"That's why I always go to the bar, hoping she'll be there. Best lay of my life." Semiu sighs longingly, looking to the ceiling.

You perked up at the end of her story, hardly paying attention after zoning out for awhile. Corvus had Team Child along with Rudo, Zanka, and Riyo run some errands to Canvas town, mostly to give them a sense of a day off. The HQ was pretty quiet, without the constant yelling.

The adults all got together to play some cards, but had gotten on the topic of recent hookups, somehow. You weren't really paying attention, looking down at your cards.

Enjin took the silence as his queue to start talking. "Semiu, Semiu, you and your bar stories. You gotta get her contact info before you head out. Who knows if she was just a visitor around here?"

"I don't hear you talking up someone's game on your end, loverboy," Semiu leaned her head into her hands as she scowled at her cards.

"Oh, please. If I had to name all my good hookups where the girls ended up begging for more, we'd be here all day." Enjin takes a drag of his cigarette.

"I'm sure we would be," Gris' voice dripped in sarcasm. The two of them would constantly give each other shit for any little thing.

"Oh yeah? I can go on, I'll give an example of last week when I went home with the brunette hottie from the club."

As Enjin went on about his encounter with this woman, you felt a ping of jealousy. Not of her, no no no. You would never admit to being jealous of a woman for sleeping with him. For having the courage and the attractiveness to get his attention. For getting to be so close with him and to feel special. Nope, never.

Some of your jealousy came from how he spoke about his night. He went into detail about the things he did for her, to make her feel good. How he made her tremble and feel important, showing her she was important through her actions. Showing that she mattered and that he was there not only for his pleasure, but hers. How she showed him that he was important as well, along with his pleasure. That's what made you jealous.

Your hookups hadn't been...the best, so to say. You would find a looker, seemed kind enough, and would end up being less enthusiastic about pleasuring you. You had thought this was quite normal until everyone started talking about their sexual experiences.

Enjin went on about his. Gris chimed in and shyly spoke of how he cared so much for each person he slept with, and made them feel good with a flush in his cheeks. Even Tamsy had spoken about his encounters.

All of them had shown that you were the odd man out; you had never experienced any positive encounters from hookups. The people you slept with couldn't be bothered to contribute.

"...(y/n)? What about you?" Bro Santa asked, nudging you. You were a bit startled, trying to come off as though you had been paying attention and not throwing yourself a pity party.

"What?" you asked, looking up at him.

"You have any exciting hookup stories? Anyone who stole your heart?" He leaned in, slightly checking your cards. You swiped them away.

They'd have to try to care about me even an ounce in order for my heart to even consider them in the first place, you thought.

"Oh, um, not really," You slouched back, not really wanting to be the one to get laughed at, because you can't even hook up right.

"What about that guy who asked you out a couple months ago? Didn't that go somewhere?" Semiu piped up.

You swallowed. "Not really."

"So it went bad?"

"I don't really wanna talk about it," you zoned in on your cards, praying someone would change the subject.

"Wait, did he like...do something to you?" Gris asked genuinely.

You waved your arms up, trying to quickly clear up the understanding. "No, no! He didn't do anything to me! I promise! I would've said something if he did."

"Then why are you so hesitant?" Enjin asked, finally looking up from his cigarette. He already went through half of it, damn addict.

"Guys, don't grill her on stuff she doesn't wanna share; we all have our private stuff." Semiu backed you up. Enjin rolled his eyes and looked back to his cigarette.

Her words fell on deaf ears, you were already feeling a bit squeamish. You knew the others wouldn't let it go until you said it. They weren't exactly...the best at that. Besides, they had already shared their experiences. You should be able to trust these people by now.

"It didn't go anywhere..." your hand rubbed your neck. "Because it wasnt anything special."

"What do you mean?" Bro Santa was very careful with his words asking you.

"I mean...he was just quick." You had already spilled the beans. Why not just go all out? "He asked me to suck him off, which I had no problem doing, then he immediately just wanted to keep going when I was catching my breath. We fucked, he came a few minutes later, and he just rolled over, done with it. It wasn't anything special, it was just a regrettable hookup."

You finally looked up to see all the cleaners looking at you with pained looks, like you'd just dragged them all from a candy store.

"...What?" you asked.

"So he didn't like...prep you or...anything?" Tamsy asked.

"No." you replied.

"He didn't try to be there with you after?"

"No."

"He didn't even see if you came?"

"No."

Enjin had been looking at you with a sorrowed look. This is exactly what you didn't want happening. You thought he was looking down at you.

"This is why I didn't wanna talk about it." you leaned back into your seat. "Its nothing special, just embarrassing."

"That's not embarrassing, that's just sad." Gris looked at you with concern.

"It's fine, really. I don't care." You shrugged.

"It's not fine! What kind of person leaves their partner high and dry like that? And the nerve to just roll over after and not say a word to you at all? Who does he think he is?" Semiu was furious on your behalf. The rest of the cleaners nodded their heads in agreement.

"Guys, really, it's water under the bridge. I don't care anymore," you lied under your teeth. You did care. It was the hookup that caused you to lose faith in people and stop sleeping with anyone since.

"Well, you've had better experiences than that, right?" Enjin asked, looking at you.

You avoided eye contact and looked at your cards. Who the hell asks a question like that?

"Right?" Gris asked.

You coughed, hoping someone would say something else. Anything.

"Oh my god..." Semiu practically facepalmed, so tired of these people you were dealing with.

"Good lord, your taste in people sucks." Enjin scoffed. You and him always joked around, but now was not the time.

That made you snap.

"It's not my fault!" you yelled at him. That got his attention, he shut up. "It's not my fault I try to see who they are first. It's not my fault they talk up a big game. It's not my fault they all just see me as an opportunity and as a quick lay. It's not my fault none of them have cared for my pleasure in the slightest."

The room was silent for about a minute.

Your temper would always get the best of you, but jeez, you were getting shit because people couldn’t be bothered to care about your pleasure? Or care about you in any capacity? You were fed up.

"I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled." you calmed yourself down. "I just...do you understand how irritating it is to never be cared for like that and for people to blame you for it?"

He had a look of empathy for you. That was new. He didn't look at you like you were some pouting child, or some annoying coworker. He looked at you like someone he genuinely felt sorry for.

"Are you serious?" Gris asked lightly. "None of them have cared for your experience at all?"

You sighed. "No...none of them." your throat started to get tight. "None of them have even made me finish."

Semiu walked over to you, rubbing your shoulder with her thumb.

"We're sorry we made you talk about this..." She leaned down into you, trying to assure you.

"It's fine...I probably needed to unpackage all that anyway." You murmured. "I think I just got in over my head and got annoyed thinking about it all."

"I'd be annoyed too, way more annoyed than you are." She scoffed. "If I had every hookup not care about my satisfaction at all, I'd lose my mind."

"It's not just that," you went on. You were on a roll today. "None of them ever seemed to try to be there for me after. I already feel so cruddy without feeling that good, and to not have someone by me, showing me love, or reassurance...that almost hurts more than the act itself."

You weren't aware, but Enjin had been watching you the entire time. For the first time in a long time, he felt a surge of compassion; all for you.

You and him were always close, always having something to talk about. You'd actually listened to his hookup stories from time to time, giving him advice. He had no idea that you were struggling so much and keeping so much in on the other side.

He didn't understand how things like this would happen to you, of all people. You were such a pleasure to be around, you always had him grinning from ear to ear with all the stupid shit you did. You were also a really good listener for surface level problems, he wouldn’t dare dive in to his actual problems, like his upbringing.

He also could acknowledge that you are extremely attractive; he would worship the ground you walked on if he could. How could a guy see someone as beautiful as her and leave her hanging like that in every way possible?

He felt mad because on top of it all, you were important to him, more than you realized. You were his friend, he cared for you deeper than he would ever admit. Knowing that you were practically being used just...made him feel all the worse for you. You deserved better than that.

You deserved someone who would take their time with you. Someone who would do anything for you without even having to ask. Someone who would make you feel so good you'd see stars, and give you all the affection you needed after. That's what you deserved.

He continued to look at you, catching how your eyes were drooping. “I know I shouldn't expect aftercare or anything big from a hookup...but I can't get anything at all. Am I just not good enough? Why do I always pick out duds?" You shuttered into Semiu's shoulder, trying to hide yourself.

"There's nothing wrong with you...guys are just jerks." She hugged you tighter.

"Yeah, guys suck!" Gris yelled, getting a bit of a chuckle out of you.

You look softened as you averted your gaze. Enjin smiled at you warmly.

"We're always here to talk. I can only imagine the weight of keeping that all in alone." Tamsy added.

You smiled weakly. "Thank you guys, really."

Semiu snagged your hand. "We are gonna go out shopping, and pick you a cute outfit out. Maybe even have August make it. We're all gonna go out to get our minds off things."

You beamed at her. Semiu was great. What did you do to deserve someone like her?

She had her shoulder on your back, walking you both out, on your way to hunt for some new clothes.

“Yeesh, real bummer…I feel bad.” Gris rubbed the back of his neck with a sorrowful look on his face.

“As well as I.” Tamsy replied, throwing his cards at the table, as a means of showing he was done with the game.

Before anyone else left, Enjin went to his room. He couldn’t get the look of your shattered eyes and disappointed face out of his head. He had never seen you seem so mentally hurt.

He couldn’t fathom ever not caring whatsoever about his partner, and knowing that had happened to you frequently? It made him more irritated than he was willing to admit.

He was restless laying in his bed, thinking of all the ways he would make you feel cared for and important. He’d lay you down and absolutely worship your body, kissing every square inch. He’d kiss and suck on your clit until you came on his face more times than he could count. He’d fuck you passionately, making sure to go at a pace good for you and giving you all the pleasure you need.

Not only that, but he’d be with you after. He would hold you like you were the most precious diamond, and reassure you like crazy. Lord knows you need it. He would sing your praises and make you feel wanted. Important. Cared for. Loved.

Loved?

He sat up, seeing his scenarios had already made him hard. He’d felt himself throbbing just at the thought of you.

“I need a drag.” He muttered to himself as he looked for his cigarettes.

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You felt grateful for Semiu offering to take your mind off things, even though your mind chased on and on about your conversation with the others. After going out and about, you both settled at her desk, you hopping up on it while she sat in her chair, looking through her magazines.

"I just don't know about trying again...I've already been disappointed time and time again," you went on as you confessed to not sleeping with anyone else after your previous disaster.

"You know not everyone is like that, right? If we were there to scope out the people, it may help. No offense to you at all, but you've been a pretty bad judge of character with your last lays." Her eyes didn't move from her magazine.

You couldn't even argue against her, she was right. I mean, how awful of a judge of character do you have to assume in order to only hook up with duds?

"I know they've been disappointing, but you know they're not all like that. We've all gotten lucky one way or another. It's bound to happen to you one way or another." She went on.

Yeah right, you thought. I've already had an unlucky streak, who knows when or if it'll change?

"I don't know..." you started. "Going for a night at a bar is how I hooked up with all these dipshits. They only want to feel good, they don't care about the other person."

She finally looked up from her magazine. "I know this isn't gonna mean much, considering I've had good experiences, but there are good ones out there."

You pouted a bit, still showing signs of hesitance.

"How about this," She looked at you. "You try talking to people and mingling, but report back to us about them. Then, we can give our opinions if you feel like it may end in that direction."

That...didn't sound that bad of an idea, actually. It may be smart to get their opinions, seeing as they've made the correct ones.

"I mean, I guess..." you trailed off, rubbing your neck. You still weren't too sure about going back into the mingling pool, but you really felt like you were missing out on some good experiences. Some good pleasure. Someone who would take care of you.

"Yeah, that sounds alright. Even if I don't end up finding anyone. This is all based on the off chance that I do." Your smile started to creep on your face.

"Yeah, of course. Only if you find someone that you really vibe with, you know?" Semiu replied to you.

"Yeah. Yeah! That sounds good. Thanks, Semiu." You hopped off her desk, letting her get back to her work.

"No problem," She went right back to looking busy, reading her magazine.

The day passed quicker than you realized. Team Child and the rest came back, giving you some entertainment as Rudo and Dear Santa fought it out for some sweets. You watched them run all around.

You, Semiu, Enjin, Gris, Tamsy, Delmon, and Tomme decided on a simple bar for drinks and just a different atmosphere for the night.

You wore a simple outfit, cute yet simple enough to hide the cute bra and panties you had. Even if nobody saw them tonight, you felt pretty in them; attractive. Sometimes, that’s half the battle. Self confidence is important.

You can do this, you thought. Only if you really fuck with someone’s vibe. You deserve to feel good too. To be cared for.

You got this.

You all piled into the car with Enjin driving of course. You were so lucky you didn’t get motion sickness with his driving.

Before you hopped in, Enjin stared at you as you walked up.

“What’s up, driver?” You asked.

“Nothin’, you excited to go out?” He asked, eyeing you.

You hadn’t really gone out that much ever since your last hookup; not that you abstained as a whole, but you cut back from bars and that kind of atmosphere a lot.

You smiled back at him. “Yeah, it’ll be nice to get out. Hang out with y’all. Maybe talk to some folks, you know?”

“Yeah…” He lingered on the last part of what you said, that sitting a bit wrong in his stomach as he turned back to face the steering wheel. “I hope you girlies aren’t planning on doing makeup in the car, this is gonna be a fun drive!”

“Oh god…” Gris groaned.

The bar was fun, a lot more fun than you expected. Having some fun in a new atmosphere was exactly what you needed. You sat yourself next to Tomme at the bar, asking about her work when she would jot everything down.

“I just…I don’t know how you write everything down so quick. Doesn’t your hand hurt after awhile? Don’t you get in danger a lot?” you asked her.

She shrugged her shoulders. “The cleaners are pretty good about helping me from harms way, it’s important for me to note a lot of things down. What if there’s something right under our noses that we don’t see?”

Good point…

Prolonging her conversation, you hardly noticed a guy seat himself next to you. You finally looked at him, noticing his tousled hair and tattoos; you noticed this became a common theme in what you found attractive, but you ignored that thought.

“Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt, but what do you suggest here drink wise? I’ve never been here before.” He asked you, causing you to turn around to really look at him.

He was really handsome.

“Oh, um, i’m not too sure, i’m not a big drinker.” You replied, making words up on the fly. It felt like you were on autopilot.

“That’s alright! I’m not a big drinker either, but I always like to try something that looks interesting, you know?” He smiled.

You already liked him.

“I know this is kinda random, but I think you’re really pretty.” He looked at you. It felt like he was actually looking at you, not just ogling you. It felt nice.

You weren’t aware that Enjin was staring at you both from the other side of the bar.

“Enjin, you’re gonna break the glass if you grip it any harder.” Semiu warned him as he grasped onto his drink for dear life.

“I don’t like that guy.” He scoffed, not tearing his eyes away from you.

“Oh my gosh, he’s just talking to her. Can’t she have a conversation with someone?” She asked.

“I just have a bad feeling about him, like he just wants her for a lay.” He grumbled.

Semiu looked at his angered look, then to you and the guy you were speaking with. She had a hunch of what was going on.

“I don’t mean to assume,” she took a sip of her drink. “But don’t you think you’re being a bit jealous? Protective?”

Enjin laughed out loud. “What are you talking about woman?”

“I mean, they’re simply talking right now. They only have been for a few minutes, and you’re here glaring daggers at the guy.” She looked at him with a smirk.

“I just…I don’t trust him.” Enjin swirled his drink around with his hand. “I just don’t want her to get taken advantage of. She’s my friend, you know?”

Now, Semiu was no dummy. She knew how much time you both spent together, the banter you two had, and the type of relationship you both had. She was aware that two people could be friends without being attracted to one another, but you two were certainly not those people.

“I think you and I both know that’s not exactly the truth.” She said to him, and gave him a look that said ‘and you know i’m right, as well.’

Enjin’s face fell flat.

No, right?

He’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t angry, I mean, who wouldn’t be? His friend who’s been hurt a lot is talking to this…this random guy, who you barely even know.

You shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought of a random guy. If Enjin had half a mind of his own, he’d sweep you away, take you home, and show you what a real man is supposed to be. How a real man should treat someone as gorgeous as you.

He knew this random guy wouldn’t satisfy you the way he would; he could spend all day admiring your body and telling you just how perfect you were. Even if he’s never seen you that much, he already knows you’re so beautiful.

He’d spend hours backtracking on the damage all those douches did to your mental state, making you feel good in ways you couldn’t even comprehend. He’d do whatever you wanted from him. Finger you, fuck you, go down on you until his jaw was sore, have you sit on his face…anything. Just to know that your pleasure mattered to him.

And he wouldn’t be quick with it either; no, he’d take his time, let you know that he could spend forever pleasing you. He wanted you to know that it wasn’t a chore to him, but a necessity for him to function. He’d feel you everywhere, leaving you tingly all over.

He groaned in defeat as he smacked his head in the bar table. He was screwed.

You, on the other hand, were having a blast. This guy was asking you all the right questions, and the flags couldn’t be greener. It actually seemed like he was interested in you. You were for sure feeling him, but was he feeling you?

“So…” you asked, a bit scared to. “What are you doing after hanging out here?”

He had a big grin on his face once you asked. “Not a lot, wanna keep this conversation going somewhere else?”

You heard beautiful chimes in your ears. You were golden.

“I’d love to, I just gotta let my squad know, i’ll be quick.” You felt so giddy.

“Yeah, no problem!” He took a sip of his drink.

You scurried back to the rest of the team with a smile on your face.

“Guys, I’ve been talking to the guy over there, and I think things are looking good.” You beamed.

You gave them the whole ordeal, what he’s been like, all the important things you thought they should know.

“That’s great! What do you think, Enjin?” Semiu exclaimed.

You looked to Enjin; you had no idea what his opinion would be on this. While you were really, really into him, you knew he wouldn’t ever feel the same. What’s the harm in trying other people?

“Do whatever you want, I don’t care.” He didn’t look up from his drink, trying to come off as completely uninterested.

You tried not to show it, but you were looking for some sort of reaction. Good, bad, something. It just confirmed your thoughts that he didn’t think of you like that, ever.

“Alright, i’m gonna go for it. Thanks guys,” you ran off to the guy.

Semiu looked at Enjin, who came off as a pouting child. “That was real smooth.” She chuckled.

“Why should I have a say? She’s her own person.” He responded, still looking at his drink.

“Whatever makes you feel better, man.” She took a swig of her drink as a response, catching you and the lucky guy exiting the bar.

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It was the middle of the night when you were walking back to the Cleaners HQ.

Stupid asshole, you thought to yourself. Who does he think he is?

After you both went to his place, it immediately went sour. You weren’t more than a ragdoll to him. He had you make him feel good (which you didn’t mind) but made no effort to do the same for you. He said he didn’t go down on girls, do anything extra to make them feel good, anything like that. That should’ve been your sign to run.

Once he slid himself in you, you were overwhelmed. It had been a long time since you hast had sex, so it did end up stinging a little. He paid that no mind, and went at a quick and awful pace that felt like nails on a chalkboard, paying your discomfort no mind. He didn’t try to compliment you while he was fucking you, didn’t try to kiss you, anything like that.

You were at least hoping for something after he finished. You already felt like you had the longest sex session of your life in the worst way possible, and were hoping for something sort of comfort.

All he did was say you had filled your purpose and kicked you out.

Now you were heading back to Cleaners HQ, legs sore, and a mind that wouldn’t leave you alone.

You had never wanted to cry more in your life. You felt defeated.

Why am I so unlucky? You thought. Why doesn’t anyone ever care for me? Why am I not worth pleasuring? Why do I always choose the worst bastards?

You slowly opened the door, being careful to not wake anyone up, even though they were all already asleep in their rooms.

You weren’t expecting an entirely awake Enjin to be sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette.

“So, how’d it go?” He asked, trying hard to not let his jealousy show.

You went over and sat next to him, not saying anything. You were scared that if you started talking, your voice would start to waver. You sat there and stared at your lap, avoiding all eye contact with him.

He chuckled. “That bad, huh? I don’t know what you were expecting from a bar guy. Not everyone can be as great and ‘the bestest’ as me.” He was still projecting his jealousy, but tried to joke it off, hoping you’d take the bait.

You didn’t. You broke.

“Enjin, i’m sorry, but I just need a shoulder right now. I’m not doing good.” You somehow managed to keep your voice steady. You would’ve fooled him if he didn’t see the tears streaming down your face.

In all the years you knew each other, he had never seen you cry. Sure, he had seen you annoyed, hurt, betrayed, and sad, but never cry. He knew everyone cried on their own every once in awhile (I mean, who doesn’t?) but crying in front of others?

Enjin never really cared for people who wore their emotions on their sleeves; people who were clingy. That’s one of the reasons he liked you so much, you knew how to keep your cool. That’s why this was such a shock to him. That’s how he knew you were seriously hurting.

He was angry.

Angry at that guy. Angry at whatever made you get to this point, but he already had an idea what it was. He also wanted to help you feel better and be there for you, the way you had selflessly always been there for him in any issue.

“Hey…” He started, starting to gently rub your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Talk to me. Please.”

This came to you as a shock. Frankly, you thought he’d scoff and make fun of you. You looked at him, but you saw that his entire demeanor changed. He had a look on his face. A look of worry. Not of pity, but genuine worry, as if you mattered to him. As if he wanted to be there for you. As if he cared.

So you told him. You told him everything. About how that douche hadn’t given two fucks about your pleasure, how he only took and took, how he had no regard for your comfort, didn’t care if you finished at all, and kicked you out immediately after. How you walked back with sore legs and a heavy heart.

“I swear, i’m never having sex again. Am I just not good enough to care for? To feel pleasure?” You started to sob as you brought your knees to your chest so Enjin wouldn’t see you. You already felt so weak.

What did he think?

He wanted to kick that guy in the jugular so hard that he couldn’t even think of continuing his family name.

He felt so soft for you, just awful. He had never seen you look so empty and defeated before. God, he wished he could just scoop you up and never let you go.

“Fuck that guy. Seriously. Forget him. You’re gonna find someone better and someone who cares.” He kept stroking your shoulder to hold you together.

You let out a choked sob. “Enjin, I don’t think I am. I’ve already tried so many times. I’m tired of having so little expectations and having them get crushed. I give up.”

He had enough. He was gonna do something.

Even he was shocked when he felt himself turn to you and gently smash his lips against yours.

He held your jaw with one hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He kept the kiss going as he held onto the feeling of your smooth lips, tasting you.

He liked the taste of you.

He was shocked when you didn’t pull away, but rather went further in, holding the back of his head and his other hand with yours as you felt his lips against yours.

When you both disconnected lips to breathe, you looked at him with confusion and awe.

“Enjin…” you started. “Talk to me. Please.”

He kept his hand on yours, holding onto it for dear life.

“Look,” He said. “I just…you were talking and talking about feeling not good enough. Not being worth it. I…do you know how wrong you are?”

You had stopped sobbing, but were confused. You had no idea what was going on. “What…?”

“You’re…I care about you. More than you know. And…I can’t stand watching all these guys treat you like shit. And you thinking it’s your fault, on top of it all. I don’t wanna see you hurt like this anymore. Not when I know I can do something about it.” He was stumbling on top of his words, he was so nervous. He hoped you understood what he was insinuating, because god, this was embarrassing for him.

“Enjin, what the fuck is going on?” you questioned. “What do you mean?”

Fuck, you were gonna make him say it. “I can’t watch this happen anymore. Let me…let me make you feel good. Please. I’m tired of hearing you kick yourself down and give up. Let me make it up to you. Let me make you have a good experience. Let me show you that sex can be that good. Please.” He was looking at you with intent. With want. With desire.

“You mean you wanna…” you couldn’t believe what the hell he was saying.

“Please. I need it.” He was holding your hand with both of his now. He damn near looked like he was begging.

“Enjin, I don’t want you to do this because you feel like you have to. Like you owe me or something. This is a two way street. I know that too well now. I don’t want this to be something out of pity, that’d just hurt even more.” You didn’t want him to pity pleasure you; the guy you were insanely attracted to. That’d be even more insulting than him flat out rejecting you. How are you so deep in rejection that he’d help you out in a friend way?

“Oh my god…” he chuckled. “You have no idea how much I wanna do this. I’m so not normal about you, like, at all. I wanna do this because it’s you, can’t you see that? There is nothing more that I want right now than to make you see stars, i’ve wanted to for god knows how long now.”

“Just…” Your hand found his jaw again.

“God, just shut up.” Your lips found his as you violently started to make out with him.

Without breaking the kiss, his hands found the backs of your thighs, being careful to lift you up and wrap your legs around him. He was delicate with you, he remembered you said that your legs were sore. He cursed that bastard again in his head.

Slowly and quietly, he guided you both into his room, the door wide open. Shutting the door with his hips, he continued to hold onto you. As the door shut and he continued to kiss you, his hands found your ass, grabbing it and gently kneading it.

That caused you to let out a low moan, which was music to his ears.

He brought you to his bed and slowly laid you down. You looked completely wrecked. He was so turned on, feeling himself grow in his pants. His hands rubbed up your torso.

“Can I…” he said between kisses. “Can I take these off?”

“Fuck…please…” you pleaded with him.

His lips came apart from yours as he started to undress your top and bottoms. You had completely forgotten you were wearing your nice matching undergarments, but were thankful nonetheless.

As he stripped you down slowly, he eyed every part of you. God, you were so beautiful. You were so delicate and just so precious. How could anyone see this and not want to worship you for hours on end.

“God, you’re so hot…look so fucking sexy…”finally leaving you in your undergarments, a bit exposed.

His lips found your ear as he whispered, “I am going to make you feel so good. Trust me. I promise.” He moved from your ear to your neck, giving it a light kiss before starting to lightly suck on the skin.

“Shit…” you whispered. He was good at this, already. Your hands found his hair, playing with the ends.

“Do you know how gorgeous you are?” he asked inbetween sucks on your neck. He slowly made his way down to your collarbone.

He was getting close to your bra, which he kept playing with the straps of.

“I wanna see you…all of your beautiful body. Can I take this off of you?” He said in a deep and husky voice. His voice alone could make you finish. You could feel wetness pooling down you.

“Yes, but I wanna get you out of your clothes too…please…” you pleaded. You didn’t wanna be completely naked while he was fully clothed.

“Yeah…yeah…I can do that…” he wanted to feel your skin against his so badly. He stripped down to his boxers at lightning speed. You could see him straining in his boxers. Shit, he was big…

“Alright…lemme just…” He started feeling around your bra for the clasps, letting your breasts free. “As pretty as this is, I gotta see all of you.”

Your nipples immediately got hard from the sudden cold. You were extremely turned on, but that obviously wasn’t it. Duh.

“Fuck, you look really good…these are perfect.” He lightly traced over both of your breasts, hearing your breath hitch.

“Can I try something?” He asked, running his thumb over one of your nipples, which you let out a shudder over. You nodded enthusiastically, no idea what he was gonna do. You didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted.

His mouth started to lower, starting to lightly kiss as both your breasts as fingers played with your nipples. He slowly latched onto one of them, swirling your nipple with his tongue. You bit your lip as you moaned.

“Shit…Enjin, that feels good…” you were feeling bliss and heat. You started to rub your thighs together to soothe the ache you were starting to get between them.

He moved on to the other nipple, pinching and rolling your other one with his fingers. “Your tits are perfect…” He moaned into your breast. Did he have any idea how hot he looked like this? His tattooed skin against yours? Him slowly kissing down your body?

His mouth started to move down south, kissing down your torso and stomach. He pecked at your hips, making his way down to your panties.

“Shit…Enjin…” you sat up slowly.

“What is it?” He asked, leaning up so you both were eye level.

You kissed him as your hand felt down his body. God, he was toned.

As you started to inch lower to his boxers, he swiped your hand away. You had a confused look on your face as you looked at him.

“Did you forget this is about you?” He looked at you intensely.

“But I…I wanna make you feel good too.” You argued back. It didn’t feel fair.

“Hey, I feel fine. Doing this for you makes me feel good. Please. Just believe me. I want nothing more than this. Please” He was practically begging.

“Okay…but i’m gonna make you cum one way or another.” You told him. It was more of a statement.

“Trust me, doing this for you might do it.” He slowly moved down and got on his knees in front of you.

That did something primal to you. You felt another gush in your core.

“Has anyone ever…gone down on you before?” He asked, his hands resting on both your knees.

This came as a shock to you. I’m your entire life, in your history of hookups, nobody had ever been patient enough or considerate enough to go down on you. You had no problem doing it for others, but them for you? Forget it.

“No…nobody has.” You started to feel bashful, hiding your face in your shoulders.

“Can I eat your pussy? I really wanna make you feel good down there.” He was pleading with you. You genuinely never thought you’d never experience someone asking to give you oral.

“I mean, yeah, but…are you sure?” Your legs were absentmindedly staying still, but you slowly started to open them a bit.

He took this as his initiative to open them and slowly slide your panties down as he hooked his fingers on the sides of them.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life.” He tossed your panties aside and started to mark up your thighs. You were so wet for him, feeling yourself clench around nothing as you felt his mouth get closer and closer to where you needed him most.

“I’m gonna make you crave this every damn day.” He kissed right above your heat once.

You felt yourself getting hot and bothered. He was really good at this.

Then his mouth was on you.

He kissed your pussy lips and stick his tongue out, getting a taste of you. Fuck, you were so much better than the best cigarettes.

You moaned as he stuck his tongue out, licking up from your entrance to your clit. Once he touched your clit, your whole body jerked. He could tell that you were so new to stimulation there.

He took it slow, dragging the tip of his tongue slowly in circles on your clit. You let out your first real moan of the night.

When you did that, he couldn’t help but groan into you. You just sounded so beautiful. He could listen to your moans all day, any day.

“God, Enjin, feels really good…” One of your hands was grasping onto the roots of his hair for stability.

“M’ jus gettin started.” He said while tonguing you, his face shoved completely in between your thighs as he started to devour you.

He started to lower his tongue into your hole, using one of his hands to rub little circles into your clit, not abandoning it. Feeling the wet muscle inside you caused you to contract in surprise and stimulation.

“Fuck, baby…” Not even realizing the pet name slipped as your free hand started to play with one of your nipples. He was like magic down there. “Feels so good…oh my god…”

There was no way you could miss the way he moaned into you when you called him baby, how could he not? He was making you feel all sorts of sensations you were new to.

Removing his tongue from your hole, he drew it back to your clit, speeding up his actions. He had a feeling you needed clitoral stimulation in order to come.

As he went on and on, you started to feel a floating sensation, something different in your core and lower body. You were starting to get close, even after he was barely on you.

“Enjin…keep doing that…m’ getting a bit close.” You knew you weren’t right there, but you were getting somewhere.

He didn’t say anything, but went a tiny bit faster on your clit, not enough to be overwhelming. He didn’t wanna lift off and risk warding off the slowly incoming high you were feeling. He wanted to make you cum on his face so badly. He needed it. He craved it.

“Taste s’ good…” he said into your pussy as his tongue kept circling your clit. One of his fingers slowly entered you, being careful of accidentally hurting you.

Once he heard you moan in approval, he started to move it, curling it so you’d get somewhere sort of pleasure from it as he licked and sucked at your clit.

The constant stimulation on your clit and with his finger inside you was making the feeling of closeness stronger, you actually felt good.

Then, he did something that was on a whole other level. He latched onto your clit, clit only, and sucked. Your head flew back and your back arched as you felt yourself go on the edge.

“Fuck, Enjin, m’ gonna cum!” You exclaimed, feeling the sensation lifting you up.

He reached his other hand up and played with your nipple. You looked down at him, he was looking at you. He had this dazed out look on his face that just made you go crazy. He looked like he was enjoying this, which made you feel all the better.

His hands all over you, him looking at you for your reactions, and the stimulation were all enough to finally make you cum.

“Oh my god…I’m cumming Enjin! Fuck…!” Your hips were absentmindedly rolling into his mouth as you felt yourself orgasm wash over you, your pussy quivering and clenching around his finger and mouth. He didn’t do anything different with his motions and ate you through it as the pleasure rolled over you.

You felt like you were on cloud nine. He slowly pulled his motions to a halt in order to not overstimulate you.

He had this…fucked out look on his face. Even though you literally just came, you felt yourself getting wet again.

“Hey…you with me?” He asked, leaning up to you.

“Oh my god…” You were still feeling the aftershocks of it all. That’s the first time a guy made you cum, especially willingly. You felt euphoric.

“Enjin…that was amazing. Oh my god.” You sat up to hold him and wrap him in a hug. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me for anything. Was into it, anyways.” He reciprocated, holding onto you.

You held him into you as you cooled down. You felt his bulge in his boxers.

“Hey, don’t worry about me, I know it’s a lot. If you’re done, i’m fine stopping here.” He assured you. After cumming, it’s easy to feel so overstimulated. He understood. After all, he was here for you, not for his needs.

“I wanna keep going, just…can you please be gentle? I’m kinda sore…” You hated to remind him that you had slept with a stupid guy awhile ago, but he paid it no mind. He smiled at you.

“Yeah…of course. We go at your pace. Promise.” He was grinning ear to ear. He was so insane about you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

He experimentally did a tiny grind, bumping his dick into your clit. You shuddered.

“Too much?” He asked.

“No, it’s really good.” You moaned. “I wanna see it. I want you inside me. Please.”

He groaned at that. “God, you have no idea what you do to me.” He started to remove his boxers.

Your eyes practically popped out of your head as you saw him for the first time. He was big…really big. His red and angry tip was leaking precum. He was so hot.

“Please fuck me.” You glided your hand down his length, him hissing in pleasure. “Wanna feel you.”

“Alright…alright.” He leaned over you, lining himself with you. His cockhead was right at your entrance.

“If it hurts, or you don’t like it, tell me, okay? Don’t put on a show or pretend just for me. I want you to feel good, okay?” He told you with a serious look in his eye.

“Okay, I will. Promise.” You braced for him to shove himself into you.

He didn’t, though. He planted a kiss on your lips. “You’re the most gorgeous girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

He slowly slid into you. You hissed. He groaned.

“Fuck…are you okay?” He asked.

To be honest, it stung a tiny bit. You were still not acclimated to it.

“Gimme a minute…please…” You looked up at him with a pained look.

“Yeah, of course…take yer time.” He assured you. He stared down at you genuinely. Like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

As you got accustomed to him, he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear. About how precious you were, how much you meant to him, how good you felt.

After a bit, the stinging feeling started to cease. You were ready.

“Enjin…y’can move…i’m okay.” You assured him.

“Okay…i’m still gonna be gentle.” He started to slowly pull out, just until his tip was in you, and slowly pushed back in. He groaned loudly at the feeling.

“God, you feel good. You’re squeezing down on me.” He was getting into a bit of a slow rhythm.

You were starting to feel good. This didn’t feel like any of your failed hookups, like their quick, dull thrusts; he was being so gentle. Taking your say into consideration. Going at a pace that was good for you. Doing little things to make sure that you were feeling pleasure as well.

He started to pick up the pace a bit, finding a pattern that had him groaning and you moaning. He would drive his hips into you, and as he was almost in, would almost jump into you, trying to hit all the spots in you that would drive you nuts.

“Enjin, fuck…!” You felt him hit a spot in you that had you clenching around him, which got a high groan out of him. “God, right there!”

“I got ya, baby…fuck.” He continued to hit that spot inside you that drove you insane.

He should’ve jerked off before this, even though he had no idea this was gonna happen in the first place. He already felt himself getting the slightest bit close.

He had to hold on, though. This was about you, not him. If it meant for the first time in forever, that you’d actually feel good with someone, he could control himself for a bit. This was about you, not him. He continued to drill into that spot, making sure you felt some sort of pleasure.

You felt like you were winding up again like a toy. Already, you felt yourself getting a bit close. One of his hands found your clit, those tiny circles bringing you even closer to cumming.

“Please, keep doing that. M’ getting close again.” You pleaded, contracting and clenching from the stimulation.

“Shit, okay. I gotcha. I gotta see you cum on my cock.” He started to thrust into you a bit faster.

You were getting closer and closer by the second, the familiar feeling of orgasm coming back. “Enjin, i’m close, fuck…”

“You’re so pretty, I love making you feel good. Fuck, I want you so bad.” He started spastically moving his fingers on your clit. He was getting close himself.

When he got close, he started getting sweet. He was saying anything and everything on his mind.

“Fuck, I need to feel you cum on me. Need it again. Need to make you feel good. God I need it so bad. Fuck! I’m gonna cum, i’m really close. Cum on my cock, fuck!” He was getting really close to the edge.

“Enjin, please, cum in me, need it so bad!” You were so close, about to cum.

“Mmh, love you.” He muttered as he smashed his lips on yours. You just barely heard him as you started to cum.

It was still an amazing sensation, but completely different from when it was his tongue. Your orgasm ripped through you, having you clench on his cock like a vice.

Your own orgasm triggered his own, feeling spurts of cum rip into you. He moaned your name as he started cumming in you.

As you both came down, you registered what the words were that he muttered. There’s no way he just…said that. Right?

Either way, you were blissed out. You had never came like that before, and twice as well.

“You…you okay?” He asked, clearly not wanting to address the elephant.

“I’m okay, are you?” You asked, still catching your breath.

“Yeah…You were so good. So, so good.” He replied. “You felt so good.” He got off you, laying beside you. He pulled your figure into him, holding onto you like a lifeline.

“I…I didn’t know I could even feel like that. Thank you so much.” You turned around and hugged him, looking right into his eyes.

He held your head into his chest, playing with your hair. “I hope you know that you deserve so much. You really are just so beautiful, so amazing.”

“Enjin…” You trailed off.

He had you sit up, making eye contact with him. “I…I know i’ve already done a lot of different things for our relationship tonight, but I wanna try you one more.”

“What is it?” You asked, getting a bit worried. You hoped he wasn’t gonna kick you out and leave you to clean yourself up.

“I…I kinda just…I realized how much you mean to me. I hate seeing you sad. I hate seeing you hurt. Wanna see you happy. I’m always happy when i’m with you. Would you be willing…to let me take you out? Just once?” He confessed.

