-” You’re cut off by one of your own pained coughs, aftermath of your furious fight. 

“Shhh—” Gojo soothes. And it’s to the melody of his quiet humming that you’re being healed, every cut and graze mending itself so that it was as if nothing ever happened. You feel traces of his soft fingerpads skim your body, just touching, just fleeting. 

Only once he’s done, does he start speaking again. “That was a good fight. And some great one-on-one time.” He shoots you a smile that makes you shiver. Mouth stretched. Eyes widened.

Something wild glinting in them.

As you sit up, he stands. Floating his way down to the destroyed entrance of the dojo as if nothing ever happened, “And this-” Fwip! Gojo pulls out a scrap of paper from underneath his oblong sleeves- one that you’re recognizing as your interview notes. You lunge after him but he’s casually holding it above your height, airily continuing. “-do know that I don’t treat you as I treat anyone else. To think I do would be an insult, ma’am.”

“Give it- back-‘

“Whoops.”

His dagger slips out, slicing straight through a stray flap of your robes and pinning you back down to the dojo floor. You’re coming to figure out that he has quite the taste for such.

Gojo takes the jotted writing with him, as if it was some love letter and not actually notes on how to take him down.

You watch as he reaches the entrance, silhouetted by dim sunset from outside. “And just so you know, do tell the other candidates not to worry about their meetings with me anymore. I believe I have made my choice.” He looks back, half a smirk on his face. “Only a few more days~”

Oh.

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The classic way to kill a husband?

Poison.

At least, that’s what all the books and late-night soap operas said. You just never thought you’d be taking a page out of those guilty pleasures to be used in real life- for your mission, that is.

It took about two more days of covert communication to arrange for another sorcerer to smuggle in poison into the temple. Through codes written in food wrappers, morse code in seemingly inconspicuous letters, and a few attempts with messenger pigeons to manage the entire operation.

Until, finally, your delivery of ‘perfumes’ had come with a slim vial of rich burgundy liquid. You popped the cap off out of curiosity and took a whiff of the saturated honey scent coming from inside—hm, strange odor for a poison. But you guessed beggars couldn’t be choosers.

And you eventually find yourself face-to-face with Gojo Satoru once more. The both of you on opposite ends of a lavish dinner table; his most trusted advisors on either side, and with them, the other candidates.

Each and every one of you were waiting for that one moment: when he’d announce the pick for his future wife. When he’d choose.

Just sit and wait. Sit and wait.

And you could already feel the stares being thrown your way (being one of the heads of the table was a prestigious position after all, and little did you know that nobody - nobody - had sat directly opposite Gojo Satoru in all the years since he’d defected). 

Except for you.

And you started him down as the dinner came to a close, taking a final gulp of your water for your nerves. Gojo does just the same- before he lifts his ceramic bowl of sake with a pitched-up volume. “Attention, my dear family.”

Every head snaps to him, as was wont to. 

“I believe this is the moment that you all have been waiting for, I apologize for taking so long, I did wish to treat you all before I announced my pick for wife.” Through the dim yellow light overhead, you could make out the way his lashes fluttered in interest. “And unless anyone else has something they’d like to say before I make my declaration, then-”

“Just a moment, please.” You raise your hand and trust to sound sheepish, one of the women chuckles like she knew exactly what you were going to do. And you were- just not in the way she thought.

From underneath the table, you’re procuring the flashy bag of some high-end liquor store (one that you knew from intel that Gojo Satoru had a particular affinity for). You raise it up, and with it, the bottle- “I hope this isn’t too intrusive of me, but before that I think I’d like to show Master Gojo here a token of our appreciation, from all of us.”

One of his brows raise.

Fervently, a few candidates and advisors nod.

And with their cheers, you’re standing up and walking down the side to Gojo. To where he downed his slight cup of sake and held it out, empty, to you. Something in his smile knowing. Eyes blazing.

You pop open the bottle and let it glug out with a chuckle, “To the esteemed leader of the Time Vessel Association.” Filling it up all the way to the brim, tendrils of syrupy scent waft off of it maddeningly. And you look straight at Gojo as you say, “I wish you the most prosperous married life, Master Gojo.”

“Likewise, ma’am.”

And with that, Gojo’s taking a sip.

With that- his sapphire eyes snap open, a thin line of the liquid drips down the side of his mouth, his prominent Adam’s apple bobs. You didn’t realize he’d register the taste of something off so quickly, but even then, what was he to do?

He could spit it out, but the poison was already on his tastebuds. Sizzling. And there was nothing he could do to-

Gojo immediately downs the rest of his sake bowl and grips a firm hand around your throat. With his doughy fingerpads diggin’ into the sides of your neck, Gojo then pulls you in and spits the rest of the sappy alcohol into your mouth.

Like nectar on your tongue.

He’s letting the jetted stream slip between your lips, and presses his own greedy maw to yours. Licking. Tasting.

Around you, you could hear several other guests gasp - but the only thing ringing in your eardrums was the sound of your own heartbeat. Thud-thud. And the low, guttural siiiiigh he’s letting out as he slots his plush lips over yours.

Letting go of them only after every drop of the sweetened syrup has been consumed (either by you or him, to Gojo it made no difference). He bores his murky peripherals down at you, barely even thinking to tear them away once he utters—-“Out.”

You jolt, thinking he was speaking to you.

But in actuality it was all the open-mouthed, gawking audience that scrambled to a stand with scrapes and trips. They race out of the dining room faster than you can blink, leaving you with only some giggles, some rumors, and him.

Gojo, who presses his sloppy mouth to yours once more. “Do you know what that was, sweetheart?”

“Wh-what–?” You’re slightly dazed- fuck, was the poison starting to work already? But this was slightly less a dull ache in your veins, and more of a…fever. “What did you think it was, it’s poison-”

“Aphrodisiac.” Gojo cuts you off calmly.

And your mouth parts.

To which he takes the sweet, sweet opportunity to unhinge your drivelling mouth and suck on your wettened tongue. All candied and ridged with texture. He moans as he does so- “Aphrodisiac, oh- someone’s getting fired tonight.” He croons out knowingly, and you were sure that someone all the way back at Jujutsu High was getting an earful for compromising the mission - poison. You’d told them to get you poison. 

“F-fuck!” You’re mewling out as he lurches forwards in a sudden movement. 

Suddenly, you’re finding your back against the polished mahogany table, his dishes crashing down in clutters and splinters. His dagger- oh, it stabs through your kimono yet again and pins you to the table. Something in your body was growing…hotter. “That’s right, my wife.” Gojo’s sing-song voice declares over the chaos, a hand gliding down the front of your body, between those simple robes. It just feels like it’s burning. “You’re absolutely right.”

You raise your head just as he does. And Gojo Satoru looks at you—oh.

Oh, he looked gone.

“Someone is getting fucked tonight.”

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“O-oh, shit-” Your maw lolls open stupidly, thighs twitching as Gojo kneels down to lick its sheeny slick with a thud.

He doesn’t even register the sharp pain shooting up his limbs.

Doesn’t even register your squirms. Your whines. Absolutely nothing but the way that he was in-between your legs now and so close to your puffy cunt that he could lean down and smell it. Long and hard, he’s salivating at the honeyed scent that reaches his nostrils. “Mmmm, didn’t have dessert, did I?” He groans, thickly, more to himself than you. “And this pretty pussy smells like…candy.”

“You’re so filthy, fuck-” You drag your fingers through his clammy white locks. Pulling so hard that Gojo’s entire body jolts- and something sparks out of his powerful figure to make the yolky light above you flicker.

You’re looking up with a gasp, “Shit, what was that?” Before yet another wave of the aphrodisiac’s power makes you shiver, whimpering once he slide-slide-slides away the robes of your kimono. Spreading you out wiiiiiide open for him. “Gojo, are you-”

And he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence - your train of thought - before he instantly pushes into your cunt. 

All the way nose-deep- Gojo’s pale, pointed nose swats your clit, his tongue sticking inside primally.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the way he’s diving in without any hesitation at all. His tastebuds sensually licking past your slicked-up folds and drilling inside your hole - needily. “Oh my- oh my god- Gojo, don’t you need to breathe?”

“Fuck no.” As if that was even a question. His raw grunt sounds offended that you even asked, and soon enough- two of his clammy palms loop ‘round your jittery thighs to haul you even further onto his face.

You’re landing on top of his prominently handsome features with a damp plap! of skin hitting skin. And Gojo rovering his thick, lengthy tongue even deeper inside your tender orifice. A layer of your pussy juices drippin’ down his chin as he does so, “Fuck you think I want to- hah! What? Breathe?”

Seething, gasping for air any time he’s reeling his head back and pushing all the way again.

“When I have such a pretty, wet pussy like th-this-” And Gojo’s fucking his tongue in and out of you at a practically animal pace, gashing his textured muscle against the sides of your walls. He’s crazily trying to swab into every cute orifice you’d kept hidden from him.

And before you can even gurgle out a reply at his nonsensical rant, he’s looking back and letting off some sort of higher-pitched giggle at the visionary sight of your pussy below.

Soaking wet. Swollen with lust.

Your folds are so rawly needy that he’s forced to hold one of ‘em to the side just to drill his tongue inside. “When I have a- hah-” Sloppily leaning in to sniff your cunt once more, and then you feel Gojo purse his lips right up against your hole. And spit. “-fuck! When  I’ve got something so- ngh, pretty like- like…”

He couldn’t even keep his sentences straight. And you’ve never heard of the infamous cult leader acting like this - couldn’t even imagine it.

Just as he primally glues his upper lips to your clit, and spreads his jaw even further open to eat you out, you grab onto Gojo’s bangs and pull. “I c-can’t even tell if that’s the aphrodisiac or- mmm, just you-”

“S’just me, sweetheart.” He whispers out groggily, salivating spittle right down your slit. You feel his flickering tongue fuck in n’ out, before giving your perky clit a light swat. “All me. And I am…”

“Yeah?” You look up in slight confusion when he trails off.

But Gojo only looks up at you with a priggish smirk. He rovers his right hand teasingly up your thigh, before noticing something- oh, and then he pauses. Only to dig into his sleeve pockets and dig up an intricate silver ring: one that was undoubtedly his part of the memento from tonight’s engagement announcement.

Easily, he slips it onto his right middle finger. And then pliably tugs aside the first ring of your entrance - as Gojo sinks his thick digit in, he lets out an echoing sluuuuuurp.

“And I am all the way—” Gojo calls out over your trilling wails, easing deeper n’ deeper inside. You’re so shattered on the Earth-splitting stretch of him that you don’t even register the way his left hand creeps down from your hips to your tummy.

Pressing down on your tensed front as he knocks against your gooey walls with his finger. Pushing in two, pushing in harder. “-right-” His rovering index comes to a halt, pressing down right where the fingers inside were plunging in (and you could feel it, too perfectly, with the way his thick ring was frigidly marking its spot out). “-here.”

“Shit- sh-shit, oh my god-” You’re prattling out, drool flooding out of your mouth the moment you feel the carnal stretch of his fingers.

“Mmm, I prefer ‘Satoru’.” He coos out, and for a second you don’t even realize what he’s saying. Not until a few sloppy pumps of his inches leave you gone on his fingertips, a second on thrusting in. 

Scissorin’ all around, he lets the globular edges of his fingers slide against your sweetest spots. Absolutely no hesitation. No shame. No gentleness - just hard, rapid bucks of Gojo’s fingers that leave his own knuckles all red n’ raw. “T-try it-” He hisses out over the slamming impacts. And to encourage you, he slaps his swollen lips down on your clit and sucks. “Say my name- hngh, say my name while I make this pussy mine, my wife.”

God, that aphrodisiac was making him ravenous.

Was making him tug you back down with his superhuman strength and plaster your cunt down on his gaped maw. Was making him lick and lick and lick at the buzzing point of your clit, lapping up every drop of your secretions as it dripped out wetly.

You’re whining, blinking through the tears of overstimulation brought upon by his wetly glissading fingertips. “G—Gojo? Oh! Gojo-”

“Nuh uh…” Curvaceous, his probin’ tips manage to find your g-spot oh-so-easily. And with that cute area located, he has absolutely no qualms pressing down. Just like a lecherous button. The way you get even wetter at the zaps of pleasure makes Gojo fucking drool. “My real name, please. Pretty please, ma’am?”

“Oh my- ngh!” You’re arching perfectly off of your slick-dampened sheets, it’s like puddles have formed underneath you. And the in-betweens of your thighs were gushing out in rainfalls of cloying slick, sticking onto his face and everywhere. “Satoru-” Your breath hitches right when you feel Gojo start to press in a third finger. “Satoru Satoru Satoru-”

Bang!

Your teeth clench tightly, feeling the sinful vibrations take over every part of you once all three of his thorough, globed fingerpads scrape your g-spot. He smells up that sultry aroma of your sap once more- fuck, if he could he’d make it into his very favorite fragrance. “Well, I was thinking more ‘my husband’, but…that works, too~”

He’d rather be called your husband than his own name?

Perhaps it was the aphrodisiac that was getting to him- because with a few more vulgar strokes gliding down the sides of your pussy’s channel, Gojo’s gnawin’ greedily down on your clit. 

He takes the time to lean his head back and stretch-stretch-streeeetch where you were most sensitive. Making you shake with teary whimpers-

“Shit, and wh-where are you now, Goj- fuck!” With a thick huff at the fact that you were calling him that name again, you’re being punished with his prolonged digits then slowing down. Sensually. Torturously. 

All the way until you could feel the jutting sides of his joints stretch on your walls. He molds his sheer size inside your cunt, and lets the slight veins on his fingers zig-zag right along. You continue where you left off, though it takes you quite a bit of time to gather your muddled thoughts. “I mean- ngh, where are you now, Satoru?”

“Mmm, I like that. Let’s see now, shall we?” With that suggestion hanging in the air, you swear you’re feeling a few skitters of cursed energy dart from between your legs n’ right up your spine. “Heeeere we are.”

You’re mewling, his splayed-out palm skidding all over your front. 

“I think m’here.” Gojo clouds out his hot, murky breath against your puckered pussylips. And his free hand pinpoints down where his doughy fingertips reached for your deepest depths. “Aaaaand I want to be here-”

You watch, your maw unfastening further and further by the second as that pointer finger of his moves all the way up. All the way near your ribcages-

“Mmm, but I guess I’ll hafta put in something else for that, hm?”

“Yes- ngh, y-yes, hck!” Again and again—Gojo thrusts his fingers inside viciously. He activates his Six Ears even further to position his cold ring accurately up against your g-spot. “Shit, it feels so good-”

“And s’not just that aphrodisiac talking, is it?” Babbling away, his slick-flooded lips latch ‘round your clit so that his tongue can slither all over. And you swear that the cult leader’s sensual tastebuds start drawing damn hearts right on top of your swollen nub, “This p-pretty pussy agrees, too?”

Squelch-squelch-squeeeelch!

You’re crying out stupidly with both pairs of friction-bulged lips as he starts hitting your cunt harder. Spitting. Harder. Spitting just so his swabbin’ fingerpads can poke into every ridge and crevice, “Yeahhh, I think she’s slurping all that out in agreement- ngh.”

“Yes-” You don’t even know what you’re agreeing to, just knowing that it simply makes his slams accelerate. Makes your thighs shiver. Makes your body start to buck up with tiny zaps of electricity and oh-

“Oh, you’re clooooose, my wife.” He’s dragging out primally from the back of his throat, mouth starting to water. The blue irises of Gojo’s eyes seem to almost glow with power. “I can practically count when she’s gonna, hgnh, cum all over my tongue.”

Hips rutting onto his face, you’re now grinding up in looooong, sloppy drags that bump your sensitive cunt all over his mouth n’ up to the ridge of his nose. Though, not as much as you’d still have liked to drag out because of the dagger pinning down your robes. “Please, please, please- m’close-”

“I know, my wife. In fact-” Your future husband (perhaps?) departs from your clit with a lecherously wet plop! “I can count it.”

