However, the ache was prominent and everlasting as it seemed to get worse as time went on. The pain was directly around your nipple, as you would press gently on it and quickly retract your hand back. Stripping yourself of your shirt, when you had checked in the mirror, you gasped as your dark areolas were swollen and bruised. Immediately, you went on call with your doctor. 

It turned out that, no, you didn’t have breast cancer. It was just that your milk was clogged. You had felt a rush of relief, but it didn’t fix the pain. Apparently, clogged breast milk ducts could happen if there was a change in the feeding schedule or your baby wasn’t latching on properly. You were pretty consistent when it came to feeding Yujin, so you figured that maybe he wasn’t latching on your breasts correctly. With a pout, you glare at the slumbering child. In a playful manner, you point at Yujin and pin the blame solely on him. 

Your doctor had told you the best solution for you at hand was to massage the area, but it seemed like your hands weren’t doing the trick. Maybe you were being too gentle, but when you applied more pressure that didn’t work either. Am I doing this right? You whined as the pain seemed to get worse and you were on the verge of tears. 

When Yujin woke up, you contemplated trying to get him to latch on properly, changing his position. However, he was a stubborn child and you couldn’t understand where he got that trait from. Looking at the time, your husband was going to be coming off work soon. In about half an hour actually. However, the drive home took fifteen minutes without any traffic. It wasn’t a long time, but it was to you when you were the one in pain. You hated calling him when he was at work, even though he claimed he didn’t mind, so it took you a little while to convince yourself. All it took was another shock of pain to persuade you before you typed the single digit, having his number on speed dial. 

He picked up on the second call, your caller ID coming in as a shock. He answered with a quickness, immediately wondering if you or Yujin was in any possible danger. He was ready to drop everything in the blink of an eye. “What’s wrong?”

“Kento…” The way you spoke his name had him taken aback. His breath hitched at the sound of choked and whiny sob. “I’m in so much pain.”

He stood up to his feet, startling his coworkers with the abrupt action. Grabbing the khaki trench coat, Nanami’s clicking out of everything as he furthers his questions. “What’s wrong, baby? What hurts? Is Yujin fine? What happened?”

“My breast hurts so bad,” you whine. It’s all you need to say for him to backtrack. Your cries did sound exaggerated. Were you horny? Were you just trying to get him out of work to come and fuck you? If so, setting him off in an immediate panic was not how to go about things. 

“Sweetheart,” Nanami sighs, stopping in his tracks as he looks around him. There’s no one in sight, but he’d be damned if a coworker caught him outside of his stoic exterior. So, he lowers his voice down when he says this, “Did you just call me because you needed to get off right now?”

“What—no! Kento, I’m serious!” you whimper. “It hurts so bad. I had called my doctor and she said that I had clogged breast milk ducts.”

“Hold on.” Relieved that you’re not actually harmed, he heads to his boss’s office. He’ll be fine if he has to leave early, he has no other choice but to be. With two simple knocks, he pops his head in, not fully entering the office.

You can hear him on the other side, informing his boss that he’ll be leaving early. The conversation goes on a bit longer than both of you expected, but you’re throwing your head back in victory at the sound of Nanami coming home. You had gotten your iPad out to search out for other ways to fix your dilemma, but nothing seemed to suffice. In an effort to take your mind off the pain and ease your stress, you went onto the damned app that revealed the hard truth about pregnancy. As you went through it, you saw a video about a mom who was going through your same predicament. Apparently, her solution was her husband. 

You were hoping that Nanami would be willing to try it. Knowing that it sounded a little bizarre, but desperate calls called for desperate measures. When he got back on the phone with you, he let out a sigh. “Okay, I’ll be there in fifteen.”

—

Your breast was no longer in pain, but still Nanami continued. He was still dressed in his work clothes, the blue dress shirt’s top buttons were undone as his dotted tie was thrown haphazardly on the ground. His moussed up hair was a mess, your fingers running through the blonde as you buck your hips upward. Hazy eyes that fall open half-lidded, you peer down at your husband. Tilting your head, white drips down his chin and in between your cleavage. With his left hand, it pays attention to your vacant breast. Squeezing and prodding fingers at the nipple as breast milk spurts from it. Splashing against his shirt or getting on you, the ministrations are so erotic and more sensual than the two of you ever believed it to be. 

His free hand plays with the crotch of your panties, feeling himself rut shamelessly into you with heavy pants and guttural moans that fall from his lips. He could’ve been off of you in a matter of minutes the moment he felt your milk pool into his mouth, the sweet taste making him addicted the moment it embedded his taste buds. The moan of relief that vibrated off your chest also sent him into a frenzy, pulling away for a second the moment. A sigh of relief left you, expecting him to climb off of you, but he stayed. “Can I—Can I keep going?”

He sounded embarrassed to ask, hesitating to finish his question at first. However when a high-pitched ‘huh’ left your lips, he had the courage to ask again. “Can I keep going?”

A finger dips inside your heat, so tight as it swallows him in. Two languid pumps inside of you before he’s pulling out and a pop sound leaves from your breast. The cold air hits your nipple, causing you to shiver as you watch your husband taste you on his fingertips. You want a kiss, want to taste yourself against his lips, but he’s infatuated with the fat of your breasts and the dried up milk against your skin. His pink tongue lulls out, the wet muscle lapping up against your skin to clean you up. He makes every white drop that contrasts against your skin disappear before he’s back and suckles at your pert nipples. 

He goes in rotation, giving the sensitive buds what they need. However, not quite what you want. The growing heat in between your legs, how you squirm and buck your hips out in desperation. Your juices have soaked your panties as Nanami continues prodding his thumb between your covered folds. There’s a soft squelch as bubbles start coming through the fabric. It’s a lewd sight that none of you see. You both have been blessed with a child that sleeps through the majority of the night, making moments like this something you both can lounge back and savor. 

You coat his fingers in more of your slick before he decides to pull it off from you completely, sucking out every last drop from you. If he had any shame when you suggested the idea, he doesn’t have any now. It all vanished the moment he started, the wet patch in his pants starting to darken his khaki bottoms and grow as he thrust his erection into your pussy. His bulge kisses your clit, rubbing against it as you gnaw on your bottom lip. 

“Kento,” you whined out, fingers that held onto the cotton of his shirt starting to trail down to his lower body. Nearing his hard cock, he gently grabs your hand and slips it away. 

“No,” he mumbles against your skin. “Not yet.”

Heavily rutting into you, his shirt has collected most of the milk that he spurts on your breasts while sucking onto the other nub. The rock in the bed makes a repeated creak sound that you’re hoping the neighbors won’t complain about. However, whatever worries that infiltrate your mind in one second dissipates in the next. And he’s so greedy, practically sucking out every drop that falls from you until you’re not producing as much. Your nipples are swollen and sensitive that they’re starting to hurt now that barely anything is coming out. 

“Ken, baby,” you hiss at the slight pain as he’s in disbelief that he’s emptied your breasts. “They’re starting to hurt. You drank everything.”

You say the last part with a chuckle, finally pushing the burly man off your chest as his brown eyes that you loved comparing them to a cup of coffee are drunk off of lust and you. He bends down to pepper kisses from your lips down to your neck and back to the sensitive nipples. You mewl at the faint touch of his lips against them, thinking he’s going to start his antics again but his lips drag away. Instead, he kisses around the dark areolas, his next mission to give you hickies all around your chest. 

“D’ya think it’s too soon to put another baby in you?” He asks, finally tugging his trousers down. His cock springs free, so heavy that it falls instead of stands. Holding the girthy length, the head kisses your clit as you spark up in further need. However, your mind can’t leave his question.

“Kento,” you look pointedly at him, but you know he can’t take you seriously. Your pussy is pulsating with need and your eyes sparkle at the thought of him giving you another one of his children. “A big dinner will fill me up just fine if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I know,” one of his hands cups around your breast. “Just— do you think we could do this again?”

His tip pokes at your entrance. Before you could answer, you’re gasping as he slowly pushes himself in. He can’t understand how after all the years you two have been together, you just can’t get used to his length stretching you out. When you’re full, you nearly forget his question until you feel the soft kiss at your temple. You nod with a hum because you’ll be damned to say you didn’t enjoy the feeling of your dear husband greedily sucking on your breasts, lapping up the taste of your milk. “Of course, baby. Anything for you.”

fic info _ 2044 words / nanami kento | lactation kink.

When the gum-smacking cashier at your favorite store gave you a total that was double the amount it should have been, Gojo gave the two of you a chance to work it out yourselves.

After all, he knew you could handle yourself. It was others that he worried about.

“Um,” you started politely, giving a soft smile. “I think you might have rung up a few items twice.”

“I didn’t, hun. Been workin’ here for ten years. If I say your total is $75, it’s $75.”

“But I saw you-”

“If you can’t afford it, then just leave, hun,” the cashier rolled her eyes as she interrupted you.

That was when you looked back at Gojo.

A few moments ago, he was grabbing your grocery bags and putting them into your cart, but now, he was standing right in front of the cash register, staring at the cashier with a facial expression that made her skin crawl.

“I’m gonna ask you kindly not to talk to my lady like that,” Gojo warned. “I’d hate to make a scene right now.”

That was all it took for her to fix her mistakes and rescan your entire cart. Gojo glared at her intensely as she did so. She even gave you a few items for free.

Now, when it comes to curses who can’t easily be scared off with a glare, he’ll destroy even the toughest of special grades instantly if they harm you, even if he was struggling during the fight originally.

His baby being in danger just gives him extra strength, truth be told.

Although he wants you to be as safe as possible, he’s not afraid to let you fight by his side. He actually loves it when you can kick a curse’s ass.

But, when a curse user knocked you unconscious in the middle of a fight, and he actually saw a small pool of blood pouring out of your new wounds?

Those striking blue eyes of his widened. He was so pissed off that he smiled, gritting his teeth. Slowly, he approached the curse user as he spoke.

“Did you just hurt my wife? My wife?”

He killed them. Not instantly, though — he wanted to make them suffer a bit.

Call him sick. Evil. Twisted. He doesn’t give a damn.

As he gently scooped up your injured body, he carefully tended to your wounds, even leaving small random kisses across your body as he did so.

It started when he spilled coffee all over your desk, ruining three classes worth of tests. Sure, it could have been an accident- if he wasn't carrying two full cups for no apparent reason. Takeda doesn't even drink coffee, so the fact he had two had to be sabotage.

After that, you declared a silent war. Stealing chalk, messing up piles of papers, using his office supplies- all petty things to drive the man insane.

He never retaliated with anything more than snippy comments and criticism, but you can feel his willpower dwindling. 

You try to walk as quietly as possible, but your heels give you away  slowly tapping across the linoleum.  You're silently begging that he's too involved in his work to acknowledge you, but he tilts his head towards you as soon as you get too close.

“How are yoooo-uu?" Takeda rips his eyes away from his screen long enough to look at you for a moment… then takes a second look, eyes wide with shock. He’s usually so polite, so demure, but right now his eyes betray him. He scans over your body slowly, eyes resting at the edge of your skirt. He seemingly catches himself, suddenly meeting your eyes again, the tips of his ears dusted pink. “Oh. What are, uh, what are you wearing?"

"A dress." you try not to roll your eyes. Sure. your outfit is nothing like your standard teaching uniform, its low cut and short, but you're not sure why he's making that face, "I was on the way to the bar when I realized I forgot my wallet here. Why do you care?"

Takeda pushes his glasses back up his face, forcing himself back to his work. “I,  just uh- didn't expect to see you here this late.” he clears his throat, “Especially dressed like that.”

The depth in his voice surprises you. At first, you think he’s flirting- but then you remember who you’re dealing with. With narrowed eyes, you sneer as you throw your drawer open, searching for your wallet. “What does that mean?”

“You look… nice,” he hesitates, "But-”

You have your wallet in your hands. You can just leave and let this whole thing go-

But you just can’t. 

“Nice, but?” you slam the drawer closed.

“I know it’s after hours, but, uh-” Takeda types slowly, pressing the keys as hard as he can, voice still level, “-your attire isn't exactly school appropriate.”  

"Excuse me?" you sneer. Takeda has a point, your skirt is definitely a couple inches north of conservative, but that certainly isn’t his business. He continues typing, as if entering grades is more important than anything else in the world.

“I’m just saying it wouldn’t hurt to cover up while on school property-” his voice is diplomatic, even and calm. God, that pisses you off even more.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you roll your eyes hard,  “I forgot you’ve never seen a woman’s body before-”

Takeda freezes, taking a long slow blink before turning towards you. “Excuse me?”

“I said-”

“Oh, no, I heard you.” Takeda leans back in his chair, “I just can’t believe you said something so, so... juvenile.”

You suck your teeth, trying to process why that made you so extremely annoyed. “Oh, I’m the juvenile one?”

“That’s what I said.” Takeda looks at you over his glasses, devoid of humor, “This whole  'thing' you have with me is just juvenile.”

With a speed you didn’t know you had, you press the glowing green button on the side of his desktop tower and his computer screen immediately goes black. With the only light in the room suddenly dead, you both sit, silently considering what just happened.

Okay, maybe you were being immature.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Takeda breaks as your vision adjusts. He’s no longer his usually, composed self; maybe it’s the exhaustion that’s broken him, maybe it’s just you, but he’s shaking, full on biting his lip to hold back the rage. "That was three hours of work."

You're about to apologize when he continues. "You're always so fucking annoying. I hate// you. "

Okay. You're not sorry anymore.

“Fuck you.”

“No.” He’s not backing down. "Fuck you." He leans on the consonants, spitting them out.  

You lean in with a sneer. “You wish you could.”

Takeda's eyes drag down your face to your lips, pausing there for a moment before he glances back up through those long, dark eyelashes. This close, you can see the microexpressions that you'd miss from afar: the slight swallow, the pop of his lips parting slightly, the slight heavy of a silent sigh-

"Yeah, I do." he whispers his confession.

The sharp pain of teeth clinking together marrs the pleasure of his lips finally finding yours. His skin isn't soft and smooth like you anticipated; the rough pull of stubble across your cheek as he kisses you.

His hands find the curve of your waist and, with an unexpected strength, Takeda forces you back against the desk so hard that you have to scramble to stay upright.  Your hands struggle to find purchase behind you, knocking against your desktop tower and piles of paper. 

He breaks away, eyes wide and wild, about to say something. God, if he opens his mouth and ruins this- you clutch the end of his tie, holding him in place, and hook your other hand under the buttons of his shirt.  Gently, you pull him back in, lips trailing over his stubbled jawline. He’s delicate as you imagined, sighing into the contact. You connect fully, planting your lips fully against his skin and suck a hickey right about his adam's apple, centering it in the middle of his throat. 

The way he whines is heavenly. Short, depraved little things, caught in his throat as he savors the pain. When he  pushes you away, the suction breaks with a loud, wet pop, leaving behind a red speckled mark.

"D-did you just bruise me?" his voice is low and trembling, an undertone of anger.  He touches the spot, testing its soreness, "My uniform won't cover this-"

"I don't care." your forehead presses against his, lips hovering near his, silently begging for a kiss, “‘Cause I hate you.”

You catch his lips between his canines and tug, hard enough he basically collapses against you, but he doesn't push you away again. Instead, when you release him from your pearly grip, he holds you even tighter, watching you with blown out pupils. The knot of his tie is half undone, loop drooped well below the ripped buttons of his shirt. His adam’s apple, already blossoming into a dark and purple, bobs heavy with each breath, the air doing nothing to cool the blush that burns across his face. The fog that covers his glasses starts to dissipate the longer you two are apart, and you notice they’re horribly lopsided: one arm isn’t even hooked over his ear anymore.

It’s pathetic. 

And cute.

 “I fucking hate you.”

Takeda lets go of you to push his glasses back up his nose, only for them to fall back down again and hang right off of the tip. “I actually-” he huffs. “I think you’re really charming-” Takeda’s eyes trace down your body before he meets your  eyes again, “-when you keep your mouth shut.”

God.

He’s got more of a bite to him than you thought.

And you hate how hot that is.

