FreakySnowKoNeko

The young adult life was fun, with your friends always pulling you out of the dorm in the dead of night and taking you from one bar to another. From the local student's club to the cabin by the lake, owned by one of the jocks you happened to sleep with.

But the joys of a student's life – be it an evening spent studying or fucking in the car after a stressful exam – were, after a few months, taken away by your stalker.

Suguru Geto has been following you since day one. The moment his eyes fell on your body sprawled on the campus lawn, skin shimmering in the late summer sun, and a sweet giggle tickling his pierced ears.

His brain turned fuzzy whenever he saw the angelic aura wrapping around your cheeky face. Heart melted when your eyes fell on him, even for a single second. An uncontrollable feeling bubbled in his chest at the sheer sight of a little crease appearing between your brows when you bestowed him with a grimace.

It was clear that, for some reason, you treated him rather as a foe than a man who could pique your interest. 

At first, he did nothing but look. Observe, with this devilish smile tugging at his lips and lavender irises taking pleasure in the loveliest scowl slipping onto your face. He tried to keep himself at bay, but not because shyness coiled in his heart.

No, simply because he wished to know everything about you, before making an official approach. Your favourite flowers, the desserts you most cherished, the tight course schedule that always seemed to keep you up all night, favourite shapes and colours of the clacking jewellery that hung from your skin. Of the big hoops that always brushed your neck, and bracelets stacked one on another, chirping like sweet birds whenever you passed by.

He wished to know the colour of your lingerie and how your panties smelled after a long day. To feel the warmth of the bra that had just left the embrace of your breasts. Smell the sweetness of your slightly sweated skin after days when you joined the cheerleading sessions.

Suguru… Suguru wanted to be the one having you all to himself, even if you hated the sheer sight of him.

Whenever you took a shower during late, late nights – someone always seemed to be there. In the shared bathroom on your floor, the one meant to be used solely by the female students. A listener, whose ears pricked up to hear a soft hum of a random melody that bubbled in your throat and sweet sighs when the first hot droplets hit your skin. 

The first time you noticed it was when the bathroom doors closed louder than they should. Another girl coming back from a late session, you thought, giving it no mind. 

But the silence that lingered in the air stretched for too long. As no other shower seemed to be in use, nor did any other sounds of movement filled the lonely bathroom. 

You waited, and waited, to hear something that would not make you believe that a fucking creep slipped inside the room just to await your naked body leaving the shower.

But nothing else ever came, and so your voice echoed off the walls with a, "Hello?"

Silence stood still, and the hot droplets soon turned into the cold sweat tickling the shivering skin along your spine. Nothing, but the thick fog filled the tiled bathroom and a heavy breath of yours, trying to listen for the eerie footsteps that clacked against the wet floor a few seconds ago. 

Coming closer, and closer, till you could already see the heavy, black boots peeking from the lower door crack. A gentle tingling of the oh-so-familiar silver chain slashed through the air, and if you lifted your head up, surely you could see a peek of silky black hair. The shower doors were, after all, not two meters tall. 

"You fucking freak," a low snort escaped your throat. "You don’t think I know who you are?"

Silence. 

He simply stood there, as if waiting. For you to come outside? Or maybe simply enjoying the tension that rose within a blinding fog. The faster beating of your heart, shuddered breath you tried to conceal with a harsh tone, and trembling fingers covering your breasts, as if he could see your naked body through the door.

"Cat got your tongue, huh? Don’t be a coward, at least say something," you continued, making sure the miserably weak latch was keeping the door closed. "You’ve been stalking me for months. Don’t you know who my boyfriend is?"

Suguru knew. 

But he also knew that the captain of the basketball team wasn’t your boyfriend. Because you didn’t do that stuff – relationships, love, cheesy romance. 

So a low chuckle slipped past his lips as he pressed his forehead to the door. Trying to smell the sweet body wash that lingered in the air, imagining the foam that coated your soft body and curled around those plush breasts he loved so dearly.

"I can’t believe you’re getting off to this," another snort escaped your throat, as you banged with a fist on the door. "You don’t think I’ll report you? I’ll end you, do you hear me?!"

But Suguru could simply laugh – deeply, with a vibration hitting the plastic surface. His large palm pressed to the door, as if he tried to imagine where exactly your hand lay. So the image of your skins almost touching could slip an eerie, excited thought that tickled his mind in such a pleasant manner. 

A wrath coiled beneath your heart, hearing how much he enjoyed this little torture. Because, if only he wanted, he surely could rip the door off the hinges with little to no sweat. Instead, he simply let out a hum, curling the fingers into a fist.

"Sure, baby. I hear you loud and clear," a low purr bounced off the tile, foggy walls.

The heat made your head spin, body leaned against the plastic door in need of fresh air. But going out now would mean slipping right into his needy clutches. 

And before you could snap once again, he added, "I hope you won’t mind me taking those pretty panties of yours, hm? I’ll give them back one day, pinky promise," and with that, the leather shoes disappeared from your sight.

With your pitched you fucking psycho, kissing his cheeks goodbye, as he left the stuffy bathroom.

And so during the first semester, you started seeing the consequences of having a stalker like him.

Your panties were disappearing one by one, and you knew that it was not a fault of the old washing machines in the dorm. Always suddenly appearing back on your bed, clean and fragrant, although only god knew what he did with them.

Other times, it was the white knee-socks from the cheerleader costume. The woollen, soft material that wrapped your sweaty thighs after hours of training. Always disappearing whenever you planned to do the laundry, always back on your bed a bit stiff, with a heavy cologne still clinging to the cloth.

The report to the headmaster did truly nothing, as you had no proof whatsoever that Suguru Geto was your stalker, nor that he slipped into the women’s bathroom. After all, no one else saw him, and for that matter, no one could accuse him of anything. 

The jock you were sleeping with back then refused to deal with him another way, for he simply didn’t see a reason to it.

You snorted, the first time Toji said it and slipped off his bed. The winter’s biting cold was sneaking past the old dorm windows as you started dressing yourself up. 

"Doll, what are you doing?" The mountain of a man asked with a sigh, stretching his massive body on a bed. "I won’t kill some random guy, just because you think he’s stalking you."

You scoffed at the quizzical tone of his voice, pulling on the warm, woolly sweater. "So you think I made this up, huh?"

Toji groaned, lazily wiping his face with a hand. "Come on, I’m just saying that he may have a crush and that’s it."

"He’s been stealing my underwear and listening to me taking showers for months!"

The emerald eyes followed you with a raised eyebrow, as you pulled tight jeans onto your ass. The scowl between your brows made him chuckle lowly and sit up on a bed, patting the still-warm place next to him.

"Come on, let me make you feel better. It’s not as if he’ll do anything else." His long hand reached for the loops of your jeans, but you quickly smacked it. "Doll, I’m serious. If you were in danger, I would definitely deal with him."

Fully dressed, with shoes on, you turned to him with a low tsk and, "I think you’re too much of a fucking coward to do it," before going out of his room and closing the door with a thud.

Months passed; winter turned into early spring, the second semester began, and Suguru Geto was slowly getting closer. 

In slow, baby steps and yet you felt the line between the two of you thinning. With him appearing on your horizon much more often, following you around the campus, barely trying to hide it.

In early spring, he started leaving little gifts on your bed, under the door, in the locker. A pretty set of lingerie, favourite flowers, a tape with music he thought you could like, the… death threats.

Not to you, oh, but of course, as he would rather cut his limbs off than make a single, precious strand of your hair fall for the greediness filling his heart.

All the death threats were always aimed at your lovers, of course. 

As Suguru had a little patience left for seeing you change men like gloves, with none worthy to be bestowed with the softness of your skin. To nuzzle into your neck, trace kisses down the chin, and hear the sweet laughter every single day. 

Suguru was simply jealous. And he addressed it quite openly in short, paper notes that you somehow always found in your bag.

The mix of, baby he’s not good for you, and, break it off, or he’ll regret ever setting his eyes on my girl.

When you brought them all to the headmaster, he simply offered to monitor the situation. As you still had no proof to offer that Suguru Geto was the one who wrote them all. No one saw him slipping the notes into your bag, nor his ghastly figure stealing all your lingerie. 

On a campus, he was simply a weird guy.

In classes, the best student.

For you, a hellish nightmare that tried to crawl under your skin and wrap around your body like a deathly viper.

And so you ignored the threats. Broke most of your relationships, but didn’t quite reveal the reason. If he had a problem with you sleeping with one guy for a month or two, then… you simply had to stick to one-night stands and not show yourself on campus with any other men.

As long as you weren’t hanging onto anyone’s shoulder, it should be okay. Somehow, you would last the next year and leave this town behind. With the stalker hot on your heels and the presents stacked in your bedroom, one on top of another. 

The middle of the second semester began quickly, with spring in full bloom and the sizzling sun once again letting you slip away for the pool parties at the jocks’ houses. You allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasures and madness of student life, with summer just around the corner. Only a few months left, and you would get a break from your stalker for the whole holidays.

But then… Suguru Geto confessed.

He came to your dorm with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, a small bun sitting high on his head, and pierced lips curling in a gentle smile, as he knocked on your dorm’s door. After months of following you obediently like a puppy, he knew every little thing about you.

Every mood swing of yours, each emotion, always oh so visible on your lovely face. He learned how to watch you, please you, and say the right things to become the perfect boyfriend.

He knew how your pussy smelled during the ovulation days. How you usually tasted, checking it each day with a pretty lingerie of yours pressed to his lips, and fingers pumping his leaking cock. 

He learned the melody you always hummed under the shower and the brand of shampoo that made your hair smell like the sweetest garden.

He found out what you liked and hated in bed, all the kinks you wished to try. The way your fingers pressed to your swollen clit, whenever you stayed in your dorm room alone. How your breath hitched when you were close, and thighs squeezed around nothing, although he truly wished it was his head being squished between the heavenly softness that haunted his dreams.

And when you opened the door, he knew that it was now or never. He, finally, was worthy to ask for your love.

"Hi, baby," he said, glancing at your figure dressed in nothing but a skimpy gown. 

Wrapping you a bit too tight, ending just above the mid-thighs and with perked nipples poking through the flimsy material. 

A scowl bubbled in your throat, and you quickly, with full force, tried to close the door. But he was quicker, slipping his heavy shoe right into the small crack. 

"Leave, or I’ll start screaming," you warned him, getting as an answer a low giggle.

He pushed the door easily, coming into your room. The dim light slipping from the night table bathed the small space with a soft glow. A few scented candles flickered on your desk and the bed of your roommate, as usual, was empty.

You took a few steps back, trying not to show any signs of panic. 

The sudden fear that rose in your chest. Breath becoming slightly more hitched, fingers trembling around the gown you tried to pull down. Eyes fixed on him, as if he could attack any minute now. 

But he, as always, was looking at you. Closely, carefully, with lavender warmth slipping up and down your body and a handsome smirk tugging on his lips. Long hair tickled his shoulder, swimming down along the muscular back dressed in leather jacket. Metal bars on his lips and eyebrows twinkled like coins under the spilling candle-flame, adding a sort of wickedness to his demeanour. 

Suguru Geto was… handsome.

Dear lord, he was beautiful. 

And as difficult as it was to swallow, you could not change the fact that your stalker was one of the prettiest men you had ever seen. With a horrendous and sinful character, yet the face of an angel.

So you allowed yourself to trace the broad back bulging under the jacket. The height looming over your shivering figure. Long fingers that gripped the bouquet and beefy thighs dressed in black jeans.  The woodsy scent of his cologne wrapped around your senses in an utterly pleasurable way, melting you in its warmth.

You hated the way he made you feel. Confused, scared, and most of the time simply furious. But somehow, on some days, a bit too balmy. With a heat spreading all over your body, slipping under the chest, down the belly, between the thighs, as if the wickedness of his actions, the sheer idea of how obsessed he was with you, made you excited. 

So then, while he stood in your dorm with a straightened back, you decided to wait. To see what other foolish plan would bloom in his devilish mind, only for you to bring it back to the headmaster. 

"What the fuck do you want?" you snapped, crossing arms over your chest.

He took a step closer, lavender eyes mingling with an excitement of a source that made your spine tingle in an unpleasant way. Long hand extended towards you, pushing a lush bouquet right into your arms. 

"Go out with me," he stated, not even curving his tone into a question. 

A statement, rather, it was as if he was utterly sure that you would agree.

And you stood there with the same scowl that didn’t leave your forehead even for a second. Fingers wrapped around the heavy bouquet, nostrils tingling with the strong, flowery smell you loved so much.

But the wrath coiling beneath your chest was dangerously close to spilling. Eyes bulged, hearing the question he dared to push after months of acting like a psycho stalker and turning your life into madness. Everyone looked at you like a crazy, delusional woman who tried to frame a poor outcast as a maniac who, Suguru Geto, definitely wasn’t.

And now he had the audacity to stand in your bedroom, checking your body dressed in nothing but a flimsy robe, as a sly smile tugged at his lips. 

"What did you just say?" Rolled in tremble, as you could barely stop the rage bubbling in your chest. 

His head tilted. Long legs took another step closer. Until the big hand lifted to nuzzle your soft cheek, strong thumb brushing the skin aflame with fury.

"Go out with me, baby. Let me love you as you deserve it." The silkiness of his tone made your head spin, in both an unsettling pleasure and madness. "And if you don’t want to date me, use me. It’s been a while since you slept with someone, hm? Why won’t you just use me for your pleasure?"

Thumb slipped to your slightly parted lips. The urge to bite it and suck on it fought in your mind, bringing an irrational feeling that made your lower lip tremble right under his digit.

His words clearly stated that he, in fact, did not know that you hadn’t given up on sleeping with other men. Because if he did…

"Why so sure that I’m not fucking with anyone?" You muttered, tilting head in a cheeky manner.

As if you wanted to indulge yourself in the psychotic game of his, fully aware that you would always end up as a loser. Because for the past few months, Suguru Geto was never, ever, letting you win any of the tricks you tried to play on him. The reports, gathering the evidence, paying people to give him the lesson, although the next day he was always appearing back on the university’s lawn. Fully aware of all your miserable attempts.

Something in his eyes twinkled, but the smile didn’t come off his lips even for a second. "Do you?"

You smacked away his hand, and with a swing, shot the flowers through the room. Gentle petals smashed against the wall, falling pitifully on your roommate’s empty bed.

Before he could even look their way, your arms wrapped around his neck, perked nipples pressed against his torso as you lifted yourself up on tiptoes. The sweetness of your skin immediately enveloped his senses, and it seemed this sudden, intimate gesture left him speechless.

"Every. Single. Night." You whispered, tugging harshly on the long, silky hair curling behind his neck. His breath slipped out shuddered, and, for the first time, you noticed a true rage bubbling in his gaze. "Think you’re so smart? That I’m scared of your stupid threats?" He didn’t answer, allowing himself to cherish the softness of your body pressed to his. "I’m fucking every day with a different guy. Guys, maybe? Who knows, maybe I’m already knocked up stupid after all the cum they–"

His patience finally snapped. 

One hand curled around your waist, the other lifted to squeeze your jaw before the last, nasty words would fully set his mind ablaze. The fingers dug painfully into your cheeks, the arm kept you in place, forbidding you from slipping away from the deathly clutches.

"Aren’t you a smartass, hm?" He chuckled, but his low voice was edged with the wrath that made the lavender irises narrow into a cat-eye glance. "I’m giving you an easy way out, baby. If you’re a fucking nymphomaniac, why won’t you make me your boy toy? Think I was joking?" He tugged you, drawing a soft groan from your throat. And as fear filled your body from head to toe, something exciting, maddeningly confusing, tingled in your fingertips.

"You are a fucking joke," a muffled mutter bounced off the walls, only making him squeeze your cheeks even harder. 

"I don’t think you’re in a position to make me angry, baby," he leaned closer, his lips mere millimetres from yours. 

Another move, and he could taste the sweetness of your lip gloss.

"Or what?" You snorted, enraging him even more. "You’ll kill me? Come on, psycho. At least I’ll get myself free from you."

Suguru never wanted to hurt you. He never wanted to do anything that would cause you even a moment's pain. But the way you spoke to him, the way your eyes twinkled with the truth of choosing death rather than spending another second in his presence, made his blood boil in a disgustingly dangerous way. 

Your doe eyes fixed on his, lovely face twisted in a wicked smile as he finally loosened his grip on your cheeks.

"Is that your final answer, then?" He asked, low bass filling the small room. Candle flames licked a side of his face, with warm tongues and peppered kisses. A devil truly looking like an angel. "I promise you’ll regret it, baby."

And with a final scowl, you pushed him away. This time, he allowed you to do it without a fight.

To kick his massive body out of your room and smash the door till the tremor bounced off the corridors. 

Back then, while gathering the beautiful flowers of the bed and pushing them all to the trash can, you didn’t know what consequences your decision would bring upon the lives of not just you, but all the other people you associated yourself with. The rage filled you from head to toe, making your mind go foggy from the dizziness and adrenaline that still pulsed in your veins. 

Back then, you thought that the official rejection would finally stop all his attempts to coax you into this weird relationship he had made up in his head and give you a little breather.

So when you didn’t notice his presence around yourself for the next few days, a grain of hope bloomed beneath your heart. That maybe, he finally decided to leave you alone. 

Your lingerie stopped disappearing, death threats were no longer found in your bag, and all the little presents stopped appearing on your bed. Life was getting back on track, and you could enjoy the last few months of university, hanging on jocks’ shoulders and slipping into parties every single weekend.

But as it would soon turn out, those few days of peace were nothing but a bad omen. The storm that would soon haunt not only your life but the whole campus itself. 

As on the night one of the male students had left your dorm, he disappeared. Simply, just like that, only to be found two days later in the local forest. With body dismembered into pieces, head a few meters away from the torso.

When the news spread across the campus, not a single student or professor was left unshocked, their hearts shattered. 

Did he have any enemies? People wondered. Did he find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time?

The police went to you first, of course, since you seemed to be the last person who saw him that night. But the two officers didn’t get anything from the stuttering, and weeping body of yours, with dark circles swollen under your eyes. As, in fact, you didn’t even know his name, after meeting at some party and taking back for a quick fuck to your room. 

Weeks passed before you could somehow move on and find calmness within a company of another guy. Not a one-night stand, but simply someone whose kindness and gentlemanly manner made your mind flutter with peace. He talked to you gently and made a sweet, genuine laugh slip past your lips. A friend, companion, but of no love interest from your side.

And yet, after a while, he disappeared too. Only to be found in the lake, with a purple body bulging from the water and a head wrapped in a dirty sack. 

This case… made you spiral into madness. 

Because, as you would soon discover, men who got close to you in any way were always, always, going missing just a few days after exchanging a few simple words with you. Be it a random student working in a library or a waiter at your favourite dinner. It didn’t matter who they were to you, but a single glance at your face was enough to sentence them to death.

And whenever another person was disappearing, you always saw him.

Suguru Geto, looking at you from across the campus, with a diabolical smirk tugging at his lips. Of unmatched beauty, with cheeks, straight eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes. Lavender gaze lingering, with an uncanny sense of a secret only the two of you knew. The love and obsession so heavy that he was ready to cut you off from any men if that would force you to crawl back to him.

So you simply stopped hanging around campus. You just gritted your teeth, hid face beneath the heavy hoodie, and left the room only for classes. Room – classes, room – classes, the route that, during the last month before the summer break, became your routine. 

You made minimal contact with other men, be it people in your class or a cashier at the local supermarket. Avoided the parties, gatherings, hangouts, just to not risk anyone’s life any further. 

Just one month, you thought, desperately wanting to move back to your parents’ house for the summer holidays. 

To leave Suguru, the university, this whole mess behind, and lock yourself far away from all the problems you already caused.

And then, a few days before leaving, Shoko knocked on your door. And when you opened with a puffy face and a shirt dirty from a chocolate ice cream you just stuffed yourself with, she sighed heavily, quickly coming inside.

"Do you even have a roommate?" She asked, noticing that the other half of the room was always empty.

With a brief nod, you fell back on your bed and closed the book you had just been reading. Ice cream in a big paper cup was melting on your bedside table, and heavy curtains cut off the summer light in the stuffy room. 

"She’s always hanging out with her boyfriend," you muttered, patting the place next to you. 

Shoko took a seat, watching the misery furrow your face. "You can’t cut yourself off. It’s not healthy, you know?" she said, tugging a lock of your hair back behind an ear. 

Your fingers fiddled with the old, pink tracksuit, picking on the little, plastic diamonds glued to the soft material. 

"I don’t want anyone else to die," a low, almost crying voice filled the space as you desperately tried to hold back the tears already swirling behind your eyelids. "What if he’s going to hurt you?"

She wondered for a second, taking in your state, a pain ripping at her heart. "Don’t worry, I won’t let that bastard get anywhere near me. Besides, it seems that he only aims for your…" She bit down on the lower lip, as if not wishing to confirm what was already obvious. "Anyways, I thought that maybe we could have some fun tonight. Nothing crazy, just a simple funfair with me, Utahime and Yuki."

You looked up from behind the wet eyelashes, seeing the comforting smile on your friend’s face.

"I don’t think I’m in the mood for fun," another sigh escaped your tightened throat. "Besides, he can follow me there."

She hummed, nodding her chestnut head. Short hair curled around the lean cheeks, and a single cigarette was pushed behind an ear. 

"Well, how about you slip away through the window? He won’t notice you leaving the dorm. His room is on the other side of the building; he won’t even see you cross the lawn."

A low giggle slipped past your lips, seeing a cheeky grin lift her lips. "And how do you know that?"

"I think you truly underestimate your friends. Yuki’s boyfriend is friends with his roommate, the nerd guy, Satoru. We’ll make sure he keeps him entertained for a few seconds," Shoko laughed, squinting her eyes like a sly kitty. "Besides, there’s some weird metal band in town. I’m sure he and the rest of Addam’s Family will hang out there. He already knows you’re too scared to even leave your room, so… he won’t suspect anything."

The plan indeed sounded good. And as your room was on the first floor, slipping away would be easy. The worst that could happen was a small scratch, but it seemed worth it to experience even the simplest moment of joy before leaving your friends for two months. 

At the same time… the fear was eating you alive. The thought that he might somehow be able to track your location sent a shiver down your spine. Made your mind freeze, heart trying to leap from the tightened chest. You didn’t want to hear about any more murders. Didn’t want to befriend kind, innocent people who would meet a tragic end only because of the psychotic stalker who cared for you in his sick, twisted manner.

And yet, without a second thought, you nodded, drawing a squeak from Shoko’s beaming face. She pulled you into a tight, warm hug, a sweet fragrance of perfume and cigarette smoke wrapping around your senses. 

"So get your ass up now and go take a shower," She said, pushing you towards the door. "I’ll prepare a little special outfit for our night out."

The bathroom was empty when you entered, but no one interrupted your long, warm shower. No heavy footsteps bounced off the tiled walls, and no one’s silky hair peeked down at your naked body. It felt almost unusual, yet you tried to enjoy this intimate moment of peace just as you used to, with the same melody hummed softly beneath the dripping rain and a sweet body wash lathering your skin. 

Colours seemed to slowly spread across your cheeks, the purple smooched disappeared from under your eyes, and a heavy, relaxed breath escaped your throat. 

The life, even for a slippery second, felt as if it was back under your control. 

When you turned to the room, a small, shocked gasp rolled off your tongue.

"I am not wearing that!" You scowled, looking at the set Shoko prepared for you. 

You had long forgotten about the tight, extremely short pink skirt and the sparkling white top that were hidden in your wardrobe. A set of white lingerie lay right next to them, and your heart almost stopped at the bra, thin enough to make your perked nipples visible through the flimsy top.

"What do you mean? You wore it so many times before!" she exclaimed, adding a pair of big hoops and milky-white heels. "Come on, don’t be a prude!"

"I’m not, but…" but what if some guy tries to talk to me, and he will be there, and…

"Nuh-uh, stop. I can read your thoughts," Shoko said, quickly wiping a towel over your naked body. Her chestnut eyes slid up and down your figure, a cheeky smile tugging at her lips. "Mhm, perfect. Dress up and let me do your make-up."

So after an hour and a long fight over the crimson lipstick that smudged your lips in an utterly whorish way, you and Shoko, under the sky blanketed in darkness, finally slipped away through the window. Bags fell onto the lawn first, heels following right after, only for your stupidly giggling lips to shush each other as you ran across campus. 

Yuki and Shoko were already waiting outside, and when you saw them crouched behind the bushes, a loud, alive laugh filled the warm summer night.

"Why didn’t you wait in the car?" You asked, slipping into the passenger seat.

Yuki started the car, slowly reversing from the university’s car park. "For your entertainment, dear." She chuckled before pulling onto the main road.

After ten minutes of laughing and chit-chatting in the car, with music blasting from the speakers and Yuki’s cabriolet swooshing along the forest roads, you finally noticed the lights.

Red, orange, and purple, with a Ferris wheel looming over the dark, haunted house, rollercoasters, and multiple colourful booths filling the place with a mixture of burnt popcorn and sweet cotton candy. The tacky music beamed from the stickers, bouncing off the nearby lake, hidden just behind the deep forest. 

Children, teenagers and students filled the park to the brim, with plastic red cups or paper boxes of food in their hands. Men tried to show off their muscles, hitting the high striker again and again until the golden bell buzzed with a red alarm, tickling your earlobes. A few squeaks escaped from the haunted house after a group of girls left it, laughing and giggling, while another group just entered, fear twisting their faces.

It seemed perfect, joyful and carefree, lifting a heavy burden from your shoulders and allowing you to experience a moment of happiness.

Shoko wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards the entrance.

After an hour, you completely forgot about the terror that had haunted you for the past year. You couldn’t count the cans of beer you drank, the amount of caramel popcorn that filled your belly with sweetness, all the times you almost barfed on the rollercoaster, and your miserable attempts to win a plush toy in darts.

Some men looked behind their shoulders to sense a direction from which sugary laughter was coming. Some tried to talk to you, but all three girls were immediately taking you away from their clutches, knowing that the presence of another guy was the last thing you needed.

But then all of them left for the haunted house, which you refused to enter, and suddenly became easy prey. Easy enough for someone to come into your line of sight and let out a chuckle when another soft ball didn’t hit the moving object. 

"I’m sorry, but you really suck at it," a low voice whispered in your ear, and you quickly looked over your shoulder. 

A young man, surely your age, with coffee-coloured eyes that mingled like little stars and sandy hair brushed slightly back. He stood tall, with broad shoulders bulging beneath the blueish shirt. Muscular arms peeked from beneath the short sleeves, with a few creamy buttons revealing his warm chest.

Your lips pouted. "I’m not that bad."

"It’s the fourth time you lost it."

Sixth, almost slipped away, but instead, you let out a giggle.

His eyes scanned your face, taking in the loveliness warming your skin, before drifting towards a booth filled with plushies.

"So which one do you want?" He asked, giving the cashier a few dollars for another try. 

You bit the plush inside of the cheek, pointing with a finger at the big, black cat with yellow eyes and a pinkish nose.

"He looks mischievous," a man murmured, nevertheless sending you a smile.

His legs spread a bit wider, and his body leaned over to get a better view of the moving cans.

"I like them a bit mischievous," you said, moving yourself to stand right next to him. 

With a corner of the eye, you noticed his gaze on your warm cheeks, before he looked back towards the game. "I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m a nice guy."

The first ball flew, hitting right in the middle of the small can. You gasped, shooting your head towards him. To look at the cheeky smile and sandy brows curving up. 

"You did not!"

He shrugged, rolling a chuckle. "Not bad, hm?"

Another three balls in his hand disappeared just as quickly. One by one, each hitting the can with force, until the metal cups fell to the ground. The cashier seemed just as surprised and charmed as you, watching the blue veins bulge on his forearms and squinting at the aim. 

When the last can fell, you suddenly, without a further thought, grabbed his shoulders and started jumping with loud squeaks.

"Oh my god! Amazing!" The pure happiness lighting your face swelled his heart with pride as he pointed a finger at the big, black cat.

"Here you go, pretty," He said, a gentle rosiness kissing his lips as he pushed the plush into your arms.

A bit too small to hug it fully, slightly bigger than your chest.

"Pretty?" Fell rather cheeky, as you walked towards one of the benches. 

The warm summer air coated your body, hair stuck to the glossed lips, and you noticed the way his finger curled into a fist, as if wishing to push those few strands away. 

"Well, aren’t you?" He scratched the back of his neck at the poor attempt to crack a flirty joke. 

And as heartwarming as it was, maybe a little cheesy, you smiled, nuzzling cheek into the soft fur of your new gift.

"Mhm, whatever you say, handsome."

This time, his lean cheeks blazed with colour. Eyes slipped over your shoulder, as if the loveliness of your eyes was simply too much to bear. Cute.

"I’m Nanami," he said, coffee eyes finally meeting yours once again. "I was watching you for a while and thought you were pretty…"

The shyness creeping up his neck melted your heart. He was handsome, of course he was, with a sharp jaw and sandy hair, a few golden strands as if licked by the sun's rays. Eyes deep and warm, like sweet cocoa, held the damnedest purity that men your age usually did not possess. Pale skin, coated with a sheen of sweat, fingers curling and straightening under the weight of your gaze.

You sat down on the nearby bench, nothing but a black cat keeping your thighs from touching each other.

"Are you trying to flirt with me, Nanami?" You asked, turning head his way.

"Is it working?"

You hummed, leaning closer with a devilish smile dancing on your lips. "I think you’re pretty cute."

Nanami turned out to be the utmost gentleman. Always paying attention to everything you said, listening with pricked ears and quick nods. Sometimes the conversation turned to him, but more often to you. And although you thought of yourself as a rather boring person, Nanami enjoyed every word that slipped past your lips.

He seemed rather boring, but kind, shy, and utterly curious about your persona. Making a pleasurable warmth bubble in your belly and a wicked need to coax him into your arms. To use him for your own satisfaction, as back in the days when you enjoyed spending your nights with men too good to hang out with girls of your sort.

And soon you started leaning closer. And closer, placing the cat on the other side of the bench, pressing your thighs together. He was sweetly, utterly aware of your presence. Of the sweetness that filled his nostrils, the warmth of your body and giggles kissing his earlobes.

"I was thinking…" fell sweetly, with your breasts stuck to his arm.

Nanami’s breath hitched, lips felt slightly open. "Y-Yes?"

"Maybe we could move somewhere quieter?" A lovely pout formed on your lips, doe eyes lurking up from beneath the curtain of lashes. "There’s a lake nearby. And I could reaaally use a cold swim right now."

You felt a tremor slip down his spine. The goosebumps rising on the skin of his bicep, you curled fingers around. A bulge in his trousers that made your eyes twinkle and lips lift in a wicked smile.

"But you don’t h-have a swimsuit," he said, perfectly knowing how stupid his reasoning was.

Because the lack of a swimsuit was, indeed, the whole point of this secret meeting. 

So when a low, "Do you mind?" Slipped past your lips, he quickly shook his head.

"Let’s meet in ten, then." You said, before walking away towards the hidden beach with a gentle sway of your hips and a big cat wrapped within your arms.

It was safer to meet there separately. The reasons were obvious, but Nanami didn’t need to know them. There was no need, as for the past few hours you had been carefully scanning the park for the dark, heavy shoes and their owner, a face that still haunted your dreams.