Count?

You don’t even know if you want to know what that meant.

With a few more gashes reaching for your sponged cervix, it’s as if Gojo permanently embeds the coldness of his metallic ring against your overstimulated walls. It’s as if- “F-fuck!” Your eyes damn near bulge out of your scalp, upper half surging upwards and then falling back down to meet the plush pillows all over again.

Because, just then, his slender scouring fingers seem to…vibrate.

Almost as if the powerful cursed energy that coated his digits was jittering inside of you. And every nook he probed sent you jolting with the most filthy lil’ bursts of electricity. “And that is five…” He pushes against your favorite spot another few more times, until your walls are all red n’ sensitive and he can’t stop. “Hm, four.”

“C-counting? Ngh-” You perch your hips further up his handsome face, gluing it against every suckling movement of his mouth.

Which - just then - he’s starting to stop sucking on just your needy clit. And moving his tongue from rolling over that nub to tryin’ and flopping inside—stretching out your slicked hole on his appendages even further. “Th-three.”

He gasps. He moans.

Powers going more and more out-of-control every time he’s tasting you. Pushing back in. So close now that the end of his nose was crushed against the top of your slit, and slipping n’ sliding to graze it.

Each time he fills up your every geysering divot, it’s like you’re seeing stars behind your lids. “Two.” Rendering you stupid on his tongue. Flattened and lapping everywhere and anywhere, his honed tip slithers inside and streeeeetches. “Aaaaaand- heh-” Precisely striking your most delicate spot, precisely making you moan pliably underneath him in only the way he ever could. “-one.”

You’re cumming with a shrill whine of his name—“T-Toru—fuck!”

Breaking apart on him, just as he had predicted. Using his Six Eyes, he marks out each n’ every peak  of your high, accurately pinpointing your g-spot after each one.

And that just makes you gasp, struggling to catch onto your labored breaths. Spittle drivels out in splashes from either side of your mouth, and your hips shake up n’ down his ajar maw. “It just feels so good, ngh, it should be illegal to feel this good-”

“It should be illegal to taste this good.” He bites back, thrusting between your sultry folds with the most sinful slurps. It’s as if, with your orgasm, you’re getting even greedier to swallow up his knobbly lengths. “And just- just know that m’hitting here, my wife.”

You’re cracking your eyelids open, your vision still bleary when you look down at where he was pointing. Where he was marking out an ‘X’ where his swabbing fingertips stuck against. Ended. 

“But soon enough…” Gojo drawls out, push after push. Peak after peak. You’re being driven so crazy with your orgasm that you’re starting to blame the aphrodisiac for how you’re feeling. “-m’gonna be all the way here.”

Back to pointing where he could feel your ribcage start.

It was a challenge. And it was a promise.

It’s only after the tingles of your high have bated - and you find your toes and fists unclenching - that he dares pull away. Ever-so-slightly.

Gojo takes the filthy time to press a few open-mouthed kisses on top of your cunt with the loudest mwah! “Now, I can finally fulfill that wedding vow…heh.”

Oh, so now it was a wedding vow?

“Sure is.” He grunts. And you have no idea whether he’s reading your mind or you’d simply been so far gone on the aftermath of your high that you’d babbled all that out loud - whichever one it was, you wouldn’t be surprised.

Standing up from where he’d been kneeling on the tatami mat, the first thing that Gojo does is unstick the dagger from the table.

And you think you’re finally free of his lecherous hold- that is, until he’s using the sharp end of his blade to teeeeear straight through your gauzy robes. It slices like butter, and soon enough he’d torn off your bar, pocketed your panties, and you found yourself completely naked underneath him.

“Th-that’s not fair.” You huff out, nose crinkling. Your wobbly arms reach out and tug on the sides of his yukata. “Take this off, Satoru.”

“Anything my wife wants…”

In a few quick seconds, he’s untying the sashes of his yukata. Revealing a long, milky expanse of skin dotted with a few striped scars. They cover him all the way from his broad shoulders to down his ladder-like abs, down the meaty sliver of his thighs you’re able to see. Gojo bores straight down at you as he frees his ravaged cock.

And oh—your mouth drops for what felt like the nth time tonight. He was rock fucking hard- even more so, so hard that the globe of his cockhead hits his abs with a wet smack.

He’s hissing underneath his breath as the cool air kisses his feverish cock: red, swollen, needy. So needy, in fact, that Gojo’s puffy, patterned veins were throbbing so hard it was visible.

And your mouth dries, hand reaching out—smack!

He claps onto the side of your curious wrist instantly, “Not- hah, not yet.” Rasping out through thick breaths, and with that hold he has on you, he’s pinning you down with his inhuman strength. Lacing your hand right above your head, Gojo throws your legs on his shoulders. 

Bending you down maddeningly.

And then, he’s seething out through the cracks of his sharpened canines. “I don’t think I can last- hck!” You’re making note of the fact that his bulbous tip was streaming out in precum, twitching. Flinching as he starts sliding it up n’ down your sultry folds, “Don’t think I can last a single second longer without claiming my pretty wife’s cunt,”

“O-oh my god–”

Purring out, “And what have I told you about that name~?”

It was a rhetorical question. And he was fucking you just like it- 

With both of his hands plastered on top of your clammy scalp, you’re being dragged back down for his split-ended tip to slip down and down and so much further down that it makes you keen. Seeing white behind your eyes at the pure sultry stretch-

“Sh-shit, Toru—” You’re moaning, saliva dribblin’ down the side of your mouth - which the cult leader leans into lick off. “It’s so big, it’s so big it’s so big-”

Gojo rolls his eyes, you were saying the cutest things in the world. “Well, I told you m’gonna be knockin’ all the way up against your, mmm, lungs, didn’t I?” Push after push. He wasn’t even all the way inside yet- Gojo was impatient. Gojo was ravenous. Pokin’ his plump tip deep into your gooey wet insides, he marks his wet slit out just right against your walls.

“And here I am—” You hear off, as if from a distance. One of his fingers slides down the middle of your stomach, pushing down where his globular cockhead was mazin’ its way inside. “Right h-here.” 

Just so big that you can’t do anything but claw down his muscular back and take it- “Such a big n-ngh- stretch.”

“Yessss—” He’s panting out, hot gusts against your features. And the tone that Gojo says it in makes the hair on your body slightly raise, it makes you look up into his widened eyes, his cracking tone. The way his plump, puckered lips seem to twitch into a smile that looks crazed. “S’a biiiiig stretch, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

And then he’s plummeting his fat, reddened tip against the sides of your walls - bashing. Trying and trying and hitting his toned pelvis against yours to try and fit himself even deeper.

“A biiiig stretch- and you’re g-gonna take that biiig fuckin’ stretch, aren’t you, ma’am?” The audacity to address you so respectfully, but he’s pounding his cock into you like that? Like you were a ragdoll.

Every time you’re lurching further up the long dining table with a whine, he’s pressing down on your head to drag you sloppily deeper. Harder. Gojo scrape-scrape-scrapes his circular divot like a headlight along your cunt and follows it with his hand. “Because m’still right here.” He presses his palm down about midway along your tummy. “And now- hah, now m’here.”

Even deeper, you feel your molars clench with the sheer stretch he was burrowing out. “And- and there’s more.”

“You want more?”

Fuck, you didn’t consider that Gojo Satoru would just be so gone on your pussy - so ruined - that he can’t even formulate a proper fucking thought.

“More-” He’s spitting out, and fuck- if only you knew that this damn aphrodisiac was leaving him even harder. Even more swollen inside of you. Bulging. He’s gritting his teeth so hard that you swear you can hear them; pumping and pumping. “More- more- more- more-”

Tears spurt behind your eyes at the way he was pounding you into the rickety table, and you’re sure that damn near the entire estate could hear you out. “Yes-” You’re spreadin’ your legs apart even wider, and Gojo takes the opportunity to spit. “Oh my god, ngh, more!”

And then, with the rawest, loudest squelch he’s finally bottoming out.

Finally scrapin’ your perked clit with the pale white bush at his hilt, finally feeling his plump divot scrape your cervix.

“Oh my god.” He utters. Dry. Parched. “O-oh my god.”

The faint light flooding in from the corridor shatters.

Bawling, “Ngh, Satoru—”

And then Gojo only slides a hand under your spine and arches you into him. “More it is…” He wrenches out, and soon enough those Six Eyes of his are activating to watch where his lean shaft was fucking away at. “S’right—” Pushing down - where it felt like your ribcage, felt like he was probin’ into your very lungs. “-h-here.”

“Th-there?” You gasp, head raised (you didn’t even register it raising, and by the sparks of cursed energy coating your skin, you’re wondering if he was the one to somehow do it). 

“Mmmmhm.” Your future husband spits out, “Right there.” And while he’s jackhammering you silly, the edge of his pointer moves up and down your front.

Exactly outlining the mazing pathway that his cock was taking through your cunt- “Aaaaand now m’here- and here, and now I’m there- shit!”

He ravages your poor, flexible cervix nearly raw - fuck, he felt raw. And the strongest didn’t know whether it was because of those damn aphrodisiacs or the way he had you adorably shakin’ and whining under him.

Hiccuping, “I kn-know, I can feel you right there.”

“Oh, you know, huh?” Something sparks in his murky peripheries, and soon enough Gojo slithers a hand down to hold onto your cute clit. It wasn’t just enough to have it drag all slimily down his abs n’ hilt - he had to give you the real deal.

His proud fingertips easily latch onto your nub, and with it- the sparks of cursed energy. Oh, he was going out of control. He couldn’t even reel back in his powers because you and the aphrodisiac and you. “And d’you know what this is? Hm, lil’ sorcerer? Cute lil’ first grade?” Cooing. “Do you know how h-hard it was to hone my powers? How fucking long it took?”

Slap after slap of his rovering tip.

If you were in any less of a cockdrunken state of mind then you’d have jolted at the fact that Gojo - your target - just called out your occupation and ranking like he knew all along.

Gojo pushes away the bangs from his face furiously, “And look at this.” Rolling his slick-glazed thumb over your clit, it gave the sensation that felt almost like a vibrator. “Look at this- I can’t even fucking control- oh, fuck.”

Just then you squeeze.

Your soft, heart-shaped innards that clung onto his veiny cock. He doesn’t think he’s ever been closer to fucking heaven. “Fuck.” Through the sweaty strands of his hair, Gojo looks up and catches yet another one of the dinner room lights breaking into tiny pieces. And he can’t help the laugh that leaves him- breathy, high. “Oh. Oh look at- that-”

“What? Look at ngh, what?” You’re babbling away stupidly as his pre trickles out of him in wads and ribbons, coating the back of your pussy all translucent. 

Gojo’s sensitive ears catch all those noises, and he immediately can’t decide which pretty pair of lips to stare at. “Look at- uh…” Immediately drooling at the filthy way you were creaming your slick around him. 

A gluey wad of it slips along his veiny shaft and ends up drenching his happy trail, his heavy ballsack. Hitting you with thwack after thwack.

“Look at what, Toru?” You mewl out, staring at his slightly agape lips. 

Shit, he flinches at that nickname. It hits him harder than ever.

And Gojo wastes no time before keeping his hand at your clit, and letting the other clasp your throat. With his rude fingertips, he’s dragging you back down after the recoil of each thrust. “Look at the way you’ve fucking ruined me.”

His voice breaks. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound so desperate - so roughened up. 

And the most-wanted cult leader looked like it, too: blush burning, muscles bulged, pale lashes beaded with tears, his pinkish lower lip wobbling after each squeeze. And his immense power was just shooting out every time your warm cunt felt just a little too good- lights shattering, unbolted furniture quivering. You swear you kiss your lips to his and Gojo fucking whimpers into your mouth - just as you do, too.

Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, maybe it was just you - fuck, he was getting so pussydrunken that he was verging on the edge of insanity. Of sappiness.

“F-forget your mission- fuck those elders.” Gojo gnaws down on your whimpering bottom lip like gum. “You don’t need them. Oh, with me- you can be the strongest.” And as if to emphasize his point, he’s heading his mushroomy tip straight for your g-spot. Hard. “Rule with me.”

It honestly takes you a few more unrelenting strokes for him to fuck the answer out of you. “Y-you’re asking me to give up my mission?” Your eyes pop as you finally register his words properly. “You’re asking me to be your wife?”

“M’asking you to be my wife.” Then he draws a damp heart on your clit, right alongside the pattern of his name: ‘Gojo’. Drawn right on top of your nub, “And m’asking hah! h-her to be my wife.” 

Gojo Satoru has never been the one to ask for a hand in marriage.

Gojo Satoru has never been on anything but the receiving end of confessions.

And here he was, completely ruined on your squelching pussy. Gobbling up his every inch past your folds, every thorough, honed inch. And with each thrust, he echoes out those very words like a broken record-player- “Be my wife, ngh. Be my wife, be my w-wife, be my wife, ma’am?”

Practically begging in your ear, and into your mouth. You run your palms through his soft hair and pull him even closer, “Only if you can make me- ngh, fuck! cum, Toru.”

He’s never taken a task so seriously.

Ever. 

His ruby-red tip twitches just a bit as he pokes it against the doorway to your womb, now at a constant rhythm. Again and again and again until you can feel that familiar twist at the bottom of your stomach, building up and up. 

“Sh-shit, Satoru, I think I’m-”

“Close.” Gojo finishes off for you - because he knew beforehand. Of course, he knew beforehand. He could see it- the sides of his eyes were imbued with sharp volts of electricity. Crackling. Glowing. 

You wondered whether he even realized.

Whether he knew that his achingly-hard cock was also quivering greedily at the very end, his pours of wadded precum getting more frequent. “You’re close, sweetheart. I can feel it.” He groans, his nostrils flaring. “I can smell it. You’re gonna cum soon.”

Nodding, “Yes- yes, I can feel it coming.”

“Mhm just oooooone—” As he drags out his gruff voice, he does the same with his flinching cock. “Aaaaand, two-” Breaths getting shorter. Your sanity was near-snapping—“Th-three.”

And - exactly on his count - you’re cumming.

Hard and hot. 

Sharp spikes of bliss make you throw your head back, back arched so that you could feel Gojo’s ridged abs whilst he drilled you maddeningly through your high. Each n’ every speck of zapping pleasure being hit by his tip, dead-on. 

“C-cumming…” You let off, weakly. Limp in his arms while he pushes you through the kaleidoscope of your high. “I’m- oh, fuck. You are, too.”

“Huh?” Dazed n’ pussdrunken, Gojo looks down with a slightly shocked expression. And the sight that greets him might as well have been the pearly gates of heaven spread wide open.

Because while you twitched and whimpered through your high - he’d done the very same. 

Loooooong, stringy splashes of ivory syrup that fill you up all the way to the brim. He’s cumming so hard that another splosh! of seed trickling into the back of your womb makes the lights above you burst.

Makes the power go out in the estate. In the entire city- fuck, perhaps even the entire country.

The strongest whines underneath his breath as he feels his stirrin’ cock move around the goopy wads inside you. Fucking each and every precious droplet in, pummeling it deep into the back of your cervix. Glissading. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, I have.” Still breathy as if he was in disbelief. Still. Somewhere in the distance, the two of you can faintly register that the table was slightly hovering. “I have.” That the plates were jittering. That his reverse cursed energy was seeping out in bucketloads just to make sure that he doesn’t break any of your bones while he fucks you through his own high. “I have I have I have, my wife.”

And he runs a thumb over the slick spray of white that covers your pussylips, promptly putting it inside his mouth. Gojo’s eyes roll to the back of his skull, and he moans. “S’sweeter than dessert.”

“Sh- oh!”

Before you can respond to that, he’s pressing down on your tummy and watching as his knots of cum squelch out. Formulating this pretty glistening ring ‘round his hilt- but as he looks down at it, you can’t help but notice that Gojo looked more concentrated than admiring.

That he seemed to be looking, searching, for…something.