"Shut up-" you clench the length of the tie and drag him back to you. The force has you sliding farther across the desk, keyboard clattering up and over your phone, knocking the receiver off of it's cradle. The dial tone hums insistently, but you can’t bother to unwind yourself from him; slamming your face into his, tongue lapping at the warm, bruising spot you left behind. Surprisingly, he leans into the pain, pushing equally hard against you. His hands are a flurry as he tries to decide where to hold you-  cupping your cheek, grasping your waist, squeezing your ass, pushing you back. It’s quick, rushed as if he’s worried you’ll change your mind.

You adjust, trying to reach his neck again, but the movement does nothing but scrape your cheek against the frame of his glasses- slamming the nose piece into the brow of his nose. You both recoil with a groan.

"I hate you and these stupid glasses-" clutching the back of his neck to pull him back in, you use your other hand to grasp his glasses and practically rip them from his face. You toss them over your shoulder, far enough that you hear them skid across the linoleum.

"You keep saying that." his hands are jammed into your skirt, fingers digging into the soft of your thighs as he forces himself closer and closer, until the fabric of his pants rubs against your pussy, the thin cotton doing nothing to dull the friction. The sudden sensation is too much; it leaves you trying to inch away, but his surprisingly strong grasp has you lost in place, "You should fuck me like you hate me then."

His sudden confidence makes your breath hitch.  Despite yourself, you reach down, hands tickling over the creases of his shirt, then the tent of his pants. He rolls his hips forward into your touch, giving you a feel of his shape. 

Goddammit. He’s big.

You hate him.

And yet, you relent. "Just don't cum inside me."

You had always kind of thought Takeda was a virgin (there’s something just so innocent about him), but the way he pushes your panties to the side exudes too much confidence to be inexperienced. He’s fumbling around your hand, trying to unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper with one hand without losing contact with you.

“Do you need me to prep you-” you almost nod, but he continues, “Or are you going to take it like a good girl?”

You scoff and tug his tie harder, trying to bring him back to you. A sneer curls at your lips as he finally manages to get his cock out, slit momentarily still connected to the fabric by a sticky string of precum. “You’re not that big, asshole.” you sneer even as you help him line up against your entrance, dragging him through your folds, "Just fuck me before I change my mind."

Takeda forces his head in between your jaw and collarbone, skull banging against skull, and bites into the soft spot under your ear. Just as you open your mouth the protest, he thrusts his hips forward into you- and there's nothing to stop your mangled gasp. The sudden fullness aches and your body constricts, clamping down on his cock despite yourself.

"Oh-" his voice reverberates through your bone as he stills. "So warm." 

"Ittetsu-" you hate how soft you sound.

There's no more prelude. Takeda ruts into you, the rub of his dress pants burning your thighs. His fingers are tangling in your panties, pulling them taut against your ass into the elastic digs into the fat. The stretch no longer hurts, but builds into a deep, thick pleasure that clouds your mind. His knee lifts up on to the desk, slamming into your monitor, using the angle to fuck you deeper.

 Everything is a haze of depravity; you tangle and untangle yourself in him over and over again, trying to remain close to him as you both struggle not to slide over the desk top. You settle with your hands in his curls and your calves hooked over his ass.  His forehead is pressed against yours, each panted breath hot against your lips as he snaps his hips against you with all of his strength. You're already quiveringly close, whole body tense as you teeter on the brink of orgasm. Just a little more and-

His eyes meet yours, open, bright, and excited, and you're surprised to find you don't hate him like this.  He's cute. Genuinely, truly cute. You tilt your chin up and kiss him earnestly with no edge of hatred. It's gentle, a little silent apology for everything. He hums into the contact, eyes fluttering shut with a smile, and it's enough to push you over the edge. You cum, twitching and shaking around him, legs locked behind his thighs, keeping him in place until your body goes slack.

Takeda pushes back slowly, withdrawing. The shine of your own excitement sticks to him as he clutches his cock.

"Where?" he asks, the break in his voice telling you he's not far behind you.

"On me. 's fine." you mumble, post orgasmic bliss still fogging your mind as you gather your dress in your hands and pull it up and over your mons. A warm dribble paints your skin and underwear.  Both of you watch it pool silently, only the sound of your panting echoing through the room.

You should talk about this. You just fucked a coworker at your place of work. There should be a conversation of what this means, what the rules are, but you both just sit there, staring at the cooling jizz on your stomach.

"I still hate you." you lie.

Takeda opens his mouth, brows tilted up confusion. For a split second, he looks hurt, but he swallows it back, pushing up a nonexistent pair of glasses as his expression hardens. 

“He’s not cheating now,” she told you. “But he’ll do it eventually. I suggest that you leave before it reaches that point. Dodge the bullet while you can.”

But you can’t. You love Gojo too much to leave him. You’d rather him leave you, but if you can prevent it all from happening, you will. Which was why you were so happy when the Love Train offered you an invitation for two. This was the perfect opportunity. 

“You haven’t been home in forever,” you state calmly. “It’ll be nice to spend some time together.”

“It’ll be nice if I could also get some work done,” Gojo quickly retorts. “But no—”

It’s best to drown him out, you rationalize with yourself as you keep your head low and continue strolling in tow. You can only feel the bitter pain of sorrow and anger, unaware of which one is fuelling you more now. Is this all really worth it? 

The autumn air brings chills to your spine, causing you to shiver as you tug your coat closer to you. Once upon a time, Gojo would take notice. He would pout and take off his own sweater despite your protests not to and drape it over you. In the early years of your relationship, he’d fight tooth and nail to give you everything you wanted. It continued on in your early years of marriage. But as you’re pushing to your forties, all you’re met with is neglect and mistreatment. 

The stone ground is littered in the beautiful hues of red, orange and brown. The fallen autumn leaves trickling down the pathway as you take a seat on the nearest vacant bench you find. Gojo reluctantly joins you, not once noting your solemn attitude as he continues on being miserable. 

Checking the time on your watch, you read 4:27 pm. Anxiously, you’re tapping your foot against the ground. You’re scratching as your skin, nails digging into the flesh as you’re counting down the minutes. Maybe we should go— 

“Stop.” Grabbing hold of your wrist, Gojo meets your eyes with a glare. With his knee, he nudges yours harshly. “You know I hate when you do that.”

You know I hate when you do that. Bile fills your mouth, feeling smaller and smaller as your hands then instinctively reach to wrap around yourself— this time your nails digging into the cloth and down into your skin. ‘You know I hate when you do that,’ you repeat inwardly to yourself. He should be asking me, ‘What’s wrong?’ like he normally would. You want to speak out. You want to tell him off to be exact— to demand answers from him and ask where he’s been and why he’s acting like such an asshole. However, the moment you open your mouth, you feel out of breath. And like something’s stuck in your throat.

The train station is tight with people. Feeling the heavy press of strangers against your back as they pace past without an utterance of an apology. The three minutes are going agonizingly slow as you fight the urge to tap your feet. When the bustling sound erupts, your head shooting in the direction of the railroad, you’re the first one on your feet. This time you’re the one faster on your feet. The pink vehicle racing in your direction swiftly comes to a stop. 

The doors languidly open as it requests for your ticket. Having downloaded yours and Gojo’s tickets, you show them both before boarding. Gojo makes sure to take his time, the black dress shoes you picked out for him to wear sounding with a large clunk upon entering. You inwardly groan at his attitude as you’re greeted to the sight of a table and two chairs on the train— the only seating on the train. 

Falling into the seat, Gojo doesn’t have to say anything more. His body language speaks for him. Back slumped in the seat with his legs sprawled out. It leaves you having to squeeze yourself in uncomfortably to avoid touching him. The sliding doors shut with an abruptness as you’re not given the chance to brace yourself. The intercoms screech as the train departs, We are now departing.

Your gaze stays on your nimble fingers. You usually have them done on a regular basis, stunning acrylics that exceed your regular length. However, the past couple of months, they've been misshapen— they've grown weak with two of them broken. Some of them had chipped and forced you to clip them down shorter. You, however, habitually clean out the dirt. However, it’s become a nervous tick more than anything else now. 

Your breath has steadied, picking at your nails to pass time as the air between you feels more deadly than carbon monoxide. 

Activity One is about to begin, the loud speaker announces. Calling for both of your attention, your eyes transfix onto the intercom. Called 'A Letter to You,' you will be writing a letter to your partner. This activity is designed for you both to write down what you're too afraid to say to each other's face. Through this exercise, it'll be another outlet of emotional release. Ideally, we'd like the two of you to not speak during this in order to give your minds the time to collect all of your thoughts in a calm manner.

Honestly, you had been hoping for the opposite. All you have been is in your head. You yearn for the confrontation. For the breakup and makeup you’ve been planning inside your head and forced yourself to no longer avoid when you accepted the Love Train invite. But now they want you to stay in absolute silence? 

What good will this do? you suspire. Who am I kidding? I’ve stayed silent for this long. I can do it for another hour. In exactly five minutes a service bot enters through the doors, pushing a cart with a small stack of paper and two pens. The robot moves with a smoothness, setting down the items in front of you before shortly leaving afterwards. 

With the sound of a click, you read the paper with Dear Gojo. Quickly, your mind is clouded with the entirety of all your emotions compiling into one. The murmurs of your voice combining with his and the private investigator as they echo across your mind. It's becoming too much for you to handle. You want to be clear and concise— you want to make sense.

"This is stupid." Leaning back in his chair, his arms are crossed as he glares in your opposite direction. He hasn't even picked up his pen yet, his disdain a putrid stench in the train. It's the flickering flame for the set of words that's being scribbled on the page. I miss the old you, you write. 

Your pen flows like the rocking waves of the beach, writing and writing and writing. You choke on a sob that you tried to stifle, holding your breath the moment Gojo looks in your direction. You're letting everything out. It's all incoherent, you’re sure of it. You're pretty sure by the end of it, it'll all be chicken scratch. It feels good nonetheless. Your shoulders drop as the tension leaves your soul behind as you reach for a second sheet of paper. 

And with pique curiosity, Gojo watches before he reaches for his pen, too. There's thirty minutes left and he knows it won't be enough time to explain everything, but your attention is off him and he's got a lot to say as well. But instead of starting off his letter with Dear Y/N, he begins his with I'm sorry. 

When the timer is up, you're still writing as Gojo sets his pen down and folds his letter in three. Slipping it into the envelope provided, when the robot comes out, you don't notice. 

Pens down, the booming robotic voice speaks. To which you finally put down your pen and slip your essay into the envelope. Sealing it with a thin line of saliva before neatly writing Gojo Satoru on the other side. You set it on the cart gently, a tight-lipped smile on your face. 

In five minutes, the second activity will begin. The second activity is called Love Affirmations. The two of you are assigned to tell each other things that you love about each other. It’s essentially an easy task— for you, at least. Despite the anger that you still harbor, you feel the corner of your lips twitching because you still love him so dearly. The list on the top of your head gets longer the moment it’s announced for you to start.

“Okay, so—”

“You’re really going to do this?” Gojo immediately shuts down all of your enthusiasm. Leaning back in his seat, he’s manspreading lazily in his seat. There’s a smirk on his face— one of amusement, silently calling you ‘stupid.’

“W-what?” 

"All of this—" Gesturing to the train, Gojo straightens his posture. Propping one hand up to rest his head on, he finds everything about this comical. " —You really think this is fun?"

"I—" At the lack of a response, Gojo scoffs. 

"I really can't believe I'm wasting my time being here with you right now," he murmurs. “Having me call off work for some stupid trip that’s only taking us in circles. Not even offering to go out of the country. Instead some stupid train ride to nowhere—”

No longer able to contain them, you let out your sobs infiltrate the air. The loud grovel of the moving train cannot silence them. Your hands cover your face, trying to contain yourself. However, you just can’t hold it in anymore. You’re tired and you shouldn’t have to hide that from him. 

“Is being around me such a nuisance?” you choke. “Are you really unhappy with me?”

In a flash, his heart drops as your words register. Your tears have been dried, white staining your skin, a distinct difference between your complexion. He doesn’t know what to say. How does he respond to that when all his actions have been showing you a different answer? His hand reaches out, only for his immediate reaction to be slapped away as you warn him, “don’t touch me.”

“If you’re so unhappy with me, why haven’t you asked for a divorce?” you sob. Now that you’ve started, you can’t stop. You never imagined that it’d be this simple. “Instead of torturing me everyday— complaining every minute that you can. You haven’t been home in how long— doing only God knows what!

“You’re not cheating,” you continue, “I got a private investigator to make sure, but you wouldn’t even know because you don’t even care about me. Honestly, I wish you did just cheat. It would make things so much better. 

“You’re not home anymore,” you calm down, nose running and makeup smeared. “And when you are, you’re in the next room. You ask me why I invited you here as if I’m purposely trying to waste your time and— I don’t know… I was hoping that this was something we can fix. Together. But, it seems you don’t even want to put in the steps for fixing us.

“So, if you are really unhappy with me and can no longer stand me,” you sigh. “Let’s just… get a divorce.”

The air is thick and suffocating as Gojo digests every word you’ve just said. Repeating just how bad he’s been to you and how he’s been such a neglectful and horrible husband, and realizing the severity of the situation is at hand. Just how much he’s been hurting you and himself in return. Your eyes are red, heavy with bags that he’s realizing are just there. You’ve lost weight and he doesn’t like this new look— this new you that he’s created as a result of his unruly behavior.

He’s a monster, an asshole, and every unspeakable name that can be used to berate himself. He’s gotten so lost in his own dark abyss that he’s dragged you along with it and he’s been too blind to see all this time. 

“Shit,” he whispers before it turns into a panicked mantra. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. No.”

“No?” you’re befuddled, breath shallowing as your nails dig into the palm of your hands. This should’ve been what you wanted from the jump— for him to come crawling back to you. However, from all this time of confined emotions and the realization of just how much he’s been mistreating you, you feel as though it’s your turn. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Please,” he reaches for you. “Let me explain.”

Drawing back, you grimace. “I’ve given you so much time to explain, but now that I’m threatening to break off our marriage, that’s when you want to finally speak up? It’s not fair! It’s not fair that I’m always the one that has to wait on you. Maybe you should know how it feels. Maybe—”

“Stop!” He slams his fist against the table, becoming overwhelmed by everything. He, too, is shocked by his reaction as he sees you flinch. He’s not making things any better. Not meaning to get angry, only wanting you to stop and end the entire idea of getting a divorce. He wants everything to go back to normal— for you to be happy. For the both of you to be happy and to fix his mistakes. “Just— Please give me a chance to explain everything to you.”

There’s a pregnant pause, your tense shoulders falling as you divert your attention away from him. Your breaths are deep and controlled, shutting your eyes as you shake your head. No. You didn’t realize you said that out loud. It’s only in your peripheral vision that you see the drop in his features that you do. The hope being replaced with despair. It only further frustrates you, no longer feeling the shame of your emotions. 

“No,” you say with purpose this time around. “I want to leave.” 

Standing abruptly, you move to call for help. You could no longer take the presence of your husband. It was all too much. However, the intercom goes off, Stopping the four-hour trip will result in an inconvenience fee. Are you sure you want to leave?

“Yes—”

“No!” Head shooting in Gojo’s direction, you glare at him. 

“Stop it, Satoru,” you sneer. “I’m filing for a divorce the very next morning.”

“Then, I won’t sign,” Gojo challenges, persistent in having the last word. You need to hear him out.

“You’re so—” you groan.

“Just hear me out,” he pleads. “Then after that, if you still want to end our marriage, I will gladly let you go. If you don’t, I won’t sign those papers.”

Never seeing your husband so desperate, you give in. Finally returning back to your seat, Gojo lets out a breath of relief. “Thank you,” he murmurs.

“The business has gone bankrupt—” Gojo explains the problem at hand. How his second-hand man and chief financial officer, Geto Suguru, betrayed him. Playing dirty and selling their customers’ personal information to the black market. Gojo’s expected to go on trial and pay every last one of his customers a lump-sum of money, leaving him broke in the process. Hearing the pain in his voice, you draw back on your threats from earlier. Knowing how Gojo saw Geto as family, having spent plenty of dinners alongside him and his wife, you’d be heartbroken and distraught if you were in Gojo’s place as well. 

“‘Toru,” you sigh glumly. “You should’ve said something from before. I would’ve been by your side every step of the way.”