It seemed he truly had no idea of your whereabouts, so the invitation seemed quite safe. Nanami appeared too good to get himself tangled up in your whole mess, yet the egoistic, carnal need for pleasure was far stronger than the need to keep a clear mind.

 The short path through the dark forest led you towards a small beach, with trees looming over the crystal water and the moon peeking through the thick branches. Crickets hummed a summer melody, gentle waves crashed over the soft sand and without a second thought, you started undressing yourself. 

The top, skirt, heels, followed by the flimsy white lingerie. A shiver ran down your spine when you dipped your feet in the water. Lukewarm, but still cooling your body in such a pleasing way. You slowly went further, and further, till the lake wrapped around your hips and moonlight bounced off the crystal droplets gathering on your skin.

Soft sigh slipped past your lips as you immersed yourself fully, with only your head peeking over the calm surface.

After a while, you finally heard footsteps slowly coming towards the beach. Nanami was close, and so you went back to the shore, slowly, slowly, walking out of the lake, with beads coating your naked body. Hanging off the perked nipples, nuzzling into the collarbones, dripping down your pussy, and a sheer sight of you could make one recall legends of water nymphs. With a beauty that unlatched heaven itself, carrying a wicked spell that spiralled men into madness.

When the shadow lurked from between the bending trees, your lips curled. Head tilted, mind already imagined the fever that would hit his lovely, virgin cheeks. 

"Nan–"

And yet, before the name could fully roll off your lips, your breath hitched instead. 

Because the man who appeared in front of you wasn’t him. The kind boy you met just minutes ago.

No, but instead Satan himself. Demon, nightmare, a fiend plaguing your life since the year before.

With a tall, muscular body dressed in black, heavy shoes wrapped around his ankles, creamy skin drenched… in blood. Long fingers wrapped around the long knife, and this damned smile bubbled behind the lavender irises.

"You–" a shuddered breath escaped your tightened throat, body suddenly a lot more naked than it should.

Everything you showed, exposed, and wanted to offer wasn’t meant to be seen by him.

And Suguru Geto knew it. Oh, he knew too well, and that’s why the lavender gaze travelled up and down your body with a satisfaction.

"Hi, baby," he said, slightly tilting his head. "Why the surprised face? Have you waited for someone else?"

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to confirm the obvious. Instead, your hands lifted to cover the soaked breasts, eyes quickly fell on the clothes left messily on the sand. Four big steps and you could at least grab the lingerie.

But Suguru noticed the way your gaze wandered, and a small gasp escaped his lips. He was faster, with long legs carrying him to your panties before you could take a step, body still frozen in fear. With one hand gripping the knife, he bent over and grabbed the dirty panties with the other.

"Such a pretty set. All for me?" He giggled, lifting the material to his nose. You could hear a low moan as he took a deep, heavy sniff with utter pleasure. Pervert. "Fuck, baby. You always smell so fucking good." Before you could snap back, his tongue peeked out past the pierced lip, taking a long, moany lick of your juices, lavender eyes not leaving your face for a second. "And taste like heaven."

Something bubbled in your belly. A mix of emotions too strange to identify, making your mind spin into a fury and spine tingle with a craving too queer to admit. The sole fact that standing naked in front of your stalker felt…

"Where’s Nanami?" you added quickly, trying to ignore the way your thighs clenched the moment Suguru moaned around your panties.

He took a step closer, coming your way at an unhurried pace. Panties hidden in the back pocket of his jeans, a thumb brushing away your juice, mixed with a crimson liquid on his cheek.

Suguru shrugged, eyes still fixed on your face. "Who?"

Your fingers turned into fists, as "What did you do to him, psycho?" fell through the gritted teeth.

But the gentle crease appearing between your brows melted Suguru’s heart. Low chuckle bounced off the calm water, as he was only a few steps away. If he wanted to, he could simply extend his hand and grab you by the neck. 

"Baby, I really thought you learned your lesson," an angelic pout twisted his lips, as he pressed the drenched knife to his cheek. "Let me think… are you talking about the guy who was coming to see you? Blond, slightly shorter than me?"

When a terror flickered behind your gaze, his eyes lightened. "Ah, so that was him? Well, I didn’t like the fact that he was coming to meet my girl," Lavender irises dropped down to your breasts covered by your hands, before slipping towards the soft belly, hips, mound of your pussy, with a low growl tickling your ears. "Fuck, baby. I’m so happy this fucker’s dead. I can’t believe–"

Before Suguru could finish, you took a step.

And the next one, and another, before your palm met with his cheek. You didn’t expect the hit to be that hard, and yet he stumbled and fell on the soft sand. With a shock crossing his face and hand lifting to grab his burning skin. 

"Bab–"

You launched towards him, your hips straddling his, palms pressing his shoulders down until his head hit the ground. Everything felt too weird, unnatural, as burning rage took over your mind and adrenaline pulsed beneath your skin. 

Another slap echoed from the looming trees, and when his head flew to the left, you quickly turned it right with the next hit. And the next, next, counting each man who died because of you. The jock, the kind guy, the diner waiter, the student from the library… Nanami. 

One hit more ruthless than another, but the adrenaline cooed over the sizzling pain that ripped your palms. No tears ran down your face, no trembling washed over your spine. 

It was a wrath that had been simmering beneath your heart for months and finally found a way to spill in a deeply dishonourable way, leaving you filled with disgust for the violence he forced upon you. 

When you finally finished, with deep breaths slipping one by one through your parted lips and eyes looking down at his face, a sort of peace dripped into your mind. Upon seeing a thin thread of blood trickling down his lips and a nasty, lavender bruise slowly forming high on cheeks.

He lay still with a mix of shock and absolute, loving madness that slipped in a shudder past the bloody traces on his face. 

If Suguru Geto had thought he already loved you those few minutes before, now, with your naked body straddling his and cheeks pulsing from a beating he had himself awakened in you – he wasn’t sure whether love was enough to describe the devotion his heart swelled with.

Your breasts rose with deep breaths, lips slightly parted, while your hands still pressed his shoulder into the sand. And before he could speak, your finger hooked around his lip piercing, pulling him forward as pain shot through every nerve the metal had struck.

"Stop fucking testing me," you growled, with squinted eyes looking straight into his. "Think you’re so smart? I know your psychotic ass is too miserable to lay a finger on me. Pull another stunt like that and I’ll fucking kill you," you launched him forward, without a care whether the lip ring would rip through the skin. "Do you understand?"

He quickly nodded, but the heart-shaped irises were enough to raise another wave of fury beneath your chest.

And when he thought you would stand up and simply walk away, leaving him on a sand with a blood trickling down his chin and a hard cock trying to rip through his pants, you…

Kissed him. Smashed your lips against his, licking clean the crimson liquid pooling on his skin. 

Suguru was already taken by surprise, but now, feeling your warmth so close to his body, he could swear that heaven was nowhere but in the taste of your sweet breath.

He moaned, drinking the saliva dripping from your lips and feeling the wet pussy rolling against his bulging jeans. Your hands lifted to his cheeks, squeezing them tight till another pitiful groan slipped right into your mouth.

And when his big palms landed on your hips, you pulled back, giving him yet another slap. "Don’t fucking touch me, you psycho."

Your words fell harshly, but the desire bubbling in your lower belly and sticky juices coating his jeans were enough evidence to make you feel utterly, madly turned on by the miserable state he allowed you to put him in.

"Baby, fuck, sit on my face, I’m begging you," he moaned, looking down at the long, silky thread that dripped down from your cunt right onto his bulge. 

The sheer sight made his mind spin, and when you moved over his face, Suguru was sure that blood started dripping from his nose. 

"I don’t care if you’ll suffocate, but you better make me cum," you stated, looking down into his dazed eyes.

Knowing fully well that the death between your thighs would bring him the peace he did not deserve.

With one move, you sat yourself on his face, tongue already peeking out and plastered to meet the heavenly sweetness of your cunt. A low, loud groan filled your drenched walls as he could finally savour the flavour he had craved for so long. 

Lavender eyes rolled back, muscular body trembled as you sat with your full weight, till his teeth grazed your swollen clit and tongue sealed the leaking entrance. He drank the honeyed saps like a man starved, lapping through your folds with low moans and shallow breaths. Getting himself intoxicated by the creaminess trickling down his throat and coating the inside of plush cheeks with a sheen of sugar.

His hand immediately slipped down to his cock, fiddling with a belt, only to pull out a massive, leaking shaft that hit his abdomen. You looked over your shoulder, mouth watering at the sheer sight of the monstrosity he dared to keep hidden all this time.

He did offer to be your boy toy, and maybe, maybe, you would think it over, knowing the fatness that could poke each and every nerve deep inside your pussy. 

When his lips curled around your clit, sucking on the swollen button, your hips rolled in pleasure. 

"Fuck," you moaned, feeling a smirk already tugging on his bloody lips. 

The metal rings felt slightly cold, bringing a weird pleasure to the heat that ripped you from the inside.

His long fingers curled around the thick shaft, pumping it in slow, lazy strokes. The reddened head pulsed as if ready to burst, balls contracted whenever your hips rolled over and over again, smearing his chin, cheeks, nose in a creamy cum.

His tongue fluttered around your clit, folds, poking inside the tightening cunt. When his other hand slipped up to grab your tit, you allowed it with a soft groan. Long fingers rolled the hardened nipple, squeezing the fat that fit into his palm just right. 

"My sweetest," he pulled slightly away, forcing a frown upon your lovely forehead. "That desperate to get fucked, huh? I’m sorry my baby needed to wait that long."

It could look as if he was talking to you, but, in fact, his squinted eyes were nowhere but on your glistening pussy. With another wave of cum already sticking to his lips and lonely hole clenching desperately around nothing.

"My–"

"Stop talking," you muttered, grabbing a fistful of his silky hair, only to push him towards your cunt. "I’m far from cumming."

And he did as you ordered, plastering himself again to the heaven between your legs. 

This time, he lapped more hungrily. With lips, tongue, nose poking all your sweetest buds, sucking on the trembling clit and pushing, pushing, pushing inside the weeping cunt. Each roll of your hips tugged painfully on his piercing, but he didn’t mind. 

No, but rather took a carnal pleasure from the heaviness of your body, feeling that dangerous warmth bubbling in his loins. 

And you were no better, with head falling behind and eyes closing from the ecstasy that was ready to spill any second. Looking back on his cock, you moaned, already imagining the fat, leaking shaft nuzzled deep inside your pussy. With a slightly curved head hitting your womb and a warm cum filling you to the brim.

"Oh fuck, I’m close," an almost inaudible whisper rolled off your tongue, but Suguru caught it in time.

With a sly smirk and lips sucking on your clit harsher, till the plumped bud trembled on his tongue, leaking a few droplets of sap.

His face turned red, for you really cut the air off and made him suffer in pleasure, strangled beneath your oozing cunt. Eyes rolled back again, a low groan spread through your pussy, sending another wave of climax down your spine.

And within the next few rolls and his tongue digging deep inside your soft walls – you finally cummed. Gushed, all over his face, drenching it in splatters of crystal droplets, landing in his mouth, on cheeks, dripping down the forehead. Your thighs squeezed around his head, a pitched moan left parted lips, and fingers grabbed his hair tighter. 

You trembled, and trembled, feeling the ambrosial orgasm tickle your spine. Probably the first and best given to you through oral sex alone. 

And as embarrassing as it was to admit, Suguru was, by far, the only man who made you moan that loud. 

You didn’t have a moment to catch your breath. No strength to lift yourself up from his body. And to him it was of no problem, as the second later, the world spanned only for you to find yourself under him.

With thighs glued to your chest and ass slightly lifted up. 

"I told you–"

His lips fell onto yours before you could finish, drawing a sweet moan from your throat. 

"My poor baby is in heat," he muttered, licking a long stripe of your sweating cheek. "Let me take care of you. You waited so fucking long, didn't you?"

"And whose fault is that?" You snapped, feeling his smirk back onto your lips. 

He kissed you messily, yet with a sweetness and care you would never associate with a psycho of his sort. 

"I told you," he started, pulling away to take his shirt off. Muscles upon muscles glistened under the moonlight spilling through the trees, dark locks cascading down to his hips. "You will regret rejecting my love."

His trousers quickly joined the shirt on the sand, and soon he was hanging over you naked. With a heavy cock lying on your belly and droplets of precum leaking onto your belly button. It burned down through your skin – the hefty girth that made your mind spin from the sight alone. 

He didn’t cum, as if waiting to release himself deep within the warmth of your pussy, and his next "Last time you mentioned something about getting knocked up, hm?", only confirmed the nasty thoughts already bubbling in your skull.

"Don’t know how to use a condom?" You bit down on lower lip, deep inside knowing that you yourself would throw that condom away. 

There was simply no way you would pass up a chance to feel such a monstrous shaft deep inside you. His big palms hook under your thighs, folding you even further, till the breath alone slipped in trembled gasps and chest squeezed under the heaviness of his body.

And yet, you still tried to expose yourself even further, moving your hips in desperate need to meet the long-craved fraction and the maddening stretch. It felt so embarrassing, humiliating, to get yourself drunk on the pleasure that tickled your fingertips and made your lips fall open.

Dizziness already coiled behind your eyes, and Suguru could see it clearly. In the way you looked at his leaking cock, with this slutty, needy gaze.

"Do you want me to use it, baby?" He chuckled, leaning himself down. Only lick a long stripe down your neck, feeling the sweat tickle his taste buds. "Tell me you don’t dream about getting fucked raw and stupid."

A moan slipped past your lips when the head of his cock smooched your entrance, and lips sucked on sensitive skin right beneath your jaw. "Just do it already, fuck."

"Tell me you love me," He murmured, teeth grazing one of your pulsing veins. "Tell me you’ll stay, and I promise to give you everything."

Hips already rolling, as you tried to get yourself closer to his fatness. To the tip that oozed with sticky precum and the heat radiating from his cock. 

A pathetic mewl escaped your throat as he sank himself a bit deeper. But only the plump head, that already marked the painful stretch you would surely get after the rest of the shaft followed.

"Stop dreaming, you psycho," you gritted through your teeth, pushing out even more of the cum that wrapped in a creamy ring around his cock. You stretched your hand, taking a fistful of his hair, only to pull him closer. Till your lips crashed in another kiss, the dried blood sticking to your maws. "Fuck me stupid, and I’ll think about it."

And Suguru, as desperate as he was, needed only those few, mean words to shove his massive shaft deep inside your pussy. 

A loud scream bounced off the trees, soon muffled by his lips, drinking in every cry, every moan that started spilling out. 

The stretch was as painfully ecstatic as you expected, spinning your mind with drowsiness and rolling eyes into the skull. He filled every corner, every fold of your plush hole, till the reddened head smooched your womb. You trembled from head to toe upon a sudden intrusion, and the way he immediately started moving. 

Pushing, thrusting, shoving his cock till the balls squelched against your lifted ass, and nasty splashing filled the little beach. He kept you in place, with muscular arms folding you in half and lips licking, sucking, and biting on the sensitive skin of your neck. Chest plastered to your nipples, brushing the perked buds each time he rammed his cock inside your weeping cunt.

The air felt sticky and steamy, with the sweetness of your breaths mixing whenever another moan slipped past your lips, and Suguru watched carefully as pleasure twisted your face.

The ethereal beauty that warmed your cheeks, eyes lidded in delight, a stream of spit dripping down your chin, before he licked it with a low, nasty groan.

"Fuck, baby, I waited so long," He muttered, mind spinning into madness whenever your plush cunt clamped on his cock. "So hungry, weren't you?"

When his fingers slipped between your bodies, only to press against your clit, a pitched, "Mmm y-yeah, fuck, I hate you so much," rolled right into his smirking lips.

He chuckled, shoving his shaft faster, deeper, till a small bulge appeared right under your belly button. "Do you? Because I thought you, ugh, liked them a bit mischievous, huh?"

You heard those words somewhere before. Maybe because they were the same words said to Nanami.  

But then, with his cock stuffing you, nasty, full and plush lips caressing yours, you couldn’t give a single fuck about how he knew about them. The only thing that mattered was his heavy, beefy body pressed to yours, leaving barely any space for the warm air that desperately tried to slip between your sweating skins.

"Suguru," a lovely mewl escaped your throat when his curved tip hit your sweet spot inside. Ramming into it relentlessly, with a force that drove your body into the sand. "So, oh god, you fill me so good."

His lips met your jaw, chin, lavender eyes tracing each scowl of your face. "You love it, don’t you, baby?" Big thumb rolled the swollen clit, pulling another pinched moan from your throat. "I know, baby, you love it so fucking much. And if I’ll do this," He rammed his tip against your spot again, before nuzzling it right against the plumped womb. "You will cum very, very soon."

And he was right. Pushing all your buttons, kneading your body in all the right places as if he knew exactly how to make a warmth bubble in your belly. 

Fingers of one hand dug painfully into the backs of your thighs as you opened them even further, letting him slip into you even deeper.

"Talk to me, baby." He ordered, feeling the erratic clenching of your walls. "Tell me how much you love me."

"I love it–ahhh," rolled instead, and you could feel a dissatisfied tsk bouncing off your chin.

"No, baby," his teeth sank into your neck, his thumb pressing on your clit even harder. "Come on, baby, tell me how much you fucking love me. I’ll kill every man you’ll ever try to talk to. Hell, I’ll slash your pretty friends’ throats if they try to keep me away from you." Each nasty word was marked by a more brutal roll of his lips. Till the sweet pleasure of smooching your womb soon turned into your painful cries. "Say it, say that you love me."

The warmth in your lower belly was ready to spill, head lulled to the side only to be brought back by his lips, tugging harshly on yours. He bit into them, then licked the swell with a coo, as if trying to coax you into the madness-confession he had waited so long for. 

And you, wrapped around the heavy weight of his cock inside your cunt and the way he made your feet curl in pleasure, finally, unfortunately, had given up. 

"Suguru, I love you–nghh–s-so fucking much," a sweet mewl slipped past your lips. "So good, fuck, you feel so fucking good. I love you, love you, love you, love you–"

Your desperate cries were muffled by his low groan, dripping into your throat, as he finally stilled. 

With cock kissing your womb, lips lick the tears rolling in the corners of your eyes and a thumb pinching the trembling clit. 

You came with a loud cry, squirting all over his beefy thighs, abdomen, soaking the trembling shaft that started filling your clamping walls with waves and waves of cum. Its stickiness glueing to your soft insides, creamy droplets plugging you so full, till the milky threads spilled from the rim of your cunt. 

And in the brief moment when Suguru Geto let his guard down, your fingers seized the long knife left messily on the sand and, with a single furious thrust, drove it deep into his left thigh. 

A low groan slashed through the air when the shimmering iron struck his thick muscles, sending a painful wave over his spine. 

You rolled his heavy body off, milky cum still dripping down your thighs and eyes… 

Eyes looking no better than his. With heart-shaped irises glancing down at his body wrinkling in pain, with a sweet giggle, as you finally felt the winning pleasure spreading all over your chest. 

His naked, muscular figure sprawled on the sand, cock already getting hard once again, upon seeing the bloody, sticky mess you left on him. Lavender gaze gazed up to you with a swelling devotion, and you needed to grit your teeth not to give him one last slap. 

Instead, you started dressing yourself, slowly, with eyes squinted and lips tugged by a sly smile. 

"I should fucking kill you," tickled his ears, and he could only give you a short nod. "But it would be a waste of resources," your eyes slipped onto his already leaking cock.

"I’ll come over tonight, baby," he mumbled, wrapping his hand around your ankle. If he could, he would crawl behind you, but the pain slashing through his thigh was already spiralling him into dizziness. "Fucking, wait for me, I’ll come over."

"I’ll be taking a shower in two hours, and I expect to see you there," you said with a final low hum and a tilt of your head, before walking away. 

And Suguru… he had to jerk himself twice before he could finally stand up, swaying and pain swirling droplets of sweat on his neck. Yet, neither death nor such a minor injury could ever keep him away from his sweet, precious girl.

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You know what, I kind feel sorry for Nanami... anyways, pyramidhead Toji next! I haven't written Toji for such a long time! I hope you enjoyed the first story <3

art by @/sayaartss on ig dividers by @uzmacchiato

You study him silently, swaying on your feet. Goosebumps cover your skin. Normally he's always close by to use his magic–what remains of it at least–to keep you warm. He reaches out to you.

"Come here," he says softly, but you shake your head.

"I don't know you."

He laughs. The sound is sharp.

"Of course you know me, I am your beloved," he says. "We've been together for years."

"That's what you made me think," you whisper. "How long have you kept me here? Days? Weeks?"

The smile fades from his face.

"How do you know what the truth really is?" He challenges. "Fae magic doesn't break."

You shrug. "I found some water. It did something to me."

"Where? What did you drink?"

"Doesn't matter. Now I know you're a liar." You hug your arms around your body.

You can't believe you slept with him. Everything he told you was fake. He glamoured it all to deceive you, but now your eyes are open. This forest of blackened trees is real, the chilly breeze is real, and so is this twisted being before you. His white hair is a curtain obscuring most of him but the parts that you can see are covered in scars, moss, and bark-like skin, as though the forest is trying to claim his body. He's a little too tall and long-limbed, hunched over like he doesn't have the strength to stand properly. When he lowers his head, the tips of his antlers point in your direction like a dozen blades.

"There's no one else," he finally says, twisting his sharp fingers together. "I was meant to be alone. You are not supposed to be here."

"So take me home."

"I do not know where your home is."

"Then help me! You said it yourself, I'm not supposed to be here."

"Don't you see? You're a gift. My reward for suffering all these years." He looks at you pleadingly.

Tears well in your eyes. "No, I just got lost. It's called coincidence."

He slinks towards you. "I call it fate. Let me warm you, at least. You're no good to either of us if you're dead."

You can't resist the promise of his warmth and even though you shrivel up on the inside, you step into his embrace and press your cheek against his body. As his magic floods into your system, you hear something deep in his chest. It's not a heartbeat, no. It's the creaking sound of an ancient tree.

"Oh thank god!" You say. "I thought I was the only one here. I think I'm lost."

"As am I," he says in a broken whisper. "Perhaps we can find our way together?"

Such simple, innocent words. You have no idea you're speaking to a Fae. Even stripped of his title, he is still powerful in his own right and his words alone are binding.

You nod. "Yes please, I could use the help. All these trees look the same."

You begin to walk side by side, but something is slightly off about your companion. Now and then you see something else standing in his place, but it's only for the blink of an eye. When you look at him again everything is back to normal.

I'm dehydrated, you reason. I'm sure he is too.

The trees grow lush and dark, but you haven't seen a single puddle of water and the air dries your throat.

Your companion turns to look at you. "How rude of me, I forgot to ask. What's your name?"

You tell him without a shred of hesitation. Silly little human. There's no hope for you after that, you're firmly in his clutches. After being alone for so long, he can't help but indulge in you. Day after day, you're attracted to his passion like a moth to a flame. You welcome him into your arms on a bed of leaves. There's not a single star in the sky above. His body shields you from the howling wind and his hands are warm as he kneads your breasts and hips.

"Tell me again," he requests, bent over you, his eyes the color of a stormy ocean.

"I love you." You smile at the sound of his favorite sentence.

He likes to hear you say it.

"I love you..." Your fingers pause their idle course in his hair. "Are we forgetting something?"

"There is nothing behind or beyond us, my darling," he says.

"Are you sure?"

He distracts you with a kiss, then drags one orgasm after another out of you, insatiable, his eyes shining bright and his shadow changing shape. There's nowhere else you'd rather be. There are still days when you feel for a fleeting moment that a memory lingers just outside your conscious mind, but it's not important. Maybe it never was.

@vals-lente

Part Two

Soft white hair styled to look effortless. Smooth skin. A tall, well built frame. A smile that could charm the pitchfork away from the devil. And the bluest fucking eyes you’ve ever seen in your life. 

He slid gracefully into the seat beside you, so close his thigh was touching yours and his expensive cologne was overwhelming. 

“Hi girls,” he said in a cheerful voice, “how are you doing this evening?”

You and your friend awkwardly answered, both of you suddenly feeling shy in his presence. He must have been used to that sort of reaction, because he was able to smoothly keep the conversation going, joking to lighten the mood and get you both to relax. 

He introduced himself as “Satoru”, no family name given, and he acted as if the three of you were long time friends. Within half an hour, you were comfortable enough to talk with him easily. You probably would have told him your darkest secrets if he’d asked. 

The drinks flowed freely, making you more and more bold. Bold enough to ask if he had a girlfriend. He’d laughed and said, “What do you mean? You two are my girlfriends!”

You and your friend laughed and ordered more drinks. He was clearly enjoying his job, perhaps a little too much. At one point when he reached to get a glass from the table, his arm brushed across your chest. At another point, he jokingly asked what your kinks were. When you denied having any, he only grinned and said, “We’ll see.”

What did that mean? 

At the time, you thought you must have been imagining that he was paying you far more attention than your friend. She was prettier than you, in your opinion, and even she was no match for his absurdly good looks. But you chalked it up to this being his job. He’d no doubt flirt with any woman who walked in. 

At the end of the night, you grieved over the huge bill, as well as the fact that you’d never see Satoru again. This was a one time celebration of getting your first paycheck. You’d never be back here.

Not that it mattered. A guy like Satoru flirting with you feels nice, but when it’s his job, it’s no better than an AI chatbot telling you it loves you. It’s fake and ultimately meaningless. 

Three weeks later, you were sitting at your favorite table in the cafe you always stop at after work, sipping a latte. It was a quiet weekday afternoon, not crowded at all, the smell of coffee wafting through the air. The only sound was the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional jingle of the bells tied to the door that led to the street outside. 

You heard the door open, but didn’t look up. People came and went even on slow days, so you didn’t bother looking away from your phone. Only when you heard footsteps and felt the presence of someone standing beside your table did you turn your face to see who the newcomer was. 

To your shock, it was Satoru, smiling down at you, piercing blue eyes looking over his lowered sunglasses. 

“Hey there,” he said casually. “You came to the club a while back, right?”

After picking your jaw up off the floor, you quickly looked around to see who might be hearing this conversation. It was a little embarrassing for everyone to know you went to a Host Club. Thankfully, the cafe was empty of other customers. 

“Uh, yeah, I came in once with my friend,” you told him, still processing the fact that he remembered you. He must’ve entertained tons of women. 

“I thought so! Mind if I sit with you?”

You were almost struck speechless again. There were plenty of empty tables. Why sit with you? It’s not like the two of you knew each other that well. Still, you couldn’t bear the thought of refusing such a gorgeous guy. 

“Sure,” you said, gesturing to the empty seat across the table from you. 

He took it, grinning as he opened the menu and looked it over. “I’ve always wanted to try this place. It’s a pretty funny coincidence that you were here when I decided to come in.”

“Yeah,” you said, taking a drink of your latte to cover your nervousness. 

He looked up at you. “Hey, don’t be all shy again. It took me thirty minutes to get you to loosen up last time.”

You were taken aback by that statement. He remembered not only your face, but details of your visit? Feeling a little flustered, you gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I just didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

He pointed at you playfully with a straw. “That’s because you never came back to the club. At least while I was still there.”

“Still there?” you ask. “Did you leave?”

He nodded. “I quit last week. To be honest I only worked there for a couple of months. I just wanted to try it out.”

“You seemed good at it,” you said. 

He grinned. “Does that mean you think I’m charming?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. You got me to buy a lot of drinks,” you quickly added with a laugh. 

He laughed too, then said, “Speaking of drinks, what’s good here?”

You shrugged. “I always just get the caramel latte. It’s a little sweet but it tastes good.”

“Mind if I try it?”

You blinked. He wanted to try your drink? As in, from your cup? Feeling more nervous than ever, you slowly nodded. 

“Thanks,” he said, reaching across to pull your cup over to his side. Then he proceeded to wrap his lips around your straw, where your lips had just been, and take the most sensual drink you’ve ever seen. You had no idea drinking from a straw could be so sexy. 

When he finished, he passed the cup back to you and said, “Hey, why don’t we go out some time?”

And that’s how you began dating Satoru, the gorgeous ex Host. 

He was a good boyfriend, most of the time. He was funny and sweet, protective and supportive. And almost every day he absolutely rearranged your insides. 

It shouldn’t have surprised you that an impossibly hot, tall guy would have a massive cock that he knew exactly what to do with. But somehow he left you gasping every time, clutching the sheets in your balled fists and whimpering incoherently as he railed you into oblivion. 

But there were downsides to dating Satoru, the primary one being his lack of a job after quitting the Host Club. He was perpetually broke, but had expensive tastes. This meant that you had to cover most of your dates. And if you ever complained?

“Well I guess I could go back to work at the club,” he’d say. All innocently. As if he didn’t know the idea of him flirting with women all day drove you mad. 

If you had the nerve to try to cut back a little on his (your) spending, he’d simply pull you into the bedroom, fuck you until your brain was made of jelly, and suddenly you didn’t care about the money. 

One afternoon Satoru decided he wanted to go to a concert being held in the city. Some band you vaguely remember him saying he liked. 

You looked at the clock. “It starts in two hours? There’s no way we could get tickets.”

“Sure we can,” he said confidently. “There’s always scalpers selling them.”

“Scalpers? Aren’t they super expensive?”

He walked over and threw an arm around you. “Come on, babe. It’s my favorite band! You’ll have a great time, I promise.”

“That’s not really the issue…” you started, but his hand slid down between your legs, cutting off your argument before it began. 

“You can wear that short leather skirt I like,” he said as his fingers pushed your panties aside. “In the dark arena, I can play with this pretty pussy while we listen to the music.”

You gasped as his fingers toyed with your clit. Your knees grew weak. “Satoru… now really isn’t the time…”

His lips were at your ear. “Hmm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound you getting so wet.”

“I’m not! I just… you just…”

“It just feels so good, right?” he asked, his fingers now inside you, probing while his thumb circled your clit. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax.”

You couldn’t form any other protests as the pleasure radiated down your legs. He was right. It just felt too good. Even when he picked you up and carried you to the bed, you didn’t resist or argue anymore. 

In the bedroom, he pulled your clothes off quickly, leaving his on. Within minutes he had your face pressed into the mattress, your ass in the air, as he fucked you roughly. 

It was hard to think when he was drilling you with his cock, stirring your guts up. All of a sudden it didn’t matter how much the concert tickets would cost. 

When he was finished, he buttoned his pants and kissed your cheek. “Hurry and get ready or we’ll be late,” he said. 

After dragging yourself out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom to clean up, you dressed in a daze, wearing the skirt he liked with a cute top. 

Outside the concert venue, the two of you walked hand in hand. People stared, probably wondering how the hell you snagged a guy like him. But Satoru never seemed to mind. He’d put his arm around your shoulders, pepper you with kisses, and seemingly show off how happy he was with you. 

Lots of people were milling about, either lined up to get in or standing in little clusters talking. It was a good half hour before sundown, on a warm and balmy evening. 

You scanned the crowd for anyone who looked like a scalper, but wasn’t having much luck. You hoped that standing there looking around wildly would identify you as an idiot who forgot to buy tickets and lure a scalper to you. 

Luckily, a young couple approached you. The man was holding two tickets in his hand. “Do you two need tickets?” he asked. 

Bracing yourself for whatever his price would be, you nodded. 

The man smiled. “Here, take ours. We left our kid with a babysitter and she just called to say he fell off his bike and hurt his ankle. We have to take him to the hospital.”