“Taken-” He growls, as if he’s just read your mind. “I-it hasn’t- ngh-” Scouring your front, scouring your womb straight from the outside of it. “-hasn’t taken yet, sweetheart.”

“O-oh.”

It’s the only thing you’re managing to get out. In a split-second, Gojo has his raw, reddened cock pulled out and you flipped onto your stomach with only a few maneuvers.

From behind, the head of his cock pries apart your puffy pussylips with a gentle squelch. And slowly, inch by inch, he starts sinking all the way back iiiiiiiin—“Can I do it until it, ngh, takes, sweetheart?” Gojo gusts out against the shell of your ear - he’s bent over now, practically in half just as you were. You could feel his abs melting against your arched spine, his prominent pecs grazing your shoulders. “How about we do it until we have a daughter, ma’am? I’ve always wanted to be a girl dad.”

Oh my god.

“Satoru, my wife. Call me Satoru.”

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The aphrodisiac didn’t wear off after that first round, obviously. Nor did it lose any effect after the second, the third, the fourth.

Not even after the fifth, when you’d broken the poor dinner table properly in half by then. Your orgasms flowing shapelessly into each other that you didn’t know when yours ended and his started- by then, Gojo was so overstimulated that he was bawling.

Whimpering. 

Just a big mess that pinned you back into a full nelson. And by the sixth round- oh, by the sixth round was when he started cumming dry. Hitched sobs leaving his throat every time his bulbous, red tip twitched but let out nothing but a few tremors. 

You had your head fallen back against Gojo’s collarbone, neck held in a headlock. You bit your teeth into his strong forearm just so you don’t scream at the constant wave of bliss that left you trembling. Riding out the last few dredges of it on his vicious cock. “Sa—Toru. Ngh, Toru- Toru.” So stupid on his length that you were unable to say anything but his name, like a mantra. 

“M’here-” He breathes out, scalding hot against the side of your head. “M’here m’here m’here- mmm, your h-husband’s here, sweetheart.”

“Don’t even know if I can- ngh, cum, anymore.” You babble out, your back too weak to even arch back against his abs. “Think I’m- oh, the aphrodisiac has…fuck.”

“Hngh, guess what? I think s’t-taken.” As you whimper away, Gojo blinks back the tears in his eyes to (somewhat) activate his Six Eyes. Just so far gone by now that they didn’t even properly heed him anymore - oh, look what you’ve done to him. “Ohhh, and look! It’s a girl!” He chuckles, “Does that make you happy, ma’am? To know that your husband has- oh, bred you. Knocked you up already- oh.”

His sloppy, torturous thrusts slow down as he finally looks down at you: your drowsy eyes, the way you were practically knocked out at this point.

That reverse cursed energy of his might have stopped him from breaking a bone or two in both your bodies, but the overstimulation was just as potent as ever. And without second thoughts, he’s pulling out with a wettened noise. And a trickle of ivory cum slips out of your tender hole like a fountain- Gojo licks his lips, no. He has time for that later.

He has all the time in the world to try cleaning off the cum from your cunt with his tongue. The rest of your lives together, in fact.

Gently, Gojo cradles you in his arms. In his hoarse voice, he orders a few members of the association to leave wet towels and fresh clothes outside. And using those - using the privacy of the dining room, where there was only him to see you like this - he’s cleaning you off.

Wiping off every dredge of cum- fuck, how had your tight cunt managed to even hold all of that.

And then, he’s dressing you in the clothes brought to him. Suspiciously, an expensive robe that was your exact size (hey, you can’t blame a man for thinking ahead!) Spending a few more minutes seeping extra reverse cursed energy into your body, he hoped you felt comfortable in his arms.

Because it was in his arms that you’re carried out, almost like a princess.

All the way out to the auditorium.

He jostles your robes so that you’re not revealing anything to the tens of thousands of Time Vessel Association members gathered for assembly this morning. In the crowd, Gojo thinks he could spot those rejected candidates, as well.

Elbowing each other, giggling. 

Every single person in the audience buzzes and hums and trips over each other to try and get a closer look at you - who was this strange person that their leader looked at so tenderly? Who was this strange person that brought a soft smile upon his face that they’ve never seen before. Who was this strange person that was covered in so many hickies and scratches that it looked as if you’d been thrown to the wolves - and Gojo wasn’t any better.

Even the most grim of elders blushed at the implication.

“My family—” Gojo’s cold voice rings out into the mic, and across every corner of the auditorium. It was clear. It was final. “I present to you, your second leader.” He grins, holding you close. “My wife.”

A/N. Mwahh have a lovely week mls <3

Even more gorgeous than you’d been during those brief formal interviews, between clans and council members who nudged each other at the fact that he had finally chosen a bride. 

You’d swapped out your wedding robes for an actual robe that was much…riskier. Stuck to your skin, glistening in the faint candlelight. You were semi-sprawled comfortably across the bed, having patiently waited for their ‘team meeting’ to have finished. 

And Sukuna would’ve yelled at any of them for gaping stupidly from the doorway, he should have - if he wasn’t gaping stupidly himself, that is. Lips parted, crimson eyes bulging. 

This was the clan leader rumored by some to be a monster, and rumored by others to fight like a monster: now fully frozen at the sight of you. 

It takes about seven different council members and Itadori Wasuke poking Sukuna’s muscular back with his wooden cane to make him move. “Ryo-” Jin hisses in slight concern, fingers starting to itch towards his phone, namely in the sequence of the emergency number he’d memorized for tonight. “Ryo move- you- oaf-” 

Respect for the head of the household be damned, they were deadset on bullying him inside the romantically-decorated room. Finally making him move one foot. Two. 

As soon as he staggers through the entrance, the towering mahogany doors then slam shut behind him. Somewhat snapping Sukuna out of his little reverie - somewhat. He shakes his head free of that vision of you, gaze dropping to the floor- anywhere but where you were sitting, so beautiful and unbothered. 

An heir.

Right, an heir. What was that nonsense about six heirs? Right now, he felt he’d be lucky to get to not faint.

“I uh-” You lean closer with a smile when he starts to sputter out, and the act itself nearly makes him take a step back. Heart rushing to the surface of his tattooed skin, “Ah, I mean-”

He gulps. And almost as if they were sensing the tension inside the bedroom, the group outside abruptly starts up the distant saxophone of a George Michael. It filters through the slight gaps of the doorway and into the thick silence inside. 

You were looking at him with a raised brow, clearly waiting for him to speak first with his interesting reaction.

Which is exactly what Ryomen Sukuna does - exactly why he clears his throat gravely. All seven feet of his figure straightening, toned chest puffing out. Jin had told him to smile before he smoldered, and right now Sukuna does neither. Only asking in grim seriousness-

“So are you uh…open-minded?”

“What?”

“What?”

BANG!

He’d removed himself from the honeymoon suite before you could even blink. 

And as you sat up on the bed in genuine confusion, the clan leader outside - your husband - was crouched against the now-closed bedroom doors. Knees to his pecs, all four palms coming up to cover his face- though, they do nothing to hide the scorching red flushed at the tips of his ears. 

The elders can only gawk; they’d known Sukuna since birth, and never had he acted in this manner. Never had he been so flustered, blushed so bright that it looked like he was steaming from his very skin. Flinching at the touch of his brother, he groans once the older one starts punting him with questions.

Jin squawks, “Is your wife okay- are you okay?”

“Yes- no.”

“Do I need to call the fire department?”

“No.”

“The exorcist-”

“No no no- fuck! She was just so…” Sukuna finally manages to string together more than one coherent syllable, running his hefty fingers down his features, like he wanted to scrub the embarrassment off of him. And the tail end of his response rings out as nothing but a whisper. So small, so shy. “…beautiful.”

He looks up at the circle surrounding him like he was pleading, “So, so beautiful.” Baritone dropping into an even lower volume, he scratches the back of his head like a child recounting a crush. “And she- she smiled at me, heh. What’d I do to end up with a wife like her?”

The elders and family members look at each other. 

Silence.

At least, as much silence as you could get in the Itadori Estate. Because, before long, Wasuke clutches his aged heart and gasps, “No!” Only once every pair of eyes has turned to look at him- “My son has no game.”

The emergency services were called that night. 

Though, it’s more for a health check on his father’s heart than for anything gone wrong with your honeymoon. And Jin thinks that’s pointedly to do with the fact that you don’t have a wedding night - at least, not in the sense of the word. 

After he’d offered Sukuna a general health check-up too (he’d vehemently denied) and a heart check-up in particular (he’d considered) you’d finally ended up walking out of the bedroom. Barely getting through one word of their overlapping explanations before you’d held up a hand. 

“It…actually might be better if I don’t know.” You’d sagely remarked, and quite smartly. Before turning to your new husband, who’d all but cowered at your gaze, “But you need to get some sleep, mister. Don’t think I don’t know about how cranky you get otherwise.”

“Hell yeah, ma’am. So true, ma’am.”

And Sukuna had sauntered back into the marital suite of his own accord, for a night of sleep. Nothing but sleep - though, Jin thinks he caught Sukuna fist pumping in celebration when you insisted he didn’t have to sleep on the couch.

There seemed to be no hope for an heir that night. Or, ever, at this rate.

And the trusty council of elders that were present would later retell the story in the morning after, with varying degrees of humor - some cackling about the fearsome head’s one weakness, others grieving the lack of heirs that the Itadori clan shall now have.

But most had been left with quite a different impression. They eyed each other during breakfast, when you’d come down with no marks, no signs of lost sleep. Surely, there was no other explanation - Ryomen Sukuna was impotent. 

He might not be the sweetest clan leader, or the most empathetic, or clearly the most savvy with the ladies, but he was their leader nonetheless. 

And they had to do everything in their power to help.

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“-and then the ol’ man starts playing fuckin- I mean, freaking ‘Careless Whisper’ and then I make a fool of myself-”

“Mhm.”

“-but she was oh-so-sweet about it. Which makes no sense, how can one be beautiful and sweet? I mean, look at me- I’m a right bastard-”

“Mhm.”

“-not that I’m complaining. And then when we shared the bed, heh, she told me ‘goodnight.’ Can you believe that? Goodnight? Obviously, she’s into me.”

“Mhm.” Five-year-old Itadori Yuji looks up from where he’d been playing with blocks on the archery dojo, “Uncle Kuna, can we go play hide-and-seek now?”

But the older man lets go the taut, tough string of his bow- hitting the bullseye of his target dead-on. “You’re right! She’s totally into me- heh, ten points for Sukuna.” It was already nearing sundown, and he’d been cooped up in the Estate’s dojo for hours after the fiasco that was his wedding night a few days ago. 

Nothing else had occurred between the two of you since. For which he was equally as grateful as he was disappointed - obviously you didn’t want to spook him. And obviously he wanted you.

But it wasn’t his fault he’d been trained in the arts of commandeering rather than communication. 

Which is how he found himself with that lil’ nephew of his as a therapist, shooting away arrows with the specialized bow designed for Sukuna’s four beefy arms, and fourfold strength. As if that would help ease the tension.

The clan leader opens his mouth again and it’s enough to make Itadori throw himself back onto the polished wooden floor. Starting off- “And did I tell you that when she told me ‘goodnight’ it was in a tone of like-”

“Ahem.”

If there was anything that could make big, bad Sukuna quieten down, then it certainly wasn’t his advisors, or his older brother, or anything else but you. 

And all you had to do was clear your throat once to signal your intrusion, having wandered your way through the massively sprawling Estate. You’d somehow led yourself straight to him.

You bow politely, “I hope I’m not disrupting.”

“C-course not.” To your surprise, your husband speaks first. “We were just-”

“Talking about you-” You giggle as Itadori instantly runs to cling onto your arms. Excitedly squealing at a mile a minute, “Uncle Kuna says that- that he has a huuuuge crush on you and-”

“No!” Sukuna interjects in panic- that traitor. 

“And- and he liked the way you say ‘goodnight’ and-” 

“Itadori Yuji, I will pay you to stop talking.” 

You’re watching the situation like a tennis match, and Yuji does stop - for about three seconds, that is. Until his voice drops into a conspiratorially low whisper, hands cupping his mouth- “Did you know he also called an exorcist-”

“What the f- I did not?” Husky bass damn near cracking, he rips the little boy away from you. “Scram, gremlin.”

Pushing at his back to make the toddler waddle away and give the two of you some space, Sukuna hastens to straighten up and puff his chest out. Making sure that the loose fabrics of his training yukata would slip aside to flash you with a sliver of his toned pecs, glistened with a thin layer of sweat. 

And when - only when - he catches your eyes dipping downwards, he clears his throat—smooth, Ryomen Sukuna. You’ve made people disappear, you can do smooth- “H-hi.”

His vocals crack.

Nearly passing out from the shame - but you don’t seem to mind. “Hi to you, too. I see you’re working hard?”

“Yeah- I mean no.” As you raise a brow, “Who needs ta work hard when you’re just good?”

“Is that so?” It’s a blatant brag, but one that didn’t go unsubstantiated. Your eyes drift to the side to where targets had been lined along the distant wall, each of them punctured right through the middle with a sharp arrow. “Oh, that’s impressive. I don’t think I could ever-”

“Would ya like to try?”

You’re nearly as shocked as Sukuna at the words that escape his mouth, before he can mull and chew over them first. But that swiftly melts into a look of eagerness once you nod- being handed his hefty bow.

“It’s heavier than normal.” Before you know it, he’s sidled up behind you. Leaned down so close that his warm breath blankets your neck- pointed chin hitting somewhere by your temple, tense core pushed up against you. 

So close. Easily, two of Sukuna’s hands help you hold the weight of his massive bow, and another two fall down to your waist to guide you. “Easy there, mama.”

“Th-thank you-” You’re find yourself stammering from the pure intimacy. And it was just so unfair how pliable he found you - heart racing, mind spinning at the thought - angling you bodily to face the targets. “So I just pull and release, then?”

“Mhm. You pull reeeal hard.” Deep, throaty. You’re noticing just how warm his hands were when they’re on yours, helping you pull, pull, pull back on the feathery edge. “Breathe in reeeeal slow.” You do, and you feel him match yours. “Position it.”

His honed strength helps you find the target, and his hands- oh, but his hands were nearly making you lose sight of the bullseye. “Aaand-” Two of his rough palms draaaagging down your sides for stability for him to tower over you, and then two more gently rubbing over your hands for reassurance as you- “-shoot.”

Schwing–!

It lands dead-center in the bullseye.

He grins, “Hell yeah.” 

“Yes!” You’re hissing, bow still in your arms as you leap into Sukuna’s. It was a brief embrace, just the quickest few seconds - but your husband nearly melts.

With your face tucked into the crook of his neck- his eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets, four massive palms hovering in the air like he didn’t know what to do with himself. In a flash, you’re reaching ‘round your body to let him rest them on your back, and he gasps, “O-oh-”

“Oh?” With a slight chuckle, you pull back, and he nearly whines in agony. But this was the Ryomen Sukuna, of course he can hold it back…to merely a slight grunt of pain. “Thank you for teaching me.”

“Thank you for being my wife-”

“Pardon?”

“Nevermind- I uh-” All four palms come up to cover his face in utter horror- it had been going so well if it wasn’t for the clan leader’s big mouth. Everyday was seemingly an unfortunate reminder that he was related to the blabbermouths that were Jin, Yuji, and…

Speaking of, where was Yuji?

Little did he know that a certain pink-haired toddler was holding a certain group of elders hostage behind the screens that led to the dojo’s entrance. Their bodies, formerly leaned over the doorway to spy on the couple, were now crouched on the floor. 

Disappointed- how could their revered clan leader not take the bait? Impotency strikes again.

But, right now, the masterminds were slightly more occupied with something else. Fingers to mouths, voices in whispers- begging the little boy standing in front of them to remain quiet.

But Yuji only smiles, standing proudly in front of them. He whispers, “Do you wanna play hide and seek?”

The council of the greatest minds in the household look at each other, “Uh…no?” Unsure of what else to say to the boy.