“I should’ve,” he admits. “But, I’m also shocked you didn’t know any sooner. It’s been blasting on the news.”

As much as this isn’t the time to make a jab at you, you can’t help but agree. “Yeah, I should’ve,” you chuckle. “Y’know I hate watching the news though. I probably should’ve had that private investigator tell me when they offered to as well.”

Now that you’ve gathered all this new information, you can’t help but feel incredibly stupid. “I-I should’ve known. I’m a lousy wife.”

“Hey,” Gojo nudges you sternly. “No, you’re not. You’re a fucking great wife. I’m the lousy one here.” Taking your hand in his, his long slender fingers rub your hand soothingly. 

“I’m the one at fault here,” he holds himself accountable. “I should’ve come to you and let you know what was happening. Instead I took my stress out on you. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back and smiling again.”

“I just wanted my husband to be around,” you pout. 

“And I’m here now.”

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The cute peach blouse that you’re wearing has now been ripped open, the buttons on it popped and sprinkled down to the ground with an obnoxious clinking sound as they bounced around. The cold air tickles your skin, creating goosebump as your breasts spill over in your black push-up bra. Your feet are slightly dangling in the air as your hands are bound by the baby blue dress shirt Gojo has discarded and has used for a makeshift tie. He’s surprisingly gotten them bound around your wrists, holding your weight against the overhead handrails. 

Your arms are starting to ache if Gojo continues to stare at your hanging body like this, your aching moans and grunts lingering in the air as you look so helpless. Though the black hides it well, you know that his cock’s hungry for attention. That his greedy length is begging to be wrapped by your soaking walls. And he knows that despite your desperation to be let down that your pussy’s leaking such copious amounts of arousal. That under your black skirt, your lips are clinging to your panties and longing for him. 

“Gojo,” you whine. “Said I no longer want to wait for you. Come’ere already.”

You’ve got him there, your mewling causing him to pout as he approaches you. Pecking your lips, the bottom of his pucker out as his blue eyes widen like a puppy dog. “Thought you said you forgive me. Were you just lying?”

“No,” you shake your head. “But I’ll take it back if you don’t fill me up already.”

“Gosh,” he breathes. “I forgot how impatient you can be.”

“That’s your fault for leaving me all alone,” you grin deviously.

“I don’t think I missed it,” he jokes. And despite the playful kick that you give him, you giggle against his lips. You’ve missed the taste of him and the supple suck of your bottom lip that he does every time he kisses you. You’ve missed the way his hands would wander your body as if he’s getting used to the feeling of you like the very first time he’s been with you so intimately. You miss those slender fingers on your body. Wrapping your legs around his torso eases the pain running through your arms, grounding yourself against him and feeling his prominent bulge. Your skirt hikes up, pushing above your thighs and nearing your waist. Gojo pulls it up even further, fingers pulling at the hem of your underwear, playing a game of should I or should I not.

Then letting it go with a snap, his fingers glide to the crotch of your underwear. His middle and index fingers pad in a linear motion, applying pressure as his digits get coated with your slick as it seeps out. 

“I’ve missed this pussy so much,” he whispers against your lips. “Forgot how much it loves me.”

“Is—fuck— is my pussy the only thing you miss about me?” you manage to squeak, bucking your hips and silently begging for more. 

“No,” he chuckles, the corners of his tips turning upward. “I’ve missed seeing you, too. Hearing your voice. Your hair and helping you care for it. I missed your warm smile every time I would get home. Missed how you always sought out my best interests. I’ve missed everything about you, but right now, I miss the way your tight cunt would wrap around my cock. How it’d squeeze me so tight I could barely fuck you right.”

Pulling your panties to the side, his eyes lock with your pussy. Your folds are glistening, strings of your arousal still hooking onto your underwear desperately. You’re throbbing in a visceral need for the man towering over you. Your hands are bound, tugging against the restraints as you arch your back. “‘Toru, please,” you plead. “Please, do something.”

“Desperation looks so cute on you, baby,” he grins. Plunging two fingers inside you, he swallows the high-pitched moan about to leave your lips. Sealing you with a kiss, he’s unrelenting with his ministrations. Drilling his fingers inside you, his cock jumps at the way your walls engulf his long digits. Fitting a third finger in the mix, he fights a winning battle between the grip of your pulsing caverns. Your drawn out moans, squealing against his lips as he pushes your back against the train. 

With your back dressing against the train, you can feel the movement of the train against you. It absurdly increases the amount of arousal leaking from you as your stomach starts to coil, the vibrations egging on your orgasm as your nails dig into the palm of your hands and nearly draw blood. Panting against his lips, you pull away from his searing kiss as your mouth falls open. “‘M g’na cum!”

“Well,” he huffs. “Stop crying about it and just do it, babe.”

Coating his fingers in your sweet honey, your legs tighten around his waist as his digits continue to travel languidly inside you. The thick and sticky substance drips and drags itself down to his forearm. Any excess drips down your legs when he pulls away and lets your body dangle once more. Your disheveled nature is not entirely enough for him. Your eyes still ask for more as you watch him with yearning. 

From his forearm and up to his fingers, he cleans your essence with an eagerness as he palms his bulge. “Fuck, you just look so gorgeous like this,” he hums. “Maybe we should make more trips like this. Would you like that?”

Nodding your head, you lean towards him the moment he closes the space once more. However, tauntingly, he takes a step back. “Toru,” you whine. “Stop the teasing already.”

Hand grabbing at your jaw, he pulls your face to have it jut out. “Open your mouth.”

You obey him, willing to do it if it’s the thing that will get you want. And the feeling of a wad of spit intermingling with yours as you hold eye contact with Gojo, his blue eyes sparkling with pride when you swallow eagerly. There’s a rumble against his chest as he groans. “Fuck, you’re such a nasty girl.”

Blue pupils landing on the fat of your breasts, the palm of his hands groping them before pushing it over your chest and watching them fall. The cold air already has your nipples all puckered and erect. Grabbing them, Gojo’s cool breath against your brown and pebbled nubs have you shiver as your lonely pussy begs quietly. “Wanna see these pretty babies bounce while I fuck you.”

The unzipping and falling of his pants goes unnoticed by you, the feeling of his lengthy cock feeling nearly foreign the moment he aligns himself with your entrance. It quickly drags out a sob or two as you’ve come to a realization that you’ve got your husband back. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Pausing to wipe away your stray tears, it pains him to see that he’s caused you so much pain. That you’re now crying all because of what he’s done. “No, no, no,” he soothes. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry I’ve been so absent. That I wasn’t there when you needed me.”

“‘N ‘m sorry you felt like you couldn’t confide in me.” Drowning your sorrows with a kiss, you control your breathing with the close proximity. His cock pokes at your entrance as your legs envelope his waist once more as he comforts you in this moment.

“I won’t let you cry again because of me,” he promises, finally pushing his head in by an inch. From the prolonged absence, the two of you forgot the feeling of being within each other. A familiarity yet so foreign all at the same time. “I won’t.”

“You promise?” You exhale, lips touching his. And he’s eager to nod. “I promise.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE. this took me tew long to finish for some reason, but it's done now and i like it. y'all digging hanging in the air while being fucked tho? idk i was struggling for different kinks on this one and i was like, hmmm... is there such thing as a hanging kink? i didn't look up the terminology as you can see. LMAO

CREDITS. thank you @todorosie for taking time to beta reading this. thank you for taking the time to beta read majority of these. i appreciate it so much, baby. 🫶🏾🩷

“Ja, aber ich will nicht nach Deutschland kommen und mich wie ein Idiot anhören,” you pout, grabbing your bottle of serum. Squirting out a few drops on your face, you rub it into your skin. “Ich bin immer noch traumatisiert von dem ersten Mal, als ich versucht habe, mit dir Deutsch zu sprechen.” ²

“Good thing you’ll have me when you come,” she smiles snarkily. “That’s if you ever come.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach for your phone as you slide onto your bed. “I told you,” you begin. “I’m saving up. I’m almost close to my goal, so hopefully by December I can finally book that flight.”

“I’m just messing with you,” Annie smiles. “You still can’t take a joke.”

“And your jokes are still horrible,” you add. 

“Eh,” she fans off your comment. “Whatever.”

Turning on your television, there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you— enjoying each other’s company from miles away. Scrolling through Netflix, you click on the last thing you were watching— See You in My 19th Life. 

“What episode are you on in Uncanny Counter?” Annie asks, eyes still focused on her report while she listens to your background noise. You glance at your phone screen, snorting.

“I’ve only watched two episodes of it,” you answer truthfully, knowing that you’re asking yourself to get an earful of Annie rambling about your short attention span.

“I’m so tired of you,” Annie starts. “Yet you’re watching a different k-drama now. Which one is this? The reincarnation one? Bet you won’t finish that one.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m actually on the ninth episode of it,” you grin, proud of your progress on it. You do have a problem— always starting shows but never finishing them. You wanted to watch so much, but never had the time. You’d constantly explain that to Annie, but she always dismissed it to you being chronically online and the result of it depleting your attention span. The two of you go back and forth for a while. You lose focus on the show, it quickly becomes background noise as Annie shows off her proficiency in multitasking. Fingers still moving, she looks at you through the screen. It isn’t until a particular notification calls for her attention that she loses focus. 

Grabbing her cellular device, she opens the email notification to view an invitation from the Love Train. Furrowing her eyebrow as she reads through the email, she feels an unsettling chill run down her spine.

“Hey,” she calls for your attention. “What's the Love Train?”

“It's a romance program here in Japan designed to help people get in relationships or mend them,” you absentmindedly answer her question. “Stuff like that. Why?”

“Because I got an invitation to go,” she scrolls through the rest of the email. “It says here that you and I are both invited to attend.”

“What?” Then, eerily, your phone chimes. The same notification that Annie received popped up. “Woah. I just got an email about it.”

“They’re saying that they’re gonna pay for my expenses to fly to Japan to meet you.” As much as Annie is hoping that this email is legit, she doesn’t want to be the one who fell for a scam. Putting her guard up, her finger hovers over the trash can icon. “Is this legit?”

“Erm, yeah, I guess?” You’ve heard everyone raving about the exclusive program. It’s extremely difficult to get invited to and considering that the two of you were sent an invitation makes your heart pound. You desperately want to accept, but with Annie’s hesitation, you don’t want to get too ahead of yourself. “I have friends that went on it and they loved it. I've never heard about them inviting people internationally though.”

“I don't know,” Annie shuts her laptop. She’s almost done with it, so she figures she’ll return back to it. Getting up to stretch, she sees your forehead and how the phone light shines against it. Your eyes are still glued onto the invite. “This sounds weird. How'd it even know our information?”

“The government probably sold it to them or something,” you giggle, trying to lighten the mood.

However, with the look on Annie’s face the moment you exit the email, you know she’s taking this seriously. “I'm not joking. This is creepy.”

“Yeah, it is, but…” you shrug. “I'd honestly love to meet you in person. If they’re paying for you to come down, I’d jump on the opportunity immediately.”

“Me, too, of course.” Realizing how she sounds, Annie tries to take a step back. She desperately wants to meet you. Really wanting to see you in person and know if you’re as beautiful in person as you are on camera. She wants to breathe the same air as you for once rather than being bound by your distance. However, she doesn’t want to be the fool at the airport trying to board a flight without a plane ticket. “But I don't want this to be some scam. Let me do my own research and I’ll get back to you on it, ‘kay?”

“Of course,” you sigh, grateful she’s not putting it completely off the table. Giving her a warm smile, you’re filled with relief. “Of course.”

A yawn escapes your lips as your eyes start to droop. “It’s time for me to go to sleep,” you announce. “Whenever?”

“Whenever,” Annie agrees, bidding you a farewell as she clicks the red button and ends the call. 

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Annie ended up accepting the invitation on a whim. After doing a decent amount of research and seeing that it’s legitimate, Annie read a story of two online friends who were able to meet through the Love Train. She still felt apprehensive about it, seeing that the set date for it was the last day of October. Her flight would be on the 28th, where she was expected to land on the 29th. 

She had her classes to worry about, wondering what excuse she could possibly give her professors and seeing if she’d be able to complete some of the work abroad. After reading through the email once more, her mind drifted off to you. You both have been talking for over two years now. Bonding through an app designed for language learners to educate themselves from others, Annie felt connected the second you reached out to her. It was a risk taking things outside of the app. 

You could’ve been a hacker, a scammer, a criminal for all she knows. However, you’ve made her feel so comfortable. There were times she would vent to you and you always made her feel heard, letting her know that you cared— truly. There were times where you both would overshare, telling things that the other recipient didn’t need to know. There was just a level of comfortability that the two of you felt with each other. 

And just like trusting you, accepting this invite will be another risk she’ll be taking. If this doesn’t go well, then she’ll wait for the next opportunity. You have been saving up to visit her. It's past eleven, so it should be around six-thirty in Japan right now. Dialing your number, her anxiety is cut short by your enthusiastic tone. “I just accepted the invite! I can’t wait to finally meet you!”

Annie lets you scream on the other line, pulling the phone away from her ear as she chuckles. She figures this will all be worth it. 

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Fiddling with your braids, the train station that the Love Train has set as the designated pick up spot is infiltrated with foreigners. Thus, it makes it much more difficult to spot Annie in the sea of strangers. Cursing under your breath, you’re growing frustrated because Annie texted you five minutes ago saying she arrived. “Ugh,” you huff, reaching to dial her number again.

Quickly answering your call, Annie’s spent the past three minutes watching you spin around in circles. She’s been waiting for you to call her and the fact that you’re just now doing it, makes her chuckle under her breath. “Turn around, stupid.”

“What?” you furrow your eyebrows, spinning around.

“The other way,” Annie scoffs. 

Turning on your heel once more, it takes you a moment to register the face in front of you before your eyes light up. Immediately, you throw your arms open as you run to the girl, pulling her into your embrace. “Oh my gosh!” you exclaim. “Annie!”

Wrapping her arms around you, her shoulders drop as she inhales your sweet scent. The aroma of coconut and shea butter sticking to you and making her want to stick her nose in between the crevices of your neck. “And here I thought I’d be the one looking like a lost foreigner,” she whispers. 

Ignoring her comment, you pull away from her with a huge smile on your face. You’re even more gorgeous than your pictures. Skin that appears golden in the flickering street lamps as the sun starts to dim, lustrous lips that are lubricated in a gloss as you cheese so brightly and eyes that sparkle as you stare right at her. You’re wearing something simple— a spaghetti-strapped yellow tank top and a pair of mom jeans, but you still managed to outshine her in her tucked in green t-shirt and shorts. 

She’s reminded of the conversations the two of you would have when you were up past two in the morning. How you two would talk more than simple friends. From innocent messages of ‘I love you’ to the naughty sexting of just how she’d take care of you if you were in her bed. Yet, you two still called each other friends and ignored the thread of messages from before.

“I can’t believe that you’re right in front of me right now,” you gasp. “Like, I don’t even know what to say right now.”

“I know,” she agrees. “This feels so surreal.”

“How was the flight?” You guide Annie to an available bench. Checking the time, there’s still five more minutes until the train arrives. “Is the hotel you’re staying at nice?”

“They were surprisingly good,” Annie’s heard stories about online friends not meshing well the moment they meet each other face-to-face, but it’s like the two of you are video calling each other. Talking to you feels so natural. “I thought they’d bring me to some busted motel, but I’m getting good service. It’s really nice.”

“I’ll have to come visit you afterwards then,” you nudge her. “My apartment is small and quaint, not big enough for two.”

“I’d still love to come visit,” Annie says. “Want to see if you live in a pigsty.”

“You know I don’t,” you smirk at her jest. “I’ve shown my space plenty of times.”

“Yeah, but that could be for the cameras,” Annie continues. “Wanna see you in your natural habitat.”

Hearing the bustling of the train before you see it, the two of you reach to stand as the clock strikes 4:30 pm. As if detecting your presence, the train stops directly in front of you two. The door opens, immediately requesting the two of you to show your tickets. Simultaneously, you and Annie scroll through your emails before pulling open the digital tickets and having them scanned before boarding. 

Getting on the train, you’re both taken aback to there only being two seats available. Nonetheless, you both slip into the seats with ease, letting the barrier of the table separate you two. There’s an unsettling silence shared as the doors shut as you wait for the train to depart. We are now departing. 