“Oh, I hope he’s okay,” you said as the man pushed the tickets into your hand. “I can pay you for these.”

“Thanks,” the mother replied. “But we just didn’t want the tickets to go to waste. We’re not looking to sell them. Have a good time!”

With that, the couple hurried off. You turned to Satoru, who was grinning as he said, “We lucked out, huh?”

“Yeah, we sure did.”

Now that you thought about it, things like this happened pretty often. It was like Satoru was so charming, the world simply bent to accommodate him. Of course, no one bent over for him more than you did. 

Three days later, Satoru told you out of the blue that he wanted to go out to eat dinner, and he picked the most expensive restaurant in town. 

“Don’t we need a reservation for a place like that?” you asked, hoping you’d found a reason he couldn’t argue with. 

He was grinning, of course, which was your first sign that the evening was going to go exactly as he wanted. “I just called them,” he said. “They had a cancellation tonight so I snagged it!”

Oh. So he did that without talking to you about it first. You looked up at him from your seat on the couch. “Are you paying?”

He swooped down and sat beside you. “Baby, you know I don’t have a job right now. How could I afford a place like that?”

Filled with sudden irritation, you narrowed your eyes. “You think I can afford it? On my boring office job salary?”

He drew back as if you’d slapped him. “You think I’m just a bum, huh?” he said dramatically. “The only job I was ever any good at was being a Host. I guess I could just go back there.”

With a performative sigh he stood up. You put your hand on his arm to stop him. “Wait. I don’t think you’re a bum,” you told him, angry at yourself for giving in so easily. “I just think we should be more careful with our spending. That’s all.”

You hated that he had this power over you, and you hated that you were so terrified of losing him. You often wondered what would happen if you called his bluff, if you stopped paying for stuff and told him to just go back to the club. But the fear of it actually happening scared you into compliance. 

He sat back down beside you. “Okay, we’ll be careful starting tomorrow. I promise. But tonight, I already got that reservation, so let’s just go, okay?”

“Satoru-“

He leaned over and kissed you, silencing any point you were going to make. His lips engulfed yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. His hands maneuvered you onto your back on the couch and then began pulling up your shirt before sliding under your bra. 

Your hands weakly pushed back against him, even though your body was already getting riled up. “W-wait…”

He paused and pulled back, one hand still on your breast. “What is it?”

You wanted to scream, “You always do this! You’re always distracting me!” But you couldn’t form the words. He was unzipping his jacket, revealing the tight, form fitting T-shirt beneath. With his free hand he pulled the shirt up to show off his toned abs and thin white happy trail. 

You dropped your hands back down. Any desire to resist completely left your mind the moment he lifted that shirt. An unbelievably hot guy wanted to touch you. How could you possibly turn him down?

He leaned down, his soft hair falling over one beautiful blue eye. “Everything alright, baby?”

“Yeah,” you answered, your brain already turning to soup. 

“Then relax and be a good girl for me,”he said, before sliding your pants down your hips and off your legs. By the time he peeled your panties off, you were already pawing at his shirt, desperately wanting it gone. 

He laughed as he pulled the T-shirt over his head, knowing exactly how weak he made you. Then he scooted to the end of the couch, shoved your legs apart, and buried his face in your pussy. 

Satoru had never been a gentle lover. There was always a rough, but urgent and passionate, edge to everything he did. Even the way he ate you out had a primal feel to it. But that’s what made your legs tremble, what made you cry out and arch your back. His lips suctioned you clit, his teeth grazed it, and his tongue damn near hollowed you out. 

You came within seconds, jerking on the couch as you gripped the cushions. When he looked up at you, his face glistened from nose to chin. He licked his lips and wiped his face with the back of his hand before suddenly pushing your knees up to your chest, spreading you widely open, and shoving his entire cock inside you. 

For several seconds, he didn’t move, just sat so deep in your pussy you thought you could see the actual shape of his monster sized dick on the outside of your stomach. You couldn’t even breathe for a moment, before he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in. 

You felt your mind going hazy. What had the two of you been talking about? Something about eating… Ah well. It didn’t matter now. All that mattered in the whole world was the cock wrecking your pussy. 

Your weak and shaky arms wrapped around his neck as your eyes glazed over. “S… Satoruuu…” you whimpered, “soooo deep!”

He grinned. “That’s right, baby. I’m real deep. You’re so cute like this! Going all dumb for me!”

Vaguely, in the back of your mind, you had the thought that you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for days after this. But it didn’t stop you from crying into his shoulder and trying to pull him closer. Tomorrow’s you could deal with the consequences. Today’s you wanted to get absolutely ruined. 

He had you folded in half, your feet sticking up in the air. An obscene squelching sound was all you could hear as he straightened up, causing your arms to slip off his neck and fall uselessly by your sides. From this position, he could look down at you and watch as you came unraveled, could smile smugly as your eyes turned glassy and wet, your mouth slipping open to whine out his name. 

God, he looked so good above you. Hair messy, sweat sliding down his torso, eyes practically glowing with feral lust, big strong hands gripping your legs, holding them up and apart so he could watch his cock disappear into your drenched pussy with each thrust. 

You were so close you could taste it. Satoru could tell, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. He seemed to love watching you cum, the satisfaction clear on his face. He was proud of his ability to fuck you so thoroughly. Was it just his own narcissism? The strokes to his ego? Probably. You couldn’t imagine that he simply enjoyed making you feel good. 

Finally you climaxed, clenching him tightly and grabbing his shoulders with trembling, clinging hands. He fucked you through it, reaching down to rub your head affectionately. “There you go… there’s my little fucked out cutie!”

You barely registered his words. Instead you were zoning out, babbling and whimpering. He continued pounding into you for several more minutes, showing off his stamina, before he plunged all the way in and released. You felt his hot cum shooting out inside you, and that’s the last thing you remembered. 

When you woke up, Satoru was stepping into the room freshly showered. You realized you were lying in your bed with a blanket over you. He must have carried you there from the couch. 

He bent down and kissed your cheek. “Sleeping beauty finally waking up?” he asked. 

You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes. “What time is it?”

He smiled. “Time to get ready. We have an hour before the reservation.”

Oh yeah. You’d almost forgotten about that. Deciding to just go along with him again instead of arguing, you climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. You were sore and bruised, but you felt strangely content. 

Later, when you arrived at the restaurant, Satoru checked in. He kept his arm around you as the two of you followed an employee to your designated table. 

It was fancy, of course. Classy. Lit candles. White tablecloths. Soft lighting and subtle music. You opened the menu and winced at the prices. They were ridiculously exorbitant. 

Satoru paid them no mind. He decided on something high end and then had the nerve to say, “You should go all out and get something good!”

“Actually I thought I’d just get a dessert,” you said, noticing that they were much cheaper than entrees. 

Satoru looked genuinely hurt. “Babe, come on. I won’t be able to enjoy my meal if you’re sitting there with a brownie. Live a little!”

With a dejected sigh you went along with him, like always. You ordered a meal that looked good, ignoring the price. Satoru agreed to sharing a dessert with you later. 

Dinner was fabulous, with delicious food and a rich atmosphere that made you feel like royalty. For a little while, you even forgot about the damage it would all do to your bank account. 

However, reality came crashing back down when it came time to pay. As the waiter laid the check on the table, you pulled a credit card from your clutch bag. 

“Oh, that won’t be necessary, miss.”

You looked up. “Excuse me?”

The waiter smiled pleasantly. “The people who sat at this table before you ‘paid it forward’. Your bill has been covered.”

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. “Is this a joke?”

The waiter shook his head. “Not at all, miss. This happens surprisingly often.”

Somewhat dumbfounded, you still hold out the credit card. “The tip-“

“Is also taken care of,” the waiter said. “Quite generously, I might add.”

After he walked away, you looked across the table at Satoru, who looked like he’d just won a bet. You couldn’t fight the smile spreading over your own face. “What are you, a lucky charm?” you ask him. 

“Maybe,” he says, grinning. “Or maybe you’re the lucky charm.”

“I doubt it. Stuff like this never happened until I met you.”

After returning to your apartment, Satoru went to bed early while you sat on the couch, laptop open, going over some files you wanted to finish for work. You heard a chime that you recognized as being from Satoru’s phone. You felt around in the couch cushions until you found it. 

There, on the lit up Lock Screen, you saw a notification from the restaurant you visited earlier. The message said, “Thank you again for your patronage. We look forward to serving you again in the future!”

It seemed like a strange message. The two of you ate for free, so why would they be thanking Satoru?

Early in your relationship, Satoru told you he didn’t mind if you looked at his phone. He probably only said it because he figured you never would. Snooping just wasn’t your thing. And indeed you’d never even considered looking through it. But now? This message was just too strange. 

And hey, you did technically have permission. 

You tried to open the phone but it needed his passcode. You tried his birthday, but no luck. On a whim, you tried your own birthday. The phone opened. 

Huh. 

Quickly opening the message from the restaurant, you found a whole conversation between Satoru and whoever this man at the restaurant was. In it, you read that Satoru contacted them ahead of time and arranged to pay for everything. 

Oh. 

You scroll down a bit and find a string of messages between Satoru and the “couple” who gave you the concert tickets. They were actually two single acquaintances of his that he hired to pretend to give up their tickets. 

There were several more conversations with people you thought had given you things for free, but Satoru actually paid for them. 

What the hell? Why was he doing this? Nothing made any sense. 

But then you clicked on the message string between him and his best friend Suguru. You scrolled back quickly to find any mention of you. It didn’t take long. 

“Still pretending to be broke?” Suguru had asked. 

Satoru responded with laughing emojis. “Yep!”

“You’re gonna get dumped.”

“Nah. She’s crazy about me.”

“Not after she finds out the truth.”

“That I’ve been paying for almost everything? Why would she be mad about that?”

“Because you’re lying?”

“I can’t help it,” Satoru texted back. “She’s just so cute when she gets all flustered and upset. Besides, it’s fun to see just how much I can get her to agree to spend on me. The thrill is in the challenge!”

“You’re the worst.”

“Hey, as soon as I’m done playing this game I’ll come clean. Then I’ll spoil her rotten to make up for it! And anyway I make sure my baby is fully satisfied. Trust me.”

You very nearly threw the phone across the room from sheer embarrassment. But you were also angry. How dare he! He’d been lying to you all along! And all for some sick mind game! 

But after taking a few deep breaths and calming down, you reread some of the messages and thought harder about the situation. Sure, Satoru was lying, but there didn’t seem to be any malice behind the lies. And he actually was paying for all kinds of things for you. 

The longer you thought about it, the less angry you were. You picked up his phone and deleted the most recent message from the restaurant, so he wouldn’t notice a message that had already been opened. You decided this would be your little secret. You could still pretend to complain about his spending before eventually giving in. 

After all, you got the best fucking of your life when Satoru was trying to convince you to pay for something. Why ruin a good thing? 

And not the cute, fluffy kind the boy down gravel road had. 

A werewolf pup. Somewhere between human and wolf, caught between two different forms and completely, totally feral. With scraggly pink fur and searing red eyes, barking out a low growl at you as he struggled to get out of your trap. There was…something in there with him. A small animal you must’ve snagged before he tried to steal it, only tufts of brown and orange left of it and bits of bone. 

But when you looked back at his face, the shape of his quivering mouth and the way his eyes widened with pure panic, you couldn’t help but feel awful for him. He was even smaller than you, scrawny and starving, his fingers trembling as he fought to break free. 

“It’s okay,” you tried to soothe him, swallowing hard to quell your own fear. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

You pulled out your knife, moving slowly to not scare him as you showed him the blade. From what you’d pieced together from your parents late-night hushed conversations over the town’s werewolf problem, they were intelligent. Had families too. Made their homes in caves rather than out of wood and stone. 

Was he your age? Maybe a year younger? 

Did he have parents out there waiting for him to return to them like yours were? 

“I’m just going to cut you free,” you half-whispered, careful to keep your tone even as you started to dismantle your own handiwork. 

You didn’t know if he could understand you. 

But his growling had turned into low huffs. 

If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think he was impatient.

You worked faster, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you nervously stole glances back at the pup, hesitant to even think of him as a beast when he was so…scraggly? You’d always thought werewolves were vicious, too smart to get caught by a silly contraption like yours, strong enough to bust their way out of it if they did. 

“Okay, there you-” 

You didn’t even get to finish your sentence, the second he’d been released, that scraggly body of his was launching off the ground – and on top of you. Knocking you onto your back, all the air forced out of you as you let out a sharp gasp, trying to shove him off only to get the knife knocked out of your hand. 

And your wrists pinned by your head just a moment later, his claws digging into your skin as his iron grip bit into your bones. 

You were sobbing before he had even leaned in a little, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you squirmed and attempted to roll out from underneath him. “Pl-please don’t hurt me, I-I-” 

Blubbering like a baby, shaking your head desperately as fear struck a dagger of its own straight through your core, primal terror setting in as you began to sweat. Your whole face felt wet, your lip wobbling as you tried to stammer out another desperate plea for your life, as you realized what a moron you were for having pity for him. 

Starving dogs would always bite. 

He was growling, barring sharp teeth as his canines glinted in the afternoon light, ready to sink into your throat and tear it out. You had a momentary surge of strength at the thought you really might die, managing to almost wrestle free as you screamed for your family, one hand slipping out of his grasp only for him to lunge forward, his teeth sinking into your wrist to stop you as a flash of white hot pain shot up your arm and-

Stopped? 

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, squinting almost accusingly before the hurt morphed into a relaxing tingle, like your body was being bathed in warmth, shivering at the strange connection in his locked stare. All the apprehension disappearing, your anxieties melting as if you weren’t in danger, as if you weren’t surely seconds from death. 

And then he was letting go, recoiling away from you like he tasted something rotten, nose scrunched up before he started to sniff the air. 

Blood was dripping down your wrist, leaving red splotches on the plants beneath you as you scooted backwards, breathing hard and heavy as you debated on trying to make a run for it now, weighing the risk of if he’d pounce again. Feeling for where the knife landed, unable to bring yourself to break eye contact with him. 

His mouth opened again, not in a snarl this time, but before he could bark or speak, there was the rustle of branches behind you, your parents calling out your name with worry in their voices. You glanced over your shoulder, just for a moment, but by the time you looked back, he was gone. 

Disappeared deeper into the forest, into the safety of the thick brush. 

Leaving you with a wounded wrist and a funny flutter in your chest as you stumbled to your feet after grabbing the knife, stumbling back towards the sound of your parents shouting for you. 

You made it out of the woods with your life. 

A story that got you scolded for years to come too, not to mention a scar that made the townsfolk sneer at you for doing something so foolish. 

And a werewolf who just wouldn’t stop coming around. 

Although, it had taken you until your teenage years to figure out that you were being stalked by the creature you made the mistake of saving as a child. You found his fur on your family’s porch, tufts of pink left behind in the mornings your family never seemed to notice. Scratch marks etched against the walls, grooves left in the wood from claws that were meant for slicing through flesh. 

You caught glimpses of him. Sporadic at first, spread out between months and weeks. A flash of sharp teeth through the treeline. A phantom stare that seemed to constantly trail after you as you carefully kept your distance from the forest during the days while you tended to the farm. Hair pretty much perpetually raised on the back of your neck as you pretended you didn’t feel like you were being watched the second you walked outside. 

The livestock had stopped disappearing, at least. 

No more waking up to missing chickens or goats left with gashes strewn across the yard. 

Your parents thought that all the werewolves in the area had moved somewhere else. Retreated deeper into the woods or somehow all slaughtered each other, victim to their own instincts, their own aggression. 

You knew better. Kept waiting for the beast lurking and lingering around to…well, do something. 

Not just watch. 

You wondered if he was hoping for your guard to slip. If maybe he liked to play with his food before he scarfed it down. 

Every time you’d step foot into the forest, he would seemingly be there. One hand on a silver dagger, not that you thought it would be much use if he’d been able to pin you down back when you were still bigger than him, especially now that he had a massive frame that lumbered between the trees, too big to be stealthy if he tried. Yet, not a single other person had seen him. 

But you didn’t really have a choice. Someone had to collect herbs, had to get fresh water from the river, had to bring back branches and berries. 

And no one believed your stories of the pink werewolf who just stood there and stared without ever attacking. 

Everyone in town thought you were just a crybaby who called wolf. 

“Stop staring and hang those clothes up,” your mother huffed, an elbow digging into your side snapping you out of your daze. Daydreaming about a world where they all listened to you instead of ignoring every word that left your mouth. “The neighbor’s boy will be by soon.” 

Of course. 

You wouldn’t be their problem much longer anyway. 

Soon you’d be married off, sent to be the bride of the farmer’s eldest son next door. Most people married their daughters off the second they came of age, became adults who were too much of a burden to keep around, but your reputation had bought you a couple extra years. 

No one wanted to wed a woman who weeped about creatures the rest of the folk were desperate to forget about. 

Except for the boy with the bad temper you whispered to through the fence. 

You had only started speaking to him a handful of months ago, back when you were hanging the sheets on the line and overheard a rustling sound through the rotting wooden planks separating your family’s land from the neighbor’s. 

“Hello?” You called out, glancing over your shoulder anxiously, picturing a mass of pink on the other side. Considering the chance that you had gone crazy, cringing as you realized your paranoid mind might just be playing a trick on you. “Is someone-”

“Hello?” A man’s voice had echoed yours, equally uncertain. It came out all gruff, like someone was dragging a wooden rake over gravel, a rough rumble to it you automatically liked. 

He didn’t try to sound smooth or honeyed. No pretending, nothing pretty or pompous. 

And more important than anything else, real. 

“Oh, um, my apologies,” you awkwardly cleared your throat, not sure what to say to him, belatedly realizing it had to be the boy your parents kept bringing up as a potential marriage prospect for you. “I just heard a noise and-” 

“Did I scare you?” 

“A little,” you admitted, laughing it off as you stared at the wood blocking him from your sight. “There’s a werewolf that roams around here.” 

You waited for him to mock you for suggesting it. To dismiss your claim the same way everyone else did. 

“Oh?” 

He didn’t. 

You informed your mother that night you wouldn’t mind marrying him after all. 

And before long, you were confiding in him about everything. Sitting by the fence whether the weather was warm or cold, picking flowers while you poured out the years you’d spent looking over your shoulder, scared that you wouldn’t make it through another season. 

He never told you your suspicions were stupid. 

But he did tell you that if the werewolf hadn’t attacked you yet, there might be another reason it was there. Suggested one drizzly day that the object of your fear might actually be protecting you, that he could’ve scared off all the others that used to wreak havoc on your family’s farm. 

You had never considered it before him. 

But he made a point you were doing your best to talk yourself into believing. 

It had helped calm some of your nerves. Turn your nightmares into something more…managable. They weren’t scary anymore, just, well, strange. 

Your werewolf was still there. 

But your body no longer tensed with terror when he came close and crouched low. Your heart still thrummed, pounding against your chest as you reached out a hand, but the beast who occupied so much of your brain had begun to let you pet him in the scenes it conjured up. Stroking his surprisingly soft fur as his mouth parted to purr, sharp teeth hidden behind his curled-up lips. 

You had told your future fiancé about it, excitedly recounting the details as he gruffly hummed along. You asked about his dreams too, tried to return the favor he’d done you by easing your fears by getting to know him.  

But he avoided that altogether, always redirecting the conversation back to your day. What you had for breakfast or what chores your family would be making you do later. 

He didn’t flirt, never made any kind of crude suggestions of sneaking over the fence to spend the night — despite the rather unsavory reputation you heard he had around your village. 

When you got close, your knees pressed to your chest while you rested your cheek against the wood, sometimes you could almost swear you felt some invisible string tying you to him. A natural pull you had a hard time resisting, reluctant to ever end the conversation or step away when your heart wanted to plant itself on the spot. Fingers itching to pry apart the boards so you could see his face, touch his skin. 

You told yourself that it was a pretty fantasy.

Something your mind was weaving to keep yourself from actually going crazy from sheer loneliness. 

Despite all of your stolen conversations, the minutes you snuck away to speak to him, you had never met him in person.

Until today. 

You hurried to hang the clothes per your mother’s request, hands trembling as you worked and your head snapping over your shoulders as you hoped to hear his voice. 

“Are you there?” You called out, aware that you’d look as crazy as everyone said you were if you got caught. It was a miracle in itself that you hadn’t before now. 

But you didn’t get a reply. 

Brief disappointment burned through you, but you shut it down. 

Ignored the way it stung as you finished up, casting a wistful look back before returning to the house, stepping over trampled wild flowers and dying grass until you were climbing back up the stairs to your porch. 

Your head hanging low, mulling over what you’d actually say when you got to see him. 

“Ahem,” your mother cleared her throat, and your stare snapped up to find her waiting for you with-

Oh. 

Your shallow disappointment immediately deepened into a lake you could drown you. 

“Hi,” you breathed, struggling not to let your dismay show for the man in front of you. He wasn’t awful looking. No, he was attractive, you guessed, in his own way. 

But he didn’t fit what you had in your head. He was too…clean? Normal? 

His eyes weren’t filled with the warmth you dreamed they’d have. They were cold. Slipping over your frame cautiously, as if he was calculating what he should make of you. 

You didn’t feel that tug towards him, no spark or gravity drawing you in. You didn’t feel anything for him. 

“I’ve heard quite a bit about you,” he greeted, nodding as his stare dipped from your face to your chest. 

He didn’t even sound the same either. 

Could a piece of wood really change the quality of his voice that much? 

“I’ll leave you two to it,” your mother chirped, disappearing back inside like she wouldn’t be watching through the window. 

“You don’t have to pretend like you don’t know me,” you said once you were sure she at least wasn’t eavesdropping. Telling yourself that you were surely just overthinking everything, trying to claw back some comfort in your one safe person. “Speaking to you has often been the highlight of my days these last few months.” 

He looked at you incredulously, mouth curling up in a sneer you’d seen so many times before. 

It was the one you usually got in the market from the townsfolk who thought you were mad. 

The delusional farmer’s daughter. 

“We’ve never spoken before.”

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Would you be mad at him for murdering your fiancé? 

Sukuna mused on how hard it would be to catch that imbecile off-guard and slice through his throat as the idiot scoffed and sneered at you. 

He always knew it was a matter of time before you figured out your future groom wasn’t the man on the other side of the fence. 

But he thought he had a little more time. 

To warm you up a little more on the whole werewolf thing. 

He heard the fear in your voice when you first talked about the pink beast stalking you through the woods without realizing it was the creature you were so terrified of that you were crying to. 

It wasn’t like he wanted you to think he was a fucking creep. 

But the longer he stayed away, the harder he fought and resisted the bond tying you to him, the more of a monster he became. Slowly becoming more animalistic, giving into the primal parts of him, pain scorching through every muscle and limb and threatening to melt his mind when he strayed too far from your side. 

Werewolves needed their mates. 

And you were his. 

Bonded from the moment he bit you, his heart claimed to only beat for you from that day forward. Most werewolves had packs to keep them sane. Families they counted on to maintain their control on the monstrous parts of them that would go unchecked without that connection.

He had been an orphan. An abandoned pup who figured out how to survive on his own. 

Lone werewolves, the ones like him, eventually became more wolf than man if they never found their other half to hold onto. Too aggressive to ever come close to someone that could tame them. 

Sukuna had learned to make due with what he had. 

You’d gotten good at avoiding him, running from him the second you caught so much as a glimpse, which honestly, was rather rude if you asked him. 

Forced to creep up to your house at night, prowling around your porch to protect your farm from any other predators that might come sniffing around. Sleeping beneath your window at night just so he could stave off transforming into more of a beast, telling himself that he wasn’t being weird as long as he didn’t peek through to watch you dream and drift off in your bed. 

He only ended up talking to you through the fence out of impulse. 

Creeping along the other side of it to stay close to you and keep his instincts at bay, knowing those morons next door barely tended to their fields enough to notice him even during the day, caught off guard by the sound of your pretty voice calling out to him. 

A single conversation was enough to have him hooked though. 

And he was nothing if not addicted to the tiniest tidbits of your attention. 

Desperate to feel the faintest warmth of your affection.

Sometimes, he was tempted to burst through the rotting wood, rip the whole fence down until he was face-to-face with you, shake your shoulders and beg you to see that it was him, that every part of him belonged to you. 

Humans didn’t feel the bond the same way werewolves did, but he wanted to believe you could sense it too. 

You had kept coming back. 

And now you were standing on your front porch, frozen with a different type of fear that he could feel from here. 

Your emotions seeping into his, curdling with his own shame for screwing everything up with you from the start. 

He couldn’t hear what you were saying, but he could tell you were stammering, your lips quivering just for the man in front of you to laugh. Reaching out to pat your head condescendingly before jutting a thumb back towards his own property. 

Sukuna was silently begging you to shake your head. 

To keep your feet firmly planted on your porch. 

You were too soft. Too trusting. 

The sort of girl that set him free. Let a wild wolf pup loose with no regard for your own safety. And apparently you never learned your lesson judging by the way you began following that fool back to his house. 

Clueless that his own family had conveniently left it empty for him to have his way with his future bride. 

Sukuna had listened to your complaints about the way you were treated by everyone else. How no one else ever seemed to see what you did. No one else cared to believe you when it was more convenient not to. 

You had trusted him. 

And now you were putting this faith in that man because he hadn’t told you the truth? 

Sukuna knew what would happen if he let you go inside with him, snarling as his claws started to grow, the bones in his fists cracking and popping as they formed a fist, creeping just deep enough to not be spotted as he trailed after the two of you until you crossed over onto his property. 

He kept hoping you’d turn around. Tell him that you weren’t sure this was a good idea. 

But you didn’t. 

Even if the look on your face was nothing short of sharp discomfort as you walked up a winding path to his house. 

Shit.

Sukuna was really going to scare you this time, wasn’t he? 

But he wasn’t just going to let you stay there alone with an even bigger predator. 

One who wouldn’t hesitate to bruise your skin or make you bleed for his own pleasure. 

He stepped out, his canines barred as his chest quickly began to rise and fall with heavy breaths, aware that there really might be no going back from this as he waited for just one of you to look back. But no, that asshole just slid his hand down the small of your back, attempting to grope your ass through your dress and ignoring the way you were recoiling from him as you tried to politely brush his arm off. 

Rage ripped through him in one hot burst, spilling over and souring any chance of his sanity winning out. Only half-monster this time, pink fur sticking out across his back as he lumbered forward. He didn’t have a real plan. Or any plan. 

Just the deep-seeded instinct to protect you at any cost. To not let another man lay a finger on you.  

Your husband-to-be never saw him coming. 

Blood splattering across the grass as he hit the ground from just a shallow scratch, whining in pain like a baby before Sukuna delivered a swift kick to his skull. 

It wasn’t particularly powerful, but he supposed humans really were just that much weaker given how fast it seemed to knock him out. 

“Sorry,” he growled, glancing over to you, expecting you to scream at any second, give him away. But you were stuck in place, those big eyes that had haunted him in his memory for so long finally locked onto his. More tears welling up in them, your shoulders shivering as the explanation on his tongue died. 

Your hand reflexively reached for your wrist, the scarred skin there still raised from where he’d clamped down on it as a child, and he flinched, guilt curdling in his stomach. 

He hated that he hurt you. Hated that he was terrifying you now. 

The bond burned, being so goddamn close to you, able to feel all your fear, all your messy emotions tangled and twisted together, your heart racing so fast he could hear the wild thumps as he tried to force his body to revert back to his most human form. 

“He was going to hurt you,” Sukuna defended himself with a low growl, kicking his limp body on the ground for a second time, like it would make himself feel better. A man like that would only waste your life. Force you to work the fields for him, bear his children and still pretend you were the burden. 

You blinked, sucking in a broken breath as you stared at him. The terror that had been radiating off of you fading faster than he expected as your pretty lips parted, as if you pieced together the rest of who he was on your own. 

“You’re-” You started, unable to finish the sentence. 

“I’m protecting you,” he grunted, before you could come to any other conclusion. 

You’d given him this life. He was devoting it back to you. 

“Why would you do that?” You whispered, unsure of whether or not to stay or sprint as far from him as you could. Your stare quickly shifted back to the body on the ground, biting your lip when you realized he was, unfortunately, still breathing. 

“You’re my mate.” 

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The werewolf you’d spent well over a decade running from had declared you were his mate – and the man you thought you’d marry was bleeding in the grass. 

Great. 

You were blinking back tears, torn between twisting away and taking a step closer. Your blurred vision started to clear as you hastily wiped away the damp streak from your cheeks, starting to see the werewolf in front of you as what he might have been this whole time. 

Your protector. 

Were you a moron that misread everything? 

Maybe. 

Or were you once again a fool about to fall for his trap? 

He’d done it to you before, hadn’t he? 

A small voice in your head suggested that you were thinking about it wrong. You had set him free. And now he was repaying that favor by saving you from spending the rest of your years chained to a stranger.

“What did you mean about him hurting me?” You tentatively asked, jaw tensing as you stole another peek at the man bleeding onto the already dead grass. 

“You’re not that naive,” he scoffed, his mouth twitching when he looked too like he was tempted to kick him a third time. 

Your mouth pressed together in a thin line, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you replayed the way he tried to grab you despite how derisively he laughed at you before. How he commented that he didn’t really care if you were crazy before glancing down at your cleavage. 

But you had still walked with him anyway, starting to think that maybe you were losing it, that you were simply so lonely, you’d made up all those long conversations. Convinced that some jerk who just wanted you for your body was the best you’d be able to get. 

“So it was you? This whole time?” You asked, trying to make the pieces fit together in your mind as you pictured him on the other side of that fence. Listening to you complain about him. “You never said-” 

“Can you blame me?” He grunted, shrugging his massive shoulders up like it didn’t bother him.

“I called you a creep, like, a thousand times,” you pointed out, bottom lip quivering as you found yourself teetering on the verge of an apology you couldn’t decide if he deserved or not. 

“Yeah,” he grimaced. “If I stay too far away from you, it’s hard to stay human.” 

Your heart lurched. 

Eyes lingering over him as you realized that he could almost pass for human. 

Disarmed by how different he looked up close. His broad chest outlined with defined muscles, bulky and thick with scars and markings crisscrossed and etched deep into his tanned skin. There were sparse spots of fur that appeared to almost…shrink the longer he stood in front of you. 

And not a scrap of clothing to cover his rather large cock. 

You’d never seen one in person before. But you had overheard some of the girls gossiping about the men they were seeing in the market, comparing sizes to fruits and giggling about how they rarely seemed to make good use of them. 

Were werewolves just more well endowed? 

Heat coiled in your stomach, more enthralled than you should be as you got distracted by the shape of it, the way it curved a little to the left, a thick vein running along the side of it as your breath got stuck in your throat. 

His tail wagged behind him as he stepped closer, something irritatingly familiar inside you instinctively aching to move towards him too. 

That invisible string pulling tight, tensing up at the proximity of his presence, trying to draw you into his space as you felt what little resolve you had to resist him crumbling by the second. 

You didn’t want to stay here. 

Didn’t want to spend your life as the wife to an asshole or be the disappointment of a daughter your family treated you like. 

You were already an outsider in your own village. 

Why not give being a werewolf’s mate a try? 

It wasn’t like your situation could get much worse. 

“So,” you started, clearing your throat as you dragged your stare back up to his face. “What now?” 