You immediately latched onto him and locked your lips onto his.

“Yes, oh my god yes please!” You squealed happily.

“God, I thought you were gonna reject me and kick me out.” He sighed.

“What, out of your room?” You smirked back.

“Good point. Still would’ve left, though.” He went back to laying down, but didn’t dare take his eyes off you.

“I really like you…a lot. More than you know.” You laid back down with him, holding onto him.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me.” He replied. You had never seen him this soft for someone. Ever.

You kick off your shoes and shuffle down the hallway, already pulling your hair out of the bun you'd done up that morning, now mostly falling out on its own. The bedroom door is cracked open, and when you push it wider, you find exactly what you were hoping for.

Satoru is sprawled across the bed like a starfish, still wearing his teaching clothes—black pants and a rumpled button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His blindfold is tossed carelessly on the nightstand, and his white hair is an absolute disaster, sticking up in every direction like he's been running his hands through it all day. His eyes are closed, one arm thrown over his face.

He looks as exhausted as you feel.

"Rough day?" you ask, and he groans without moving.

"The first years tried to fight a curse three grades above their level because Yuji said it 'looked easy,'" he mumbles into his arm. "I had to bail them out. Again. Then Megumi and Nobara got into an argument about mission protocol that somehow turned into a full-blown screaming match about who ate whose leftovers from the fridge. I had to separate them like they were toddlers."

Despite your exhaustion, you snort. "Sounds about right."

"And then," he continues, finally moving his arm to peek at you with one brilliant blue eye, "Yaga cornered me about paperwork I was supposed to file last week. Do you know how much I hate paperwork?"

"I'm aware." You're already moving toward the bed, unbuttoning your work pants. "You complain about it literally every time."

"Because it's the worst. I'm the strongest sorcerer alive. I shouldn't have to file incident reports."

"Mm-hmm, very tragic." You shimmy out of your pants and leave them in a heap on the floor—a problem for future you. Your blouse follows, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. "My day was also shit, for the record."

"Yeah?" He's watching you now with lazy interest, too tired to even sit up but still tracking your movements.

"My boss is an idiot, the coffee machine broke, I had to sit through a two-hour meeting that could've been an email, and Janet from accounting passive-aggressively cc'd the entire department on an email about someone stealing her lunch. Which, for the record, I didn't do, but she definitely thinks I did based on the way she was glaring at me."

"Want me to hollow purple Janet from accounting?" he offers, completely serious.

"Tempting, but no." You crawl onto the bed and without ceremony, flop directly on top of him, your full weight pressing him into the mattress. You bury your face in his chest with a long, dramatic groan. "I'm dead. This is me, dead."

"Hi, dead. I'm also dead." His arms come around you automatically, wrapping you up even though you're both too tired to really move. "We're both corpses now. This is our life."

"Our death," you correct, muffled against his shirt.

"Our death," he agrees solemnly.

For a moment, you just lie there, breathing in sync. He smells like his cologne mixed with the faint scent of the training grounds—sweat and grass and something distinctly him. It's comforting in a way you can't quite articulate. This exhausted, collapsed-together moment feels like home.

His hand starts moving on your back, slow and gentle, rubbing up and down your spine. It feels incredible, and you make an embarrassing sound of contentment that you'll deny later.

"You're tense as hell," he murmurs, fingers working at a knot between your shoulder blades.

"You try dealing with Janet's accusatory emails and see how relaxed you are," you mumble, but you're already melting into his touch.

"I'd just block her."

"You can't block coworkers, Satoru."

"You can if you're powerful enough." His hand slides lower, still rubbing your back, and you feel some of the day's tension starting to ease. "This okay?"

"It's perfect. You're my favorite human pillow."

"Just human pillow? Not devastatingly handsome boyfriend who you're lucky to have?"

"That's implied," you say, but you're smiling against his chest.

His other hand joins the first, both of them working at your tired muscles, and you honest-to-god almost start purring. This is exactly what you needed. Just this—him, the quiet apartment, his hands on you, the weight of the day slowly lifting.

But then his hands start to wander.

It's subtle at first. His fingers drift from your back to your sides, tracing the curve of your waist. Then lower, skimming over your hips. And then—

He grabs your ass. Both hands, full handfuls, squeezing appreciatively.

"Really?" you ask, lifting your head to look at him. "We're both dead, remember? Corpses don't grope."

"I'm a very motivated corpse." He squeezes again, shameless, and there's a grin tugging at his lips now. "Can't help it. You're lying on top of me in your underwear. What did you expect?"

"Self-control? Restraint? Basic human decency?"

"Baby, you know me better than that." His hands are still kneading your ass, and despite your sass, you can feel heat starting to pool low in your belly. "Besides, you love it."

"I love that you can't even wait until we've recovered from our respective terrible days before getting handsy?"

"Exactly." He's fully grinning now, that cocky, insufferable grin that makes you want to kiss him and smack him at the same time. "Your ass is the best stress relief. It's science."

"That's not science, you idiot."

"It's my science."

You snort, but you're not moving away. His hands are warm and familiar, and honestly, after the day you've had, this isn't the worst thing in the world. You let your head drop back to his chest, eyes drifting closed.

"Comfortable?" he asks, voice softer now.

"Mmm," you hum in agreement. "Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it."

For a while, it's just quiet. His hands keep moving—sometimes squeezing, sometimes just resting there, thumbs drawing lazy circles. You can hear his heartbeat under your ear, steady and strong. The tension in your shoulders is almost completely gone now, replaced by a different kind of warmth, something slower and heavier.

You're half-asleep when you feel it—the unmistakable hardness pressing against your hip.

"Satoru," you mumble, not even opening your eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Are you seriously getting hard right now?"

There's a pause. Then he says, "...Maybe."

You lift your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. He has the decency to look slightly sheepish, but there's heat in his eyes now, that familiar hunger that never really goes away when it comes to you.

"We were having a nice moment."

"We still are."

"You've got a boner."

"I do…That doesn't cancel the nice moment."

You stare at him for another second before letting out a laugh.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"I come home exhausted, use you as a human mattress for ten minutes, and somehow I'm the problem?"

"You are absolutely the problem."

"I literally haven't done anything."

"You climbed on top of me, got all comfy, made that little happy humming noise, and then fell asleep on my chest."

"I hummed?"

"You hummed."

"I don't hum."

"You do when you're really comfortable."

You narrow your eyes. "I've never noticed that."

"I have."

You glare at him.

"…Baby." He exhales dramatically, like he's carrying the weight of the world. "You're makin' me so hard."

You snort. "You're unbelievable."

"I'm trying to be respectful."

"Are you?"

Silence.

"…No." He grins without an ounce of shame. "Not really."

Despite yourself, you laugh again, dropping your forehead back against his shoulder.

"You're ridiculous."

"I know."

His arms tighten around you just a little. "But you look so comfortable."

His voice is quieter now. "So happy."

You burrow your face further into his shoulder.

"…I like when you're like this."

You feel yourself smile before you can stop it. "You're such a sap."

"Only for you."

There's a comfortable silence. Then his hands drift just a little bit lower again.

"…Okay," you mumble. "Now you're definitely not being respectful."

"No." He gives your ass another shameless squeeze. "I'm definitely not."

Before you can respond, he's sitting up, keeping you in his lap, and capturing your mouth in a kiss that's hungry and demanding. You can taste his desperation, feel it in the way his hands grip you like he's afraid you're going to disappear.

When he pulls back, his lips are already swollen, his eyes are dark with want. "I need to taste you," he says, and it's not a request. "Get up here."

"Up where—"

But he's already moving, sliding down the bed and pulling you with him. "On my face. Come on."

"Satoru—"

"Please." And there it is, that needy edge that makes your stomach flip. "I've been thinking about this all day. About you sitting on my face, riding my tongue until you come. Please, baby. I need it."

How are you supposed to say no to that?

"You're ridiculous," you say, but you're already moving, letting him position you. He's lying flat on his back now, looking up at you with such raw want that it makes you shiver.

"Not ridiculous. Desperate." His hands come up to grip your thighs, pulling you forward. "Now stop stalling and sit on my face."

"Bossy," you mutter, but you're lowering yourself down, and then—

"Oh fuck," you gasp as his tongue makes contact, sliding through your folds in one long, deliberate stroke.

He groans under you, the vibration going straight to your core, and his hands tighten on your thighs. "That's it," he mumbles against you. "Right there. Don't move."

But you're already moving, you can't help it, grinding down against his mouth as he licks and sucks and devours you like a man starving. His grip on your thighs is almost bruising, holding you exactly where he wants you, and when you try to lift up, worried about suffocating him, about being too much—he just pulls you back down harder.

"Satoru—"

"Stay," he demands, voice muffled. He pulls his face back to look up at you. "Fuck my face. Come on, baby, I can take it. Give it to me." Then he lowers his mouth to you again.

It's obscene, the wet sounds of his mouth on you, the way he's completely lost in it. His tongue circles your clit, then dips inside you, then back to your clit, and you're already shaking, already so close.

"That's it," he encourages, and you can hear the smugness in his voice even now. "You're dripping, baby. such a mess on my face."

"Shut—up," you gasp, but there's no heat in it because he's right—you can feel how wet you are, can feel it on his chin, his lips, and it should be embarrassing but it's just hot.

"Make me," he challenges, and then he's sucking your clit into his mouth, hard, and you cry out.

Your hands fly to the headboard, gripping the edge to steady yourself as the pleasure intensifies. You start to really move now, riding his face with purpose, and he moans underneath you like this is exactly what he wanted all along.

"Fuck, yes," he groans against you, the vibration making you gasp. "Just like that. Use me, baby. Take what you need."

His hands guide your hips, encouraging the rhythm, and his tongue is relentless—circling, flicking, pressing flat against you in a way that makes your thighs shake. You can feel yourself getting closer, that coil of heat tightening in your belly.

"Satoru, I'm—fuck—"

"Do it," he demands, voice rough. "Come on my face.”

His tongue flicks rapidly over your clit, and that's all it takes. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves, pleasure rolling through your entire body. You're grinding down against his mouth, riding it out, and he's groaning underneath you like this is the best thing that's ever happened to him.

When you finally come down, shaking and oversensitive, you try to move off him, but his hands tighten on your thighs.

"Not yet," he mumbles, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, your hip bones, anywhere he can reach. "Just—give me a second. You taste so fucking good."

"You're gonna kill me," you pant, but you're smiling.

But he's already diving back in, and you gasp as his tongue finds your clit again. Your whole body jolts at the sensitivity, but he doesn't let up—he's relentless, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady as he works you over. The pleasure is almost too much, bordering on overwhelming, and you're already moaning his name.

"Satoru—fuck—it's too much—"

"I know, baby," he groans against you, the vibration sending another wave through you. "But you can take it."

He's eating you out like he's starving, like he can't get enough, and your whole body is shaking. Your hands grip the headboard tighter, your hips moving against his mouth almost involuntarily. The pleasure is building again, impossibly fast, and you're gasping and moaning as he works you toward another orgasm.

"Oh god—Satoru—I'm gonna—"

"That's it," he encourages, his tongue flicking faster. 

Your second orgasm hits you like a wave, even more intense than the first, and you're crying out as pleasure crashes through you. Your thighs are shaking so hard you can barely hold yourself up, and he's groaning underneath you, clearly getting off on how much he's affecting you.

When you finally collapse, completely spent and oversensitive, he finally releases you, and you fall onto the bed next to him, breathing hard and trembling.

"And I'm dramatic?" He's grinning like he just won the lottery, his face wet, his hair a complete disaster. "That was—fuck. I love you, baby."

"You're insane," you say, but you're pulling him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

"About you? Absolutely." His hands are already roaming again, cupping your face, then sliding down your sides. "But I'm not done with you yet."

"Oh really?"

"Really." He's kissing you again, slower this time, deeper. When he pulls back, there's something vulnerable in his expression beneath all the confidence. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"Then show me," you challenge, and his eyes darken.

"Oh, baby."

He's fumbling with his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers, and his cock springs free—flushed and hard and already leaking. You reach for him, wrapping your hand around his length, and he hisses.

"Fuck, baby—"

"What?" You stroke him slowly, base to tip, and he's already trembling.

"Your hands—shit—they're so much smaller than mine. Look so good wrapped around my cock."

"Yeah?" you tease, giving him another slow stroke.

"Yeah." His voice is strained. 

He gently removes your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, and then he's pulling you against him. His arms wrap around you, one hand sliding up your back, the other gripping your hip possessively. You can feel him, hard and hot against your thigh, and he's just... holding you there.

"Satoru—"

"Give me a second," he murmurs, his voice already rough. His breathing is uneven against your neck, and you can feel the tension in his body—the way he's trying to maintain control. "Just—fuck—you feel so good.”

His hips shift slightly, and you feel the length of him drag against you—not entering, just the pressure of him sliding through your wetness. The friction makes you gasp, and he groans.

"There it is," he breathes. "That sound. The little gasp you make when I—" He does it again, a slow roll of his hips, grinding against you. "When I touch you just right."

"Satoru, please—"

"Please what?" His hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against him. "Tell me what you want, baby."

"You know what I want."

"I do." Another slow grind, and you can feel how wet you are, how easily he slides against you. "But I wanna hear you say it. Love the way your voice gets all breathy when you're desperate for me."

"You're killing me—"

"Good." He's kissing your neck now, teeth grazing your pulse point. "You've been killing me all day. All week. Every time you look at me with those eyes, every time you smile at me like I'm the only person in the world—fuck, baby, you have no idea."

His voice is shaking now, and you realize he's not teasing anymore—he's barely holding on. The head of his cock catches at your entrance, and you both freeze.

"I can't—" His forehead drops to your shoulder. "I can't think straight around you. Can't control myself. You just—you exist, and I'm gone."

"Then stop trying to control it," you whisper, and you feel him shudder.

"Fuck." He shifts, lining himself up properly, and then he's pushing in—slowly, so slowly. The stretch is intense, pleasure edged with the sweetest hint of pressure as he fills you inch by inch. "Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So tight. So perfect."

"Satoru—"

"I know. I've got you." He's only halfway in, taking his time, letting you adjust. His forehead is still pressed to your shoulder, and you can feel how much restraint this is taking him—the way his muscles are tense, the way his breath comes in short gasps. "You're taking me so well. You always take me so well."

Finally, finally, he's fully seated inside you, and you both just breathe for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of being completely connected.

"Okay?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you.

"Yes baby," you manage. "You can move.”

"Thank fuck." He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, and then thrusts back in. The drag of his cock against your walls makes you gasp, and he groans. "That sound. Fuck, I love that sound."

He sets a steady rhythm, deep and deliberate, each thrust making you feel impossibly full. His hands are everywhere—cupping your face, tangling in your hair, gripping your hips—like he can't decide where he wants to touch you most.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, watching your face. "All flushed and breathless. The way your eyes get all hazy when I'm inside you—fuck, it drives me crazy."

"Satoru—"

"I love you so much." His voice is rough with emotion now, not just desire. "Love everything about you. The way you feel, the way you look at me, the way you let me have you like this—"

"I love you too," you gasp, and his hips stutter.

His eyes squeeze shut for a moment, and when he opens them again, there's something raw there.

"Say it again."

"I love you."

"Fuck." His pace falters, becomes less controlled. "You can't—you can't just say it like that when I'm inside you. You're gonna—shit—"

"You feel so good," you tell him, cupping his face. "So perfect. You always make me feel so good."

His breath catches, and suddenly he's kissing you desperately, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, less measured.

"You're everything," he gasps against your mouth. "Everything to me. The way you trust me, the way you look at me like I'm—fuck, baby, I can't—"

"You are," you insist, and his composure cracks completely.

"Fuck—" He's moving faster now, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. "Love how you fit around me. Like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other."

"We were," you gasp, and his eyes flash with something fierce and possessive.

"Damn right we were." He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly every thrust is devastating. "There it is. That's the spot, isn't it?"

"Yes—fuck—right there—"

"I know, baby. I know." His voice is breaking now, emotion and desire tangled together. "Gonna make you come again. Wanna watch your face when you—fuck—when you come because of me."

The pleasure is building so quickly you can barely breathe. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, his back, trying to anchor yourself as he drives into you again and again.

"That's it," he encourages, watching your face like he's memorizing it. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're close, aren't you? So fucking close."

"Don't stop—"

"Never." One of his hands slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it. Let me see you."

The combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot and his thumb on your clit is too much. Your orgasm hits you hard, pleasure crashing through you in waves that make your whole body tense and shake. You're clenching around him, and he groans at the sensation.

"Fuck, yes," he breathes, still moving, fucking you through it. "That's it. That's my girl. You're so good. So beautiful. Fuck, I love you so much."

When you finally start to come down, gasping and trembling, you expect him to follow you over the edge. But instead, he slows his movements, pressing soft kisses to your face.

"Satoru—"

"Not done with you yet," he murmurs against your lips.

Before you can respond, he's pulling out and lifting your legs, draping them over his shoulders. The new position opens you up completely, and when he pushes back in, he's somehow even deeper than before.

"Oh fuck—" you gasp, and he groans.

"There we go." He starts moving again, and this angle is devastating. Every thrust feels impossibly deep, hitting places that make your toes curl. "How's that, baby? That good?"

"Yes—fuck—Satoru—"

"I love you so much," he says, his voice rough. "You know that? I'm never letting you go. You're mine. Always gonna be mine."

"Yours," you agree breathlessly, and something in his expression goes even more intense.

"That's right." His thrusts are harder now, more purposeful. "Gonna take care of you. Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna love you for the rest of my life."

His hand moves to your stomach, pressing down, and suddenly his eyes go wide. He can feel himself inside you, the bulge of his cock with each thrust, and something feral takes over his expression.

"Holy shit," he breathes, completely mesmerized. His hand traces the outline, feeling himself move in and out of you, and he starts fucking you even harder, unable to look away. "Look at that. Look at you taking me so deep."

You're already building toward another orgasm, the intensity of this angle and his words and the way he's looking at you like you're the most incredible thing he's ever seen—it's all too much.

He's transfixed, watching his cock disappear inside you again and again, feeling the movement under his palm. His breathing is ragged, his movements becoming more frantic.

"Can you feel that, baby?" he asks breathlessly, his voice completely wrecked. "Fuck—I'm so fucking deep—you feel that?"

You look up at him with half-shut glazed eyes, your mouth parted open, completely fucked out. "Yes—fuck—yes, Satoru, I feel it—"

He groans at the sight of you—at how thoroughly wrecked you look, at the way you're falling apart beneath him. "You're so hot. So fucking hot. The way you look right now—fuck—I'm obsessed with you."

He's fucking you harder now, more urgently, his hand still on your stomach feeling himself move inside you with each thrust. The visual seems to drive him wild, and his movements become almost desperate.

"Come for me again," he demands, his other hand finding your oversensitive clit. "I know you can. I know you've got one more in you. Come on, baby. Give it to me."

"Satoru—I can't—it's too much—"

"You can." His thumb presses harder, circling your clit. "You can, baby. I need you to.”

The pleasure is building impossibly fast, almost painful in its intensity. You're so sensitive from your first two orgasms that every thrust, every touch feels magnified.

"That's it," he encourages, watching your face. "I can see it. You're right there. Just let go, baby.”

His voice is breaking, his control completely shattered, and then something raw escapes from him. 

"I want you—" His hips snap forward harder. "Fuck—want all of you.”

His composure finally snaps.

"They've been on my ass my whole life about the bloodline. About heirs. About duty." Another hard thrust, his voice is cracking. "And I never—fuck—never wanted it."

He's breathing hard, almost gasping between words.

"Not until you."

His forehead drops closer to yours, his movements becoming more frantic.

"Only you. Want to marry you—want to wake up to you every day—want to call you my wife and—ah—know you're mine—"

Your orgasm crashes through you even harder, triggered by his words, by the desperation in his voice, by the sight of him completely undone above you. You're clenching around him so tight he gasps, your whole body shaking with the intensity.

"Fuck, yes—" He's just… staring at you, still moving, still feeling himself inside you. "So beautiful—The way your face—the way you sound—fuck—"

The sight of you completely wrecked under him, the feeling of you clenching around him, the way you gasp his name—it pushes him over the edge.

"Ah—fuck—fuck—fuuckk—" He buries himself as deep as he can go and comes hard, spilling into you in hot pulses. His whole body shudders with the intensity of it, and you can feel him throbbing inside you, can feel the warmth spreading.

He collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you but clearly boneless. For a while, you just breathe together, sweaty and satisfied.

"Holy shit," you mumble.

"Yeah." He's pressing kisses all over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. He can’t seem to stop touching you, his hands running over your skin like he needs the contact. "You're amazing. Incredible. Best girlfriend in the entire world."

"Best girlfriend, or best pussy?" you tease, and he pulls back to look at you with mock offense.

"Both. Definitely both." He's grinning now, that soft, genuine smile that he only gives you. "But mostly you. I love you. Like, so much. An embarrassing amount."

"I love you too, you needy disaster."

"Your needy disaster," he corrects, and he's still touching you, hands running over your skin like he can't bear to stop. "Mine now. No takebacks."

"Wouldn't dream of it," you say softly, and you mean it.

He pulls you closer, tucking you against his chest, and you can hear his heartbeat starting to slow. The exhaustion from earlier is creeping back in, but it's different now—satisfied, content, the good kind of tired.

"We should probably shower," you murmur, but you're already half-asleep.

"Later," he mumbles into your hair. "Right now I just wanna hold you."

"Clingy."

"Yep." He doesn't even sound ashamed. "You're stuck with me. Forever. Hope you're ready for that."

"I think I can manage," you say, smiling against his chest.

Toji Fushiguro, in apartment 08, right next door, he stepped out the side door with a black garbage bag in one scarred hand, in the same tight black t-shirt you’d seen him in a dozen times before, sleeves stretched tight around thick biceps, fabric clinging to the hard planes of his chest and stomach like it was painted on. Dark sweatpants slung low on narrow hips, the waistband showing a thin strip of tanned skin when he moved. 

That scar sliced the corner of his mouth, pulling slightly when his lips twitched like he was always half a second from smirking at something only he found funny and black hair messy, damp at the temples from the heat or maybe from whatever he’d been doing inside his own place all day. 

He didn’t look your way at first, he just hefts the bag into the big metal bin with one easy toss, muscles rolling under tanned skin, then wipes his forearm across his brow.

You should’ve looked away, should’ve pretended to stare at the sky or your chipped nail polish or literally anything else, but your eyes stayed glued, tracing the way his shoulders flexed when he turned, the slow roll of his neck as he cracked it side to side and maybe he felt it, because those sharp green eyes finally flicked over.

Eyes locking on yours.

Your stomach does a nasty, liquid flip. Not fear, exactly. Something hotter. Hungrier. You feel suddenly very aware of how your shorts are bunched high on your ass, how the hoodie’s ridden up to show the dip of your spine, how your thighs are parted just enough that if he looked lower he’d see the soft inner curve where skin meets cotton.

He didn’t smile, didn’t wave. Just stood there with one big hand still resting on the bin lid, staring like he had all night to decide what he wanted to do about the pretty little thing next door finally looking back.

Then he starts walking.

Not toward his apartment, towards you.

Each step, heavy. Bare feet on gravel and the closer he gets the more details you take in, faint sheen of sweat on his throat, the way veins stand out along his forearms and he stops at the edge of your porch slab, one foot planted on the rickety porch so he’s towering without even trying.

For a second the world narrows to just that look; heavy and unreadable, dragging down the length of your sprawled body like he was cataloging every inch. The hoodie half-open so the thin tank underneath showed the soft dip between your breasts, nipples pebbled from the sudden shift in temperature and maybe something else, your shorts bunched high enough that the plump curve where thigh met hip was on full display, cotton stretched tight across your mound. 

You felt the fabric pull snug there, outlining the soft curve of your pussy in a way that made heat crawl up your neck, shifting your thighs together instinctively — only making it worse. A tiny damp spot had already started blooming at the crotch from hours of lazy daydreams and the sticky summer air.

You swallow. Throat dry. “Hi,” it comes out smaller than you meant.

Toji’s scarred mouth twitches barely. “Hey.”

Voice low and rough around the edges like gravel dragged over velvet. One word and it already felt like he’d put his palm flat on your sternum and pressed.

You sat up a little straighter, hoodie slipping off one shoulder. “You’re… Toji, right? My dad said you’re the quiet one.”

He huffed through his nose, the closest thing to a laugh you’d ever heard from him. “Yeah. That’s me.” He took one slow step closer. “And you’re the kid who’s been runnin’ around in those little shorts all summer.”

Your breath hitched, you're not a kid. Not really, but the way he said it with that lazy drawl, his eyes dropping to where your thighs are pressed together, made your clit throb under the cotton like he’d reached out and thumbed it.

“I’m not a kid,” you mumbled, cheeks burning. “I’m nineteen, almost twenty.”

Toji’s brows lifted just a fraction. “Almost twenty,” he echoed, like he was tasting the words. Another step forward, now he was close enough you could smell him; clean sweat, faint soap, something darker underneath like motor oil and cedar. “Old enough to know better than to sit out here lookin’ like that when it’s just you and me.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You tried to play it cool, tugging the hem of your hoodie down like it would hide anything. “It’s hot. I just wanted air.”

“Mm.” His gaze slid lower again, shamelessly, lingering on the visible outline of your pussy lips printed through the thin shorts, plump, puffy, already so swollen from nothing but his proximity. “Looks like you’re feelin’ more than just the heat, sweetheart.”

The pet name landed like a spark on dry grass, and you squeezed your thighs tighter, but that only made the damp cotton drag against your slick folds. A tiny, involuntary whimper slipped out before you could catch it.

Toji’s eyes darkened. He crouched slowly, his big body folding with surprising grace, until he was eye-level with you on the step. Forearms resting on spread thighs, scarred hands dangling loose between his knees. So close you can see the faint sheen of sweat on his collarbone, the way his happy trail disappears under the waistband, dark and tempting.

He tilts his head, just enough that the dying sunlight cuts across the sharp line of his jaw. Moss-green eyes drag from your bare legs up up up- slowly and unapologetic. Lingers on the bare strip of stomach where your hoodie’s rucked up. On the way your shorts cling to the plump curve of your ass, aaaaall the way up to your face like he’s cataloguing every inch he’s already seen a hundred times through cracked blinds.

“Been seein’ you around,” he says. Voice quieter now and allmost intimate. “You live next door, right? Your old man’s girl.”

Not a question again.

You nod anyway. Tongue feeling too big in your mouth.

“Yeah. I’m… back for summer break.”

He hums, deep in his chest. The sound vibrates through the humid air straight into your bones.

“Didn’t figure you’d be out here lookin’ like that,” his eyes glance to your lips then back up to your eyes, “always out this late too huh, doll?”

You blink. “...You noticed?”

Another almost-laugh. “Hard not to.”

Heat floods your cheeks. You’re suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of exposed skin. The way your nipples have pebbled against the thin hoodie fabric from the slight breeze or maybe just from him looking at you like that.

“You been watchin’ me too, huh?” he murmurs. Voice softer than you expect. Almost gentle. “Every time you come out here. Corner store. Back porch. Thought I didn’t notice?”

Your lips parted, no sound comes out at first. Then, barely a whisper, “I… I thought you didn’t.”

“Wrong.” One big hand lifts slow, carefully and the rough pad of his thumb brushes the edge of your hoodie sleeve where it had slipped down your shoulder. Goosebumps erupts across everywhere he almost touches. “Been noticin’ you since the first day you walked by in those jeans. Ass hugged so tight I could see the outline of your panties. Thought about bendin’ you over the railing right then.”

Heat floods between your thighs so fast your vision blurs and you can feel yourself leaking now, slow, syrupy slick soaking through your cotton panties, darkening the crotch of your shorts in an obvious little patch. His eyes drops to it immediately.

“Fuck,” he breathes, almost laboured. “Look at that. Sweet little pussy already cryin’ for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You whimper again, louder this time, hips shifting forward on instinct, chasing nothing.

“You alone tonight?” he asks. Casually, like he’s asking about the weather.

You nod, throat dry. “Dad’s working late again, always is.”

Toji hums, low in his chest. The sound vibrates through the air into your palms.

He reaches out, slow enough that you could pull away if you wanted.

You don’t.

Thick fingers catch the hem of your hoodie where it’s ridden up over your hip and he doesn’t pull it down. Just tugs it a little higher, exposing another inch of soft skin. His thumb brushes the edge of your shorts, barely a graze, but it feels like he’s touching you somewhere much more intimate.

“These are reaaaaal short,” he drawls. Voice gone darker. “You always walk around in shit like this?”

Your heart slams against your ribs. “Sometimes.”

He exhales through his nose, almost a growl.

“Careful, sweetheart.” His thumb presses just barely into the crease where thigh meets ass. “Lots of eyes around here.”

You’re trembling now and its not from fear, its from the sudden, vicious ache blooming low in your belly. Your thighs press together on instinct and he notices. Of course he does.

Toji’s eyes flick down to where your legs squeeze, then back up to your face, that smirk of his deepens.

“You scared of me?” he asks softly, almost sweet — if sweet could be laced with this much danger.

You shake your head, barely.

“Liar,” he says but he sounds pleased.

His hand slides higher, his fingers splaying wide across the small of your back, his palm is hot and rough as calluses drag against your skin like a promise. He doesn’t push you down. Doesn’t need to, you’re already melting into the floor boards, arching just enough that your ass lifts a fraction — offering.

He groans quietly and guttural, the first real crack in that cool exterior.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re trouble.”

You lick your lips, voice barely there. “You gonna do something about it?”

His eyes snap to yours. Dark, predatory.

For one endless second neither of you moves.

Your breath hitches when his gaze drops again — straight to the damp patch you know is starting to show. The cotton’s darker there now, clinging, outlining the plump shape of your pussy lips so clearly it’s obscene. You’re soaked, have been since you noticed him watching. And he can fucking see it.

“Pretty little thing like you,” he murmurs, voice dropping to something dangerous-soft, “sittin’ out here all needy. Drippin’ through your shorts for the old man next door.”

Your mouth falls open on a shaky gasp. No denial. No lie. Just liquid heat, shameful heat — flooding between your legs at his words.

Toji’s eyes darken and hooks one thick finger under the hem of your shorts. Doesn’t pull them down. Just lifts the fabric the tiniest bit, letting it snap back against the crease of your thigh with a soft thwack.

“Bet these panties are fuckin’ ruined,” he says, almost conversationally. “All wet and clingy, pushin’ up against the seam, yeah?”

You whimper high and helpless, hips shifting forward before you can stop them.

He chuckles, low and mean. “Knew it.”

Toji’s hand moves again, this time cupping the side of your face, thumb stroking slow along your jaw. Calluses rough against your soft skin. “Pretty thing,” he murmured. “So shy. So needy. Bet you’ve been touchin’ yourself thinkin’ about the mean neighbour next door, huh? Imaginin’ what these hands would feel like spreadin’ you open.”

Your head tipped into his palm. Eyes fluttering. “Y-yes…”

“Good girl.” Praise hits like honey dripping down your spine. He leaned in closer — close enough his breath fanned your glossed lips. “Gonna kiss you now. Wanna taste how sweet that pouty mouth is before I ruin the rest of you.”

You nodded with frantic little jerks of your head.

Then his mouth is on yours.

Soft at first, just the brush of scarred lips over your glossy ones, tasting artificial cherry and nervous salt. He groaned low in his throat the second your mouths connect, like he’d been starving for it, his big hand slides to the nape of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head exactly how he wants so he could lick slow into the seam of your lips.

You opened for him instantly. Tongue shy and tentative, his is thicker, hotter, curling against yours with lazy confidence. He kisses like he had nowhere else to be, like he could spend hours just licking into your mouth, swallowing every tiny whimper you give him.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbles against your lips between slow, wet kisses. “Taste like summer, like you’ve been waitin’ for this.”

His other hand finds your thigh, palming the plush inner meat, squeezing gently, thumb stroking higher and higher until it grazes the damp edge of your shorts, not pushing inside. Just petting. Soothing. Praising.

“Doin’ so good for me already,” he whispers, nipping your bottom lip. “Letting me kiss you like this. Letting me feel how wet you are just from my mouth. Such a good girl f'me already.”

You moan  into his kiss loud and  needy — hips canting up so his thumb presses firmer against the soaked outline of your pussy. He growls softly, rewarding you with another deep, filthy lick into your mouth.

The kiss turns hungrier. Wetter. His tongue fucks slow and deliberately into yours while his hand kneads your thigh, inching closer to where you ache most — never quite touching your clit, just circling, teasing, making you drip more and more until the cotton’s clinging transparently to every swollen fold.

He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath ragged, green eyes blown black with want.

“Tell me you want more,” he raspes. Voice wrecked. “Tell me you want my hands on you. My mouth. Everything.”

Your lips trembles, gloss smeared and eyes glassy.

“I want it,” you breathe. “Want you…please, Toji…”

He smiled then slowly, gaze darkening but still so gentle when his thumb brushes your cheek again.

“Good girl,” he purred.

And then he kissed you deeper — claiming, devouring, promising every filthy thing he's about to do to you next.

His mouth is still on yours hot, slow and filthy in the best way. Tongue sliding deep, curling lazy against yours like he's mapping every soft inch of your mouth, tasting the cherry gloss you’d slicked on earlier just because you felt pretty. 

Toji kisses like a man who’s waited too long to taste something sweet and now couldn’t get enough. A big hand cradles the back of your neck, thumb stroking the sensitive spot just under your ear while the other squeezes the plush meat of your inner thigh — fingers digging in just enough to make your hips twitch forward, chasing more pressure against the soaked cotton clinging to your pussy.

You were drowning in it. Brain turning to warm syrup, every thought melting into the wet drag of his tongue, the faint scrape of his scar against your lower lip when he sucks it between his teeth. Soft little whimpers bubbling out of you every time he pulls back just to nip, just to breathe a rough “good girl” against your mouth before diving back in deeper.

Your hands found his shoulders somewhere in the haze, your fingertips digging into hard muscles under that tight black shirt, feeling the heat rolling off him like a furnace. He smells so good up close; clean sweat, faint cologne that clung to his neck, something darker and masculine underneath that made your clit throb harder every time you inhaled.

When he finally eases back — barely an inch, forehead pressing to yours, your lips swollen, gloss smeared across both your mouths, strings of spit connecting when yours part. You were panting, chest heaving under the half-zipped hoodie, nipples tight and aching against the thin tank.

Toji’s green eyes were blown black, pupils eating up the color as he stares down at you like you were the only thing left in the world worth looking at. His thumb brushing slowly over your bottom lip, spreading the mess even more.

“Fuck, look at this mouth,” he murmurs, voice gravel-rough and wrecked. “All glossy and puffy from just my kisses. Bet it’d look even prettier wrapped around my cock.”

The words hit you like a slap of heat. Your thighs clenching hard — slick gushing fresh against your already drenched panties, the cotton so wet now it was sticking transparently to every plump fold. You could feel the outline of your pussy lips print shamelessly through the shorts, fat and swollen… begging.

You tried to speak — tried to be smart, to play it cool, but your brain was mush, words tumbling out careless and needy.

“W-wanna… come inside?” you breathed, barely coherent. “For… for a drink. Or… something. Please.”

Toji’s scarred lips curves slow and predatory, but still so fucking gentle when his thumb strokes your cheek again.

“Yeah?” he rasps. “You invitin’ the old man next door inside while your daddy’s gone? Careful, sweetheart. I might'n wanna leave once I get my hands on you proper.”

Your head bobs, frantical little nods. “I… I don’t want you to leave.”

He groans low in his throat, like the confession physically hurt him in the best way. Then he was standing, a slow roll of his muscles as he rose to his full height, now towering over you on the step. One big hand extended down.

“C’mon then pretty girl. Show me where you live.”

You take his hand, your small fingers swallowed up in his scarred palm and you let him pull you up. Legs shaky, thighs slick where they're rubbing together. The second you're standing he tugs you closer, arm banding around your waist so your soft body presses flush to his hard one. You could feel him, thick and heavy…his cock already half-hard and straining against his sweatpants, nudging insistently against your lower belly.

“Fuck,” he mutters into your hair, inhaling deep like he was trying to memorize your scent. “Smell's so sweet. Bet you taste even better between those thighs.”

He walks you the few steps to your door like that, an arm possessive around you, free hand palming slow over the curve of your ass through your shorts, squeezing the plush flesh like he was testing how soft you really are. You fumble the key with trembling fingers and he just chuckles low against your ear.

“Easy, baby. We got all night.”

The door finally opens. You stumble inside, the dim living room lit up only by the lamp you’d left on, the cheap couch, scattered textbooks from last semester you hadn’t bothered to put away. Toji kicks the door shut behind him without looking, then spun you gently until your back hits the wall beside it.

He didn’t crowd you right away. Just stood there, close enough you could feel his heat, but giving you that one last second to back out if you wanted.

You didn’t.

Instead you tipped your head back, lips parting eyes glassy and pleading.

Toji’s hand came up and cupsyour jaw so gently it made your chest ache, his thumb stroking over your swollen bottom lip again.

“Look at you,” he whispers, voice thick with something almost reverent. “So fuckin’ pretty. So young and soft and already drippin’ for a man old enough to know better. You know how filthy that is, sweetheart? How wrong?”

You whimpered, nodding your hips canting forward so the damp crotch of your shorts brushes the hard line of his cock through his sweats.

“Feels right to me,” you breathe out needy.

His eyes flutters shut for a second — like your words punched the air out of him. Then he was kissing you again, deeper this time, hungrier. Tongue fucking slow into your mouth while both hands slid down to grip your thighs, lifting you easy like you weighed nothing. Your legs wraps around his waist on instinct; he pins you to the wall with his hips, his thick cock grinding slow against your soaked pussy through layers of fabric.

You moaned loud into his mouth, a desperate, broken sound.