“This is so weird,” Annie grimaces as the uneasy feeling in her chest subsides. 

“It is,” you whisper, agreeing with her. 

“Have you ever been on this before?” Annie asks, trying to make herself more comfortable as the two of you wait. Not knowing exactly what for though. 

“No,” you shake your head. “It’s so hard to get invited, but all the ones that do all have good things to say about it.”

“Oh yeah.” It dawns on Annie that this is the Love Train. Remembering that the idea of it is to instill long-lasting romantic relationships, that the two of you were invited here. With the intention of getting together. “Wait—”

Activity one is about to begin, there’s a low screech as the speakers boom overhead, cutting off Annie before she could voice her concerns about their trip. Activity one is called Friendship Bracelets.

“Oh that’s cute,” you grin, eyes widening with excitement as you look at Annie. At the gleam in your eyes, Annie’s shoulders drop because she doesn’t want to pull it away from you with her concerns. It’ll paint her as ungrateful and make it seem like she doesn’t want to be here with you. So she keeps silent.

In the five minutes that pass, you’re both provided with the materials needed to make friendship bracelets. Measuring each other’s wrists with the string, you’re stringing beads on when you pause. “Wait, should I put ‘bestie’ or my name?”

“Your name,” Annie answers without hesitation, continuing her bracelet. 

“Aw,” you grin. “So you’ll always have me on you.”

Yeah, Annie mouths, but not voicing. For most of the time, you two fall into a comfortable silence as you both focus on stringing the tiny beads together. Concentrated on the task at hand, Annie jumps when she feels your cold hand around her wrist. Pulling it away, she calms down realizing that it’s just you. “Sorry,” she mutters.

“It’s okay,” you beam. “I just wanna tie the bracelet around your wrist. That’s all.”

Mumbling out an ‘oh,’ Annie holds out her wrist. She watches you intently, how your hands loop the bracelet around and how your fingers tie the knot with precision. Snipping off the excess string, you nod with content. “I should’ve asked what colors you liked, but I thought those looked nice against you.”

You had chosen the color scheme of neutral colors— burnt orange, ivory, brown, and hints of yellow littering the bracelet. Then, your name is written on the thick, round white beads. “I remember you saying that you like neutral tones, but I feel like yellow and orange suit you very well.”

Oh, you’re so cute, Annie can’t help but coo to herself. Finishing your bracelet, she reaches for your wrist. In contrast to the colors you’ve chosen for her, she’s chosen more warm colors for you— shades more brighter. Fuschia, dusty rose, amber and orange. “Well,” she starts. “I felt like these suited your personality— very bubbly and eccentric at times. You always have a smile on your face.”

“I love it,” you scrunch your nose, letting her seal the bracelet with a knot around your wrist. “It’s so cute.”

With some time still left on the clock, the two of you spend it chatting as you both use the string left to create beaded rings. Time flies before the intercom goes off and the service bot strolls through to collect the items. You set the bowl of beads on the cart as the second activity is being explained to the two of you. 

Activity Two is 21 Questions, Annie snorts at that. “I’m pretty sure we know plenty about each other.”

You gently kick at her shin, the corner of your lips turning as you mouth to her ‘sh.’ However, we will be quizzing whether or not you think you know each other as much as you believe. 

“Oooh,” you taunt Annie. “That’s interesting.”

Nodding, Annie’s competitive spirit begins to spark. “Bet I know you better than you know me.”

“I doubt it,” you challenge. “I’ve got a journal dedicated to you.”

“Don’t tell me you’re obsessed with,” Annie jests. “I don’t think we need another story of Fatal Attraction.”

When the activity starts, your posture straightens as you tap your feet. Feeling the vibration of your leg grazing against hers, Annie chuckles. “Already nervous?”

“Never,” you scoff. “Just antsy to beat you.”

Question One: What’s your partner’s favorite color?

“That’s an easy one,” Annie smirks. “Pink.”

“Green,” you answer. 

Both sides get a point. Question Two: What’s one of the most fun childhood memories that your partner has had?

“Um…” Annie hesitates, starting to ponder. And while you would like to boast about her not knowing this fact, you too take a while to respond as well. “Oh, that time your mom bought you tickets to see One Direction.”

Correct. Your turn Y/N. It still takes you a while to think of something, trying to rummage through the conversations that the two of you shared. There are a few moments that stick out, but you’re not sure if those were fun childhood memories for Annie. 

“Looks like I’m already in the lead,” Annie bloviates. And immediately something came to mind.

“When your dad got you classes for boxing!” you shout, hand rising as if you were in class before pointing a finger at her. “You always talked about how much you loved boxing and were begging him to sign you up for lessons.”

Correct. Question Three— The two of you have fun going through the series of questions. However, just as Annie predicted, she was in the lead. However, only by two. On question eighteen, you’re preparing your mind to be ready to rack your brain. Gnawing on the inside of your cheek, your eyebrows are knitted together, desperate to dethrone Annie and break her streak of five. 

Question Eighteen, the robotic voice speaks. For Y/N— taken aback, Annie frowns as she looks in your direction. Shrugging in your shared confusion, you wait for the question. —Is it true that you’ve imagined what Annie’s lips would taste like?

Heart dropping to your stomach, your immediate reaction is to deny. “What? No!”

Incorrect. Question Nineteen. For Annie— “Wait, yes! But like, uh— what kind of question is that?”

Growing flustered, you divert your attention away from Annie, who you’re sure is staring at you. Her heart’s racing at the question and your response. Seeing how you reacted, it was obvious that the answer would be yes based on how the question was asked. And her immediate worries for boarding the train slowly dissipated in the moment realizing that her fears were slowly becoming nonexistent. 

Have you ever masturbated to the thought of Y/N before? Not expecting her question to be so sexual, Annie’s breath hitches as it grows immediately silent. The train’s waiting for a response, but now are you. Eyes shifting to Annie as you’re awaiting her answer as well.

“Yeah,” Annie remains stoic, concealing her nerves that are running rampant through her body. 

Correct. Question Twenty: What is stopping the two of you to be together?

You’re the one to speak first, face falling. “Distance,” you simply state. And Annie agrees with you. You two both live miles away from each other. Both working students that do not have the means to move across to different worlds for each other to even try a relationship. 

Have you both ever considered a long distance relationship?

“The chances of it lasting are very slim,” Annie answers this time. “We’ll only break each other’s hearts.”

You meekly nod. What about in the future? Do you think either of you are willing to move to start a life with each other?

At that, the two of you are silent. You’ve imagined living with Annie before. You know her reluctance on traveling and you never held it against her. It’s why you’re the one adamant on saving to visit her when the semester ends. After you graduate from university, you’ll have to renew your visa. As much as you love your time in Japan, you never planned on staying here forever. 

“I’ve thought about it,” you speak candidly, but it’s something that both of us will have to talk more about. 

Why not talk about it now? At that you can’t help but choke out a laugh. “This train is such a meddler.”

“That’s its purpose, I guess,” Annie chuckles. 

“But, how’d you feel if I did move to Germany?” Weakly smiling, your heart’s pounding against your chest as you grow anxious for Annie’s opinion on the entire ordeal. 

“I mean,” Annie shrugs. “I’d love it if you moved there, but I wouldn’t want you to give up your life here to live with me. It’s such an extremity. And, what if we don’t work out?”

“I’ll move back to the USA,” you say. “I’ve always had feelings for you, and to know that they’re mutual, I don’t want to regret not trying it out for you.”

“Ich werde versuchen, nicht jemand zu sein, den du bedauerst.” ³

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“Oh my gosh, Annie,” you cry, head thrown back as Annie’s got your back lying against the table and your knees pressed into the fat of your breasts. You have one hand bracing yourself, holding the table while the next is tangled into the blonde locks of the girl sitting in between your legs. Squirming in his tight hold, her fingers dig into your flesh to keep your legs planted how she wants. Slick drooling from the lips of your pretty cunt, your inner thighs are wet and sticky as it’s mixed with you and Annie’s saliva.

Her tongue dances in between your folds, humming as she bucks her hips at the sound of your voice. The way you respond to her ministrations, makes her body sing in an eagerness to please. Her hold against you tightens, pulling you closer to her as she laps up every single drop that escapes from you. How you got yourself in this predicament— in this position— you can’t remember. One moment you’re asking each other if you want to try things out and then the next your lips are on hers. 

She tasted of mint and the bitterness of black coffee, nothing sweet. But it’s so like her. Detouring from your folds to the dark nub of your clit, her lips latch onto it like a thirsty mosquito. Suckling on it as she shuts her eyes and moans against you, her voice reverberating and sending vibrations through your body. She’s already managed to drag out two orgasms out of you, seeking a third from you— addicted to everything about you, including your taste.

“Please,” you moan. “‘s too much.”

“One more,” she whispers. “Just one more, for me.”

And aiming to please, you grant her wish. Pussy throbbing, your hips stutter as your mouth hangs open and dry. Pulsating violently, it takes you a while to register that the excessive gushing is coming from you. You’ve left Annie soaked in the translucent liquid of your explosive release.

Humming as you ride out your high with Annie planting sweet kisses against your thighs. “Shit, you taste so good,” she mewls, setting her hands on your hips before dragging your pliant body down for you to sit on her lap. Then, she pulls you in for another kiss, hands shoving your tank top over your breasts as she plays with them. Twiddling with your pert nipples, she rocks her hips as she sets you down against her thigh. Still clothed, Annie’s quick to have your hips buck against her, but you stop.

“I’m gonna get you all messy,” you pout, tugging on the hem of her shirt. “You’ve got too much on you.”

When you try to take off her shirt, she stops you. Pushing your hands away, she breathes out a ‘no.’ “I’m fine,” she mutters. “Want you to make me all dirty. Want everyone to see how much of a mess you’ve made once we leave.”

Before you can protest, her lips wrap around your nipple while the next hand kneads the lonely flesh. At your hesitation to grind against her— your pussy still sensitive from the overstimulation, she holds you by the waist as to egg you on. Letting your clit drag against the fabric of her shorts, you whimper as she softly bites down against your nipple. “Fuck,” you curse.

“You like that?” Annie chuckles, a pop leaving her mouth as spit dribbles down her lip. Eyebrows rising, she smirks as she goes to bite down on your breast. Your hips buck as she bites down harder and harder every time. Bite marks soon start to litter your skin as she juggles from one breast to the other. Your puffy clit’s too sensitive, pulsing as you drag your pussy and coat the denim in your mess. Hand trembling as rub circles into the bud as you feel an impending orgasm about to approach. “S-shit,” you whine. “Annie, you make me feel so good. G’na cum again.”

“Yes, please,” she moans. “Make a mess all over my thigh. Let everyone see how good I make you feel.”

From your high-pitched moans to the way you buck your hips onto her, Annie doesn’t know which one she should pay more attention to. Instead, she finds solace in a kiss. Capturing your thick lips in a seering moment of passion and intimacy, you both ignore the screeching sound of the train. Again, you’ve soiled her bottoms with your sticky mess, your essence having a potent smell that she’s quickly grown addicted to. 

It isn’t until the two of you realize that the train has come to a stop that you enter back into reality— that the world isn’t revolving around the two of you at this moment.

We have arrived, the intercom speaker announces. Thank you for attending the Love Train. We’ll give you two a moment to clean up before opening the door. Have a pleasant evening!

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This time around, you drop Annie to the airport. Planting a kiss against your lips before swinging the door open to be led out the gigantic building. You help her with her carry-on. Though she doesn’t need the assistance, you don’t want to leave her just yet. 

You’ve both come to the agreement that you’ll move to Germany after you graduate and your visa expires. Letting her fears go, Annie decides to take this chance with you and give it a shot. Pulling her carry-on luggage out of the trunk, you help her get checked before you’re joining her in the line for security. 

“You promise you’ll wait for me?” You’ve been trying to hold it in— the tears— but now, standing here inside the airport as she’s getting closer to leaving you, it was bound to escape. “Please promise me. Again.”

And caressing your face, wiping away your tears, it feels cheesy to do this in front of others, but Annie settles her anxiety with a kiss. “I promise. I never break my promises.”

You nod, trusting her every word. “I know, I just needed to hear you say it again.”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Annie’s eyes gloss. I love you. I meant it when I said I’ll try not to be someone you regret.”

At the sound of her words, it’s become easier to handle. Shutting your eyes as she’s the next in line, you pull away. “Whenever?”

“Whenever.”

TRANSLATIONS

1: Next semester starts tomorrow and I still don't know who my Biochemistry professor is. 2: Yeah, but I don’t want to come to Germany and sound like an idiot. I’m still traumatized by the first time I tried to speak German to you. 3: I'll try not to be someone you regret.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ! honestly, between this one and osamu, they're tied to my fave for this series four-part kinktober series. hope y'all liked this, though. send me some feedback please 🥺

"alright, so be honest, have either of you ever been on a blind date?" the director read off their cue card, crossing one leg over the other as they leaned back into their directors' chair.

"once," your partner revealed, his voice high-pitched and almost shrill. he sounded like a mouse on helium, the very opposite of what he might really sound like. you’d hope so atleast. “long time ago— obviously didn't end well given the lack of ring on my finger."

"never, i've never been on a blind date," you confessed, struggling to suppress a giggle at the sound of what must've been a chuckle coming from your partner. the microphone had altered his chuckle to that of a squeaky, almost spongebob-like laugh.

"okay so, if someone were to set you up on a real blind date, what would be your ideal activity?" the director questioned, flipping through their card set.

you leaned forward a bit in your chair to get possession of the microphone set in front of you. "i'm a very outdoorsy person," you licked your lips. "so i'd love to do anything related to nature so like hiking, kayaking, biking, swimming, stuff like that, ya know. i just love being in the sun."

"my kind of girl," your partner stated. you raised a hand to cover your mouth, stifling the laugh you were so desperate to let out. "i love a woman that doesn't mind gettin' her hands dirty."

"don't we all?" the director winked at you, smirking at the sight of your struggle to contain your obvious amusement. an assistant to your right handed you a water bottle which you eagerly accepted, taking a quick swig from it to drown out your laughs. the director then pointed you out, "so, tell me, have you always been a nature-lover?"

"um, yeah, i grew up near farmland so i was never afraid to get dirty," you confessed, closing the cap on your water bottle. you set the half-empty bottle down on the floor before leaning forward into the microphone. "loved rolling in the mud, walking around barefoot— my brothers and i had dirt bikes growing up and before dinner time my mom would have to hose us down in the backyard before we were allowed inside."

with the way the smile on the director's face grew brighter, it seemed that your partner may have liked your answer. "that's different," he responded. "haven't met many girls in the industry that like those sorts of things. maybe i'll have t' take you out on a real date after this, sweetheart."

"guess i'm not like other girls," you joked with a grin. you were growing desperate to see the person on the other side of the curtain. none of the questions had revealed much about either of you, leaving you still guessing about who you had been matched up with today.

"is there anything you'd like to share with your partner about your expectations for your date today? any kinks you'd want to explore? restrictions?" the director asked. you pondered over the question for a few seconds, yet, before you could even open your mouth to answer, your partner made a single comment.

"the mask stays on."

your eyes widened, shock settling like a blanket over you. there was only one person in the industry who was well-known for wearing a mask during shooting. he hid his identity behind it, refusing to submit to any contracts that required him to take the mask off, regardless of how many zeroes were behind the dollar sign.

"i, uh," you stuttered, skin growing hot beneath the warm white ring lights. you wore minimal clothes for the shoot, just a simple tennis skirt and a halter top. yet, even with the lack of clothing, you felt like your skin was on fire. "i love going with the flow, love passion— as long as they're able to keep up with me, i'll be happy."

your partner chuckled again, "i promise, sweetheart," his voice seemed to get closer to the microphone, a warm tingle growing between your thighs regardless of how high-pitched his voice was. "you'll be the one needin' t' keep up with me."

the director was grinning like a cheshire cat, visibly pleased that you and your partner already had chemistry brewing between you before the big reveal.

"okay, so let's take off the headsets you two," the director instructed as the staff began to prepare for the actual shoot to begin. butterflies swarmed your stomach, your feet glued to the ground as you removed your headset. "no talking, just hang the headsets on the microphone stands. and then, slowly come forward and meet your blind date."

it felt like you had been weighed down by lead, unable to bring yourself to move.