Before their ears are pierced by the most noisy child-like shriek of Sukuna’s name—“Uncle Kunaaaaa—it’s the exorcists!”

An arrow shoots their way. And by the way it strikes precisely into the wooden panels between the elders’ heads, precisely where it didn’t harm anything but their motivations, their egos, and perhaps slightly their heart conditions - they’re guessing it was their loving clan leader that shot it.

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Sukuna always did hate stuffy clan meetings.

The ones where documents were piled into columns taller than himself, council men and women spoke over each other to try and earn his attention, and he had to act for hours like he actually tolerated the guest invited that day. All in the name of ah- politics, or whatever. 

And today was much the same - except for one shocking, sudden surprise. You. 

You, seated directly opposite him on the large round table now that you were officially part of the clan. You, perfectly positioned for him to take in every pretty inch of you. You, who he’d give anything just to have beside him and chatting his ear off, or helping with his papers.

And, honestly, with a view like that he wouldn’t even complain about being forced to discuss- what was it again-

“The socioeconomic impacts of clan bonding activities and how they-” Choso - who’d recently started attending for education on the clan - drones in such tired monotone, shrugging at their two-toned guest, Zenin Naoya, without looking up from where he was doodling on some contract. “-could really benefit from those.”

“Tch- don’t talk like I didn’t know that, brat.” Sukuna narrows his eyes down at his eldest nephew.

Only to get a withering eyebrow raise in return, “Well, did you?”

“Yes…” No-

And almost as if he could read the pure lie on his uncle’s face, the middle-schooler has the audacity to put his pencil down and grin. More interested in the happenings of the meeting than he had been in four hours now. “Oh really? Well then, dear uncle of mine, would you care to explain to your nephew who comes up with these bonding activities?”

“The fuck do I look like? Stupid? It’s…Jin.” It was a guess, no one else would do something like that. He turns his face away from Choso and towards you. Politely laughing at something that the person next to you had said-

“And why is it important?”

He grumbles, this damn kid. Absent-mindedly- because oh, how was he expected to focus when your lips move to talk so prettily. As if in slow motion, like in those sappy movies Jin loved. “Uh, socio-something or the other-”

“And what do we hope to get out of today?”

“Erm-” Furrowing his brows, laser-focused on wracking his brain when- you turn his way. All you have to do is look at him for Sukuna to blurt- “Six kids, a summer house, and pets of her choice.” 

In stunned silence, Choso only gravely draws a tally count. 

You: 3

Sukuna: -478

“Oi- I’m at least in the double digits-”

“I think you have bigger things to worry about.” He muters, jabbing a pencil in your direction. “Your wife’s about to get stolen.”

And oh.

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t take kindly to snapping his head over and recognizing that slight glint in Naoya’s eyes; the way his mouth curled up meanly, body leaning just a tad closer to yours whenever you pulled back. Not kindly at all. 

Worst of all, he’d just been hit with the realization that it was that rat bastard who’d been making you laugh while he’d been stuck with duties. 

Simply on opposite ends of the room, and yet, it feels like an eternity until the hulking clan leader rises from his seat. Feet pounding their way over to where you were, your eyes raise instantly-

“Oh, there you are.” You start to smile - only for it to falter, coldly, at the shadowed expression on Sukuna’s face. He looked like he’d just seen a raging ghost, and his expression was downturned as such. 

You couldn’t pinpoint whether it had been the stress or the fact that the future heir to the Zenin clan couldn’t take a hint. But you’re trying to soothe him, “You looked quite busy-”

“I was, ah-” He was always weak to anything you said, “-bonding…activities…socioeconomics.”

Sarcastically, “How riveting.”

“No need to worry, I kept her company, though.” An annoying, grating voice bursts through your bubble. And before you can do anything to stop him, Naoya has his arm thrown ‘round the back of your seat. Around the room, one by one, the elders were starting to turn in their own chairs. Discussions dropping to whisper- “And my father always does commend my networking skills, clan leader Sukuna.”

And you think Sukuna might burst. You think he might just rip into him-

But, no. Instead, he breaks out into a smile, “Ah, young master Zenin, huh? Didn’t notice ya there.” A smile that was just slightly jarring, slightly…dangerous. “I see you have met my wife. Quite charming, isn’t she?”

“Yes yes, quite beautiful.” Naoya waves off with a chuckle, elbowing the taller man where he could reach. Huffing, “Though, I must say, it’s quite smart to let the wife inside a clan meeting. Gives you something to look at, at least.”

You seethe, brows furrowing, “Pardon-” But your husband already has a hand signalling you to seat yourself back down comfortably. A commotion was starting to stir by now, and if anyone was going to make a mess of clan politics and reap the consequences, it would be him.

He could and would take the fall for you.

“Young master Naoya.” He declares in a booming voice, “The Itadori clan has decided that we would so ah- love to indulge you in a practical example of our very own bonding activities.”

As you tilt your head in slight confusion - this certainly wasn’t part of the meeting agenda, and the council seemed to notice it, too, Naoya hums. “Oh?”

“Right now. You’re welcome.”

“What? Now? But-” 

As the lanky man scrambles in his seat, Sukuna grasps the very back and topples Naoya right out of it. “No no, let me.” And all it takes is one hand to lift their guest straight into midair and march him out of the room. 

The door slams shut behind the duo.

And you didn’t need to hear the yelps, or the punches, or the begs for mercy to know exactly what your husband had in mind as a ‘bonding activity.’ 

It seemed the member of the Zenin clan would be leaving here bruised for his words, and it seemed that the elders were strangely…excited at the notion? Buzzing impatiently, tittering to each other. 

It only increases twofold as Sukuna re-enters the meeting hall - knuckles suspiciously bruised, and notably without a pompous heir behind him - and you find yourself fighting back a smile. Muttering some half-hearted lecture about treating guests well, which he seems to lap every word of, you end it off by reaching upwards and kissing the side of Sukuna’s cheek. 

Fleeting and innocent.

But the elders gasp-

“Oh my god- oh my god, it’s happening—”

“My money’s on a girl child being the firstborn-”

“-maybe he’s only half-impotent-”

Keen eardrums catching the whispers and congratulations, you only have the time to catch the tips of his cheekbones smearing bright red - before the clan leader stumbles back out of the meeting room.

“Oh, I think I jinxed it-”

Choso, meanwhile, crinkles his nose and reaches for his eraser and pencil once more. 

Sukuna: -477

“Gnarly.”

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“Uncle Kuna—-!” It was inevitable that every single person inside of Yuji’s cute lil’ kindergarten would end up knowing when his father wouldn’t be able to pick him up, and his uncle would arrive instead.

For one, it was all he would talk about the day beforehand. And two, they’d all hear his shrill squeal- except, most students and teachers used to this little ritual were probably shocked at the scream that followed after. “Mama—!”

And you were just as caught off-guard. 

Somewhere, in the distant bushes at the very end of the kindergarten playground, a few elders and Itadori Jin fistbump one another. All those lessons, not gone to waste!

“Ah- Yuji?” You’re fighting the way your voice wobbles in surprise, and it felt like a tiny cannonball had been shot at you with the way he runs straight to you. “What did you say, baby?”

Somewhat confused, two large eyes peak up at you. And his voice is tiny, “Mama?”

Ruffling the curly pink locks of Yuji’s hair, you just-so-happen to glance at the boy’s uncle. Your husband. Who was currently steaming from his ears and flushed bright crimson, veins bulging at his forehead, mouth opening and closing stupidly. “I- you- who-”

He was speechless.

Barely even breathing- honestly, you’re hit with the slight urge to reach forwards and feel for Sukuna’s pulse before a calm voice breaks through. “Ah! I see Yuji’s favorite uncle is here today.” A soft, bowl-cut man claps his hands as he walks up. Your eyes drop down to his nametag and read ‘Haibara.’ “And you must be-”

“My wife-” Sukuna spits out, before another word can leave Haibara’s mouth. “My wife, Jin could never pull anyone like-”

“Excuse my husband.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With yourself properly introduced - this time with names - you find yourself laughing along to one of Haibara’s anecdotes of Yuji, something to do with a dare and attempting to eat a terribly finger-shaped stick. He smiles breezily at you and hums, “He’s a good kid, and seems to be very fond of you. You should come visit more often.”

“Well, I hope to.” Grinning right back, you squeeze Yuji’s squirming body as Sukuna takes off his tiny back-pack. And you can’t help but think that it all felt so…domestic. 

Evidently, the cozy atmosphere had been obvious. Haibara ponders out loud, “Forgive me for asking, but do the two of you plan on having children soon? You seem like you’d be wonderful parents.”

Oh, you look at Sukuna. And Sukuna doesn’t meet your eyes, though, with his face turned straight ahead- what you could see was the way the tips of his ears were slowly starting to redden.

It seems like ages, it seems like he was waiting for your answer just as Haibara innocently was. And your mouth opens-

“Mister Haibawa, Yuji’s uncle can’t be a parent, he’s already an exorcist.” What the f—the trio of adults snapped their heads down to see that a black-haired boy - another Zenin, confound it - had just tugged on his teacher’s sweater. Butting into the conversation- Sukuna thinks he could recall this boy’s name, something Gummy? Megumi?

“Oh?” Then it wasn’t an orange-haired girl on his other side, “My mommy says he’s unemployed.”

“That, too.”

Somewhere, in the distant bushes at the very end of the kindergarten playground, a few elders and Itadori Jin facepalm. All those lessons, gone to waste!

“Well I don’t think he can be a parent because he looks stupid.” This time, one burly boy with a buzzcut enters the scene. And he was sparing no punches, both metaphorically and literally - he knocks out a good few backhands against Sukuna’s core. 

“That, too.”

“He doesn’t look stupid, Todo.” His nephew whines at him- that’s his boy! 

Sukuna could almost shed a tear, oh, how proud he was. So proud, in fact, that he’s hoisting the babbling boy over his shoulders without a second thought. 

Maybe Jin hadn’t completely failed as a father, after all. Maybe the boy wasn’t a hopeless case and had actually come to appreciate the strong, kind parental figure that was his uncle- “He just looks sorta stupid when he thinks he’ll embarrass himself in front of his wife. Because he does that a lot. That’s all.”

“Like the time with the exorcist.” Megumi nods, sagely.

“Like the time with the exorcist.” Yuji agrees, smacking the top of Sukuna’s head. 

“There- there was no time with the exorcist.” The clan leader tries to clarify to an extremely confused Haibara. 

And the girl - Nobara, according to the nametag on her glittery back-pack - points up at him, accusing. “I like his hair. He also can’t be a parent because he wears wigs.”

Sukuna growls, “You’re just jealous, bob-cut-”

You furrow your brows, “Do you wear wigs?”

“No.”

Yuji giggles, “Will you wear wigs?”

“No-”

“When will you wear wigs?” 

“Never!” Honestly, children these days. He damn near pounces on Haibara, who’d asked that last question.

Megumi - honestly what was this kid’s problem - seems to pipe up for the sake of piping up, “And he steals candy from babies.”

“That was one time-”

“Hey hey-” Without warning, Todo was tugging on Sukuna’s trousers to gain his attention. Snickering as the older man looks down with the most weary face in existence, “You wanna learn how to actually impress fine shyt?”

“What is…fine sh-”

“That’s enough for today. I think.” Their teacher claps his hands, “And Todo Aoi what have I told you about using certain words? Don’t think I won’t have a talk with your guardian again, young man.” Flustered, he throws an apologetic look your way before corralling his tiny students inside. “Now- inside!”

You can finally breathe a sigh of relief - finally, finally. 

Though, you don’t know what bewilders you more - the fact that they listen, or the fact that Todo was the only one that didn’t. And it was all because of the fact that he had Ryomen Sukuna kneeled down to match his height, mouth snarling, but head nodding intently to whatever Todo was whispering in his ear. You look at Haibara, and he shrugs just as helplessly.

“Umm…mister Haibara?” Another one. The pink-haired man’s soul damn near leaves his body as another teeny, toddling monster starts pulling on the teacher’s sweater. 

Likely expecting an encore of the chaos just prior, his smile stretches thin. “Yes, Toge?” And you, too, start praying that it wasn’t any more love advice, or choice words about Sukuna’s character.

Pale hair cut into severe bangs, the boy mumbles in a small voice, “There’s some old men in the bushes.”

Ryomen Sukuna has never run up to a bush to kick it so fast. 

And, later, with Jin left explaining to the teachers and the elders still walking off their bruises, he found himself walking down a softly sunlit road with you. Yuji now fast asleep on his shoulders, and you by his side.

It was a perfect day. Made only more perfect by the gentle tugging of your husband’s fingers towards yours, in midair. In all his years, it’s perhaps the scariest thing he’s done. They hesitate, and then they reach - the slow curves of his digits gliding down your wrist, before interlocking with yours. Warm. Firm. And yet, softer than his palms have ever felt. 

He thinks he catches you smiling, and Sukuna thinks Todo’s advice might not have been so bad after all. 

And from a nearby bush, Itadori Jin pumps his fist in success. Impotency or not, not a complete waste, then.

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One night a week later, the elders decide, push should come to shove.

Literally; cold towels were thrust into your hands before you’d been shoved through the damp wooden gates of the Itadori household’s bathroom. It was the largest one, special in the way a large portion of the room was occupied by a steaming hot spring.

And from your position at the very edge of the humid chamber, you could see the toned shoulders of Ryomen Sukuna. Back turned to the door, just the upper half of his body was peaking out of the water. Glistened with dampness, deltoids flexed as he leans his elbows back against the floor.

You’re semi-glancing behind you at the members of the council that had all but thrown you inside- something about ‘marital bonding.’ Which was really just a way for them to take care of their head’s little ah…rumored problem. 

To them, it was perfect - your gorgeous wife comes up to you in a hot spring and…helps. What more could he want? After all, there’s nothing wrong with impotency - there was just something wrong with their clan leader.

You’re game either way.

And you gently knock against the wall to denote your entrance, before walking up to where Sukuna was gawking from now. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Helping.” You reply simply, wringing the towels before folding them over his heated forehead. “Do you wish for me to leave-”

“N-no!”

It comes out faster than he’d have liked, more hitched than he would have liked. Honestly, the sentence barely even leaves your lips before Sukuna sits up straighter. Letting sploshes of scalding water drip down his abs, he leans further back against your touch. “I mean- stay.”

“Mhm, I heard you had a long day.”

“The worst, mama.” And part of his response is half-grunted with the way you’ve now situated yourself properly behind him. With your lap now a bed for his damp head, fingers weaving through those coral pink locks. “Had to refurbish the dojo, then take care of the problem with that damn Zenin brat…then donate to Yuji’s…kindergarten, then…promote a few elders… and one I had to…” Heavier and heavier, he was sinking into you with each nimble movement of your fingertips. “-fuck.”

“You fucked an elder before you fucked me?” You raise a brow in humor.

“Huh- no!” He’s growling, steam curling from the water. And as you’d briefly halted your ministrations to tease him, he guides your hands back to move. “I would never…eugh. Shit, can’t even imagine doing somethin’ like that with anyone but you.”

Suddenly, it’s silent. Except for the slow curdle of the water, and the soft grunts that Sukuna was oh-so-desperately trying to bite back. 

Fuck, he was so handsome.

Such naturally chiselled muscles, and dark circular tattoos on just about every joint he had. 

You massage his burning temples, slipping down into the longish length of his hair. “Oh, is that so? And do you imagine it often with me, clan leader Sukuna?”

“Stop being such a fuckin’ tease.” Hissing, Sukuna’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs as he practically begs. And he looked so pretty when he was begging; brows upturned, mouth unintentionally pouty. “How can I help myself?”

“And am I doing anything to stop that?”

“Yes-” Forgoing the massage, Sukuna now stops your right hand. Holding it tightly as he turns his head and presses a kiss to the tender inside of your wrist, hot with water and his blush. “Just existing is enough.”