“Would you run away with me?” 

In a strange way, his serious grumble felt romantic, his hand outstretched and all those sharp claws retracted waiting for yours as his red eyes pried apart and pierced through your soul. 

Somewhere deep inside you, you knew that you were never going to say no. 

That your path was always going to wind back to him one way or another the moment you slid your palm into his. 

Still, you kind of thought he’d be taking you back to some poorly-constructed hut in the forest made out of twigs and branches – not an actual cottage of his own. 

Buried deep within a twisted grove of trees tightly-spaced, tucked away far enough you doubted any hunters or folk from your village would ever discover it on their own. 

It was old, vines sprawling over the walls, the thatched roof freshly-repaired as he pulled you through the front door. The inside was nice, a little small, but comfortable. Furniture mix-matched, most of it either roughly handcrafted or well, stolen, you supposed. 

“This is yours?” You asked, stepping inside as he shut the wooden door behind both of you. Slipping off your shoes, not sure if that was considered polite or not in werewolf culture. 

“Uh-huh,” he wryly nodded, not even glancing around when his gaze was focused solely on you. Looking at you sort of like you might be his next meal. “

“And I’m your mate?” You continued, mostly just wanting to hear him say it again. Confirm whatever this funny feeling inside you was. The connection that seemed to just intensify with each passing breath, each step he took closer. 

“You’re mine,” he murmured, bridging the distance in just two long strides. He didn’t touch you. Not yet. Just let his calloused palm hover above your cheek like he was considering it – and using every ounce of his restraint not to cave in and caress you. “And I’m yours.” 

“Do you want to be?” You swallowed hard, finding it hard to hold yourself back too. To not feel how firm his chest was, to not skim your fingers over his defined jaw. “Or is it just part of your werewolf-” 

“I want to be,” he shook his head, like he didn’t even want you to entertain any other idea. “I want you. I think I’d want you even if we weren’t bonded.” 

Enough to sit there and resist the bond between you for months while you whined and whispered about your boring life. 

Enough to stop you from being sent off in an arranged marriage. 

You got up on your tiptoes, letting your fingertips ghost over his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his in a timid kiss.

It was meant to be soft and slow. 

But the second your mouth connected with his, it was like someone had set your skin on fire. Pleasure you hadn’t planned on racing through your limbs, across your body in one massive rush. Shuddering at how sensitive everything abruptly was, abruptly aware of the breeze in the air, the pressure of his hand as he grabbed your waist and pressed your body up against his. 

As if it hurt for there to even be an inch between his chest and yours. 

His tongue danced across your bottom lip, asking for entry you quickly granted, exploring your mouth with a flattering fervor. 

Your thighs were already pressing together, warmth pooling as your walls clenched around nothing. But in between the heat, you felt a funny throb starting to build, begging for attention. 

“W-what’s your name?” You asked, belatedly realizing you still didn’t know it. 

“Sukuna,” he muttered, fingers sliding around to splay possessively over your spine, his steps guiding you back as he kissed you again. 

His tongue slipped back in your mouth as his hand travelled over the rough fabric of your dress, pausing to tch at how it rubbed against your skin. 

Sukuna was quick to pull it up over your head, throwing it down on the creaky wooden floorboards as he pushed open the door to his bedroom. 

You had a brief flash of contemplation, wondering whether or not you were really about to offer your virtue up to the beast that had been haunting you for well over half your life. 

But then you gave him another onceover, felt that fierce tingle travelling straight to your core, and you were committing to the animal inside you too. 

He pinned you to his bed in a flash, although it looked more like a nest. A few of your clothing items, shawls and dresses that had gone missing over the last couple years you assumed your mother had thrown out were all bundled up on the surface along with a tattered blanket, the warmth of his own scent mixed with your sweeter one striking you the second your back hit the thin mattress. 

“Are those-” Your voice died in your throat at how alarmingly cute the sheepish expression that crossed his face was. 

“I’m sorry,” he begrudgingly grunted an apology, jaw tense as he paused on top of you, his hands on either side of your head, hesitating like you might slip out and make a break for it. 

“What else did you steal?” You tried to tease, fingers loosely running over your old shawl close by.

“Nothing,” he grunted, not particularly believable as your lips curled up in a smile. 

Was it morally questionable? 

Yes, but when you’d wasted so long thinking that no one would ever like you, finding a man obsessed with you was too intoxicating for you to second guess it. 

You leaned forward and kissed him again, trying to match the frenzy behind his lips, a fever of your own starting to make all your thoughts feel loose, fuzzy. 

Limbs relaxing as your cunt started to ache, your fingers brushing through his soft hair, feeling his furry ears as his tail thwomped against the bed fast. 

His cock was digging into your thigh, throbbing and twitching with every little move you made. 

“You smell so fucking good,” he groaned, moving down to leave a messy trail of kisses down your jaw, over your throat as he began to sniff you. 

Sucking in deep inhales, grunting as he ran his tongue in sloppy circles over your nipples, lapping over your exposed skin with no real rhyme or reason. Skimming his teeth over the sensitive peaks, letting out lewd noises like he was the one being driven mad with his mouth. 

Nipping at you lightly, travelling lower until he was hovering over your pussy. 

“Jus’ need a taste,” he breathed, and before you could even fully spread your legs for him, his tongue was pushing inside you. 

It felt like he was trying to devour you. 

Lick up every single drop, dragging his tongue against your walls in messy strokes, dipping in-and-out at a mind-melting pace. 

Nails clawing at anything on his bed for grip, gasping for air as he lifted your hips off the bed so he could dive even deeper. 

None of the girls had ever talked about this. 

His thick digits were digging deep into your thighs, keeping you there as he worked his tongue in and swirled it with a devotion you were struggling to handle. 

You were losing it. 

Unravelling at a rate you never expected, wiggling and whimpering at how good it felt. How right it was to run your fingers through his soft strands. 

And despite it all, you were still greedy for more. 

Aching for him to stuff you with something bigger than his tongue. 

“P-please take me,” you whined, ruffling his hair as you peered down at his position between your soft thighs. 

His dark eyes widened, pupils completely blown, just a thin ring of red left as he processed what you had said. 

You didn’t take it back. 

Lips parted as you sucked in a shallow breath, silently daring him to do it. 

Before you blinked again, your thighs were being pressed up against your chest, squished and squeezed as he lined his leaking length up against your entrance. 

“Yeah?” He huffed, eyes narrowing as he saw the sweat starting to drip down your forehead, the way your thighs tensed and trembled before he even slid in. “You want me too?” “I do,” you nodded, feeling almost like you were making a vow you wouldn’t be able to take back as he pushed the first few inches in.

The pressure seared. 

Your stomach twisting into knots as your walls desperately squeezed down around him. He had to go slow, not desperately rutting or shoving, just slowly sliding into your warmth, his saliva and your slick making it easier for him to enter. 

“You’ve been keeping this from me this long?” He asked, his voice raw and reverberating through you as you found yourself looping your wrists around his neck. Thick tendons straining and flexing as he unclenched his jaw, your thighs straining from the way his fingers dug into your supple flesh. 

“I thought you were going to eat me,” you argued, pouting as he tilted his head back, using every ounce of his focus when his cock slipped in deeper, starting to rub against all those sensitive spots you had a hard time reaching yourself. 

Your own hand was nothing compared to him. 

“I might,” he chuckled, low and gritty. 

Tension thrumming thick in the air as you looked down and realized he still hadn’t bottomed out, your lips parting as you stared at the connection between your bodies. 

That intoxicating tingle you’d felt when he kissed you back had returned, your body squeezing and clenching and…changing? 

It finally struck you what was happening. 

His cock was literally molding you around him. 

The bond working its weird werewolf magic to make sure you’d be able to accommodate him not just comfortably, but pleasurably. So you wouldn’t be in pain as he pushed you to your limits. 

“Is this normal?” You gasped, not sure if you should be grateful or freaked out as he slipped another thick inch in. 

“You’re my first,” he shrugged, the lump in his throat bobbing like he was currently too preoccupied just by the way you were wrapped around him to think straight. 

“And werewolves don’t have multiple mates?” You questioned, lips pursed as you felt his cock prod that soft, spongy place in the back, your back arching up off the bed just for him to press you right back down. 

“You can’t be serious right now,” he froze, his cock twitching in time with his mouth. 

“I’m just asking,” you frowned, but he was quick to fuck your pout off, pounding back into you as you saw something in his face shift. 

Crack. 

Coming undone as he struggled to slow down once he started, his pace just picking up as he kissed you to wipe away your silly assumptions. 

“You’re it for me, got it?” He grunted, the taste of you on his tongue as he kissed you again. 

How were you supposed to not fall for that? 

Not turn to putty for him to play with when his calloused hand slipped down the inside of your thigh, the tantalizing tips of his claws lightly tracing over your skin to tease you. Swirling the tip of his fingers over your clit, toying with the bud there too as he ruthlessly rutted into you like an animal in heat. 

Was that all the two of you were now? 

“M’sorry,” he moaned, his mouth right next to yours as you sucked in a broken breath. “I can’t hold back.” 

“You don’t have to,” you whispered back, your voice all airy, half a pitch too high right as he rolled his hips forward, forcing the last few inches in. Your eyes rolled back in response, a whimper ripped from the back of your throat. 

Perhaps you should’ve asked Sukuna to reign it in a little. 

Because moments later, the base of his cock that already barely fit started to get bigger. 

He was knotting you. 

And somewhere in your lust-addled head, you liked it. A primal voice in the back of your brain begging to be bred. 

For him to fill you up and never let you go. 

“It’s-” You started, struggling to get any coherent words out when it didn’t feel like you had any room left in you for anything.

“Too much?” He grunted, starting to slip back out, to release you before it was too late. 

But you pulled at his hair, squeezing your thighs and sorta wishing they were wrapped around his waist instead to stop him. 

“No,” you spat out, straining to shake your head as he stalled there. “I need it.” 

You needed him. 

The idea of being apart, separated just a little suddenly seemed hellish, like it would be sheer torment to not feel the full force of him lodged inside of you. 

His knot stretched you out, your nails raking mean scratches down his massive back as the base of his cock continued to swell. Unable to so much as squirm, stuck in place as he split you open on his thick length. 

And truly? You wouldn’t trade him for any farmer’s son. 

Wouldn’t want to be anywhere other than here, in this cozy cottage being fucked stupid by a werewolf. 

He might be a beast, but at least he was wholly yours. 

His fingers returned to rubbing soothing circles over your swollen bud, coaxing you towards a climax as he staved off his own. Lips leaving kiss after kiss across your face, your thighs still held against your chest by his weight alone, folded and straining as he fit all of him inside of you. 

“You don’t know how crazy you make me,” he growled into your throat, and you were starting to think you had an idea. 

Infected with his intensity, itching for release as he dragged you to higher and higher peaks of pleasure. 

Sukuna rocked into you hard and fast, those pointy teeth sinking just above your collarbone to claim you, hard enough that you were sure you’d bleed, but it just heightened the bliss still burning beneath your skin. Unlatching just to drag his tongue over it in warm licks, his sniffing not stopping even as he sucked and kissed the sore spot better. 

“Make me wanna put pups in you,” he continued, half-delirious and drunk on you alone as his hips smacked rudely into your skin. 

“Do it then,” you half-whispered, so close yourself as his thumb pressed down delectably over your clit, the thin string in the pit of your stomach holding you together ready to snap right there with him. 

Sukuna’s head snapped up to you for just a second, the fading light of the day casting shadows across his face as he let out a ragged little laugh like you didn’t know what you were requesting of him. 

He looked softer somehow, shoulders more relaxed, his thrusts slowing as he stared, becoming more steady as you felt blinding need warping what little sense of reason you had remaining. 

You were digging at his shoulder blades, thighs trembling as you leaned up to kiss his throat this time, craving even more of him. Tearing at his skin as you started sucking on his collarbone, leaving lovebites that made him grit his teeth and groan your name while he fought the parts of him that made him so different from you to start with. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck,” he hissed, barely holding on as you nodded along.

His fingers roughly massaged into you faster, to make sure you came right as he did, your body shaking as you broke down for him, pretty little stars splashing across your vision as you scrunched your eyes shut and probably left a fresh set of scratches across his skin, feeling him shudder and shake on top of you as he called out your name again. 

You let out your moan, something that was supposed to sound like Sukuna but just came out strangled, too stuffed to really care about anything other than the size of him still filling you up so entirely. 

Unable to move back or forward, feeling something wet on your face as the scent of sweat and sex and something sweet invaded your senses. 

You let go of his shoulder blades, blinking a few times as you went to rest your arms over your head instead – just for him to snag your wrist and flip it around to examine the scar his old bite had left there.

“I guess I’m your problem forever now, hm?” You asked, the bond between you feeling a little less like a thin string and more like a heavy chain tying you to him. 

Unbreakable. 

“You’re not a problem,” he wryly muttered, not quite as amused as he tenderly dragged his thumb over the marred skin. “Just a brat.” 

Like he wasn’t the one whose cum was plugged up inside you thanks to his still-throbbing knot. Keeping him locked in place as you blinked up at him with damp eyes, tears of pleasure streaked down your cheeks this time.

Sukuna cleared his throat, his pretty jaw tensing as he stared down at the narrow space between your bodies.  

“So, uh, how do you feel about werepups?”

meanwhile reader’s fiancé

after experiencing many relationship failures, sukuna's in a state of having given up, managing everything alone rather smoothly. his life is well put together, if not for his stupid bodily instincts and hormones that keep tripping him up. it's the only reason he ever visits a doctor for.

"you still go through your ruts even while on your suppressants?" sukuna's doctor asks him.

sukuna is looking particularly irritable, a clear sign that his medication is not working like it's supposed to be.

"feels like i'm going crazy. making me second guess if i actually took them or not," sukuna replies, hanging his head and bouncing his leg restlessly.

his doctor sighs, like he wasn't surprised.

"you're developing resistance to the pills. it's always bound to happen - when suppressants get overused over a long period of time, the symptoms of your heat or rut start coming back, the only lasting effect is the temporary infertility that it induces. has nobody warned you about this?"

"i wouldn't be here if that were the case," his voice cuts sharp, thick with annoyance. the doctor clears his throat.

the consultation ends simply with a prescription for suppressants that are stronger in dose and amount.

"please use them sparingly. give some time in between. otherwise, there will be nothing else we can offer to relieve your rut besides castration."

sukuna grits his teeth in frustration. what's the point of having stronger pills? eventually he'll develop even more resistance against them. this is terribly unfair. his natural body is his own enemy, tormenting him unnecessarily. what is the point of all these hormones and instincts? if he could have a choice, he would have chosen to be born as a beta, living carefreely.

there isn't a single sports that sukuna isn't great at. he's cycled through all sorts of extracurricular activities that lets him sweat out his aggression and keep himself busy and tired. but physical activity sometimes makes his lust spiral out of control even more, when it comes to the quieter hours of the day.

he walks down the street with a storm cloud above his head, with people steering clear of him, his pheromones being intimidating and aggressive. in his hand, is the dainty plastic bag that contains the bottle of pills holding the stronger suppressants.

normally, people get older and their sex drive tends to lessen. it appears to be opposite for him.

whatever. let's get home and cook a big meal with the tv on. crack open an ice cold beer. he comforts himself with those plans.

and then something soft and warm wraps around his arm.

"are you free, mister? how about a good time to wind down a little?" a sweet voice offers. it's a lewdly dressed woman, promoting services in front of a brothel poorly disguised as a club.

"get lost."

he attempts to tear away from her hold, but she clutches around him again and pushes her breasts up against him this time.

"oh c'mon! don't be such a bore... just a little?"

the close contact and scent of her perfume hits him, and sukuna momentarily feels dizzy. viewing this as her chance, the lady whisks him into the building. he wouldn't have budged on a normal day, but he's in a sensitive state at the moment, like ice cream in a warm environment.

room number seven. that's all he remembers before he is practically shoved inside there, surrounded by the scent of sweat and sex. the smell is sickening, but his olfactory senses naturally seduce and rile him up - sukuna can't resist for longer, he'd already been on the edge the whole week since his rut started.

it's a small room, and there's only a wall with a hole in it, with someone clearly on the other side. it's purpose is painfully obvious.

"you lot are insane," he mutters aloud, trying to make sense of the situation all while his dick is begging to be put through that hole.

he refuses to stoop this low. just as he's about to turn and leave the place, his eyes stupidly catch sight of the person on the other side of the wall through the hole - mouth wide open and tongue let loose.

sukuna swallows thickly.

cock twitching in his pants. he's sweating, despite wearing a thin tank top and shorts. hearing his heart beat in his ears, his body and brain fighting against each other, and it looks as though his bodily impulses are about to win.

slowly, he turns back around towards that hole. it's an omega sitting there, beyond that hole. he can smell them. cussing himself out in his mind, his hands free himself while dripping precum, his cock and balls aching badly. his pride is wounded, his cheeks burn with humiliation, but his body is screaming for the need to be touched. he desperately wants someone to take this weight and burden off of his body.

it feels like it takes an eternity for him to finally let himself through to the other side. the omega didn't say a word in this silence, patiently waiting for him to make his decision.

sukuna's breathing is laboured, he's barely even thinking anymore, simply letting his lust take over the logical part of his brain. it's been a difficult week, and how many ruts has he endured alone by now? surely, this once...

even so, this is absolutely beneath him to be resorting to this. pathetic. it's stupid, stupid, stupid-!

the moment your lips wrap around his tip, his whole body jolts.

soft. wet. hot. nothing like any toy, or his own hand could replicate.

...

today, you discover that a cock can also be handsome. the moment the man on the other side revealed himself, you were staring in awe, at how perfect it looked. thick, heavy, long, with veins running up the sides. his mushroom tip, weeping with precum, practically making your mouth water, it was the first time a dick made you want to suck it so badly. it looked like it had been aching to be touched for a while now, and you felt sorry for the alpha on the other side.

when you let your lips pucker around his tip, you notice he tastes like he's good with hygiene. he smells thickly of his rut, and it's triggering your own instincts, being an omega. you want to give him your best.

your tongue flickers against his frenulum, and you listen closely to the groans and gasps on the other side. your hand inches down to your own clit.

this is the only place that gives you this kind of confidence and high, since you've also been suffering from a lackluster love life, derived from your overly introverted personality and inability to tell between a good and a bad lover. you'd been rather forcefully coerced into becoming something of a part time worker in this dodgy place, being an obviously easy target. and you've always had a difficult time saying no to people.

you're pathetic. too awkward to even stand your ground properly. but now, this place has become something like a secret haven to you. you don't have to face your partner. the wall helps you become something you never thought you'd ever be. when the person on the other side groans and cums with ease, it gives you a strange sense of confidence.

your lips glide up and down against the side of his dick, and sukuna is already damn near ready to break this wall down. he throbs strongly and you feel it on your lips, and it makes you want to tease him more. instead, you take him directly down your throat.

"oh- oh, fuck-" sukuna groans with a quiver in his voice, savouring this feeling of being wrapped completely by someone's warm fleshy throat.

you start bobbing up and down. his body naturally clings to the wall, ensuring the entirety of his dick was through the hole. his size is nothing to sneeze at, and yet here you are, swallowing him up whole like he was nothing.

his dick pulses in your throat. your pussy is wet and also aching. sukuna pants like a dog. pleasure spikes his body like electricity. whoever it is, sucking on his cock like a lollipop, is really good at this.

you give yourself a breather, releasing him from the depths of your esophagus, attaching your lips to the side instead, sliding up and down, dick already wet with your saliva. your tongue then flickers around his slit, licking away the excess production of pre-cum. and then you press tantalising kisses all around his throbbing cock. the man lets out another guttural groan, in protest of your relentlessness.

no need to sound so upset... i'll let you back inside now, you're thinking to yourself internally, smirking at his obvious desperation. this makes you wonder about the appearance of this man. is he secretly just a loser with a big dick or does he match the appearance of his handsome cock?

and then, you're taken by shock when his knot expands to the max the moment you take him down the throat again.

sukuna feels his tip hitting the back of this omega's throat with ease, and the dam in his balls open without warning. with the swell of his knot, his semen comes pouring out like a fountain. his nails claw against the wall before him, and he jolts and produces embarrassing moans from his vocal chords as he orgasms hard for the first time in a while.

you have to relax your throat to make sure you're not choking up everything he produces. even so, you're occasionally coughing some up, making it spill over through the edges of your mouth. you feel every hard throb in his dick every time it spurts another stream down inside you. you swallow around him, squeezing him lovingly, letting his cum splash down into your stomach, while your tongue slathers your saliva around his clenching balls on the outside.

sukuna heaves, a vein popped out on his forehead, he leans his head against the wall to prevent collapsing from how weak his knees feel. its not like him to be so consumed by lust, but this is on a different scale. you are sucking the soul out of him.

his hot, thick cum shoots out with every twitch, and you barely get to taste it with how deep he is lodged in your throat. at this point, you're beginning to run out of breath, so you begin to slowly slide it out. his tip escapes your lips with a loud "pop" sound, all while he's still spurting heavy ropes of cum.

you take a big breath and some of it lands on your face.

"f-fuck..." the voice beyond the wall stutters. it's all he is able to say at this point.

watching in awe, you observe his cock as it's still pulsing up and down, cumming endlessly. you wonder how this would feel inside of you.

c-can't stop... sukuna thinks to himself, gritting his teeth.

you let your tongue out, and catch the semen, before wrapping your lips around his tip again. can't get enough of him.

when it finally does stop, you see that he's still as stiff as a board. you decide to give him a bit of extra service today.

a smile on your face, you wrap your hand around him and start stroking him. you lean closer to the wall to get your mouth onto his balls, kissing and sucking them gently. your hand moves away to stop touching him, making his dick throb beautifully in the air as he helplessly tries to thrust into the wall, wanting something more.

he starts panting again, like he's running a marathon. sukuna leans his whole arm against the wall now, his other hand coming up to silence his own mouth.

your hand comes again, but this time only a fingertip, trailing it from his shaft all the way up to his tip, before it draws small gentle circles around his slit - all while you're still tonguing his balls, making his cock go crazy.

after letting your finger tease him lots, you finally release his balls from your mouth and then take him into your throat whole again. sukuna's begun to drool now, bucking his hips uncontrollably. disgraceful, but currently he's right where he wants to be. there are veins popping out of his arms and neck, the pressure building once again.

you bob him up and down your throat continuously, nose reaching all the way to his slightly unkempt, but clean bush.

it doesn't take long for his balls to begin clenching once again.

"shit-! i'm gonna-"

does he even need to say it? you can tell by the way he breathes, that he's about to cum.

this time, you do your best to keep him down until every last drop.

the heat of his seed pools in your stomach again, this time you've adjusted to his length so you don't bring any of it back up. and every time you swallow and tighten around sukuna, he gasps with that deep, gruff voice of his, which arouses you like nothing else. your hand still circling your clit, you finally give yourself a light orgasm all while his cock is still down your throat. pulsing. spilling without end.

your stomach feels mildly full now.

once you take your mouth off him, his dick is now slightly limp, as it weakly twitches in the air, but looks ultimately satisfied, completely sticky and dripping with your saliva. you give him once last kiss and make that the end of it.

sukuna understands this cue and brings his cock back through the hole and he looks down at his own utterly satisfied dick with awe, his face flushed and sweat coating his muscles. having the wall between them really makes the experience surreal. what just fucking happened?

the post nut clarity hits, and his burning humiliation returns to his senses. he'd never resorted to something like this even in the most desperate of times. he feels disgusted. he tucks himself back in and walks out of the room without looking back. forgetting to collect his little plastic bag, on the way out.

he's made to pay, and he reluctantly does so, because he did in fact, have the orgasm of his lifetime (unfortunately), and the truth makes his brows furrow and places a scowl on his face. the worker takes a good look at his now slightly disheveled hair.

"we'll see you again soon." the gall of the bastard.

sukuna paces home quick. grumbling all the way.

as soon as he gets there, he throws all his clothes off to take a shower.

to his dismay, the realisation that his cock is still damp with your saliva hits him like a powerful shock. it becomes half-hard again, but he strongly refuses to touch it. he scrubs himself clean, shutting any lustful thoughts out of his brain and heads to the kitchen to have something good to eat, before heading straight to bed.

but just because the mind is clear, doesn't mean the body listens. frustratingly enough, sukuna ends up popping a full boner in this night time silence - his bulge prodding against his boxers and the sheets.

the man sits up, unable to stand the frustration. he needs to take those suppressants now.

but when he stands up and heads over to the dining table, he realises... that he never brought that bag back with him. for a moment, sukuna stands there in silence, face in his hand, the other resting on his hip. his blood boils.

he takes the tablets that he already had at home for now. it won't do much. but somehow, better than nothing at all.

sukuna spends a very restless night.

dreaming of that hole and your wet mouth the entire six hours of sleep that he gets.

To be continued...

“You need to blow off some steam.” 

It’s a simple, offhand comment you make into the dimness of the room. The rest of the Task Force had gone home hours ago, but you and L were still working. If you were being honest, you didn’t like to go home any more; you’d seen enough horrible shit from the Kira case that you loathed being in your own head. You hid behind excuses of finishing up a project to stay later, catching a few hours of sleep on the couch here and there. 

L never seems to mind. After a while, he became accustomed to having you around in ways you noticed. He started asking you if you wanted anything before requesting desserts or coffee from Watari; you would wake up from the couch sometimes with an extra blanket on you hadn’t had before; he asked your opinion on things frequently. You’d fallen into a routine, you and L. 

Which is why when you tell him he needs to relax, instead of tuning you out, he swivels his chair around. His knees are tucked under his chin, assuming his usual position, shirt nearly drowning his skinny frame. His eyes are wide as they peer at you through locks of dark hair, and his head tilts slightly, like a curious dog. 

His voice is as neutral as it always is. “No I don’t.” 

You raise your eyebrows, putting down the papers of transactions you’ve been rifling through to turn your own chair. You prop your elbow on the desk, leaning your head against your fist as you meet his gaze. 

“Yes you do, L.” 

“I don’t need a break like most people,” he says flatly. The glow of the cluster of monitors illuminates his silhouette, making you squint to see his facial features clearly. He spins back around only to scoop up his plate of cake, then swivels back to you as he cuts off another piece. 

“Everybody needs a break,” you retort as he chews his dessert. “You’re not superhuman.” 

L blinks at you, swallowing. “My intelligence says otherwise.” 

Realizing this is obviously a lost cause, you shrug, turning back to your desk and going back to your papers. You stifle a yawn with your arm, blinking your bleary eyes at the clock on the wall. 12:30 AM. Just a few more minutes, and you’d pass out on the couch. 

You hear L turn back around and press a button, most likely beginning his footage again, and the only sounds in the room are his fork clinking against his plate and your papers rustling. It’s always a comfortable silence with the two of you; you preferred when you were alone and the rest of the force was gone. Sure, L was strange, but you’d grown used to it quickly. You enjoy that he says precisely what he thinks, and you would be lying to yourself if you said you aren’t constantly impressed with his brain. It’s fascinating watching things click and him come to a (usually correct) conclusion. 

You don’t register a button clicking or the chair squeaking from L’s direction, scrawling notes on your paper. When he speaks again, it startles you. 

“What do regular people our age do to…blow off steam?”

You glance at him before putting your papers and pen down again, turning your own chair to face him with amusement tugging at your features. You love it when he asks you questions like this, mostly because it’s so infrequent—L doesn’t need answers from anybody but himself most of the time. He’s lowered his legs now, sprawled out and laid back in his chair, his chin resting on one propped-up hand. 

“Well,” you reply, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other, “what do you do for fun?” 

“I work,” L says, completely serious. 

You scoff lightly. “That’s not fun.” 

“I enjoy it.”

“Okay,” you say, trying a different approach. “People go to the movies.” 

L tilts his head, eyes flitting past you as if in thought before landing back on yours. “Movies do not invigorate me like they would the regular person.” 

You cock an eyebrow. “Have you tried?” 

“Yes. What else?” 

You let your head fall back against the chair, staring at the ceiling as you propel yourself back and forth with your foot. The ceiling moves one direction, then the other as you go back and forth. “Some people work out. Running, or lifting weights.” 

“I work out with my brain,” L replies simply. 

You tilt your chin down, raising your head forward to look at him. He hadn’t moved, still sprawled with his chin perched on his hand. Your eyes scan down his body, completely drowned in that stupid oversized sweater. You won’t admit to another living soul how much you’d thought about what was under that sweater. How you continue to think about it.

You blink rapidly to clear your head, trying to focus. “I know, but physical exercise releases endorphins.”

His head tilts slightly, waves falling over his forehead. One thumb finds its way to his mouth, and he nibbles on it absentmindedly. His eyes never leave you. “Mental exercise releases endorphins.” 

“Not the kind you do,” you shoot back, giving him a playful grin. “Endorphins are from things like laughing and meditation. Relaxing things. Hence my point.”

“I don’t think that would work for me,” L replies. His voice never varies from its neutral lull, his face a blank slate. 

You huff slightly in irritation at every suggestion being shut down and shrug, pushing yourself back to face your desk. “Alright. I don’t know, then.” 

“Surely there are other options.” 

“Color a picture?” 

“I’m not creative.” 

“Get some sun?” 

“I burn quite easily.”

“Adopt a dog?” 

“I do not think I should be entrusted with the care of another living thing.” 

You rub your eyes with the palms of your hands in exasperation. The late night must be getting to you, because irritation is creeping into your face, pulling your mouth into a scowl. “I don’t know, L,” you mumble, laying your cheek on your bicep as you half-heartedly scan through one of the sheets in your other hand. 

There is silence for a few moments before you think of something else. “Sex helps.”

Silence ensues. Your stomach rolls once at the realization of what you just said—to your boss, no less—and how subconscious it was. It would be weird if you hadn’t thought about L like that; you were just a young woman with needs, after all. You’d been spending so much time on the Kira case that your friends had all gone to the wayside, and that included any time for sexual release. You’d been feeling your own pressure building for months, but you could never seem to find the time to connect with someone at all, much less fuck them. So had thoughts of L, panting under you on the couch with the glow of the monitors, permeated your brain sometimes? Yes. But that wasn’t even what you were implying just now, and L would know that. 

Still hearing nothing, you raise your head, glancing over at his desk. He hasn’t moved from his position once since he assumed it, and he still gazed at you, nearly unblinking as his lips worked around his thumbnail. His other hand was set on the armrest of the chair, long nimble fingers slowly and quietly tapping. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, embarrassment creeping up your cheeks with a flush. “I shouldn’t have said that.” 

L blinks a few times before responding. “No, it’s alright. I asked.” His voice drawls with its usual easy tone as he finally shifts, leaning forward and pulling his knees up to his chest again. He sets his chin on one of them as he stares at you. You feel your skin prickle from your ears to your toes at his gaze, embarrassment still lingering. Turning your chair to face him again, you cross one leg over the other, crossing your arms across your body and leaning forward, waiting for him to talk. 

He finally does, taking his thumb away from his lips. “I’ve never experienced it.” 

You blink. “You’ve never had sex?” 

“No.” 

He didn’t seem ashamed of it—just stating a fact, as he always was. His next question caught you off-guard.

“Have you?” 