"don't be shy, love, i don't bite— much," you gulped at the reveal of your partner's true voice. even without seeing him face-to-face, your suspicions had already been confirmed.

you caught a glimpse of the back of his head before fully coming around the curtain, palms growing sweaty from nerves. you rubbed your hands against your tennis skirt, praying that the fabric would soak up your anxiety.

he was a lot larger in person than you had thought, the videos you had seen of his performances were unable to bring true justice to how tall and muscular he was. the black short-sleeve shirt he wore clung to every inch of his muscles, outlining the deep contours and curves of his physique while the black joggers he wore molded to his ass and calves.

his ash blonde hair was fashionably messy— the hair at the top of his head just long enough for you to grab and tug on while the back and sides were cut to be half an inch long. you wondered if his hair felt as soft as it looked.

"ghost?"

ghost turned his head around to face you, the corners of his eyes crinkling from the smile concealed behind his signature skull neck gaiter. the black cloth hid his lower face and neck, barely tucked over his nose but allowing you a full view of his upper face.

"hey there, sweetheart," his voice was rough, gravely— more so with the mask muffling his mouth. the set crew moved around you two, moving the curtain stand, chairs, and microphones out of the room.

ghost took a step closer to you, his full stature almost encompassing the entirety of your body. you resisted the urge to pull him in for a hug, your face growing hotter with each second that ticked by.

"do you two know each other?" the director questioned, giving silent directions to the cameraman to zoom in closer on you two.

you caught a quick glimpse over to the camera before ghost captured your chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding your eyes back up to his. saliva pooled into your mouth, being within just a few inches of his very presence was enough to short-circuit your brain.

"yes," you answered meekly, ghost's honey-brown eyes pouring into yours. you couldn't bring yourself to look away again, truly hypnotized by the intensity of his gaze. "i mean, not professionally but he's kind of the reason i got into porn in the first place."

ghost quirked an eyebrow, an amusing expression forming on his face. you wanted to bury your head in the sand. "i don't know why i just said that." you whispered to him.

"i've seen some of their stuff," ghost added, chuckling at your little statement. he broke eye contact with you to look over at the camera. "been dying to get my hands on this little minx since they came onto the scene a few months ago."

"ah, well, i’m happy i was able to bring you guys together. the bed over there is yours to use," the director commented, jutting their chin in the direction of the bed. ghost wrapped his other arm around your waist, pressing you hard up against him. you fought the urge to inhale his scent, the spice of his cologne almost intoxicating as it overwhelmed your senses. "and, we'll leave ya'll to it; have fun!"

it didn't take long before you and ghost were left alone, except for the few cameramen that lingered in the background. you didn't even notice them, ghost had truly captured and invaded every space within your mind.

“so, you got started because of me?” ghost teased, his hand on your waist trailing down to your ass. he slipped his hand beneath your skirt, warm hand cupping the fat of your ass cheeks. “got a crush on me or somethin', sweetheart?”

“mmm.. wouldn't you like t' know, huh?,” you rolled your eyes playfully, mustering up the little courage still lingering in your veins. ghost’s hand kneaded your ass like dough, your own hands finding their place to rest on his pectorals. “might retire after this shoot, only started so i’d get the chance to meet you.”

ghost’s head dipped down to meet you at eye level, your head tilting back to accommodate for the daunting height difference. you could feel his breath on your lips even through the cloth of his mask, the tip of his nose nudging against yours.

“you don’t want to do that, love,” ghost breathed out, his voice dropping an octave. your eyes fluttered closed, knees growing weak with anticipation. you wanted him to kiss you, even with the stupid mask on. “when else will i get another chance to use this pretty body.”

ghost pulled his face away from yours, his hands still lingering on your body. he then hoisted you up into his arms, biceps flexing and straining against the tight material of his compression shirt as he held you. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the cloth of your panties gluing themselves to your crotch with your dripping arousal.

you allowed ghost to guide you over to the bed, his hands massaging the underside of your ass cheeks before he laid you down on the edge of the bed. he kneeled down before you, your legs spreading far and wide to accommodate for his burly torso. with the aid of your lifted hips, ghost tugged your tennis skirt off, tossing the flimsy material off to the side before leaning forward to inhale your scent through your soiled thong.

his hands rubbed at the soft flesh of your inner thighs, nose nuzzling your cunt as he breathed your scent in deeply. you let out a soft gasp at the sensation, taken aback at how forward he was being.

here ghost was— your role model, your inspiration, burying his nose as deep as possible into your heat like a madman. you must’ve won the cosmic lottery by getting this opportunity to indulge in one of your favorite fantasies. all your prayers and negotiations had truly paid off.

your pussy lips tingled with each nudge to your clit, your breath hitching as he sucked at your throbbing nub through the mask, through your thong.

ghost was absolutely shameless as he stimulated your heat with his nose and tongue, your arousal forming a dark patch at the center of his mask. you let out a pathetic whine when ghost pulled away, the black of his pupils drowning out his brown irises. he didn’t waste a second to strip himself of his clothing, your greedy eyes devouring the attractive view in front of you.

after years of being in the industry and maintaining a rigorous diet, ghost had the body of a greek god. his muscles strained with each flex, skin tight and tantalizing with each of his movements. he propped a knee up on the edge of the bed, his erection curving up towards his abdomen and oozing thick pearls of precum.

“suck it,” he grunted the order and you didn’t hesitate to follow it. you yanked your own shirt off, leaving your body exposed in just your bra and underwear. you scrambled onto your hands and knees, his throbbing cock just millimeters away.

your mouth was watering, his cock presenting an image of anger. it was rock hard— precum drooling from its reddened head and down his veiny cock. you licked the palm of your hand before grabbing it at its base, a low hiss escaping through ghost’s teeth as you curled your fingers around his shaft.

you gave it a few slow, shallow pumps before capturing the head between your lips, the vibration of your hum eliciting another growl from the man. you hollowed your cheeks, giving your jaw enough time to accommodate his width as you slid his length into your mouth.

ghost grabbed the sides of your head, the blunt edges of his nails digging into your scalp as he guided your head up and down his cock. the pace was steady, applying light pressure to both your mouth and throat. his head dipped back, eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed, a series of low, desperate moans escaping from him every time his cock head hit the back of your throat.

his hips began to buck hard into your face, his body chasing the feeling of ecstasy you were willingly delivering. your eyes rolled into the back of your skull once he gained full control of the pace, heavy balls slapping against your chin, drool seeping from the sides of your mouth.

“fuck, sweetheart,” ghost rasped, slamming your mouth down onto him to the point your nose was pressed up against his pelvis. the light stubble of hair tickled your nostrils, your throat clenching hard around his cock as you struggled to suppress a gag. “such an eager little thing, aren’t ya? doin’ such a good job suckin’ this cock, sweetheart.”

ghost then stopped abruptly, retracting his cock from the depths of your throat. he inhaled a deep breath as you continued to stroke him, diving your head down to suck one of his balls into your mouth. you licked and sucked on his scrotum like a dog in heat, peering up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“stop stop,” he snapped at you, shoving your head and hands away with a light touch. you whined in protest, bottom lip jutting out as you sat back onto the balls of your feet. “sorry, love— just don’t wanna cum yet, sweetheart, i’d prefer t’ last a bit longer for ya.”

“on your back, love,” ghost placed his hands on your shoulders, easing you down to lay on your back as he climbed over you. thin globs of saliva and precum drooled onto you as his erection dragged across the skin of your thighs, poking at your puffy folds as he settled between your legs. he dragged his cock against your clothed crotch, growling at the harsh sensation of your panties against his sensitive shaft.

“holy fuck, you’re so pretty,” he whispered to you, his hips starting to buck into you faster. the stimulation to your clit made your toes curl, your legs hiked up to your chest. “tell me how much you want it, love— you’ve barely said anything since we started,”

“need it, ghost,” you mewled, raising your hips higher to meet his ruts against your cunt. the sensation made your head grow dizzy, your eyes barely able to focus on him. ghost’s hands hooked onto the back of your knees, spreading your legs further apart and forcing them harder into your chest.

“need your cock so bad— please, need more— need t’ feel you inside me,” you purred, struggling to keep your head up. “not enough, ghost, need ya t’ stretch me out—”

ever the gentleman, ghost released one of your legs to grab a nearby pillow, quickly helping you lift your head up to shove the pillow underneath you. the new support allowed you to get a proper view of ghost’s actions, his cock spreading your folds apart and forcing them out from the slim cover the thong provided. your panties were thoroughly soaked, a darker shade than they usually were due to the copious amount of arousal you were leaking.

your cunt clenched around empty space as ghost’s balls slapped against your ass cheeks, your back arching with each drag of his cock between your pussy lips.

“not enough, eh?” ghost tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at your little proclamation. “want me to stop? or, are ya gonna be a good girl and take what i’m given ya.”

his hips stilled, his hands finding a spot on your hips to pin you down to the bed. essentially preventing you from being able to raise your hips and grind your cunt on him. he found your desperation entertaining, the cheeky grin tugging at his lips concealed by his mask, the only obvious evidence of his amusement being the way his cheekbones raised and how the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“ghosttt, pleaseee, i’m a good girl— i promise,” you whined, cheeks puffing out. you fought the urge to cry, your body desperate to feel more of him. your clit throbbed with need, his cock head resting right above it, barely giving you the much needed stimulation and attention you were begging for. “just need youu so muchh— want you so bad— need you t’ move, ghost— i’ll be good, i promise i promise— i promise i’ll do better—”

“you’ll do better, eh?” he pushed your thong to the side, drawing loose circles around your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. he leaned in closer, casting a large shadow upon you, the warm ceiling lights casting an angelic aura around him. “you’re lucky i like you so much, sweetheart,”

the stretch of his cock invading you forced you into a state of delirium, your back arching into a crescent as he pushed past the tight ring of your cunt. he felt heavy inside you, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls until he was fully sheathed inside you. your walls clamped down on him— a moan rolling off his tongue as he allowed himself just a moment of peace between your legs.

“goddamn, love, need ya t’ relax— gonna have me cummin’ like a fuckin’ virgin with the way yer squeezin’ the life out of me,” ghost groaned, his cock dragging along your walls with each slow thrust into you. your wide eyes stared up at him, mouth agape from each moan and whimper you released. “stop it— don’t look at me like that, love, fucck— i can’t—”

ghost looked away from you, turning his head to the side. his jaw was tight, eyes squeezed shut. he couldn’t bring himself to look at you, not when you were looking up at him with such big, pretty eyes. he swore you were sent here to kill him, especially with the way your cunt was strangling him.

“sorry sorry,” you cried, the stimulation to your g-spot almost ripping a sob out of you. your eyelashes were heavy with tears, your legs aching from how long you had been in that position. it felt too good to move though. “ghost, pleasee— need ya t’ look at me, ghost, want ya t’ watch when i cream on yer cock— pleasepleaseplease—”

he couldn’t resist your plea, jaw tightening as he began to plow into you harder, his eyes narrowed into a frustrated expression. the bed jolted with each slam into you, your body hiking up against the mattress with each ruthless thrust. ghost was fucking you like he hated you; like you existed just for him to use you.

“ghosttt! g’na cum, g’na cum all over yer cock,” you screamed, voice high-pitched and needy. the moans drifted into groans, snarls, a primal urge brewing within you as he continued to fuck you like you owed him money. you and ghost were locked into an intense staring contact, his brown eyes burning holes into your frame. “just like that— yesyesyesyes—just like that, ghost— fuck, need ya t’ fill me up— wanna be drippin’ with your seed—”

“want it that bad, huh? keep moaning on my cock like that and i’ll give ya whateva ya want, love,” ghost leaned down, releasing your legs so he could rest his forearms on either side of your head. you both knew the cameras couldn’t get a good angle to capture either of your faces, not that you cared anyway. it was just you and him now.

your legs spread further apart, stretched out into a perfect v-shape, giving him an even better opportunity to kiss your cervix with his tip. his breaths were harsh, his eyes still trained on you as his abs clenched with his impending release.

“cum f’me, love, ya wanted me to watch so 'm watchin',” ghost pressed a kiss to your lips through the damp cloth of his mask, smothering the lower half of your face with your lingering essence. you lapped at his mouth with your tongue, his own desperately seeking yours out. “c’mon, sweetheart, cum.”

black spots flooded your vision, your squishy walls milking ghost’s cock as your release knocked the air out of your lungs. ghost rested his forehead against yours, licking his lips as he continued to rut his hips into you, struggling to keep his cock buried inside of you with the way your walls were threatening to reject him.

the filthy squelching of his cock driving into your cunt bounced off the walls, your clit swollen from the stimulation of his happy trail’s stubble grazing against it. one of ghost's hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly at the columns as he bucked his hips into you. he was growing desperate— the urge to fill you, to claim you, consuming him entirely.

his orgasm followed close after yours, a guttural groan filling the air and echoing through the room. ghost fisted the bed sheets with his other hand, cock twitching against your cervix as his thrusts slowed down to a halt. he then chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out of you and rolling over into the empty space next to you.

“fuck,” he sat upright, one of his legs propped up on the edge of the bed. he rested his forearm on his knee, cock shamelessly hanging out for all to see. “was not expecting that, best pussy i’ve ever had— type that makes me just wanna wife you up, love.”

you rolled over onto your side, propping your head up by the support of your elbow, resting your cheek upon your knuckles. “is that a promise, ghost?” you smirked up at him as a thick glob of his seed poured out of your cunt, staining your folds and thighs a semi-translucent white.

ghost stretched over to gather the glob with his fingers, rolling the liquid between his index finger, middle finger, and thumb. the camera crew was packing up around you, an indication that your time together had run up. it didn't seem like either of you was in a hurry; the tension between you was still heavy.

“how about a real date first, sweetheart, i know a nice place we can go hikin’ at,” ghost crept his fingers up your thigh, spreading your soaked folds apart before slipping a finger into you. he slowly began to thrust his finger in and out, another finger soon following as he curled his hand, hooking the two digits into your walls. fucking his cum right back into you.

Immediately, he thinks of the way you make moving wayward strands from his eyes look so tender and domestic. Could he say it's because his hair is the first thing you absentmindedly reach for when you want to keep your hands occupied in some way? And how he lets you toy with the strands, plaiting or twisting the locks into various sizes and styles while he works, then having to stifle a snort or quiet laugh when it tickles his ear.

How does he say it's really the way you'd loop your fingers through the strands after he's had a long day?

You'd be straddling his lap, his arms tight around your frame and his head on your shoulder. Your fingers would run through the strands, smoothing out whatever knots as best you can. Every so often they'd weave themselves in the strands closest to the root, and it always makes him shiver in anticipation.

Blunt nails would lightly scratch at his scalp and nape. It makes him grunt quietly as he sinks into the couch, yet try to push himself closer to you at the same time. Then your fingers would tighten and yank, forcing a startled but relieved groan from his throat. His hair spills from the spaces between your fingers as you bunch the locks in your fist. Your teeth find the column of his neck, and his answering keen was one he couldn't quite hide.

The blissful tugs are so hard they sting, so hard they swell his dick until it's almost painful. A whispered plea and you're quick to indulge him. With your free hand stroking his cock, the other is still in his hair, twisting his head to the side to suck a bruise into pale, perspiring, skin. His trembling digits sink into the fat of your thighs, grounding himself as the smarting pull had him arching his spine as if it were suddenly malleable.

Your lover would always end up with fluttering lashes, uttering a mouthful of curses when your thumb would swipe over his weeping slit, the same time you yank hard enough to tilt his head back. His Adams's apple bobs under your gloss slick lips, breath coming out in a shudder as you lave your tongue and nip your teeth across his throat.

His hips buck when you force his gaze back to you. But, he just couldn't stop his darkened and lidded eyes from rolling to the back of his skull when you started to fondle his balls, your other hand still gripping his now disheveled hair.

He surely couldn't tell his friend that he'd also miss the fact that his growing hair is the first thing you grab on to when he finds home between your legs.