“Sukuna…”

Your mouth parts, and it’s like a string being drawn- your lips are on his. It’s messy, with the way he’d angled himself from upside down, tilted up just to sliiide the plushness of his mouth across yours. It’s light, like he was holding himself back.

And you knew what he was capable of.

Which was likely what made you reach for the back of his head, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. Gasping, your mouth just barely parts for his hungry maw to clasp ‘round your sugary tongue. Sucking—before-

Before a button clicks, and suddenly the bathroom walls are trembling with lyrics singing ‘I just had sex—’

You could’ve caught whiplash with how fast you’re both staring at the entrance: meeting with the sight of the several elders, Wasuke, and a ridiculously large boombox. Piled onto an embarrassing heap on the floor, they’d seemingly fallen over- likely from their spying over one corner of the door. 

‘And it felt so good—’

“Wrong one dammit- this is what Wasuke was on music.” You’re catching one of them murmur. Just about the only thing they have time for before scurrying away - leaving the boombox very, very behind. And you don’t have to look behind you to know that Ryomen Sukuna was likely seething enough to make the spring water itself bubble. 

Sukuna growls, “Fucking George Michael.”

“Actually I think that’s Akon.”

Sukuna slams his open palm against the edge of the pool, and you have to open up your palms to stop yourself from being splashed. He murmurs, more to himself, “All because I didn’t wanna fuckin’ scare you- not that they’d-”

“Wait, why’d you think you’d scare me?” You ask in confusion.

To which he looks at you in genuine bewilderment, as if that wasn’t even worthy to be a question. “You’re beautiful.” He states, like there were no truer words. 

Before gesturing at himself- those naturally rosy locks, the four arms, the faint slash across his abs where they said his second mouth was to be. Cursed with strength, cursed with power, cursed with looks that defined him as something more than human. “Look at me- just fuckin’ look at me. And that’s not all- how shall I be expected to live a normal marriage when I’ve been cursed from birth? I only ask for forgiveness that I’d been selfish with my choice of you, my wife-”

“Well, I don’t forgive you.” 

It’s silence, and he looks torn between hanging his head in understanding, and taking your words head on.

“Because I think you’re beautiful, too.” You say it honestly. “My beautiful husband.”

And, for not the last time that night, the big, bad cursed Sukuna blushes.

‘Felt so good~’

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“Sh-shit—” Your back arches lewdly, allll the way back until your naked, puffy core could reach as much of Sukuna’s mouth as possible. “Think I like it better when you’re like- ngh, this.”

Just a few minutes and one rapid trip to your bedroom later found you with your previous clothes in a heap across Sukuna’s bedroom floor. Your thighs shakin’, hips bucking wildly as you straddled his mouth—no, not his first. 

You were riding his second mouth.

The wildly monstrous one slashed across the middle of his stomach, large and hungry. He’d gaped it open immediately once you’d clamored up his washboard abs, letting the curled tip of his second tongue slide deftly between your inner thighs.

Playfully flickering in patterns straight up to the target of your cunt-

“Haaah, so you’ve decided you like- mmm, this mouth more than me?” One of his four hands teasingly dips downwards to grace your pussy with a solid spank. 

So loud, so wet that it makes his cursed mouth lick its lips in greed. “Really not gonna talk t’me now then? Not even through these lips?” Another one. And it’s letting off the rawest slurp that muffles your own squeal- “Though, I think she disagrees, huh, baby?”

Through gritted teeth, you somehow manage to force out, “Shut up-”

“Alright alriiiight.” Sukuna trails off, seemingly back to focusing on the ministrations of his tongue. 

Your eyes are dangerously on the verge of criss-crossing as he glissades it up every bead of slick escaping you. Laid flat n’ draaaaagging across every inch of skin he could reach, the flexible tip of his tastebuds were just barely touching your treacly folds when-

Spank!

Even harder this time. And your mind whirls stupidly at the stinging sensation that just felt so good- “N-ngh, fuck–”

You were bending so cutely on top of him, and Sukuna can’t help but lean his hulking figure further down the king-sized mattress. “Atta girl.” Bucking up so that you’re fully seated on top of his second mouth now, slick dribbling all down his obliques, his cursed tongue glued to your clit. 

Sticking between your folds, his pinkish tastebuds rover ‘round and ‘round that fat nub where you were most sensitive. Just barely gurgling out, “And here I th-thought you were shy-” 

“And here I thought you were dumbified, hmpf.” With a roll of his eyes, your husband chuckles. “Guess not yet.”

It was as much a warning as he would give you - and it wasn’t a warning at all.

Before the fat girth of his finger is rudely pryin’ apart your pussylips and shoving the first few inches inside. Until you’re being spearheaded by him, he’s trying to scope every inch of you. He’s trying to snake his muscle in until he’s probed into every nook n’ cranny.

“F-fuuuuuck—” Sukuna groans out, watching through half-lidded peripherals at the way your tight hole was trying to suck him up. So thick, he can count every throb of your walls around him, one-two-three-four- “Are we sure yer not dumbified- hah, already? Look how fucking wet ya are, mama.”

“N-ngh, Kuna—”

Your whines are botched with pants, after each time his finger is swabbing its way inside. Fitting in two- moving in the slightest half-ruts just to fit inside- again. And again and again.

Each passing second had him probin’ into a new corner of your pussy - and yet, it still wasn’t enough for the clan leader. Which is why Sukuna finds his tongue slithering back and forth your folds, pushing them apart until he was given a front row seat to your depravity. “See? A damn- fuck- waterpark. Are ya always like this or m’I just special, huh?”

“You’re not gonna be special if you- mmpf, talk so- ngh, much-” The stretch is so incredible that you’re forced to bite down on the gummy insides of your cheek. A necessity if you didn’t want to wake the entire house up tonight.

But Sukuna had other plans.

Rose brows raising in slight surprise, “Ohhhh? That good, huh?” The edges of his sleazy grin twitch once he’s tuggin’ on your dripping wet entrance even further, pumping in the expanse of a third lengthy finger. “M’just gonna take that as a sign m’special~”

“Kuna-”

Oh, you were just so pretty huffin’ and puffin’ atop him like this. It’s enough to make his second mouth slobber with greed, edging dangerously towards the circle of your stuffed hole. “Alright alriiight. Brace yourself, baby.”

“Brace m- wha- oh.”

Before you know it, his fat fingerpads are pushed oh-so-deeply inside. So deep that you think he’s filling out every drivelling orifice, pumping furiously. 

Sukuna fucks you with his fingers like he’s trying to make you remember. Like he’s trying to hook into all of your sweetest spots, the ridges of his joints brush up slightly against your g-spot. You mewl, “It’s so- oh, I’ve never felt so full-”

“Yeahhhh- those fingers of yours can’t do this, huh? Poor thing.” Fauxly cooing, he’s rovering you so open. Your husband’s fingers were so big that he didn’t even have to try to leave you trembling- to leave you whimpering as he pulls out in a quick split-second.

Wordlessly despite your disappointed cries, you crack your teary eyelids open to find that Sukuna was slipping off the silver metal wedding ring off of one of his left hands. And pushing it down onto his slick-glazed right hand- before thoroughly thrusting. “S’gonna be a stretch- gonna be a biiig stretch. You can take it, mama.”

“C-can I?” Your thighs twitch stupidly at the frigid feeling of his ring scraping your soft insides. 

This way, you could pinpoint the exact way he was moving inside of you: in and out in and out, curling to hit your g-spot. 

And Sukuna can tell the exact moment his stirrin’ fingers target your most sensitive spot- because you’re panting, you’re bucking. You’re throwing your head back once he plunges his slick-glazed fingers out to do it all over again and again, until his knuckles hit your pussylips raw. “Hell yeah, ya can. How’re you gonna, mmm, take all of me if you can’t even- oh, take these, hm?”

You’re pouting, “I-I can…”

“What’s that?”

In an effort to prove it to him, you bounce your hips right back into his sloppy cadence. “I can-” And it only makes your cunt squelch even louder the closer you are to his slippery tongue. 

“You can?”

“Y-”

His hips jerk upwards roughly, grazing that ridged texture of his tastebuds from the very bottom of your pussy, up, up, up to the tip of your slope. And it’s loud. “You can?” Your heart races, it’s only then that you realize he wasn’t talking to you - he was talking to your other pair of lips. “Then take it- take- ngh.”

Harder and harder. His probin’ mess was reaching a fever point and you’re rubbing yourself pathetically on the prolonged muscle of his tongue. 

And the more ravenous his cursed mouth became - edging his globular tip nearer n’ nearer to your stretched-out hole - the more ruined he was becoming. Bucking himself up animalistically, two hands of his control the grindin’ of your hips- manhandling you down just enough so that the wetness of your cunt just barely touches his rock-hard cocks. 

“F-fuck!” You’re whining at the feeling of two thick mushroomy tips touching your skin. 

And Sukuna doesn’t touch himself- no matter how many hands he has. Having you on top of him like this would be a sure-fire way to cream himself in his pants before he even started. His pretty lips wobbling, eyes scrunching closer the harder his aching erections throbbed. 

He was so sexy. And you can’t stop yourself from staring- something he notices even when he’s in this state. “Wh-what?” Flinching at the sheer intensity, “The fuck are ya looking at, huh?”

“I’m just th-thinking…” And you have to stop yourself from moaning as he pulls out his plump fingers in punishment. They were glistening, dripping with so much of your juicy sap that Sukuna sucks clean in front of you. 

Before slipping back in—“That I’d- oh- love to make you, mmm, shut up.”

Rolling his crimson eyes, “Oh, you’d love to make me shut up, huh?” And he was so smug. So sure of himself…until the leader catches onto the way you’d been rutting against his second mouth. Riding. And, slowly, those hazy peripherals of his widen- “Fuck…don’t tell me-”

You only nod.

“-you seriously wanna be fucked by my cursed mouth?”

Nodding drunkenly again-

“O-oh.” His head falls back into the satin pillows as you’re slipping it in, the slimy tendril of his tongue finally scouring into where he’d wanted to for so long now. 

It feels incredible. 

Finally hooking ‘round your tight entrance to push in, in, in—he’s just so big that once Sukuna’s unfurling his greedy tongue, it feels damn near never-ending. And you felt so tight pulsing around him, squeezing him inside once, twice, thrice. “Ya- ya really are gonna be the death of me- fuck!”

You start to ride him and it makes the big, bad Ryomen Sukuna mooooan, twitching his way inside of you. Since you were already softened up by his fingers, it was easy work for him to pull out and immediately replace himself with those rude tastebuds of his. 

Straightened out so he can probe around your walls, the length of his cursed tongue was pumping n’ pumping.

You’d never felt anything like this before. And you swear you see the mouth on his belly chuckle darkly as he fucks you like he would with his cocks. Salivating. Sploshing your poor insides until you have him memorized. 

Sukuna’s tongue swerves along your walls until he brushes the very back of your cervix, softly mushing it in. Again. And again. And again—“Fuh-fuuuuck—” You’re gurgling out, wet wads of saliva dribbling down each side of your lips. “Who’s the one dumbified now?”

“Wh-what- ngh-” His eardrums were popped from the pure pressure, barely able to make out your words.

And through the constant rams of his tongue, you manage to string together- “I-I said, who’s the- oh, dumbified one n- oh!”

“You.” In that very moment, he has his bumpy tastebuds glued to your g-spot, his hips arching right off the tense bedsprings, core tensed. Sukuna slashes his cursed mouth into your favorite area and grooooans, “Still you.”

Mouth prattling nonsensically, “Th-that’s cheating-”

“Nuh uh.”

He squeezes your perked clit with the tips of his rude fingers, still with the ring on one of them. And the backs of your eyes explode with white-hot pleasure at the dual pleasure - his tongue fucking you ferally, his digits teasing your clit. “Yes it is- hngh, because it’s gonna make me…”

Cum.

You were so close, you could feel it in each swab of his tongue. Gaped open even wider for the most maximum movements, each thrash is angled just right against your g-spot.

Just right to stretch out your glistening walls until they’re taking the shape of him. And he hums, “Yeahhhhh— all over.” Your clingy slick is drenching his abs by now, like a waterfall that he’s scooping up with a fourth hand. 

One on your clit, two on your hips to move you pliably up n’ down his length, and his final one getting absolutely soaked. Sukuna brings them up to his primary mouth to suck off the layers of candied slick, smearing it all over his lips like some delicacy. “Yeah, allll over now, mama. Make a hah- mess of me.”

Your jaw unfastens as you watch him clean himself off, every single drop. “Oh my…hngh.”

“What? Mmm, jealous?” Ruder, harder. It was just so sloppy how his mouth rovered all over your cunt, slippin’ and slidin’ back and forth at a constant pace. “Maybe if you were, hah, patient, you could’ve gotten that.”

“As if I’d want that…” You’re huffing, stubborn.

“My wife, you’re just- about- to cum- on me.” The space between each word is slashed with a push of his rovering fat tip, and a thorough squeeze on your clit.

To which you’re shooting back- “And you were about to cum- ngh, untouched.”

And you think he’ll tease you back. You think he’ll bully you until you’re driven mad - but Ryomen Sukuna was moaning in agreement.

Speeding up the pace of his velvety tongue, he’s slithering it with a deep bash against your g-spot. Grunting, “Can you blame me?” Harder. Something at the back of his throat cracks. He begs, “Such a pretty, oh, fuckin’ wife like you and- and I’m expected to stay calm?”

Hiccuping, “I- I don’t- Kuna, I’m not gonna last-”

Faster. “M’expected not to get pussydrunk? Expected to not fucking- lose it. F-fuck-” Sloppier. 

And you don’t get to hear what the tail end of his sentence might have been. Because with a few more vulgar strokes, you’re breaking apart—cumming. 

Lids cracking with tears, lips wobbling out whines.

His name, over and over again. Your cute noises are so loud that he has half the mind to wonder whether those damn elders will hear, “Cum—ing-” You announce, belatedly. Body shaking with each peak of your high, “Feels so- so good, oh.”

“Does it, now?” He babbles away, drunk on your honeyed pussy. The sheer primal clench of your walls almost made it hard for him to fuck you through your wave of bliss. “Good- good, atta girl, cream all down my t-tongue now.”

The curvaceous tip of his tongue was constantly pricking your g-spot, and it only drags out your orgasm even further. Until you were nothing but a sobbing mess, “Am- oh, I am.”

“Mhmmm— go ahead.” Your thighs twitch, head dropping backwards as the last few dredges of your high are pounded away. “Go ahead- take it. Take it all out on me.” With a few twinges of electricity that zap down your spine, you can finally manage to crack open your eyes. 

But you notice that just as you’ve reached your high, Sukuna did, too. 

Or, at least, he was trying oh-so-desperately not to.

As your pace lazes, his two hands on your waist glide down to his plump, aching erections. Both sets of thumbs rover on top of his leaking orifices, squeezing just so he won’t leak out in cum. Stopping himself from cumming untouched. 

And that makes you huff, “Kuna…” Your newfound nickname for him makes him flush, and you instantly swat away his hands. “Want it now.”

“Cheh-” Those hazy, blood-red eyes of his narrow, and somewhere in the distance, you can hear the tight snap of his underwear being pulled. “What a spoiled lil’ wife…”

But that wouldn’t stop him from indulging you, of course.

Sukuna breathes in heavy puffs, and you barely even have the time to catch yours before he’s immediately clawing onto the right side of your ass cheek with one hand.

Usin’ that sinful leverage to manhandle you straight down onto one of his plush tips, the thick circumference of his shaft throbs against your hole and you moan. Head snapping down- “Fuck.”

Oh, fuck.

He was so…big.

And that was being humble- you’d come to learn that not only was Sukuna gifted with extra height and limbs, he was gifted with extra size too. 

Two fat, veiny lengths laid between two meaty thighs, they were colored the prettiest tan flush on their tips. Dribbling down heaps of precum that puddled between the two of you. By now, the curly pink hairs at the bottom of his bases were already drenched, and his ballsack was so tight with need. 

 Sukuna was so hard that every throb was visible. So big that it made your thighs squeeze together.