“That’s it,” he praises against your lips, rocking slow and deliberately. “Grind on it, baby, let me feel how wet you are for me. Soaked right through these little shorts… fuck, I can smell you. Sweet little cunt cryin’ for cock.”

His hands kneads your ass rough, spreading you open even through your clothes, his fingertips dipping under the hem of your shorts to brush the edge of your drenched panties. You jolt at the contact and he just shushes you softly by kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Doin’ so good,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl lettin’ me touch. Gonna take care of you, yeah? Gonna make this pretty pussy feel so full… but imma take my time. Wanna savor every second of ruinin’ you.”

You were shaking, your whole body trembling with need, clit throbbing against the drag of his cock every time he rolls his hips. Slick had soaked through everything now and you could feel it smearing against him, making the fabric cling obscenely.

“Toji…” His name comes out wrecked, pleading. “Please… need you.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark, tender and filthy all at once.

“I know, sweetheart,” he rasps, pressing one last soft kiss to your forehead. “I know. Gonna give you everything. But first…”

His hand slid between your bodies and cups your pussy over the shorts, his palm grinds slow against your swollen clit while two thick fingers traces the soaked outline of your lips through the cotton.

“Gonna make you come like this first,” he promises, voice low and wrecked with want. “Just from my hand, m'gonna watch this sweet little thing soak my fingers before I even get inside you. You gonna be good and come for me, baby?”

Your head falls back against the wall, eyes rolling, your hips already chasing his palm in frantic little circles.

“Y-yes… yes, please… Toji…”

He smiles slowly, dangerous and adoring.

“That’s my girl.”

And then he kisses you again deeper and filthy, while his hand works unhurried, perfect little circles over your dripping cunt, building you up slow and sweet until you’re trembling on the edge, ready to fall apart for the quiet neighbour who’d finally let you into his world.

Toji didn’t set you down.

Not even for a second.

The second your shaky “yes” left your lips he scoops you up like you weigh nothing, his big scarred hands sliding under the plush meat of your thighs, lifting you clean off the floor so your legs had no choice but to wrap tight around his narrow waist.

Your soaked shorts presses right against the thick, heavy ridge of his cock straining through his sweatpants, and the friction made you whimper into his mouth — high, the needy sound swallowed by another slow, filthy kiss.

Toji doesn’t even glance at the couch, he heads straight for your bedroom door instead. “Wanna take this where I can spread you out proper. Where I can watch every little thing that pretty face does when I make you come apart.”

Your arms loops around his neck — fingers digging into the short black hair at his nape, clinging like he's the only solid thing left in your world. He carries you down the short hallway like that, feet heavy on the cheap laminate, every step grinding his cock against your dripping pussy through the thin layers. You could feel how hard he is — thick, hot and pulsing, already leaking enough that a damp spot had started blooming on his sweats where your slick had soaked through everything.

Your bedroom door was half-open already. Small room — nothing fancy. Twin bed pushed against one wall with rumpled pastel sheets you hadn’t bothered making, fairy lights strung lazy across the headboard from last semester, a cluttered desk with half-finished college notes and empty energy drink cans. Window cracked, letting in the thick summer night air. It smells faintly like your vanilla body spray and the faint laundry detergent on your sheets.

Toji kicks the door shut behind him, a soft click of the latch sealing you both in and crosses the small space in three strides, he didn’t bother with the light. The glow from a dim lamp on your table and those soft fairy lights was enough — warm, hazy, turning his sharp features golden and making the scar on his mouth look even more wicked when he smirked down at you.

He lowered you slow onto the edge of the mattress carefully, almost worshipful, until your ass hit the comforter and your legs dangles off. But he didn’t step back. Just stayed between your spread thighs, towering, broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with something soft and hungry all at once. Big hands sliding up your sides, under the hem of your hoodie this time, his palms rough and warm dragging slow over the soft curve of your waist, thumbs brushing the underside of your tits through the thin tank. “So fuckin’ soft everywhere. Plush little body just beggin’ to be touched.”

You shiver, your whole body trembling as his hands keep roaming. Up your ribs, over the swell of your breasts, squeezing gently through fabric until your nipples peaks hard against his palms.

Then back down, his fingertips tracing the gentle pooch of your tummy, dipping into the soft dip of your navel, spreading wide to span the width of your lower belly like he was measuring how perfectly you’d fit under him.

His eyes drop lower, locking on the obscene wet spot darkening your shorts. The cotton plastered to your pussy now, every plump, fattened lip outlined clear as day, swollen clit peeking through like a needy little button begging for attention.

Slick soaked all the way through your cotton panties underneath, making the fabric sheer and clinging, showing the glossy sheen of your arousal coating every fold.

“Jesus,” he breathes, almost dazed. “Can’t even hide it, can you? Fat little cunt just printin’ out for me, drippin’ right through everything. Been leakin’ like this since I kissed you on the porch, huh?”

You nodded frantically, cheeks burning, your hips shifting forward on instinct so the soaked crotch of your shorts brushes his thigh.

Toji groans low, a deep rumble in his chest, then leans down, caging you with his arms braced on either side of your hips. His mouth finds your neck — hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing slow from under your ear down the column of your throat. He sucks gently at first, his lips sealing over soft skin, tongue flicking — then harder.

Teeth grazing just enough to sting before he soothes it with slow laps, blooming dark purple bruises one after another like he was marking territory.

“Good girl,” he whispers between sucks, voice muffled against your skin. “Lettin’ me mark you up like this. Gonna look so pretty tomorrow, little love bites all over this sweet neck so everyone knows who’s been takin’ care of you.”

His hands never stops moving, he slides them under your hoodie again, pushing the fabric up slowly until it bunches under your tits. Callused palms dragging over bare skin now, the rough texture making you arch, you let out a faint gasp, as his fingers splays wide over your soft tummy, kneading gently like he couldn’t get enough of how plush you were there.

“Love this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. “This soft little belly. Gonna watch it bounce when I’m fuckin’ you deep later. Gonna feel it quiver when you come all over my cock.”

You were whimpering nonstop now, your brain goopy, thoughts reduced to nothing but the heat of his mouth, the weight of his hands, the slow grind of his hips every time he shifts closer. He was still fully clothed, his tight black shirt stretching over thick pecs and sharp-cut abs, sweatpants slung low but you could feel every ridge of muscle flexing against you when he moved. Solid. Unyielding. Cutting through the thin layers like he was already inside you.

Toji pulls back just enough to look at your face, eyes dark, tender and filthy with want. Thumb brushing over one of the fresh bruises on your throat, a gentle stroke that made you shiver.

“Doin’ so good for me, baby,” he praises, voice low and steady. “Look how pretty you are.” Your eyes were all glassy, lips swollen, pussy so wet he could hear it every time you shift. “Gonna take my time with you, m'gonna touch every inch, talk you through it nice and slow till you’re shakin’ and beggin’.”

One hand slides down, cupping your soaked mound over the shorts, his palm grinding slow against your clit while thick fingers traces the plump outline of your lips through the fabric. Not pushing inside yet. Just petting. Soothing. Building.

“Feel that?” he whispers, pressing firmer so you could feel how your slick squelches against his palm. “That’s all for me. Sweet little thing gettin’ this messy just from my kisses and my hands. Such a good girl. My good girl.”

You moan, loud and broken, your head tipping back as your hips rolls up into his touch.

He kisses you again, his tongue sliding against yours while his hand keeps that lazy rhythm between your thighs. The other stays on your tummy, rubbing slow circles over the soft pudge, possessive and adoring all at once.

“Gonna watch you fall apart, sweetheart,” he promised against your mouth. “Gonna make this pretty pussy cum so hard you see stars. And then I’m gonna do it again. And again. Till you’re too fucked-out to think about anything but me.”

His fingers hooks under the waistband of your shorts slowly tugging it downward, just enough to bare the top of your drenched panties.

“Ready for more?” he murmurs, nipping your bottom lip. “Gonna strip you and kiss every bruise I leave, spread these plush thighs and taste how sweet you are.”

Your answer was a shaky nod, eyes locked on his and pleading.

Toji smiles slow, dangerous and so fucking gentle.

“That’s my girl.”

And then he starts peeling your hoodie off slowly, his hands worshipping every new inch of bare skin he uncovers, mouth following right behind with more soft kisses and praise, ready to unravel you piece by trembling piece on your little twin bed while the summer night presses warm against the window.

Toji pulls back from your neck, his lips shiny with spit, a fresh bruise blooming dark and pretty under your jaw and his eyes drops to your face. You were a wreck already, cheeks flushing hot, eyes glassy and half-lidded, mouth hanging open in soft little pants.

A thin string of drool had slipped from the corner of your lips, trailing slow down your chin like you’d forgotten how to swallow. Fuck. The sight punches straight through him, making his cock twitch hard against the damp front of his sweats, thickening even more until the fat head was outlined clear as day through the gray cotton.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he rasps, voice thick and wrecked. “Look at you droolin’ for me already. Can’t even keep that pretty mouth closed.”

He leans in slow, his big hand cupping the side of your face, thumb sweeping under your lower lip to catch the mess. But instead of wiping it away he just smears it wider and then dips down and licks it up himself, tongue flat and hot dragging slowly from your chin to the corner of your mouth, tasting the sweet-salty mix of your spit and his earlier kisses. You whimper the sound coming out high and broken as he seals his scarred lips over yours again in one sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

Tongues sliding messy and wet, no rhythm left. Just hunger. He sucks your bottom lip between his teeth with a gentle tug and then plunges back in, licking deep into your mouth like he was trying to drink every drop of you.

Drool spilling between your lips, stringing down your chin again, soaking into the collar of your tank. You're making the filthiest little noises, soft, wet glucks every time his tongue licks into you and he groans low against your mouth, swallowing them all down.

“Such a messy girl,” he murmurs between kisses, nipping your tongue. “Doin’ so good though. Lettin’ me lick it all up. My sweet, sloppy baby.”

He breaks the kiss with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting your mouths for a second before it snaps and he sits back on his heels between your spread thighs. His eyes raking down your body slowly, like he was memorizing every inch. Hoodie shoved up to your tits, tank rucked under them so the soft undersides spilled out.

Shorts still on but soaked dark at the crotch, clinging transparently to the plump mound of your pussy. The fat lips were printed perfect through the cotton — swollen, puffy, glossy with thick gluey slick that had leaked through your panties and was now starting to drip down the crease of your thighs, making shiny wet trails on your sheets.

Toji’s mouth waters so hard he has to swallow. His cock was rock-hard now — veined, fattened, throbbing painfully against his sweats. He palmed it once, roughly squeezed it through the fabric, just to take the edge off. The head leaking more, darkening the gray in a fat wet spot right at the tip. But he didn’t care about himself yet. Not when your pretty soaked pussy was right there, begging for his mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice strained. “Look at this messy little thing.” So sticky. So sappy. “Drippin’ all over your bed like you can’t help it.”

He hooks two thick fingers under the waistband of your shorts, slowly tugging it down your hips. You lifted for him on instinct, — a shaky little arch and he peels them off along with your drenched panties in one go. The fabric stuck for a second — clinging to your slick folds before coming free with a wet schlick. Strings of thick, glossy arousal stretching between the cotton and your pussy, snapping slow as he tosses them aside.

Your legs fell open wider, your knees bent, feet planted on the mattress and there it was; your pussymound all shiny and swollen, lips puffy and parted just enough to show the sticky pretty inside. Slick coating everything — thick, gluey strands webbing between your folds, dripping slow down to your tight little hole that clenched on nothing.

Your clit was begging — fattened, flushed dark, peeking out from its hood like it was throbbing for attention. The whole thing glistened under the fairy lights — sappy, cummy, so fucking wet it looked obscene.

Toji groaned deeply, a guttural sound coming from his chest. His hands slid up your plush thighs, spreading you wider, thumbs hooking under the meat where thigh met hip so he could hold you open. Your pussy lips parted more, the sticky strings stretching, then breaking, revealing the creamy mess inside.

“Goddamn,” he whispers, almost to himself. “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen. All swollen and leaking for me. Gonna taste every drop, baby. Gonna lick this sweet cunt clean till you’re shakin’.”

You whimper high and desperate, your hips twitching up toward his face.

He leaned in slow, his hot breath fanning over your clit first, making it jump. Then his tongue, flat and wide dragged up the entire length of your slit in one long, slow lick. From your dripping hole to the tip of your clit. Thick gluey slick coated his tongue instantly, sweet, tangy, so fucking much of it he had to swallow hard. He groaned against you, the vibration rumbling straight through your core.

“So sweet,” he praised, voice muffled as he licked again — slower this time, savoring it. “Taste like fuckin’ heaven. My good girl’s pussy all creamy and ready. Doin’ so perfect for me.”

His tongue circled your clit, with gentle flicks at first, then slower, broad laps that made your hips buck. One big hand slid up to your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the plush curve, holding you down gentle while his mouth worked. The other kept your thigh spread, thumb stroking soothing circles on the inner meat while he sucked your clit between his lips, a soft pull, then releasing, then pulling again.

You were moaning nonstop loud and  wrecked, the sounds filling the small room. Slick gushing  fresh with every lick — thick ropes of it coating his chin, dripping down his neck. He didn’t stop, just kept on lapping messy and hungry, his tongue dipping into your tight hole to scoop out more of that gluey cream, then dragging back up to suckle your clit like it was candy.

“Look at her clenchin’,” he murmured between licks, eyes flicking up to watch your face. “So tight and needy. Gonna come for me like this, yeah? Gonna let me drink all this pretty mess while you fall apart?”

His tongue plunged deeper, fucking slow into your hole, then he pulled out to circle your clit again, the hand on your tummy pressed firmer, feeling the way your muscles quivered under his palm.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, voice thick with praise. “Doin’ so good. Such a sweet girl lettin’ me eat this pussy. Gonna make you come so hard you soak my face. Then I’m gonna do it again. Gonna keep goin’ till you’re cryin’ my name.”

He sucked harder, his lips sealing around your clit, tongue flicking faster now and your whole body arched, your thighs shaking, hands fisting the sheets, drool slipping from your open mouth again as the pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly.

Toji didn’t let up, he just kept licking slow and filthy, worshipfully talking you through every tremor, every gush of slick, every broken whimper.

“My perfect girl,” he rasped against your dripping cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me taste how good I make you feel.”

And with one more long, slow drag of his tongue — circling your begging clit just right — you shattered.

You came hard, harder than you ever had alone in this little bed with your fingers or with that cheap little vibe tucked in your drawer. Your whole body seized up like lightning hit your spine, thighs clamping around Toji’s head on instinct, plush hips bucking wild against his mouth while thick ropes of slick gushed straight onto his tongue.

Your clit throbbing against his lips — fat, swollen, pulsing like a second heartbeat — and he didn’t pull away. Didn’t even flinch. Just groaned deep into your cunt like the taste of your orgasm was the only thing he’d been starving for all summer.

“Thaaat’s it,” he rasped, voice muffled and wrecked against your dripping folds. “Come all over my face, sweetheart. Fuck, look at her spillin’ for me. So sweet. So fuckin’ messy.”

He kept licking slow, greedy — greedy laps through the aftermath — cleaning up every fresh gush like he couldn’t bear to waste a drop. Your pussy lips were puffy and flushed dark now, glossy with spit and cum, parting easy every time his tongue nudged between them. Slick coated his chin, dripping down his scarred neck in shiny trails, soaked into the collar of his black shirt. The fairy lights caught it all — turning the mess iridescent, obscene, beautiful.

You were shaking, overstimulated already, clit so sensitive it hurt in the best way, but Toji wasn’t done. Not even close. Man-starved didn’t even cover it, he ate like he’d been denied pussy his whole life and yours was the first real meal he’d ever had. Toji after a moment hooked his fingers into the underside of his shirt and pulled it off in one fluid motion.

Then his big hands shoved your thighs wider, thumbs hooking under the crease where thigh met hip, spreading you so open your tight little hole winked at him with every clench.

He pulled back just enough to look, eyes black with hunger, pupils blown wide watching the way your fattened lips trembled, the way thick gluey strings of your arousal stretched between them like spider silk every time you fluttered.

“Goddamn,” he breathed softly. “This pretty cunt’s still cryin’ for more. Look how she’s clenchin’… all tight and needy even after comin’ that hard. Fuck, baby… you’re killin’ me.”

He dove back in — lips sealing over your clit again, sucking soft at first, then harder. Wet, filthy pulls that made your hips jerk, made your back arch off the mattress until your tits spilled free from under the rucked-up tank. His tongue flicked fast over the swollen bud — quick little lashes — then slowed to broad, dragging circles that had you sobbing.

“Toj i— f-fuck — too much — s’too much — ”

“Shhh,” he soothed without stopping, voice vibrating straight through your core. “You can take it. Doin’ so good for me. My perfect girl. Just lemme taste a little more. Gotta drink every drop this sweet pussy’s givin’ me.”

He licked lower, his tongue plunging slow into your tight hole, fucking in and out with lazy thrusts that made obscene wet squelches fill the room. Your walls fluttered around him greedily, sucking at his tongue like they wanted to keep him inside forever. He groaned — deep, guttural — then pulled out just to spit right onto your clit. A thick glob of his saliva landed hot and heavy, mixing with your slick, running down your folds in slow rivulets.

You whimpered, high and broken when he blew a soft puff of air over the mess, his cool breath hitting your overheated, spit-slick clit like ice on fire. Your whole pussy jolted — clit jumping, hole clenching hard enough to push out another bead of thick cream that dripped slow down your ass.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, watching it with dark, fascinated eyes. “Look at her twitch. Sensitive little thing. Love how she jumps when I blow on her. Gonna make her come again just like this.” You were overstimulated and shaking.

He sucked your clit back into his mouth, gently this time, lips soft around the swollen bud while his tongue lapped slow, soothing circles. One hand slid up your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the soft give of skin, fingers splaying to feel every quiver of your muscles.

The other kept your thigh pinned, thumb stroking slow, reassuring circles on the inner skin like he was petting you through the overstimulation.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured between sucks, pulling off just long enough to speak before diving back in. “Lettin’ me eat this messy cunt even when it’s too much. Takin’ everything I give you. So pretty when you cry for me like this.”

He licked into you again, deeper this time, his tongue curling to scoop out the thickest parts of your cream, feeding it back to your pussy with slow, filthy thrusts. Then he pulled out, lips shiny, chin dripping and spat again. Right onto your hole this time, watching it slide in, mixing with your slick until everything was glossy and obscene.

“Breathe, baby,” he cooed, blowing another soft puff over your clit, watching it throb, watching your hips buck helplessly. “Just breathe. M'gonna make you come again. Gonna suck this pretty clit till you’re soakin’ the sheets even more. Wanna see how many times I can make her gush before you’re beggin’ me to fuck you.”

Your hands flew to his hair — fingers tangling in the black strands, pulling hard enough to make him growl against you. But he loved it, loved the way you were falling apart and drooling again, spit slipping from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolling back as another wave built fast and brutal in your belly.

He sucked harder — lips sealing tight, cheeks hollowing — tongue flicking relentless over your clit while he hummed low, vibrations rumbling straight through you. His free hand pressed firmer on your tummy, feeling the way your muscles clenched, the way your whole body trembled on the edge.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he praised, voice thick and wrecked. “Give it to me. Come all over my tongue again. Let me taste how overstimulated this sweet pussy gets for me. My good girl, my perfect, messy, drippin’ girl.”

One more long, slow drag of his tongue, circling your clit just right, then plunging back into your clenching hole and you shattered again. Harder. Louder, your whole body convulsing, thighs shaking around his head, slick gushing in thick spurts that coated his mouth, his chin and the sheets beneath you.

Toji drank it all — groaning like a man possessed — licking slow through the aftershocks, soothing your twitching clit with soft kitten licks while you sobbed his name, overstimulated and wrecked and still so fucking needy for more.

He finally pulled back — lips swollen, face a mess of spit and cum, his eyes locking on yours with that dark, adoring hunger.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, crawling up your body slow, caging you under his broad frame. “You taste like sin. Like every filthy thing I’ve ever wanted.”

His mouth found yours, in a slow, deep kiss letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Thick fingers sliding between your thighs again and petting your soaked, puffy pussy gentle now, soothing the oversensitive folds.

“Still shakin’,” he murmured against your lips, smiling soft and filthy. “Still drippin’. Think you can take my cock now, sweetheart? Or you need me to eat this pretty cunt one more time first?”

Your answer was a broken whimper — hips canting up toward his hand, begging without words.

He chuckled low, dark and tenderly.

“That’s my girl.”

Toji had finally pulled his mouth off your wrecked pussy — lips swollen dark red, his chin still glistening with thick ropes of your slick and his spit that stretched and snapped every time he moved. 

He gave you one more slow, sweet savouring kiss to your sweet little lips before crouching back down between your trembling thighs for a second longer, just staring at the mess he’d made; your fat pussy mound all shiny and puffy, lips parted and drooling slow streams of cream down your ass, onto the already soaked sheets.

Your clit was a throbbing little pearl now — fattened up dark and glossy, peeking out like it was begging for one more touch even after two brutal orgasms. Your tight hole kept clenching on nothing — suckling air, pushing out fresh beads of gluey slick that made obscene wet sounds in the quiet room.

He groaned low, the sound ripping out from deep in his chest and he palmed his cock through his sweats again. Harder this time, giving it a rough squeeze that made the thick vein along the underside jump under his hand.

The front of the gray fabric was wrecked — a dark wet patch spreading from the fat, leaking tip, glossy pre soaking through in thick globs that clinged to the cotton like honey.

You saw the outline perfectly now; his fat fuckin’ cock all hardened up for you, swollen and heavy, curving slightly to the left, the round mushroom head so chubbed and probably flushed it looked angry.

“Fuck, look what you did to me, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice gravel-thick with want. “Got me so hard it hurts. Leakin’ like a faucet just from tastin’ this pretty cunt. You see how much pre I’m givin’ you? All for this messy little pussy.”

He shoved his sweats down slow enough to free himself, then kicked it off completely. His cock sprang out heavy the thick base dusted with dark curls of hair, shaft veined and ridged, fattened tip glossy with a fat pearl of pre that beaded at the pink slit and dripping slow down the underside.

It bobbed once, smacking wet against his abs, before he wrapped one scarred hand around the middle and gave himself one lazy stroke. More pre welled up — thick and clear — dribbling over his knuckles.

Your mouth watered. Your pussy clenched hard — sappy walls fluttering, clit jumping at the sight. You were so wet still — thicker now, gluey strands webbing between your lips every time your hips twitched.

Toji crawled back up your body, slow and carefully caging you in, under his broad frame. One thick forearm braced beside your head, the other hand guiding his cock down between your thighs. He didn’t push in…not yet. Just rubbing slow, filthy drags of that fattened round tip through your glossed folds.

The head was scorching hot — swelled up so big it parted your puffy lips easy, spreading them wide around the blunt crown. Your clammy, glued pussylips sucked at him, clinging wetly every time he dragged back, strings of your slick stretching from your hole to his tip like they didn’t want to let go. He nudged your clit with the slit, smearing thick pre over the aching bud — making it throb harder, making you whimper high and broken.

“Feel that?” he murmurs, voice low and mean-teasing as he rocked slow. “Fat fuckin’ cock all hardened up just for you.” Rubbin’ right through your glossy folds. “Y’er sweet little pussy’s kissin’ me back, suckin’ on the tip like she’s tryin’ to pull me in.”

You nodded — desperately, drool slipping from your open mouth again, hips canting up to chase more friction. Your clit was so achy, fattened and sensitive, every glide of his swollen head over it sent sparks shooting up your spine.

Toji chuckled, the sound breathless and dark — then pressed firmer. The round tip notched right at your entrance, stretching the tight ring just enough to make your hole flutter and suckle greedy around him. Not inside. Just teasing…just enough to feel how hot and wet and ready you were.

“Look how she’s grippin’,” he praised, eyes locked on where your pussy lips hugged the head of his cock — clinging, glossy, dripping. “Tight little hole sucklin’ like she’s starvin’. Fuck, baby, you’re so so wet. Drippin’ all over my dick before I even get in. Such a needy girl.”

He rocked against you slowly again, dragging that fattened tip up your slit to bump your clit, then back down to nudge your hole. Pre mixed with your slick, making everything slippery, obscene, the wet schlick, schlick, schlick filling the room every time he teased. Your clit throbbed harder, achy and begging, every time the ridge of his crown caught it just right.

“Toji…please—” Your voice cracked — high, pleading. “Need it… need you inside…”

He groaned, the deep rumble vibrating through both of you, then leaned down to kiss you lovingly, slow and sweet, his tongue sliding against yours while he kept that mean, teasing rhythm; fat tip rubbing through your folds, bumping your clit, nudging your hole, spreading you open without giving you what you craved.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, voice wrecked with restraint. “Gonna tease this sweet pussy a little longer. Wanna feel how much wetter you get. Wanna watch this fat little cunt cry for my cock till you’re shakin’ and sobbin’.”

One big hand slid under your ass, lifting your hips just enough to change the angle. Now every slow drag had his swollen tip catching right on your entrance — stretching the rim, making your walls flutter desperate around nothing. Your clit dragged along the thick underside of his shaft, veins bumping the sensitive bud, sending fresh gushes of slick coating him.

“Feel how hard I am for you?” he rasped, rocking firmer. All his thick pre leakin’ “Just thinkin’ about sinkin’ into this tight, pretty cunt. You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby. So ready. But I wanna hear you beg a little more. Wanna hear how bad my good girl needs this fat cock stretchin’ her open.”

Your hands flew to his shoulders — nails digging into hard muscle, your hips rolling up frantically to chase his teasing. Slick squelching loud between you, gluey strands clinging to his shaft, dripping down his heavy balls that brushed your ass with every rock.

“Toji… please… fuck m’need you so bad —” You were babbling now, voice wrecked, drool slipping down your chin. “Want your cock… want it deep… please —”

He smiled slow, adoringly and mean, then kissed you again, deep and claiming — while his hips kept that torturous rhythm: fat fuckin’ cock rubbing slow through your glossed folds, teasing your achy clit, nudging your suckling hole, making you drip and clench and beg for the stretch you were dying for.

“Soon, baby,” he promised, voice thick with hunger. “Gonna give you every thick inch. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy so good you’ll feel me for days. But first… keep beggin’. Keep drippin’. Show me how desperate my sweet girl is for it.”

And he kept teasing, relentless — until your whole body was trembling, pussy clenching empty and greedy, clit throbbing achy and swollen, slick pooling under your ass in a sticky puddle while he watched you fall apart under his mean, loving touch.

Toji’s hips stilled for a second, his fat, glossy cockhead still notched right at your entrance, stretching the tight ring of your hole just enough that it fluttered desperately around him. Your clammy, slick walls were sucking greedily at the swollen tip, like your pussy was trying to pull him deeper even while fighting the stretch. He was so fuckin’ thick, the round mushroom head bloated and veined, ridged crown — catching on every soft fold as he pushed forward slowly, agonizingly slow.

You gasped high and sharp the sound cracking into a whimper — back arching off the mattress, plush thighs trembling where they were hooked over his hips. Your hole clenched hard on instinct — clammy, hot and so so tight it made his breath hitch rough in his throat.

“Fuck.. easy, sweetheart,” voice low and wrecked, one big scarred hand sliding under your ass to lift your hips just a fraction higher. “You’re grippin’ me like a vice already and I’ve barely got the tip in. So fuckin’ tight… this pretty little cunt’s never taken anything this big, huh?”

You shook your head — frantic little jerks — drool slipping from the corner of your mouth again as you stared up at him with glassy, pleading eyes.

Your clit still achy and swollen from his teasing, throbbing every time the base of his shaft dragged against it on accident. Slick poured out around his tip — thick, gluey strands coating the fat crown, dripping down his heavy balls in slow, shiny rivulets.

Toji groaned gutterally, his forehead dropping to rest against yours for a second while he fought not to just slam home. His cock throbbing hard inside that tiny stretch — veins pulsing against your clenching walls, pre leaking in fat drops that mixed with your cream and made everything even messier.

“Look at you tryin’ so hard for me,” he praised, voice soft and thick with adoration even as his hips rocked in tiny, teasing nudges. “Takin’ just the tip like such a good girl. Feel how she’s suckin’ on me? Fuck…your hole’s so tight and wet, baby. Grippin’ like she don’t ever wanna let go.”

He pushed forward another fraction — barely an inch more and your pussy resisted, walls fluttering wild around the fattened ridge of his crown. The stretch burned sweet — hot, the aching fullness made your toes curl and your nails rake down his broad back. A fresh gush of slick squirted out around him, coating his shaft, dripping onto the sheets in a sticky puddle.

“Haaah —Toji ” Your voice broke, high and wrecked, hips twitching up like you couldn’t decide if you wanted more or needed a second to breathe.

“Shhh, I got you,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth gently-sweet — tongue flicking out to catch the drool on your chin. “Doin’ so perfect. So so tight for me… gonna make it fit, yeah? Gonna stretch this sweet little pussy slow till she’s huggin’ every thick inch. You’re my good girl, my perfect, drippin’ girl. Just breathe for me.”

His free hand slid up your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the plushness there, fingers splaying to feel the way your muscles quiver under him. He rocked again — tiny, shallow thrusts that barely moved the tip in and out, just enough to let your walls flutter and adjust around the blunt head.

Every nudge made obscene wet sounds, — schlick- schlick-schlick — your slick squelching loudly around him, strings of it clinging to his veined shaft like they were trying to keep him buried.

“Feel that burn, baby?” he cooed, voice low and praising as he watched your face — eyes locking on every flutter of your lashes, every tremble of your lips. “That’s me openin’ you up. So tight it’s squeezin’ the cum right outta me… fuck, you’re leakin’ all over my cock. Such a messy, needy cunt. Love how she’s fightin’ me and still beggin’ for more.”

He pushed again — slower this time — watching with dark, hungry eyes as another inch sank in. Your hole stretched wider, your puffy lips hugging the thickest part of his crown, clinging glossy and white-knuckled around him. The stretch was obscene — your clit jumping every time the ridge dragged over it on the way in, fresh cream bubbling out to coat him.

“Haaah — fuck — there we go,” he breathed, thumb stroking slow circles over your lower belly where he could feel the faint bulge starting to form just from the tip and a little more. “Look at that… already makin’ a pretty little bump and I’m not even halfway. So fuckin’ tight, sweetheart. Takin’ me like you were made for it.”

You were sobbing softly now, broken little sounds as your hips canted up helplessly, trying to take more even as your walls spasmed around the invasion. Slick pouring steadily, thick and gluey — drenching his balls, soaking the sheets under your ass in a warm, sticky mess.

Toji leaned down and kissed you deep and slow, his tongue sliding against yours while he kept those tiny, rocking thrusts. Just the tip popping in and out, stretching you open, teasing your clenching hole, making your clit throb against the veined underside every time he pulled back.

“Doin’ so good,” he whispers  into your mouth between kisses. “My sweet girl takin’ just the tip so perfectly. Gonna keep goin’ slow, gonna make it fit inch by inch till this fat cock’s buried deep where you need it. You feel how hard I am for you? How much I’m leakin’? All ‘cause this tight little pussy’s grippin’ me like she never wants me to leave.”

One more gentle push and another thick inch goes sliding in and your back bows, a moan ripping out loud and raw as your walls flutter wild around him. He stills again, letting you adjust, his forehead pressing to yours, breath ragged.

“Almost there, baby,” he praises, voice thick with restraint and adoration. “So so tight… but you’re takin’ me so good. My perfect girl. Gonna fill you up soon, m’gonna stretch this sticky hole till it’s huggin’ every veiny inch. Ahh — Just a little more… just breathe and let me make it fit.”

His thumb finds your clit, and circles over the swollen bud slow and gently while he rocks another inch in shallow, keeping you on that razor edge of stretch and pleasure. Slick gushing fresh with every tiny thrust — coating him, dripping down, making the slide just a little easier even as your pussy fights to keep him right where he is.

“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your tear-streaked cheek. “Tell me how full you are already… how much you need the rest.”

Your answer is a broken whimper, your hips rolling up desperately, pussy clenching hard around just the tip and a little more now.

“Need… need all of you… please, Toji —”

He smiles slow, filthy but so fucking tender, then kisses you again, deep and claiming while his hips started that slow, relentless push forward again.

“That’s my girl,” he rasps against your lips. “Gonna give you everything. Gonna make this tight little cunt take every thick inch till you’re cryin’ and comin’ all over me.”

And inch by torturous inch he keeps making it fit. Slow. Sweet. Praising you through every clench, every gush, every trembling stretch until your pussy finally starts to yield — walls fluttering open, sucking him deeper, greedily and wrecked and so so ready for the rest.

Then Toji’s patience snapped like a thin wire, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest as his big scarred hands clamped around your soft waist. No warning. No gentle coaxing. Just raw, starving need. He grabs your little body like it was his to manhandle, his rough palms digging into your plush hips, flipping you onto your side in one swift yank that made the mattress springs squeak protest.

“Fuck ah I-I can’t take it anymore,” he rasps, voice thick and wrecked. “Need to go deeper. Need this tight cunt stuffed full, m’gonna make her take every fuckin’ inch now.”

He drags you down the bed, the sheets tangling around your ankles, until your ass hangs off the edge just enough, cheeks jiggling from the rough pull. Your face mashed into the rumpled comforter — cheek smushing against the soft fabric, drool already pooling under your agape mouth.

One hand flew out on instinct, your fingers clutching the fluffy stuffed bear you keep on the pillow (the one with the little bow tie you’d had since middle school), knuckles white as you gripped it like a lifeline while your body arches helplessly.

Toji presses your legs together, his thick thighs pressing your plush ones tight, forcing your chubby little cunt to pucker even more obscenely. Your fat pussy lips squished together now, glossy and swollen, the plump folds mashed into one slick, puffy seam that barely parts for the fat pink tip still teasing your entrance.

The position makes everything tighter — your gummy walls clenching harder, clit trapped between those squeezed-together lips, throbbing achy and trapped against the pressure.

He lines up, his veined, thick cock — throbbing heavy in his fist — and pushes in.

No slow tease this time.

The fat crown spears past your puckered entrance with a wet, filthy pop — stretching those mashed-together lips wide around his girth. Your hole sucking greedily and clenching so tight it made his eyes roll back,  but he doesn’t stop.

Just keeps feeding inch after thick, veined inch into your poor stuffed cunt, the squeeze so intense it forces thick ropes of your gooey cream to bubble out around him, coating his shaft in shiny white strands that drip slow down your inner thighs.

“Haah… fuck — listen to her,” he groans, hips snapping forward harder now that the angle let him sink deeper. “This chubby little cunt’s cryin’ so loud for me. Squeezin’ like she’s scared I’ll pull out… but she’s suckin’ me right back in. Fuckin’ perfect.”

You wail high, lewd and broken, your cries muffled into the mattress — voice cracking every time his cock punches deeper. Never been fucked like this, with legs squeezed shut making your pussy feel impossibly smaller, every ridge and vein dragging slow and mean along your gummy walls.

Your fat lips puckering tight around his base — stretching thin and glossy, clinging desperately like they were made to mold to his shape. The pressure mashes your clit right against the thick underside of his shaft — rubbing it raw with every brutal thrust, sending sparks shooting up your spine until your toes curl hard.

Toji loses it completely.

Big hands gripping your hips — fingers sinking into soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and he starts pounding. Deep, mean strokes that bottoming out with a wet slap every time his heavy balls smacks your clit.

Precum and your thick cream mixing into a frothy mess squirting out around his cock with every pull-back, dripping in sticky webs down your thighs, soaking the edge of the bed where your ass hangs off.

“Goddamn, look at this mess you’re makin’,” he pants, voice rough and praising all at once. “Gooey little pussy just spillin’ everywhere f’me. So fuckin’ cute how she’s creamin’ all over my dick… takin’ it so deep even when she’s squeezes this tight. My good girl…my filthy, drippin’ girl.”

Your cries turn desperate — muffled sobs into the stuffed bear you are clutching, tears streaking hot down your cheeks. Every thrust punches the air out of your lungs, his cockhead kissing your cervix mean and relentless, stretching your gummy walls wide around his veined thickness.

Your clit rubs mercilessly against him — trapped between those puckered lips, swollen and throbbing, building that coil tighter and tighter until your whole body shakes.

“Feel that?” he growles, leaning over you, his broad chest pressing to your back, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours. One hand slides up to cup your soft tummy — palm pressing down so he can feel the bulge of his cock moving inside you. “Feel how deep I am, baby? Stuffin’ this chubby cunt so full she’s leakin’ like a faucet. Gonna make you come like this.” legs squeezed tight, clit rubbed raw and pussy stretched mean around every thick inch of his.

He snaps his hips harder, the angle perfect now, his cock dragging right over that spongy spot inside while his shaft grinds against your trapped clit. Slick squelches loud and obscene, wet slaps filling the room, your gooey cream frothing white at the base of his cock, dripping in thick strands every time he pulls back.

You shatter hard.

Whole body convulsing, walls clamping down like a vice around his pounding cock, milking him greedily as you scream into the mattress. Fresh gushes of slick squirting out around him, hot and messy, soaking his balls, drenching the sheets, making every thrust even sloppier. Your clit throbs wild against him — overstimulated and raw, sending aftershocks after aftershock rippling through you until your legs shake uncontrollably.

Toji groans deep and feral, his hips stuttering as your pussy sucks him in tight.

“Fuck… Aaah yeah, come on my cock, sweetheart,” he praises, voice breaking with how close he was. “Squeezin’ so fuckin’ tight… makin’ such a cute mess f’er me. Good girl, my perfect, pretty girl. Gonna fill this stuffed cunt up soon… gonna pump you so full you’ll be leakin’ me for days.”

He didn’t stop, Toji kept fucking you through it, with mean, deep thrusts that made your ass jiggle, made your cries turn hoarse and wrecked. His veined cock dragged slow and filthy through your fluttering walls — still so tight from your legs squeezed together and clit still rubbing helpless against him with every slam.