When his warm tongue teases and laps at your arousal like he's dehydrated, you forget your restraint; completely disregards that there's a person attached to all the hair you're pulling, and he loves it. It makes him even greedier for you, that you got so caught up in the pleasure he's giving that you don't even realize the literal strands you've managed to pull from his scalp.

The sensation and thought had him grinding into your shared bed, his long, and pretty cock weeping pre that stains the expensive sheets a darker shade of blue. There's going to be a crick in his neck from how hard you pulled his hair to drag him in for a kiss. But, he supposes that's his fault for wanting to be a willing puppet, to let your loving hands manipulate his strings with an expert but tender grace.

When your hands grip his biceps, he's soothing you with a kiss to your forehead. When he starts bullying himself inside you, said hands find his hair again. The tip of his cock bumps your entrance, begging to be let into your warmth, and that was the night he realized your hole is the only thing tighter than your stabilizing grip on his hair. You're panting into his shoulder, teeth digging into already kiss bitten skin with a muffled whimper as he rolls his hips into a tentative thrust.

The pull of his hair and your sweet whines make him impatient, doesn't want to wait to sink inside you. It's a little like pulling teeth waiting for your wet heat to give, hurting you is the last thing he wants to do, but the soreness in his scalp makes his cock throb. The tingling at the base of his skull has him near whimpering as he fucks his leaky tip into your sopping hole, clenching up and making him shudder and bring your legs up, pressing them to your chest.

“Y/n likes it.” He finally answers, and it might be underwhelming, evident by the pout on his friend's face, but it's a safe deterrent from more questions. He doesn't feel like explaining that your pulling on his hair forces his release faster than anything, spilling his cum hot and heavy inside you, while his hair spills from the spaces between your fingers.

Like fresh milk, like liquid gold.

Your laughter calmed down, “ Sorry, Honey didn’t expect you to still kiss me while I’m doing my makeup, anyways what’s in that bag?”

Geto opened the bag and took out the costume in his hand, “ Got it just for you, like you asked.”

Gojo suddenly popped up behind him, “ With the courtesy of my help, of course.” Gojo pointed to his costume afterwards with a huge smile on his face, “ Guess who I am…” Satoru had on a white skull face mask on top of his white fluffy hair with green-army cargo pants and black combat boots to match. The black bulletproof vest hid his nipples well since he was shirtless. His green headphones sat on his neck as he smiled at you. Your vision of him dressing as Simon from COD came to life. You asked them to dress up this Halloween, so you wouldn’t be the only one dressing up tonight.

You couldn’t even get an answer out because of Geto rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, “ She knows already, dumbass. She’s the one who assigned these little costumes to all of us, did you forget already satoru?… nevermind don’t answer just get out so we can get dressed for this shit of a party.”

You laughed at Gojo whining about Geto being a hard ass and how he needs to lighten up on this special holiday. A holiday most don’t even consider to be a holiday. You started to blend in your makeup with your cheetah print robe on. Your Halloween costume was under the robe, so you really just had to wait for Geto to get dressed— luckily he showered before he left the house. Now you wait for him.

You heard him shuffling and moving on his side of the room away from the mirror. After the blending, you finished off the rest and lined your lips up prior to spraying on the setting spray.

You then got up and pulled out your pretty pink open toe platform heels. Slipping your feet into them— the robe following after revealing your custom made bunny costume with rhinestones on the edges and inner bunny ears. The vintage bunny costume was something you never saw yourself wearing until now. Such a beauty, thanks to the creator of them: Zelda Wynn Valdes, a black woman. Gotta love that for you.

Geto came out of the bathroom after brushing his hair in place, his long black hair flowing behind him with no shirt on and green cargo pants on. He put on a vest after, keeping it open for the cherry on top: black combat boots and a könig mask on top of his head. His pretty face was still visible for you and that’s enough.

You smiled at him and walked up to him with your tits jiggling with every step you took towards your man, “ You look so fucking good, but that’s not his full attire babe.”

He knew you were teasing him, so he smiled at you, “ And you look very, very delicious, can't wait to devour you tonight. Now give me a kiss, my pretty bunny.”

You almost squealed at his nickname but composed yourself when you heard a honk of a horn downstairs with a yell following afterward, “ Come on, love birds. Gotta party to get to and some ladies to meet!” Gojo only knew you two were ready because of Geto sending him a text telling him you two would be down stairs in two minutes once he was through getting dressed.

You sighed and grabbed your pink fur coat to wear over your outfit; about to put it on until Geto stopped you, “ Let everyone see what they can’t have. Want to show you off. Want you to show off” Your glossy lips stretched into a smile and you kissed him on his cheek letting the glossy lip print add to his look.

Suguru held up a white, short see-through robe with pink fur on the outline of it, the one you were supposed to wear with this costume, “ wear this one instead.”

You smiled and turned around so he could slip it on you. He then fixed your hair prior to grabbing your clutch— handing it to you. He watched you walk out with your heels clicking on the floor with every step you took. Geto was so lost in the way your legs looked in the white panty hose you wore with little rhinestones all over it. And your ass. Your ass looked so cute and plump with the bunny tail on the back of it. He was fucking lucky to have you. You may think tonight is everyone’s night, but Geto disagrees because tonight is all about you.

The transition to the house was fun, mainly because of Suguru playfully arguing with Satoru about any and everything. Their friendship was beautiful to you, so you just sat back in your seat and looked out the window. And because of that you didn’t notice either of them staring at you through the side of their eyes or in the rear view mirror.

Soon you three made your way into the club and looked around at everyone. You noticed people wearing all types of costumes: bananas, Frankenstein, cat suits, cheetah suits, bunny suits, playboy costumes like you, school girls, sailor men, sailor moon costumes, superheroes, manga villains, and etc. costumes. Wow they really went all out for this costume party satoru organized. Yes he showed up late to his own party at the big club you three were walking through now.

Geto held your hand as he brought you to the table a big group were at, one of them was a woman, your friend: Shoko. You slid into the booth beside her and hugged her.

“ You look so gorgeous, {reader}! Got questions for you, pretty girl. The first question is how did you get everyone to join in your get up with the costumes? I’ve tried since we were in college.”, Shoko yells over the loud music as she pours you a shot of rum to get your blood flowing for tonight.

You smiled at her, grabbing the shot glass in your pretty manicured hand, “ Can’t say, it’s a secret.”

Utahime heard you— now sitting next to Shoko on the other side of her— speaking up, “ what’s the secret of getting these knuckleheads besides Nanami and Hiromi to listen?”

Shoko looked over at the men, mostly Geto, Toji, and Gojo trying to get Nanami and Choso to drink. You chuckled at Choso pigtails and costume all together, he really dressed up as Garu from Pucca like you asked him. You then traveled your eyes to Nanami and shook your head letting out a little laugh, he was supposed to be Patrick Bateman but he just did his regular attire with a red dress shirt and zebra print tie. He didn’t even try, yet he still looked good.

You then turn your head to Utahime and smirked, “ They just do. Guys I don’t really control these men, they just do what I ask. Strangely without any objections.” Shoko and Utahime faces formed into tiny o’s of shock.

Shoko downed her drink- scrunching up her face afterwards. You laughed and downed your shot doing the same thing. Man, rum is not your kind of drink, where’s the { favorite drink} at.

“ You got all of them wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours, I think I know why. Your aura tells me why.”, Meimei said standing at the end of the table with her braid in front of her face, she was cat woman. Shoko was a sexy devil and Utahime was a pure Angel.

Your eyes rolled at her presence since you didn’t like the actions she did. And she did a lot of them. Other than that, you can’t be a hater, so you say she looks good to which she just smiled at you and spoke to Shoko.

Shoko had a cigarette hanging off her mouth as she spoke to Mei mei, “ What do you know? Spill because there has to be some answer to how they all dressed up this year.”

You tuned them out as you eyed Shiu, who was dressed as ghost face from scream, from across the big space you all were stationed at in the V.I.P. Session. The mask on his head was positioned to the side of his face, he had small leaks of blood on his mask, face, and neck— you couldn’t tell if it was real blood or fake blood, knowing him he never got his hands dirty so it may be fake. As he was eyeing you, you noticed his rings on his hand illuminated from the disco ball light on the ceiling.

He was staring into your eyes as he took a long drag out his cigarette, the burn in his lungs wasn’t even bothering him as he kept his eyes and mind filled with you as the vision, besides he was used to the feeling. He has wanted you since he got introduced to you. He and Toji talked about you in more ways you couldn’t even imagine. You were a cutie to him and he wanted to feel your thick thighs clenching onto his head as he teased your pussy throughout day and night. “Geto don’t know how to handle a woman like that” was Toji saying to him whenever they talked about you in almost all of their conversations with just the two of them and he agreed with Toji everytime.

You broke eye contact when Geto came into his view, bending down to give you a kiss on your lips in front of everyone without a care in the world. He meant it when he wanted to show you off tonight. This was only the beginning though.

You broke the kiss and tilted your head at him in wonder of why he did that so abruptly. He suddenly grabbed your hand and walked you to the bar to get another drink, “ Are you enjoying yourself, pretty girl?”

You didn’t know why he asked that question since you both got here 25 minutes ago. His question had a tone you couldn’t comprehend especially when you’re beginning to feel a little dazed. You were a fucking lightweight when it came to drinking and hated it because your fun would have to end early every single time. Too afraid to go past your limit in fear of acting too out of character.

“ Sugu, what’s wrong? Why are you asking me that?”, you asked prior to taking two shots. He took two shots as well and let out a noise following the second one, kinda like a loud grunt.

“ You know why? Want to make sure you are alright because I didn’t like the way you two held eye contact with each other and thought he made you uncomfortable. Did he?”, Geto asks referring to Shiu eye-fucking you.

You laughed at how serious he sounded without meaning to, “ Honey, you’re jealousy is screaming right now.” You laughed again after that statement and grabbed his hand that was placed on the bar, “ You, mister, have nothing to worry about. He’s not the one I want. I want y-”

Geto turned to you with an expression you couldn’t figure out, “ do you think I haven’t noticed the exchanges you’ve had with everyone over these past couple of months. The hand touching with Satoru, flirting with Choso and touching his hair whenever he lets you.” He turned his body fully to you and opened his legs to pull you in between them by your robe, “ the eye fucking with Shiu, bantering with Toji over stupid and small things, the doe eyes of seduction at Nanami whenever he spoke to you, the batting eyelashes at Hiromi, and finally the giggles with Atsuya. Let’s not forget to mention the arguing with Naoya, teasing with Ijichi, and the explanations of lust with Kashimo.”

As he named all of them he continued with descriptions of you giving slow blinks to Shoko and the seductive smiles at Utahime. What a little sly fox you were. He leaned closer to your ear to whisper, “ what a little slut I’ve got on my hands, am I right? A slut who needs to be torn apart. Let me tear you apart by fucking you in the VIP rooms no one is allowed in. Let us tear you apart.”

You gulped and stared at him, music blocking out and you were now just staring into his chocolate brown eyes. Geto hands found their way up your body, tracing over the curves, humps, or rolls on your body making his way to your tits to enclose his hands, well try to enclose his hand around them.

Your mouth kept closing and opening like a fish— mind was gone. Too gone that you didn’t feel a presence behind you as you kept staring at Geto eyes. Geto started to play with your star-shaped diamond necklace in between your breasts, “ All you have to do is say the word and I could have this organized, darling. Your word against mine. Tonight is all about you.”

You gather up some spit from your dried up throat and slowly nod your head. Geto looked behind your shoulders and signaled Gojo to wrap his new black blindfold over your eyes. You were about to panic until you felt lips on your lips and then Geto’s voice followed afterwards, “ Relax, my pretty Angel. Grab my hand and let me guide you.”

You felt him grab your left hand and then felt him, no… someone else grabbed your right hand causing you to slightly jerk away. Gojo almost burst out laughing at the way you scooted closer to Geto in fear of another person grabbing your hand.

Geto squeezed your hand in reassurance, “ Trust me, darling.” You nodded and reached your hand out in front of you thinking that the person was in front of you now. Gojo was in front of you but was still beside you, so he grabbed your hand into his big, calloused hand. You tried to guess who hand you were holding the entire time you were guided in between Suguru and Satoru, gaining looks from curious and judging people around you all. It looked so suspicious and eye-catching from the bystanders point of view, Suguru thought you were lucky because you couldn’t see the people staring at them.

They were glad they made it to the room with multiple footsteps following behind. You couldn’t hear them because of the music still blaring loudly in the background because of the door being open. Soon, you heard the door shut and felt the robe on your body get taken off you. The sharp gasps and inhales were heard before you and you wanted to take off the semi-tight blind fold to see where the noises came from. The silence was awkward yet it intrigued you.

You gasp when you feel a rough, thick fingers being wrapped around your chest area and a voice following, “ You’re shaking pretty baby” That voice belongs to Gojo Satoru, the man you and Geto admired. Chuckles were heard around you and it was driving you crazy that you couldn’t figure out who was in this room with you.

“ Scared? Don’t be, doll.”, Toji's voice was heard from the right side of you, it sounded like he was a few feet away from you.

“ I don’t think you saying that is helping, let me.”, Nanami says, coming up behind you. You tried to turn your head to him as if you could look at him through the blindfold.

This action made Suguru grip on your jaw tightened, “ Keep your eyes forward, darling.”

Atsuya was next to talk as he sat on the arm of the couch with a cigarette in his mouth, “ Yeah it’s not like you could see anyways so keep ya pretty head forward, will ya?” You were about to respond to him until you felt your body begin to get tighter around your arms that was stuck to your side by this thing wrapped around you. It was a rope most likely especially from the way it felt against your body. They finished tying you up and you only knew because of the taps they each gave you in your thighs. Your boobs were pushed up even more and your stomach enhanced even more from the way Suguru and Satoru tied up the top half of your body.

You soon felt a hand trace over the rough rope wrapped around your body causing your breath to get caught up in your throat. Nanami stood behind you with his body pressed into your back and his print on your bunny tail, heavy and thick. His lips touched the shell of your ear and your body was now visibly shaking before him, “ feel that? Feel our bodies touching… so warm together, now think of something warm. What makes you feel warm? Summer, bodies sitting next to each other, laying on top of each other, or a warm day in winter? Tell me, cupcake.”

Nanami then grabbed your tummy that was hidden by the vintage bunny suit you still had on, pulling your body further into him— giving you a hint towards your answer. You cleared your throat and answered his questions, “ Bodies next or on top of each other makes me warm, why?”

Nanami smiled at you and took off his jacket from behind you as Geto still stood in front of you admiring you from head to toe. He wasn’t even paying attention to the conversations, hell majority of them weren't due to how amazing your body looked in shibari ropes.

“ Easing your mind, my little cupcake. It worked because you’re not shaking anymore. Nervous anymore. Most of all..”, Nanami says, trailing off with a kiss to your ear lobe.

Hiromi chimed in on the side of you and Nanami, further away from you two though, “ You’re comfortable with us now. Not a timid little girl in front of the pack of wolves anymore. Now let us take care of you.”

You finally let your head fall back onto Nanami’s shoulder as he traced little circles on the side of your thighs as he looked at Geto with a knowledgeable look. Geto and Gojo helped you out of your heels, putting them to the side. Your feet felt so cold through your panty hose you had on. Your feet were swept off the floor as Nanami walked you to the couch in his arms. His arms felt so huge around your stomach, you wanted to feel them but couldn’t because of your hands being tied to your sides.

He turned you around to him before gently sitting you on the couch in view of every man in this room with you. You were the star of the show and the apple of everyone’s eye. They watched your chest rise up and down, slow and erotically. Your lips were plumped and looked ready to accept any cock.

Geto smirked at his beautiful piece of art he managed to get in his arms, “ She’s all yours.” He was talking to everyone in that room and everyone knew he was serious about this. He was treating you like he was pimping you out and somehow it turned you on even more. He was letting other men use his woman in front of him. God, he was so perfect for you because this was your darkest desire for a minute.

Only part you worried about is if he’s going to look at you like you’re his treasure after tonight. Stupid mind of yours because of course he’s gonna still be in love with you after all, this was his idea from the start.

Toji was the first one up with his Jason mask on his head like a hat, “ Gonna need your warm mouth to warm me up like the good little slut Geto gloats about. You can do that right?” His boots were placed on the sides of your body and his crotch was in your face. Boots creasing into the luxurious, leather couch with no care in the world. He needed your mouth wrapped around his cock.