Mentally, you’re calculating just how it might be possible for him to fit inside you. Before his rough tone cuts off your thoughts, “Ah ah- we can count together, mama. Say it w’me now-” 

“Wha- one!” Almost laughable, he’s then bullying in just the thickened front of one cock. They were stacked vertically, and as you get pierced by the lower one, his upper one was rubbin’ primally on your front. 

Sukuna’s mean fingers draw an invisible line from up your treacly slit, measuring. “Mmm- s’more like two inches.”

“Two-” You blabber, “Then how much more-”

“Guess we’ll just have to find out, heh~”

And he meant it.

Before long, Sukuna was fucking up into you furiously. Ferally. Thrust after half-thrusts just to fit his incredible size inside, “Tha’s about four…mmm, more three.” He’s drunk on your pussy, counting away how many solid, sopping inches managed to be squeezed in each time. In a split-second, your poor pussy’s being spanked. “You too, baby.”

“It’s just so- ngh—” Your head throws back for the nth time tonight, singing in synchronization with the creaks of the bed. 

It’s like he was jackhammerin’ you, mazing your slick-filled insides with the globe of his cockhead. Sukuna was so long that it was easy to massage your every sweet spot- again and again. “Whaaaat? Can’t take it? Fuck, wee’re only about-” On your tummy, he measures out how far he’d slid inside by now. “S-six inches, still. About halfway?”

Your eyes bulge—halfway?

It’s a shock so large that the rest of your body loosens up, weakened. Just perfect for him to grab onto your hips, your thighs, one hand on your neck to jostle your cute body up n’ down his cock.

“S’it too much for my, mmm, good wife?” Mercilessly, he’s spitting between your ajar mouth. “Took my tongue but you can’t even take one of my cocks- aw, c’mon now, mama.”

“I-I-”

“I-I-I- whaaaat?” Octaves higher. Your husband leans in until his heated breath burns the shell of your ear, whispering, “Gonna hafta speak up, y’know? Unless ya want me to- fuck- it out- of you-”

And you always did surprise him. Because where the head of the Itadori clan expected to be met with a few sobs, a few pleas, you’re only straddling his toned hips tighter. 

Swervin’ your hips down in a dizzying figure-eight to help him stuff your cunt full of him. And even though it still wasn’t enough to bottom out completely, you look up at him through teary lashes. “I want both, Kuna.”

Sukuna’s pink lashes flutter, his breath catches. “Wh-what?” And he stutters. Oh, you’d made him stutter - just as nervous and awestruck as he was on your wedding night.

“Both.” You can only repeat the word.

Because at that very second– before your response has even graced his very ears, he’s rutting up into you like an animal. Like a dog in heat, Sukuna’s crushing your front to his abs and his cocks to your cunt.

Pap!

“Fuck…” He hisses at the sting of flesh slamming on flesh, “Eleven. What was that?”

And you’re being dumbified by the sheer stretch, not only had he started kissin’ your puckered pussylips with his second cock - he was starting to press inside. No hesitation, no waiting around for you to get used to the stretch. Sukuna was hungry. 

You somehow choke through wads of your own spit, “More- both- oh fuck!”

“What? S-say it again-” He’s like a broken record at this point, and so were his plunging cocks. Deeper n’ deeper. Your drivelling entrance was now stretched out so widely over the circumferences of his bases, sobbing just as much as you were. 

“Bo-”

“Twelve- again.”

It was a damn wonder that he could still spit out coherent words. Stammering. Heaving.

The hand of Sukuna’s that’d been caressing your front was now slithering down to cup both his shafts. Guiding them upwards to press in—“Gonna have ya take it a-all until here-” You snap your head down to see what he was talking about - only to catch a lil’ you’d missed in your observations of his size before. 

Those two ring tattoos at the base ends of his cocks.

The sight itself is so lecherous that it has you moaning- “Oh, yes- both.”

“Yeah? So sit pretty and take it, baby.” They were glistening with your sultry sap, nearly kissing your folds by now. “Allll the way until m’tattoos- got it, girl? Alllll the way until…” Stupidly, you’re nodding. And he can only breathe through clenched teeth, “Fuh-fuck! Thirteen.”

Thirteen.

Thirteen entire inches - each.

You’d finally reached the tattoos. And they were stuffed pretty n’ puffily inside you. Throb-throb-throbbing away against your every tiny orifice, Sukuna didn’t even have to try to mold your gooey cunt to him. 

As you open your mouth to demand him to move, he plunges in two of his thick fingers. Messily dragging himself towards the back of your throat, “Tch- such a dangerous fuckin’ mouth. M’gonna hafta fuck that outta ya.”

You’re whimpering, your jaw dangling agape perfectly for him to spit inside. And then his second mouth—targetting your pussy with a thick glue of spittle.

At least he was nice enough to give you an actual semi-warning this time.

Because before long, two hands are clawing at your sides. Pinning you down so that his two shafts can prick your cervix neatly, bottomed out and yet still trying to go deeper.

When he finds that futile, Sukuna bodily bounces you up n’ down his upright erections. “Oh my god- o-oh my god.” One of his angular shafts was bashing in your sponged cervix, and the other was just below n’ cutely rubbing on your g-spot. “Fuck it just feels so- good!”

“Aaaaatta girl, enjoy it.” With a hand on your throat, he bends you back into an arch. 

The pressure is almost too much - so much. You find your body naturally torn between running away and yearning for more, more, more. Though, luckily, the clan leader’s there to help you make that decision. “Nuh uh, no runnin’, baby. Put your back into it- taaaake it, you see how much she likes it?”

“Can- can hear-”

“Mhm—”

And truly, your overfilling pussy was so loud. Every splatter of precum inside you made the most primal squelches- and the volume? 

The sheer sploshes of his gooey translucent sap was enough to bloat your pussy. But now with two plump, vein-covered cocks of his probin’ your innards, he was fucking a tummy bulge into you. You gasp at the feeling, “I d-didn’t even know that was- hck! possible-”

“Heh, course it is—And y’know how to make that cute lil’ tummy bulge of yours even bigger?” Sukuna beckons you closer, like he’s about to tell you a secret.

Even though, really, he’s manhandling you like a ragdoll. Reeling you in until his scorched hot lips were grazing your own, murmuring. “I just…hafta…fuck a baby into you, my wife.”

Almost on cue - like a little preparation - both of his strawberry-red divots stream out a few beads of precum. Splattered against your walls, they drip n’ cream down the sides of your pussy and make you see stars. “I would like that- oh, I would- I would like that.”

“Mmm— and what about you?”

Evidently, your needy cunt’s in agreement, too. Because the wettest noises suddenly let off from between your legs- and only later do you realize that it wasn’t just because of how damp your pussy was. No, it was because of his second mouth.

Tonguing down the shimmery sheen of slick upon each of your thighs, he licks up every drop of juice you were leaking. Flicking the curly end of his tongue at your clit-

“Ah ah- focus on me.” Sukuna snaps you out of your high with a light spank on your slope, and a literal click of his fingers. 

“B-but how can I when it feels so goood—”

“So goooood, huh?” He drags it out purposefully, pressing his thumping veins against the roof of your channel. 

Sukuna knew the effect he had on you. He knew how to target your favorite spot in strikes so precise that it left your toes curling, vision flashing with white. “Tell me-” Right now, he had one hand smearing apart your folds to better let his tongue slip between them. Another two hands clung onto your waist to help you move, and the fourth and final was grabbing your face. Pushing your cheeks together pathetically, “Can’t focus? Awww, my poor wife. Are that- oh, useless at focusing on anything that isn’t my two c-cocks right now?”

“N-ngh, Kuna—” Cute. How cute. Your dilated pupils were swirlin’ in circles inside the whites of your eyes, comically pounded stupid after each stroke upon stroke.

“S’that the case, huh? Is that why my mouthy girl is so- oh, fuck- quiet now?” He’s almost snickering- it’s so ruthless. 

Heavy hips pressuring up into you. He was pounding you in rough thrusts, all the way from the mazing curve of his cockheads to those tickling tufts of pink at his very bottom. And Sukuna has the audacity to spit—“Fuck, mama. Do you even know your name right now?”

Your brain was too hazy, merely sparking with twitches of pleasure. You’re left blubbering nonsensically for a few seconds, until his tongue slaps your buttony clit. Startling you into answering, “I-I…”

“Heh, do you even know mine?”

“K-Kuna—” You might not remember your own name by now, but screaming Sukuna’s over n’ over had permanently branded his into your mind. 

And so you look up at your husband’s handsome, leering features for any recognition. Only to find him tutting, “Now now, how disa- oh, disappointing. I thought you’d most importantly know who I am, at least.”

“Then…clan leader?”

“Nuh uh.”

Pouting, “B-but ”

“B-b-b-but-” He’s mocking, buttery tongue now rubbin’ your nub raw. You felt overstimulated enough to press your chin between his puffy pecs, like cushions. Sheening out drool all over his skin- “Say my title before you cum, baby.” You listen with bated breath, “M’your husband. And m’always gonna be your husband.”

“M-my husband?” Your mouth drops - and you’re unsure whether it’s because of his words, or the sudden increase of his tempo. Hot and hard.

His twin, rock-hard crowns plummet all the way until you swear you can feel him poke your lungs. Throbbing at a thunderous staccato, he breathes—“Gonna be your husband that fucks you like th-thiiiis—” Punctuated by a few sloppy drags of his vein-decorated lengths, “Gonna be your husband that eats you out like m’starved.” A few hearts that he’s drawin’ on your clit with his extra prolonged tongue.

“Fuck- fuck I’m gonna—”

As your sobs break off, his roughened hand dips from your throat to the slick n’ precum dripping down your thighs. And you faintly notice the way he’s using the moisture to write out his own name—

Ryomen Sukuna. 

Signed off with a little heart on your skin, “And m’gonna be your husband that…” And a second heart right above where your womb was, where he was jackhammering into your womb like no other. Flooding it with copious knots of cum like he was practising for something else soon. 

Sukuna leans down sweetly so that his lips trace your earlobe, whispering. “-breeds this pretty pussy alllll full.” Tapping the front of your pussy, like he was just imagining it.

And that does it for you. That does it.

Before long your head falls into the crook of his neck with a dull thud, so utterly dumbified on your sudden orgasm that you can only blabber. “Kuna- Kuna—!” 

Your thighs were shaking, cunt fluttering with each spasm of pleasure.

And if Sukuna was going to fuck you through your high, he was going to fuck you through your high. Every probe of his rovering cocks increased your bliss tenfold, exact hits to your g-spot. 

Sobbing, “Please-” You can only hold onto his flexed, tattooed deltoids for dear life. Clawing down his skin due to the constant stimulation, you bow your spine backwards and meet his ferocious thrusts. Riding out the euphoria- spark after spark that made your toes curl.

Grunting, he just felt so used right now. And he loved it. “Yes yes yes- let this entire house know. Let that whole council ngh- hear how good of a husband I am to you.”

It lasts until you’re gurgling on your own whines, zaps of electricity still shooting from your cunt. “Let them-” And Sukuna dares to smush your tear-wettened cheeks together to coo, “Fuck, what’s that–? What’s that pretty mouth hafta- hngh, say t’me?”

And you somehow manage out, “I-inside.” A shaky hand of yours snakes down to part your pussylips wider, helping his roverin’ tongue. “My husband…”

Ryomen Sukuna’s eyes widen, his kiss-bitten lips part.

You could almost hear the deep, trembling gasp that he’s inhaling. Letting out only five words—“I l-love you, my wife.”

You aren’t granted the time to formulate a response- before his thick, battered cockheads start spilling out. Flooding your cunt in mere seconds, you’re just dripping down your thighs in thick clumps of his seed.

And his cursed mouth is more than happy to indulge in all the miry ribbons of sap, lickin’ all upwards until a thin, ivory gloss coats its lips. Sukuna looks down and groans, “Oh fuck- oh fuck fuck fuck fuck-”

His flush was scorching, face scrunched in pleasure. You’re purring, “You’re so pretty, baby—”

“Ah, m’so glad I married ya.” He can’t stop the lil’ confession that leaves his mouth. Heart too full- your cunt too full. And if you saw one of the strongest, most vicious clan leaders in existence smile through a fiery blush n’ his pussydrunk tears, then you mercifully don’t comment.

“M’glad I married you too, Kuna—” 

And you’d felt nothing like this before. Having his gluey cum splosh around inside of you, both of his lengths were shoved in so deeply that they were constantly coating your cervix in white. Your womb.

Your deepest orifices that leak out as Sukuna plants a hand on your tummy and presses, watching with bated breath as his seed gushes out of you like a waterfall. “Fuck- didn’t think it would be like th-this, ngh.” He was hypnotized, making an even bigger mess of you. “Didn’t think that it would be s-so…” Addictive.

He doesn’t finish his sentence. For now.

Red eyes teary, Adam’s apple gulping. You’d completely sucked him dry by the time that Sukuna was pulling out of you. The matching mushroom tips of his shafts twitching, reddened and sensitive. 

He hisses as they bob in the air for a few seconds, before-

“Kuna- oh, fuck.”

Before you were flipped over and pressed deep into the mattress. Your legs on his shoulders, your knees near your tits—and his mouth over your overstimulated cunt. 

Letting you cream all down his chin, Sukuna has to swat away his cursed mouth just to get a taste of you himself. And the moment his plush lips touch your glazed folds- you’re trying to run away. Failing. 

“Now now, my wife.” Being draaaaagged back down by all four of his big, beefy arms. Sukuna pecks exactly six open-mouthed kisses on your sloppy hole, his lengthy pinkish tongue coming out to sluuurp—“I remember something about…six heirs?”

Oh. 

.

.

.

“Y’know, there’s really nothing wrong with impotency.”

Wasuke grunts, a few elders nod. “Agreed.”

“But maybe he’s taken a vow of celibacy-”

“Maybe his dicks fell off.”

“Choso Kamo!” It was never too early in the morning for Itadori Jin to squawk at his sons, especially when they were in the middle of what was undoubtedly an exceptionally important subject of conversation - the two of you. 

He wags his butter knife like a weapon, “We do not say those words in front of Yuji, and especially not in front of our toast.” Before reality sets in and he drags a hand down his face, “But yes…that is possible…”

Wasuke deems it to be the perfect time to chime in, “Bah! I don’t care if they fell off or if they multiplied- I just want grandkids.”

“Father, might I remind you that it was you who decided to interrupt their little moment last night?” A vein pops out beside Jin’s temple, and in his periphery can see the other guilty elders shift in their seats. 

The old man does, too, but still in denial. “Slander! That is propaganda that I will not be falling for-”

“Father, we have multiple eye witnesses. I am an eye witness.”

“And what were you doing spying with us?”

“…”

As Itadori Wasuke rests his case, the winding table falls into perhaps the first quiet of the morning. Somewhat tense. Somewhat anticipating. That is, until an oblivious Yuji nearly upturns his bowl of cereal to chime in—“Exorcist-”

“What? Choso, did you let him watch your-” Jin starts- and then stops. Because then he’s seeing exactly what his youngest son was looking at - you and Sukuna.

Well, more like you in Sukuna’s arms. It seemed that you were having some trouble waddling down the Estate’s multiple flights of stairs, painstakingly taking it one at a time to enter the dining room. And he has half the mind to nearly ask what’s wrong, perhaps even get up and help you himself- until he sees it.

Oh, it was hard to miss.

He sees it, and so does everyone else within a five mile radius: the bite marks, the bruises, the slight weariness in both your eyes from lack of sleep. It almost looked as if you two had been thrown to the wolves.

And his younger brother often did forgo a shirt for breakfast, but now he’d haphazardly thrown on a yukata. One that showed off such feral scratches disappearing down his back, his neck, fuck- maybe even his thighs?

Jin drops his butter knife, Choso exits the table, and Wasuke…was he even breathing? Hell, Jin was sure that a few of the surrounding elders had honest-to-heavens fainted right then and there.