“Haah mhnm fuck…m’not done yet,” he rasps, hand sliding down to spread one cheek, exposing where you were stretched obscene around him. “Gonna keep, ah goin’. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy till she’s cryin’ for more… till you’re so full of cum you can’t move.”

And he did — pounding harder, deeper, meaner all while you clutched your stuffed bear tighter, face buried in the mattress, drooling and sobbing and coming undone again and again around his thick cock that finally fit all the way inside your chubby, gooey, perfect little cunt.

Toji’s hips roll in one long, deliberate drag — pulling back just enough that his thick, veined cock starts to slip free from your stuffed little hole. Your sloppy pussy doesn't want to let go. Gummy walls clenching down hard — squeezin’ greedy around every ridge and bump like they’re scared he’d leave you empty.

His foreskin bunches up soft and slick around the fattened base of his crown as he withdraws — pink tip glistening obscene with a thick coat of your cream and his own sappy pre, strings of it stretching taut between your puffy lips and his shaft before snapping wetly against your inner thighs.

You whine high and utterly broken, face mashed deeper into the mattress, your cheek smushed against the soft fur of your stuffed bear, fingers clutching the little plush thing so tight the seams strained. Drool still pooling under your slacked maw, soaking the fabric while your hips twitch back helplessly, chasing the stretch even as he teases you with the slow retreat.

“Fuck haah… listen to that,” he rasps, voice low and filthy-thick with awe. “This nasty lil’ pussy’s makin’ the sloppiest sounds just ‘cause I’m pullin’ out. Squelchin’ like she’s beggin’ me to stay buried. So fuckin’ greedy, baby.”

He didn’t let you go empty for long.

Right when the fat pink tip was almost out — your hole fluttering desperately around the ridge, he leaned over you again, his broad chest pressing hot to your back — and spat. A thick, heavy glob of spit landing right on your stretched entrance — hot and messy — sliding down the puffy seam of your mashed-together pussylips before dripping slow into the clenching ring still hugging his crown, the added slick made everything even nastier, your syrup-thick cream mixing with his spit, bubbling white and frothy where your walls gripped him.

Toji groans deep, a rumble that vibrates straight through you as he pushes forward again. Slow and mean, feeding every thick inch back into your pussy until his hips slapped flush against your ass, his balls heavy and wet smacking your clit trapped between those squeezed thighs. Your pussy sucking him in greedy — gummy walls fluttering wild, clinging so tight it made his eyes roll back.

“Haah…there we go,” he praises, hands clamping harder on your soft waist — fingers sinking into plush flesh like you really are his personal fleshlight, something soft and warm and perfect to use. “Takin’ me all the way again. Feel how deep I am, sweetheart?” His cockhead now kissin’ your cervix… — mngh "Stretchin’ this sloppy hole wide. God your pussy’s so fuckin’ good. So tight even after all that cream you just gushed.”

He drew back again slowly and torturous, watching the way your fat pussylips dragged along his veined shaft, clinging glossy and swollen, trying to keep him inside. Nasty lil’ squelches filling the room — wet, obscene pops every time he pulls out halfway — your syrup-thick pussy noisily protesting, cream bubbling out in thick white rings around his base, dripping slow down your inner thighs in sticky trails that soaked the edge of the mattress.

Your sobbing is muffled into the stuffed bear, your whole body trembling as he manhandles you deeper into the bed. One big hand slides up your spine — pushing your face firmer into the comforter, while the other grips your waist harder, yanking your hips back to meet every slow, punishing thrust.

He spreads your fat pussylips wider with his thumbs — peeling them apart even as your legs stay squeezed tight together — exposing the glossy pink inside where his thick cock splits you open.

“Look at her stretch,” he growls, voice wrecked with how good it feels. Your plump lil’ lips puckering so tight around him… huggin’ every veiny inch like she was made for his cock. “Fuck mhng baby, you’re ruinin’ me. This pussy’s too perfect… too sloppy… too fuckin’ tight.”

He bottoms out again, harder this time, his cockhead bullying deep until you feel that familiar bulge in your lower tummy, the faint swell under his palm when he presses down. Your clit rubbed raw against the underside of his shaft — trapped and throbbing — every drag sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves until your thighs shake uncontrollably.

Toji didn’t speed up. Didn’t rush. Just kept that slow, deep pace — drawing back until only the fat tip stretched your entrance, then sinking all the way in with one long, filthy glide. Each pull-out made your pussy squelch louder — cream frothing white at his base, dripping in thick ropes — each push-in forcing more of your gooey slick to bubble out around him, coating his balls, soaking your ass cheeks, turning everything into a warm, sticky mess.

“God mhm feel that?” he rasps, leaning down to nip the shell of your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “How your pussy’s clenchin’ every time I try to pull out? Squeezin’ like she doesn't ever wanna be empty. My good girl… my perfect, drippin’ girl. Takin’ this thick cock so deep… makin’ such cute, nasty noises for me.”

His hands tighten on your waist — using you like he owns you — pulling your hips back to meet every slow, punishing thrust while he grounds deeper, letting the fat crown drag over that spongy spot inside until your cries turn hoarse and wrecked.

Your stuffed bear was crushed against your chest now, your fingers white-knuckled and face buried so deep in the mattress you could barely breathe around the drool and tears.

He spat again, a thick glob landing right where you were stretched widest around him — watching it slide in, mixing with the mess until everything was even slicker and messier.

“Not stoppin’,” he promises, voice low and filthy-sweet. “Gonna keep fuckin’ this little pussy… till she’s cryin’ and cumin’ again. Till you’re so full of my cum you can’t move, doll Till every time I pull out you’re squirtin’ that syrup-thick cream all over me.”

One more long, slow drag out and your pussy noisily protests with wet, lewd squelches, then he sinks back in deep, bottoming out with a wet slap that made your ass jiggle, clit grind hard against him, walls fluttering wild around every thick, veined inch of his.

“Haah…fuck t-there’s my girl,” he groans, kissing the back of your neck soft and filthy. “Takin’ it so good… makin’ me lose my fuckin’ mind. Gonna keep usin’ you just like this… slow… aah… till you’re nothin’ but a creamy, shakin’ mess for me.”

And he did, he kept that torturous rhythm, his hands bruising your waist, cock stretching your sloppy hole wide, foreskin bunched… slick, spit and cream mixing into the nastiest mess while you clutch your stuffed toy for dear life, sobbing his name into the mattress, pussy clenching greedily and wrecked around his thick cock that owned you completely.

Toji’s hips stayed buried deep, his thick cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your stuffed pussy, every veiny inch hugged so tight by your gummy walls that pulling out even an inch felt like fighting gravity. But he didn’t need to thrust right now.

Not when he had you exactly where he wanted; face-down, ass-up on the edge of your bed, legs squeezed shut, chubby pussy lips puckered and swollen around the base of his shaft like a glossy, creamy ring.

Your pretty little hole was still fluttering around him — suckling greedily on every ridge, even after the last brutal orgasm ripped through you, leaving your thighs trembling and slick dripping in slow, syrupy ropes down the insides of your legs.

He leaned over you, his broad chest pressing hot to your back, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours, until his scarred lips brushed the shell of your ear.

One big hand stayed clamped on your soft waist, fingers digging possessive bruises into plush flesh, while the other slid down between your squeezed-together thighs.

Rough callused fingertips found your puffed-out clit immediately — swollen, fat and glossy from all the rubbing, peeking out from between those mushed puffy lips like a needy little button begging for more.

“Fuck haah… look at this messy thing,” voice low and wrecked with hunger. “So puffed up… so gooey and sappy from comin’ all over my cock. Can’t even hide how bad she wants it.”

His fingers started moving in filthy, lazy circles right over your swollen bud. Not fast. Not rough. Just slow, perfect rubs that made your clit jump and throb under the pad of his middle finger.

He smeared your own thick cream around it — mixing it with the frothy white ring still clinging to his base — making every glide slicker, hotter, nastier. Your pussy clenched hard around his buried cock in response — walls fluttering wild, milking him greedy even though he wasn’t moving yet.

You whimper high, the broken sound muffled into the stuffed bear you were still clutching like it could save you from how good it felt. Drool soaked the plush's fur, tears streaking hot down your cheeks, whole body shaking as those filthy circles kept coming — round n’ round, a slow pressure that built the ache back up fast.

“Haah… m’can’t stop touchin’ you, baby,” he groaned against your neck, nipping the soft skin where he’d already left dark bruises. “Even if I tried… fuck, this little clit’s too perfect. So fat and slippery… jumpin’ every time I rub right here.”

He pressed firmer, his middle finger circling tighter now, thumb hooking under to spread your puffy lips just enough to expose more of that sensitive pearl.

The motion dragging his cock the tiniest bit inside you — barely a rock, just enough to let the fat crown nudge your spongy spot while his fingers worked your clit relentlessly. Fresh slick gushed out around him, thick and syrupy — coating his hand, dripping down his wrist in warm rivulets that soaked into the sheets.

Your hips bucked back helplessly, your ass jiggling against his pelvis, trying to grind into his touch even as your pussy clenched tighter around the thick intrusion splitting you open.

Every filthy circle sent sparks shooting straight up your spine, your clit throbbed so hard it hurt in the sweetest way, walls spasming around his cock like they were trying to pull him even deeper.

“Goddamn…ya feel that?” he murmured, voice thick with praise and filth. “How your cunt ’s grippin’ me every time I rub this pretty clit? Squeezin’ like she’s beggin’ for more even though she’s already stuffed full. My good girl… my perfect, drippin’ mess. Look how she’s leakin’ just from my fingers. So fuckin’ sensitive.”

He sped up just a fraction, circles turning tighter, faster. The pad of his finger flicking quick over the swollen tip of your clit before smoothing back into those slow, filthy loops.

Your cries turned desperate, hoarse and wrecked, sobs muffled into the bear as your thighs shook harder, pussy fluttering wild around his cock. Thick cream bubbled out with every clench — frothing white at his base, dripping in sticky strands that clung to his heavy balls.

Toji groaned deep and feral, his hips finally rocking once, a slow, deep grind that dragged every veined inch along your gummy walls while his fingers never stopped. The dual sensation punched the air out of your lungs, clit rubbed raw and throbbing, cunt stretched wide and filled to the brim.

“Can’t get enough of touchin’ you,” he confessed, voice breaking with how wrecked he was. “This puffed-out little clit… so gooey and sappy… jumpin’ under my fingers like it’s alive. Fuck…baby, you’re gonna come again just like this. Gonna make this fat pussy squirt all over my hand while I’m still buried balls-deep.”

He pinched your clit gently, rolling it between thumb and finger, then went right back to those filthy circles, smearing more of your cream around the swollen bud until it glistened obscene under the fairy lights. Your whole body seized, your back arching hard, ass pressing back desperately against him, your narrow walls clamping down like a vice around his thick cock.

“That’s it ahh…come for me again,” he praised, lips brushing your ear, breath hot and ragged. “Let me feel this pussy milk me while I rub this pretty clit raw. My sweet girl… my filthy, pretty girl… gush for me, baby. Show me how much you love it when I can’t stop touchin’ you.”

One more tight, filthy circle pressed hard right over the tip and you shatter.

Whole body convulsing, pussy clamping down brutally around his cock, walls fluttering wild as thick spurts of slick squirted out around him, hot and messy — soaking his hand, drenching his thighs, pooling warm under your ass on the already wrecked sheets.

Your clit throbbed helplessly under his fingers, overstimulated and raw, sending aftershock after aftershock ripping through you until your legs gave out completely.

Toji didn’t pull his hand away. Just kept those slow, soothing circles, gentler now — petting your puffed-out clit through the tremors while his cock stays buried deep, throbbing hard inside your fluttering, creamy cunt.

“Haah…fuck…there’s my girl,” he sighs, kissing the back of your neck soft and filthy. “Comin’ so hard just from my fingers… makin’ such a cute, sloppy mess. Can’t stop touchin’ you, baby. Not when this little clit’s still jumpin’ for me… not when your pussy’s still grippin’ me like she never wants me to stop.”

He rocked once, letting you feel every thick inch while his fingers kept circling lazy, keeping you right on that overstimulated edge.

“Gonna keep goin’,” he promises, voice low and wrecked with adoration. “Gonna keep rubbin’ this pretty clit… keep fuckin’ you slow… till you’re cryin’ and squirting again. Till you’re nothin’ but a shakin’, creamy mess for me. My perfect girl… my filthy little thing… all mine.”

And he did, his fingers never stopping those filthy circles, cock grinding deep and slow, turning you into a drooling, trembling puddle while your stuffed bear stayed clutched tight in your shaking hands, soaked with tears and drool and the endless proof of how good he made you feel.

Toji’s cock was buried to the hilt, his thick-veined base flush against your swollen puffy lips, heavy balls pressed hot to your clit like they belonged there. Your little fat pussy was stretched obscene around him, your gummy walls parted wide, clinging desperate to every ridged inch like they’d forgotten how to close.

You were gaped already, your poor hole fluttering open every time he stayed still too long, the rim puffy and flushed dark pink, glistening with thick layers of your syrupy cream and his endless pre. Slick dripping steady from where you were joined, slow, sticky ropes that clung to his shaft, webbing down to his balls, pooling warm under your ass on the wrecked sheets.

Shaking, your whole body trembling, face still mashed into the mattress, drool soaking the stuffed bear you clutched like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your cries had turned hoarse, soft and wrecked whimpering every time his cock throbbed deep inside, nudging that spongy spot that made your toes curl and your tummy quiver.

He groans low, the sound ripping from his chest like it hurt to feel how tight you still were even after all the pounding, big scarred hands gripped your soft waist harder, his fingers sinking into plush flesh, holding you exactly where he wanted while he started to pull out.

Slow.

Agonizingly slow.

The drag was filthy, every veined inch sliding free with wet, obscene schlicks that filled the room. Your pussy lips dragged along his shaft, puffy and glossy, clinging greedily like they didn’t want to let go. The fat pink crown caught on your rim, stretching it wider one last time before popping free with a lewd, sucking pop.

Your hole gaped open immediately, pink and wrecked, fluttering helplessly around nothing, thick strings of cream stretching from your entrance to his dripping tip like obscene bridges before snapping wet against your inner thighs.

“Haah…fuck…look at that,” he said disbelieving,“This little hole’s gaped so pretty for me… still clenchin’ like she’s missin’ me already. So fuckin’ sloppy, baby. Drippin’ everywhere just ‘cause I pulled out.”

You whimpered, hips twitching back instinctively, chasing the emptiness even as your walls fluttered wild. But Toji wasn’t done teasing.

He lined up again, the fat tip nudging your gaping entrance, smearing thick pre over the stretched rim, then he pushed.

Deeper.

Harder.

One long, brutal glide that sank every thick inch back inside until his hips slapped flush against your ass, cockhead bullying past your cervix, stirring your guts up in that dizzying, overwhelming way that made your eyes roll back.

You felt him everywhere. Hot, heavy fullness stretching from your stuffed hole all the way up like he was rearranging you from the inside. Your tummy bulged faintly under his palm when he pressed down, feeling the outline of his cock moving deep, claiming every inch of your soft insides.

“Fuuuck…there it is,” he growled, hips grinding slow circles now, letting you feel him throb against your deepest walls. “Feel me in your throat, sweetheart? Stirrin’ up your guts… makin’ this pretty pussy taking me so deep she’s cryin’. My good girl… my perfect, stretched-out girl.”

Your cries turning guttural and raw, sounds muffled into the bear as he starts thrusting again, long punishing strokes that pull almost all the way out every time, only to slam back in deeper, harder, stirring your insides into a gooey, creamy mess. Slick squirting out with every pull-back, thick and white-frothed, coating his shaft, dripping down your thighs in warm rivers that soaked everything beneath you.

Then his thick thumb found your tight puckered asshole.

He didn’t ask…Didn’t tease.

Just pressed the blunt pad right against your clenched ring — hot, callused pressure that made your whole body jolt. Your hole fluttering instinctive, tight and untouched, trying to push him out even as your pussy clenched harder around his pounding cock.

“Shhh…relax for me, baby,” he murmured, voice low and filthy-sweet against your ear. ‘m'gonna plug this pretty little hole too. Keep you so full… till you’re shakin’ and sobbin’ for me.”

He pushes in so…so carefully, his thick thumb breaching the tight ring with a soft pop. The stretch burning sweet… the foreign fullness made your back arch hard, ass pushing back desperately onto both intrusions. Your asshole clamping down greedily around his thumb, sucking him into the first knuckle, while your pussy flutters wildly around his thick cock, walls spasming so hard it milks another thick spurt of pre deep inside you.

“Haah…fuck y-yeah,” he groans, thumb sinking deeper, and a slow twist of his thumb... has your hole clenching and fluttering around him. “Takin’ my thumb so good… tight little ass huggin’ me just like your pussy. Feel that? Both holes ngh stuffed f-full”… his cock stirrin’ your guts, thumb pluggin’ up your pretty asshole. “You’re mine, baby. All fuckin’ mine.”

He starts moving — thumb rocking shallow in time with his deep thrusts, cock slamming home every time his thumb pushes in, pulling out together in a filthy rhythm that makes your whole body rock forward into the mattress. Your clit rubbed raw against the sheets now — trapped and throbbing — every grind sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves until tears streamed hot down your cheeks.

Your cries were nonstop, hoarse, wrecked sobs into your stuffed bear, your body trembling violently as he fucked you deeper, thumb plugging your ass, cock stretching your gaped pussy wide. Slick gushing with every thrust, thick, creamy ropes squirting out around his base, soaking his hand where it worked your plugged hole, drenching the bed in a warm, sticky puddle.

“God…look at you,” he praised, voice breaking with how close he was. “Takin’ everything… Such a good girl… my girl. Gonna make you come like this… gonna feel you milk me till I’m pumpin’ you full.”

He ground deeper, thumb twisting slow inside your tight ass, bulbous cockhead bullying your cervix, stirring everything up until the pressure coiled unbearable in your belly.

“Come for me, baby.” he says softly, lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek gently.

One more deep, brutal thrust, thumb sinking to the base, cock slamming home fully and you shattered.

Whole body convulsing, pussy clamping like a vice around his thick shaft, asshole fluttering wild around his thumb, clit throbbing helpless against the friction. Thick spurts of slick squirts out around him — hot and messy — soaking everything as you scream his name into the bear, tears and drool mixing on the sheets.

Toji goes all breathless, hips stuttering as your walls milked him ruthlessly.

“Fuck...yeah…take it, baby,” he pants, grinding deep through your orgasm. “Gonna come… gonna fill this pretty little cunt… gonna plug you so full you’ll feel me for days.”

And with one last deep thrust, thumb buried in your ass, cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your stuffed, creamy hole he starts to spill. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your gummed walls — pulse after pulse — stirring your insides even more as he keeps grinding slow, keeping you plugged front and back while you shook and sobbed and came undone completely around him.

And Toji Zenin still wasn’t done touching you.

Not by a long shot.

Toji finally eased his thumb out of your twitching little asshole, slow and careful, letting the tight ring flutter shut with a soft, wet sound that made your whole body shiver one last time. His cock slipped free next, his thick length dragging along your ruined walls until the fat crown popped out with a lewd, sucking pop.

A hot gush of cum followed immediately, thick, creamy ropes spilling from your gaping pussy in slow, obscene waves, dripping down your inner thighs, pooling sticky and warm beneath your ass on the already-soaked sheets.

You were trembling, completely spent, limbs heavy and breath coming in shaky little pants, face still buried halfway into the rumpled comforter with drool stringing from the corner of your swollen lips. Your stuffed bear was crushed, forgotten against your chest, fur matted and damp from tears and spit and everything else.

Toji didn’t move away.

He rolled you gently, almost tenderly — onto your back, big scarred hands sliding under your soft thighs and waist to lift you like you weighed nothing. He settled between your spread legs again, kneeling tall over you, sweat-glistening chest heaving while he looked down at the absolute mess he’d made of his pretty girl.

Your pussy was wrecked, lips puffy and dark, gaping open just enough to show the creamy white mess inside, clit still swollen and flushed, twitching with aftershocks. Cum leaked out in lazy pulses, mixing with your own slick, running in glossy trails down your perineum.

But his eyes softened when they reached your face.

All tear-streaked cheeks, glassy eyes, puffy lips still shining with spit.

“My pretty girl,” he murmured, voice low and wrecked but so fucking gentle now it made your chest ache.

He leaned down slow, his big heated body blanketing yours without crushing you and cups your face in both rough palms. Thumbs brushed away the fresh tears clinging to your lashes, smearing them gently across your flushed skin.

Toji didn’t pull out.

Not even a little.

He stayed buried to the root, his thick, heavy cock throbbing slow and deep inside your stuffed cunt, every veiny inch hugged so tight by your gummy walls it felt like your pussy had forgotten how to exist without him filling it. The fat pink crown was pressed right up against your cervix — hot, insistent pressure that made your tummy flutter every time his heartbeat pulsed through the shaft.

Cum was already leaking — thick, sticky ropes of it flooding your insides from the last brutal spill, so much that you could feel the warm, syrupy weight of it pooling deep in your guts, pressing against your walls like liquid heat.

Your poor hole was gaped just enough around his base, puffy lips stretched thin and glossy, clinging desperate to the thickest part of him like they were scared he’d slip free. But he wasn’t going anywhere, he just held you there, his hips flush to your ass, one big scarred hand splayed wide over your soft tummy so he could feel the faint swell where his cock and all that cum was making you bulge ever so slightly from the inside.

“Shhh… just like this, sweetheart,” he murmured low against the back of your neck, lips brushing damp skin in soft, lazy kisses. “Just cock warming. No more fuckin’ right now. Gonna let this pretty pussy soak in every drop I gave her… keep her nice and full, yeah?”

You whimpered — soft, a wrecked little sound muffled into the stuffed bear still clutched tight to your chest. Your whole body was trembling, overstimulated, oversensitive, thighs quivering where they were still squeezed shut and held down beneath his weight.

Slick and cum mixed into a warm, sticky mess between you, dripping slowly out around his base in thick, pearly strands that clung to your inner thighs, soaking the sheets in a warm puddle that smelled like sex and him and you all tangled together.

He shifted then, just a tiny rock of his hips, not thrusting, just enough to let his cock stir the cum inside you. The movement made a wet, filthy squelch, your walls fluttering greedy around him, milking another thick bead of leftover seed that oozed deeper into your guts.

You felt it, hot and slippery coating every inch of your gummy insides, threatening to drool out if he moved too much, but he didn’t. He just held you closer — arm banding around your waist, palm pressing firmer over that soft little bulge in your tummy like he was proud of how full he’d made you.

“Look how cute you are,” he whispered, voice rough and tender all at once. “Face all flushed… droolin’ on your lil’ bear… pussy so full of my cum she’s practically purring. My pretty girl… my perfect girl.”

He turned your face gently with scarred fingers under your chin, tilting you just enough so he could lean over your shoulder and kiss you slow. Soft at first — scarred lips brushing yours, tasting the salt of your tears and the cherry gloss long smeared away. Then deeper, tongue sliding lazy against yours, swallowing every tiny whimper you gave him while his cock stayed perfectly still inside you, just throbbing, just warming, just owning.

You moaned into his mouth, a soft and needy sound as another warm trickle of cum leaked out around his base, sliding slow down your puffy lips. Your clit still swollen and achy, brushed the underside of his shaft with every tiny shift, sending little aftershocks through your core that made your walls flutter and clench around him again.

“Haah…fuck — there she goes,” he groaned against your lips, kissing you deeper, filthier. “Clenchin’ so sweet even when she’s just holdin’ me. Feel all that cum sloshin’ around inside you? So warm… so sticky… gonna keep it all plugged up in there till it’s leakin’ out slow outta you.”

His free hand slid up and cupped the side of your face, thumb stroking slow over your tear-streaked cheek while he kissed you again and again. Forehead pressed to yours now, breath mingling hot and ragged, his green eyes dark and soft as he stared down at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute like this,” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead — lingering, reverent. “All hugged up on my cock… pussy threatenin’ to drool my cum everywhere but still grippin’ me so tight. My good girl… my sweet, stuffed girl. Just stay like this for me, yeah? Let me keep you warm… let me feel how full I made you.”

He rocked once, barely a movement, just a slow grind that stirred the thick load inside you without pulling out. More cum bubbled out hot and slippery coating your puffy lips, dripping slow down to where your clit throbbed against him. You whimpered high and broken — hips twitching instinctively even though you were too spent to chase anything.

Toji shushed you gently, lips brushing your temple, your cheek, your mouth again in soft, endless kisses.

“Just this. Just me inside you… keepin’ all that cum nice and warm where it belongs. My pretty girl… my perfect little thing… all hugged up and full for me.”

He wrapped both arms around you then, pulling your soft body back flush to his chest, cock still buried deep, still throbbing slow, still leaking the last drops into your stuffed, creamy pussy. Forehead kisses rained down, soft, sweet and lazy in the best way, while he held you close, letting you feel every heartbeat through his shaft, every warm pulse of cum settling deeper inside you.

“Stay just like this,” he whispered one last time, lips lingering on your forehead. “My cute, sweet girl… mine.”

And he didn’t move.

Just held you there — thick cock warming your poor, gaped, cum-stuffed pussy while you trembled and whimpered and clung to your bear, face buried in his neck, soaking in the sticky, overwhelming heat of being so perfectly, completely full of him.

Toji’s arms locked around your waist like steel bands, scarred hands splaying wide over the soft curve of your lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to bruise the plush skin as he yanked you down hard, with no warning. No slow descent. Just raw, possessive force that slammed your dripping pussy all the way onto his thick, throbbing cock in one brutal, claiming drop.

The stretch hit like lightning — your poor gaped hole, forced to swallow every last veiny inch at once, walls parting wide around the fattened girth until his heavy balls slapped wet against your clit and the fat pink crown punched right up against the deepest part of your cervix again.

You felt it everywhere — hot, overwhelming fullness stretching from your stuffed entrance all the way up into your guts, making your tummy bulge visibly under his palm where he pressed down firmly to feel himself buried inside you.

“Haah…f-fuck — there it is,” he growled low against the shell of your ear, voice wrecked and deep, breath scorching your neck. “Takin’ every thick fuckin’ inch, sweetheart. All of it. No more teasin’. Just my cock stuffed deep where it belongs.”

Your cry ripped out raw and broken — high, desperate wails muffled into the crook of his shoulder as your body jolted from the sudden depth. Your gummy walls fluttered wild around him, clenching helpless. Spasming like they couldn’t decide if they wanted to push him out or suck him deeper.

Slick and leftover cum from before gushed out around his base in thick, creamy ropes,frothing white at the stretch, dripping slow down his heavy sack in warm, sticky trails that soaked into the sheets beneath you both.

He didn’t let you adjust. Just held you there, impaled, trembling, your  pussy clenching greedily around the full length of him — while one hand slid up to fist in your hair, yanking your head back gently but firm so he could see your face.

Tears streaked hot down your cheeks, lips swollen and parted in endless soft whimpers, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth again like you’d forgotten how to swallow.

“Look at you,” he says proudly, green eyes dark and blown with hunger as he stared down at where your puffy lips were stretched thin and glossy around his base — clinging so tight the rim looked almost white-knuckled. “My pretty girl takin’ everything… pussy so full she’s shakin’. Feel that? Feel how deep I am?” His cockhead kissin’ your womb and stirrin’ up all that cum he already pumped in you.

He rocked his hips once, a slow grinding roll that dragged every ridge along your fluttering walls without pulling out. The motion made a wet, filthy squelch, your stuffed pussy protesting the fullness even as it clenched harder, milking him greedy. More thick cream bubbled out — syrupy and white — coating his shaft, dripping down to where your clit throbbed helpless against the veined underside.

“Nngh…Toji —” Your voice cracked,hoarse and wrecked, nails raking down his broad back again, leaving red trails over hard muscle. “S’too much… s’too deep —”

“Shhh, I know, baby,” he murmured, scarred lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek in soft, filthy kisses. “Doin’ so good though. Takin’ this fat cock like you were made for it. Feel how your pussy’s grippin’ me? Squeezin’ like she don’t ever wanna let go. My perfect girl… my sweet girl.”

He pulled you down harder, another sharp yank that seated him impossibly deeper, crown bullying against that spongy spot inside until your back bowed, thighs trembling violently around his hips. Your clit grinding raw against his pelvis — swollen and achy — every tiny shift sending sparks shooting through your core that made your walls flutter and clench harder around him.

Toji groaned deep, the guttural sound vibrating straight through you, then wrapped both arms around your waist, crushing your soft body to his chest. One hand slid down to cup your ass, fingers spreading the plush cheeks wide so he could feel where you were stretched obscene around him, while the other pressed firm over that faint bulge in your tummy, thumb stroking slow circles over the spot where he could feel himself moving inside.

“Fuck…look at this,” he breathed, voice thick with praise and filth. “My cock makin’ a pretty little bump right here… fillin’ you up so good you can see it. Gonna keep you right here… just like this”… Cock-warmin’ you deep while he kisses your sweet mouth.

He tilted your chin up, scarred thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip, then claimed your mouth in a slow, filthy kiss. Tongue sliding deep, tasting the salt of your tears and the cherry gloss long gone, swallowing every broken whimper you gave him while his cock throbbed hot and heavy inside your stuffed pussy.

No thrusting. Just deep, possessive grinding — tiny rolls of his hips that stirred the thick load of cum already flooding your cunt, making it slosh warm and sticky against your walls.

You moaned into his mouth, soft needy sounds, as another warm trickle leaked out around his base, sliding slow down your puffy lips to where your clit pulsed against him. Your pussy clenching helpless and fluttering wild — threatening to drool more of that creamy mess if he moved even a little, but he didn’t. Just held you impaled, full, trembling, while he kissed you deeper, tongue fucking slow into your mouth in the same lazy rhythm his cock was grinding inside you.

“So fuckin’ cute,” he whispers against your lips between kisses, forehead pressing to yours, breath mingling hot and ragged. “All hugged up on my dick… pussy so full she’s shakin’. My pretty girl… my perfect little thing… takin’ everything I give her. Gonna stay just like this… keep you warm and stuffed… let you feel everything while I kiss you stupid.”

Wanting to feel you constantly, he kept pressing soft kisses to your forehead, then your temple, to your cheek and your mouth again — endless, filthy affection while his arms stayed locked around you, cock buried to the hilt, cum sloshing warm and sticky deep inside your gaped, creamy pussy.

“Mine,” he murmured one last time, lips brushing your forehead in a final, claiming kiss. “All fuckin’ mine.”

And he didn’t move.

Just held you there, thick cock warming your stuffed, trembling pussy, while you whimpered and clung and soaked in the overwhelming heat of being so completely, perfectly taken.

The room had gone quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan stirring the thick summer air, fairy lights flickering lazy gold across the rumpled sheets like dying embers. You were out cold — completely fucked-out and boneless, face half-buried in the crook of Toji’s neck, one arm slung loose over his chest, legs still tangled with his like you couldn’t bear to let go even in sleep.

Your breathing had evened out into those slow, deep little puffs that made your lips part every exhale, drool already pooling at the corner of your mouth onto his collarbone. Cute. Wrecked. His.

Toji hadn’t moved much since he’d pulled you down onto every thick inch and held you there, his cock still buried deep, warming your cum-stuffed pussy while the last pulses of his cum settled heavy and hot inside you.

Your walls kept fluttering around him in tiny, sleepy spasms — soft little squeezes that milked another lazy bead of seed from his tip even though he wasn’t thrusting anymore.

The mess between you was obscene; thick ropes of cum and your syrupy cream leaking slow out around his base, coating his heavy balls, dripping in warm, sticky trails down your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath your ass in a cooling puddle that smelled like sex and salt and him.

He stayed like that for a long while, his arm banded around your waist, scarred palm resting possessive over the faint swell in your lower tummy where his cock and all that cum made you bulge just enough to feel under his hand.

Every time you shifted in your sleep, tiny and little unconscious rolls of your hips, your pussy clenched tighter around him, gummy walls sucking greedy like even unconscious you didn’t want him to leave. It made his cock twitch — still half-hard, still leaking the last sluggish drops into your overflowing heat.

Eventually the ache in his thighs and the way your breathing had gone soft and even, told him you were really gone, deep in that post-orgasm haze where nothing existed but warmth and fullness and him.

Toji exhaled slowly through his nose, a low satisfied rumble in his chest, then started to move.

Careful. So fucking careful.

He slid one big hand under your thigh, lifting it just enough to ease the angle, while the other stayed splayed over your tummy, thumb stroking slow circles over that soft pudge like he was soothing you even in your sleep. Then he pulled.

Slow…

Inch by torturous inch.

The drag was filthy, your poor gaped hole clinging desperate to every veiny ridge as he withdrew, gummy walls fluttering weak protests around the retreating thickness. Slick and cum made obscene wet sounds, soft schlicks and squelches that filled the quiet room, thick white cream bubbling out around his shaft the second he started to slip free.

Strings of it stretched taut between your puffy lips and his glistening cockhead — snapping slow and wet against your inner thighs as he kept pulling.

When the fat pink crown finally popped free with a lewd, sucking pop, your hole gaped open, pink and wrecked, fluttering helpless around nothing. A thick gush of cum followed immediately — hot, sticky ropes drooling slow out of your stretched entrance, sliding down your ass crack in pearly trails, pooling warm under you on the already soaked sheets. Your clit, still swollen and flushed, twitched once at the sudden emptiness, a tiny bead of cream clinging to the tip like a pearl.

Toji stared, breath catching rough in his throat at the sight of his cum leaking from your used little pussy. So much of it. Thick and white and endless, proof of how deep he’d fucked you, how full he’d kept you. Your pussy looked ruined in the prettiest way — lips puffy and parted, hole still trying to clench shut but too stretched to close completely, just drooling his load in slow, obscene pulses.

“Fuck,” he breathed voice low, wrecked, almost reverent. Toji finally took a long inhale, eyes locked on the sight. His pretty girl’s pussy all sloppy and leaking his cum like she couldn’t help it even asleep. Fuck… it made his cock twitch soft against his thigh, already half-interested again for just looking.

He leaned down slow and carefully…not to jostle you too much, breath fanning hot over your sensitive skin and pressed the softest, filthiest kiss right to your swollen clit. Gentle. Worshipful.

Lips barely brushing the swollen bud…a warm, lingering press that made your hips twitch tiny in sleep, a soft whimper slipping from your throat. He kissed it again…slower, tongue flicking out just once to taste the mix of your cream and his cum still clinging there. Salty-sweet messy and perfect.

“My pretty girl,” he whispered against your pussy, voice so low it was more breath than sound. “Took me so deep… kept me warm all night. Look at you leakin’ my cum even when you’re sleepin’. So fuckin’ cute.”

Scarred lips brushing the sensitive bud, gentle and lingering, his tongue flicking out once to taste the mix of your cream and his cum clinging there. You whimpered in your sleep, a soft, needy little sound. Your hips twitched forward instinctively even when unconscious, thighs trembling once before settling again.

One more kiss, open-mouthed this time…lips sealing soft around your clit for a heartbeat, sucking the tiniest pull that made your thighs tremble before he let go. 

Toji smiled against your pussy…slow, dangerous and so fucking tender, then kissed higher; one soft press to your puffy mound, another to the soft dip of your lower belly where the bulge was slowly fading. 

“Fuck… gotta move, baby,” he rasped, voice gravel-thick with leftover lust and something softer underneath. “Your dad’s gonna be home soon. Can’t leave you lookin’ like this… all fucked-out and leakin’ me everywhere.”

He didn’t let you wallow in it.

He moved careful, almost gentle, sliding off you and scooping your limp, trembling body into his arms like you weighed nothing. Your legs dangled uselessly; your head lolled against his shoulder; your ruined pussy leaked a slow, sticky trail down his abs as he carried you to the tiny attached bathroom.

He set you on the edge of the tub softly with utter care, then ran warm water over a clean washcloth. No rough scrubbing. Just slow, careful wipes, dabbing away the cum and slick smeared across your inner thighs, between your ass cheeks, over your swollen mound. He was thorough, gentle thumbs parting your puffy lips just enough to clean the creamy mess still oozing from your gaping hole, wiping slow circles around your clit until you whimpered and twitched.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing your forehead while he worked. “Gotta get you all clean… can’t have you drippin’ all over the place when your dad walks in.”

When you were as clean as he could get you, skin still flushed and sensitive, pussy still puffy and tender, he carried you back to the bed. He stripped the worst of the soaked sheets (bundling them into a ball to deal with later), flipped the comforter over the damp spot, and tucked you in slowly, pulling the soft blanket up to your chin, smoothing it over your trembling body like you were something precious.

He knelt beside the bed for a long minute, just watching you, then leaned down and pressed a final, lingering kiss to your swollen lips. Slow. Drooly. Tongue brushing yours one last time like he was memorizing the taste.

He pulled the rumpled sheet up over your body, tucking it around your shoulders gentle and careful, like you were something precious he didn’t want to break even though he’d just spent hours fucking you… making sure your shoulders were covered, your bare feet hidden under the blanket.

He smoothed a hand over your soft tummy, feeling the faint bloat still there from how full he’d left you and then leaned down to kiss your forehead too. Long, tender press of scarred lips.

“My good girl,” he whispered against your mouth, forehead resting against yours. “Took me so fuckin’ well… let me ruin you so pretty… now sleep, yeah? I’ll handle the rest. You just stay tucked in and dream about how full I made you.”

He kissed your forehead again, soft and possessive, then stood.

You watched through heavy lids as he pulled on his sweatpants (still stained, still smelling like sex), grabbed the bundled sheets, and slipped out the door quiet as a shadow.

The room smelled like him.

Like cum and sweat and summer heat.

Your pussy still ached, emptier… now but throbbing with the memory of how thick he’d been, how deep, how much he’d filled you.

You curled tighter under the blanket, legs pressing  together to keep the lingering warmth inside and drifted.

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Suguru was leaning against the doorway for a moment. His amethyst eyes tracing your figure. “You look better,” he said softly. “You look like the girl I always knew you to be.”