You could feel multiple eyes on you as you heard a zipper being unzipped and a hard object hitting the top of your head. You gasped as Toji laughed at your scrunched up eyebrows as a reaction to hit cock lying on your head, hard and ready to be sucked.

Everyone was indeed staring at you but somehow his gaze was more crucial than the rest. He pushed your head back so it’s against the couch, “ Open wide for me, doll.” You opened your mouth in a beautiful little o making him smirk,“ Now suck my dick like a good little dolly and I may reward you.” You tried to move your head forward to grab his dick in between your needy lips but it’s like he wasn’t near you.

Toji was playing a game with you as he moved back when your mouth neared the head of his cock. He darkly chuckled at your pathetic attempt to get him inside of your mouth again. Toji put two hands on the couch behind your head and leaned his hips back when you almost caught his tip inside of your mouth, “ Such a needy little whore. You want my cock that bad.”

You wanted to cry so bad because your pussy was beginning to ache because of his words and teasing actions, let alone the feeling of being watched. It was all too much for you that you were starting to get irritated and most of them could see it.

Choso came forward with the lingering of your temptations all around him, guiding him to get on his knees in front of your body squirming in frustration because Toji was still playing his little game with you. You stop moving and squirming when you feel big hands closing on your thighs as they pried them open.

You stupidly looked down and your hair got yanked back as a result of your curiosity with a dick pushed deep into your throat in sequence and consequence. Toji’s cock created a bulge in your throat— you tried to catch your breath but couldn’t because you soon felt the opening of your costume and panty hose be ripped open letting the fresh air hit your glistening pussy.

“ Fucking vixen you are, a commando slut. Hurry up, Choso I want a turn.”, You heard Shiu say in a low, gruff voice. You automatically knew he was either jerking off or just really thirsty for you. Meanwhile, Toji was fucking your face with neediness and dominance in one.

“ Fuck, your fuc-hahh.”, Toji moaned as your jaw locked in on him like he was in a Venus fly trap. Your hollow cheeks looked so pretty in his view, if only everyone could see how pretty you looked with his cock in your mouth.

Toji pulled out of your mouth just in time for Choso to spit on your pussy— marking himself on your body. Choso spit felt so warm on your cold pussy. Your pussy was cold from the air, which made you clench onto air. Choso used two fingers to spread your pussy apart, his thick and pierced tongue licked a stripe of your pussy causing you to moan.

All of them grunted, moaned, or cursed from hearing your moan.

You whimpered, “ Please— fuck my face.” Your whimpered out words were heard around the room and Toji definitely took that into consideration, so he pressed your head back into the couch and snapped his hips into your face, balls slapping your chin as he started to fuck your face with no mercy for your throat.

The sounds of balls slapping a wet chin along with gags and gargles filled the room. Toji's eyes were rolled to the back of his head as his dick moved in and out of your smooth, wet mouth faster. Spit bubbles were starting to form on his cock due to the gargles you were producing from trying to moan at the feeling of Choso’s tongue ring twirling around your clit.

“ Choso, do take in mind that my Angel likes her pussy to be eaten messily. She’s such a whore like that so whenever someone doesn’t eat her out messily, she gets whiny and starts to squirm like she’s trying to do right now.”, Geto pointed to her when Choso stopped what he was doing to look at him. Choso looked back at your body. You looked like an actual whore squirming around with your clothes torn and spit dripping down your body from your mouth getting fucked.

Choso nodded and wrapped his hands around your thighs, well trying to fit his hand around them. He moved closer to your wet pussy and smirked to himself. He thought she was really pretty. Your pussy is like a piece of candy he saw at the top shelf of the candy store, pricey with pretty packaging now he gets to taste it. Your vision was starting to go black from how hard Toji was hitting the back of your throat and you were close to falling into conscious, but Choso’s face in your cunt woke you out of slipping into unconsciousness. Your gags were getting louder because of Choso flicking his tongue over your clit. The motion of his tongue was what you needed.

You tried to reach for his hair but the rope and Toji’s thrust was stopping you from doing anything, so all you could do is close your thighs around his head, eventually taking Choso to heaven because he dreamed of this and so has Shiu who was watching closely.

Gojo was palming himself inside of his camouflage pants letting out little whimpers here and there at you being used by two men. Nanami sat with his hands on his face, leaning over with his elbows on both of his knees watching the show in front of him. His hard on was pumping and was starting to hurt, but he can wait his turn. Hiromi, however, could not wait and neither could Atsuya. They needed to feel your hands on them some way or get their hands on you, doesn’t matter.

Geto was too busy setting up the camera on his camera to take care of his hard on inside of his green pants. He tried too hard to ignore the sounds of your gags and moans as they both took care of you.

Toji thrusted into your mouth two more times before pulling out— a string of saliva was dispersing off his cock from how much saliva you had in your warm toaster of a mouth. Toji was holding his wet cock in his hand in order to stop himself from cumming inside of your mouth and wasting his opportunity of cumming anywhere else on your body. Toji then gathered the spit lathered on his cock up into his hand just to smear it on and around your lips making you even more messier.

Your licked around your lips to taste what he put on your lips, your moans followed loudly with clarity to the men in the room. You were desperately moving your body up and down Choso’s thick tongue inside of your pussy like a dick fucking into you. His slurping sounds were loud and the spit forming all over your pussy and his face was turning you and him on a lot more now. Choso let go of one of your thighs to palm his bulge inside of his pants, he needed to be inside of you.

The curl of his tongue inside of you was enough for you to lift the upper half of your body off the couch with desperate whines following, “ Fuck meeee, I need more. Mmmphh!” You couldn’t believe how whiny you were sounding but when you have a fat tongue inside of your pussy and a silver ball attached to it, anything can happen.

Choso did one more circle of his tongue around the insides of your pussy before dragging his tongue up your pussy to your clit, sucking on it with loud noises following. His moans on your pussy as he ate you out were so pretty to you and you were close.

He knew you were because of how your body started shaking and your hips dragging up and down more desperately. Choso moved a little to let Shiu hurry and take his place once he moved.

Choso sucked on your clit one last time causing you to moan loudly at the abuse he was doing to your clit.

You felt his mouth detach from your clit and felt another person's mouth on your pussy. His tongue was more rough and sloppy than Choso’s, way more sloppy. You tried to sit up, yet the person didn’t let you because he held your stomach down with one hand whilst his other hand moved to the opening of your pussy. His fingers pushed inside of you causing you to open your mouth letting out a moan so pretty that Geto was glad he caught it on camera so he could jerk off to it later.

While Shiu was devouring your pussy with his long tongue and thick lips, you felt two other presences on the side of you. They both helped pull down the top of your costume just below your tits. Nanami eyed your tits with lust, lust that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was a preserved man and didn’t focus on getting his dick wet like the rest of these men. So it was only you that was on his mind, in his view, everything. He now understood why Geto was obsessed with you when he looked back up at your face. Face of an Angel being pleasured by demons of lust.

He watched the way your throat moved when you let out little whimpers and moans at Shiu eating your pussy like a starved man. He loved hearing you moan out names too, one day he’ll get you to moan his name all night long if Geto lets him have you.

Meanwhile, Hiromi loved the sight of your tits and needed to see them with whip cream on them, so he grabbed some out of the little frigerator on the far side of the room. Geto was a genius for this one little thing. Hiromi came back and sprayed some whip cream on your right tit causing you to whimper at the coldness of the cream. Hiromi threw the can behind him and licked off all the whip cream off your tit, cleaning up every last bit of it before sucking on it. For someone dressing up as a priest, he sure is acting in sin right now.

Nanami could hear the sucking sounds coming from Hiromi on the other side of him and the slurping from Shiu down below. It was only right he joined and he did by taking your other nipple in his mouth. Nanami’s mouth was attached to your pretty nipples and his tongue was swirling around your nipples as his mouth was attached, adding on to the pleasure you were receiving.

Your head was thrown back on the couch, you were feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and needed to touch any of the three men attacking your body with their lips, “ mmmph, this fe-eels sooo good.”

Hiromi loved the sound of your voice crying out in pleasure. He wished he could capture the way your face transforms with different expressions especially when he grazed your nipples with his teeth on purpose. Your boob felt so heavy in his hand and he was in love with them. Wanted to suffocate in them if he got the chance. Hiromi’s hand traveled down to your stomach, squeezing it causing you to gasp.

The feeling of being squeezed, licked, and sucked on by all three men was beginning to stimulate you. As soon as Shiu warm, wet mouth planted itself on your clit with his tongue spelling something you couldn’t even comprehend because your mind was too stimulated, your head crashed into the couch again and your body thrashed around in desperation to get away.

Your moans were soon captured with Gojo’s lips as he kissed you whilst leaning over the couch to capture your lips in an upside down kiss.

“ atta girl! she’s a fucking squirter. I called it.”, Toji says like a proud scientist presenting his latest discovery. He was sitting on the couch before you four and watched as Shiu tried to capture all of your squirt in his mouth.

Geto rolled his eyes at Atsuya pulling out a 20 dollar bill to give to Toji.

Atsuya scoffed as he saw Toji hand in a gimme motion, “ You’re lucky this time. Don’t forget that you still owe me 10 dollars because of her costume choice.”

The slurping and muffled screams stopped as you came down from your high. As Atsuya was giving over his 20 dollars, Shiu was detaching his lips from your jumping clit. He smirked at your pussy crying for him, “ You did so well, bunny. Such a pretty pussy you have.”

You whimpered as Gojo tongue explored your mouth, sloppily licking around your mouth with his tongue. He wanted more of you, needed more. Nanami and Hiromi both let go of your nipples with a string of saliva left behind as they released your nipples out of their wet mouths.

Surprisingly your nipples were still hard but this time covered with saliva. Their saliva. They couldn’t wait to fuck you like their little slut. There’s a reason why these two men are preserved and to look like they’re stressed out all the time. They don’t release their frustration anywhere, so tonight’s the night they will. All thanks to you.

Gojo planted one last kiss on your plump and bruised lips. Bruised from his kissing is the best kind. He was magnificent at kissing, sloppy but beautiful. Everyone started to back up as Geto came forward with a smirk on his face as he watched your body move up and down. You were helplessly tied up right now and he knew you liked it that way. Too bad it’s gonna end right now.

He took off the ropes after a few twists and pulls. Once you felt the ropes come off your body, you felt sad and relieved. Following after was the blindfold on your eyes. As soon as they came off, your eyes squinted because of the light above you. Once you regained your vision back, your eyes moved to in front of you and you shyly looked down again. You couldn’t help but to do that because having this many sexy men in the room with you was too much.

Geto footsteps were heard as he walked around the couch in the back of you. He chuckled, pulling your chin up to face the men who looked at you like you were a little red riding hood and they were the wolves waiting for your next move.

“ Come on, Angel. Don’t get shy now. Actually, when have you ever got shy, is this because these are the men you’ve been slutting yourself out to even when I’m standing right there with you?”, Geto asked from above you since he was still standing behind you but now leaning down a little to stare at your head and face.

Your lips puckered and your right leg started to shake up and down, this time Choso took note of this because he knows how it feels to be nervous. So he insists, “ Suguru maybe blind fold her again, she’s too sh—”

Geto shook his head, “ No, she’s just fine. She isn’t shaking because of anxiety Choso, nooo. She’s shaking her leg in impatience. She’s a sly fox who gets everyone to believe she’s shy, innocent, and so forth but nooo she’s a dirty slut on the inside and now on the outside. Show them how much of a devilish whore you can be, Angel.”

It's like something in you snapped when he pointed that out, like he put a battery in your back to energize you up. You opened up your mouth to speak, “ I want all of you, right here and now. Fuck me.”

Those words set fire to all the men around you. Men in different costumes: ghost face, Simon ‘ghost’, könig, Jason, a priest, a supposed Patrick Bateman, Garu, and a security guard. All for you.

Toji came over to lift you up and you gladly wrapped your legs around him, “ fuck, doll. Your pussy caused that, look down.” You looked to the side and down at the big wet stain on the couch with a smile on your face. Toji kissed your neck as he still held you up in his arms not caring how much you weighed, “ Thank you for proving that asshole wrong now lemme give you my award.”

Toji walked backwards to the couch opposite of the one you were on and landed on the couch with you on top of him. Your bare pussy was on top of his pants that had the zipper open. Toji couldn’t wait to be inside of you so he took out his hard cock and you lifted up to sink right back down taking half of him inside before stopping when you couldn’t take anymore, “ Mmmm, I can’t take anymore, Toji. Let me ride like this.”

Toji's eyes narrowed, “ You think you got the upper hand here?” He smacked your ass right as Gojo chuckled from behind you, “ I think she thinks she has the upper hand, how foolish of you, pretty baby.”

Gojo’s big hands came down on your shoulders and Toji’s big hands enclosed themselves on your love handles with some of your tummy spilling over his hand. They both helped you take all of Toji’s cock watching as you whimpered at the feeling of being stuffed full in your pussy.

Toji’s groan was ruff but pretty, “ just like that, now you’re full of me, hope you enjoyed the last of your breath because it’s about to be taken in three, two, on-”

Your head suddenly got dragged to the side of Toji’s head to Shiu’s cock. Shiu’s cock smelled so good and looked like he tasted so good. You wanted him in your mouth so bad. In the back of your mind, you were honestly surprised that a man besides Suguru dick smelled good and natural.

Your mouth watered and just as it did he shoved you down on his cock with a loud guck sound following. He was about to brutally fuck your throat and you were gonna love every second of it. Meanwhile, Toji was slowly moving inside of you, teasing your pretty cunt. A cunt that was sucking his dick in. “ Such a tight, needy cumt you have”.

“ Hey, Suguru, pass the lube over here. Need to prep her before she takes it up the ass like a good girl right?” The way he stretched the “right” sent your pussy fluttering around Toji’s cock. Your eyes widened when you felt the rest of your panty hose from behind get ripped by Gojo’s hand.

Shui’s head was thrown back as you gagged on his cock eagerly, “ She takes cock like a pro, fuck ye-uughhh.” He was an undercover moaner, perfect for you as you slurped on his cock.

Gojo slapped your ass prior to dripping the lube he got from Suguru on your other hole. The cold liquid felt so good dripping down your hole and soon his finger rubbing in circles felt the same way. Nanami couldn’t wait any longer and neither could Kukasabe, so they both dropped their pants to get handjobs from you. You took Nanami’s cock in your hand as he stood next to Shiu whose head was thrown back in bliss.

Your head started to bob up and down even faster and once you started to move your head in a circular motion, Shiu was done for. Nanami looked over at him and chuckled at how his eyes crossed from the head you were giving to him. His chuckling stopped when your hand started to tighten on his cock as you stroked him up and down.

Atsuya guided your other hand to his cock, you so eagerly took in your hand— stroking him at the same pace you were stroking Nanami. Both of their heads flew back as they let out low groans or moans at the way your hand was working their cocks.

Gojo was focused on the way your hole took in his finger as your loud moans were vibrating off Shiu’s cock. “ Such a cute little hole, you’re telling me you’ve been keeping this all to yourself Suguru.”

Choso hissed as he stroked his cock to the scene in front of him. You were being used and it was only going to get better from here.

Geto shrugged his shoulders and Hiromi scoffed, “ a selfish man indeed.”

“ oh shut up, you would keep her to yourself as well if she looked how my Angel looks.”, Geto throws out while you were getting your pussy spilt open and fucked perfectly. Gojo needed to get a fill of your pussy and ass, in response he slid his finger in and out your ass opening it up for him. Once he saw you relax, he unzipped his zipper and pulled his dick out to lay it against your ass.

Nanami started to fuck into your hand and Gojo saw and wanted to poke fun at the man like he always do, “ Her hand must feel good to have someone like you fuck it. Her pretty fingers are getting you off aren’t they? How long has it b-”

“ Shut the hell up, I don’t need to hear your voice when all we should be- aahhh- hearing her moans. Let the lady get her spotlight.”, Nanami speaks out as he suppressed his moans when your hand started to twist around his cock.