Nearly everyone knew what happened.

Except for a beaming Itadori who was the first to gain your dual attentions, squealing out a “G’morning–!” that you both reciprocate in hushed, hoarse voices. Fuck, he even swears he heard Sukuna’s gruff baritone crack.

No one comments, of course, for the dark glint in their clan leader’s eyes promised sure death if they did. Though, Jin does roll his eyes at a few of the whispering council members—

“What a glorious, wonderful day it is. I truly do believe in miracles-”

“My bets are on a girl- but a boy would also be-”

“Akon worked?”

He doesn’t think he can judge, though. Not when he’s immediately pulling out his phone to text Yuji’s teacher, Haibara, about the salacious new updates. Ah, can you blame him? You two would make the prettiest lil’ babies. 

Finally, you and Sukuna finally take your seats at the clan table. Grinning. And by the looks on your faces, Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t impotent. Not at all. 

Though, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

The Itadori family sips their tea.

A/N. *Also sips tea* Hope you have a lovely week!

“Oh, you poor thing.” You made your tone drip with honey. Trailing the tips of your fingers along the twisting horns- rewarding yourself with a guttural growl that made the very air around your core vibrate. “Look at you kneeling.”

Claws as black as polished obsidian ripped through the bed-sheets. The ear-splitting noise of silk and cotton tearing apart like butter added a rather thrilling edge to the scene between your legs.

Where your Demon’s head hung low between your thighs. His nose was so close to your slick folds you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

When he had pulled you to the edge of the bed, hand as hot as fire wrapping around your ankle, tugging you effortlessly towards him; you thought you had finally made him snap.

Agoris had watched you - for what felt like hours - as you played with yourself. Nestled in a nest of blankets and pillows; naked - save for the silk veil that you had draped over your breasts. A tease for the Demon who was demanding you to break your contract and let him fuck you.

But instead of giving into your need, you made him suffer. Smirking every time that long thick tail of his twitched behind him. Coiling tightly against his legs while he watched your fingers slide between your folds.

Every whine from you caused his chest to expand with a hiss. You were sure his hands were clenched into fists to keep them from touching you.

But now, you left your pussy alone. Anticipating Agoris to lunge forward and encase your centre with his mouth.

Instead, a long, thick tongue dragged over his lips. The slow, deep pull of his breath made you want to whimper. But you clasped your mouth shut. Refusing to give Agoris the reactions he so desperately craved. Even if he acted as if he could taste you through the air.

When he spoke, Agoris’ words were barely distinguishable. Spat through the constant rumble in his throat.

“When you finally give in, I'm going to enjoy taking back what you've kept from me.”

A shiver ghosted up your spine. Grinning, you hooked your hand under his chin and forced his gaze to meet yours. Eyes full of brimstone and hellfire. Spite and hunger broiling in a pit of pure want.

“You’re so confident I’ll break first. But I’m not the one on my knees.”

The smouldering coals of Hell erupted into a blaze. But Agoris made no move to retaliate. His smirk did enough damage to your heart as it was.

“Yet.” That one word had your pulse galloping.

Pulling his chin from your hand, Agoris lowered his face back to his sanctuary between your legs, “You’re not on your knees yet.”

Another shiver ran through you when the breath of his voice fanned over your aching pussy. Accompanied by a layer of goose-bumps that rippled down along your arms.

Agoris watched the raised skin with a filthy grin full of fangs and a tongue that licked along the largest canines.

“Your body wants me. Give in and I’ll satiate every need that keeps you up at night.”

“Not without taking everything you want first.”

The laugh from him was nothing but pure sin. “When you let me finally plunder your pussy I’ll take everything you have and more.” He ripped his claws out of the bed, spilling feathers and stuffing all over the floor.

His eyes flicked up to you when he reached down to wrap a trembling fist around his engorged length.

“When you’re limp around my cock, those pretty eyes full of tears, I’ll still take what I’m owed.”

It was your turn to alleviate the dryness from your mouth. Your bravado became a puddle in your mind as Agoris stroked himself, slow and deliberate. No matter how many times you saw him- it was still a shock at how frightfully long he was. From the silky black fur that blanketed his thighs, a cock- mottled with black and red patches on smooth bare skin -emerged to hang heavily between his knees.

Bowed as he was, the round flat head rested against the stone floor. Bobbing in a pool of his own pre-cum that leaked from a long but thin slit.

And now, as Agoris shifted his hips and rubbed a tight fist along his own shaft, he could nearly lick his own bead of silvery excitement.

“Every second, I waste not buried inside you - tearing your walls apart to make this fit -is a second of agony, I will burn into your flesh when you’re folded beneath me.” His fingers squeezed the marbled cock so hard you feared it would pop.

“You think I'll throw you aside after a week of using you like a toy?” Agoris’ voice pitched on a gasp as he cupped his heavy balls with his free hand. Watching you with a gaze so hungry a fresh wave of warmth spilled from your core.

“Try mocking me after a lifetime of my cock molding your pussy to my needs. A thousand years of marking, branding- owning -your pleasure.

Your hands move on their own. Sliding down along your body to tangle with the mess between your legs.

Agoris’ eyes followed your fingers like a starved animal. Panting grunts rasped from his chest as the head of his cock bounced in rhythm to the iron-vice grip.

“I’ll make you warm my cock…Make you beg for it.” A string of demonic curses tumble from his lips when you part your pussy-lips for him. Allowing him to see your leaking hole. “Your pussy will be bruised by my tongue. Stained by my seed. When I have you- only my name will fall from those pretty little lips.”

Your thighs trembled and Agoris rushed forward as your climax spilled from your body. You kept pleasuring yourself. Feverishly rolling your clit between your fingers until your back arched off the bed and your mouth parted with soundless moans.

You heard Agoris suckling on something. Sloppy wet sounds pulled your mind from the blissful fog to the crown of horns that were pressed hard against your legs. Keeping your thighs apart. But no wondrous tongue ploughed your core.

Instead, Agoris’ lips were wrapped around a section of the blanket that was now stained with your finish.

His growls turned to needy whimpers. A sound so beautifully pathetic your voice shook on a whine- watching the delicious slide of his fist over the long expanse of his cock.

The dappled skin was slick with his own pre that was now dribbling seamlessly from the gaping slit.

The flat head had swelled. The very sight of it made your thighs clench around Agoris’ head and the Demon snarled.

The hand fondling his balls flew up and shoved your legs apart. You yelped as his claws scraped down your soft flesh, leaving red welts.

“Keep them open.” Agoris hissed. His gaze glued to your pussy as you slipped two fingers inside yourself. The ease at which your walls welcomed your digits caused a violent twitch to jerk Agoris’ hips. As if he was imagining it was him sliding in and out of you.

You made a show of your own pleasure. Rocking your hips, gasping and mewling- making noises you usually didn’t make while pistoning yourself with your fingers.

All the while watching Agoris fuck into his hand. Spilling pre all over the floor and fist until he struggled to keep a hold on himself.

“F-Fuck-”

Bracing himself against the bed, Agoris shifts so his hips snapped rapidly into his tight fist.

The bed creaked beneath you.

The entire frame shook and you laughed excitedly as Agoris rose so he towered over you on the edge of the mattress. Still kneeling between your legs but now angled so his abused cock hovered above your waist.

The tip slapped against your stomach with each pass of his fist. Leaving thick droplets of silver against your skin that felt as if they were burning into your flesh.

Then you noticed the changes.

He was transforming. The shell-like magic that compressed his large form was cracking. You spotted thick, spine-like ridges breaching through the smooth red skin of his jawline. Creating a mane of thorns that decorated the sharp lines of his face and down along his throat. His fist doubled in size, briefly swallowing his cock between his fingers until the shaft joined the shift and became thicker than your own leg.

The round flat head twitched, pre-cum oozing from the slit. And your eyes widened as the peak fluttered open. The flat crest spread apart from the glorious split to form a wide flower-like end. The petals of velvety skin bloomed with a bright red color, the centre now a sharp point that seemed to pulsate with need.

Nubs appeared along the mottled skin- rounded pebbles that you watched with fascination throb with every rapid pass of Agoris’ hand.

The Demon’s eyes were half closed. His mouth hanging open in a dazed expression that had your heart racing.

You didn’t care for your own pleasure anymore. Watching this creature of sin become undone by you and his fist was as exhilarating as any climax.

“Agoris!” You shoved two more fingers into your aching pussy, arching your back as you screamed the Demon’s name. Acting out another finish.

A roar had your ears ringing- a burst of blistering energy shook the room as Agoris pounced on you. A slick skinned hand wrapped around your throat. Nearly encasing your entire chest beneath his palm as his claws squeezed your airways until you couldn’t breathe.

“Give me consent!” His voice was a volcanic eruption. Fire and smoke choked his throat, billowing out the corners of his mouth as he snarled above you. You shook your head. Eyes bulging out of your head and your pulse bellowing in your ears.

But you didn’t give in. You writhed beneath him until you felt the blazing heat of his cock against your throbbing core. Greedily bucking against your own fingers just enough to mix his slick with yours.

Agoris’ voice rattled your chest. The harsh Hellish voice burning your ears with words you didn’t understand.

Beads of blood were dripping from his claws that punctured your neck. And you laughed almost manically- watching Agoris through your lashes; rolling your hips so his fist ghosted over your warm cunt as he still chased his finish.

“What’s wrong, Agoris?” You forced your voice through the constricted airways. Gasping for air whenever his fingers flexed. “Can’t cum on your own?”

You saw the snap.

The sudden feral gleam that took Agoris away and replaced him with a beast.

And in that moment, you almost felt true fear.

With movement too quick for you to register, Agoris flipped you onto your stomach and shoved your thighs so far apart he pulled a cry of pain from you. The claws around your throat wrapped around the back of your head, and you had to struggle to turn your face to the side so you could breathe.

Tears blurred your vision as pain sparked along your scalp from where he had you pinned.

Then you felt him mount you. The bed groaned as he crawled on top of you. Thighs as thick as tree-trunks encasing your human body beneath him in a blazing cage of heat.

And with one last wet slide of his fist, Agoris let his cock slap against your back. And your eyes widened as the weight of it rested against your spine.

“Give me consent.” His voice wasn’t one you recognized. It was heavy. Demanding. So full of hunger every inch of you became feverish.

“No.” You managed to say. Spit flew from your lips as you tried to fight the hand that held you down. “If you want me, you’re going to have to take me.”

It was getting hard to stay awake. You couldn’t pull enough air into your chest in this position; not with the weight of him crushing you into the bed and the hand trapping half your face into the thick blanket.

The heat from his body- his cock -felt like you were being branded by his skin. And the smallest twitch of his hips had your breath hitching- Then he was gone.

Cold wind swallowed your back, and you gasped for air, scrambling further up the bed until your back rested against the plush pillows.

Just as Agoris ripped open the chamber door and went to leave.

“Where are you going?” You demanded breathlessly.

“To find a warm hole to fuck.” Was his growling reply before the door slammed shut. The sound of it echoing through the room like a clap of thunder.

He left you alone in a room, reeking of fire and smoke. With your core still aching, pulsating for something to penetrate it.

You grumbled and threw yourself back against the pillows and began playing with yourself again.

But frustratingly, without your audience, another climax was beyond you.

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At least it sounds promising, you muse. And that second delivery must be a freebie, perhaps something promotional. It’s with that thought in mind that you find your feet heading straight for your bedroom, ready to give your newly-acquired product a little test run.

It was bigger than you thought once the packaging had come off. 

Curved. Lengthy. As vibrantly pink as the box. With the cutest rose petal-shaped features, and an electric tongue that stuck out from between them. Right in the middle was a snug lil’ hole you guessed was for suction, and according to the website this toy also had the ability to vibrate. 

Oh, you find your mouth drying at the thought. You better check whether this alleged ‘strongest’ really lived up to its name or was going to be forgotten in a box under your bed…

Limbs shaky, you’re mindlessly placing the other banged-up cardboard box on your bedside table and sprawling out on the mattress. Stripping down to nothing but your t-shirt n’ panties, thighs squeezing ever-so-slightly, hands holding the toy up to the light. You stick your anticipating thumb onto that power button and-

Nothing. 

“Ah, fuck-” You’re checking the battery indicator - zero charge. Of course. In slight embarrassment you’re chucking the toy towards the foot of the bed and springing back into the pillows. “Should’ve known.”

The charger probably came with the box- and just as you’re scanning your room for any signs of it, your eyes lock onto another little package. The one you’d forgotten on top of your bedside drawer.

What else did you have to lose? And you were quite curious about what promotional products the company might have sent you, so you find yourself picking it up idly. Pushing apart the layers of duct tape and cardboard to find…a pair of rose-colored sunglasses?

Stylish, with the word ‘dateviator’ branded on the frame.

Grumbling, “This definitely wasn’t on the site.” You put on the damned thing. Nothing special, all it did was tint your vision with a slightly romantic filter of pink.

With slight amusement, you’re checking out the difference in your room. The curtains, the desk, the bookshelves, the towering naked man with white hair-

Wait what?

You’re gasping, eyes widening as you take in the sudden intruder. “What the-” In panic, some part of your brain can’t help but think that this must be one of those illusions. One of those…hollographic glasses? Yeah, must be it. So you’re taking them off-

He’s still there.

Putting them on.

He’s still there.

Taking them off-

“-fuck!”

“That is what I’m here for.” The stranger flashes you the brightest grin you’ve ever seen in your entire life. A tiny dimple at the end of it, sapphire eyes twinkling. 

Your bedsprings dip as he plants a - still very, very naked - knee on the edge of your mattress and you have to force yourself to stop from looking…down. 

“Oh, you can look.” He’s chuckling in a teasing voice, almost like he could read your mind. And you should scream- you should possibly even run, but it’s just so hard when he winks at you like that. “You can even- heh, touch.” 

Before you know it, he takes your dominant hand and gliiiides it down the ridges of his washboard abs. Warm. Strong. Humming, “No need to be shy. It’s what you brought me here for, isn’t it?”

Suddenly you throw the glasses at him - and they have the audacity to bounce off of one of his perfectly chiselled pecs. “Wh-who are you- get out!”

The man pushes his angelic, ivory locks away from his face. “Actually, I’m trying to get in.” And you close your opened legs with a snap once his gaze dips between them- fuck, you were still in your panties. “Oh, how rude of me. The name’s Gojo Satoru- AKA Satorose, The Strongest. Pleasure to meet who I’ll be giving pleasure to~”

He sticks out a hand and doesn’t wait for you to grip it before grabbing your own, pressing such a lingering kiss on the back of your palm.

And you can’t pull away, you can’t even breathe because it just registered - The Strongest.

You start, feeling slightly more unhinged with each passing second his lips peck up your arm. “You’re…you’re the rose toy?” To make sure you look over the edge of your bed where it could’ve fallen - nothing. 

“Mhm, and now I’m your toy, sweetheart. You can thank the dateviators for that—”

“I think I’m going crazy-”

“Oh, you will soon.” Gojo’s batting his long lashes with a promise. “So why don’t we skip the small talk and get to business? I know you’re all wet f’me-” Leaning in so close to whisper against your ear, goosebumps erupt at his tangy hot breath. “-I can practically taste it.”

That was enough to leave your panties dripping down your thighs. 

“Oh.” Your mouth parts. What the fuck was in those glasses? None of the reviews had ever mentioned this. 

And yet, your mind still tries to regain all the sense that you’ve lost in the past few minutes. “B-but what makes you think that I want your help?”

And, to that, Gojo only looks at you as if to smugly ask ‘really?’

Then down at himself: pale hair unruly, azure eyes glinting with something dark. A flush creeps across his handsome features, between his pecs, and down each muscle n’ divot of his sculpted body like he’d been crafted by the heavens. Or maybe an expert at a sex toy company. Gojo took up nearly the entirety of your bed and suddenly you’re remembering that you ordered the biggest size online.

To be fair, he was making a very good case.

And then there was that. 