You glanced up at him, and you felt an ache in your chest hearing him say that. Honestly you didn't feel like yourself yet. A part of you still felt broken, cracks still remained even if you smiled more often now. You opened your mouth but nothing came out right away.

Suguru crossed the room in three long strides. His hands cupped your face with surprising gentleness and the warmth of his palms made your breath hitch.

“He never deserved you,” Suguru murmured. His thumbs brushed lightly over your cheeks. “You’re so much better than he ever was. Stronger. Kinder. Brighter than he could ever understand.”

Your eyes welled up without warning. Tears gathered at the corners and threatened to spill. The sincerity in his voice undid something deep inside your chest.

Suguru leaned in… slowly, his lips met yours in a kiss that started tender but quickly deepened. You tensed immediately at first, the feel of your best friend's soft lips sent a jolt of surprise through your body, then you fucking melted. Your hands found his shoulders and held on as the kiss grew intense.

He couldn't hold back. Suguru's feet shuffled you back towards the counter and his entire weight pressed you further in and kept you pinned in place. His body molding to yours, you felt the hard line of his cock pressing through his pants to your lower abdomen and heat pooled there quickly.

He pulled back suddenly, breathing now ragged. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, the words flew out. “I didn’t mean to— Fuck.”

His gaze dropped to the floor, eyes closing shut, you raised a hand and gently tilted his chin up with your fingers, voice soft but sure, cooing gently, “Hey, no, no…it's okay, please don't be sorry.”

Your eyes met his sincerely, the assurance and the way you made sure what just happened was okay… well fuck. That was all he needed. Suguru couldn't hold back any longer. 

He kissed you again and this time his hands wandered, sliding down your sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants and tugging them down hurriedly along with your panties in one smooth motion. He was impatient to feel your precious cunt as cool air kissed your bare skin.

Veined supple fingers made their way down and immediately met the slick pooling between your thighs, a small gasp left your lips because his touch was electric. His eyes kept focused on your face for any miniscule reaction, savoring it all. 

“Feels good, pretty girl?” He asked, his voice awed with tender affection.

You gave a small nod in response. Pleased, then slowly he began to peel his fingers away from your cunt, the pads of his fingers nearly adhering to your sticky little clit that began throbbing the second the comfort of his fingers left.

Suguru gripped your waist as he gently turned you around, guiding you to face the counter, hooking a hand under your left thigh next and lifting it up to rest up high on the counter. This new position opened you to him completely. Suguru dropped to his knees right there, raven hair falling forward as he got face level with your pretty pussy, hunger forming in his violet eyes.

“I want to taste you,” he said, his warm breath ghosting over your inner thigh. 

“Let me taste you here baby, please. I want to take care of you.”

His fingers traced your folds slowly. You were already so wet. Slick coated his fingertips as he explored you with reverence. A soft moan slipped from your lips and Suguru smiled against your skin.

He leaned closer, a hand now firmly gripping under the fat of your ass spreading your plush cheek further apart while his tongue replaced his fingers. The first slow lick drew a gasp from you and he savored every inch, mouth working with patient skill. He circled your opening then dipped lower, tongue finding your cute clit. The sensations built quickly, you reached a hand back, fingers threading through his silky locks and your grip tightened.

Suguru groaned against you. The vibration sent sparks up your spine. Sliding finger into your pretty pussy while his tongue kept its rhythm. Then another… He curled them just right, your hips rocked toward his face, counter edge digging into your palms as you braced yourself.

Pleasure coiled tighter. His free hand gripped your thigh to hold you steady and he devoured you like a man starved. Every flick and suck meant to pull you closer to the edge. Your breaths came in short needy pants.

“So sweet,” he murmured against your pussy, as he pulled back to gaze at it for a second, then he nuzzled right back into your cunt again.

He doubled his efforts. Fingers thrusting deeper, while his tongue focused on your swollen clit with relentless precision. Suguru licked broad stripes up your folds, savoring every drop of your arousal. He sucked gently on your sensitive outer lips before spreading them wide with his thumbs, exposing you completely to his hungry stare.

“Such a pretty girl,” he praised, voice low and rough with need. “Look at this perfect pussy. So wet for me already. You taste so fucking good.”

You moaned his name like a prayer. “Suguru…” The sound spilled from your lips, needy and broken. Your hips twitched toward his face again. He rewarded you by spitting directly onto your entrance, watching the saliva mix with your slick. Then he fucked it into your hole with two thick fingers, curling them just right to stroke that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.

He ate you out with devotion of a man, starved. Who finally was honoured with a cunt as delectable as yours…licking and sucking, spreading your pussy open wider so his tongue could delve deeper. Every filthy sound filled the kitchen. His raven hair brushed your thighs as he buried his face between your legs.

Suguru pulled your pussy lips into his mouth, sucking them with wet heat before tugging gently. The pressure built higher, your thighs trembling around his head. You were right there, teetering on the edge, when he let go with a sinful pop.

“So fucking sweet,” he groaned, lips glistening. “I could stay here forever, princess.”

You cried out in frustration. “Fuck, Suguru, please—” He had stopped right before you could tumble over. Your body ached with denied release, clit throbbing, cunt clenching around nothing.

He rose then, eyes dark with lust and affection. Strong hands gripped your waist. “Mhm, up you go, princess.” Suguru lifted you fully onto the counter now, like you weighed nothing. Your back arched instinctively as you spread your legs for him, offering everything. You pushed back just for him, desperately with want.

He pulled his sweats down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, the flushed head dribbling precum from the pinkish slit. It curved beautifully toward his stomach, veins pulsing along the thick length.

He slid two fingers back over your tender folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers, “God, so pretty,” he breathed, wrapping those slick covered fingers around himself. He slid the head along your soaked cunt, tapping it against your clit, wet sticky little sounds forming . The contact made you jolt. 

“This cock is yours now. Feel how hard you make me? mhng all for this pretty pussy.”

Suguru kept teasing, rubbing himself up and down your folds, coating every inch in your wetness. His free hand stroked along your skin, where thigh met ass, thumb brushing soothing circles even as his words turned filthy with praise. 

“You’re so beautiful, never thought I'd…fuck ever get to see you like this…ngh My good girl.”

Suguru soon realised your cunt was too tight for him. It was a struggle at first. He pressed forward slowly, the fat head of his cock stretching you open. “Ahh fuck, haah. Fuck so tight, princess,” he groaned, voice strained with pleasure. “Relax for me, pretty. Let me in.”

You breathed through it, body softening under his gentle commands. His fat cock pushed deeper. Your cunt felt so perfect around him, hot and slick, gripping every thick inch like it was made for this. He sank in further, filling you completely until his hips met yours.

Before he could start moving, your phone buzzed on the counter right beside you. Suguru reached for it without pulling out. His eyes narrowed when he saw the name. Your ex’s. A dark little smile curved his lips.

You were too focused on the stretch of his cock buried deep in your pussy to care. The delicious fullness made your head spin. Suguru thumbed the camera open on your phone.

“Pretty girl,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing. “You think you can move for me? Pretty please.”

You nodded, dazed with want. Your hips rolled back, ass pushing toward him as your cunt forced more of his cock inside. The angle let him sink even deeper. Suguru pressed record. The phone captured everything. Your soaked pussy trying to swallow his thick cock looked so obscene, lips stretched wide around his shaft, glistening with your arousal.

He kept the camera steady, angled perfectly. “How does it feel, baby?” he asked, praise dripping from every word. “You’re doing so good for me. Look at you taking my cock like that. Aaah ngh, yeah. Just like that.”

You fucked yourself faster on his cock. Your hips moving with growing confidence from his praise, sliding back and forth on his thick girth, chasing that perfect friction. Wet sounds filled the kitchen as you rode him on the counter. Each thrust pushed him deeper, making your tits bounce under your shirt.

Suguru groaned, free hand gripping your hip firmly to guide you. “Such a perfect pussy. haah… So greedy for me. Keep going, princess. Show me how well you take what's yours, hmm.”

His cock was being fucked sloppy. Your cunt took him deeper and deeper with every-each roll of your hips. The suction was tight and wet, pulling him in like your body refused to let go. Filthy sounds echoed in the kitchen as you rode him harder, slick coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs.

He'd recorded enough. Suguru placed your phone back on the counter, the screen still glowing with the frozen image of your stretched pussy. His eyes burning with hunger when he looked at your form, eyes tracing the arch of your back, down to your ass and then back to your cunt that was fucking every inch of his cock.

He grabbed onto your hips firmly with both hands now, pulling you back onto him. Then he started fucking you. Deep, powerful thrusts that knocked the breath from your lungs. Each snap of his hips drove his thick cock into your soaked cunt, hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“Fuck, princess. You feel aaah sooo incredible,” he praised, voice rough and low. “So tight and warm around me. This pussy’s mine now, right baby? mmhngh taking haah… every inch like a good girl.”

You moaned loudly, hands bracing on the counter as he pounded into you. Your body rocked with the force of his thrusts. Pleasure sparked through every nerve. Suguru leaned over you, chest pressed to your back. His nose delved into the curls of your hair and he took a deep inhale of the sweet smell of your shampoo savouring your smell, filling up his lungs to capacity with you. Lips brushed your ear as he got even closer, while he kept fucking you senseless.

“Look at you. So pretty when you fall apart on my cock,” he murmured. One hand slid around to rub your puffy clit in tight circles. “Come for me again, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me.”

The angle was perfect. His fat cock stretched you full while his fingers worked magic on your swollen clit. Your moans turning into desperate cries of his name. Suguru didn't slow down. No. He fucked you harder, praising you the whole time.

“My beautiful girl. You deserve this. You deserve to feel good. Let go for me.”

But the gears turned in Suguru's head and he pulled out slowly right after the words left his lips. The wet drag of his thick cock left you clenching around nothing. He turned you with strong hands until you faced him. Your eyes met his amethyst gaze. Heat burned there, hunger mixing with something softer. Something real.

He shoved your shirt up in one smooth motion. His large hand cupped your tit. Fingers kneading the soft flesh. His thumb brushed over your hardened nipple and you arched into his touch. A needy whimper slipping from your lips.

Suguru kissed you deeply. His mouth claimed yours while he held you closer. One arm cradled the back of your head. Gentle yet possessive. You inhaled against his neck. His cologne filled your senses. Warm and subtle spice. Intoxicating as it wrapped around you like a memory you had always wanted.

Your best friend. Now so much more. He lifted you slightly. His cock pressing back fully inside your soaked cunt. He filled you again. Every inch moulded perfectly to your walls. The stretch felt even better face to face. You could see the way his jaw tightened. The way his eyes fluttered half closed in pleasure.

“Fuck. You take me so well, princess,” he murmured against your mouth. “This pussy was made for my cock. Look at you. So pretty and flushed for me.”

He started moving. Slow deep thrusts at first. Then harder. His hips rolled with purpose. One hand stayed on your tit. Squeezing, pinching. The other gripped your hip to pull you onto him. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist. The counter creaking beneath you.

You inhaled his scent again and it made your head spin. Your best friend was buried inside you. His cock moulded to every curve of your cunt. Hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. Hot and urgent.

You held on tightly, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Nails digging into his back as your orgasm crashed over you. Your cunt milking his cock in strong pulses. Wet and rhythmic. Squeezing him so perfectly he groaned deep in his chest.

Suguru held you tighter. His strong arms locked around your body like he never wanted to let go. “Fuck. That is it, baby. Cum for me. Milk my cock just like that, princess.”

He was gonna cum too. His thrusts grew erratic. Deep and desperate. You felt him swell inside you. Thick and hot. Then he buried himself to the hilt. Copious amounts of sticky cum filled you in heavy spurts, pulse after pulse painting your walls, claiming every inch.

You shuddered in his arms. The warmth of his release made you tremble, you were overwhelmed and sated. Suguru just held you tighter. One hand cradled the back of your head and the other stroked down your spine in soothing lines.

“That is it, pretty girl,” he whispered against your ear. His voice, rough but so gentle. “You milked my cock so well. Such a good girl for me. Taking all of it. Feeling so full now, aren’t you?”

You nodded weakly against his neck. Breaths still coming fast. His cum leaked slowly around his cock where it stayed buried inside you. The kitchen smelled like sex and his cologne. Warm skin pressed to warm skin. He kissed your temple. Then your cheek. Then your lips. Soft and lingering.

Suguru didn't pull out right away. He simply held you closer. Letting you come down in his arms. His cock twitched with the last few spurts. You felt safe and desired. Wanted in a way that mended the old cracks inside your chest.

He murmured more praises against your hair. How beautiful you looked. How perfect you felt. How he would never leave you empty again. The afternoon light wrapped around both of you. Soft and golden. Turning this moment into something more than just pleasure. Something healing. Something real.

He pulled back just enough to kiss your lips, it started deep. His tongue pushed in and tangled with yours in a heated dance that stole your breath. Then it softened into gentle presses. Sweet and lingering and full of quiet promises.

Suguru slowly straightened. He began to pull his cock out gently, wet sounds emerging and cum coated his thick length, spilling out from your stretched cunt. Warm and sticky between your bodies. His cock was still moulded to your shape. The sight made his amethyst eyes darken with fresh hunger.

He gazed at the mess. Mesmerised. His cum leaked slowly from your puffy hole, dripping onto the counter in pearly white drops. The obscene view held him captive for a moment.

You chirped softly at the feel of how much cum was escaping, voice surprised when you saw him reach for your phone again. “Suguru?”

He shushed you gently. “It is okay, princess. Just want to keep this for later. For us.”

He pressed record on the video once more. The camera captured everything. His fingers slid through the leaking cum as he scooped it up and pushed it back inside your cunt. Slow and deliberately for the camera. Two thick fingers fucked his release deeper, pressing it in along your walls. Making sure not a drop was wasted.

“Such a pretty sight,” he murmured. His voice staying low and full of praise. “Look at you. My cum filling up this perfect pussy. You take it so well, baby. Such a  good girl. So full and messy for me.”

You moaned at the feeling. His fingers curled gently. They stirred the warmth inside you. Your hips twitched toward his hand as pleasure sparked again even after everything. Suguru leaned in and kissed your thigh. Then your knee. All while the phone kept recording his fingers working his cum back into your dripping hole.

He looked up at you. Eyes soft yet burning. “You’re mine now. Every part of you. And I'm keeping every moment of this.”

The kitchen felt charged and intimate. His touch stayed careful, yet loving. Even in its filth. You let yourself sink into the moment. Heart healing faster with every stroke of his fingers and every whispered word from his lips.

Suguru pulled his fingers out slowly, glistening with the messy mix of his thick cum and your slick. The sight made your cunt clench again. A fresh trickle of his release slipped from your hole and onto the counter.

He brought those slick fingers to your lips. His violet eyes locked on yours. Dark, possessive and awed. “Open for me, princess.”

The phone angled upwards to your face as you parted your lips obediently. He slid his fingers inside. The taste of both of you hit your tongue. Salty-sweet and Intoxicating. You sucked gently. Tongue swirling around his digits like you were desperate for every drop. A soft moan vibrating around his fingers.

“That’s my good girl,” Suguru praised. His voice dropped low and rough. “Look at you. Sucking my cum right off my fingers. So fucking pretty. So eager to taste what we made together, hm?.”

He pushed his fingers a little deeper. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder. Your eyes stayed on his. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners. He groaned at the sight then stopped recording, setting your phone aside. His free hand cupped your jaw. Thumb stroking your cheek while you cleaned him thoroughly.

“Such a sweet mouth. Taking everything I give you. You have no idea how perfect you are right now. All flushed and full of my cum. My beautiful girl.”

He finally pulled his fingers free with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva connecting them to your lips for a second before it broke. Suguru leaned in and kissed you deeply, still tasting the both of you on your tongue. The kiss turned hungry, messy and full of need.

When he pulled back his forehead rested against yours. Breaths mingled. “I'm never letting you go again,” he whispered. “You feel that? How well we fit. How right this is.”

Your legs stayed wrapped around him. Body still buzzing. Heart fuller than it had been in weeks. His hands roamed softly over your skin. Soothing and worshipping. The kitchen held the quiet sounds of your breathing and the faint scent of sex and his cologne.

He kissed your temple. Then your nose. Then your lips again. Gentler now. “Let me clean you up, princess. Then I'm taking you to bed. We're not done yet. Not even close, promise.”

You smiled against his mouth. Broken pieces inside you felt stronger. Warmer. Completely claimed by him.

Suguru lifted you, body pressed to his, your arms tight around his neck as he carried you to your bathroom. He cleaned you up with gentle hands. Warm water cascading over both of you in the shower. He fucked you again there. Slow and deep against the tiled wall. Your moans echoed while he praised every gasp and tremble. He filled you once more and held you through it until your legs shook and your voice grew hoarse from crying his name.

Now you lay in bed. Fresh sheets, of course he changed them. Soft light glowing from the lamp as you cuddled close to him. Head resting on his chest. Eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. His fingers scratching lightly through your hair. Soothing and perfect. Sleep pulling at you like a warm blanket.

Suguru kept one arm around your waist. The other held your phone. You felt safe. Wrapped in his scent and his warmth. Your best friend, now your lover. The steady beat of his heart under your ear made everything feel right.

Just before your eyes fully closed you caught the glow of the screen. Suguru opened your messages. He tapped on your ex's chat and pulled up the videos, sending them, one after another. The kitchen angle. Your cunt swallowing his cock. The way you rode him so desperately. The final one clear and obscene, cunt filled you sucking his cum-covered fingers with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks.

You closed your eyes. No words left your lips, but a small satisfied smile tugged at the corner of your mouth instead. Let him see. Let him know exactly what he lost and how well you're being taken care of now.

Suguru set the phone on the nightstand and pulled you closer. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Sleep now, princess,” he whispered against your skin. “You’re mine, completely. No one else gets to touch what belongs to me.”

His fingers never stopped their gentle strokes in your hair. You drifted off in his arms. Heart mended and body claimed. The videos sent like a final closing of that painful chapter. Tomorrow could wait. Tonight you belonged to Suguru and he belonged to you, now and forever.

Apparently just being the quiet, shy girl had made you prime entertainment for Linh and her little pack of minions. This had become a daily ritual since you started college with her singling you out for sport.

You didn’t even know why she hated you so much. You weren’t in her classes, you didn’t share a major, you barely existed in the same circles.

“Please…” you murmured, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

She clicked her tongue and huffed dramatically.

“Listen here, slut,” she said as if the very act of addressing you was beneath her. “You should, like, really do something about…” she waved a hand vaguely at you, “all that. You’re pathetic and it’s honestly ruining the vibe.”

She crouched down to your level, eyes gleaming with something sharp and cruel. Her mouth opened, ready to deliver whatever insult she’d been polishing since breakfast, but one of her minions suddenly leaned in and whispered something urgently.

Linh’s eyes widened.

She shot upright in an instant, her entire face smoothing into something bright and sugar-sweet.

“Bi-Han!” she chirped, that fake-bright smile snapping back onto her face. “Hey, babe! I was just about to go looking for you!”

You froze.

Slowly, you lifted your head just in time to see Bi-Han stalk down the hallway with his brothers beside him. His expression was a deep scowl, cigarette hanging lazy and dangerous from his lips.

Black button-up half undone, dark ripped jeans, leather jacket, black combat boots, silver jewelry glinting—he looked like the very definition of trouble.

Linh practically sprinted to him, pressing a hand to his chest and batting her lashes like she was auditioning for a perfume commercial.

He looked down at her in annoyance and shoved her hand off.

“Don’t touch me,” he said flatly.

Her smile cracked for a second, then she forced it back into place.

“Baby, don’t be mean to me,” she pouted, even stomping her heel. “I told you, you should be nicer.”

Bi-Han rolled his eyes, gaze sliding past her and landing right on you.

You tensed instantly, scrambling to gather your notebooks and push yourself to your feet. You could feel the weight of his stare like a hand pressing between your shoulder blades.

Before you could even dust yourself off, a heavy arm dropped over your shoulders. Familiar cologne flooded your nose.

“Heeey, Y/n,” Tomás grinned, leaning into you like you hadn’t just been bullied into a wall. “Been a while since we’ve seen you.”

You flinched at the sudden contact and glanced up at him slowly.

“Tomás,” you whispered, clutching your notebooks tighter.

“Hey, baby doll,” Kuai chuckled, leaning casually against the wall. “Was wondering when we’d run into you. You’re hard to find lately.”

You gave him a tiny, apologetic smile. “Sorry, guys. I—I have class in a few minutes.” You gently pulled out of Tomás’ arm.

“Aww, come on, baby. Don’t leave so soon,” Tomás pouted.

“Running away so quickly, Little Ghost?” Bi-Han’s voice cut in, low and smooth.

You stiffened at the nickname and turned toward him slowly.

A small smirk tugged at his mouth, eyes locked onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Hands in his pockets, head tilted, studying the irritation on your face like it was entertaining.

“Stop calling me that,” you muttered. “And I’m not running away. I’m going to class.”

“Why go to class,” Kuai hummed, waving a hand dismissively, “when you could hang out with us? Haven’t seen you in forever.”

Your cheeks heated instantly. You looked down, shrinking in on yourself, and risked a quick glance at Linh only to find her glaring daggers at you, lip curled in fury.

You swallowed hard. “A-anyway, I’ll be out of your way,” you rushed, squeezing past the boys to escape.

But before you could slip free, fingers wrapped firmly around your wrist.

You frowned and looked up.

Bi-Han held your gaze, unreadable. “You should stop by, Little Ghost. Mother’s been asking about you.”

He only released your wrist when you gave him a tiny nod, letting you go completely.

You honestly should have guessed that having even a decent relationship with the campus’s most infamous bad boys would earn you the hatred and jealousy of people like Linh.

It wasn’t like you could help it.

The three of you had been childhood friends. You grew up together, your mothers inseparable, family gatherings practically mandatory. You’d known each other your entire lives.

Close friends.

If that was even the right term.

It was more like an unfortunate version of the fantastic four forced together by circumstance, crossing paths at family functions and now, conveniently enough, at the same college you’d all somehow ended up attending.

You shook your head and picked up your pace, heading toward class with your eyes fixed forward.

Maybe—just maybe—that would be the end of it for today.

But even you knew better.

It never was.

The next time you crossed paths was during Psych 101.

You had this class with all three boys, and it was never a dull moment.

You were seated next to your friend, chatting casually while you waited for the lecture to start.

“Hey,” he said softly, glancing at you, concern crossing his face. “By the way… are you okay?”

“Huh?” you frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I heard about what happened earlier with Linh,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. Are you alright?”

You sighed, covering your face and groaning in embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah… sorry you had to hear about that,” you whined. “God, that’s so embarrassing,” you laughed.

Chen shook his head, chuckling quietly along with you. “It’s fine. You know I’ll always hear about these things and worry.”

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him. “No need. I’m a strong, independent woman,” you giggled.

He raised a brow. “Yeah, right,” he snorted. “So strong you almost got your ass handed to you again.”

“Key word being almost,” you shot back, winking.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head with an exasperated sigh.

Then his gaze flicked upward.

His eyes widened, a small wince tugging at his lips.

“Move,” came a deep, annoyed voice.

You flinched, instantly recognizing the timbre. Slowly, you turned your head and found Bi-Han standing there, irritation etched deep into his scowl as he glared down at your friend.

“Um…” your friend muttered, glancing at you uncertainly.

“Pretending to be deaf?” Bi-Han grunted, stepping closer. “I said move.”

“Bi-Han!” you hissed, a frown settling on your face.

He spared you only a brief glance before returning his attention to Chen, who remained frozen in his seat. Bi-Han grabbed the front of his shirt, lifting him just enough to make the threat clear.

“Seeing as you’re friends with Little Ghost,” he smirked, “I suppose I can show some mercy.”

“S-sorry,” Chen stuttered, hands lifting in surrender. “I didn’t k-know this was y-your seat.”

You shot to your feet and wedged yourself between them, fury flashing across your face.

Bi-Han stared down at you, unimpressed.

“Bi-Han, you’re making a scene,” you whispered sharply, cheeks burning as you avoided his eyes. You lightly smacked his chest with your fist. “What is wrong with you? Put him down!”

From behind you, you heard Tomás and Kuai snicker quietly, offering absolutely no help.

You hesitated before looking up at him, eyes soft and pleading when he still hadn’t let go.

“Bi-Han… please?” you whispered.

You felt him tense beneath your touch, dark eyes locking onto yours. Then he scoffed and released Chen.

Chen didn’t waste a second. He scrambled back, grabbed his things, and quickly moved to another seat.

You shot him an apologetic look, and he responded by shaking his head, offering you a weak but reassuring smile.

Hands suddenly settled on your waist, making you squeak as you jumped in surprise. You quickly pushed away from Bi-Han, ignoring his low chuckle as you settled back into your seat, covering your warm cheeks.

Bi-Han took the seat beside you, his attention firmly fixed on you.

Kuai and Tomás sat behind you, messing around with each other and, occasionally, you. They tugged lightly at your hair or tapped your shoulder just to lean in and whisper jokes.

Bi-Han kept to himself, watching with quiet amusement as your shy composure slowly unraveled. He noticed the way your eyes rolled and how you tried to hide your mild annoyance at his brothers’ antics.

Leaning forward, he hooked a hand around the leg of your chair and dragged it closer to him, unable to hide his smile at the surprised, confused look on your face.

He grasped one of your legs and draped it over his lap, leaning back as he faced the front of the class. One hand rested on your thigh, tapping rhythmically while he continued to pay attention to the professor as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

You froze in your seat, eyes locked on his hand before slowly looking up at him.

Behind you, Tomás made exaggerated kissing sounds while Kuai quietly oohed, prompting you to turn around and glare at them.

“You’re so childish,” you whispered sharply.

They only wiggled their brows in response, making exaggerated kissing faces and laughing as your cheeks burned red.

“Shut up,” you hissed, turning back around and forcing yourself to take a deep breath, resigning yourself to the situation.

You tried focusing on the lecture as the professor droned on about behavioral theory or whatever, but your attention kept slipping.

You could feel the heat of his hand on your thigh, the weight of it, and the random taps of his fingers. His thumb pressed in once, slow and testing, as if checking how soft your thigh was, before returning to that lazy rhythm.

Warmth crawled up your neck and you shifted slightly in your seat, trying to force your brain to care about anything written on the board. You just needed class to end. Then you could sprint out of here and pretend none of this ever happened.

But then Bi-Han got bored.

He stopped drumming his fingers and flattened his whole palm against your thigh, dragging it slightly higher before stopping just shy of where it would really make you jump. He began tracing soft, idle circles on your inner thigh, following the seam of your jeans like it was a map only he cared about.

Your whole body tensed, muscles flexing beneath his touch before you caught yourself and forced them still. You choked your pencil in your fingers, tightening your grip until your knuckles whitened, and let out a shaky slow breath.

Bi-Han’s eyes flicked toward you, curious, assessing. His fingers pressed in again, deliberate and slow, testing the way your muscles jumped beneath his touch. Then his grip softened, kneading your thigh in a lazy, experimental massage.

He chuckled under his breath when the muscle twitched in his hand, but he kept looking forward, his attention fixed on the lecture even as his hand stroked higher and higher, inch by inch, daring you to react.

Your eyes widened, breath hitching, a hand instinctively flying up to cover your mouth as you tried to swallow the shaky gasp threatening to escape. You nearly jolted out of your seat when his hand slid even higher, squeezing rougher this time, firm enough to make your whole body shiver.

You grabbed his wrist quickly, pinning his hand where it was, fingers trembling as you kept your head down and refused to look at him.

Bi-Han hummed a low, satisfied sound, digging his fingers in one last time before easing his grip and letting the tension melt from his hand.

He leaned in, breath warm against your ear.

“Relax, Little Ghost. I won’t try anything.” A soft, wicked chuckle followed.

The whine that escaped you was small, instinctive, barely audible, yet somehow still too loud. You coughed immediately, trying to cover it up, cheeks flaming.

Bi-Han’s eyes darkened at the sound, lips curving into a slow, amused smirk.

“Unless…” he murmured, voice dropping, fingers creeping up your thigh again, “…you’re asking me to.”

You gasped quietly and tugged his hand back down, dragging it toward your knee with shaky determination.

“Stop,” you hissed under your breath, refusing to look at him. Your blush burned hot across your face. “We’re in class, Bi-Han. Pay attention.”

Mercifully, Bi-Han decided to listen to you, leaning back in his chair and settling his hand around your ankle instead, thumb rubbing slow circles there like nothing had happened.

You exhaled quietly, finally able to focus on your professor again.

By the time class started winding down, students stuffing notebooks into bags and your professor rambling about the upcoming essay, you stretched out your stiff muscles and gently slid your leg off Bi-Han’s lap.

Kuai leaned across his desk with that stupidly charming grin. “Hey, sweetheart. Why not join us for lunch?”

Instant dread hit your stomach.

Your brain immediately conjured the image of Linh spotting you with them, and you cringed.

“Uhh… I’m good.” You smiled, but it felt more like you were baring your teeth.

Tomás hopped up onto your desk like a gremlin, pouting.

“Come on! There’s fresh bao today. And Bi-Han’s paying.” He looked far too smug about that.

Bi-Han rolled his eyes and shot him an annoyed glare but didn’t deny it.

You offered a soft smile, then shook your head again.

“Maybe another time. My friends are waiting for me. I’ll see you guys soon.”

Tomás groaned dramatically, “You suck! Bye, baby! Have fun with your loser friends!”

Kuai snickered, tossing a wink your way. You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning.

Bi-Han gave you a small nod as you turned and slipped out of the classroom.

You barely made it five steps before you collided with someone.

“Oh gods, I’m so so—” you stopped short, breath catching in your throat as you looked up.

Linh.

She stood there glaring daggers at you, hands on her hips.

“Well, look who it is,” she drawled, “Lin Kuei University’s resident charity case.”

You swallowed hard, instinctively stepping back, shoulders tense. You tried to slip past her, but she shoved you sideways, blocking you again.

“Nice try, slut.” She let out a sharp laugh.

“Let me tell you something,” she said, inspecting her nails as if this conversation was beneath her. “Don’t think for a second that spreading your legs is going to make Bi-Han want you anytime soon.”

Your eyes widened, heat crawling up your neck.

“W-what? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered.

“Please,” she scoffed. “Everyone saw your face earlier. The way you were practically begging for attention. And a little mouse told me he practically had you in his lap during class.”

Your face burned.

“He didn’t—”

“Don’t start denying it now,” she cooed mockingly, stepping closer. She twirled a strand of your hair around her finger like you were a toy. “We all know what kind of girls he goes for. And trust me—” her voice dipped low, “it’s not some quiet little virgin who can’t even look anyone in the eye.”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, just a strained, breathy sound as humiliation knotted in your chest.

“So do me a favor,” she snarked, suddenly grabbing your cheeks in a cruel squeeze. “Stop acting like a slut and go back to being the pathetic little whore you are. He’s mine, and nothing you do is going to change that.”

Her grip lingered just long enough to sting before she shoved you back, satisfied.

You stumbled, catching yourself against the wall.

Linh straightened her posture like she hadn’t just manhandled you, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she looked you over with thin-lipped disgust.

“Learn your place for once.” She rolled her eyes.

“And that is?”

Bi-Han’s voice cut through the hallway, low and bored.

Linh blinked, then immediately lit up with a sugary smile. She practically skipped over to him, sliding her arms around him and sighing theatrically.

“Sorry you had to hear that, baby,” she cooed. “I was just telling this pathetic thing that spreading her legs wasn’t going to do her any favors.”

Bi-Han’s eyes snapped to hers. “Is that so?” he muttered.

She nodded, basking in her own fake pity. “Someone had to tell her how unclassy she’s been.”

“Funny,” Tomás drawled from behind him, “isn’t that exactly what you did to get into this university?”

Linh froze. Her eyes widened before an offended gasp tore from her throat.

“Excuse me?! Watch yourself, Tomás. I would never sleep my way to the top.”

“I heard otherwise,” Kuai snickered, hands folding behind his head. “Got some videos about it too. Can’t say hearing you moan Principal Hao’s name was a bad thing though.” He shrugged.

Her jaw dropped. Color rushed to her cheeks in a furious red as she whipped toward Bi-Han.

“Control your idiot brothers! How dare they disrespect me!”

Bi-Han stared at her for a beat, completely unbothered. Then he raised a brow and shoved her off him with a short, irritated exhale.

“Not my problem they know you’ve been slutting around,” he said lazily. “Maybe spreading your legs across campus wasn’t the move.”

She made a strangled sound, arm launching up to slap him, but Bi-Han caught her wrist instantly, gripping tight as his glare cut into her like ice.

Bi-Han’s grip tightened around her wrist, fingers digging in just enough to make his warning clear.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, voice low and sharp.

She scoffed and yanked her hand back, crossing her arms as she glared at him. “Please. You should be apologizing to me for letting your brothers speak to me that way.”

“For what?” he taunted, stepping closer. “Telling the truth?”

Her expression flickered, irritation cracking just enough to reveal the nerves underneath.

“For letting the entire campus know how easy you are?” he continued mercilessly. “What was it again? Sleeping with the director to secure a spot here?”

“That’s a lie.” She bared her teeth, taking a shaky step back. “I suggest you stop spreading it.”

“Please,” he snorted. “I could ask any of the guys for your nudes right now and they’d all send the same one.”

Her eyes darted between the three brothers before snapping toward you. She scoffed viciously, lips curling back.

“You’re really choosing to humiliate me over her?” she hissed. “She’s pathetic. She could never please you the way I can.”

Bi-Han tilted his head slightly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re right.”

Linh’s posture relaxed instantly. She smiled, relieved, and slipped a hand against his chest. “See? You should listen to me. I know what’s good for you.”

Bi-Han laughed—dark, humorless—and caught her wrist again, ignoring the startled yelp she gave.

“She could never please me like you,” he said, tone deceptively mild.

“You’re loose. Thoroughly used.” His lip curled. “Your body is… unremarkable.”

Linh’s face crumpled.

Bi-Han leaned in closer, voice dropping to a low rumble.

“She’d be tight for me. Wet. She’d sound sweet when she moans my name.”

He let the words settle, cruel and deliberate.

“She’d make me want to keep going all night just to watch her fall apart. She’d be better than you at everything.”

He released her wrist with a shove, sending her stumbling to the floor.

“And I will always choose her, especially over a whore like you.”

Gasps echoed down the hallway as she scrambled to sit up.

Linh’s mascara streaked as tears blurred down her cheeks. Her friends rushed toward her, but she slapped their helping hands away, clutching her wrist protectively as she staggered back up.

“You’ll regret this, Bi-Han,” she spat, eyes full of venom.

She turned sharply on her heel, heels clicking furiously across the tile, and stormed out with her entourage scrambling after her.

The hallway fell silent after Linh disappeared, the sharp echo of her heels fading into nothing.

Slowly, people returned to what they had been doing, pointedly pretending they hadn’t witnessed anything, especially after Bi-Han swept the corridor with a single glare that promised consequences.

Then he turned to you.

The scowl he’d worn moments earlier was gone, replaced by something unreadable. His dark eyes dragged over you, slow and assessing, before settling on your face.

You were tucked into Tomás’ side, his arm resting loosely around your waist as he watched the aftermath with a lazy smirk. Kuai stood nearby, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, amusement and unmistakable pride glinting in his eyes after watching Bi-Han shut her down so mercilessly.

“Think that should be the end of that,” Kuai chuckled, pushing himself off the wall.

Bi-Han exhaled tiredly and stepped closer to you.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed, shoulders lifting in a small shrug. “I—yeah. I’m fine,” you murmured, avoiding his gaze.

Kuai clicked his tongue. “She’s a bit shaken,” he said dryly. “Doesn’t look like she suffered much, aside from the fingerprints on her jaw.”

Bi-Han frowned. He gently grasped your chin, tilting your face up to inspect the faint pink marks left behind.

“Did she do anything else?” he asked, voice low.

“N-no. Just… said things,” you replied softly.

Tomás scoffed. “She always does. That’s her whole personality.”

“She will not be speaking to you again,” Bi-Han said firmly, something dangerous glinting in his eyes. “Ever.”

Your breath hitched, cheeks flushing a soft pink.

Bi-Han paused, thumb brushing lightly along your jaw before he withdrew his hand and shoved it back into his pocket.

“Come on, baby doll,” Kuai smirked, deliberately breaking the moment. “Let’s go eat lunch.”

Tomás hummed in agreement, tugging your waist and starting to pull you along. You blinked, a protest already forming, but he flicked your forehead gently.

“No fighting us today,” he grinned. “You’re eating with us.”

You sighed, letting yourself be dragged down the hallway between them, forced to accept their company.

The rest of the day passed without incident, thankfully. You made it through your remaining classes without a problem, and Linh or any of her minions never showed up again, leaving you blissfully unbothered.

When you stepped outside the building, you froze.

Bi-Han was lounging on his motorcycle, one foot planted on the ground, arms folded, looking like he’d been waiting for someone. He glanced up at the sound of your steps and lifted a hand, motioning you closer. When you approached, he straightened and held out a helmet.

You blinked. “You’re giving me a ride?”

He raised a brow. “Of course. I’m taking you home. Mother wants to see you, remember?”

Recognition flickered across your face, your lips shaping a soft “oh.” You glanced at the bike with quiet dread before giving him a hesitant nod.

Bi-Han chuckled, tugging you closer by the waist as he lowered the helmet over your head.

“I won’t go fast, I promise,” he reassured lightly.

Your heart stuttered at the proximity, at how gently his fingers adjusted the straps under your chin, making sure everything sat just right. Then he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“It’s cold,” he murmured. “This will keep you warm.”

You nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

The ride home was fast but steady, the wind whipping past you as you clung to him, his warmth bleeding through even with the extra layer. When you arrived, his mother was immediately thrilled to see you, insisting you stay for dinner, which you agreed to with a smile.

The boys were out when you arrived, so you found yourself alone in Bi-Han’s room while his mother cooked. You sat on the edge of his bed, watching him from the corner of your eye as he set his things down.