The way he’s handling this so easily—in stride and casual, like this is normal—is doing nothing to ease your heartbeat. You shift in your seat, using the armrests as leverage, and you almost miss how his eyes flicker down to your chest for a millisecond before landing back on your face. It does nothing to cool your cheeks; in fact, they become warmer as you fiddle with your button-down shirt. You’d undone the first couple buttons a couple of hours ago, feeling restricted and needing it looser. You hadn’t thought anything of it. Until now. 

You swallow thickly, a couple of times, trying to keep your cool before you answer. You lay your hands nervously on top of your thigh, blinking at him. “Yes. I have. Not recently. With the case and everything.” 

L’s eyebrows twitch together a fraction. “You have been spending a lot of time here. Is there a reason?” There’s no interrogation in his tone, just innocent curiosity. 

You inhale and exhale through your nose, tearing your gaze away to glance at your desk. You poke at papers and pens with one hand, trying to organize them for something to do. “The Kira case has been…scary,” you admit slowly, wincing at the thought he might find you weak for this, but you press on. “I’ve found myself not wanting to be alone. In my own thoughts.” 

When you peek back at him, he’s staring off at a wall, eyebrows still pulled slightly together as his thumb rubs over his lips. Your eyes catch on it, on his tongue when it darts out to lick them, on his finger as it kneads the plump flesh. How do his lips look so soft?

He answers without looking at you. “It’s understandable.” 

Relief pangs in your chest. “You don’t think it’s stupid?” 

“Why would I?” His gaze drags lazily back to you, head tilting the opposite direction now. “You’re human. It’s frightening. You’ve pushed aside that fear for the cause. It hasn’t gone unnoticed.” 

A smile tugs at your mouth as you look back down at your lap, fiddling with your hands, and chew on your lip. “Thanks.” 

L hums. Silence for a few moments, then:

“Does sex help you relax?” 

Your head snaps up to stare at him, your eyes stinging with how they flare in surprise. You study his face, trying to get an accurate read. It’s never worked before, and now is no exception. You can’t get a single piece of information from his steady gaze, the one he always has, trained on you like he’s dissecting all of your deepest secrets with his irises. 

Your pulse roars in your ears. You’re sure your face is beet red now as you swallow again. “Yes.” Your voice is hoarse, but you can’t seem to remedy it no matter how many times you work your throat. 

You stare at each other, neither of you moving, barely blinking. The hum of the monitors drones in your ears, the light beginning to give you a headache, but you ignore it. You’re locked onto L, his eyes like a physical weight as they bore into yours. His thumb has stopped moving in his mouth, and you hear a breath from him, louder than usual. 

He’s the first to speak, voice quieter now, more hesitant. “I never believed I was conventionally attractive enough to find a partner willing.” 

It takes you off guard, and you blink, the trance broken for a moment at the vulnerable admission. You frown. “Did someone tell you that?” 

“They didn’t have to,” he says simply—again, like a fact, not a devastating confession. He reaches behind him on the desk, plucking a macaroon from a slowly-waning plate and taking a bite. You watch his tongue dart out to catch the crumbs on his lips as he studies the dessert in his hand.

You’re still frowning at him. L was strange, sure, but he was not unattractive. His presence itself said enough—his tall stature, his surprisingly broad shoulders, dark eyes, sharp features. Maybe he wasn’t everybody’s type, but he was certainly yours, and even if he wasn’t, you’re confident he’s not ugly—even though you’ve only seen maybe three different facial expressions from him the entire time you’ve known him. You’re constantly finding yourself catching your breath when he hovers close to you during briefings, his scent of sugar and coffee brushing past your nose; his surprisingly warm hands brushing yours when you pass him documents; his slight smile of approval whenever you figure something out first. 

You watch as he pops the second half of macaroon into his mouth, sharp jaw flexing as he chews, tongue darting out once again to catch a stray crumb. He brushes his large hands together—another feature to appreciate—before looking at you again. He swallows, head tilting. “What?”

“You’re not unattractive, L,” you say, trying your best to be as nonchalant as he is while stating facts. You tilt your own head to match him. “You have…really nice features.” 

L blinks before his eyes widen just a fraction before settling back to normal. He shifts in his chair, and you know he’s flustered because of it. He lowers his knees again, bracing both hands on them as he stares at you. “You don’t need to lie.” 

“I’m not!” Your protest comes out a little bit too much like a screech, and you purse your lips in embarrassment before continuing quieter. “I’m not lying. I have no reason to lie. You’ve always been straight with me, and I’d give you that same courtesy.” 

You’re being strangely calm for how thick the air feels between you right now. Your fingers twitch on your lap for something to do, and your first habit is always to go for your hair. You break your gaze with L, reaching behind you to unclasp the hair from its clip and shaking it out with your hands. You rake your fingers through it a couple of times, tossing the clip onto your desk before settling back against the chair again, crossing your arms and looking back at your boss. 

You’re startled that he’s staring at you. Not particularly because of the act of looking, but because of how he’s looking. His eyes are wider now, darker, and they are roving over you in slow, deliberate movements, taking in your now unbound hair, your ruffled button-up, your crossed legs ending in stocking feet as you’d ditched your shoes after midnight. Goosebumps run up your skin, raising on your legs and arms in a wave of motion. You suppress a shudder as they scamper up your spine, too, leaving no part of you untouched by the weight of his assessment. 

Finally his wandering orbs meet your wide ones again. He stands slowly, and your eyes follow him, but it’s like the rest of your body is frozen. He tucks his hands into his front pockets, taking slow steps towards you. Your head tilts back more and more the closer he gets until he’s standing right in front of you, gazing down through fluttering eyelashes at you. Your heart is threatening to burst out of your ribs, it's pounding so hard, and your breathing is uneven as you stare back at him. His presence is so heavy in the air without him even touching you that you think you’ll combust if he touches you in any way. 

He crouches down in front of you, slightly below your eye level. One knee braces himself on the floor, the other housing his elbow as he wrests his arm on it. His free hand reaches out to grip the edge of your armrest. His eyes never leave yours as he adjusts to this position. 

You swallow hard, afraid to move, afraid to speak. You know your uneven breaths are loud; they seem to echo around the room, though that might just be the ringing in your ears. 

His own breaths are uneven, too, quieter but clearly stuttering. You can feel his breath tickle your face ever so slightly as he gazes at you. 

Almost as if being controlled by someone, your hand raises, slowly, reaching for his face. The planes of his skin look so smooth, the pale color nearly glowing in the dim of the room. L flinches nearly imperceptibly, but you catch it, quickly snatching your hand back. Your apology is hoarse. “I’m sorry.” 

You freeze when his hand captures yours. It’s awkward, and a little clumsy as he grips more your wrist than anything. You look at him through your eyelashes, and his gaze is dropped to your now touching skin. His hand is much bigger than yours, and his sleeve has ridden up enough for you to watch the veins in his forearm flex as he holds tightly to you. L stares at your awkwardly connected hands for another minute before he lifts your hand by your wrist, ever so slowly bringing your hand to cup his face. 

You let out what was supposed to be a chuckle, but you’re breathless and it comes out more as a stuttering ah. His skin is impossibly soft as you press your hand to his face, cupping his sharp jaw as your thumb begins rubbing soft circles on his cheek bone. Your hands are shaking; you feel it as you raise your opposite hand to brush his mop of black hair away from his eyes, savoring each strand that brushes across your fingers. 

Slowly, his eyes drag to yours. They’re fluttering every time your thumb moves, as if he’s trying not to lose himself in your touch already. His left hand stays firmly planted around your wrist as you cup his face, and his right hand twitches on his knee. 

His voice is quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “This is quite nice.” 

You can’t help but laugh softly at the slight surprise in his tone, thumb still tracing a path along his cheekbone. You can feel his jaw flexing under your palm as you tilt your head shyly at him. “Which part?” 

“Your hand.” His always-wide eyes close gently, nostrils flaring with his next controlled exhale. “I don’t experience human contact often.” 

You hum in response, relishing the sight of the muscles in his face being relaxed for once. Slowly, you take the hand brushing through his hair and lower it to his free one, your turn now to move it as you place it on the outside of your thigh. The contact sends a jolt from the area straight to your lower stomach, the heat pooling there embarrassingly fast. You haven’t even kissed him yet and you feel like you’re going to pass out. Part of you wants to laugh in disbelief; the other part wants to run. 

But the loudest part wants to show L what he’s been missing. Lord knows this man won’t make the first move, with the way he has opened his eyes and is staring reverently at your jean-clad thigh, fingers twitching but not moving otherwise, like he isn’t sure what to do. 

“L?” you croak, throat dry. 

It snaps him out of his thoughts, head tilting back up to you. His pupils begin to dilate as you meet his gaze, knowing your face is warm and flushed right now. His hand on your thigh and the other on your wrist feel like 20 pound weights. 

“Yes?” His own voice is hoarse as well, the regularly calm exterior of the detective cracking right before your very eyes. 

It takes all of your self control to focus enough to utter your next words. 

“Do you want me?”

Your voice is more desperate than you’d like, and maybe you’d care more if you weren’t so turned on, but you wanted nothing more in this moment than L Lawliet to fuck you. 

His grip tightens on your wrist, his other hand twitching again before it slowly runs down your thigh to your knee, then back up, closer to your core this time. His shoulders are rising and falling with his deeper breaths, louder now as he stares you down through dark locks of hair. He’s never looked more like a predator hunting for his prey than he does right now. 

“Yes,” he answers, the last of his resolve cracking on his face. 

That’s enough for you. You move your hand from his jaw to tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him into you. Your lips find him immediately, and you physically restrain yourself from being rough to give him a moment to acclimate. He doesn’t know what to do at first—his lips awkwardly crash against yours—but you pull back slightly, and he’s the one that yanks you back in with a hand wrapped around the back of your neck. His lips fall into rhythm with yours, and you tilt your head to get deeper. He’s a quick learner, you think vaguely, as his tongue begins prodding at your lips. You open your mouth, allowing him to slip inside and wrestle with your own. 

A groan vibrates low in your throat, and he pulls back from you just enough to breathe, your noses still brushing. You both pant heavily, his eyelashes tickling your cheek as he stares at you, whites of his eyes flaring slightly. He swallows thickly. 

“Was that alright?”

This time you chuckle successfully, leaning your forehead down against his shoulder and mumbling into his sweater. “Yes. It was.” 

His hand on the back of your neck moves, fingertips gliding down your spine. You shiver involuntarily as he stops mid-back, your most sensitive spot, before trailing his fingers back up. His hand moves to cup your face, gently encouraging you to tilt it towards him. His eyes are still wide, but they soften when they look at you—always looking at you, hungry, like if he looked away he’d never see you again. 

“I have a bedroom,” he says, and you barely hear the waver in his tone. 

But you do.

You nod, and he finally stands. You follow suit, realizing his hand never fully left you as it brushes lightly over your forearm as if needing to keep contact. You grab his hand, then, glancing at him. His chest is heaving slightly, eyes darting between your interlocked hands and your face before he turns and begins walking, giving you no choice but to follow. 

He opens the door in the corner of the room to a small, dimly lit bedroom. Ah, so that’s what this door was for. You’ve been wondering the entire time; you’ve never seen L sleep at all, much less spend time in his bedroom. The bed is large, looking like it’s never been touched with its well made up presentation. Knowing L, it hasn’t ever been slept in.

You step in past him, and he pushes the door closed, flipping the lock with a deep click. It makes your heart skip another beat, if that’s even possible. You stare at him as he turns to you, staring back.

Feeling awkward, you tug on your shirt with your free hand, offering him a small smile. “You okay?” 

“I have…never done this,” he replies. Both of you are whispering, like if you speak too loud it will awaken something dangerous. 

“That’s okay,” you assure him, though your hands are still shaking with nerves. You’re not sure why; you’ve had sex before. This just felt…different. Reverent. “Just…do what feels good.” 

His wide eyes reflect the dim light of the small lamp in the corner. The hand still holding yours squeezes once, almost seeming involuntary. You can’t make yourself look away as he blinks at you through locks of black hair, back hunched as always, but still looming over you. You can feel his breath tickle your lips, smelling like sugar. 

He blinks, slowly. “I have done enough research on this that I believe I can perform adequately.” 

A laugh rips out of your throat, and you cover your mouth when you see the look of confusion brush over his features. You shake your head, mumbling behind your hand. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just a very L thing to do.” 

“What do you mean?” he asks, and he’s so cute as he tilts his head in confusion, like a dog trying to understand what you’re saying. 

You smile softly at him, tugging him closer with your interlocked hands. He stumbles a little into you, your chest now brushing his as you untangle your fingers and place his hand on your waist. His hand is large, surprisingly warm still, splaying over your waist and hip. His eyes never leave you; they just continue to watch you curiously as you tug his other hand to mirror the first. With him now gripping your waist, you place your palms on his chest, gazing up at him.

“How’s that?” you whisper, trying to act calm, but your heart is thundering like a racehorse. The extra contact of your bodies is sending shivers down your spine in waves. You’ve never been this close, and you want more. 

It feels like a triumph when you see a smile tug at the end of L’s lips, threatening to break through as his eyes flicker to your lips. His fingers tighten on your waist and you shiver from it. He notices, eyes going back to yours. “Does that mean you like it?” 

“Wh-” You’re stammering now, under the weight of his gaze, the heavy grip he has on you, your thighs clenching together in protest as heat floods your core. This was your idea. What were you thinking? This is insane. “What do you mean?” 

“You shivered,” L says simply, and one hand leaves your waist. His thumb traces your jaw, slowly, down to your lips, and the rough pad of his thumb rubs against your bottom lip. Your breath catches as he continues. “Was it a positive response?” 

“Y-Yes,” you breathe out, hands curling around the front of his sweater as you press closer. You feel like you’ll go crazy if you don’t get him naked under you right this second, so you tug him towards the bed and stop in front of it, settling down to sit. He stands rigidly in front of you, your eyes level with his abdomen, and you glance up at him. The muscle in his jaw ticks once, hands flexing at his sides. 

You try for another smile, nerves stealing your breath as you gently tug at his shirt. He hesitates for just a second before raising his arms, pulling the sweater off in one quick movement. You knew he was skinny, but your eyebrows raise at the surprising leanness to his figure. His stomach is taut, and your eyes drag down to two lines coming together in a V and disappearing into his low-rise jeans. 

You glance up at him before pressing a kiss to his abdomen. His muscles tighten underneath you, but you keep going, letting your eyes flutter close as you place soft, deliberate kisses along his abdomen and chest. His breathing hitches, his hand tentatively brushing your head before it presses to the back of it—not hard, but firmly enough to encourage you. 

You slowly sink to your knees, the mattress sliding against your back as you kneel down. You look up at L and pause at how wonderful he looks—looking down at you through heavy-lidded eyes, already immersed in the pleasure and you’d barely started. His hand began to move slightly on your head, stroking your hair, and the movement made your chest hurt from the tenderness. 

“You okay?” you ask him softly as your fingers begin unbuttoning his jeans. He lets out a small strangled sound before clearing his throat and answering with actual words. 

“Yes. I- These are new sensations for me. I’m not accustomed to them.”

You laugh softly as you pull his jeans down first, your thighs clenching at the straining bulge you see under his dark boxers. You press a kiss to the clothed area, and L’s hips jerk like he was shot. You try hard not to laugh—really, you do—but a small giggle escapes your lips anyway as you look up at him again. His fingertips have gone still against your head, and you notice a bead of sweat glistening as it catches the dim light in the race down his temple. 

“Don’t analyze the data points here,” you whisper to him, and slowly, you hook your finger underneath his boxers and pull. His cock springs free, the tip brushing your lips as it bounces up to nearly touch his stomach from how hard he is. Your eyes widen at the sight, having to stop yourself from drooling just looking at it. You’re not expecting L to be so…perfect, but here he is, at least seven inches and plenty girthy. Pre cum leaks from its flushed tip, glistening in the dim light, and you completely lose track of whatever else you were going to add.

“Fuck.” 

L’s voice is strained, and your gaze snaps up to him in astonishment. For the first time ever, you see the world’s best detective look absolutely, completely helpless, eyes blown wide, lips parted and glistening as his tongue darts out to lick them again. You can absolutely feel the wet spot in your underwear, but you squeeze your thighs together, determined to make him feel good first. 

“Fuck in a good way?” you ask, trying to keep the mood light, but L doesn’t smile. He’s too focused on you, how close your pretty lips are to his cock, and how he’s pretty sure this is the best thing he’s ever seen. 

“Yes,” he rasps. 

You wrap your hand around his length, then, pumping a couple of times as L bites his fist, letting out a strangled groan around it. You gasp softly in surprise as his hand fists in your hair, gripping it tightly as you pump him. You can’t help the smile tugging at your lips at his reaction before you lean forward and lick—one slow, deliberate drag across his tip, lapping up the pre cum there. 

“Fuck,” he says again, biting out the word as his hips buck. You can feel his thigh shaking under your hand, so you scoot over on your knees, gently guiding him to sit on the bed. You settle in front of him, fully erect cock proud in front of you, his pale skin flushed and chest heaving. 

Before you can go back in, he raises his hand, capturing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes are desperate, and so is his tone. 

“May I—make a request?” 

You can’t help but chuckle at his formality, even naked while you kneel in front of him, but you nod, sitting back on your heels. “Of course.” 

“May I-“ A small sound rumbles in his throat. “May I take your shirt off?” 

Your face flushes impossibly warmer as you blink at him, nodding once before you push up on your knees to be closer to him. His nimble fingers fumble with the topmost button of your shirt, lips crashing into yours again, and you return the kiss hungrily. When he pulls away to kiss your neck, you can’t help the whimper that tears out of your throat. His lips are soft and insistent as they drag opened-mouth kisses down to the hollow of your throat, his fingers never stopping their conquest. Your head falls back as your hand tangles in his hair again, more whines following the first. The noises only seem to egg him on as he finally gets the last button undone and pulls back as you shrug the shirt off of your shoulders.

The way he gazes at you makes it feel like your entire body’s on fire. His eyes drink you in, from your shoulders to your collarbone to the curve of your breasts pressing against the top of your bra. Heat ignites you everywhere, and you know some of the heat at your face is from how he’s looking at you. Hungry. Like you’re about to be ruined. 

You wrap your hand around his shaft again, running your tongue over his tip a few more times. Another strangled moan is muffled by the back of his hand, and when you peek up at him, his eyes are squeezed shut and his head is thrown back. He’s propped up by his other hand behind him, muscles in his arm tensing every time your tongue makes contact. 

You don’t stop, instead beginning to slide his length into your mouth. You can’t help the whimper in your throat as you feel his girth stretch your lips, your other hand curling slightly on the bed next to his hip. He lets out a strangled gasp into his hand, the other flying to your hair and grabbing it for dear life. It rips another groan out of you as you take more of him, beginning to bob your head up and down. 

“Fuck.” It seems to be the only word he knows how to say as his thighs shake. You keep up your pace, humming every now and then and giving the lower part of his shaft a squeeze with your hand. Each moment your mouth is on him he moves more—hips bucking, abdomen clenching, hand flying from his mouth to your hair to the bed to his eyes. You lose yourself in the feeling, not stopping even when your eyes begin to water. God, your underwear are soaked; you feel it vaguely as you quicken your pace on his cock. 

He tightens up underneath you, hand tangled into your hair now as he gasps. You peek up at him through your lashes, feeling like you could come yourself just from watching his face distort in ecstasy. 

“Fuck- fuck. Fuck, I- Fuck- Gonna- g’na c- come-“

His words are choppy, breathless, and trail off when you take him as deep as you can, your eyes watering as his tip hits the back of your throat. That does it; you barely have time to pop it out of your mouth before he’s coming, thick warm ropes coating your face and chest as you continue to pump him through it. His hips twitch uncontrollably, your eyes watering at how hard he’s gripping your hair, but you don’t care—you just let out a moan of your own. Fuck, he’s coming so much that by the time he’s gasping for breath and slumping back onto the bed, it feels like you have a film over the front of your body. 

You both breathe heavily in the silence, your hand still wrapped around his still semi-hard dick as you sink back onto your heels. L forces himself to sit up, dark hair sticking to the glistening sweat on his forehead and eyes hazy as they try to focus on you. You blink, using the pad of your thumb to wipe a bit of cum beginning to drip onto your top lip off, blushing fiercely as you force yourself to keep his gaze. 

He can’t seem to catch his breath as he reaches behind him on the bed, grabbing a folded throw blanket and sitting up shakily. Without a word, he begins to wipe his release off of you in soft, slow strokes. You’re so flustered you can’t meet his gaze, suddenly shy now as the blanket collects the cum panting the tops of your tits. You peek up at L through your lashes and notice his eyes have focused again, now, and they are completely locked onto the way your boobs move under his hand when he cleans you up. 

Desperate to break the silence, and somehow more nervous, you stutter, “How- How are you feeling?” 

L finishes wiping you off, tossing the blanket off behind you. His dark hair is damp as it sticks to his forehead, partially obscuring some of his dark eyes as they meet yours again. “Quite…good. These must be the endorphins you were speaking about.” 

“They must,” you reply teasingly. 

Another smile prevails over his mouth, and you stand up slowly. His eyes never leave you, but they take in as much of you as they can. His hands reach out seemingly of their own accord, running from your ribcage down your hips. Your breath hitches at the attention—at the careful, sweet attention—that is focused solely on you. 

L looks up at you, licking his lips slowly. “May I remove your undergarments?” 

You try to laugh at his formality, but the genuineness in his eyes makes it die in your throat. You cup his face with both hands, leaning forward to kiss him again—sweetly and slow this time. He responds, arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you impossibly closer. Your thighs hit the bed as he pulls you in, hands roaming your back, lips devouring your own.

“Take them off. Please,” you murmur against his mouth. 

He doesn’t break the kiss, but his hands move quickly, your bra unclasped and tugged down nearly too quickly to process. He swipes his tongue through your mouth one more time before pulling back, eyes level with your tits, and they flare white again, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows audibly. 

Your face is so red you’re sure you must be on fire. He’s so intent on taking in every inch of you, and you squirm under the attention, hands resting lightly on his shoulders, tugging at his hair absentmindedly as you try again for a teasing tone. 

“Did you malfunction?” 

“Mmm.” L hums, blinking a few times before tilting his head up at you. “I’m simply examining the view to determine the best way to approach.” 

Your eyebrows knit together in disbelief at how analytical this man has to be 24/7. You rub the bridge of your nose before stepping back just enough to pull your underwear to the ground, stepping out of them and crawling onto the bed. L turns his head over his shoulder to watch you as you settle onto your back into the mound of pillows against the headboard. You hold your hand out. 

“Come on.” 

L’s eyes are nearly obstructed by the shadows of his black locks as he watches you soundlessly over his shoulder for another moment before standing, kicking off his pants and boxers the rest of the way. Your eyes sting as they widen at focusing on his cock again, already standing proud once more as he kneels onto the bed and crawls his way toward you. 

He positions himself next to you on his side, propping himself up on one forearm as the other wraps around you. He pulls your chest flush to his, capturing your lips in another kiss, needier this time. His grip on your waist is like iron as he sucks your tongue, and then wastes no time trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck again. You whimper, squirming and squeezing your thighs together. His throbbing dick is pressing against your stomach, smearing leftover cum over your skin. The thought of it inside of you makes your thighs clench.

“L,” you breathe. 

He freezes when he hears you say his name, mouth at your shoulder. “Hmm?” 

“Please.” Your tone is desperate, and you’re so horny you can’t think to care at this moment. You tug his hair harder this time. “Please. I need you.” 

“Mmm.” His voice rumbles in his throat as he starts moving his tongue back up your neck, darting out between kisses and nibbles. You’re panting now, breath completely stolen from your throat as he kisses you, using the leverage to position himself on top of you. His warmth cages you in, and you gasp into his mouth when his cock nudges your clit. Your hips jerk before you can stop them.

Desperately, you mumble into his mouth. “L. Please. Please.” 

He raises his head enough to gaze at you, head tilting adorably again as he stares. His dark eyes are always so wide, you think. 

His voice is low and you swear you can feel it in your chest when he speaks. 

“What do you need from me?” 

You stare at him, breathing heavily, mouth dry. You reach up to stroke his jaw again, studying his face. “What do you want?” 

His head turns to kiss the palm of your hand. Your wrist. Then he’s looking back at you. 

“I am doing my best to make sure your needs are met,” he says softly. 

You exhale sharply out of your nose. This man is going to drive you crazy. 

His eyes flicker, and he adjusts above you. “Is that wrong?” 

“L. I need you to fuck me. I need you to do whatever you want to me,” you say, words tumbling out in a desperate plea as your legs raise to wrap around his waist. His breath hitches as he snaps his head down between your bodies to watch his straining cock rub against your aching slit. You keep going. “I don’t care about analytics or practicality or data. Just. Fuck. Me.” 

L stares at you, and a real smile spreads across his lips then. Something primal takes over in his eyes as he kisses you deeply, tongue swiping at yours, as he reaches between your bodies and grips his cock, rubbing the tip slowly through your slit. A strangled whimper escapes your throat as you tug his neck down to bite it softly, following each sting with a kiss. Your hips rut to meet him. “Please,” you whisper against his ear. 

You feel his body shiver under your hands, and then he’s pushing in. Slowly at first, the girth of his dick stretching your sopping cunt. He groans low in his throat, and you groan into his neck, and he pauses for a moment, whispering into your hair.

“Are- are you al- alright?” He’s stammering, composure withering away by the second.

“Yes.” The answer is strangled from your lips, your eyelids fluttering as your nails cut into his shoulders, the skin of his neck damp under your mouth. He takes the green light, continuing to push into you until he’s bottomed out inside you. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix, and your legs lock around his waist, keeping him there, relishing the burn as he stretches you out. He’s panting, whimpering uncontrollably into your hair, his forearms shaking slightly beside your head as his muscles lock up. You move your lips against his neck gently in encouragement, trying to keep your own composure even though your hips are begging to jerk into his.

His hand gently comes to grip your jaw, long fingers encasing your face easily as he presses your head away from his neck and back into the pillow. His face comes into view, contorted in pleasure, but still studying your face, perhaps for approval, perhaps to take it in. You whimper softly, one hand gripping the blanket, the other tangling in his hair and pulling him down into another kiss, and you groan when he begins to move.

L’s breaths are extremely heavy as his hips roll, pulling out a few inches before thrusting back into you. You moan louder now, the sudden thrust sending a sharp shock of pleasure up your spine, and his own groan joins yours. Your hands grip his shoulders harder, your eyes fluttering as you watch him. He does it again, slowly coming out, harder going back in. He’s fighting his own urge to let his eyes close, determined to watch every reaction you have, determined to drink up every moment of what you look like when he’s inside you. Groans spill out from his lips, mixed with curses as he picks up his pace. He takes his hand off of your jaw, moving it behind your head to tangle it in your hair. His other forearm holds him up as he finds his pace inside you, steady and firm. 

“Fuck,” he says, raw and throaty as his lips crash against yours desperately. “F-fuck. Fuck, y-you are- so- tight.” 

You can’t stop whimpering with the pace he’s set. You feel so fucking full of him, and you stare at him in awe as he fucks you, eyes never leaving yours, lips parted, groaning. Your tits are crushed against his chest, the friction adding only more pleasure every time his body moves against yours. 

“Oh, god,” you groan, not able to help as your eyes roll back. 

L’s hips snap harder in response, shocking you as your eyes magnetize back to his. His pupils are completely blown out, hand in your hair gripping harder as he gives your head a small shake. “I need you to keep your eyes on me.” 

Your pussy clenches at his order—not a request, like his previous times. An order. The room is filled with the slaps of his hips against your thighs, the squelching of your fluids mixing, and your overlapping groans and pants. He’s kissing you hard again before he mumbles against your lips. 

“Say you will.” 

“I- fuuuuck-” Your eyes start to roll again before you focus them on him. “Fuck, I- I will- I will- L-” 

L speeds up even more when you utter his name, sweat dripping from his black locks and onto your cheeks. He suddenly pushes himself up to his knees, gripping your hips and pulling you forcefully into each thrust. The new angle leaves you breathless, mewling and arching your back as your hands grab uselessly at the sheets on the bed. The muscles in his biceps and forearms flex as he grips you, the SMACK SMACK SMACK of your bodies somehow louder. You moan so loud it’s nearly a scream, your hand flying down to rub desperate circles on your own clit. You’re close, you can feel it, and the way he’s relentlessly ramming into you, muscles taught, mouth agape, pupils blown wide—it’s all too much. 

“I’m- g- L- I- c- I’m go-” 

You can’t even utter a full sentence before you’re squealing, your body locking up as you come around his cock. Stars dance in your vision as waves of pleasure overtake you, back arching as you ride out your orgasm. L fucks you through it, thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy before you feel his own release inside of you. Faintly through your haze you’re astonished that he still had so much to spill, but you can feel the warmth leaking out around his cock, still buried deeply inside you. 

You lie there panting together, bodies slicked with sweat, your head spinning. His head is buried in your neck, and you dislodge your nails from his shoulder to run your fingers through his hair as he tries to catch his breath. Your ankles are still locked around his thin waist, and you realize your thighs are shaking slightly as you slowly unwrap them to lower them onto the bed. He finally moves his hips, pulling his softening dick out of you with an obscene squelching sound, leaving you whimpering from the empty feeling. He slowly pushes himself up to his knees, sitting back on his heels, eyes never leaving your face. You swallow, blinking slowly as you stare up at him through your eyelashes. It takes you a few attempts to speak. 

“That was…so good.”

His eyes flare with your praise, lips cocking slowly into another grin. You can’t help but grin back, a breathy chuckle emitting from you as you prop yourself up on your elbows. When you shift your hips, you feel the wetness there, both from your own release and L’s mixing together. Your face flushes with that classic post-nut clarity—and you realize you’ve just fucked your boss, or rather, your boss fucked you. Extremely well. And you’re completely bare in front of him, and he’s taking in every inch of your body like he’s drawing his own picture in his mind. 

“Yes,” he replies, voice closer to his usual neutral tone now. Large eyes blink back at you. “It was quite good. I don’t feel done yet.” 

Your eyebrows jump slightly at that. “Oh?” 

“There is more I haven’t explored,” he says simply, but you notice the flicker of hunger in his gaze despite his measured tone. He runs his large hands over your thighs before he nudges them apart. You squirm, about to protest, but he locks his gaze on you. 

“Open.” 

You shudder with the finality of his tone—an order, again. You’d seen L order people around before—hell, he’d ordered you around a couple of times, and it’d always made your mind dive straight into the gutter—but for someone who’d never had sex, he was adapting extremely quickly. 

Slowly, you part your legs, allowing his hands to guide you. He shifts onto his stomach, muscles in his shoulders shifting as he settles down between your thighs. You stay propped on your forearms, captivated by the sight and not wanting to miss anything. His dark hair tickles the soft skin on the inside of your leg as his nimble fingers slowly spread you open. You shudder, breath catching at the first contact of his skin against your pussy lips. You can feel how wet you are, and you can only imagine what he’s seeing—his cum leaking out of you, your own arousal glistening, your clit puffy. He’s taking it in like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen—and at the same time, like it’s a specimen he’s trying to decode. 

“I’m not a mystery to solve, L,” you say breathlessly, trying for a laugh, but it dies on your throat. 

“Aren’t you?” 

His voice is measured, calm, matter-of-fact. He stares at you, pupils blown wide despite his calm demeanor. 