You didn’t want to stare directly at it - but a happy trail of white leads down his abs, between his thick, meaty thighs. It ends in slightly unruly tufts where he was standing proudly erect-

Fuck. 

“Fine!”

It happens before you know it. Before the word is fully out of your mouth, before you can even blink- Gojo has his hands clawed onto your thighs and his brute strength forcing you halfway down the bed.

Like a ragdoll, like he’s about to rip you apart.

Something in his touch quivers- like he’s still holding himself back, kneeling against the frame of the bed. 

As you gape, his capped knees strike the floor with loud thuds - urgent, rapid. And Gojo’s barely even registering the pain before throwing your trembling thighs over his shoulders and pushing, pushing, pushing his face between your pussy—nose-deep.

Greedy. He’s pressing the point of his nose right against your puffy cunt and taking a deeeeeep inhale-

“Oh- oh, fuck. You’re filthy.” Pushing yourself onto your elbows, you can see every lecherous huff n’ puff of him drinking you in like the sweetest fragrance. You swear- once Gojo pries your sticky panties just to the side, his drunken eyes roll to the back of his head at the scent of your oversaturated folds. 

Gojo was starving. 

And he’s not even a shred regretful about it. Already starting to drool at the feast before him, Gojo purses his rosy lips and starts to blow his scorching air on your cunt. “Mmm, you know why m’such a best-seller, sweetheart?” 

Voice octaves lower. Husky.

It makes a bead of sap slip out of you, making him tighten his hold on your thighs and moan. Irises locked on yours. Head leaning closer to where you needed him the most. “Suction.”

It’s practically a frenzied, white blur- Gojo’s head shoves between your legs and he’s taking in every inch. Dragging his textured tastebuds up the sheeny slick that glues to your thighs, sticking the pinpoint of his tongue underneath your panties, first kissing your pussylips and groaning—

“Sweet.” It’s all he can get out through his own gluttony. Open-mouthed peck after peck, the underside of his tongue slurps up the gloss of syrup on your folds. Drag after drag. “So, so sweet.”

“Ngh- oh my, mm—” You half-want to throw your head back at the sheer primal bliss, but Gojo was just so feral that you can’t help but stare at whatever he did next.

Capturing his stare dead-on once he snags his pearly whites on your underwear. Apparently eating you out through your panties wasn’t enough for him anymore - he needed more. 

He’s pulling them to one side with his mere mouth, maw suctioning around your clit like it was his precise target. Gojo wraps his lips over that cute, perky nub and sucks- “Y’know I come with hah- modes, sweetheart?” 

That fuckin’ tease. He speaks directly over your pussy, just so that the vibrations of Gojo’s throaty bass would make zaps of electricity run up your spine. 

“I have a looooow mode.” And suddenly the tip of his tongue swirls over your swollen clit- he’s pushed in so deep that it was like he was trying to swallow you whole. Trying to make you dizzy with each sultry circle he was drawing, salivating. 

‘Round and ‘round. 

Gojo’s nostrils flare right against the top of your pussy, and he’s unfastening his mouth even further. “And medium.” So tough to talk with a mouthful, but he’s immediately back to work.

Faster, the velvety muscle of his tongue comes spanking down on your clit. Enough to send shockwaves, he’s tuggin’ on it just so primally that you can’t even think- “And high.”

“Fuh-fuck!” If you thought he was ruining you before, then you were practically shattered right now. Because Gojo’s suckling on your clit like his favorite candy lolly, so harshly that the insides of his cheeks hollow. 

Teasingly, he’s squeezing down on your sensitive nub and trying to drag that part of you ever-so-slightly. Soft taste buds rolling over n’ over, tickling you sensually. “And-”

Your voice cracks pathetically, “There’s more?”

“A special mode just for you, sweetheart.” And then he’s doing it- with a few loud slurps, some swooping patterns are drawn on your throbbing clit. Only seconds later are you realizing that he’s writing his very own name—your eyes widen, mouth dropping to moan-

Before Gojo winks his half-lidded eyes up at you and bites down gently on your clit. 

Snickering as you trill out shrilly, as your hips buck. Your hand comes slamming down on the crown of his clammy scalp and you find yourself pushing. “Just sh-shut up, and- ngh!”

“Mmm, being used.” Gojo’s crooning out, and if you didn’t know any better than you’d have said he was grinning - you could feel it. From end to end of your treacly cunt, he was grinning, smushing his soft lips over your own. 

The sensation only makes you bully his head downwards even more, making him salivate from the corners of his mouth. Rasping, “Exactly how I like it, sweetheart.”

And his tongue laps at you primally- now zig-zagging all the way from your clit down, down, down to where your puckered hole was. Knocking like he was about to enter through a door. He can only manage to slither in the very first inch of his wet muscle, rutting back and forth three times to slick himself up with all your sap.

That just makes it so much easier for him to keep on swirlin’ your tight hole, “Oh, mmm—” From this angle, you can see the way that Gojo’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs with each gulp of your sweetened syrup. “You got the hah- the one with the tongue attachment, didn’t you?”

Practically in tears at the constant way his tongue was trying to stretch your entrance out. “Y-yes? Why- oh.”

“Exactly.” 

It’s all that’s said- the last time that Gojo Satoru even breathes before he’s thrusting the muscle of his tongue right between your pretty pussylips. 

You were stretching out so wiiiidely open around his prolonged taste buds, scouring every inch of you from the very moment that Gojo can feel your walls. “Sweet here, too.” He’s huffing, mouth overworking to plunge his spit-glazed tongue all back n’ forth at such a rapidfire pace. “What a lucky toy I am—”

Back n’ forth, back n’ forth.

Your toes simply curl at the feeling of him bashing his long, pointed muscle into your deepest spots. Extra, extra long just for you. “Fuck- oh my god, n-never felt anything like ngh- this before, Gojo-”

“Satoru.” 

“Satoru, fuck!” 

“Mm, we’re getting there—” Gojo’s playful lips were practically glued to the front of your pussy, and each sloppy drag itches such carnal parts of you. His tongue was just as flexible as it was lengthy, jerkin’ up into the spots where you were most tender. 

Barely even able to take the stretch, and yet you’re careening your hips up for more. 

“C’mon now, sweetheart-” But that wasn’t enough for him. And you think you see utter fucking stars once Gojo just grazes his textured tip almost near your g-spot. Grumbling, “Ya can use your toy more. Use me more. Harder. I’m ah- heavy-duty, I don’t break.”

You’re all shakin’ and crying out prettily for him, digging your nails into his swerving head. “Like- ngh, this?”

“Moooore—” Pouting, his tongue sloshes inside of you a few more times before reeling back out. “How m’I supposed to do my job- mmm, otherwise.” Your clit gets gifted with a cute squelching kiss, almost like an apology - a warning.

But you’re not ready at all before Gojo’s long, slender middle finger probes your dewy entrance.

 Feeling that tight, tight first ring of muscle, “Oh! But don’t tell the- ngh, manufacturers that m’giving you my fingers, too.” And it’s not just that - you’re suddenly being spearheaded by both his middle and his index finger with a deafening wet slurp. “I just like you a loooooot~”

Your geysering orifice is being filled up to the maximum, and you can barely even clench ‘round his dual digits. Rummaging around your slick insides, “Oh my god- oh, ngh-”

Thrust after thrust. The globular ends of his fingers pry apart your sticky walls so well, snagging against your most sensitive areas. Easily pecking your g-spot with his fingerpads once more, you let off such a sinful cry—

“Oh- I like you, too.” Coyly, Gojo grins whilst looking at you. And at this point you didn’t know whether he was talking to you or your poor pussy. “And I just know you’ll love this…”

Love what?—You want to ask. But you don’t get the chance to.

Because, just then, he’s shutting up every thought in your hazy mind by making the crowned tips of his fingers vibrate. Just like the toy. 

“You- you can do that?”

Giggling, “Anything for your pleasure~”

Such sensual tremors that made pleasure creep across every inch of your body, and Gojo was more than happy to have it filling up your cute innards. Jostling his digits over and over- he shovels himself till he’s knuckle-deep against your folds and rubbing his skin damn raw with friction.

It’s like having two elongated vibrators swabbing your insides, being bullied out and in again and again until your walls are oversensitive. 

“Just like that- ngh!” Angling just so to dig in until you’re sure the area of your g-spot is left with a bruise of his circumferences. “It feels s-soooo good, Satoru.”

“Oh yeah–? Ya like that, hm?” With a hoarse chuckle at the back of his throat, Gojo’s tongue starts to roll over your neglected clit in a repeated rhythm.

But if his tongue was methodical, then his mouth was just sloppy. Because the greedier he became, the messier he was with his sucklin’ kisses. Just wild, primal drags of his open mouth that leave you quivering- Gojo was slobbering over your clit like a man starved, and you were the only meal he’s come across in aaaages.

In loooong, dewy licks that glaze the corners of his sensual mouth with your sap. You could see it dribbling all down the front of his chin at this point, “Yes- mmpf- like it s’much, oh.”

“Ya like my fingers that much, huh?” 

Another bash of those vibrating, electric fingers on your g-spot. Slickly glissading down to tenderize any rare spot inside you that he hasn’t stroked just yet, “So much- so much.”

“That so—?”

“Yes-”

“Really really so?”

“Y-yes!”

His skin was all flushed, lips swollen, bangs sticking to his head with perspiration at just how harsh n’ thorough he was motioning his head. “Hmpf- well now m’getting jealous of myself.” Gojo’s snowy brows furrow, and you’re feeling his lips on your clit- downturning into a slight frown.

Before he unlatches his maw from your dripping wet pussy with a filthy plop! 

You’re lifting your head up in a daze, “Satoru, what are you…”

Only for him to surge his head back mere sultry centimeters and push the fat girth of his tongue back inside your pussy with a sluuuuurp. Licking you all up from the inside out, letting the rovering tip of his muscle battle against his fingers. 

Gojo’s ruining you from the inside, and he’s letting his greed do all the work for him.

“O-oh my god-” From the lewd crash of his jackhammering fingertips, to the way that his tastebuds were all there to soothe the sting. To lap up any ounce of sweet, sweet slick that his hands might have dared to leave behind.

Probing, he has his slicked tongue filling in your every crevice in a way that made your mind spin. Feeling the heat of your high nearing ever-so-closely-

Blearily, he whispers against your swollen folds. “Mmm, this is more like it.” Before the honed edge of Gojo’s tongue scrapes your g-spot once more. 

And his other hand? Oh, you didn’t think that he would just let one hand go resting, did you? 

As Gojo’s left hand starts to creep alongside the inner part of your thighs, you’re almost clawing his wrist to a halt. Scratching at his skin, keening in pure need once his left set of fingers come up to pinch your wettened clit. 

“Y-you’re almost-” You can’t help but buck, so hard that the bed frame sings in synchronization with you. The triple stretch of your hole driving you mad with stinging pleasure- “-almost- hck! too much—!”

“I’m built for your pleasure, sweetheart.”

And he was eating you out exactly like it. 

From three different angles, Gojo’s scouring every inch of you. Stuck to you like adhesive, the thrashing of his fingerpads make you feel a lump in your throat. 

You’re just bawling, “Fuck-” Thighs shaking, you can’t help but clench them around his ravenous face at the heat curdling at the pit of your stomach. Suffocating. Holding on for dear life. “Fuck fuck fuck, I don’t think m’gonna last-”

And it’s exactly what Gojo wants to hear - to feel.

You, with your cunt quivering and your hips wetly humping up to meet him - using him. You, with your pretty hole bawling as much as you were. You, crying out even more like his favorite song when his fingers somehow vibrate even harder. 

He glides his tongue teasingly along your bundle of nerves just to hear you sob out even more, making sure that the next few crashes of his roughened fingerpads are particularly hard. “Mmm, is that so? Must mean I’m doing my ngh- job right, heh.”

The loudest fuckin’ squelches depart at the drag of his knobbled digits, and Gojo’s just salivating alllll over you. Letting a puddle of drool slip below your thighs, where you were gyrating up impatiently. He’s groaning, “I better finish it off then and- oh, make you cum.” Teasing left hand scrawling out his very name on top of your slick-glossed clit. “Better leave my- oh, my girl satisfied then, hmm–?”

“Sa-Satoru! M’gonna-” You’re unable to stop your noises from reaching a fever point- because with a few more thorough strokes of his fingers, he has you tipping over the edge vulgarly. 

You’re seeing white, body taken over with electricity. 

Spurred on by the tickling patterns of his tongue, you’re finding yourself maddened by the way he had you like putty in his hands. To grope. To thrust. To ruin. To shovel all his lengthy inches of his digits inside until you’re thrashing sensitively underneath him. 

Babbling, spittle coats either side of your mouth- “Cumming- cum- ngh, cumming.”

Gojo coos kindly, “I already know, sweetheart.” And he doesn’t falter, doesn’t even slow down as he pummels your softened insides through each peak of your orgasm. “Told you I’m The Strongest for a reason. I’m reeeeeally good- hck!”

Blue eyes glazed, your sap taking over his mouth like a waterfall.

He drags out your high by carnally itchin’ at your g-spot, mumbling. “Really good.” Like a mantra, he’s burrowing his face oh-so-close to your body, letting the tips of his ivory bangs tickle your skin. “Really- hck! really good.” Letting his mouth prattle away little whispers each time he’s tuggin’ on whichever inch of your glistening cunt he could reach. Slick pouring. “Really- oh…”

“S-Satoru-” Somehow, by the time your orgasm’s turning into nothing but a few tingles from your puffy pussylips, you manage to crack your teary eyes open. And oh- oh, the sight below you is enough to nearly make you want to cum again. “Satoru, you’re p-pussydrunk!”

“Haaaah—?” He’s gurgling on a glittery wad of your slick, “How can I be pussydrunk when the- ngh, only thing I can ever even think of is your pussy anyway?”

As if to prove his point, he breaks off from your sultry pussy like he’s about to give you a good word or two about how addictive your cunt is. But it’s exactly that- he can’t part from your cunt.

Gojo Satoru was addicted. 

And he’s plopping his mouth right back down onto your pussy with a treacly sound, muffling out his groans between your folds. Looking just so pretty like this; your syrupy liquids gleaming from the apples of his cheeks and down to his collarbones, glassy eyes looking through his bangs, mouth a puffy red and downturning. “Oh fuck, I forgot to make you, mmm, squirt.” Shoving himself even deeper, “Need to- mmm, squirt-”

Harder. And you can’t help but let your throat rip free a yelp, feeling dizzy at the sudden overstimulation. “Fuck- ngh! But I want something else…”

“What do you want?” He’s begging, “What do you want, sweetheart? Anything- oh, I’ll get you anything-”

“Wan’ your cock, Satoru.” Almost shy at the intensity of his stare, your eyes dip down to where he was leaning over the edge of the bed. Where just the tip-top of his achingly hard bulge was bobbing with each movement, puddling out thick precum onto the sheets like a fountain.

“Oh.” He gasps, head snapping down to where you were looking. “Oh. So you got the wand attachment-”

“Just shut up and come here.”

You don’t have to ask him twice. And in only nanoseconds, Gojo’s gone from lounging at the base of your bed to nuzzling his slick-glazed face with your own, giving you the sloppiest kiss of your entire life. “Heh, come.”

You’re just about to roll your eyes- when you’re hit with the sound of a sudden rip-rip-riiiiip from below. And then you’re hit with the sudden, startling realization that Gojo Satoru had just torn your panties clean off of you. 

“That was- l-limited edition-”

With a cocky smirk, “I am limited edition.” You’re being flipped over so that Gojo’s broad back is pressed against the mattress. Your thighs straddling his toned hips, your pussy sitting on his cock.

And oh- were you looking now. You were ogling. 

Slidin’ back and forth on top of his swollen length, mentally counting one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-

“N-nine inches!” You gasp, hands scrambling to find purchase on top of his beefy deltoids. You needed it just to stabilize yourself on top of him, and with the way your folds were stretched around his girth- oh, he was just so thick.