His room was neat. Clean. Sharp. Exactly what you expected of him.

A quiet sigh pulled your gaze back to him just as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Your breath hitched. Heat rushed to your face as more and more of his sculpted torso came into view. You tore your eyes away, pretending you hadn’t stared.

Bi-Han let out a low chuckle.

A moment later, he was standing in front of you, shirt discarded, fingers gently grasping your chin and turning your face toward him.

He studied you in silence—your lashes, your flushed cheeks, the tremble you tried to hide. Something softened in his expression.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, voice low and certain.

You blinked up at him, “…What?” you barely managed.

He tilted his head, thumb brushing your cheek.

“You’re beautiful,” he repeated.

“I—” you swallowed, eyes darting anywhere but his. “You don’t have to lie, you know?”

Bi-Han frowned, a soft scoff slipping out as his fingers tightened on your chin, thumb gliding across the corner of your mouth.

“You know very well I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out, too stunned to form a single word.

“You know…” he murmured, voice dipping low, “Linh wasn’t wrong about one thing. Everyone wants something from me. They’ll do anything just to get my attention.”

You stared at him, pulled in by the heat simmering behind his eyes.

“But you…” his tone dropped even lower, “…you never have. You never expected anything from me.”

Your breath caught. “Bi-Han…”

His gaze flicked down to your lips, lingering, then dragging back up with an intensity that twisted your stomach.

“I don’t want her,” he said quietly, honesty hitting harder than anything else. “I’ve never wanted her.”

Your fingers curled into the sheets, breath unsteady.

“I meant what I said to her. I’d always choose you.” His voice left no room for doubt.

“I… why are you telling me this?” you whispered, barely audible.

“Because I want you. And I’m done holding back.”

Your heart stuttered.

“Can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours. “Want you to be mine. Only mine. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Bi-Han…” you breathed.

“I want what I said earlier to be true.” His eyes opened, heavy and dark. “I want to feel you around me… dripping… tight. I want to hear you moan my name. I want to make you feel good.”

You gasped softly as he guided you down into the sheets, his body hovering over yours.

“I want to be the only one who makes you feel good beneath me,” he murmured, nose grazing your jaw as his breath washed over your neck. “And later? I’d treat you like a queen. I just want you to be mine.”

Before you could answer—before anything else could happen—a soft knock sounded at the door.

“Dinner is ready!” his mother called gently.

Bi-Han didn’t move at first, lips hovering over your pulse, his body blanketing yours completely.

Then he exhaled, slow and heavy, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before pulling back. He took in the sight of you flushed and breathless on his bed.

“Let’s go,” he said, voice rough. “Before I skip dinner entirely and enjoy dessert instead.”

He stood, offered his hand, and pulled you up with ease. After changing into something comfortable, he led you downstairs toward the dining room.

You all sat down as their mother fluttered around excitedly, making sure every dish was in place.

Kuai raised a brow at you, leaning back with a sly grin.

“Someone’s red,” he sang under his breath.

Tomás snickered. “Yeah, she looks like she just ran a marathon.”

Your face burned. You grabbed your water and tried to hide behind the glass.

Bi-Han shot both his brothers a sharp glare.

“Eat,” he muttered.

They wisely did the smart thing and shut up.

For about five minutes.

Then Tomás leaned forward, voice low and nosy. “So… what were you two doing before dinner?”

You immediately choked.

Kuai snorted so hard he almost face-planted in his rice.

Bi-Han kicked Tomás under the table with enough force to slide his chair a few inches.

Tomás cursed, gripping his shin while Bi-Han smirked smugly.

“Bi-Han, dear,” their mother admonished gently, giving him a pointed look. “Please don’t hurt your brother.”

“Yes, Mother,” he muttered, leaning back, already satisfied with the damage done.

His mother turned to you next, smiling warmly. “I’m so glad you’re visiting again, dear. It feels like forever. How’s your mother?”

You brightened, falling easily into conversation with her. You started catching up, trading jokes, laughing softly. Kuai and Tomás eventually joined in too, firing questions about your parents and insisting you drag your family over next time.

Dinner ended with full bellies and fuller hearts.

His mother happily waved everyone away, shooing them from the table before rolling up her sleeves to clean.

Kuai and Tomás shuffled off toward the living room, arguing loudly about some video game.

Bi-Han watched them for a moment, before placing his hands on your waist and leaned in, teeth grazing your neck in a soft nip.

“Come,” he murmured, turning away and heading toward the stairs.

You felt your breath catch as you followed him.

His door clicked shut behind you, the lock sliding into place. He leaned back against the door for a moment, eyes dragging over you with a slow, simmering heat like someone dying of thirst finally seeing water.

He pushed off the door and walked toward you, stopping close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His hands lifted, cupping your face with a gentleness that made your breath catch.

“You’re nervous,” he murmured.

You swallowed. “I-I’m not.”

A faint smile touched his mouth. “You are.”

He lowered his face, brushing his nose against yours. “It’s okay.”

“Bi-Han…” you whispered, hands hovering uselessly, unsure where to put them as your heart pounded.

“You have no idea,” he said softly, thumbs stroking your cheeks, “how long I’ve wanted you.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt on instinct, your body reacting before your mind could catch up.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then your cheek. His lips followed the line of your jaw until he reached the corner of your mouth.

Your breath hitched, lips parting in anticipation.

He paused there, letting the moment stretch, then leaned in to place a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Please…” you whispered, barely audible.

He exhaled at the sound and finally claimed your lips, pulling you flush against him as he learned the shape and softness of your mouth.

You melted into him, your lips yielding under his, warm and plush. His tongue traced lightly against them, tasting you, and a low groan rumbled out of him at the sweetness of it.

The kiss deepened, his hunger showing in the way he pulled you closer, savoring every second. You wrapped your arms around his neck, shivering at the intensity as he nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp just enough for him to slide his tongue against yours again, taking your mouth with a quiet, possessive need.

You let out a soft, helpless sound, your body instinctively leaning into him.

“Easy,” he murmured against your lips, stealing another slow kiss that made your pulse stumble. He walked backward until the back of his legs hit the bed, sitting and pulling you into his lap like he’d been waiting years to do it.

His hands slid along your thighs, warm and deliberate, before gliding up to your waist and drawing you even closer.

He kissed from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the spot just beneath your ear.

“You don’t know how insane you’re driving me,” he rasped, voice low and tight with restraint.

“Bi-han…” you whispered, shivering.

“Hm?” he hummed, his lips brushing your neck, the smallest nip pulling another tiny gasp from you.

You squirmed involuntarily, heat curling through your stomach.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, pulling back just enough to see your face. His eyes were heavy, fixed on every detail of you.

“I… want you…” you breathed, gaze dropping in embarrassment.

“Look at me,” he said softly but with command.

You forced your eyes up, meeting his stare.

“Say it again. Don’t look away.”

You swallowed. “I want you… please.”

His lips curved, slow and satisfied. “Good girl.”

He gripped your hips and pulled you down against the hardness beneath you, guiding your body along his. You gasped at the pressure, moving without thinking, and he groaned softly, hands tightening to help you repeat the motion.

You buried your face in his neck, overwhelmed.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, thumb brushing your side. “Let me see you.”

You whined quietly, shaking your head, but pressed a shy kiss to his throat.

He inhaled sharply at the touch.

Then he shifted, gripping your waist and flipping you beneath him in one smooth motion. The mattress dipped under his weight as he hovered over you, eyes roaming your flushed face like he was memorizing every detail.

“Mine,” he murmured, the word low and certain.

He leaned down, capturing your lips again—slower, deeper, savoring you like he planned to take his time.

“If we start, I intend to treat you the way you deserve,” he breathed against your lips, hips rolling gently into yours. His nose skimmed your cheek, voice low and steady. “I’m going to take my time with you. I’ll go slow, make you feel good. Is that okay?”

You nodded quickly, breath catching, eyes hazy as you looked up at him.

“I need words, baby,” he murmured, thumb brushing your jaw. “Tell me you want this.”

“Bi-Han… I want you. Please… m-make love to me.”

His breath stilled for a moment before he exhaled softly, the tension in his shoulders melting into something warm and aching. He undressed you both with deliberate care, kissing along your skin as each layer fell away. Every inch of you received a quiet praise, a whispered devotion, his lips lingering wherever your breath hitched.

He pressed soft nips into your thighs, leaving faint pink marks, slowly guiding them apart as he settled between them. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders before leaning in, placing a gentle kiss to your clit, then drawing it into his mouth, tongue moving tender and slow.

Your hips jolted, thighs clamping around his head as pleasure surged through you.

A hand flew up to your mouth to stifle the moan spilling out of you, the other tangling instinctively in his hair.

Bi-Han groaned softly as he tasted you, licking you with a deliberate, almost reverent rhythm, savoring each shiver rolling through your body. His hands squeezed and stroked your thighs as they trembled around him, keeping you open for the slow, loving attention he gave you.

Your hips twitched against his mouth, grinding helplessly as he ate you like he meant to devour every drop you gave him.

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, sliding up and down your slick heat before circling your clit with a tenderness that made your breath stutter. His hands tightened around your hips, guiding the motion, groaning softly each time more of your arousal coated his tongue.

“Bi-Han… Ahh…” you moaned, voice thin and trembling, biting your lip to keep the sound from spilling too loudly. “Please… need you…”

His eyes flicked up at you, dark and intent, never pulling his mouth from your core. He drew your clit into his mouth again as he slid a finger to your entrance, pushing it in gently, slow enough to match the softness in his gaze. He stroked inside you at a careful pace, letting you open around him.

You clenched down instantly, mewling as his finger curled up and found your sweetest spot. You tugged his locks softly as your head tipped back into the sheets, breath coming out in shaky, uneven pants.

He eased in another finger, watching your face twist in pleasure as you opened around him. Hunger flashed in his eyes when he pushed deeper, his thumb circling your clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

He drew his hand back just enough to see your arousal glisten across his fingers, licking his lips clean while his gaze dropped to where his hand was working you open.

He gently caught your wrist and pulled it away from your mouth. “Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me. I want to hear you.”

You shook your head, hips jerking when his fingers brushed your sweet spot again. “T-too loud…” you gasped, another moan slipping free despite your efforts.

“So what? You’re mine. Let them hear.” His voice dropped into something warm and possessive.

“Bi-Han…!” you breathed, swatting weakly at his arm. “Don’t— your mother is still here.”

His eyes flicked toward the clock, then back to you with a slow, confident smirk. “She’s out right now. So go on… be loud for me.”

He pushed a third finger in, curling them right into the place that made your vision spark white. A loud moan tore out of your throat before you could stop it.

“Good girl,” he breathed, biting his lip as he watched you unravel. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Let me hear all of it.”

Your walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, each pulse pulling more sounds from your lips no matter how hard you tried to swallow them down.

“Bi-Han— please… I’m so close,” you whined.

“That’s it. Fall apart for me, sweet girl,” he murmured, leaning down to claim your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss as you came, nails scraping lightly at his shoulders while his fingers kept moving just enough to guide you through it. When it became too much, you squeezed your thighs around his wrist, stopping him with a shaky breath before pulling him back down for another kiss.

“Take me… please,” you whispered against his lips. “I want to feel you. All of you. Make me yours.”

Bi-Han inhaled sharply, your words hitting him like a physical blow. “Woman…” he muttered, resting his forehead against your collarbone for a moment as he steadied himself. “You’re playing a dangerous game talking to me like that.”

He straightened, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a soft, hungry hum. His other hand slid beneath your thigh, guiding your legs open for him.

“You taste sweet, Little Ghost,” he murmured, licking the last traces from his knuckles. Then his expression softened, stilling as his eyes locked with yours. “Do you still want this?”

“Yes,” you whispered, trembling as you cupped his jaw. “I want you. Only you.”

He kissed your palm, nodding once.

“Then let me make you mine properly.”

He leaned over you, lifting your thighs to wrap around his waist. His tip pressed against your entrance, sliding slowly through your slick before he began to ease inside. His breath hitched, a low sound catching in his throat as your warmth welcomed him in.

“Fuck…” he breathed, sinking into you until he was fully sheathed.

Your lips parted on a soft, breathless sound as your nails dug into his back. The stretch burned in the sweetest way, stealing the air from your lungs.

“You feel so good…” you whispered, arms winding around him, face buried in the warm curve of his neck. He grunted in response, holding perfectly still to let you adjust.

“You okay?” he murmured, hand stroking your side in slow circles.

“Yes… more than okay,” you breathed, giving your hips a tentative roll. The two of you moaned at the same time, the pleasure hitting both of you like a jolt.

He began to move, deep and slow, each thrust sinking into you fully, deliberately, savoring every inch of you.

“Damn…” he huffed, voice rough. “You’re perfect. So, so perfect.”

You clenched around him, whining softly as his words rippled through you.

He chuckled under his breath, “Yeah? You like when I tell you that? When I tell you how perfect you are for me?”

You squeezed your legs around him, whining shyly as you hid your face from him. “Bi-Han… stop.”

His grin was audible. He shifted onto his knees, tilting your hips up. The new angle had you gasping, back arching as he slid even deeper.

His hands caressed up your sides with a reverence that made your chest tighten. “No,” he murmured, soft moans spilling from him as he watched you take him. “I think you want me to keep going.”

His palm cupped your breast, thumb rolling your nipple gently. “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Hearing what you do to me,” he panted. “You love that I’m giving you all my attention.”

His hips snapped deeper, dragging another arch from your spine.

“You love how desperate you make me,” he groaned, head tipping back as his control slipped. “How I can’t stop shaking because of how good you feel.”

His pace deepened, erratic with need. Soft, breathy sounds escaped him—half-moans, half-grunts—as his hands roamed your body like he was committing every line of you to memory.

Your face burned, his words unraveling you as quickly as his thrusts did. Your fingers wrapped around his arm, dragging him closer.

“Bi-Han—! Please—”

Your voice broke, your body tightening as your high rushed up fast, unstoppable.

“Good…” he groaned, leaning down and covering your body with his. “Fuck, I can’t stop touching you. You were made for me. Only me.”

Your breath hitched as he thrust harder, the bed creaking beneath you.

“You’ve ruined me,” he rasped against your ear. “I can’t even think about pulling out of this pussy.”

A sharp thrust punched a cry from you, your legs hiking higher around his waist, ankles locking behind him.

His laugh was breathless, wrecked. “See? Even you want to keep me in you—keep me deep so everyone knows you’re mine.”

He pulled your leg tighter around his hip and kissed you fiercely, swallowing your moans.

Your nails dragged down his back as your body seized, pleasure snapping through you so intensely your vision blurred.

“Don’t— don’t stop!” you cried, tugging his hair, voice cracking. “I’m yours—only yours—please— Bi-Han—!”

Your words dragged a broken moan from him.

“You’re perfect,” he panted, losing himself completely. “So perfect. You’re mine.”

He thrust deep and stayed there, hips locking as he spilled inside you, each pulse heavy, each breath caught on a groan.

“I love you, woman,” he moaned, grinding his hips into you, making sure you took every last drop of his release.

You whimpered, tugging him down and kissing him sweetly through the fading sparks of pleasure. “I love you too,” you panted.

You stayed like that—bodies pressed together, sharing slow, lingering kisses—until the high gently ebbed from your limbs.

Then came a knock.

“As hot as hearing you two was, Mom’s about to get home from yoga, so you better start cleaning up,” Tomás called through the door, laughter trailing behind the words.

Bi-Han closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. “Fuck off.”

More laughter drifted away with receding footsteps.

He sighed again, softer this time, his hand smoothing over your hips before he leaned down and kissed you once more—slow, unhurried, savoring you.

You melted into it, arms wrapping around his neck as your fingers slid into his hair. Your lips curled into a small smile, and you deliberately clenched around him just to hear the sound it dragged from his throat.

He groaned, low and helpless, eyes narrowing at you before he rolled his hips once more, his half-hard length stirring back to life. He pushed in just a little deeper, savoring your soft moan, before forcing himself to still.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he murmured, voice warm and wrecked. “Before I take you again…”

Your cheeks warmed instantly, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “…Round two in the shower?”

Bi-Han’s smirk was downright sinful. “Good thinking, Little Ghost. Come here.”

Your giggles echoed down the hallway as he scooped you up and carried you toward the bathroom

you absolutely hate Bi Han, he always had to one up you, always had to be better, always had to make sure to rub it in your face whenever he beat you in a spar

it was absolutely infuriating, and you seeth at him from across the room as he lectures the trainees and mentors for something idiotic that one person had messed up

he was so serious about every single little thing, and you wanted to slap him, to beat him into the dirt because of course he would take such a stupid mistake so seriously

someone had left out a weapon on the training grounds rather than putting it back on the rack, and for some reason, this was the hill Bi Han was going to die on

you barely hold in your scoff and your eye-roll as Bi Han walks by you, and you sit until your ass is numb and he’s finally done lecturing you all

finally, you walk off back to your room, the day already dark and moon high from how long the grandmaster had lectured you all

why did the mentors have to be there? it’s not like any of you would make a mistake so trivial, and now your night was wasted

you were going to sit down with a good book and a hot cup of red tea and sip on it until the candle burned down, but now you couldn’t even do that

closing the door, you strip off your clothes and angrily throw them into your laundry basket and put on your loose pajamas

maybe you would just go to sleep then

flicking off the lights to your room and closing the blinds, you bury yourself underneath the sheets and stare at the wall of your room

except sleep won’t come to you, no matter what position you flip yourself into or how long you close your eyes, and now you’re angry for a different reason

finally, you lay on your back, the blanket rumpled around you, and all you can do is stare at the ceiling as you lay wide awake

the meeting from earlier flashes through your mind and how Bi Han had strut around the room, dressed in only a casual uniform for training

it was sleeveless and tight, one size too small for him, and you could see every time his arm flexed and how his chest nearly spilled out from the front

you hated Bi Han so much that it turned into lust, and it frustrated you to no end how much you craved him despite how much you also wanted to beat him into the dirt

huffing out into the air, you dip one hand below your shorts and press them against your clit, biting your lip at the feeling

you start with slow circles, sighing at the feeling, and you can feel your pussy clench around nothing and getting wet as you continue

your fingers are nimble, nowhere near soft, but not quite calloused just because you engage in more hand to hand combat rather than with weapons, and you wonder how Bi Han’s fingers would feel against your clit

you’ve fought with him many times, felt his calloused and scarred fingers dig into your skin and cause bruises to bloom across you

they would be rough, focused, determined, rubbing quick and hard circles into your clit, and you let out a soft moan as you quicken your pace

parting your legs slightly and taking a pause to throw off your pants, you rub your clit with practiced fingers, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling

pleasure buzzes through you, hums in every fiber of your being as you get yourself closer and closer to the edge

you imagine Bi Han is here with you, fingers rough against you and pushing you further and further to the edge

his voice would be saying something, always something because the grandmaster always had something to say or do to prove his point

you can imagine the deep rumble of his voice, the growl he would let out, his neat and pristine hair being mussed by your hands

you’ve never wanted to pull out his bun so much and mess up his hair and tug tangles into the strands, and you know he would be irritated with the action

he would pin you down to the ground, thick fingers moving to fuck your drooling pussy while his thumb grinds against your clit

it would be delicious and angry and hot, and you let out a moan of his name as you cum on your fingers, letting your orgasm wash over you and light every sense in your body

you slow down your fingers on your clit and let out a little breath, feeling more tired than earlier, and you remove your fingers and adjust your position to turn onto your side

where you see an open door and someone standing there in casual training uniform

a chill runs down your spine and your heart thumps in your chest as your eyes trail up, up toned legs, a plush chest with crossed arms, and a scowling Bi Han

oh fuck

immediately, you throw your blanket over your bare legs, mouth open in surprise, and you sit up, fingers clutching the blanket so hard that you might as well tear a new hole through it

he doesn’t do anything, and you don’t say anything, stuck in a staring contest that you desperately didn’t want to be in

and then he steps in closer to you, making you flinch, and he closes the door behind him, his silhouette nothing but a dark shadow in the black of your room

it’s hard to tell if he’s moving, smiling, going to kill you, and you shift on the bed to turn on your lamp

but then there’s a hand on your legs through the blankets, yanking you further down the bed and making you gasp in surprise

you go to yell, scream, yelp, but a hand clamps itself over your mouth and his other pins your wrists above you, ice cold and freezing

he chuckles lowly, the only other sound in the room besides your pounding heart, and he says that he didn’t know that his most annoying soldier was so into him

you glare at him, almost hoping that it makes him drop dead, but unfortunately, it doesn’t, his hands still pressed against you

his breath gets close enough to fan out across your face, and it makes you flinch, not knowing that he was so close to you in the darkness of your room

your eyes had yet to adjust to the black night, and you kick your legs in an attempt to hit his stomach and fling him off of you

but he just slots his hips right in between your plush thighs, and you’ve run out of possible defenses to kick him off of you

unluckily for you, the rough cloth of his pants rubs on your sensitive clit when he had pushed his way between your legs, and you let out a small whimper at the feeling

you can feel his smirk before he opens his mouth, and you don’t move in fear of grinding against him and further embarrassing yourself

but from the way you can feel his hardness pressing right against your cunt, you’re guessing he liked you just as much you liked him

or at least, the way you liked his body because you hated his personality

Bi Han grinds his hips into yours, and your eyes finally adjust enough to see his stupid stupid smirk on his face, looking at you like you’re prey

his hand is still clasped over your mouth, but he lets go of your wrists, encasing them in ice so you couldn’t throw them at him

the ice almost burns, and it mixes with the pleasure you feel as he grinds against you, making your head spin and your nerves twist in every which direction

it doesn’t know whether to deal with the pain or deal with the pleasure, and it fills your head with a haze as you let out a muffled curse behind Bi Han’s rough hand

he lets go of your mouth, and you curse him out with as many expletives you can think of

Bi Han rolls his eyes, muttering something in Chinese under his breath, and you switch to the language and start cursing him out like that

he looks around your room, finding your discarded panties on the sheets above you, and he shoves them into your open mouth, effectively silencing you for the most part

you can’t even spit it out because it’s too large, and so you just glare at him, arms stuck to your fucking bedsheets and legs spread around his hips and staring at his insufferable face

he hates you, you know he does because he fights you like he does no other, and it’s clear in his words as he calls you a whore, a needy little slut

you continue to glare at him as he says that if you wanted him that badly, you should’ve just asked, he can’t but help a whore in need

his hands travel up shirt, cupping your breasts and squeezing them harshly, making you let out a choked whimper at the roughness

he just squeezes and squeezes your chest, doing nothing more than that for a second, before his thumbs find your hardened nipples and roll against them

the feeling makes you whine, and he grins at you, pinching your nipples repeatedly and listening to the muffled whines and whimper that flow out of you

you can’t stop the noises that come out of you, and neither can you control how your pussy grows more and more wet by the second

he murmurs, saying that you look so pretty when you’re quiet, so helpless beneath him, and that maybe he should keep you like this, all pliant for him

you try to growl underneath your gag, but then he lowers his head to your neck and sinks his teeth into your skin

a small yelp leaves your throat, and he runs his tongue over the mark, kissing a little lower before he sucks a hickey into you as well

it’s high up, too high to hide with your uniform, and you squirm in his grip to complain

but all it accomplishes is making you rub against him, and you just let out a pathetic mewl at the feeling and go still

he chuckles against your skin, kissing lower and repeating the process over and over again until he finally reaches your chest

he nips and bites at the skin before latching his mouth over your nipple, running his tongue over the nub, while his hand pinched your other nipple

his tongue and teeth are relentless against the sensitive nub, and you can’t help but squirm against him, growing needier and needier by the second

you garble out commands behind your gag, telling him to hurry up, to stop being such a coward and fuck you senseless already, but if he understands, he ignores you

he’s slow with his actions, just grinding himself into your sensitive clit, and the grandmaster continues to tease your chest, teeth lightly nipping at your nipple

it makes you whine and arch your back and your chest right into his awaiting mouth, and he smirks against your skin and detaches from your nipple with a slight pop

but he quickly moves to your other nipple, giving it the same overbearing treatment, tongue rubbing over the nub and teeth lightly biting into it

you really couldn’t take any more teasing, and you try to convey that as much with the way your hips buck into him, but he just growls and presses his body weight further into you

with his size compared to yours, you’re helpless to get him off of you and can only take the pleasure that he gives you

he seems to spend forever on your other nipple, and your head is starting to grow foggy with how much you need him as much as you hate to admit it

you wanted to flip him, take what you want and leave him needing, but for now, all you can do is let the pleasure cloud your mind and control your body

finally, after what feels like an eon, he detaches his mouth from your chest, giving it a playful bite before he looks at your heaving chest

he hums at the sight, pinching your nipples one more time for good measure, and you suppress your whimper at the feeling

Bi Han just laughs and calls you pathetic, but he looks just as debauched, lips shiny with his spit and eyes frenzied, his hair a mess with strands falling out of his bun

you want to spit an insult at him, tell him that he’s no better, but he hasn’t removed the gag just yet, and so you just glare and hope they burn holes through him

he just lightly pats your chest, and then shuffles downward, using his hand to spread your legs open and then up to press them into your stomach

you try to struggle and move your legs again, but his arms are thick and strong and keep them pinned tightly to your body

he just mutters pathetic under his breath before lapping his tongue over your clit, making your hips buck and a small whine to escape from you

Bi Han wastes no time in tasting all of you, his tongue flicking your clit back and forth roughly before sucking on it and drawing a wail out of you

his tongue is ruthless, cold against your clit, and all you can do is buck and grind your hips further and further into his tongue

you’re getting closer and closer to the edge, his tongue still pressing firm flat strokes against your oversensitive clit, and you can’t think at all

you hurtle over the edge, pleasure shattering like shards of glass throughout your body, and you tremble as he keeps his lips firmly wrapped around your clit

it feels like your high lasts forever, and you know that you’re whining out his name from behind the gag but you can’t even stop yourself

but his tongue is still pressing against you, tongue still stubbornly lapping at your clit, and his fingers slide through your folds

they’re cold, and the temperature makes you gasp and flinch at the coldness, but Bi Han just hums into your clit and all thought flies away again

he slips his fingers into you, thicker and rougher than your own, and your pussy squeezes around them, trying to bring them further, desperate for pleasure

pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly, you can feel your mind and your body separating, how the pleasure seems to hold onto your body and bring you far away from yourself

it’s like floating in the space between Earth and Outworld, and you can’t control the whimpers that leave your throat as Bi Han curls them into your sweet spot

it makes your pussy squeeze around his fingers and grow wetter as he rubs against the spot, and you let out small mewls as he continues to suck on your sensitive clit

it’s so overwhelming, and you want to kick him off but also bring him closer and make you cum, you want it, you need it

Bi Han hums into your clit, the vibrations shooting straight through you and making you see white as you cum on his fingers

he keeps pumping in and out of you, letting you ride your high out on his fingers, and you’re panting heavily, head dizzy from the lack of oxygen from the gag

his tongue gives your pussy one final lick, tongue broad and firm, before he detaches himself from you with a wet pop and stands up, letting your legs finally fall down

you can’t even kick him away because of how they feel more jello than bone right now

you’re face to face with just how large Bi Han is, sure you’ve sparred against him, had him pressed against you so many times before

but that was in a different context…now he’s standing before you, undressing himself, his biceps flexing in the little moonlight that shines through the cracks of the blinds

his chest is so much broader and defined than yours, years and years of training you supposed, and he catches you staring as he shucks off his pants

no surprise, of course the cocky motherfucker was large, and he brings his hand to wrap around it and pump it a few times, his thumb collecting the pre-cum and spreading it along the shaft

he lets out a low groan at the feeling, and you nudge your thighs against his, wanting him to hurry up and fuck you

raising an eyebrow at you, Bi Han leans forward and takes out your gag, and immediately you call him an asshole

he retorts, saying that you didn’t seem to have the same attitude when he was making you cum on his fingers earlier

you frown at him, trying to keep your face still even as he slaps your pussy with his cock, letting the head bump against the clit

it sends little shocks of pleasure running through your body, but the only giveaway is how your hips slightly twitch at the feeling

he doesn’t do anything for a moment, just sliding his cock between your folds and getting himself nice and wet for you, and then he hikes your legs up into his large hands

staring straight at you, he tells you to beg, beg for his cock like the desperate whore he knows you are, and you open your mouth in indignation and glare at him

and then you spit an insult out at him, telling him he’s some pompous stupid asshole whose too cocky for no reason, a terrible grandmaster, a horrible lay

if he’s affected, he doesn’t show it and just looks at you with a bored expression until you’re out of breath and panting

his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, going deep enough that you know that there will be bruises tomorrow

he asks if you’re done, his voice annoyed and bordering a growl as he stares down at you

you tug at your arms, pursing your lips at the fact that they were still stuck to your bedsheets, and your thighs are held firmly in place by his hands

he grinds into you, pulling his hips back and teasing you with his cock, slightly pushing in but then pulling back out

you can’t help it as a small whimper leaves your throat, and you glare at him and tell him he isn’t playing fair

Bi Han doesn’t react, just repeats his order from before, to beg for him to fuck you, and you frown and slightly squirm to try and move your hips down onto him

he just pulls his hips backward away from you, preventing you from spearing yourself any further on his cock

the both of you are at a standstill for a moment, but you can feel your resolve breaking every time the tip pushes in just slightly and then pulls back out

it’s driving you insane, but you can see the cracks in his patience as he pushes in deeper and deeper and how he starts to let out a curt grunt every time he teases you

but of course Bi Han wouldn’t play fair because he leans down, his face so close to yours, and he hooks your legs over his shoulders

one of his hands snakes down to rub at your clit, and you want to actually kill him as he smirks at you and tells you to beg

he’s so absolutely infuriating, so irritating, and he was breaking down your resolve like he was an ocean wave and you were a crumbling sand castle

his thumb is slow and torturous, rubbing light circles into your clit but never going fast enough to make you cum, just enough to have pleasure creep in the edges of your frayed nerves

you try to buck and grind your hips into him to get him to apply more pressure, but it’s fruitless, and you’re left with no more options

closing your eyes, you murmur out a please

he tells you to do it again, to do it better, he knows you can do better

opening your eyes and glaring up at him, you bare your teeth and snarl at him, and he just looks down at you, awaiting your response

you grit your teeth and beg for him in a low and irritated voice, begging for him to fuck you on his fat cock, to make you cum until you only know his name, to fuck you until you worship him…please

Bi Han grins and with one single thrust, he pushes his cock into you and bottoms out, pelvis snug against yours

it steals your breath, and a strangled sound leaves your throat as he starts to fuck into you at a brutal pace, the sound of your wet pussy filling the air

he’s big, stretching you out to lengths you’ve never been, and he’s hitting every spot inside of you perfectly and turning your mind into mush as his thumb presses firmly into your clit

you refuse to beg anymore though and bite your lip to stifle your moans and whimpers, and you close your eyes and turn your head to the side to hide in your shoulder

Bi Han doesn’t seem to mind, simply leaning down further and making your hamstrings burn as he sucks and kisses hickeys into your neck

he nips at your sensitive skin, leaving his marks on you as his hips thrust in and out of you, and you let out a choked moan as you cream on his cock

his hips never stop, continuing their ruthless pace through your orgasm, but he lets out a low groan at the feeling of your pussy clenching and squeezing his cock

it’s the sound of your half-hidden whimpers and whines, his grunts and low moans, and the sound of his hips slapping into yours filling the room

every shock of pleasure is sharp and loud, cracking through your body as the overstimulation starts to sit in, but Bi Han doesn’t seem to care as he pants into your skin

he spares a look down and groans at the sight, and you look down as well, barely making out in the low light how every time he thrusts in, a slight bulge appears on your stomach

somehow, his pace quickens, and he growls into your ear that he’s going to cum in you, needs to cum in you and mark you all the way

you just whine in response, lips parting, and he takes the opportunity to attach his lips to yours and kiss you deeply, tongue finding its way into your mouth

your taste still lingers on his tongue, and you moan at the realization, pleasure coursing through you

he swallows the sound of your drawn-out keen as your pussy clamps down on his dick, nearly strangling it as you cum again, and he moans into your mouth as he does the same

you can feel his cum inside of you, warming you from the inside, and your thighs tremble as the both of your ride out your highs, his hips becoming sloppy and slow as he finishes

he just lays on top of you, letting his cock soften inside of you, and the both of you just lay there panting, chests heaving as you close your eyes and savor the last remnants of pleasure

and then you open your eyes and mutter for him to get off of you, and you tug at your arms, finally finding the ice fragile enough to break with your strength

he just grunts and obliges, his cock slipping out of you, and as much as you hate to admit it, you miss the feeling already

his cum seeps out of your pussy, spilling onto your clean bedsheets, and you glare at him, telling him that this was his fault

he rolls his eyes at you, saying that it was not, you were the one who had moaned his name in the first place

you retort saying that he had come over to your room first, and that you know for a fact that he lives in the opposite direction because that’s where all the higher-ups lived

he scowls at you but doesn’t say anything as he dresses in his slacks and picks up his robes from the floor

you stand up, fixing your shirt that had been pushed above your chest and you hold onto the door frame for balance on your shaky legs

he leaves, standing in the middle of the hallway and then turns back to you, and you just stand in the doorway and stare back at him

finally, he mutters out that he wants to see you again, next week, same time

you snort and say now who’s the one begging, and he rolls his eyes and starts walking away, letting you admire the way his back flexes as he walks

Satoru Gojo

Gojo is always so cocky during sex, and for good reason too. He knows what he does to you, knows how to make you feel good, how to get you writhing and cumming from his cock in record time. Which is why you thought it would be a perfect idea to mess with him.

Your back is on the bed, legs lifted on either side of his body, his cock shoved deep inside your pussy maintaining a relentless pace. Not a single sound slips from you, and it is proving to be difficult to keep it that way.

Breathing coming in short puffs from the force of his hips, you try your best to act unaffected. Your fingers don’t tangle in the sheets no matter how much you want to; your head doesn’t press into the pillow even though your body is begging to arch into his touch. You gaze up at the ceiling, your eyes not even shutting from the pleasure, and that is exactly what gets him.

“There’s no way,” he huffs, laughing out softly from the absurdity of this situation.

Your eyes fall on his, held tilting in question, doing your best to feign your innocence but you know if you open your mouth for a second you will moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“There’s just no way I got this bad in the span of 12 hours. I just had you moaning like a crazy woman on my dick this morning,” he says, his pace slowing down, perfect for you to keep up the act.

“Guess you did,” you reply, bringing your gaze back up to the ceiling.

He scoffs, truly appalled, doubting his abilities for a split second before considering the possibility that you just might be trying to play with him. Gojo’s hands find your waist, fingers gripping your skin punishingly tight, angling your hips up just right and you know you are done for.

“F-fuckk, Toru!”

The second his hips snap to yours, your eyes shoot open, toes curling, fingers gripping onto the sheets for dear life while an obscene moan rips from your throat. His cock twitches against your sweet spot, tip rubbing hard on your cervix, and the most satisfying grin pulls at his lips.

“Could’ve just said you wanted to play pretend,” he says, voice low and rough, words rumbling out from deep within his chest from the feeling of your walls fluttering tight around his length.

He holds your hips up, maintaining the perfect position, and pounds into you as if he is a starved man who is insatiable when it comes to your sounds of pleasure. Grunts and groans leave his lips, your legs wrap around his waist, your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper inside you, not wanting to waste another second with your antics.

“It’s s-so good,” you whimper, burying your face in his neck as your cheeks heat up, moaning right into his ear just how he likes.

“Yeah? Take it all, won’t you pretty baby?”

He slams into you harder, faster, his strokes growing relentless and punishing as he does his best to fuck out every last sound you could make. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up and leaving no space inside you empty.

The only thing you could feel is him. The rough skin of his chest dragging against your nipples, the softer skin of his abdomen catching on your clit with each thrust, your nails dragging down his back from the pleasure coursing through you, all of it pushing you closer and closer to your sweet release.

“Y-yes Toru. So c-close, please,” you plead, begging him for anything and everything he could give you.

“Really thought you could be quiet when you’re this close,” he asks, not expecting an answer, continuing to fuck into you, unable to resist the sweet sounds of your begging.

“Go ahead then. Cum on my dick.”

His words sound like music to your ears, rough around the edges from his own pleasure, rumbling out from him like they always did when he was deep inside your pussy.

Your body goes rigid, muscles drawing taut, nails dragging down his back while your toes curl against his hips. Cum gushes from your entrance, obscene moans pouring from you as it leaks out around his length. It drips from his skin, making a mess below, staining the sheets with something undeniable.

“That’s i-it. Such a g-good girl,” he grunts, throwing his head back in pleasure, feeling the way your walls tighten and rhythmically pulse around him, bringing him right to the edge of his climax without having to do much work.

He buries himself to the hilt after a few more thrusts, a guttural groan slipping out from how slick your walls are, from the pleasurable pain of your nails digging into his back, and he gives himself the same release.

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls, leaking out when there is no more room left. It pools on the sheets below, sticky and mixed with your own, proof of the pleasure he thought he just couldn’t give you anymore.

His body slumps against you, his forehead rests on yours, heavy breathing filling the air, his heartbeat whooshing in his ears from the blood rushing through his body. Your breath mingles with his in the small space between your lips, your body on fire from his touch, weak from his undoing, and starved for more.

“For a second there... I actually believed you,” he says breathlessly, laughing softly, eyes boring into yours.

“Toru, you really think you could do anything other than make me feel good in every single part of life,” you question, moving your hands to cup his face.

“Of course not.”

You giggle, pulling his face towards yours, placing a soft kiss to his lips in agreement with his cocky ass reply. The kiss turns sloppy, his cock stirring back awake still stuffed inside you, your clit swollen and pulsing once more.

“Then give me more. Make me feel good all night if you think you can,” you say, shrugging your shoulders in indifference, biting back a smirk from your teasing words.

The grin that spreads across his face while he rolls over onto his back, taking you with him until you’re seated with his cock shoved against your cervix, makes you know that you are in for it.