You can’t make yourself respond, and he lowers his eyes once more. Slowly, he leans forward, breath ghosting over your pussy before his tongue slips out of his mouth and drags one long, flat stroke from your opening to your clit. You groan immediately, eyes fluttering as your head lolls to the side. “Fuck.” 

He’s peering up at you through his hair, a slight smile still gracing his lips. Both arms are wrapped around your thighs, fingers gripping the soft flesh tightly as he keeps you spread open for him. He drags his tongue up your slit again, and you groan louder this time. “Fuck.” The word drags from you in a hiss as you adjust on your elbows, watching as he pulls back just enough to stare at your cunt. You know he can see the fresh wave of arousal leaking out of your hole, now, and you’re trying hard not to squirm as his breath tickles you. He moves one hand from your thigh to your folds, spreading them enough to expose your clit fully with his fingers. You whimper pathetically. “L.” 

“Shhh.” The tip of his tongue flicks your clit once. You twitch. He does it again, and you groan. 

“L, please.” 

He stares at you through long lashes before responding. 

“You aren’t very patient,” he muses quietly, but there is a teasing edge to his tone you almost never hear. It makes you even more flustered as you stammer a response. 

“You’re just teasing me!” 

“I am operating under the assumption that it brings increased sexual pleasure.” 

You open your mouth to whine again, but he wraps his lips around your clit, enveloping in the warm dampness of his mouth as he flicks his tongue more rapidly now. You cry out, back arching and head dropping back as your hips jerk, one arm leaving its position under you to grab at his hair. “Oh- f-fuck, yes-” 

He hums into your pussy, the vibration making you shudder. Your hips grind slightly against his mouth, and you whine in protest as he pops his lips off, giving your slit another few long strokes before he pulls away. He leans his cheek on your thigh, and with the fingers spreading you open he rubs the pad of his thumb over your clit. You jerk again, hand fisting in his hair, your breaths labored. He’s taking his sweet goddamn time, alternating between his hot mouth and his thumb, dipping his tongue into your hole before dragging it back up, then leaning his head against your thigh as he watches you twitch under the press of his fingers. The rhythm builds slowly, tension coiling ever so agonizingly in your lower stomach. You can’t look away from him—the way his dark eyes are locked onto your folds, his sharp jaw ticking once in a while, his breath against your skin, his other fingers gripping hard enough into your thigh to leave marks. Your hips start to move, then— you’re unable to stop as you start to grind against him. Your hand grips harder in his hair, trying to push him into you, and finally, he lets you. L’s mouth latches onto your cunt once more, lapping and sucking now like his life depends on it, and you drop onto your back, unable to support yourself any longer as moans and exclamations spill from your lips. 

“L- fuck- oh- shit- shhhit-” 

L hums against you, lips popping off of your clit to lap at your entrance. “Good.” 

The praise from him—one word, simple, yet it’s too much. You cry out, hand fisting harder in his hair as your body begins to shake, tension coiling impossibly tighter in your lower stomach as you gasp. 

“L- gonna- I’m- fuck- please- don’t- stop- fuck- I-” 

“Come,” he mumbles against your pussy, and you break. It hits you like a freight train, your muscles seizing, mouth agape in a silent scream as you gush all over his face. He never stops, lapping hungrily at everything you give him, and he couldn’t move anyway—not with the grip you’ve got on his hair and the way you’re shoving his face impossibly deeper. 

Your mind is hazy as you come down, twitching as L laps at your overstimulated cunt. You whimper softly, tugging his head away weakly as you pant. “Wa- wait. Sensitive.” 

L hums, finally raising and crawling up your body. His face glistens with sweat and your arousal, and you make a small whimpering noise as his tongue darts out to clean himself off. You wipe your own thumb over his lips with a fucked-out grin. “I made a mess.” 

“You did,” L agrees, and he’s smiling at you, features more relaxed than you’d seen them in awhile. “I quite liked it. You taste…wonderful.” 

“A great compliment coming from a man who loves sweets,” you reply teasingly, but your face is warm as you rub your thumb over his jaw. He nudges his nose against yours, pressing soft kisses to your lips through his words. 

“You taste even better.” 

Your heart is thundering from how intimate it feels as he slides in to lay behind you, pulling your body flush against his with surprising strength. A blanket gets thrown over you from somewhere, and you nuzzle your head comfortably onto his bicep as it wraps around the front of your neck—loosely, but securely. His other hand splays onto your waist, rubbing gently, sending jolts up your body with every movement. 

His breath is warm against your ear as he speaks. “We do need to discuss the nature of our relationship and how it pertains to our work.” 

You hum, half in complaint, but knowing he’s right. You look over your shoulder at him, noses brushing. He’s staring at you so softly that your heart aches as you offer him a small smile. 

“Tomorrow?” 

L’s own lips tug into a grin, pressing against yours in a deep kiss before nuzzling into your neck.

“Tomorrow is fine,” he agrees. 

You smile to yourself, snuggling back into the blankets, his arms locked around you. 

You’ve officially broken the world’s best detective in the best way.

The professor finished up his lecture with, "Free responses are open until midnight. So, I suggest you get working on them sooner rather than later. I want to hear your thoughts on this case to know whether or not you believe the legal system failed these victims."

You let your gaze linger on the projector for a moment longer before turning to your friend. "I'll have to review the facts one more time before responding, L. There are a lot of different points to consider."

"I understand," L replied flatly, reluctant to turn back to his book bag. With a little wiggle of his toes, he sighed and slipped his shoes back on. "Statistically speaking, as of 2006, eighty-five percent of the Japanese population believes the death penalty is unavoidable. That's an over ten-point increase since 1994. Perhaps we can discuss this more on our way to the bakery? I need more cake to keep my mind sharp."

***

At the bakery, L sat across from you, his fork buried deep in his slice of strawberry cake. The corner he chose was pleasantly quiet, and there was nothing distracting him, except his cake and your focused expression, which he was rather fond of. You'd been staring at that particular case for what felt like ages. The professor only introduced it the day before, but ethics always pulled at your human side, even when practicality was more important. L always thought it was cute how much you dug into the fine details that even the professor didn't cover.

Unlike you, however, L already completed his response long before the professor announced it. In a way, L wanted to test you to see how far you'd go before asking for his help. He was miles ahead of everyone in the class, but staying by your side fed his curiosity.

"L..." you finally said, dragging your pen along the sheet of paper before you. "Do you believe I should be objective or subjective. After all, it is just a free response. There's no right or wrong answer."

"Hmm," L feigned uncertainty. "Well, objectivity is always the safest route. But... I'm afraid I can't help you, y/n. I'd like to hear where your heart stands on the matter. Plus, it's best if you come up with a unique response. I've already submitted my work."

"You always do everything without me! I want to work with you sometimes, you know?" you protested, searching his cool expression and dark eyes.

"I know," he hummed. "I just want you to use your brain. You are very intelligent. After all, I wouldn't be friends with you if you weren't." After taking another bite of cake, he lowered his tone. "It's impractical to be friends with someone who never stood a chance against you in the first place. I find that the most valuable connections are with those who can challenge you. So, go on. Come up with a few ideas, and I'll critique them. But now, I need to finish my cake."

Although you were a little disappointed, you relented and jotted down a few bullet points. There was still much time before you needed to submit your response, but in the moment, productivity seemed to evade you. The afternoon certainly had flown by, and you couldn't help but think about the purpose of a simple due date. Surely there were many more important things you could be doing rather than stewing over a case that happened years ago.

Either way, it would kill you to disappoint your best friend, so you promptly got to work.

***

That time of day was not particularly busy, and your vehicle sat alone on the side of the street. Upon approaching the driver's side, you noticed that L refused to move to his position.

The moment you gripped the door handle, he said thoughtfully, "Get in the backseat."

"What?"

L opened the door and latched onto your arm with his bony fingers. "Get in the backseat," he ordered, ushering you inside and barely giving you enough time to adjust when he crawled in after you.

"L, I don't know what you're trying to do," you began.

"You should know because you have been frustrating me the entire day. Normally, when someone bothers me this much, I would walk away or shut them down with logic, but there is no logic that would keep you quiet. That's why you're different," he stated, wrapping his hand around your upper thigh. "Nothing I say will change the way you act, so I deduced that I have to put my hands on you."

"Do you mean—"

L locked the door and removed his shoes before tucking his legs beneath his body. "Yes, y/n. I must take your mind off work now. If I don't and ignore you for the rest of the night, your productivity will decrease by at least forty percent. When there is a midnight deadline, and you haven't even started by three o'clock, a forty percent decrease in productivity will mean that you won't finish until approximately eight if you consistently write fifteen words per minute. Based on my observations, you lie around there or sometimes even below it. Also, you have not yet created a draft. In addition, you must consider the traffic and how long it will take for us to get to the dorms from here."

Glancing out the windows, you felt your body tense up, and that's when L's hand snaked to your abdomen, pawing at your skin through your shirt.

"We can't waste any more time," he explained, sliding his fingers beneath your waistband. "If I fully undress you, it will take three minutes for you to revert to your current state in these cramped conditions. So, please, lift your hips."

Unable to resist his eagerness, you propped yourself up on your elbows, giving him enough room to free you.

While fiddling with your pants, he hissed, "Not fast enough. y/n, please pull out my cock. I need to help you now."

Without further hesitation, your hands shot to his jeans, and you unbuttoned, then unzipped them, and ripped his boxers down. Well, he certainly was eager; even his member displayed his desire to assist you with your decreased energy. Finally, he managed to expose you to the chilly air of the car, and he noticed that your pussy was already glistening. It was no secret that you liked him, but he failed to account for the possibility that you truly wanted to explore such depths with him.

Satisfied with the sight, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, then unwrapped it without wasting a beat, and managed to slide it around his shaft.

"Why do you have that on you? Were you planning this from the start?" you wondered, placing a hand over your cunt and giving it a few strokes.

"I can't confirm or deny that," he said simply, swiftly lowering himself and grabbing the surface near the window to support his weight.

Wrapping one hand around his base, he rubbed his tip along your slit, collecting as much of your juices as he could. Knowing he didn't have much time to properly stimulate your hole, he slid in one inch, then two, pulled back, and went deeper each time to help your aching walls adjust. The stretch was uncomfortable, but L didn't fail to arouse you, especially not with the way his dark hair covered his forehead. It was also then that you noticed he was analyzing your most intimate area with a concentration he didn't even use on the required court documents.

"You're... really tight, y/n," he groaned. "I suppose I should have warmed you up before entering you so suddenly, but we only have eight hours and thirty-two minutes left. I need to be quick."

Without warning, he grasped your bare waist and sank fully inside of you. The fit sent a sharp pain to your nerves, but the second he pulled back and drove deep again, you instinctively spread your legs wider.

"That's good," he panted. "A little wider, please."

Obeying, you rested one leg over the side of the seat, making room for his intrusion. Before long, your walls produced enough slick, and L's tip pulled on your entrance, teasing your most responsive area. The pressure wasn't nearly enough, though, and L sensed it, so he pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles to match the speed of his thrusts. As you cried out a little, he lowered his head, pressing his moist lips to yours. His pace never faltered, and once he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, he snapped his hips forward, making your body painfully tense.

L's saliva still held traces of strawberry cake, and he could tell you enjoyed it, so he forced your lips apart, sinking his tongue deep into your mouth to match the way his cock used your greedy hole. Every time you made a noise, he coaxed another out until the only sounds in the vehicle were your desperate whines, his heavy breaths, and your dripping cunt.

Peeling himself from you, he grunted, "I don't know why I didn't do this sooner. It really is a preferable way to relieve stress. Perhaps next time, you can suck on my cock while I write my thesis. Statistics show that when deep in a flow state, productivity can increase by 500%. I would apply that to the feeling of your tongue swirling around my shaft, and I would dare say even 600%."

Unable to say another word, L's frame tensed up, and he let out a strained whine, his balls slapping against your ass.

"I will cum in less than one minute if I continue this pace, y/n. Please be a good girl and keep being tight," he begged, losing his rigid composure entirely.

You nodded lazily, and his sore hand worked faster to bring you to the peak. Your swollen bud was overly sensitive, and when L found an angle to press against your walls incessantly, the deep sensations combined with the rapid stimulation made you arch your back.

"Oh, I feel it!" he gasped. "I feel it! I have you right on the edge. If I just... just a little more—" His voice broke, legs shaking as he buried himself deep and spilled his seed into the rubber.

Daring to overstimulate himself, he rubbed his tip against your insides while maintaining the pressure on your clit, and your hand shot to the back of the seat. As you dug your nails into the leather, your head fell back, and your body seized. When your walls clamped around his shaft, milking the last bit of cum out, he collapsed on top of you, burying his face into your neck.

"Your walls... contract around me just—ahh—just right." Peppering your skin with kisses, he said, "I believe this study session was far more productive than anything else we could have done. You did remarkably well, too. I must admit that I didn't think your body could handle me, but... we were both pleasantly surprised."

Coming down from your high, you retracted your hand and instead moved it to the back of his head. Sinking your fingers into his dark strands, he hummed happily, giving your neck one last kiss.

"Well, I suppose we should hurry back to the dorms," he said, pulling out of your pussy with a wet little pop. The emptiness left you aching for more, but he gave your clit a pat and tucked himself away, adding, "Maybe once you finish your work, I can reward you with something even more special. Would you like that?"

You sat up, searching his eyes that seemed remarkably soft compared to how sharp and calculating they usually were. "I would," you admitted.

With a smile and a nod, he said, "Good. I look forward to it. After all, there's still so much to learn about you."

King of Paradise

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Scandal In the Spotlight

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My Forged Wedding

“hi honey . . i missed you.”

he hummed into your neck, and maneuvered you both to the side, away from the stove. the last time he surprised you in front of the appliance, he accidentally set half of his hand on one of the slowly cooling eyes while getting lost in your kisses, leaving him with a nasty burn.

it made him laugh thinking back on it, but you on the hand didn’t see the humor in it in the slightest.

“what smells so good in here, hm? smells like—”

“turkey wings,” you grinned, running your hands over his shoulders, and down his beefy arms.

he was wearing a black, long sleeve shirt, and on top of that were his navy blue overalls. his boots were long discarded, and sitting on the shoe rack by the door. they were replaced by his thick, black slippers that he’s had since you first moved into the cottage—they were a little . . well, a lot worn out, but he insisted they still felt as new as the day he got them.

his hand, calloused, but kinda soft from the lotion he applied before leaving work, caressed the apple of your cheek. “mm, you spoil me. s’just what i needed after how fuckin’ cold it was today.”

his fingers trailed from your cheek, to your jaw, and down to your neck, grasping it from the side so he could pull you in for a sweet, but quick kiss.

“yeah, i was . . mm, shocked that you guys didn’t wrap it up early from how low the temperature dropped. i hope you don’t catch a cold from being out in that all day,” you pouted, melting into his touch as his hand moved back up to cup the entire left side of your face.

the size of his hands never failed to shock you every now and again.

“heh, as long as i’m drinking that elderberry tea every night n’ morning, i don’t think i’ll be getting sick anytime soon,” he grinned, nose brushing against yours. “you started nesting yet?”

your head shook back and forth slowly, “nah, not yet. the urge to do it is getting stronger though, so i’ll probably do it either tomorrow, or the next day.”

three days from now, you would be going into heat, and toji always liked to be prepared for it.

he made sure his shifts at work were covered for the next ten days—starting with the day before your heat comes on. a heating pad and raspberry leaf tea were always on standby to help your intense cramps, and he kept the fridge packed with prepped meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. once your heat started, you were glued to him for the entirety of it, and because of that, cooking became a bit of a hassle. so, he started meal prepping, and so far it’s been his savior.

when it came to you nesting, he liked to leave shirts, hoodies, and occasionally sweatpants—so you could drown yourself in his scent to your hearts content. it was never as good as getting it straight from the source, but when he had to detach himself to use the bathroom, or take a phone call from work, it sufficed.

“you smell nice,” you hummed, trailing your nose along the edge of his jawline, and up to the spot below his ear—that’s where his scent was strongest.

your ears perked up, brushing over toji’s face and tickling him. he brought up a hand up, softly scratching the back of them. the slight tremble in your body had the scarred side of his lip quirking into a smirk.

“i-i made you some pound cake too—‘know you been craving it real bad.”

god, you always knew the right things to say to make him wanna bend you over, n’ fuck you silly.

his lips were soft against the skin of your neck as he pressed a wet kiss to it. “you know, i was gonna go shower, but i think i might justttt—”

“not while my turkey wings are vulnerable of being overcooked,” you grinned, licking the shell of his ear, “and no, i won’t just ‘turn it on low’.”

“mmcht, whatever—at least let me get some sugar before i go. ‘been thinking about your lips all day.” he was already leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, stealing nearly all of your breath away.

you smiled against his lips, hands clutching onto his shirt. “i’m sure you have been with that nasty mind of yours. now go shower, and stop distractin’ me.”

and off he went, not an ounce of shame in his eyes as he basically eye-fucked you on his entire assent up the stairs.

he didn’t know it, but you were secretly buttering him up as much as possible so he would say yes to your newest request.

a baby.

your own bundle of joy that was yours, and tojis, to love and nurture.

you wanted it to have his eyes, with your lips, and his precious smile, with your dark curls. you wanted toji’s love for music, and your love for reading to pass onto them, and if you were lucky, you’d get them to love baking just as much as you did—boy or girl, it didn’t matter in the slightest.

at first you thought it was your heat talking—which was why you never said anything, but even after it passed, the thought of bearing toji’s children never failed to cross your mind at least three times a day now.

so here you were, nearly at peak ovulation with hope in your heart that he’d give you what you wanted.

kids were discussed, but not frequently—and you didn’t want to scare toji, but you feared that if he didn’t put a baby in you soon, you would surely lose your mind.

you skipped your past few birth control pills, and you had plans to skip them tonight, hoping that this would give your body enough time prepare itself for his seed.

on the off chance that he actually declined your offer, you were prepared to take your birth control once more, but if the universe was on your side, you’d be pregnant within the next couple of days.

while you iced the poundcake, and hummed a quiet tune to yourself. your imagination ran wild, filling your head with different scenarios of your future family.

you imagined toji building your little one a mud kitchen, and how they’d play with it together while you watched from afar, probably baking something because you were sure your baby would develop your sweet tooth.

“god, it smells like heaven down here.”

his voice made your heart swell. you were so in love.

“and it’s just about finished. why don’t you go play us a little something to listen to while i make your plate, hm?” you grinned, turning the eyes of the stove off.

“will do!” you heard him call from the living room, and by the sounds of it, he had already started rummaging around for a vinyl.

watching television during dinner was something you didn’t typically do—instead you would take turns playing different vinyls while you ate and cleaned up.

just as you finished plating some garlic mashed potatoes onto his plate, a song started playing.

la, la, la—never thought that we would ever be more than friends

now i’m all confused ‘cause for you, i had deeper feelings

“haven’t heard you play this one in a while,” you commented, carefully placing four turkey wings on the white porcelain.

toji peeked over your shoulder, hungrily swiping his salivating tongue over his bottom lip. “yeah . . couldn’t get this song specifically out of my head today.”

“mm, well good choice—now go sit. you want sweet tea? or i made some raspberry lemonade earlier?”

“ouu, lemonade please, baby. i just downed a glass of whiskey n’ need something sweet to chase it down with.”

your nose scrunched up at the mention of the foul tasting drink, “i don’t know how you drink that shit.” your body did a one eighty, and you quickly made your way over the table to set his plate in front of him. “but one raspberry lemonade coming up.”

the two of you ate in a comfortable silence, too busy indulging in the delicious meal you cooked to carry on a conversation.

“is it good, honey?” you asked after a good fifteen minutes, dabbing your lips with a cloth napkin.

toji took a long gulp of the lemonade, and relaxed more into his chair making you giggle. “i swear every time you make these, they get better and better.”

you smiled, floppy ears perking up at the praise. “i injected them with this herb butter i made, so they’d come out juicer. pretty damn good idea if i do say so myself.”

“you’ve outdone yourself again, baby. thank you so much. now, lemme get these plates up—”

“oh no, no, no—i’ll do it!”

toji raised a thick brow in confusion, head cocking slightly to the side. “baby . . you’ve done more than enough tonight. let me at least get the dishes.”

you were already pushing out of your chair, shaking your head back and forth in protest. “and you’ve just spent the whole day building houses, and managing people in the cold. let me do a little extra tonight, yeah? sit tight, and i’ll cut you a slice of poundcake.”

when you swiped up his plate, he gently grabbed your wrist, keeping you in a place.

“ . . . thank you. you’re such a doll.”

“anything for you, husband.”

toji bit his lip, and laid a firm smack on your behind, making you giggle like a school girl with a crush.

thoughts of taking turns feeding your child in their high chair crossed your mind, and you couldn’t help but smile about it to yourself. you’d make them their own baby food, of course, and purée everything by hand because nothing was better than homemade food prepared by ones own momma.

“here you go, honey. i hope you enjoy it,” you muttered, setting the plate containing a hefty slice of poundcake on the table.

“mm, thank you, sugar. looks fuckin’ great.”

you hummed, and nibbled on your lip, deciding if you should turn the charm up a notch.

toji let out groan when you firmly squeezed at his shoulders, your thumbs digging into the tense muscles. “that’s right, honey, just relax for me. you had such a long day, n’ i wanna make it better,” you spoke softly, rolling your hands over the muscles on his back.

his favorite dinner, poundcake, and a massage??

the cogs in toji’s brain began to turn, and it was around his fourth bite when he realized you were up to something.

“baby.”

“hm?”

“what do you want?” he spoke lowly with a mouthful of cake.

your hands briefly paused, confirming his suspicions. he couldn’t help but smirk. what a sneaky little bunny of a wife he’s got.

“w-what do you mean, lover? i always try my best to spoil you after you’ve had a hard day,” you mumbled, digging your thumb into a particularly large knot.

toji’s head tipped low, his eyes fluttering shut in pain threaded with intense pleasure. you always gave the best massages.

his hand wrapped around your wrist, pausing your movements. “hah—yeah, but you only make poundcake for special occasions. it’s your tell. so, what do you want, hm?”

you sighed letting your hands go limp, and fall to your sides. it didn’t shock toji in the slightest when you took your rightful place in his lap, your hand coming to scratch at the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“well . . .”

“heh, i knew it. what does my baby need, huh? name it, and its yours.”

your lips parted, then shut, a furrow coming between your brows. why were you so nervous all of a sudden??

toji noticed this, and thumbed the space between your eyebrows, his lips lifting into a small, but comforting smile. “don’t think too hard about it. you don’t need to be scared to ask me nothing, you know i’d do anything for you.”

anything.

anything had to include a baby right? right.

“well . . i’ve been doing some thinking, and i think it’s time we thought about . . . um, expanding our family.”

when he didn’t say anything, you continued.

“i think i’m ready to be a mom, a-and i think you’d be an amazing dad. we have that extra room that’s just going to waste, and a huge backyard just waiting for be filled with little dark haired babies!”

“babies,” toji breathed out, his eyes widening slightly.

you offered him a smile, and another forkful of poundcake, which he hesitantly accepted.

“ideally, i would like three, but two is fine. i jus’ want lots of kids, and then grandkids, and then maybe even some great—um, honey? are you alright? you look like you’re about to go cross eyed.”

toji blinked slowly once, twice, thrice.

he couldn’t remember the last time you discussed children together, and now you were talking about your future great grandchildren.

he simply couldn’t wrap his head around it all.

“okay, one more thing n’ then i’m done—but just imagine how cute i’d look pregnant! and odds are if we have three; at least two of the little cuties will get my bunny gene.”

he could feel your tail twitch underneath your dress, indicating that you were getting more and more excited as the seconds passed.

“say something, please.”

his eyes flit to yours, and he practically melted on the spot. you were extremely hopeful, he could see it in your eyes—they were sparkling.

“i think . . . i think it’s a fuckin’ great idea, baby,” he grinned, mossy green eyes brightening up just as much as yours. “we’ve been married long enough, i think it’s about time we bring a couple of brats in the world.”

you told yourself you wouldn’t cry if he said yes, but that didn’t stop hot tears from pooling at your lash line.

“you really mean it, love?”

toji’s fingers scratched at the tender spot behind your drooped ears, making you shudder. “i mean, i was shocked for a second, but then i started thinking about a mini us . . . and you being pregnant. i think you’d make a rather cute pregnant lady.”

his hand trailed down to the back of your neck, cupping it gently, “i can picture it now—you all round n’ cute while taking care of the garden in the spring. if we’re successful in the next couple of weeks, we’ll have ourselves a little autumn baby, which is what?”

“our favorite season,” you sniffled, nose twitching cutely in an attempt to hold your tears in.

“did you really think i would say no, and break your heart like that?” he chuckled, pushing down on your neck gently so your lips could meet his in a kiss.

“stopppp! i don’t know!”

the fluffiness of your ears tickled his jaw as you burrowed your face in his neck, a dopey smile spreading across your lips.

“i think we should wait until your heat starts. you’re fertile, n’ you’ll be ovulating like crazy. i reckon it’ll take much better if we do it around then, yeah?”

gosh, it was really happening. you couldn’t believe your ears.

“oh! i guess we should scrap your birth control too, huh? by the look on your face, though, i’m assuming you stopped already?” the smirk he was sporting was almost irritating. he was always able to read you so well.

you twiddled your fingers together, a fresh wave of heat spreading across your cheeks from embarrassment. “maybe . . . it’s only been a couple days, though. i’ll throw them out tonight.”

it was silent for a few beats, but it was a comfortable silence.

you found yourself nuzzling your face back into his neck, while he slowly rocked you both back and forth, back and forth.

there were other things that needed to be discussed regarding this topic, but all toji wanted to do was just bask in the silence. a few days from now, your lives will change forever, and although it lowkey scared the shit out of him, he was also queasy with excitement.

you’d be the perfect mom, he was sure of it.

and because female bunny hybrids were built for carrying multiple children on multiple occasions (if they choose) you both knew there would be little to no risks involved.

toji was so lost in his thoughts thinking about the next couple of months that he didn’t even notice you were snoring until a few minutes after.

he looked down, and there you were—ears drooped over your shoulders while little snores left your parted lips. after being anxious all day about the baby talk, and indulging in a big meal, you were absolutely slumped, practically melting into a puddle of nothing but sugar, spice, n’ everything nice as he rocked you side to side.

unfortunately, your slumber was soon interrupted.

“mm, hey. wake up, bunny.”

“nooo . . .”

“yes. you already know i plan on carrying you, so why’re you fussin’ at me, hm?” his tone was gentle, almost teasing like.

you fell silent again, drowsiness overcoming you heavily.

it was impossible to keep your eyes open at this point, so you just gave in, mumbling something about how he’s on cleaning duty before falling asleep once again.

you didn’t stir out of your sleep once as he carried you upstairs, and tucked you into bed, but he was rewarded with an adorable nose twitch when he slipped your bonnet over your hair. you didn’t exactly make it easy for him, but he was eventually able to remove your dress and bra, leaving you in nothing but some cotton, baby pink panties.

that night, you had one of the most vivid dreams you’ve ever had in your life. visions of children with caramel colored skin, and dark hair to go with their fuzzy ears played behind your closed eyelids. you could hear their giggles and playful shrieks as if they were really there.

and when you awoke the next morning, your heart was heavy, but full, because you knew in the days to come, toji would successfully put a baby in you, and make you the mother you’ve been dreaming about becoming.

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the first few hours of your heat were always the worst.

before becoming unbearably aroused, you were greeted with nauseating cramps that left you a teary, curled up mess. drinking tea or a heating pad helped—sometimes.

but nothing could compare to the human furnace that was your husband.

he radiated the warmth of a thousand suns, and then some more, bringing you just enough warmth to lull you into a painless sleep.

so here you were, curled into his naked chest while you whined into his ear every now again about how miserable you were feeling.

“tojiiiii.”

“i know, honey, i know,” he sighed into your hair, running a rough hand over your back.

the thin shirt you were wearing was damp with sweat, clinging to your slicked skin so uncomfortably, you almost wanted to cry from overstimulation.

“you want me to run you a bath? might help you a little—”

“noooo! too much movin’ around. plus the soap will make your good smell go away.”

‘good smell’ being his natural musk that would only get stronger as the hours ticked by. it was a woodsy scent with a tinge of vanilla and bourbon mixed in. it was intoxicating, and if you could inject it into your veins, you would without a single bit of hesitation.

before toji could even get another word out, you were letting out a strained yelp, your head burrowing itself further into the crook of his neck.

god, he hated this.

he hated seeing his wife in so much pain, and the fact that there was absolutely nothing he could do besides let it take its course frustrated him greatly.

they only lasted for a few hours, but it somehow always felt like a century to you.

“just stay here, and listen to me complain please . .” your voice was weak, barely above a whisper as you relaxed more into his muscly arms. you could feel sleep overcoming you for the second time that morning, your eyelids already beginning to droop.

toji’s arms tightened around your form, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. his nostrils flared in a sigh of relief. you were finally going to sleep again.

if he was lucky, you’d be knocked out until that familiar gnawing arousal woke you up, and you could use him to your hearts desire. finally, he’d be useful to you, and not just some big oaf, holding you and cooing in your ear about how he wished he could take your pain away.

“of course, pretty girl. i’ll be here as long as you need me too, i’m all yours. forever.”

slowly, your eyes shut, and your breathing had gone shallow. a few minutes later, tiny snores could be heard from your parted lips, and that’s when toji could finally relax.

he didn’t dare move a muscle, too scared that he’d stir you awake and keep you up.

it worked for a good half hour, and he even caught himself drifting off, but then his phone started vibrating, instantly souring his mood.

his phone was on do not disturb, obviously, but there was only one person who was able to call during the ten days you were both isolated from the world; satoru gojo.

he was toji’s right hand man at work, and by the grace of god managed to hold it down whenever he was away—which wasn’t very often except for special occasions like now.

he knew not to call unless it was an emergency, and was in dire need of toji’s help—and even then he should tread lightly when calling, so toji could only imagine the bullshit he was about to hear.

“this better be good,” he sighed into the phone, voice laced with pure annoyance.

“uh, yeah, we got a bit of a situation here, boss. i’m here with the couple whose house we’re workin’ on, and the wife is having a shit fit because we got the wrong hardwood flooring.”

toji could’ve sworn his heart stopped right then and there. he almost jolted up, but then he was reminded of the sleeping bunny hybrid in his arms, and let out a deep, shaky breath.

“what do you mean we got the wrong fucking— *sigh* what do mean we got the wrong wood, satoru? did she, or did she not request brazilian walnut flooring?”

“w-well that’s what i told her, but she insisted she requested brazilian cherry. her husband looks terrified of her, so you already know he’s taking her side, and now they’re threatening to pull the entire project, and—”

oh, he could’ve went into cardiac arrest right then and there.

in all the years toji has been in this line of work, he’s never had a customer so dissatisfied they wanted to stop working with him. he would be damned if that started now—right as he was about to start a family of his own.

his jaw ticked, a furrow nestling between his brows. “okay, okay, stop talking. just let me think for a sec.”

“there is no time for thinking, fushiguro! i need you to get your ass up here right now, and sort this shit out before this woman has an aneurysm. let’s not forget there’s also a couple hundred thousand dollars on the line.”

all toji could do was let his head flop back into the plush pillow beneath him, his heart feeling heavier by the moment. his fingers trailed over the soft tufts of fur on your ears, eliciting a quiet, sleepy noise from you.

you were so precious is actually strained him.