Suguru Geto

Your back is pressed against Geto’s chest, his cock deep inside your pussy, pressed against your cervix while your walls flutter around him undeniably tight. No sounds fall from you while he thrusts, not a moan, not a whimper, absolutely nothing. You don’t even touch him like you usually do.

It is cruel really, but you are still buzzing with annoyance from the argument the two of you had last night, still wanting to get back at him for eating the last ice cream cone after you asked him to save it for you since he ate all the rest.

He notices quickly, hips stuttering for just a second before continuing to roll deeper into you, quicker, angling upwards to hit your sweet spot, anything to draw out your pretty noises. One hand planted on your hip, the other cupping your jaw, he fucks you slowly, sensually. He makes it hard to stay quiet.

You face away from him, biting your bottom lip, breathing hard through your nose while your eyes shut tight and fingers grip onto the sheets where he can’t see. He groans softly when your walls clench around him, cursing under his breath from how tight and wet you are around his length, wishing you would say something, anything that will let him know you enjoy it as much as he does.

“Are you not feeling good, sweet girl? We can do something different, or we can stop. Whatever you want baby,” he whispers, kissing the soft skin of your ear, pulling your face towards him so his eyes can graze over your flushed face.

His low, rough morning voice mixed with the reassurance and doubt makes your stomach turn with guilt. You push against his abdomen, signaling for him to pull out, and when he does you flip onto your other side to face him.

“I was trying to stay mad about the ice cream Sugu. Why do you have to be so sweet sometimes,” you pout, looking up at him through your lashes with the biggest doe eyes you could muster.

He laughs softly, cupping your cheek and pulling your lips against his.

“Sorry for ruining your sulking, but don’t you think it can wait,” he says, tilting his head to the side in question, a smirk pulling on his lips as he gazes down at you.

Without saying anything more, you press closer to him, chest to chest, lifting one leg up over his before nudging his cock at your entrance once more. He slides in slowly, filling your pussy again, stretching your walls to accommodate his length. Groans rumble out from his chest, vibrating against your skin, and you let yourself moan out from the pleasure of him.

“There you are,” he whispers, placing a feather light kiss to your ear, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

His other hand splays on your lower belly, his thumb finding your clit with ease and moving to rub slow, tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Whimpers and whines pour from you now, not bothering to hold back any longer, letting your hips grind against his thumb and your nails dig into his arm.

“So g-good Sugu,” you whimper, moving your hips with his, meeting him at a new angle.

His cock brushes past your sweet spot, and you cry out in pleasure. Heat builds in your lower belly quickly. The feeling of your nipples dragging against his skin, peaking from the stimulation, mixing with his thumb rubbing your clit and cock thrusting against your sweet spot is enough to bring you so close to the edge.

“Gonna cum baby?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, pulling him closer, moving your hips with a frantic need, begging for it without having to say anything.

“Cum on my dick sweet girl. Let me feel you,” he says, voice low and thick with desire, his own orgasm sitting low, ready to snap like a spring coiled tight.

Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his cock as your walls pulse and flutter around him. You melt into his touch, giving yourself to him completely, letting him hear the moans and whimpers as a result of what he does to you.

“That i-it. Such a good girl,” he praises, watching your eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open ever so slightly, body twitching from the remnants of your orgasm.

His thumb slows on your clit when your body begins to jerk, trying to ride out your high as long as possible before letting himself reach his release. Thrusting continuously, groans and grunts fall from him, unashamedly as he savors the feeling of cum and slick coating his length.

Geto buries his face in your neck, hand moving to your hip, fucking into you at the same slow pace he has been maintaining this entire time. His hips begin to stutter, pace faltering, cock twitching deep inside of your pussy the closer he reaches his climax. With a few more thrusts, he’s burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan ripping through his chest.

“O-oh yes, feels so g-good.”

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, leaking out when there is no room left for more, creating a mess in between your thighs with shared cum as proof of pleasure. He thrusts in slower now, pushing his cum deeper, riding out his high, feeling your walls continue to pulse around him.

His body slumps against the mattress, wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling your body flush with his before covering you with the sheets. He places tiny kisses to your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and finally your soft lips.

“Do you still want to sulk?”

You roll your eyes, giggling softly, too tired now to do anything other than lay here with him.

“You already know the answer to that,” you reply, pretending to be annoyed.

“Of course I do.”

Kento Nanami

Nanami came home limping and bandaged, his eyes low from exhaustion, hair messy and suit dirty from work. His hands were on you the second he found you undressing for a shower. You sat on the sink counter, pulling off every last bandage, cursing him under your breath, irritation rising like bile in your throat.

It eventually ended up with his cock buried in your pussy, your chest pressed to the shower wall, Nanami’s hands low on your hips as he drills into you with the occasional hiss of aching muscles and open cuts.

Not a single sound comes from your lips, in fact, your mouth is closed in a tight thin line despite your want to moan. You are livid that your husband came home in this state, that he was even in a situation to warrant this in the first place. It isn’t his fault, you know that you shouldn’t be taking it out on him, but your mind is too clouded to be rational.

He notices, of course he does, he notices everything.

“Sorry if it’s not that good, baby. I’m just so tired...,” he says, barely above a whisper, his voice low and rough making it hard to hear over the water.

Your look over your shoulder, your gaze being met with an apologetic look on the handsome face of Nanami. Bringing one hand up, you cup his jaw, pulling his lips to yours. The kiss turns messy quickly, spit dripping from your mouth, groans falling from his, and his thrusts turn relentless.

You don’t bother with trying to be quiet.

“F-fuck, Ken. Feels so g-good,” you whine, pushing your ass back against him, his forehead resting against yours where your breath mingles in the shared space between.

One hand gripping the fat of your hip, his other slides down your body, lingering just below your belly button before finding your swollen, aching clit. He rubs tight, quick circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves, groaning when he feels your walls tighten around him from the stimulation, pounding into you harder with each moan, whimper, and whine.

“You sound so good when I make love to you,” he says, burying his face in your neck, kissing, licking, biting the soft, wet skin and leaving purple bruises behind in his wake.

Your pussy flutters around his length from his reverent praise, his words only making you moan more as they rumble out from his chest. His cock slides in, brushing past your sweet spot, nudging against your cervix and your walls clamp down tight. He pulls out, leaving only the tip in, and your walls do their best to suck him back in as if you never want him to leave.

“So wet and tight. You feel so g-good,” he groans, his grip growing tighter with each thrust, his hips rolling into yours at a frantic speed.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling up every last inch of your pussy, stretching you to accommodate his size as he leaves no space empty. Your hips grind against his finger, the angle changing with each glide, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again while your moans tear from your throat and bounce off the wet walls of the shower.

“So c-close, Kenny,” you whimper, pushing your ass back against him, looking to meet him with every thrust.

Your hands plant themselves on the tile while you look over your shoulder, taking in the sight of your husband pounding into you from behind. The muscles of his abdomen tense with every movement, his hand twitching with the need to touch your entire body, his face screwed into one of pleasure as he watches your pussy swallow his cock with ease.

It is enough to push you over the edge you walk the line of.

“Gonna c-cum, fuck,” you whine, shutting your eyes tight, mouth hanging open while obscene moans flood out with each and every slap of his skin against yours.

Your body becomes rigid, muscles growing taut as your hips drag across his fingers and his cock brushes past your sweet spot once more. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his cock, dripping onto the tile of the shower before being washed away.

“That’s i-it. So beautiful when you c-cum on me,” he stutters, drawing out your high for as long as possible before giving himself the same release.

His finger eases up on your clit when your body begins to twitch, his hips rolling in and out of you slower now while your pussy clamps down and pulses around his familiar length.

“I-inside Ken... want it inside,” you beg, eyes locking onto his, hand falling from the wall to grip onto his wrist instead.

“Yeah?”

You don’t even have to say anything else. With a few more thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt, his seed spilling out deep inside your pussy with a guttural groan ripping from his chest.

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood you, leaking out around his cock when there’s no room for more, sliding down the back of your thighs before the water has a chance to reach it. He pumps slowly through his orgasm, pushing him cum deeper, whimpering when your raw walls clench around his sensitive tip.

His body melts against yours, his heavy breathing and pounding heart being felt through your back, his skin scorching against yours. Hands sliding against your body, he worships you for everything you are, not missing a single each of your skin before sliding out of you.

No words are exchanged after, just silence as you clean the clotted wounds, and proof of pleasure from his skin, worshipping him in your own way even if you did curse him for the way he comes home majority of the time.

Hiromi Higuruma

Higuruma has been staying for overtime at the law firm every night for the past week, and it really irritated you that he let the other associates walk all over him. He comes home well into the night, eye bags a new staple to his look, tie loose around his neck while the rest of him looks disheveled.

Something about it got you going, but not enough to erase the irritation you felt this particular night.

You’re up on the kitchen counter, his hands on the back of either thigh while pushing your legs up, spreading them open to make room for him as his cock slams in and out of your pussy. Slick gushes from your entrance, getting the hem of his suit wet, and yet, no sounds fall from your lips.

Not a single one.

You do your best to feign indifference. Mouth drawn into a thin, tight line, eyes blank as they stare off just past him to distract yourself from the need to moan. Maybe it is cruel, but for a needy, irritated wife, you think it’s perfect.

He gazes up at you, tilting his head in question. Unfortunately for you, he knows all your tells. He can see you holding back, he can see the way you try to pretend like nothing he is doing is affecting you yet the second his eyes fall upon your face, your pussy is spasming around his length.

“So quiet... for what exactly,” he coos, not really asking a question, but simply letting you know he’s observing you like he always is.

His hand comes up to your face, fingers running along the length of your jaw, being oh-so-sweet before slapping you. It wasn’t too hard, hard enough to be a punishment, soft enough to be just the way you like it during sex, and you gasp as the sting of his hand burns through your skin.

Moans pour out from you after, whimper after whine after desperate moan. He rubs away the sting, his thrusts filling your body with pleasure, the pain meshing together until it turns into something sick and twisted that settles inside of you.

Your fingers grab onto his tie, pulling him closer, your legs pushing against your chest as he fucks you deeper, harder, faster just to pull the angelic sounds out of you.

“What do you need, baby? To cum? To cuss me out? Want me on my knees begging to fuck your pretty pussy?”

His words flow through you, rumbling out rough and low from his chest, vibrating against your skin and landing deep in the pool of heat bubbling in your lower belly. The skin of your knees rubs against your nipples, the fabric of his clothes brushing against your clit, his balls slapping against your ass as his pace turns punishing and relentless.

When you don’t answer, his hand slides down to your lower belly, teasing your sensitive skin before a sharp slap lands against your clit. You yelp out, tugging him closer, eyes landing on his as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment.

“Didn’t hear you.”

“Anything Romi, I n-need anything you’ll g-give me,” you plead, stuttering over your words, trying to rectify your mistake of not answering.

For a split second, guilt flashes in his eyes, anger churning in his stomach from the thought of his wife having to utter those words. He moves your legs to his shoulders, your hands gripping the edge of the counter now, and he places that same hand onto your clit forgivingly.

“I’m sorry baby... so s-sorry,” he groans, fucking you deeper, harder, apologizing for his absence in the rawest way possible.

He whispers his sorry’s over and over again, rolling his hips against you, sliding his cock in and out of you as if need consumes him. He kisses you passionately, swallowing your sounds of pleasure you previously withheld, humming when his greed is satisfied.

“So c-close, I’m s-so close,” you whine, hips squirming against the counter, rubbing against his fingers on your clit as your body begs to be giving its release.

“Cum on me. Let me make you feel good baby,” he pleads, denying himself of his pleasure until you have felt yours to the fullest.

His thrusts speed up, knocking against your cervix, brushing against your sweet spot when he angles his hips perfectly. His finger rubs your clit faster, matching the pace of his cock, taking a second to gather more slick to glide over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

His words sound like music to your ears, his whispered apologies and praises going straight to the throb in between your legs, encouraging you to let go. Your body becomes rigid, muscles drawing taut as your release tightens in your lower belly, ready to snap at any moment like a spring coiled tight.

“Fuck, f-fuck, cumming R-Romi,” you whimper, mouthing falling out with various sounds of pleasure, eyes shutting tight as black dots cloud your vision, ankles locking tight around his neck.

Squirt shoots out of you, wetting everything nearby. His expensive dry-cleaned suit, the floor, the counter, his skin. Every thrust of his cock pushes more and more out of you. It leaks down your folds, dripping onto his length, allowing him to dig deeper with little resistance.

“That’s it. Give it all t-to me,” he stutters, his hips stuttering along with him, pace faltering ever so slightly.

He fingers slow on your clit when your body begins to twitch with overstimulation. Speeding up, he chases his own high, eager to spill his release deep inside of you. Head falling back, grip turning punishing on our skin, sure to leave bruises in the morning, a guttural groan rumbles out from his chest as his climax peaks.

“Shit, gonna fill y-you up so m-much.”

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in everything he has to give, leaking back out when there’s no room for anything else. His cock twitches deep inside of you, tip leaking spurt after spurt of his seed. He pumps into you slower, pushing his cum deeper, wanting to keep as much inside of you as he could.

You wrap your arms around his neck when he slows to a stop, pulling him into you as he drops your legs from his shoulders. His body melts against yours, breath coming in ragged gasps, heart pounding against his chest. Burying his face in your neck, he kisses the soft skin, letting the both of you calm down and catch your breath.

“No more overtime Hiromi,” you say, voice serious again, irritation clearly displayed in your tone.

“No more overtime baby.”

Toji Fushiguro

Toji has been irritating you all day. He loves to push your buttons, get on your nerves, see how much you can take before he fucks the attitude out of you like nothing happened.

But today, you have had enough, and right when he slides his cock deep inside your pussy, you make no noise, not a single sound falls from your lips. You bite back a moan, but smirk into the pillow at the same time in satisfaction when his hips stutter for a split second from the absence of your sweet sounds of pleasure.

His hand pushes against your spine, arching your back to give him the perfect angle, his other hand gripping the fat of your hip to bring you back on his cock with each thrust. It’s hard not to moan when he’s impossibly large and much deeper than you think is possible, but you don’t, and you refuse to writhe in pleasure, or make any movements that would suggest you are enjoying it.

“Huh,” he scoffs, laughing quietly before slamming your hips against his, trying to pull out any little sound he could.

Your breath comes in short gasps, muffled against the pillow as you bite your bottom lip. His pace grows relentless and punishing, fucking into you harder, faster.

“Why’re you so quiet, huh,” he asks, bending over you, his chest to your back while he places rough kisses to the skin of your shoulder.

You lift your head from the pillow, trying not to make a single sound from his cock digging against your cervix at this angle, and turn to look over your shoulder.

“Just a little bored, that’s all,” you answer, knowing it would rile him up, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

He doesn’t reply. Grabbing a pillow from his side of the bed, he slides it under your hips, pushing your ass down to get you into prone bone with his cock still shoved deep inside of you. Sliding his hands down your side, his rough calloused fingers glide over your skin, sending shivers down your spine from how soft the touch is.

Toji pounds into you once, the angle hitting your sweet spot perfectly, the pressure on your cervix enough to make you cum on the spot. Your clit brushes against the smooth fabric of the pillowcase, your nipples dragging across the sheets, and you bite your bottom lip hard enough for the taste of metallic to flood your mouth.

“This is sooo boring,” he coos, and you can hear the smirk on his face through his words.

He plants his hands on either side of your head, fingers gripping onto the sheets, and soft groans rumbling out from his chest when your walls flutter around his length. You gaze up, finding him looking at your first, his eyes narrowing on your face where a single tear slides down your cheek.

He slams into you again, this time watching your face very closely. Your eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open, breathing ragged and rough around the edges from a suppressed moan and he hums in satisfaction.

“Cause my dick is just so boring, isn’t that right,” he says, voice low and rough, head tilting to the side in question.

When you don’t reply, his picks up his pace, drilling into you from behind. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim before pulling out again, but leaving no space inside of you empty for long. Tears stain your cheeks, drool dripping from your chin where it’s managed to leak out past your swollen lip.

“Let me hear you,” he growls, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust, one hand coming up to grip your hair so you can’t bury your face into the pillow.

His hold on your hair is painfully tight, and the second his cock brushes past your sweet spot all your pent-up sounds come flooding out.

“It’s too m-much Ji,” you whine, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other pushing against his lower abdomen in a silent beg for him to let up on your poor pussy.

“I thought it was boring,” he says, groaning softly when you push your ass back against him, meeting his every thrust.

“Too c-close,” you whimper, your clit dragging across the pillow, his cock stuffing you overwhelmingly full, your nipples pointed and so sensitive against the bed.

He smirks, pushing himself up and wrapping one hand around your neck. Hair tangled in his fingers, airway cut off just enough to make it pleasurable, he pounds into you over and over again. The force of his thrusts knocks the breath out of your lungs, your whimpers and whines coming out as gasps with his name laced into them.

“Go ahead then, cum on my boring dick.”

Your hips rock against the pillow, desperately trying to find the friction your swollen, aching clit needs so badly while pushing your ass back to let Toji sink himself deeper in your pussy. He groans out, the sound vibrating through your body, his fingers feel electric on your skin.

“Cum, or I’ll stop,” he says through grit teeth, his fingers on your neck tightening from each thrust he gives.

His rough voice sounds like music to your ears, landing deep in the pool of heat in your lower belly, pushing you over the edge.

Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out on his length, your walls pulsing and fluttering with each slam of his hips against yours while he draws out your high for as long as possible. Your clit throbs with overstimulation, your body weak and tired, incoherent words mixing with the moans pouring from your mouth repeatedly.

“That’s i-it,” he stutters, pace faltering the closer he reaches his own climax.

“In me, p-please Ji,” you beg, nails digging into the skin of his abdomen, the fat of your ass bouncing against his skin with each aggressive thrust.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up, make you all mine, let everyone see you big and round because of me,” he asks, groaning from the thought, only fucking you deeper to make sure his seed takes.

“Y-yes, please,” you whine, squirming your hips in overstimulation and need all at the same time.

With a few more thrusts he buries himself to the hilt, a guttural groan ripping through his chest, echoing off the walls of the bedroom. The bed creaks and shakes, the headboard slamming against the wall again and again, his grip punishing against your skin and lights sparks on your every nerve.

“F-fuck, gonna c-cum so deep in y-you,” he grunts out.

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, his cock twitching deep inside of you while spurt after spurt fills you. It leaks out when there’s no more room left, dripping onto the sheets below, mixing with your own cum. He pumps into you slower now, grip not letting up, trying to stuff his release as deep as he can.

“Take it a-all," he growls, his pace only picking up speed, the sound of his cum squelching in and out of your pussy enough to keep him hard for many more rounds.

Ryomen Sukuna

In your drunken state, you decided that Sukuna was crazy for wanting to leave when you were clearly having such a good time at the bar. He asked you nicely multiple times, trying to convince you that it was past time to leave, but when you turned bratty and argumentative, he had enough.

He grabs your wrist and drags you out of the bar without looking back once. You spew nonsense at him while walking to his car, spewing even more when he unlocks it and opens the back door to push you inside, and you don’t stop even when he hikes your skirt up and pulls your panties to the side.

“Sukuna, why won’t you listen to me,” you pout, hands pressed against the leather seats, ass up in the air while your head is turned over your shoulder to watch him.

He says nothing, unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down, and stroking his cock a few times before lining himself up at your entrance.

If he doesn’t want to hear it from you, then you refuse to make a single sound when he shoves his cock into your pussy.

He bottoms out, nudging against your cervix, rubbing against your sweet spot with a low groan. His hand slides down your back, right against your spine and he pushes down hard to arch you just the way he likes. Moving one hand to the back of your head, he keeps you still while his other hand grips at the fat of your ass. He pulls your cheeks apart, looking at the way your slick pours out around him, at the way your pussy swallows him whole with no complaints.

You bite back a moan when your nipples peak against the fabric of your shirt dragging along the warm seats, his balls pressed tight against your clit, his cock buried so deep inside you it feels as if he could split you in two. No matter how much you want to cry out for him, you don’t, and you don’t show any signs of enjoyment whatsoever out of spite.

The fact that you didn’t moan with him doesn’t register yet, in fact, he doesn’t realize you’re not making any sound until he begins to thrust, and the familiar sounds of pleasure don’t ring out. He tilts his head to the side in question but says nothing, deciding that you must want him to fuck you harder.

His hips snap against yours, quick and sharp, relentless and punishing all at once while rough groans rumble out from his chest. Balls slapping against your swollen, aching clit, bottom lip sucked into your mouth to prevent a slip in whimpers, your eyes shut tight, trying to focus on this fun punishment.

Your silence eggs him on, encouraging him to do whatever it takes for you to crack. He lifts one leg up, tilting your hips to give him the perfect angle, moving both hands to your hips to get in position.

With a single thrust your entire composure slips. A choked moan rips from your throat as he hits your sweet spot and cervix in one go, slamming himself inside of you hard enough to shake the entire car. You cry out, tears welling up in your eyes from the pleasurable pain running through you while he immediately thrusts out to soothe the ache.

“K-Kuna! Too m-much... i-it’s too much,” you whine, trying to run from him, but he pulls you back on his cock before you can go too far.

“There’s my bratty girl. Took you long enough,” he coos, the smirk on his face present in his tone.

He drills into you, over and over again, not letting up for a single second. His hand comes down fast, striking against your ass, the soft skin rippling and burning from the touch. Watching a handprint form, he rubs his fingers over the sensitive area, turning the pain into pleasure before slapping your ass again.

“Fucking dirty slut, thought you could get away with this and being bratty,” he asks, fucking into you deeper, harder, relishing the way your breathing comes in short gasps, and you whimper every time his balls hit your clit.

Your mouth hangs open slightly, drool dripping from your chin, eyes shut tight while incoherent words mix with your sounds of pleasure. Your head is too dazed to find the right words to answer his question.

“S-so close K-Kuna, please,” you beg, pushing your ass back onto him, meeting him for every thrust the closer you get to your climax.

His thrusts slow immediately, your orgasm fading away as quickly as it crept up, and you cry out, tears staining your cheeks in frustration.

“Kunaaa,” you whine, trying to fuck yourself on his cock, but his hands grip your hips incredibly tight to keep you still.

“You didn’t answer my question, so why should I let you cum?”

“I’m s-sorry, please let me c-cum,” you plead, your words coming out as a choked sob.

He groans, low and rough around the edges, thrusting unintentionally hard into you. Listening to your begs, his cock leaks precum while nestled against your cervix, and he pulls his cock all the way out before sliding it back into your warm and wet walls.

“Crying for my dick, how disgusting,” he says, barely above a whisper, his cock twitching inside of you from the sound alone.

He leans down, burying his cock impossibly deep, his hand coming up to cup your jaw. Watching the tears run down your face, he thrusts against, the pace picking up exactly where he left off.

The second your mouth opens he slots two fingers in, and you waste no time before sucking on them. You gaze up at him, eyes red with tears, cheeks stained, drool leaking out around him, and he’s so close to spilling inside of you that he’s begging you to cum.

“Cum on my dick then. Be a good girl, yeah?”

You nod your head frantically, pushing yourself back on his dick, fucking yourself over and over again. His balls slap against your clit, goosebumps lining your skin, your nipples dragging across the seat, all of it stimulates you more than enough to have you cumming instantly.

You hum around his fingers as cum gushes from your entrance, your movements turning sloppy, your sucking ceasing the more you get lost in your orgasm. He groans from the sight: his girl so drunk on his cock after fucking herself until she's shaking with pleasure.

The thought alone has him cumming alongside you with a guttural groan ripping out from his chest.

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, mixing with your own release as your pulsing, clenching walls milk him dry. His hips slow, fucking into you almost as if it’s an apology, drawing out the shared high for as long as possible until your body is trembling and twitching underneath him.

You slump against the seats, heavy breathing, heart pounding out of your chest, mumbling words that make no sense.

“When we get home can we fuck again, Kuna?”

He laughs softly, running one hand down the length of your back, caressing your skin with calloused fingers in contrast to that way he just fucked you.

“Of course, baby.”

Choso Kamo

You thought it would be funny to joke around with Choso, to pretend like the sex wasn’t good enough to have you moaning, but you immediately regretted it.

You’re fully seated on his lap, cock buried to the hilt, in reverse cowgirl while he is laying back against the plush pillows. Slowly, you slide up his length, and drop back down, biting your bottom lip to muffle the moans begging to fall free while your fingers grip onto the sheets in between his legs. His hands grip onto your hips, not guiding, but following you wherever you go.

“Feels so g-good,” he whines out, throwing his head back in pleasure, unable to contain himself when it comes to you.

Whimpers fall from him, from the way your walls grip his length, the way they flutter with every sound falling from him, the way he can see your pussy sucking him in every single time you pull up. He doesn’t miss the fact that you’re not moaning, actually, when you sit back down, he keeps you there, holding you steady in his lap.

“Baby...?”

“Yeah Cho,” you answer, looking over your shoulder just to find his face etched in worry.

“Am I... doing something wrong? Does it not feel good enough for you? Do you want to stop?”

The sight breaks your heart, and you feel so guilty for even thinking about pulling this joke on him. You know his mind is running a mile a minute. You slide his cock out of you, a soft whimper falling from him when your warm walls graze over his sensitive tip, and you straddle his lap, facing him instead.

“Like this instead,” he asks, already bending his knees to plant both feet on the bed, giving him a better advantage to thrust into you while placing both hands on your hips again.

“No Cho, I was just-”

You’re cut off by an obscene moan falling from your lips when his hips roll into yours, his cock bottoming out against your cervix, twitching against your sweet spot relentlessly from the sounds of your honey sweet pleasure.

“Is this better?”

He slides one hand down from your waist to your ass, his other sliding up the length of your back, splaying over the back of your head before pushing your body against his. Your nipples peak against his skin, your arms wrap around his neck, burying your face in the crook between his shoulder where your breath ghosts over his skin.

“So g-good,” you whine, pressing kiss after kiss to his neck, wet and open mouthed, your tongue tasting the sweet and salty mix of him.

He thrusts a little harder, determined to make you feel good, to redeem himself after thinking he was failing to. His fingers dig into the plush skin of your ass, the others tangling into your hair as his cock slides in and out of your sopping wet pussy.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim and pulling back out over and over again. He never leaves you empty for too long, and it leaves you whining and moaning against his skin.

“You feel so good around me. So tight and warm,” he praises, thrusting into you at a steady pace, making sure to hit your sweet spot each and every time.

His body burns against yours and your chest rests against his, nipples dragging across his rough skin, lips lingering on every inch of space you could find. Along his jaw, down his neck, his shoulder where your teeth graze and goosebumps are left in your wake.

The hand on your head moves to reach in between the two of you, wasting no time in finding your clit and drawing tight, slow circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body trembles against his, legs weak with pleasure, hips grinding against him to meet his every thrust.

“Cho, b-baby, I’m so c-close,” you stutter, movements becoming more frantic, need coursing through your body faster than you can manage.

“I know, I know s-sweet girl. I’ll make you feel g-good,” he assures, thrusting faster, harder, deeper inside of your pussy.

Precum leaks out of his tip, slick drips down his length, the slick sounds of sex mixing with skin slapping together fill the expanse of the room.

Your eyes roll back the closer you get to your climax, his pace steadily increasing, your mouth hanging open while moans pour out of you. Drool drips from your chin, your breath comes in short gasps, your body becomes rigid, your muscles drawing taut the more his cock digs into you.

“F-fuck, I’m c-cumming,” you manage to get out before you vision goes hazy with pleasure.

Your teeth sink into his skin, overwhelmed by the feelings rushing through you, and he groans from the pleasurable pain. Cum gushes from your entrance, dripping down his skin and pooling onto the sheets while your pussy pulses and clenches around his cock.

He guides you through it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, softening his thrusts and circles on your clit to draw out your high as long as possible before letting himself feel the same release.

“Always so g-good to me,” he whispers, his hips stuttering, pace faltering the closer he gets to his sweet climax.

With a few more thrusts he buries himself to the hilt, whimpering ‘thank you’s’ and your name over and over again as if you are his mantra. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your entrance, coating your walls, leaking out when there’s no more room for him left inside of you, and only then does his thrusts cease.

His hands slide down your spine, caressing your skin as he places kiss after kiss to your body, worshipping you for all that you are. You lick over the deep bite mark, silently apologizing, but you don’t miss the marks already there that have been fading for the last few nights.

“It was only a joke Cho,” you say breathlessly, resting your head on his chest, catching your breath from your intense orgasm.

“A joke?”

“I was purposefully not making any sound to see how you would react. I’m sorry baby,” you whisper, placing a feather light kiss to his lips, pulling back to gaze at him.

“I didn’t like that joke,” he pouts, kissing you again, deeper this time but soft, nonetheless.

“Promise I won’t do it again.”

│Masterlist│

you can feel him smiling into your skin, but your silence makes him falter. he withdraws his hand, "talk to me, doll."

"it's—it's just that," you stutter, shrinking in on yourself from embarrassment. his gaze is so intense that you make him look in another direction. "stop looking at me like that!"

he laughs, turning his head so he's able to kiss your hand, his gaze meeting yours once again.

"um, well.. i'm scared that if you finger me or whatever i'll... squirt." you mutter out that very last word so quietly he almost misses it.

he looks at you incredulously, "what? squirt?"

"yes! it's embarrassing okay!" you exclaim, hands coming up to hide your face. "my ex fingered me before he tried to put it in and when he saw me squirt, he said it was disgusting and didn't wanna sleep with me anymore!"

"he what?" toji gapes, irritation bubbling in his voice. he always hated that guy. in fact, when you guys broke up, toji was in a good mood for an entire week—not that he'd ever tell you that, though.

he gets off the bed and you feel your heart drop because you think he's leaving.

"yeah, so—toji! what are you doing?!" you yelp when he drags you to the edge of the bed. you look down at him like he's crazy. there's a feral look in his gaze, like he's getting ready to devour you.

"what does it look like?" he deadpans, "'m gonna eat your pussy."

you scramble to try and pull yourself up the bed, but he grips your thighs so you stay put.

"you know your word, baby." he reminds, not even looking at your face as he takes two fingers to part your slit, groaning at how wet you are.

first lick has your entire body tensing. he's disgusting with it, long tongue covering your whole pussy. he kisses and sucks at your clit, feeling his boxers grow damper at the sound of your moans.

"oh my god—okay! you don't have to—mmmphhhh!" he starts adding more pressure with each lick, and you don't even realize he's sneaking a hand closer to your leaky cunt.

you squeal when he slides a finger past your gummy walls, legs kicking out as you thrash on the bed. back arched, you fist the sheets underneath you as toji's finger prods at your insides, his tongue still relentless on your poor clit, alternating between flicking and sucking.

"pussy so fucking good, baby." he groans against your cunt, "can't believe you tried to keep me away from this."

"i—i just—" his hand comes down on the side of your thigh. it's not painful, just a warning.

"i don't wanna hear your excuses. i want you to cum, baby." he slurps at your clit, "'n it better be messy f'me."

you shake your head, "toji, i can't—oh my god, 'm gonna cum, please.. please."

you don't know if you're begging him to stop or keep going, but toji decides for you when he hooks his fingers up and presses against a spongy spot hidden inside your soaked pussy.

eyes widening, your whole body goes rigid and it's like toji's won the lottery. his eyes gleam with fervour as he hears your moans get louder and feels your cunt sporadically clenching down on him.

concentrated, he keeps his pace steady, needing you to fall over the edge for him.

"'m cumming!" you gasp, squealing as squirt gushes from your cunt, pushing his fingers out. some of it gets on his face, but he pays no mind as he starts to rub your clit, watching with awe as your squirt splashes around.

you're practically shouting as he hurls you into another orgasm, two mischievous fingers finding their way back inside as he makes you ride out your climax.

your hands come down on the bed, fists banging against it as you're overwhelmed with pleasure. toji watches as you writhe from how good he's making you feel, his fingers slipping out of your cunt and shamelessly popping them into his mouth.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" panting, you try to push him away with your foot.

"that was so sexy, doll." he grins ear to ear, redirecting your foot to sit on his shoulder, his head turning to kiss your calf. "can't believe you've been holding out on me."

your body twitches involuntarily and he chuckles. "damn i can't wait to make you squirt on this dick."

The door hadn't even clicked shut behind you before Toji's hand wrapped around your wrist, spinning you back against the wood with a force that knocked the air from your lungs.

His body pressed into yours, solid and unyielding, pinning you in place as his dark eyes swept over you with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

“You're fucking reckless,” he growled, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk. “Running headfirst into a setup like that. What the hell were you thinking?”

You opened your mouth to snap back—some defensive retort about saving his ass, about the three men you had taken down while he was busy with the main target, but the words died in your throat when his hand slid up to grip your jaw.

His thumb pressed against your bottom lip, calloused and warm, and the fight drained out of you as quickly as it had flared up.

“I asked you a question.” His tone didn't change, but something shifted in his eyes.

Darker.

Hungrier.

“What were you thinking, throwing yourself into danger like that?”

“That you needed backup,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper. “That I wasn't going to let you—”

“Let me?”

A harsh laugh escaped him, but there was no humor in it.

His grip on your jaw tightened fractionally, forcing your chin up until you were baring your throat to him like prey submitting to a predator.

“Baby, I've been handling shit like this since before you were born. I don't need you playing the hero.”

The words should have stung.

Instead, they sent a bolt of heat straight to your core, pooling low in your belly and spreading outward like wildfire. You hated how easily he could do this to you—reduce you to a trembling mess with nothing but his voice and his hands.

“Toji—”

“Shut up.”

His mouth crashed into yours, and there was nothing gentle about it. It was all teeth and tongue and the metallic tang of blood—whose, you couldn't tell anymore.

His hands found your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and you moaned into his mouth as he ground his growing hardness against your thigh.

“You know what we started... don't run from it...”

Toji pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his forehead pressed against yours. His breath came heavy and hot, fanning across your spit-slick lips.

“You want to know what I thought when I saw you charging into that warehouse like you had a death wish?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

“I thought about bending you over the nearest surface and fucking the stupid out of you until you remembered your place.” He said it so casually, like he was discussing the weather. “Thought about making you scream my name so loud those bastards would hear exactly who you belong to.”

Heat flooded your cheeks, but you didn't look away.

“Then do it.”

His eyes flashed, something dark and predatory flickering in their depths.

“Oh, I plan to. But first, I'm going to make sure you understand exactly what happens when you pull shit like that.”

Before you could respond, he had you spun around, face pressed against the door, his body molding against your back.

His hand came down on your ass with a sharp crack that echoed through the apartment, and you gasped, fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth wood.

“Count.”

“One.”

Another slap, harder this time, right on the curve where your ass met your thigh.

“Two.”

“Three...”

Your voice wavered as he delivered the next blow, and the next, each one sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your body.

By the time he reached ten, you were trembling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, your core aching and empty.

He pulled you upright, one arm banded across your chest, the other hand sliding down your stomach to press against the damp heat between your legs.

“Look at that,” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and teasing. “Soaking through your pants and I've barely touched you. You like being punished, don't you?”

“No...” you whimpered, even as your hips bucked into his hand.

“Liar.” He bit down on your earlobe, hard enough to make you yelp. “But that's okay. I like breaking liars.”

He stripped you with practiced efficiency—your top torn open, buttons scattering across the hardwood floor, your pants pooling around your ankles, your panties following a moment later.

He left you in nothing but your bra, exposed and vulnerable, before stepping back to admire his work.

“Turn around.”

You obeyed, slowly, deliberately, giving him time to drink in every inch of you.

His gaze was a physical thing, dragging across your skin like rough hands, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

When your eyes met his, you saw raw hunger there, barely leashed.

“Sit on the bed.”

You walked backward until your knees hit the edge of the mattress, then sank down onto the rumpled sheets. Toji approached, still fully clothed, towering over you.

“I know what you like... I'll give it to you...”

“You know what I want to hear.” It wasn't a question.

His hands went to his belt, working the buckle loose with deliberate slowness. “Say it, and I'll give you what you need.”

Your mouth went dry.

You'd thought about it—dreamed about it, but saying it out loud felt like crossing a line you couldn't uncross. Still, the ache between your legs was unbearable, and the way he was looking at you promised exactly the kind of ruin you craved.

“Please,” you breathed, not even sure what you were asking for anymore.

“That's not it.”

His pants dropped, and your breath caught at the sight of his cock, thick and heavy, already hard and leaking at the tip. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, stroking once, twice, a glistening bead of precum appearing at the head.

“Try again.”

“Daddy...”

The word slipped out before you could stop it, quiet and shaky, but it landed like a bomb. Toji's eyes went dark, his jaw tightening, his grip on his cock turning white-knuckled.

“Louder.”

“Daddy.” This time it came stronger, surer, the taste of it sweet on your tongue. “Please, Daddy... I need you.”

He was on you before the last syllable left your lips, pushing you back onto the mattress, covering your body with his.

The weight of him pressed you into the sheets, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him impossibly close.

“You're going to be the death of me,” he muttered against your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point. “Do you know that? Running into danger, making me worry, looking at me with those fucking eyes like you know exactly what you do to me.”

“Then show me...” you gasped as his mouth found your nipple, tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. “Show me what I do to you.”

He obliged.

His mouth worked its way down your body, leaving a trail of bites and bruises in its wake, marking you as his in the most primal way possible. By the time he settled between your thighs, you were a trembling mess, fingers twisted in his hair, begging without words.

He looked up at you, his lips inches from your core, his breath hot against your slick flesh.

“You're so wet for me, sweetheart. So fucking perfect.” He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, inching closer but never quite reaching where you needed him most. “What do you want?”

“You...” you whimpered. “Please, Daddy, I need your mouth, need you to—”

He gave you exactly what you asked for.

His tongue swept through your folds, broad and flat, collecting your arousal like it was a delicacy.

The moan that escaped him vibrated against your clit, and you cried out, back arching off the bed. He worked you with practiced skill—flicking, circling, sucking, driving you higher and higher until you were teetering on the edge of release.