“but—but i can’t. i-i can’t just leave my wife here now! you already know how it goes, ‘toru, she needs me here—”

“well, i need you here, man! look, we’ll try to keep it brief, and fix the problem so you can get home to the missus on time, but we cannot lose this client . . . you mentioned like a day ago that you two were thinking about kids right?”

toji’s lips quirked into a small smile at the mention, “yes . . .”

“if we seal the deal with these guys, and make ‘em happy, that’s your kids college fund right. fucking. there. or better yet—! that’s money for a . . ah, what’s that shit called where you vacation before it’s born?”

“a babymoon?”

“yes! precisely! now are you with me, or are you with me? it’ll take like a half hour—forty five minutes tops.”

“yeah, plus the hour long drive it takes to get there n’ back,” he sighed, already eyeing the walk-in closet.

as much as he hated it, his mind was made up, and he was not pleased with the decision.

with a low grunt, he maneuvered your sleeping form to the side, careful not to jostle you awake. thankfully, you only stirred a bit before going still again, your face nuzzling into the plush of your pillow.

“tell those assholes not to lose their heads, n’ that i’ll be there soon.”

and with that, toji was hanging up with a frustrated grunt.

for a moment he just stared at you, lips drooping into a frown at how content you looked. he didn’t want to leave your side—not even for a moment, but selfishly enough there was too much money on the line that could be put towards his family. he had to do it.

at least that’s what he kept telling himself as he got dressed. guilt was laced in every movement he made, only making it harder for him leave you.

he trudged over to the bed, and looked down at you with nothing but love swirling in his green irises. “i’m sorry . . . so sorry, honey. i’ll be back as soon as i can—before you even wake up, i promise.”

it was a risk giving you a kiss, but he didn’t give a shit in the slightest, giving your forehead three quick kisses that simply weren’t long enough.

“i’m sorry . .” he muttered once more, his heart nearly cracking in two as he exited the bedroom.

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hi sweet girl. i’m hoping you won’t even read this, but if you are . . i promise, i won’t be gone long. 911 emergency @ work.

in fact i might even be otw home as you’re reading this!

just remember to keep a steady mind, and take care of yourself. i love you!

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the first thing that greeted you when you opened your eyes was darkness.

the bedside lamp that was once on before was now turned off, and the midday sky had now gone black thanks to daylight savings.

sleepily, you nuzzled your face into the plush of your pillow, your hand reaching over to the side in search of your husband.

strangely, you felt nothing.

your eyes snapped open, manicured fingers clenching around the cold sheet. this was odd . . . extremely odd, because even if you were asleep, and toji needed to take a piss, he’d bring you with him without a second thought.

so, where could he have gone?

“tojiiiii!” you called out, face nuzzling into the hoodie he left beside you.

when you received no answer, you slowly sat up, ears perking up to hear any noise or movement around the house.

you heard absolutely nothing.

“what—? hah,” you hunched over in pain, lashes fluttering shut as your last cramp of the evening washed over you.

it was only a matter of time before the real shit kicked in, and you’d turn into a blubbering mess with soaked panties.

“what the fuck,” you hissed, snatching up your phone. the sudden bright light stung your eyes, but what stung even more was the text you read over three times from your husband.

it was almost comical how big your eyes got, but what wasn’t funny, was the way your ears straightened and how every hair on your body stood up in anger.

“i’m . . i’m gonna kill him. i’m gonna murder him—fuck, fuck, fuck!” you whined, dramatic tears filling up your lash line already.

out of all days, toji just had to pick up a shift today? at the start of your heat? the day when it would be at its strongest, and most unbearable?

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oh my god.

i could literally strangle you right now!!!!!!!!

look at this!!!

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you’ve never sent a nude to your man out of pure anger before, but here you were; knees nearly stretched stretched to your shoulders while you held your phone out to take a pic of your soaked, panty clad pussy. the lavender colored fabric was now more of a dark purple thanks to obscene amount of slick dripping from your cunt.

with a whimper, you pressed two fingers rather roughly against your covered, clit. your body tensed, a surge of pleasure shooting down your back.

it was ridiculous at how quickly you became aroused, and usually, toji would be on his stomach first thing, nose pressed against your clit all while his skilled tongue caressed your entrance—but today for the first time since you met him, he wasn’t there.

you only suffered through three heats by yourself since you began having them, and right now, you couldn’t even remember how you were able to get through them alone.

buzz! buzz! buzz!

your breath hitched at the sound of your phone vibrating, and when you peaked over to see who it was, it was none other than the man of the hour; toji.

with a growl, you snatched your phone up and answered the call, angrily pressing the speaker button afterwards.

“you motherfuck—”

“i know! i know, i know, i knowwww—i’m an ass, and the worst husband in the world i’m so sorry, baby.”

your nostrils flared in a sigh, the furrow between your brows deepening, “why are you at work right now? what could’ve possibly been so important—more important than my heat?! the baby making?!”

you really didn’t mean to sound so bitchy—especially when you needed him, and his stupid dick more than oxygen right now, but whew!

angry wasn’t even the word.

“when are you gonna be homeeee? i’m this close to touching myself, and you know how i feel about that.”

you could hear him sigh on the other end, followed by some low curses.

“look, i know you’re really upset, and you have every right to be, but there was a situation involving a high end client that i had to take care of. they were threatening to pull the project, and that’s the last thing we need right now—especially if you’re gonna be having a baby this year . .”

and just like that, your brows drifted back into place, and the scowl on your lips was replaced with a thin line.

“you know i wouldn’t have left you there alone if it wasn’t important, sugar. fortunately for you though, we just finished up so i’ll be home within the hour.”

your teeth caught onto your bottom lip, fluffy tail twitching in excitement. before you could even realize what you were doing, your hand was trailing between your thighs, and resting on the mound of your pussy.

he always had his most attractive voice on when he apologized to you. you didn’t know if it was purposeful or not, but right now you didn’t care to know—all you knew was that it was turning you on more than it should’ve, and those images you had of yourself throttling his thick neck in anger soon turned into a fantasy.

“you’re not too mad at me, are you? i’ve missed you like crazy since i left . . . although, i did enjoy that little picture you sent.”

the small chuckle you heard on the other end had your cunt clenching around nothing almost painfully.

your brain was so muddled from horniness, you quite literally forgot the nude you sent to him out of pure irritation that quickly.

“mmcht. it wasn’t meant to arouse you, it was meant to show you how angry i am!”

“well anger has never looked so good on you before. have you taken them off yet? i know you hate the feeling of the fabric against her when she’s too wet.”

your breath hitched, trembling fingers bunching up the soft garment. irritatingly enough, he was right—you hated the feeling of sitting in slicked up panties for too long. it was a sensory overload, and not the kind that you were into.

with a huff, you were yanking them down, and kicking them to the side. “i just took ‘em off. now what’s your eta? it’s really starting to—ngh, h-hurt.”

your voice was calm, and laced with faux irritation, but it was slowly crumbling away the more your husband talked to you in that soft, low tone.

“m’on the highway now . . shouldn’t take no more than forty five minutes, maybe an hour tops if it rains. just remember to stay levelheaded, and not get frustrated with yourself, yes? your body is probably used to me helping you out, so you might not get that feeling you’re looking for by yourself.”

he was right yet again.

every brush of your fingers against your puffy clit felt like nothing but numbness compared to toji’s. you delved your fingers lower, circling them over your dripping hole to collect more wetness, and brought them back up. your clit throbbed from the light pressure you applied.

“i don’t know if i’ll survive an hour . . stay on the phone with me? please? i promise i won’t distract you from driving.”

there was some shuffling on the other end, and then he spoke low, n’ sweet—

“of course, bunny.”

a half hour later, and the thin shirt you were wearing was long discarded, hanging haphazardly off the side of the bed. you a had a pillow, tojis pillow, lodged between your thick thighs, and pathetic wasn’t even the word to describe the scene of you humping the soft cotton.

the phone sitting between your shoulder was slowly becoming slick with sweat from how quickly you were rocking your hips, and if it weren’t for tojis encouraging words going directly into your ear, you surely would’ve collapsed in a pile of defeat and tears.

“g-god, it’s not working babe! i need you here—here with me,” your words were a bit slurred, and laced with pure want.

all the sounds that left your pouted lips went straight to tojis dick, making it almost impossible for him to stay levelheaded. he needed to though—for you.

he could hear your frustration. the wavering in your voice as your fucked out brain tried to form a sentence for him.

he had to keep you calm for just a bit longer.

“jus’ go slow, baby. try to circle your hips like you do on my dick, yeah?”

you let out a high pitched whine, and slammed your phone down on the bed before pressing the speaker button. your clit felt raw against the soft material of the pillow, too spent from chasing a high that was just a few steps out of your reach.

streaks of your essence were . . . well, they were just about everywhere. a couple were at the top of the bed where you unsuccessfully tried to finger yourself, and then a few more scattered around from you basically humping the bed like that would do you any good. it was actually toji’s idea for you to use his pillow since your muddled lil brain didn’t think of it first.

“you’re doin’ so good, bunny . . m’so sorry i’m not there—but hey! you wanna know something?”

“h-hm?”

“i’m so fuckin’ hard for you right now. i promise when i get home i’m gonna put those pretty legs up n’ fuc—ahem, make love to you for hours on end. by this time next week, you’ll be pregnant. i’m sure of it.”

his words had desperate tears springing to your eyes, and streaming down your cheeks. never have you once cried from being deprived of some dick, yet here you were—borderline sobbing because toji wasn’t there to fill your guts.

it was becoming too much.

your hips jerked against the pillow rather roughly, and then . . that oh so familiar electric feeling surged throughout your body, making you collapse into the sheets, heaving and whimpering to catch your breath.

your floppy ears twitched, curling in on themselves from the overwhelming sensitivity you were feeling.

toji heard everything, of course. oh, how he wishes he could’ve seen the look on your face.

“heh, did you just cum?”

there it m was. that teasing, taunting like voice he used to make you feel smaller than you already were. his tone was soft, but there was a slight edge to it that always had your brain turning to mush.

you thought back to the time he first used it—back when you still lived in your entirely too small studio apartment, and he stayed in a dingy one bedroom above the restaurant he used to work at before he got into building houses.

you were at his place, perched in his lap with your arms wrapped around his thick neck that adorned a thin, gold chain you had gifted him, all while your tongues danced with one another.

at the time, it was rare you got to see your man with you working two jobs, and him constantly finding some kinda side hustle—so whenever you did see each other, you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.

he was hard . . hot underneath you, and was twitching like crazy making your pussy tingle in ways you didn’t even know were possible.

but what drove you over the edge were his kisses.

they were always hungry n’ full of want, stealing your breath away each time, and because he was such a greedy man, he rarely let you come up for air unless you made enough noises.

one tongue suckle, and a tender scratch behind your caramel colored ear had you whining into his mouth, your ears sticking straight up as your lower half humped rapidly into his.

“heh, so you like your ears scratched, huh? that’s real cute, bunny.”

it was the first time he called you bunny, and the first time he ever spoke to you in that tone. it made you feel embarrassed . . aroused . . restless.

safe to say, you stuck true to your nature that night, and rode him like that madwoman he made you, your lips not once leaving his even if the breathlessness burned your lungs.

“hello? bunny? where did my girl go, hm?”

and then you were brought back to reality. the ringing in your ears was no more, and black dots no longer clouded your vision—although the intense surges of need you felt in your cunt from your heat never lessened.

your lower half twitched forward, swollen clit smushing against the sticky pillow case with a wet clicking noise.

“bunny?”

“i’m here, sweetness,” you sighed, nuzzling your damp forehead into the mattress. “and i’m ready for you, so please hurry.”

and with that, you were hanging up, and swiping your phone to the side with a grunt.

feral would be the correct word to describe you right now. you felt tense . . out of body—you needed your fucking husband! your human mate, the future father to your children—the only person who could bring you down from this crazed state.

his voice wasn’t enough.

you needed to smell him . . taste him . . sink your teeth into his skin for whatever reason.

it’s been about forty five minutes now, and you could only imagine the look on your husbands face when he walks in and sees the state of his, usually composed, wife.

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just as toji pulled in front of the cottage, it began to rain like all hell. random droplets soon turned into a downpour, but that didn’t stop him from bolting full speed to the front door. he nearly busted his ass while kicking off his work boots, but he managed to get inside all in one piece, with no mud trailing behind.

you loved nature, and all it had to offer, but you without a doubt drew the line at mud being brought into your home.

he couldn’t help but wonder if that hatred would dial down once your little one comes into the world.

he blinked three times, and looked around. it was pitch black all around, but he could hear the presence of another in the house—you.

creak . . creak . . creak . . .

the unmistakable sound of your shared king size bed scraping against the hardwood floor had his nostrils flaring. a familiar warmth trickled down his lower belly, and to the tip of his cock, the thick muscle now straining against his jeans.

“my poor bunny,” he hummed, slowly making his way up the stairs. his ears perked up at the salivating noises he heard coming from the bedroom, and although his heart was heavy that you were even brought to such a state, he secretly couldn’t wait to see it.

upon entering the bedroom, toji honestly could’ve fell to his knees, and started crying.

there lay his wife—his sweet, beautiful, bunny of a wife, with not one, but two of his shirts pulled close to you doing unspeakable, disgusting things that would surely leave your cheeks burning if he ever decided to bring it up—he will.

one of the shirts, a plain, black compression shirt that he usually wore on his early morning runs was squished between your trembling thighs, meanwhile the other . . a sleep shirt he wore frequently was covering your nose n’ everything below it.

he couldn’t tell, but you were actually sucking on the shirt—you weren’t sure why . . maybe a comfort thing? it just felt right.

toji took a step forward, a small creaking sound following, and that’s what pulled you out of your daze.

he heard you take a deep inhale, and when you sat up with his shirt dangling from your teeth, he felt his heart swell. you wanted to say something—anything, but all you could mutter out was a weak—

“h-hey?”

toji tongued the inside of his cheek, his eyebrows settling back into place. “c’mere.”

just as he took three long strides forward, you were practically pouncing off the bed, your bodies meeting in a rather rough embrace.

it was like two puzzle pieces perfectly coming together. the way your arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands cupping your backside to pull you upward like it was second nature.

the kiss was messy; a clash of tongue and teeth that left you breathless, and squirming against his form.

“god, i should rip your head off for leaving me like this you . . y-you . . a-ahh.”

your head tipped back onto your shoulder, puffy lips parting as toji lifted you higher to capture one of your nipples between his lips. with the way his nose smushed against your chest, he could barely breathe, but did he care?

the noisy grunts he made against your damp skin was the answer.

“got your . . y-your nerves leaving me here all by lonesome.” one of your hands fisted at the dark hairs at the nape of his neck, making him groan. “i’ve never had sooo much trouble orgasming before—ngh, it was torture, honey.”

toji released your nipple with a pop before lowering you back down, his lips pressing against yours feverishly.

“m’gonna make it up to you, bunny, i promise . . n’ i know exactly how i’m gonna do it.”

you didn’t bother to ask any questions, or even put the energy into forming one, you just let toji do what he did best.

treat you like his personal plaything in the most loving way possible.

“you wanna undress me, or get right to it?” he spoke lowly, setting you on the edge of the bed. when your knees collided with the mattress, your arms hooked themselves around his slim waist, pulling him closer.

“mm, undress yourself n’ lemme watch,” you mumbled into his hard stomach. he smelt of cinnamon, spice, and musk—a deadly combination for someone in a situation such as yourself.

his jacket was discarded first, and then the black long sleeve shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly. the second a sliver of skin was shown, you were mouthing at it, making him grin.

his abs that he didn’t try very hard to get clenched under your soft tongue. “watch closely now,” he chuckled, veiny hands settling on his belt buckle. he undid it slowly, gauging your every reaction with a predatory stare.

“o-oh!” your lips parted in a moan when he wrapped the belt along the back of your neck. the leather was cool against your scorching skin, and when he tugged justtt a little bit, your chin was pressing against the thick bulge in his jeans.

“let me have it, honey . . please.”

with a groan, toji released the belt, and cupped your cheeks in his rough palms. “as long as you keep on lookin’ at me like that, you can have anything you want from me, gorgeous.”

your eyes never once left his as you pulled his jeans down almost torturously slow. brown irises that were usually so soft n’ bright were eaten up by your blown out pupils, giving you that dazed, spacey look like an actual bunny.

“you’re so hard . . does it hurt?”

his breath hitched when you hooked two manicured fingers in the waistband of his gray briefs. “just a little—nothing compared to what you’ve been dealing with though, my strong girl.”

your nose ran along the veins that trailed into his briefs, and without an ounce of shame, you inhaled . . deeply.

toji’s musk was something you were more addicted to than anything on this earth. it was so uniquely him, and never failed to make your mouth water, even after all these years of being married.

“stop torturing yourself, n’ suck it, baby. shaking like a leaf down there.”

and he wasn’t lying—you were almost vibrating in excitement, but it was only in your nature to get your fill of his enticing scent.

with a quick tug, toji’s briefs were pulled down mid thigh, exposing his most mouth watering appendage.

toji was big . . like intimidatingly big. he had the kind of dick that would have literally anyone’s eyes bug out of their head. he was so long n’ thick, that it didn’t even stand up . . . no, no—it just sat hot and heavy on his muscly thigh with thick, shiny globs of pre dribbling from the tip. two thick, mean veins throbbed on the underside, and trailed all the way down his base where a coarse patch of jet black hair was. he didn’t like the clean shaven look, but he also didn’t like the unshaven look because in his opinion, it made him look rather beastly—he eventually found a happy medium that worked for the both of you, though.

the tip, pretty as ever, was a dark pink color that matched his full lips perfectly, but if he waited long enough, like now—it’d eventually turn into this deep mauve pinkish color. the underside beneath was terribly sensitive, and he constantly had to remind you that since it was your favorite spot to lick at.

“remember,” he spoke lowly, gripping your chin between two fingers, “this is all about you. whatever position, whatever pace . . anything you want, i’ll give it to you. jus’ make sure you don’t overdo it n’ pass out on me, okay?”

there was a slight humerus tone in his words, but his eyes were as serious as ever.

as silly as it sounded, you had a slighttt problem with not knowing your limits, but how could you when your husband had the stamina of a bull hybrid! it didn’t matter if he came twice or five times, his dick would still be hard, and ready to give you more cum if you were ready for it.

“i can’t make any promises, but i will try my absolute best,” you grinned up at him, already looking cockdrunk just from his scent.

“that’s my girl—hah, m-my good girl,” he hummed, patting over your messy curls as you gripped his cock gently.

your tongue poked out, carefully tracing around the bulbous tip before licking over his slit. it was salty, but because of his healthy diet, there was this slight sweetness that had you drooling.

before toji met you, he was surviving off of takeout from his job and instant ramen, but once you came into the picture, his eating habits became a top priority of yours—not because you wanted to change the he looked or make him feel bad, but because you wanted him to feel like his best, most healthiest self.

“you need more fiber in your diet, babe.”

“this ramen contains soooo much sodium, you’d be better off with me making it for you with some extra stuff added!”

“we live in a society where people are dying more n’ more often because they aren’t getting enough fiber! you need need fiber—you got any lentils in here or something?”

one would think this might be annoying, but it actually made toji’s heart swell that you cared so much for him.

and because of this diet change, he started feeling better mentally and physically! he sleeps better, is wayyyy less tired, less sluggish, and now you can actually swallow his cum instead of making that face like you did the first few times he nutted in your mouth.

“tastes really good . .” you muttered, pink tongue swiping over your bottom lip before fully wrapping your lips around the oozing tip.

“mm, yeah. been eating more fruit lately if you haven’t noticed.” his eyes flicked down to yours, and he could’ve busted right there just from how precious you looked beneath him. if he could have any image burned into his brain for eternity—it would be the sight of your glazed over eyes looking up at him like he handcrafted all the planets, and the stars by hand. “you’re so beautiful y’know that? prettiest little bunny that ever walked this earth.”

you hummed at the praise, removing the tip from your mouth to press wet, sloppy kisses up n’ down the length of him. “you gonna still think that even when i’m blown up like beach ball?”

while you thought your little joke was funny, toji could only snarl, and wrap a fist around your hair, pulling you back. “don’t talk like that . . even as a joke. i already know your body is gonna start lookin’ a bit different n’ i don’t want you to think for even a second that it would make me any less attracted to you. i love your body now, and i will love your pregnant body, and then the mommy body you will have afterwards just as much.”

woah . . .

you didn’t expect toji to say such sweet words, but they had your hormonal brain in a whirl. you didn’t know why, but him talking about your ‘mommy body’ made you want to cry.

just another reminder that this was all very much real and happening.

“don’t get all emotional on me now, baby.” his snarl was replaced by a soft smile, and the grip he once had on your hair was now nothing more than him just cupping the back of your head. “i didn’t mean to get all sappy . . just had to let you know that real quick, even though you should already know.”

“i do, honey, i do. you’re so sweet to me,” your voice was low, breathy, n’ seductive as ever as you pressed a tongue filled kiss to the spot below his tip. his cock twitched against your lips, smearing the tiniest bit of pre on the side of your jaw. “you’re gonna be such a good daddy.”

“fuck—and, you’re gonna be such a good fuckin’ momma. c’mere—”

in this moment toji didn’t much of a damn about his own pleasure. all he wanted to do was get wrapped up in you! he wanted to smell you, taste you, caress any part of your supple skin that he could get his hands on.

so to satiate both of your needs, in came one of his favorite positions; the sixty-nine position.

it was a favorite of his for many reasons, and at the top of that list was the mutual pleasure you both got from being able to give to the other at the same time.

toji was now completely undressed, back pressed against a mountain of pillows all while he held your hips in a firm grip. your weeping cunt was just inches from his lips, looking more enticing than ever all slicked up n’ puffy for him.

you are already working on his dick, kiss bitten lips slobbering all around the length while you tried to keep your gag reflex at bay.

“makin’ me feel so good down there, bunny,” he groaned, pressing a sweet kiss to your clit. when he pulled away, a line of your essence stuck to his bottom lip, keeping you connected. “come closer . . put that pussy on me.”

your hips lowered slightly, and you could practically feel toji’s smirk burning into your skin, until you finally felt the familiar pleasure of his tongue caressing your clit.

he was soft with it as always, because you hated when men used to lick your pussy too hard. you didn’t know there was such a thing as receiving some actual good head until toji became yours. maybe it was because he was a few years older, or maybe he just had the common sense, but there was a never time you had to fake an orgasm or a moan with him.

he took his time no matter where you were, or what time of day it was, because there was no sense in rushing something as sensual as eating pussy.

the only downside to him being so good at it, was that it made it so hard for you to concentrate on sucking him off!

when you pulled off of his cock with a lewd pop, he let out a long exhale, and relaxed more into the bed. the center of his tongue laved over your swollen button, alternating between moving left and right, and slow figure eights.

“gosh, honey,” you mewled, lips curling into an adorable pout. this . . this was the feeling that you had been waiting for ever since you woke up about two and a half hours ago, and although waiting for toji that long had you feeling less than ungodly, he was more than worth the wait.

toji mumbled something incoherent into the soft skin of your folds, and then brought a hand up to touch softly at your tail.

besides your ears, your tail was one of the most sensitive parts of you—a part only toji is allowed to even think about touching. the feeling of his skillful fingers running over the soft, white tufts of fur never failed to get you noisy.

“s-soft, honey, soft please . .” your head drooped forward, and your hips completely dropped, engulfing toji between your soaked thighs. “oh fuck, y-your nose!” you squealed, moving forward only for toji to pull you right back, his nose prodding at your entrance once more.

“keep still,” he growled into your pussy, pulling away only slightly to get some air. his lips smacked together noisily, making your cheeks heat up. “the more i make you cum, the more likely my cum will take when i finish inside you. now relax, n’ put me back in your mouth—don’t even gotta try to make me cum. just keep daddy warm.”

if you weren’t already in subspace before, you were surely submerged in it now thanks to that last sentence.

it was a name you didn’t use often, but when it was used, trust the night always ended in a blur for you.

“okay *huff* i-i can do that, daddy,” you parroted the name back to him, and took his cock back into your mouth, only stopping when he was halfway in. he was a mouthful, and you loved it. the dizzying feeling of all your senses being consumed by nothing, but him was nothing short of addictive.

“there you go,” he hissed, spreading your folds with both thumbs so he could spit right on your entrance. the clear glob of saliva mixed right in with your juices, and dribbled down the mound of your pussy. “good pussy,” he muttered before sucking your clit between his plush lips.

your hips had a mind of their own, alternating between swaying side to side, and moving back and forth so you could feel his nose graze your entrance.

“m’gonna cum, baby. i-i’m—hah!”

that ringing you heard earlier returned as your second orgasm of the night washed over in harsh waves. your hips jerked violently, but toji kept a firm grip on you, so he could continue eating with no interruptions. his tongue swirled over your abused button before cupping it, and suckling on it once more to milk your orgasm for all it was worth.

“oouu shit,” toji moaned into your cunt, his thighs flexing when you squeezed roughly at the tip of his cock. “gimme one more, n’ daddy’ll fuck you nice and sweet.”

he pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, the scarred side of his lips quirking up when you jerked forward. “that sound good to you, bunny?”

you didn’t say anything, too far in your daze to even register his words. all that you knew was that you needed more. your eyes flicked down to toji’s neglected dick, and you almost whined at the sight.

he looked even bigger than usual, stretching nearly to be the size of your forearm. the tip had somehow gotten darker, and the mess that oozed from it only got bigger, smearing across his pale thigh.

it was honestly a wonder how he managed to bottom out every time you had sex.

back when it was your first time with him, you admitted out loud, and quite nervously that there was just no way he’d be able to make it fit. his response . . ?

“don’t worry. i’ll make it fit tonight, and all the days after that.”

and he did, but never once with an ounce of roughness, unless you asked for it.

smack! smack!

your chest arched into toji’s abdomen, a stinging sensation now traveling all across the expanse of your right ass cheek. “o-owww! what’d you do that for?” you glanced over your shoulder, lips wobbling into a pout.

toji smooched at the warm skin, his tongue lolling out to soothe the burning feeling. “because i asked you a question, and you didn’t respond . . needed to get your attention some way.”

before you could even respond, toji was licking a fat stripe up your pussy, his tongue circling over your entrance, and pushing in carefully.

a pleasurable furrow settled between your brows, “if you wanted my—my attention, all you had to do was speak up a littleeee—fuck me!”

“mmph—i’m gettin’ to it, mama.”

he was making out with your pussy as this point, and you were leaking like a faucet. creamy dribbles of your cum mixed with spit trailed down his jaw and neck, but the mess didn’t even bother him. it only encouraged him to keep going.

maybe this was a little mean of him, but toji was in a mood to tease you, and what better way to do that than mess with your most sensitive spot?

while he sucked your dewy folds between his shiny lips, two of his fingers circled over your tail before pressing down hard on the area above it. that pressure point right there was your weakness above all weakness, rendering you at his mercy entirely.

“o-oh my . . oh geez . .” your upper body slumped forward, making the lower half push more into toji’s eager tongue. his fingers continued to massage that area above your tail, easing up only slightly on the pressure so you wouldn’t become overstimulated too quickly.

all you could do was move your hips in synch with his tongue, your third orgasm of the night approaching faster than you anticipated.

toji backed away only an inch with a loud smacking sound, his tongue poking out to swipe over his lips and chin. “you’ve gone completely limp. you’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

your eye twitched when you felt the rough pads of his fingertips ghost over your folds, simply feeling up how wet and soft you were. you clenched around nothing, hips bucking forward in a silent plea for him to work you open with those same fingers.

“i can’t do nothin’ until you open that mouth, and use your words.”

smack!

the same hand that was once messing with your tail, came down on your ass hard with a loud swatting sound. “i know what you want . . you want these, right?” his fingers tapped gently at your clit, creating a wet, dewy noise.

“yes . . y-yes, daddy.”

“mm, don’t worry. i’m gonna give ‘em to you.”

he brought his fingers up to his lips, and wetted them up with his tongue—though it wasn’t really needed with how wet, and eager you were to have something stuff your needy cunt.

after being together for almost a decade, toji knew the ins and outs of your body so fucking well. even the little things such as which fingers you preferred most (his ring and middle fingers).

they always curled just right, knocking against that special spot deep inside of you that had you drooling—and when he added his thumb into the mix?? quickest way to get you squirting for him.

which was what he was trying to accomplish now, because why not?

he needed to get your insides nice n’ ready to take his seed, and he was willing to do it by any means possible—even if it meant making you shed a couple tears of overstimulation.

he could hear you sniffling into the sheets . . the way you nails clawed at them in pleasure. you wanted so desperately to move away just a little so you could catch your breath, but the arm toji had slung across your lower back kept you in place.

his fingers moved quick, but his thumb was slow—a talent that you didn’t even know was possible until you met him.

“m’gonna cum, babe, i can’tttt,” you sobbed into the sheets, cunt clenching around toji’s fingers so tight it almost slowed their movements.

“i can tell. looks like it’s gonna be a messy one, bunny.” his fingers pressed down harshly on your g-spot, and moved in slow circles before they continued to fuck back into you.

you were dripping everywhere.

down his wrist, on his chest, down the sides of your trembling thighs. the sounds your pussy was making were just as lewd. a suction-y, wet noise that increased as the seconds ticked by.

he wanted a taste. just a small suckle to your clit to clean it of the cream that covered it, but you were too far gone to have your orgasm stalled any longer.

your body jerked, pedicured feet kicking wildly against the bed, “i’m cummin’, daddy—please!”

at first it was a couple droplets . . then a steady stream . . and soon it turned into a full on fountain, covering toji’s chest and collarbone.

swiftly, he removed his fingers, and latched onto your pussy, his tongue swirling around the entirety of it as you rode out your high. his hands grabbed roughly at your waist, and dragged you up n’ down on his tongue. you, being the fucked out bunny you were, surrendered to him completely, and let him get his fill.

“oh my fuckin’ goodness,” you mewled out. another fresh batch of hot tears brimmed at your lash line, and embarrassingly enough, you could feel a line of drool trailing down your jaw.

“alright now,” toji chuckled, giving your clit one last suckle before releasing it with a lewd smack. “don’t need you passing out on me before we even get to the main event.”

he eventually got you on your back, your head now resting prettily on the same mountain of pillows he was once laying on. your thighs were draped over his, and he was basically hovering over you, giving you nowhere else to look besides in his eyes—or so he thought!

“hey . . cmon now. lemme see that pretty face—i need to see it,” he grinned, bringing a finger up to stroke at one of your ears that was currently covering your face.

“that was a lot, honey. you’ve never eaten me like that before n’ now i feel embarrassed.” your body grew hot remembering the sounds that flew past your lips not even five minutes ago.

“mmcht.”

one of your ears perked up, revealing your right eye. toji was still staring down at you, his lips pulled into a thin, unamused line. “you’re embarrassed because i was eating your pussy too good? that’s a new one. now lemme see the rest of your face, or i’ll leave you to handle this with your fingers.” the tip of his dick rubbed between your sopping folds, only pulling away once he saw that you were enjoying it too much.

you huffed, slowly lifting your ears completely so he could see you.

your eyes were a little red and puffy from crying, which was unfortunate because there would only be more tears to come. your lips were swollen . . a bit raw from chewing on them to keep yourself grounded to earth while he was giving you head.