“Cum for me,” he commanded, and you shattered.

“Ngh... Fuck...”

The orgasm ripped through you, wave after wave of pleasure that left you gasping and shaking.

He didn't stop, didn't let up, licking you through every aftershock until you were oversensitive and whimpering, trying to squirm away from his relentless mouth.

He crawled up your body, his cock pressing against your slick entrance, the head teasing your opening.

“You ready for more, doll, hm?”

“Yes...” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes, Daddy, please—”

He thrust into you in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt, and the stretch was exquisite. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

“Ahh! Shit... Toji...”

He was everywhere—filling you, surrounding you, consuming you.

“Look at me.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, borderline black, and the intensity there stole your breath.

“You're mine,” he said, voice low and rough. “Say it.”

“Mhm... I'm yours...”

“And whose good girl are you?”

“Yours...”

Your voice cracked on the word. “Daddy's good girl...”

He rewarded you with a kiss that was almost tender, his tongue sliding against yours as he began to move. The rhythm he set was slow at first, deep and deliberate, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.

The sounds of your joining—the wet slide of skin against skin, the creak of the bed frame, your shared gasps and moans. Toji's hand found your throat, pressing lightly, not enough to cut off air but enough to remind you who was in control.

“Fuck—ngh... Daddy...”

“Shit—you feel so fucking good...” he growled, picking up the pace. “Tight little pussy gripping me like you never want me to leave.”

“Don't want—ahh!” you managed, voice strangled. “Don't ever... leave, please...”

His hips snapped forward, harder, faster, chasing both your releases with single-minded determination.

The hand on your throat tightened fractionally, and your vision swam, pleasure and lack of oxygen combining into something transcendent.

“That's it, baby...” he praised, his brow furrowed with concentration. “Taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

The words washed over you like warm honey, and you felt yourself climbing toward another peak. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.

“Come on, baby...” he coaxed, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Give me another one. Let me feel you cum on my cock.”

His thumb found your clit, pressing tight circles that sent lightning bolts of pleasure through your system. You shattered again, harder than before, your walls clenching around him as you cried out his name—no, not his name.

“Ngh—daddy!”

He followed you over the edge with a guttural roar, burying himself as deep as he could go as he spilled inside you, hot and thick. His body shuddered above you, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing hard and tangled together.

Minutes passed or hours, you couldn't tell.

The sound of your heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Toji pulled out carefully, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his arms.

“You're not allowed to do that again,” he murmured against your hair.

“Do what?”

“Scare me like that.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, surprisingly gentle for a man who'd just fucked you into the mattress.

“I'm too old for that shit.”

You laughed, the sound soft and breathless. “You're not old.”

“I'm old enough to be your—” He paused, and you felt him smile against your skin. “Well. You know.”

“Daddy?” you teased, and he groaned.

“You're going to be insufferable now, aren't you?”

“Absolutely.”

He tightened his arms around you, pulling you closer, and you let yourself sink into his warmth.

Outside, the city hummed with nighttime energy, but in here, in this moment, there was only the two of you.

“Hey, Toji?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m yours. Completely.”

The admission felt dangerously fragile against the raw intensity of the last hour.

Toji didn’t move.

He didn’t even blink.

The silence stretched, vibrating with a tension that made your heart stutter against your ribs as he looked down at you with those cold, calculating eyes.

Then, his hand found yours.

He didn't just hold it; he pinned your wrist back against the pillow, his fingers interlacing with yours in a grip that was possessive and unyielding.

He leaned in, but he didn't go for your lips.

He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead, his stubble grazing your skin like a brand.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that settled deep in your bones. “I know, baby. I know.”

He shifted, his weight a grounding pressure as he hovered over you, eyes dark with a lesson he wasn't finished teaching. He nipped at the shell of your ear, his breath hitching just slightly as he reminded you exactly who was in control.

“You’ve been doing a lot of talking, but if you really mean what you say, you better be ready to say it and prove it when I get started.”

Still, the drinks aren’t too expensive, and you’re happy to go out with the girls from work. You’ve heard them talk about hitting happy hour a couple of times now, and it gives you a warm glow to be included.

“A round of shots, then,” one of them smiles conspiratorially. “Pouring one out for Mina, who just got written up, and for Miss Long-Face over there,” she adds, gesturing to you. “Who’s in a fight with her boyfriend.”

They all look at you sympathetically. You bite your tongue to keep your lips from twisting. “Two for me, then.”

They laugh; you get another flare from that. It dies quickly. It’s true, you are in a fight with Sukuna.

“What are we drinking, then?” one of the girls asks you.

“Tequila,” you say instantly. You like the salt and lime, the little ceremony.

“My kinda woman,” she agrees, and puts the order in.

“So what’s going on?” another asks with concern. 

Right. You were so upset at work this morning that one of the girls had pulled you aside to ask what was wrong. You gave the short answer: fight with boyfriend.

All of them look at you, worried, ready to be the shoulder to cry on. You grimace. “It’s, uh—”

It’s hard to explain, especially because you know that once you try, they’ll look at you like you’re crazy. Why are you in a fight with Sukuna?

You told him you would cook last night, salmon, potatoes, veg. You asked him, very nicely, if he could get groceries, and reminded him of the stuff you needed. He said he would pick up groceries.

Your text definitely said ‘salmon.’ You told him you were making salmon, you went back and checked. And when Sukuna came home with no damn salmon, you had a meltdown.

“Tch. You didn’t tell me to get salmon,” he said irritably, as you rifled frantically through the shopping bags. “You listed a bunch of other stuff.”

He was still in his work clothes; button up shirt, slacks, dress shoes. Just setting his car keys down, coat barely on the hook. “I told you I was making salmon!” you nearly screamed. “Obviously, we need salmon if I’m going to fucking cook it!”

Sukuna sucked his teeth. “Should’ve told me to get it then.” He glared at you. “I’m not a mind reader.”

It spiraled from there.

You can’t meet the girls’ eyes. It’s hard to explain. And you’re not sure you want to, because as soon as you tell them what Sukuna did, they’ll throw around words like “gaslighting” and “weaponized incompetence.” You don’t want them thinking of Sukuna like that, you know he wasn’t doing it on purpose. When he gets stressed, Sukuna needs things laid out for him; comes home angry and grumbling and unable to think in patterns that seem so easy for everybody else. You know he’s been stressed at work, it’s not like—it’s not like this came out of nowhere.

But you’ve been stressed at work, too. It’s because you keep doing well, and they keep giving you these fucking client meetings that you are just ass at. Yeah, you do okay, but that’s because you spend hours preparing for them, brainstorming every single thing a client might say and what you should say and what you should emphasize and what you should follow up with—

Lists upon lists. Bullet points of contingency plans for anything the client might throw at you. 

It’s exhausting. And they keep giving you more, and then you come home and Sukuna says something like “I didn’t know you meant salmon when you said salmon” and you have to struggle not to light the place on fire. 

You’ve been with Sukuna for years. Normally you can handle it when he pulls shit like this, you even write him a list to begin with. But after work yesterday—

Ugh. You don’t want to think about that.

The girls are still looking at you. You’re about to spit out some bullshit when the waiter interrupts, handing out shot glasses and little dishes of salt and lime. You perk up, excitedly licking the back of your hand and pasting a bit of salt below your thumb.

“Ready?” you ask, shot in one hand, lime in the other.

“Is it lime, drink, then salt?” someone asks.

“Salt, drink, lime,” you say quickly. “The lime is the chaser,” you add.

The girls nod, holding their shots up. “Cheers!”

Clink. Salt on your tongue, liquor down your throat, lime between your teeth. You shudder, slamming the glass down on the table. A girl grins, raising her eyebrows. “You want another? I got an extra.” She smirks.

“Give it here.” The girls whoop as you repeat the process; salt, liquor, lime. Feels just as good as the last; you get the comforting feeling of having ticked items off a to do list.

“So,” one of them says as you wipe your mouth. “What happened that made you take two shots?”

You wince. “I, uh—” you won’t say anything bad about Sukuna, but you’re more than willing to trash yourself. “An argument. About groceries. I said—I said some really nasty shit.”

You tuck your chin into your chest. You did, you said vile things to Sukuna. Said he doesn’t know how to take care of you, that he was too difficult to deal with, that you should just give up on him…

Bad shit. Mean, mean to be mean. You’re not proud of it.

“Aw, honey.” A girl shakes her head sympathetically. “Did you apologize?”

Your hand jumps to the table, fiddling with the paper napkin. “Uh, kind of? I’m not—not great at apologizing…”

Terrible, really. Not because you don’t want to, because…because you were so fucking mean. What can you even say after that? You yelled at Sukuna, realized immediately that you fucked up and…ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

And stayed there. You slept in the bathtub.

It wasn’t—you weren’t crazy all the way down. You felt bad about not cooking, so you ordered Sukuna takeout, shouted through the door that it was on its way, and ignored his on and off yelling and hammering for the next six hours.

Not—not your finest work.

The girls are looking at you expectantly. You can’t just tell them you’re an insane bitch who hides in the bathroom to avoid apologizing.

You avoid your actions altogether. “I…I kind of just…went silent. Didn’t talk to him.” Your head droops. Why would Sukuna want to see you, anyway? You had been such a fucking bitch, he probably wanted the space.

“Hm.” A girl nods. “Ran away, then.”

Cut right to the core. You grimace. “…yeah.”

An awkward pause circles the table. You pick up your glass of water and try to disappear behind it.

“Don’t worry,” one of them says reassuringly. “I’m ass at apologizing, too, it’s hard. Even when I want to, it’s,” she makes a face. “Never seem to do it right.”

You smile at her gratefully. That was a really nice thing to hear.

“When did you last talk to him?” someone asks.

You suck your teeth. “Last night.”

“Oh, that’s not so bad, I’ve had fights that lasted days,” she says.

You wince. “Yeah, I know, but…” but you and Sukuna aren’t the type to go on like this. You’re too anxious, and he’s too brash and pragmatic. He likes to handle this shit immediately, and you’re grateful to follow his lead.

Of course, he hasn’t had the chance to force a resolution. Because you hid from him.

“Still sucks, though,” she offers. 

“Yeah,” you agree quietly.

Another moment of silence. You realize they’re waiting for you to spill your guts.

You…ugh.

“Did he say anything bad?” one of them asks finally.

You swallow past a lump in your throat. Yeah, Sukuna did. “He said I don’t care about him, that I act like I don’t care about him,” you whisper. “That if I don’t know how to live with him, maybe we shouldn’t be together.”

The girls all gasp indignantly. “That bastard,” one of them seethes.

You smile wetly. “Thanks.” The girl next to you reaches over to rub your shoulder comfortingly. You flinch on reflex, then force yourself to lean into her lightly.

“Want another shot?” someone offers.

“No, thanks.” You’ve had enough.

A pause, and you don’t say anything to clear it. Another awkward moment. Christ, you are bad at this.

The girls ask you a few more questions, but you give non-answers. It’s—you don’t know what to say to them. You don’t want to make yourself too sympathetic, but you don’t want to come off as heinous, either. And you don’t want them to think of Sukuna as cold. Robotic. You—you wouldn’t do that to him.

Too many mines to step on, so you keep silent, fiddling with the strap of your bag. Tactfully, the girls move on, politely leaving you to stew uncomfortably as they talk about office drama. It’s not intentional. And it isn’t—it’s not mean, you’ve learned that it rarely is. They’re not trying to be nasty; one of them keeps looking over at you, worried. It’s just—you don’t know how to—

Ugh. It’s like they’re speaking another language. 

The minutes tick on. The conversation, it’s—it’s a fucking maze, with no entrance point. You know they mean well, but maybe coming here was a bad idea. You’re—you’re not built for shit like this.

Then you feel his eyes on you.

From—somewhere in the room. You’re two drinks deep and too miserable to check, but, from somewhere across this wretched bar, Sukuna’s watching you.

He’s here. Part of you relaxes. You exhale. His gaze settles like a weighted blanket, all slow heat and easy heaviness. Comforting, like the alcohol should be but isn’t. 

You bite your lip. Should—should you go over to him? Does he want to see you? Probably, he dragged his ass all the way over here, but maybe, maybe he’s just cooling off after a long day. Or maybe he’s going out with his work friends, or—

You can’t do this. Abruptly, you begin to gather your shit. His gaze feels too good, you want desperately to be in his space.

“You’re leaving?” a girl asks in surprise.

“Yeah,” you mutter. “My, uh, my boyfriend’s, um—”

You turn your head this way and that, finally spying him at the end of the bar. “My boyfriend’s over there.”

“That’s him?” she asks. “How did he know you were here?”

Suspicious, protectively so. You flash her an appreciative grin. “We have each other’s locations, it’s okay.” You throw your wallet and your phone into your bag. “Think we’re gonna kiss and make up.” Or at least you hope so.

“Atta girl,” one of them says. Then—

“Face tats?” She wears a knowing smile.

You nod cautiously. She immediately backpedals. “I wasn’t trying to—I’m sorry if that came out weird.” She holds her hands out in front of her, placating. “I just—they’re so rare.”

You grin, genuine. “Yeah, no worries, they’re pretty cool.”

“Why’d he get them?” she asks with interest.

You shrug, grabbing your coat. “‘Cause he could.”

Standing up, you glance around the table, trying to make eye contact with everyone. “Listen, uh, this was really great. Thank you guys,” you give a grateful smile. “It was uh, really nice of you.”

“Of course!” 

“Don’t worry about it!” 

“Anything for our girl!”

It kind of makes you want to cry. You clear your throat. “Let me—let me know how much I owe you.”

The girls scoff, and one of them waves you off. “Don’t even joke. You’ll pay us back when one of our boyfriends is stupid.”

“And it’s gonna be Jenny’s girlfriend,” you say impishly.

“And it’s gonna be Jenna’s girlfriend!” they all repeat with a laugh. “Go on, before your man shits himself.”

You look over your shoulder. Sukuna’s not looking at you, but he’s got that weird, concentrated face he wears when—

Okay, yeah. You see why they say that.

“See you tomorrow,” you say softly, then make your way over to him.

The space is tight, close. Too many tables and spindly wooden chairs crowded together. You take a zig zag path, stepping awkwardly around people, doubling back when you hit a dead end or when your coat snags. 

It’s painstaking and stupid. You catch Sukuna’s gaze for the first time that night. His lips quirk; he raises an eyebrow.

You scowl at him. He flashes his teeth.

Rolling your eyes, you look down and focus on not spraining your ankle, or knocking anyone’s chair out from under them. By the time you actually reach Sukuna, the weight of the argument presses heavy, like a yoke around your neck.

It crushes you. You’re close enough to touch him now, standing right next to the high barstool he sits on. Your fingers twitch, you crave the contact. You walked away from the girls’ circle to be in his. His body, the whole of him; it’s so familiar and it pulls you in, lapping at you like waves. Now that you’re here, you want all of it.

You keep your distance. You—you don’t know what he wants you to—

You keep your distance.

You meet his eyes. Sukuna’s face has smoothed out some, lost some of its tension. 

But his eyes are narrowed. You hold them nervously. You want to say something, but you don’t know what.

Sukuna knows you don’t know. He tchs, jerking his head toward the exit.

You exhale; nod. He stands up, motioning for you to go first. You step ahead, and he places a hand at the small of your back. It’s huge and warm, and you register it the way a fish does water: natural and obvious, only noticeable when it’s gone.

His car’s just across the street. Sukuna shuffles you across the road; jaywalking, putting himself between you and the oncoming traffic. You hurry to the passenger door, slip inside, and buckle your seatbelt.

Then you can’t yourself: you turn and stare resolutely out the window.

Idiot, you hiss at yourself as Sukuna shuts the driver’s side door. Idiot. But you can’t turn your head.

There’s another horrible moment of silence. Then he huffs a laugh and turns on the engine. “Ladies night out, huh?” 

You wince. Mean, still mad enough to be mean. You decide the best thing to do is keep silent. 

Sukuna lets it drag on for about 5 seconds, just until he gets the car running slick on the road. “What the fuck was that shit last night?” he growls.

You scowl out the window. Can’t say anything nasty if you don’t say anything at all.

Three seconds, this time. “What happened at work yesterday?”

You freeze, then let your head thunk against the window. “Got some feedback,” you mumble.

He reaches out and tugs on your ear. “And what was the feedback?”

“Um, one of the clients said I was too—like, awkward. Off-putting.” You suck in a breath, fighting back tears. “And I—it didn’t seem like I cared. About the client, about the project, I just—yeah.” You bite your tongue, hard. “Just come off cold, I guess.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

Your words settle in your gut. Soon, you’re turning from the window to rest your elbows on your knees, head in your hands. “God, why is it always—why can’t I—ugh.”

Sukuna cuts the engine. You glance up, realizing he’s turned down a side street, pulled the car over. He sets his hand against your back, the warmth of his forearm running down your spine. 

Like water on dry soil.

You look at him properly, for the first time this evening. His mouth is flat, his eyes are cold and cutting. “That client should be euthanized.”

You give a half-smile; take a deep breath. “Do you really think I don’t care about you?” You dig your nails into your palms. 

Sukuna looks you over. It would be half a second too long, if you didn’t know how he operates. “No,” he says, shrugging. 

Your throat unlocks. Relieved, you bury your face in your hands. “Good,” you mutter. “Couldn’t bear that.”

He hums, tapping his fingers against your neck.

You have more: “Do you think I’m cold?” You shiver as you say it.

Sukuna’s answer is immediate. “No.” Clear, decisive. “Not if you know what to look for.”

Your breath hitches. “Okay,” you whisper.

Then he raps his knuckles on your head. “But,” he stresses when you pick your head up. “Don’t say shit is ‘obvious.’ It’s not fucking helpful.”

You roll your eyes. “Sukuna, it was obvious,” you mutter.

“Mhm-hm. And you forget to be affectionate.”

God. He’s cruel when he wants to make a point.

Incredibly effective, but it burns on the way down. “That was mean.”

“Maybe.” He shrugs, resettling his hand on your back. “You knew what I meant.”

Sukuna looks at you seriously then, eyes narrowed and probing. Come on, he’s saying. Come on. I’m like you. Move at my pace.

“Yeah,” you nod, reaching out and settling a hand on his knee. “I know what you mean.”

The warmth of him travels right up your arm. He squeezes your shoulder, then hauls you up and buries his face in your neck. “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “Shouldn’t have said that, about you not caring.”

You reach up and thread your hands into his hair. “I’m sorry,” you repeat, easy now that he’s shown you how. “I’m sorry I got so mad, and—” you stutter, words slurring as you struggle to get them out. “I’m so fucking sorry I said that shit about you, Sukuna, I was just mad, I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

“Tch. I know.” But you feel him loosen against you.

You exhale carefully. Okay.

You last another few minutes. Then—

“Um, so, what—?” you clear your throat. “Now, we, uh—”

He snorts. “Give it a moment.

“Okay.” You give it a moment.

Sukuna kisses your neck, bites it, and licks over the mark. You huff and push him away, grinning.

“Pissed out the window last night,” he says, amused.

You grimace. “Listen, I know—”

“What would I have done if I had to shit, hm?” he smirks at you. “Dropped it into a doggy bag?”

“Sukuna,” you hiss. “I—I panicked, okay!”

“My blood pressure medication was in there,” he says reproachfully.

“You don’t take blood pressure medication, you ass!”

“And you’re lucky I don’t.” He frowns, exaggerated. “I would’ve died.”

“I would’ve rolled the bottle under the door,” you mutter. “I’m considerate.”

“You’re very considerate,” he agrees, and you can tell he’s only half joking. You thunk your fist against his thigh.

Silence, again, but it goes down easy this time. You lean your head back and breathe.

“I bought salmon today,” Sukuna says abruptly.

You rub your eyes, tired. “Thank you,” you say, working as hard as you can to show you mean it. “I can’t cook tonight, I’m—exhausted.”

He nods. “You slept in the bathtub.”

“I—” you twitch. “I slept in the bathtub.” Wincing, you roll out your shoulder.

Sukuna clocks it. “Idiot,” he mutters. “All right, make it up to me,” he says loftily, looking at you with a grin. “Buy your handsome boyfriend dinner.”

You snort, thrilled that he isn’t mad. “Is the handsome boyfriend in the car with us?”

“Tch. That would offend me were I weak and insecure,” he mutters. He waits until you roll your eyes before pinching you at the nipple.

“Bastard,” you hiss, shoving his hand away. “Fine, I’ll buy you dinner, what do you want?”

“Salmon,” he says instantly.

“I’ll kill you.”

“You’re not very accommodating.”

“Sukuna,” you grit out. “Tell me what you want, or I’m going to tell you what you want.”

“Hm.” He taps your cheek lightly. “And what do I want?”

“McDonald’s.”

Sukuna thinks it over, then nods. “You’re right, I want McDonald’s.”

You smile, soft and easy. He presses a thumb into the inside of your elbow, and you slide your knuckle along the ink on his jaw.

He closes his eyes, like he’s savoring it. Then he turns the engine on and pulls back onto the road.

Something occurs to you, and you slip your phone out of your bag, pulling up the McDonald’s menu. “Sukuna,” you call out. “They redid the combo menu.”

You see his grip on the wheel tighten. “What?”

“Yeah, I saw it on Instagram,” you say apologetically. 

“Unbelievable,” he mutters. “I’ll kill that clown bastard myself.”

“Sure, sweetie.” You pour over the menu. “What was your order?”

“The number seven.”

“Right, but what was in it?”

“Two cheeseburgers.”

You nod. “Yeah, they just gave it a new number. It’s a number nine, now.”

He stares minutely ahead. “Ridiculous. Did they get rid of the fries and drink, too?” He glares at you accusatorially.

You shake your head. “Just changed the number. Marketing scheme, or something.”

“Just to make my life miserable,” he growls.

“And mine by extension,” you agree.

Sukuna grits his teeth. “Is your order the same?” he demands.

You check the menu and wince. He’s gonna hate this. “It’s the number seven, now.”

You see his leg twitch, as if he’s going to slam the brakes. “I am going to kill myself,” he mutters. You pat his shoulder sympathetically. “That rat-clown is toying with me.”

“He’s got your number.” Sukuna shoots you a look that could lop your head off.

“Are you still getting a coke?” He reaches over to dig his nails into your leg. “If you get anything other than a coke I will crash the fucking car.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll get a coke, Sukuna, chill out.”

“No,” he grumbles, steering the car into the drive thru. 

You watch him tense as he reaches the intercom, rolling down the window.

“Hi, welcome to McDonald’s, what can I get you?”

“A number seven combo,” he says on autopilot. “And—”

You watch his brain stall out. “Number nine,” you remind him. 

“Number nine,” he repeats, bouncing a loose fist on your leg.

“What fountain drink with the number seven?”

“Coke.”

“And the number nine?”

“Coke.”

Mission accomplished. The worker rattles off the total, and you fish for your wallet in your bag.

“Idiot,” Sukuna barks. “Get my card out of my pocket.”

Rolling your eyes, you dig his wallet out of his pants. “Thought you said I was paying.”

“Thought you knew sarcasm.” He leers at you. “Now touch my cock.”

“Wait until we get home,” you mutter. “I ain’t jerking you off in the McDonald’s drive thru.”

“Pussy.” He drives to the next window and hands off his card, taking the bag in exchange. You hold out your hand but Sukuna keeps it, clicking on the interior light rifling through the food.

A car pulls up behind you. You start to get nervous.

He flashes his lights. “Sukuna,” you whisper. “Someone’s behind us.”

“Tough shit,” he says flatly, digging around.

The worker through the window has a weird face on. You tense even further. “Sukuna, come on,” you hiss.

He ignores you. The car behind you honks. 

“Sukuna.”

He turns to the worker. “We need mayo, there isn’t any here.”

Oh.

The worker reaches around and hands Sukuna a fist full of mayo packets. “Thanks,” he grunts, shoving them into the bag and switching the light off.

He hands the bag to you. “We don’t have any more at home,” he notes. “I’m not driving your ass to the supermarket when you complain about it later.”

“Thanks,” you say quietly.

Sukuna clicks his tongue, putting the car in drive and guiding it back onto the road.

“Eating at the apartment, then?” you ask.

“Mmh. Need to get out of these clothes.” He gestures at his dress shirt and pants.

You seal off the bag so the food stays warm. “Came straight from work?”

His lips twitch. “Obviously.”

You hesitate, then push yourself to talk. “Thank you for, uh—for coming to get me.”

Sukuna takes a second to look at you, then, sharp eyes meeting yours over the console. “Don’t call me an idiot for missing the obvious if you’re going to say shit like that.”

You close your eyes, snaking a hand out to clutch at his wrist over the gear shift. He grunts.

Another calm few minutes. Your muscles relax further. “How was work today?”

He shakes his head. “Pah. Don’t ask.”

You look at him worriedly. He shrugs. He’s unbothered, you realize, as he shifts his hand beneath your fingers.

You settle back against the seat. Easy silence, again; the kind you don’t have to worry about.

When you reach your building, Sukuna wriggles the car carefully between a looming minivan and a Honda that’s way over the parking line.

“Too tight,” you comment absently. 

“Stop doubting me,” he mutters, gritting his teeth as he gently forces the car into the spot. 

He manages, of course. Still—

“Sukuna, how am I supposed to get out?” There’s about a millimeter of space in between your door and the minivan.

“Wiggle,” he advises. “Ruin that eyesore’s paint job.”

You wiggle, rolling your eyes, clutching the food as you drag it out after you. “Why do you park like you have something to prove?”

“Love of the game.” Sukuna picks the McDonald’s bag out of your hands, unlocking the front door to your building and guiding you toward the elevator with a hand at your back.

Sukuna lets you press the button, then press it again after the doors slide  gently open and you step inside. As soon as they close again you thunk your head against Sukuna’s shoulder. He flicks you in the ear.

You take a deep breath. Thank god that’s over.

Ding, again. Doors open, hand at your back, Sukuna’s keys in the lock, and then you’re inside your apartment. Your bag falls with a thump, and you exhale gratefully, day sliding off of you. You feel you could melt. 

Sukuna gives you a moment, then leads you to the kitchen island. He sets the bag down, positioning you with your back to the counter. His hands squeeze at your hips, you give a little jump, and he lifts you onto the island.

“Don’t want to shower?” you murmur as he slips off your shoes.

He shakes his head, hands sliding under your skirt. It’s chilly enough that you’re wearing tights, and you feel his fingers tug at the waistband.

“Don’t rip them,” you warn.

He shoots you a look. “We’re not twenty-three, anymore.”

You smile, amused. Guess not.

He gently pulls the tights down your legs, over your ankles and toes, and drops them on the floor. Your panties follow. “Help me out.” Sukuna lifts you again, just slightly, and you hike your skirt up past your hips.

Sukuna makes a low sound in his throat, getting to his knees. The sight of him there is familiar, obviously so, but the fight lingers on your tongue. Your legs tense around him.

Sukuna notices, of course he does. He looks at you, eyes narrowed. You smile shakily.

His expression doesn’t change, but he presses forward, running the hot flat of his tongue gently against you. 

Your eyes fall shut. Sukuna eats you out like he’s trying to tell you something; his tongue rigid and achingly precise. Your hands grip the edge of the counter as he expertly licks against you, making your belly flare with each rough pass. He is searing and perfect and very, very careful. He touches you like—like he’s nervous. Afraid that if he makes one wrong move, you’ll disappear.

It takes you a minute to notice, you’re too lost in the lush feeling of his tongue gently tracing your clit. But once you do pick up on it, it’s impossible to ignore. Sukuna is being cautious.

You crack an eye open. He’s got his eyes trained on your face, still slitted, watching you intently.

A chill ripples over you. Your heel thumps lightly on his back, and you scoot backwards, away from him.

He scowls at you. You take a deep breath. “I—”

You cut yourself off. Sukuna’s frown loosens, some, as his eyes refocus; attention completely and utterly on you.

Another deep breath. “You’re the only one who can do this,” you say quietly. You gesture at your—at everything. “It’s—it’s only you. It’s always gonna be you.”

His eyes narrow even further. “Tell me you mean it,” he demands.

You don’t hesitate. “I mean it.” You’re nervous; terrified, but you force yourself to keep and hold his gaze. “I mean it, Sukuna. There’s only you.”

Sukuna’s body tightens, then goes lax. He nods, holds, then presses the side of his face into your thigh, hard enough to make it jerk. You hold yourself steady, pushing back against him.

He pulls away, pointing his chin at your hand. You huff, threading it through his hair. The other lays flat on the counter behind you, arm braced as he licks into you again.

He’s more relaxed now, you can feel it, moving his tongue with practiced ease. The fight is gone, thrown further and further from your mind as Sukuna works you over. You gasp, gritting your teeth as he finds your clit, drawing wet circles around it, teasing it before moving to slick down through your folds, laving bitterly against it so you’ll pull his hair.

The tension of the day leaves you; Sukuna’s changed it into something hot and sent it rushing terribly into your navel. You flare bright, then brighter, the sharp feeling nearly unbearable.

“Yeah, just like that, please,” you mumble. “Don’t stop, that’s so good.”

“You don’t need to tell me,” Sukuna murmurs, matter-of-fact, breathing hot against you. “I know it’s good.”

You glare, then groan: he’s working these hellish spirals over your clit that have you seeing stars. “Why do you have to be so difficult—shitshitshit—!”

“‘Cause I can.” He smirks, and you come on his tongue. He catches all of your slick, then turns and licks it along your thigh.”

“Ass!” you grit out, kicking at him as he stands up. “And I only came once?” You glower at him, and Sukuna actually laughs.

“My dick is going to explode,” he says frankly,  unbuttoning his pants. “You’ll get your second one when I’m not moments from detonation.”

“Did I get you hot?” you ask, grinning as you slip his cock from his underwear. “Were you gonna come in your pants like a teenager?”

“You got me stressed,” Sukuna corrects, panting lightly. He means the fight, you realize, and you tense. Before you can apologize, he adds: “It was excruciatingly sexy.”

Oh. You grin, triumphant. 

“Don’t make a habit of it,” he warns.

“Never.” You’ll find some nondestructive way to do it again.

He eyes you distrustfully. “Only to make your cock kick,” you amend.

He hisses as you drag your palm over the head. God, he is worked up. Delighted, you take your other hand and settle it on the back of his neck, drawing him toward you so you can slip your tongue into his mouth.

Sukuna groans, sliding his lips messily against yours. Gone is the earlier precision, the deliberate caution; now Sukuna just wants to get as deep into your mouth as possible. You laugh, humming onto his tongue, then begin to work your hand up and down his cock.

He jerks, but you hold his head in place, kissing him as sloppily and lewdly as you can manage. Sukuna copies you eagerly, hips twitching into your palm. You drop his cock to grab him by the wrist, guiding his fingers to your cunt.

His fingertips find your clit, and you gasp. “Thought your dick was gonna explode,” you breathe, dragging his hand lower. “Finger me so you can fuck me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he retorts. “And put that hand back where it was.”

Rolling your eyes, you wrap your fingers around him and slide your fist along his length. “Mmh, good,” he sighs, then moves his lips to your neck. You breathe shakily, hand stuttering, as he sucks and licks at you. The hand at his neck grips the short hair at the back of his head. Sukuna groans, then begins to suck a bruise onto your neck.

“S—Sukuna,” you pant, “Sukuna, too high, people will see.”

He grunts. “Your shirt’s still buttoned.” You feel his teeth. “Can’t get any lower.”

“So unbutton it!” your voice is so high.

“My hand’s busy.” It’s true, his fingers have been steady, gently playing with you until you’re right up at the edge. 

His finger flicks, and your body winds tighter. Too tight; you force your hand not to squeeze his dick in half. The other hand flies to the top of his hair and pulls the longer strands hard. Your muscles spasm. “C—coming again,” you gasp, hips shaking until they freeze.

His hand slows, sliding leisurely through your folds. He traces the outline of one delicately. “Stop stating the obvious.” 

Panting on the comedown, you squeeze hard enough to snap his dick in half.

“Fuck,” he spits. Sukuna whips his hand away from your cunt, placing both palms on the countertop. One on each side of you, caging you in.

Ooh. You look up at him, thrilled.

“Why must you be so difficult?” he grits out, batting your hand away from his cock so he can drag it against your thigh.

“I’m the difficult one?” you laugh.

“Tch. Obviously. I’m perfect.” His tip nudges at you.

Your breath stutters. “Not gonna finger me, then?”

He smirks. “No. I’ve had a very difficult twenty-four hours, thanks to you. Suffer the consequences of your actions.”

You roll your eyes, stomach tightening in anticipation. You expect him to make you feel it, to push in cruelly so you’ll scream, just to prove he can make you scream. Instead, he goes by inches. One light thrust, and then another, with those lovely red eyes on you the whole time, making sure you’re relaxed enough to take him further.

God, is he good to you. You stretch up, licking him from collarbone to chin before kissing him again.

Wet and filthy, how he likes it. You wrap both arms around his neck and press your chest flush against his, swiping your tongue across his teeth. Sukuna moans quietly, snapping his hips into yours. The stretch is delicious, always is, and you pant, open-mouthed, against his lips.

He bottoms out and sets a rhythm, rutting into you. Neat and near-efficient, but you can tell he starts to lose his mind after you lock your legs around his waist. Digging your heels against his back, you use the leverage to rock yourself into him, meeting him when he drives himself into you.

Sukuna doesn’t last long after that. His hips jerk once, twice, and then you feel hot cum hit your insides. He drops his head onto your shoulder, breath heavy against your skin. 

You card your fingers through his hair. It’s comfortable, for a few minutes. Then—

“Uh, Sukuna.” You clear your throat. “What, um—”

He huffs a laugh, then slides out of you with a hiss. You close your thighs so the cum doesn’t slip onto the floor. Sukuna unbuttons his dress shirt, hanging it over one of the barstools, the tugs off the white tank top beneath it. Legs open, and he uses the shirt to clean the mess off you.

“Thanks,” you sigh, leaning back and laying your torso down on the island, legs still singing. He grunts, tossing the shirt to the floor. You hear fabric shuffle as he kicks off his dress pants and tucks himself back into his underwear, then the tread of footsteps and the water of the kitchen faucet as he washes his hands.

You hum to yourself, staring at the ceiling. You should clean up, too; your skirt is bunched uncomfortably under you, your hands are nasty, and you need to take a piss.  But you can’t move just yet. You are so desperately grateful to be here.

Sukuna steps back to the counter, and the McDonald’s bag rustles. You look up to see him inhaling one of the cheeseburgers. “Can I have a fry?”

“Get it yourself.”

“My hands have dick on them.”

“Tch.” He puts down the burger, opens one of the mayo packets, and squirts it over some of the fries. You watch as he picks out the biggest one and holds it over your face, dropping it into your open mouth.

“Thanks,” you mumble around it.

He inclines his head, picking up the burger again.

All of a sudden, your throat goes tight. “Sukuna,” you say quietly, gently kicking his calf.

He must hear something in your voice, because he sets the food back down. Your thighs twitch open, and he steps between them, leaning over you.

“I—” you bite your tongue. “Thanks for coming to get me,” you whisper. “I’m glad you—yeah.” You pray that’s enough.

Sukuna slips a hand beneath your shirt, fingertips methodically tracing your ribs. “I’m always going to come get you.” Frank and simple, like it’s obvious. And his eyes are so clear, so sharp. “I know what you’re like.”

You nod, swallowing tears. “Oh—okay.”

His eyes hold yours for another moment. Then he taps you on the forehead and clicks his tongue. “Eat. Food’s dead cold, but eat anyway.”

You hop off the counter to go to the bathroom. When you return, you see that he’s taken out your box of chicken nuggets, ripped the paper bag open so you can share the mess of fries, and given you all the mayo packets. 

You step up to the counter and start in on the chicken nuggets. You don’t have to look to see Sukuna wrinkling his nose. “Leave it.”

“They’re synthetic,” he argues, as he does every time. “Chicken is not meant to look like that.”

“You think you’re eating prime Kobe beef over there?”

He glances down at his second burger. “Surely there are several degrees of separation between haunted ground beef and whatever that is.”

“I doubt it.” You dunk a nugget in mayo and pop into your mouth.

“It’s simpletons like you who fall for tricks like these,” he admonishes. “Now come on, hand one over.”

“Thought you didn’t like them,” you say, amused.

“Collecting my tax.” He snatches one from the box and eats it, wincing all the while.

“Stubborn ass,” you say fondly. “Slave to your principles.”

“Mmh. Blunt and difficult,” Sukuna agrees. “Can only be like that with you.”

He says it like it’s nothing. It sucker punches you in the gut. “Yeah?” you breathe, voice shaky.

He turns to look at you fully. His face says don’t question what’s obvious.

“Tch. You’re the only one who will let me.” He raises an eyebrow, like he thought you knew that. You manage to hold his gaze for a few seconds. Then you thunk your head against his shoulder. “Okay.”

His arms come up around you, and he pulls you tight against him. “Don’t scare me like that again,” he mumbles into your hair.

You tap your fingers against his wrist. “Try not to scare me like that again,” he amends.

You nod into his chest. “Okay.”

He tugs at your hair, then grips your chin when you look up at him. “I meant it,” he says seriously. “You’re the only one who’ll do this with me.”

Your throat constricts; you try to deflect. “Sukuna, don’t say that,” you say weakly, trying to get out of his hold. “There are other people who—”

“No,” he interrupts. “Don’t do that. You know what I mean.” He squeezes your chin to make sure you’re listening. “You’re the only one I want to do this with. It wouldn’t be as good with anyone else.”

You bury your head into his chest, and he lets you get away with it. He’s right, you think. You don’t want to do this with anyone else, you can’t. You and Sukuna are cut from the same cloth, alike enough to understand, different enough to file down each other's rough edges. For a moment, you feel as if you’re seeing yourself through his eyes, what you have with him. It’s a neat little equation; a formula. It only works if the variables don’t change. And it is greater than the sum of its parts.

“It wouldn’t be as good with anyone else,” you agree. His arms stiffen, then relax.