“there she is . . . my pretty little wife. you ready for me, mama? ready for me to put a baby in this cute belly?” his hand ran over the pudge of your stomach, and then trailed up your chest to wrap around your throat. his hand wrapped around his cock, carefully circling the fat tip around your entrance to collect some of your slick.

you welcomed his touch, melting more into the pillows as the pouring rain outside lulled you more into sub space.

“m’ready for you, honey. been ready for days actually,” you grinned, wiggling your ear under his jaw to tickle him. “i love you.”

almost instantaneously, toji’s eyes softened. the hand that was wrapped around your neck, moved upward to cup your jaw. he kissed you slow n’ sensual, tongue licking over yours because you loved his nasty kisses.

when he pulled away, your lips chased after his absentmindedly, bringing a smirk to his lips. “i love you, bunny. wanna love you forever . .”

“and you will, you big oaf. this is it, this is all i’ll ever need.” emotions were starting to run high, and you both felt it. you could hear the way toji’s heart thudded against his ribcage at your words. not out of nervousness, but of pure love and adoration for the woman beneath him.

your mouths dropped open, synchronized and all as toji pushed the first inch of his cock past your opening. “ngh—who woulda’ thought i’d go from a broke fry cook to a husband who’s rich in more ways than one. heh, my parents would fuckin’ flip.”

when you cupped his cheeks, toji leaned down more until his forehead was grazing yours. his skin was still smooth from shaving that same morning, the smell of aftershave lingering into your nose.

“i’m sure your parents would be very pleased to see that their son started his own housing company, and family. don’t worry though . . they’re watching, and they’re gonna see what a good dad you’ll be. m’sure of it, sweetness—oh!”

in the midst of your sappy rant, toji took it upon himself to sheath the entirety of his cock inside you in one, swift thrust.

truth be told, toji was dangerously on the verge of tears, and he feared that allowing the salty droplets to fall on your cheeks would embarrass him greatly—even though you’ve scolded him many times about doing such a thing.

his lips were pressed firmly against your forehead, eyes squeezed shut so tight it almost hurt. “i won’t move, don’ worry. just feel me,” he mumbled into your skin, hiking one of your thighs over his slim waist.

oh, you felt him alright—all eight and a half inches.

he was so fucking hard, every protruding vein along the base thrumming against your gooey walls. his tip was nearly kissing your cervix, yet another thing you’d never experienced until you met him.

when you would hear your girlfriends, or even read in your romance novels about the women ‘feeling him in their stomachs’, you couldn’t help but scoff.

now you know exactly what the poor, but also very lucky women, meant.

toji filled your guts so much it made you dizzy sometimes, but he knew how to work your body well enough to not cause any actual pain.

a sore behind and thighs was as extreme as it got for you, and that’s how toji intended to keep it for the rest of his days.

“you feel me, baby? all that love i got for you?”

you sighed almost dreamily, your lashes fluttering rapidly. “i do, honey . . . feels r-really good.”

your words brought a smile to his lips. teasingly, he set his pointer and middle finger right on the top of your mound. he pretended they were a pair of legs, and moved them an inch further. “feel me right here?”

you gave him a smile that matched his own, already knowing the game he was playing. “a bit higher, honey.”

“hmm, right here?”

“higher.”

“oh? so, right here then?”

“higher.”

his fingers stopped just below your naval, where a barely visible bulge sat. “you’re just stroking my ego now, gorgeous, but—oh? what’s this . .”

suddenly, his palm pressed down, hard. out of instinct your foot kicked at his lower back, a whine now brewing in the back of your throat.

“thereeee it is. n’ you’re taking it so well—almost like you were made for me.” his nose brushed against yours, pulling you out of small daze you were in.

your hands flew beneath his underarms, and wrapped securely around his rippling back, pulling him as close as possible. his body was your shield at this point, covering you completely like the warmest of blankets. your fingers sprawled out, nails tickling his back n’ making him purr. not so much like a house cat, more like . . a panther. it was a deep noise that rumbled in his chest, bringing you more serenity than the rain pelting the roof.

“because i was made for you. haven’t i already told you that the universe brought us together for a reason? you know how it goes, baby—if my date would’ve never stood me up . .”

“then i would’ve never been able to make the prettiest bunny i ever saw my famous steak and shrimp bowl to cheer her up. i gotta say the one thing that tool did right was recommend you eat there . . wasn’t everyday a man saw a beauty like yourself.” he drew his hips back, then slowly pushed forward, his forehead gently smushing against yours. “i think about that day almost everyday, baby. the day my life—our lives changed forever.”

you had full intentions of having toji put you through the mattress the second he slipped inside you, but now all you wanted to do was go slow. make love like it was your last time seeing each other. so dramatic, but oh so good.

“that feel good? sounds like she’s enjoying it,” he chuckled, slithering his arm beneath your back to pull you closer. his strokes were slow, but precise, the curved end knocking against your deepest parts with ease.

“mhmmmm.”

“sounds real messy too. bet she’s creamin’ all over me.” the sounds your pussy made were deafening, but in the best way possible. each time pushed in, a loud squelching noise followed, and whenever he pulled out, the white, frothy ring of cream around the base became more prominent.

your nails dug into his back, red streaks lifting not too far behind. “she is, daddy—oh shit, shit, shit—!”

toji cut off your curses with a kiss, his hips stilling only a moment so he could circle them a few times. “fuck yeah she is.”

the poor, wooden headboard nearly split in half from how hard toji grabbed it, his thrust quickening only slightly. his balls felt so heavy with cum, and it didn’t help how petal soft your ass felt smacking against them.

he was already close to cumming. so fucking close.

and from the sounds of it, you weren’t too far behind either. an adorable symphony of moans and ‘ah ah ah’s!’ spilled loudly past your kiss bitten lips left and right, echoing throughout the master bedroom.

it was times like this when toji reallyyyy loved living out in nature, and away from the city. before, when you would have sex at your apartment or his, you were always so self conscious of the noises you made, even going as far as covering your mouth to prevent them from spilling out. it didn’t make things better when the one time you actually let loose, and let them out, you got a complaint from your next door neighbor the very next morning, which left you utterly embarrassed, and toji pissed off beyond words because how dare they try to silence his beloveds pretty noises.

don’t worry, though. during your final night there before moving, toji paid you a visit that involved lots of wine, and once you were tipsy enough, he fucked you against the wall so hard that when you left the next morning, that same neighbor couldn’t even bring themselves to make eye contact—let alone complain.

good fucking riddance, honestly.

things were different now. any loud noises you made in your personal moments were drowned out by nature, not to be heard by no one else, but the trees, wind, and curious deer.

“fuck m’gonna cum, daddy—i’m cumming, i—!” your words sat heavy on your tongue, almost like molasses.

toji’s arm removed itself from beneath you, and maneuvered back up, his hand wrapping itself securely around your throat. he squeezed harder, and then a little harder, until he felt your silken walls spasm around his cock.

“that’s right, bunny. get it out for me,” he growled, squeezing justtt a bit harder, nearly, but not entirely, cutting off your airway.

you loved that shit. having your breath taken away for just a mere few seconds before your orgasm hit, and then—

“tojiiii!”

everything went white, and your ears suddenly felt as if they had cotton stuffed in them from how muffled everything sounded. your body went completely limp, and that’s when toji released his grip on your neck, though you still found it hard to find your breath.

“shitttt, baby.” toji’s hand pushed up on your mound, exposing your clit more to the cool air. “keep cummin’ on that dick. please don’t stop,” he gasped, mossy green eyes zeroing in on the steady stream of cum that soaked his cock, and the sheets below.

“god, i think m’gonna—”

those words were like a trigger, bringing you back to reality for just a split second so you could wrap your legs tightly around his waist. because you were a bunny hybrid, it was just in your genes to have impressive leg strength. so when your legs locked around him, toji knew there was no breaking free.

“yes, yes, yes—god dammit!” toji’s hips stilled, abs clenching wildly over n’ over until a familiar warmth flooded your lower belly. you glanced up to peek at his face, and he looked . . well, he looked beautiful.

his eyes were squeezed shut, black lashes dusting over his pink, heated cheeks. the blissed out pout on his lips was almost adorable, and the way he scrunched his nose up almost reminded you of yourself.

“mmmm, fuck me. jesus . . you alright down there?” your husband panted, hesitantly cracking one eye open, and then the other. “you look spacey, mama. you need a break?”

he stroked tenderly at one of your ears, making your lashes flutter. the fur felt almost cottony between his fingers.

“no, i’m okay. in fact, we’re just getting started, sweetness,” you grinned, fingertips grazing over the risen, red streaks across his back. “don’t forget m’still in heat. i got the stamina of, like, a thousand bunnies right now.”

“ah, i actually forgot you were in heat for a second. usually we’d be turning the bed into splinters right now—instead we’re just makin’ love like a coupla’ saps.” carefully, he removed his hand from the headboard, and kneeled upright, now towering over over you.

his hands ran over the tops of your thighs before pushing them upward. “now that’s quite the sight,” he chuckled, low and teasing as he examined how utterly stuffed you looked.

your bunny cunt, all battered and puffy was soaked beyond belief with a mixture cum and spit—just the way toji liked.

“spit on it.”

toji glanced up, and there you were with the teeniest of smirks on your lips. the tips of your ears were slightly curled—a silent indicator that you were feeling rather playful or naughty.

he tongued at the inside of his cheek, “you nasty little . .”

his hips drew back an inch, an obnoxious wet noise echoing throughout the room. his cock was shiny from the white, translucent mixture you both created. it made his mouth water, a dollop of saliva pooling on the center of his tongue.

he puckered his lips, green eyes never once leaving yours as he let that saliva fall directly onto your exposed clit with a wet plap!

“that what you wanted, babe?”

“mhmmm. now make me cum again.”

and so he did . . a lot . . like a lot, a lot.

usually, you’d be passed out by now, or at least on the verge, but your heat gave you enough stamina to keep up with him.

he had you in missionary again, and then a mating press so he could you fuck faster, harder. you couldn’t believe this man actually had your knees touching your ears, all while his thighs smacked violently against the back of yours. that was when he came in you a second time, his cum coating your fluttering walls in milky ropes.

it was messy, dripping straight from your pussy, and down the pudge of your stomach. toji, thrived in the mess, his thumb running sloppy circles around your throbbing button to trigger another orgasm from you.

“oh my fuckin’ god . .” your words came out as a sob when you came, fat tears now falling down the sides of your face. “t-take it out, daddy—take it out!”

toji pulled out with a grunt, his lips curling into a handsome snarl. “there you fuckin’ go. look at that pussy cummin’ all pretty for me.” his tip slapped continuously against your sticky clit, dragging on your orgasm as long as possible.

finally, after what felt like hours, he was lowering your legs back down with a heavy sigh. “c’mon—grab onto me, mama.” he leaned down with a grin, damp, black hairs tickling your forehead.

you bit back a dopey smile, and wrapped your arms around his neck. “what if we waste some . . you know what.”

you were answered with a kiss. it was sloppy, and slow, almost making you forget what you even asked him in the first place.

toji sat back on his knees, keeping you hovered just a few inches above his dick. “there’s plenty more where there came from, and we got nine more days to go after this. i’ll bet you, you’ll be able pregnant with some twins by the time i’m done with you.”

twins.

a boy, and a girl—or bet yet, two girls.

toji would make an excellent girl dad. he was so patient, understanding, a good listener. all things you would want your little girls to want in a man.

“oh, that got you a little excited, huh?” he snickered, gently tapping on your twitching tail.

“is that a promise, honey? i just got the cutest little daydream of me, n’ two little girls who look like you, swiping your credit card all day.” you brushed your nose against his, biting back a giggle.

tojis eyes fluttered shut, his forehead drooping softly onto your collarbone. “nothing would make me happier. seriously.”

you weren’t sure what the next position was called, but toji basically lost all sense as he slung your knees over his forearms, and bounced you on his lap like a dog in a rut.

it was quick, sloppy, loud.

between your blissed out moans, toji’s overly loud groans, skin slapping on skin—the thunderstorm outside was now nothing more than a distant memory.

“you’re—you’re fucking me so good, ‘ji. i *huff* i can’t even think straight.” your nails dug into the straining muscles of his back for the second time that night, adding more red streaks on top of the others.

it hurt like a bitch, but toji thrived on the pain. it only encouraged him fuck you even harder.

“just. don’t. forget. to breathe,” he growled out, bouncing you on his cock with each word. “i swear . .” he muttered, lowering you down until he was fully sheathed between your gooey walls, “the way you feel right now is makin’ me wanna marry you all over again.”

you smiled, “yeah?”

“heh, yeah. maybe we should renew our vows soon, and remake our wedding night tape.” he whispered the last part into the skin of your neck, his tongue lolling out a second later to lick over the sweaty skin.

you clenched at the mention of your sex tape. it was the first of many, and was made to preserve that special night forever. not including breaks, the video was almost three hours long, and consisted of footage that showed both of you at your most feral.

you didn’t like to watch, or even mention it much—only because it made you blush like crazy, and toji loved to tease you for being bashful. the only time you will sit, and fully watch it through is on july seventeenth. your wedding anniversary.

“i don’t think we could ever recreate that. i came so hard that night, i thought i was going into the light,” you giggled, breathlessly and bashful making toji grin. his dark lashes fluttered when you cupped the back of his head, dark locs slightly damp beneath your fingertips. “but, i do agree that we should renew our vows one day. maybe on our babymoon!”

“you know it’s funny,” he paused, pink tongue darting out to run over his bottom lip, “satoru mentioned a babymoon earlier too . . said that when all the money comes through we should use it for that. it’s starting to sound more n’ more like a good idea.”

toji could see it now—the two of you in another country, preferably one that’s warm year round, and embracing each others company. you’d have a little bump by then, all round n’ cute, and because you were you, he knew you’d be using your belly as an accessory—something to match with your outfits, and make them even more cuter than they already were.

he’d make love to you every night, careful not to push you too hard or put any strain on your body—but ask nicely enough, and he may reconsider it.

“we could always go back to greece, or i know you’ve been wanting to go to thailand. d-does that sounds nice? i heard the water there is—mmm . . beautiful.” all while asking you these questions, he steadily began moving you up and down on his cock, making sure to bottom out each time.

you were so warm, he just couldn’t deal, and have you stray away for too long. that’s why he only pulled out a couple inches before hurriedly sliding back inside.

“you’re rambling, babe,” you let out a giggle that was interrupted by a moan, your head tilting back onto your shoulders.

“fuck, i know—i’m sorry.”

suddenly, your back was colliding with the mattress rather roughly, and toji’s body was serving as your shield once again, preventing you from looking at anything that wasn’t him.

his thrusts were quick, but deep, hips pulling back only briefly before dropping forward. “i love you—love you so much, bunny.”

“i love you m-more, sweetness.”

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four months later . . .

“look, look—you tell that asshole that the timeframe to get all that shit done is simply impossible, and that we don’t do rush jobs no matter how much he offers. if he has anything else to say, he can leave me a voicemail that will not be listened to for the next two weeks. now don’t call me again unless someone has died on the site.”

“gotcha, boss. you two have a fun babymoon! tell the missus i said hello!”

the scarred side of toji’s lips lifted into a small, but grateful smile. “thank you, satoru. see ya when i get back.”

click!

after ending the call, toji made quick work to switch his phone off, not wanting any interruptions for the rest of the night. it was day three of your two week vacation in bali, and so far he’s only received two phones calls, which was two phone calls too many.

“was that satoru? is everything alright?” he heard you call from the bathroom, followed by some rustling noises.

he pushed off of the king sized bed, his head tilting to the side to crack his neck. “yeah, baby, jus’ some shit with work. nothing that can’t wait a few weeks, though.” when approaching the bathroom, he stopped at the entrance, his large form leaning against the door in an annoyingly attractive way. “you look pretty.”

“i’m naked, toji,” you giggled, reaching your arms out for him. he happily obliged, and closed the gap between your bodies—well, closed it as best as he could with a decent sized bump in the way.

his lips pressed against yours softly, “you gonna need some help putting that on?” he muttered, head tilting slightly toward the container of shea butter on the porcelain sink. the warm, muggy air had melted it just a little, making it the perfect consistency to apply with little trouble.

“you know i am . . especially on my back. maybe you could massage it a little as you go? . .” you ended your sentence with a bashful smile, the tips of yours ears curling slightly.

toji hummed, kissing your lips three times, each one longer than the last. “do you need to sit before we get started?”

“m’okay, honey.”

toji was careful, but firm as he rubbed the earthy scented shea butter over the expanse of your back. when he reached your shoulders, you let out a small groan, and leant forward using the sink to keep your balance.

“these two sure are getting heavy for me only being eighteen weeks,” you muttered, nose twitching cutely from the pressure being applied to the middle of your shoulder blades.

yes, you heard that correctly—two.

either the goddess of fertility heard your prayers the night you conceived them loud and clear, or toji just had magic sperm—something that he personally liked to believe.

toji grinned, scooping up more shea butter with two fingers. his naked chest pressed into your back, a searing heat traveling all along your tingling skin. ever so gently, he began to rub the butter all across your belly.

“your body just isn’t used to carrying all this precious cargo, mama. m’gonna try to help relieve you as much as i can though.” just as he finished speaking, his hands cupped underneath your belly, and pulled it up only slightly.

and then, you were met with intense relief.

you relaxed into toji’s chest, head tilting back until it was met with his beefy pectoral. “that feels nice . . . i need you to do this at least five times a day.” the laugh you let out was sweet, but tired.

you were ecstatic to be carrying twins—girl twins at that, but you couldn’t deny the slight strain that came with carrying them. your posture was slightly changing, causing some of the most irritant back pain you’ve ever experienced, and your feet were already starting to shift to the swole side. everything nowadays was just so dang sore.

there was nothing you would change about it, though.

all these sore muscles only meant more massages from toji, and it was so beautiful, and fascinating to see your belly change throughout the days that passed. according to your first time mommy book of many—your girls were currently the size of mangos, which you found utterly adorable each time you thought about it.

“i’ll do it as much as you need me to, beautiful,” murmured into the silk scarf wrapped around your hair. “just don’t go falling asleep on me.”

“can’t make any promises, honey . . unless you have any ideas on how to wake me up.”

his thick brow raised, thumbs now tracing medium sized circles into the sides of your stomach. “oh?”

your suggestive tone threw him off just a little. with all the new changes happening to your body, you haven’t been on the sexual side very much—which toji never minded, of course. it only just made him yearn more for you, and instead of jerking off that yearning feeling, he put it into taking care of you, and the two growing lives inside your womb.

he rubbed your sore feet whenever his hands weren’t busy with something else . . he created a mix of different herbs, and oil to put into your hair, and the fur of your ears since you couldn’t take your fish oil supplements . . and most recently, you were under a morning sickness spell that lasted way longer than just the morning, and toji was there behind you every time—rubbing your back, and brushing your teeth for you afterwards, because vomiting your guts out four to seven times a day was exhausting to say the least.

and those things only scratched the service of what he’s done. you couldn’t even begin to imagine how doting he’ll be once the babies were born.

moral of the story is, his acts of service never went unnoticed—especially right now when he looked so relaxed n’ handsome.

carefully, he set eased your stomach back down, mumbling an abundance of apologies into the crown of your head. “is there anything in particular you’d like to do, my love? it’s your vacation, and anything you want goes . . unless it’s, like jet skiing, or some shit,” he grinned, laying a wet kiss into the crook of your neck.

the conversation you were having didn’t stop toji from continuing to moisturize you. he scooped another handful of shea butter into his hand, and got on his knees, “turn please.”

you hummed out a small laugh, and turned around. “you’ve been so sweet to me lately. sweeter than you’ve ever been . .” your hand eased upward, placing itself on his dark locs. while he rubbed the shea butter into your petal soft legs and thighs, you scratched at his scalp, the grin you were sporting growing wider by the minute.

“and i’ll only keep getting sweeter the older we get.” he laid a sweet kiss on the inside of your thigh, leaving a tingling feeling in your cunt that you haven’t felt for quite a bit. “now what did you have in mind for us tonight?”

before you spoke, he was up again, softened hands cupping your enlarged breasts, “i’ll be extra gentle up here.”

he was careful, calculated, making sure not to run his thumbs over your tender nipples because they were now more sore than they weren’t. he couldn’t deny how divine your breasts had become. they were fuller, pretty, and sometimes they’d even leak a creamy white, yellowish substance.

‘can i try?’ always laid heavy on his tongue, but the six five man was more bashful about it than anything he’s ever experienced. plus, he never wanted you to think he was over-sexualizing you or your body with the greedy request.

and usually whenever he did this, you’d just relax, and melt into his touch . . maybe even doze off a little, but tonight something was different. tonight, you kinda wanted him to—

“you wanna put them in your mouth?”

it was almost comical the way he froze with your breasts still cupped securely. “what was that?”

“or maybe i could . . i could just . .”

when toji realized you were getting ready to kneel, he went into full husband mode, and held onto your hands to make it easier for you. “hey now—what’re you doin’ down there, baby? your knees are gonna start—hah . . h-hurting . . . n’ the babies . .” his words trailed off when he looked below.

floppy ears tickled the skin of his bare abdomen as you nuzzled your face into his crotch area, those big brown eyes of yours flicking up to his a second later. “my knees, and the babies are fine, sweetness. i just wan’ you.”

thankfully, there was a white, fluffy rug beneath you cushioning the extra weight—otherwise you would be saying something very different.

“i know my body, and my body is telling me to suck my husband off. you got a problem with that?”

your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pajama pants, and his breath hitched. “no . . n-no, ma’am.”

it’s been a while since you’ve given toji head, not that he pays much attention to it anyway. between work, doctors appointments, and making sure all your needs were met—he never had the time to dwell on such things.

this was a nice treat for him, though. he’s never felt more grateful.

“how’re you doing? i know things were getting a bit stressful before we left,” you whispered, tugging his pjs down with one, swift pull. he was half hard, and plumping up with each second that ticked by.

“m’doin’ good, mama. last coupla’ weeks were just a little bit more stressful than usual because—shitttt,” he groaned out, head tilting back slightly when you suckled the tip between your lips.

you let out a small ‘mhm?’ indicating that you wanted him to finish talking.

“i just—just wanted to get a whole bunch of s-stuff done, so i’m not up to my shoulders in shit when we get back.” his words were quiet, and rushed, like he was already fighting for his life to not bust—which he lowkey was . .

you pulled away, tongue laving out so you could lick over the length of him. his scent was intoxicating, itching that special part in your brain that only he could get to. it was so nice to finally get some of your libido back, and get lost in your man without any aches or lingering nausea.

“you need this break,” you murmured into his skin, lashes fluttering slightly, “m’so happy we get to relax with a care in the world out here—all four of us.”

his cock twitched at your words, a pearl of pre dribbling from the mauve colored tip. you caught it with your tongue, lips parting to take less than half of him in your mouth.

dark lashes fluttered shut, and his nostrils flared, “you really have no idea what it does to me when you talk like that. makes me feel all . . mm, w-weird inside.”

his words went straight to your pussy, a whimper bubbling in the back of your throat. he just kept on praising you, like listing your perfections were the only thoughts he was capable of conjuring. they only encouraged you further, and soon, his cock was more than halfway down your throat.

you didn’t want him to hold back, you wanted him to finish quickly—finally release all the pent up energy he didn’t even know he was harboring.

gluck! gluck! gluck!

his tip knocked against the back of your throat, and you took it with ease. all those weeks of him throat training you paid off to day the least.

“mmm, baby.”

toji leaned back only slightly, his hands blindly reaching for the doorframe to find some balance. “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep on sucking me like th—at. fuckkk me.” his hands slid up the frame, head tilting back down to you—only this time, his eyes were clenched shut. “please, bunny.”

he didn’t know if those words were a plea to stop, or keep going, but you kept on, hot tears now brimming at your lash line.

when your freshly manicured nails clawed at the backs of his thighs, he knew what you were wanting—even if his brain felt like it was nearly splitting in two.

his balls throbbed—god, this was gonna be a heavy load . . should he warn you? let you be surprised, and relish in the choking noises you make?

then he came, loud and trembly. his thighs clenched and unclenched under your grip, all while he painted your throat white in long, twitching spurts. you pulled back only slightly, so you wouldn’t choke, but toji had other plans, and thrusted forward making you gag.

“shit, i’m sorry. you’re jus’ really draining the fuck outta me.” his lips curled into a snarl, fingers tightening around the frame. “come on . . ease up.”

your eyes widened when you felt a slight tug on your ears, removing your lips entirely from his throbbing length. the last few dribbles of cum hit your puffy lips, and with a shaky hand, he we swiping at your chin to prevent any from dripping on your chest.

it’d be a shame if he soiled your chest right after you were freshly showered.

“that was *huff* a lot,” you breathed out, swiping your tongue over your lips. “tastes really good though . . i want more. please?”

you had your time to be in control, but now all you wanted was for your husband to dote on you, and make you orgasm to your hearts content.

so, that’s exactly what you had him do.

while your back was propped up on the fluffiest of pillows, toji was laid up between your thighs, kissing and suckling on the supple skin until your cunt was covered in a thin sheen of slick. only then did he finally indulge in you, slurping at your folds as if it was liquid gold.

he was soft with it as always, parting your lips with both thumbs before cupping your clit with his soft tongue.

you missed this . . this intimacy, and you didn’t even realize how much you really did miss it until he was making you cum with an obnoxious slurping noise, all while one of his hands caressed the top of your belly.

“and how was that?” he smirked, drunkenly tilting his head to the side with those low, dark eyes that always had you feeling smaller than you already were. “s’good thing i put this towel here. made a big fuckin’ mess.”

“honey don’ttttt!” your hands covered your face, and so did your ears, making toji’s smirk grow wider.

“weren’t you the one who was just begging for more of my cum a bit ago? yet, i’m the nasty one, huh?”

your thighs squeezed together at his teasing tone, “precisely.”

he eventually got you to reveal your face again at the mention of taking you from the side, and that’s how the rest of your evening was spent—with your back pressed firmly against his hot chest while he cautiously filled you with his length.

his bicep was your pillow, keeping you propped up just enough so you could turn your head, and kiss him whenever you needed it.

“feelin’ good for me, bunny? you sound so pretty.” his words were like purrs into your ear, sending shivers down your back. he propped your leg that was resting on his free arm a bit higher, just so he was able to rest his hand atop of your stomach. “i love you . .”

the tug at his hair from you had his teeth clenching together. “i love you mostest,” he heard you sigh out, those same fingers that were yanking at his soft strands of hair, now caressing his damp scalp.

“yeah, bunny? i think daddies got you beat, no? just listen to how messy i got you—”

fwop! fwop! fwop!

“that’s alllll love right there.”

“y-yeah it is. thank you, thank you—!” you cried out, thighs beginning to shake with each calculated thrust toji delivered. his balls slapped against your clit nastily, translucent webs of your cream keeping the two connected.

toji was mouthing softly at your shoulder when he noticed something . . interesting.

your nipples were leaking, the milky white substance dripping down your breasts and onto the sheets. you didn’t notice—clearly, your mind too focused on the nearing orgasm that brewed in your lower belly.

what he would give for just a taste.

suddenly, his thrusts slowed until he was fully sheathed inside of you, hot and throbbing.

“my love . . look at what’s happened.” he set your leg down with ease, then cupped your breast, his thumb running over one of the trails of milk.

he felt you tense up, and shushed your whines. “m’not makin’ fun, pretty girl, i promise. i actually wanna try some . . i-if you don’t mind, of course.”

fluffy ears grazed over his face as you craned your neck back to look at him, pupils fully dilated. he could feel your walls pulsing rabidly the more he massaged at your breast. “y-yeah? that would help me a bunch . . it’s always such a—mmm, h-hassle cleaning them up.”

that was all your man needed to hear to have you in his lap, cock nestled snugly between your gooey walls while he sucked at your nipples—although, he didn’t have to do much sucking. one brush of his tongue over the tender buds, and they were leaking like crazy, coating his tongue in the overly sweet liquid.

“hah, honey . .” you mewled, chest arching into his greedy tongue. all you were answered with was a lewd—

suck! suck! suck!

your hips had a mind of their own, moving in semi-fast paced circles as best as you could with your bump in the way. he was so. fucking. deep—bulbous tip brushing against your g-spot with each swish of your hips.

“m’gonna cum again—please don’t stop, ‘ji.”

oh, he wouldn’t stop even if the big man upstairs came down, rested his hand on his shoulder, and told him stop. nothing could pull his mouth from your dripping tits.

a particularly harsh suckle had your hips spasming, a loud moan ripping past your kiss swollen lips. toji continued to move your hips for you, small moans rumbling in his chest from how fucking tight your pussy was gripping his dick.

“o-okay now. ease up, love,” you parroted his own words back to him, supple hands cupping his jaw so you pull pry him away. when he unlatched, his jaw stayed parted, the sweet liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth, and into his heaving chest.

“you’re—you’re gonna have to let me do that again . . i’ve never tasted anything like that before, and fear i may be addicted now.” his grin was almost playful, but that look in his eyes told you he meant business.

soon after that, he was finishing inside you for the second time that night, filling your cunt to the brim with his thick seed. the warmth had your chest fluttering, and your mind going drowsy.

and then, you got to do something you haven’t done in what felt like ages—keep his dick warm for him. he knew you’d have to get up eventually, and take care of business, but there was no harm in waiting just a bit longer. especially when you looked so cute nuzzled his arms.

it was silent for a good while, the only sounds to be heard being the wind, and waves crashing against one another outside.

“i really like the name mina.”

“hm?”

“i said, i really like the name mina. very soft, pretty . . girly,” you giggled at the last part, heat blossoming in your cheeks. “i was thinking you could pick the other name—seeing that there’s two n’ all, yeah?”

toji blinked once, twice—

“yeah . . i-i guess your right. um, i do have one suggestion, but if you don’t like it, we can always scrap it—”

“toji.”

“yes?”

you lifted your head up, tired eyes locking with his. “i’m sure you’ve got a beautiful name picked out—now let’s hear it!” your hands ran comfortingly up and down his chest, until they finally stopped at his shoulders, giving them a tender squeeze. “c’mon now. don’t be shy.”

he blew a light raspberry, eyes darting to some random corner so he would’ve have to look into yours. “well . . i really the name emersyn . . maybe emmy for short. it means brave . . powerful . . diligent. all things her mother is.”

when he glanced back at you, your face was blank, immediately putting a pit in his stomach.

“heh, not very cute, and girly like yours is it? we obviously don’t have to choose that—”

“oh, you dummy!” you sniffled, nose twitching oh so cutely. “i’m not making that face because i hate it, i’m making that face because i love it, obviously.”

his thick brows raised high, that pit in his stomach disappearing quicker than it arrived. “oh! really? you really like it? enough to give it to the baby?”

“yes, honey,” you spoke softly, grasping both of his hands in yours so they could rest on your belly. “baby mina . . and baby emersyn. i freakin love it!”

suddenly, you felt a jostle in your stomach. not so much a kick, but a small, very noticeable flutter.

“you think they hear us talkin’ about them?” toji chuckled, his nose brushing over yours.

“if they’ve got ears like their momma, then absolutely.”