Gojo threw his hands up as the rest of the men chuckled, “ you’ll hear her moaning in a moment, Nanami.” Gojo pushed his thick cock into your pussy cussing you to release Shiu’s cock from your mouth letting out a loud moan. Gojo looked up at Nanami with a smug look, “Like right now”.

“ Aughh- aaahhh it hurts. It hurts.”, you moaned in pain. Gojo kissed the back of your shoulder while Toji licked your chest as he stilled for a moment to let you and Gojo adjust.”

“ Shhh I know, I know. I can stop if you want, say the word and you got it, strawberry pearl.”, Gojo whispered in your ear as he dick now pulsed inside of you.

Your teeth bit your bottom lip in reaction to both dicks being inside of you. You wanted to cominute so you didn’t say anything, just wiggled to get more of him inside. Gojo smiled and started to move inside of you slowly. Toji smacked your ass, “ Hold still f’us doll. Need to get all the way Inside.” You did as he said and moaned at how they both rubbed your insides just right. You felt like you could feel every vein on their dicks.

Shiu shoved your head back on his cock, holding onto your head as he fucked into your mouth, hard and fast. Your arms were starting to get tired so Nanami helped guide your hand up and down his length as he thrusted in and out of your hand at a fast pace. As opposed to Atsuya who just sat back and let you do all the work, such a gentleman.

Toji waited until Gojo was all the way in before he gave him a head nod. Gojo held onto your love handles or hips tightly digging his nails into you as he started to pound inside of you. As he moved in, Toji moved out and this repeated. Both snapping their hips into you almost tearing you apart and surprisingly, it's like you wanted them to do it too.

“ Atta girl, mouth full of cock just like your pussy.”, Gojo taunts as he shrugged off his vest leaving him in only his green camouflage pants and boots. He fucked you with his Simon mask on his head. You wished he had it on his face.

“ Can’t wait to gape her pretty little ass like the slutty little doll she is told to be. Such a pretty slut taking our cocks like this.”, Toji says with a grunt at the end when you start to tighten with both of them inside of you—pushing their cocks together like two thick sticks laying on top of each other because of the rainstorm.

Your throat felt like it was being poked fast everytime Shiu snapped his hips into you. Nanami started to jerk your throat with his large hand that had his watch on his wrist. Shiu almost felt like he was going to pass out if Nanami did it even faster. Fuck this was so unexpected and hot. “ Shit. Shit. Shit. If you both keep fucking, aahh.” Nanami didn’t know what came over him when he did that. He just saw the bulge in your throat and wanted to touch it. If Shiu can get a bulge in your throat then he damn sure can as well, maybe even longer than his.

You felt liquid squirt on your hand from the left side of you. Atsuya couldn’t take seeing you do to work on everyone’s cocks like a pornstar he was obsessed with. He came before everyone and knew he was gonna be the laughing stock of the future get togethers they have but if cumming in your hand was the price then he’ll gladly let them laugh it up, “ Fuck sweetheart, such a good little hand you have there.”

Your mouth was getting tired and so was your hands. Nanami felt it so he snatched his cock out of your hands at the same time as Shiu snatched his cock out of your mouth with a loud gasp from you.

Nanami held your hair up balled into a ponytail to admire your face and Shiu let out a deep breath wiping the spit off your mouth just to put it back into your open mouth.

“ So fucking pretty”., Shiu exclaims.

“ Yeah she’s very beautiful in this view”., Nanami agrees.

Your eyes were beginning to water from Toji and Gojo fucking into you, “ mmhhh, it feels soooo good. I don’t think I can tak— oohhhh.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when they both swirled their hips as they pounded inside of your sloppy cunt. You let go just then the and there by squirting on both of their dicks causing both to pull out just enough to let it all out.

“ Damn, her pussy is too fucking perfect. She squirting on me so prettily, should’ve made the bet with you, old man.”, Gojo moans as he moves in and out of your squirting pussy.

Toji got irritated at the insult Gojo gave him because he wasn’t old, which made him take his anger out on your poor pussy. He scooted a bit lower, just enough to fuck into you at a different pace Gojo was going— mixing up your insides like you never had it

“ Fuck off, Satoru. Now back to you little doll, how do you like that pussy getting abused by my cock. After all it’s my dick that made you squirt right?”, Toji ended his question with a slap to your ass causing you to jerk forward with a cry of pain and pleasure mixed.

You couldn’t even answer because your eyes were starting to cloud with tears and your head was filled with nothingness. It was a scary and horny feeling. Satoru grabbed your stomach as Nanami and Atsuya massaged your tits with their big hands. You were feeling pleasure and touched all around.

So much that you started to cream around their dicks making them slide in and out of you a little more easier. Once satoru saw this, he laughed, “ oh look at how she’s creaming on our dick Toji, we both know I added to that one, let’s call it how it is.”

Gojo’s hands gripped your tummy and his chest was now connected to your back, “ Awnnn it’s a weak spot for you, isn’t it? Having your stomach touched or gripped is your weakness, yeah. Let’s see how long you last, pretty baby.”

Geto was enjoying the scenery so much that he was edging himself like he usually does when you’re off on vacation or doing something else, away from him.

Gojo bites your shoulder as he pounded into you, flowing in sync with Toji.

“ uuuhnnn, it’s coming. M’cummin. M’cummin. M’cummin!!”, You screamed out before Shiu stuck his finger in your mouth. They all watched how you shake on Gojo’s and Toji’s dick in your cunt. Gojo pulled out just in time before he was about to cum inside of you. Ultimately, stopping himself from cumming.

Toji kept fucking you through your orgasm causing you to open your mouth in a silent O with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It was beginning to be too much for you and you were starting to see black.

Geto sighed and came up from behind you after Gojo patted him on the back walking away afterwards. “ The joys of having a slut like this one. You could fuck her until she says the magic word. Our magic word, isn’t that right, Angel?”

You nodded like you were being mind controlled to nod your head. Toji pulled out of you and was about to cum on your stomach, but Geto put his finger on his hole stopping him from cumming, “ Wait until the end, Toji. Save the best part for last. He looked at the men in front of him and then turned to them behind him, “ This goes for all of you. Want to see this pretty little slut covered in cum, preferably similar to a canvas, my beautiful art in the end.”

Toji's head rolled when geto stopped his cum from flowing out, he liked being edged even when he never did that at all until now. He just couldn’t believe Geto had the audacity to touch his dick and stop him from cumming. Such a vile man.

Toji scoffed and lifted you up to place you back down on the couch, he looked at Geto with a scowl, “ Boner kill.”

Geto gave him a close eyed smile before picking you up in bridal format to walk you where Gojo laid on the pool table— by the wall. “ Take her ass and I’ll take her pussy. The rest can join but this pussy is mine for the rest of the night. She’s been too naughty.”

Your eyelashes were falling off because of how much you were crying and your mascara was running down your face. Geto smiled when he saw your reaction to Gojo slowly moving past your tight ring of muscle with closed eyes. He moaned as he slipped inside of you, “ Ssss’ good. So good. Fucking perfect little ass you got on you.”

“ Hear that, Angel. Gojo thinks the ass that I fucked in the past is perfect. And indeed, he is right. Your ass is perfect but not as perfect as your, Geto moved to squat on the table to line himself up against your pussy and when he slammed himself inside he moaned at your pussy instantly gripping onto him, Pussy.” He finished off his sentence with another moan escaping his throat.

They both moved in sync with your cries and pleas in the background. Geto threw his head back when the tip of his thick cock started to kiss your cervix repeatedly with a string of wetness in between his tip and your cervix each time he thrusted in and out.

The rest of the men got up and circled around the three. Toji hopped on the table to get on his knees beside your head, “ come on, doll, my dick is lonely without your hand.”

Choso stayed by your feet that was wrapped up in your white panty-hose, he needed to feel your feet on his dick, so he grabbed your feet and connected his dick to the soles of them fucking himself on your feet. It felt so different and good to you that you just let him. Foreign feeling indeed. What’s even more foreign was his pretty whimpers following, “ fuck. Fu-Uhh.”

Atsuya bent your leg to slide his lube up cock in between your calves and thighs, muffling his moan with a bite of his lips, “ Mmmmph.”

You then felt your tits being groped together before a cock moved in and out, the cock was heavy and thick and once you looked up your eyes connected with Hiromi’s big pretty eyes, “ That’s it, you have such pretty tits. A slut indeed. A pretty titty slut.”

Nanami crossed his leg over you, now standing in front of your face with his dick out. He grabbed your hair in a tight ponytail. Your moans were growing louder at the feeling of your body being used by all of these men and with that, Nanami’s thick, long cock slid in your mouth like a cold popsicle waiting for your mouth to warm and suck it up. “ Shit, think she’s perfect for this.”

Shiu guided your hand to his dick and you worked your magic on Toji’s and his cock, he hissed at the feeling of your pretty hand jerking off his cock. Toji did the same with his hair covering his eyes and his mouth opened in a silent o.

Once everyone got comfortable, you were in for it. Every push and pull out Gojo and Geto did was a dance they synchronized together. You couldn’t handle Gojo’s long cock inside of your ass filling you up and you couldn’t handle Geto’s thick cock inside of your pussy. Everything was too much and too good.

It felt like every part of your body was being admired and fucked right now and you loved it. “ Mmgh, mmmmphhh.”, You moaned in gargles because of Nanami fucking your throat with the need of Cumming into it. The bubbles that were forming around his dick as he snapped his cock into your needy, wet mouth 9( a fuck hole. He wasn’t usually this harsh with you or any woman but tonight was different. Tonight was a special occasion.

Choso was in a limbo state of mind as he fucked the covered sole of your feet, “ fuck, she’s such a good girl for letting me do this shit. I- I can’t help myself.” They all knew he had something weird to him, they finally found it out. He was a feet guy. What they didn’t know is it’s not true, something was whispering into his ear once he saw your feet dangling as Geto and Gojo fucked you.

Now for Atsuya, that was true. He’s a weird man. The weirdest out of all of them. There’s no denying that one.

Toji groaned out a loud moan before cumming into your hand and on your arm, “ Fu-uhhghhh-ckkk, she take cock so well, she’s a trained little whore.”

Shiu was next and his cum shot over your tits and hand, “ shit, shit, sh-uhhhhgh. You’re fucking right. So damn right.” They both finished first before any of the men. Geto smirked and held onto your stomach fucking you without no mercy, he wished he could see your tears pouring down your eyes like Nanami is. He wished he could see your tits moving up and down at he and Gojo’s thrusts. God, he wished he could kiss you.

“ Take it, Angel. Want you to feel your insides raveling before cumming on my dick. Matter of fact, you can take more from me, can’t you?”, Geto muses as he rolls his thumb over your pretty clit.

Your body was voluntarily shaking right now and soon it went limp. So now, you were limp and out of your mind as they continued to use you. You loved this and never wanted it to stop.

Neither does Gojo, who felt your hole taking the shape of his dick, “ aaahnnn, Suguru, keep doing that. She’s gonna fucking milk my cock at this rate. Such a fucking naughty little slut.”

Your slurps and gargles were loud now and the sound of balls hitting the chin was growing faster. Nanami was now cradling your head with his big hands as he moved your head up and down his cock, “ I sincerely wish you two would shut up. A lady is talking. You’re - holy shit!! Think I’m gonna cum.”

Nanami held your head against his pelvis letting any breath that you had, have no chance of escaping. His blonde hair was now covering his forehead as sweat glands started to build up around his forehead and run down his face.

Hiromi knew he was about to cum so he moved his tits up and down his cock, releasing a loud groan when he came in the middle of your tits, his head hitting the back of Nanami’s back. Both breathing loudly as you milk all of their cum out their bodies.

“ M’gonna cum. I wan’ cum. Wanna cum so bad. Please please please please.”, Your moans were loud and once your body felt the ribbon cut loose on your insides, your orgasm hit you hard and powerful. So powerful that you squirted out water and cream on suguru’s dick and some of it hit his green pants.

Gojo and Geto pulled out of you making everyone else stop as well as they watched you shake miraculously. Geto dragged you down to the floor and they all stood around you with the exception of those who already came on your body so it was only Geto, Gojo, Choso, And Atsuya left.

You closed your eyes when you felt Atsuya cum hit your face, close to your right eye. You were still shaking by the legs because you didn’t have enough time to get over your orgasm because theirs was coming as well.

Choso’s cum followed by spraying your chest, lips, and nose, “ fuckkkkkkk, damn! Such a pretty face you got. Ughnnnn.” His cum was drippy and he had lot of it.

Geto and Gojo were next and they both jerked each other off which made your pussy convulse at the sight. They were so hot doing this especially with the little whimpers and moans coming from them.

You licked the cum on your lips and spoke in a low, seductive voice, “ That’s it, cum on me. Cum on me like your personal toy.”

Gojo whimpered out his words, “ oooohhhh, fuck yes. Keep talking.”

And you did while holding eye contact with Geto who was stroking Satoru with a twisting combo he learned from how you did him, “ Cum on me like your personal slut. Your cum whore. Your cum dump.” Once you said the last sentence, you happily closed your eyes as both of them came onto your face at the same time. White and clear cum was all over your body. You smelled like sex and loved it for some reason.

Geto's body was jerking and shaking as he came and Gojo’s body was stuck as his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy.

“ Such a perfect little bunny. Pleasing all your- hnnghhh- daddies so good.”, Geto moaned as his cock finally stopped Cummin on your body.

You shakily raised up to kiss your Satoru’s dick first and then Geto’s cock of their tips, “ Thank you for the candy, daddy.” Your eye contact with Geto caused him to lean over and kiss you without a care in the world if your face was filled with other men cum. The camera recorded everything and he was going to show the video to Kashimo, Sukuna, Naoya, and Ijichi, the other men you were flirting with, with your consent first. Let them know they can be a part two only with your consent of course.

ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟ Tagging: @chosoist @honeybleed @simpingfor-wakasa @angelshub and anyone else who would like to be tagged <3

his tongue poked his inner cheek as he watched the scene infront of him, you on one of the desk in the classroom with eren between your spreaded legs, a hand on your thigh and the other on your waist as he opened shit pit to say something to you which caused you turn away your head. it's like he started seeing red, and no it wasn't pink eye.

the sudden urge to walk in the classroom and stab eren in his throat haunted connie's mind as he continued to watch the scene, his jaw clenched shut and his hands turning into fist at the sides allowing the veins that traced his arms to become prominent. his hand reached for the door handle, intendin to create the scene he hand in mind with bashing eren's head in, until a familiar voice called out his name. turning his head connie comes face to face with armin who worre a concerned look on his face,

"you good, bro?" the blond asked, tilting his head at the male as he looked him up and down, stopping at his tightly clenched fist.

it's as if his hold demeanor changes in a second, face going blank while he shoved his pants in his pocket. armin's eyebrows rose to his forehead as connie nodded his head before walking away, while watching his back armin thought about how unusual his normally out-going friend was being but shaked his head thinking it was simply an overreaction.

the door for the classroom door opened, eren walked out before you did, pushing pass armin with an odd look on his face.

armin's eyebrows rose further, wondering what the fuck was up with everyone today and why you two were in that classroom to begin with. "what's wrong with him?" he asked as you wrapped your hands around yourself, looking down at your black and white converse.

you shrug in response to his question leaving armin left in the dark yet again, it was like he wasn't even your bestfriend anymore, like you didn't even trust him anymore.

but he gets it, with what's been going on in the past few weeks he wouldn't trust anyone either, but he was still your friend--or was he?

armin couldn't keep track anymore.

with a huff, armin adjusts the books he held in his hand, looking away from you and down the hall where connie stormed off to. "well, whatever you two were doing in there, connie saw and he looks pretty pissed." at this you look up, your eyes wide and your plump lips parted, the expression only confusing armin even more.

"w-what? do you know where he went?" you stammer, looking around as if you could catch sight of the brown eyed male. the blonde infront of yoou doesn't give you a verbal responce, simply raising his hand and pointing in the direction he saw connie disappear in. you mumble a quiet 'thanks' before running off in the direction he pointed it, desperate to find the boy.

breathing heavily you rest your body against a wall after having ran all over the school in search of connie and being unsucessful in your search. your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket and you take it out, seeing a text from an unknown number.

can't wait to make u scream.

your eyebrows draw together at the text just as a ping comes in, the number sends another text but this time it's a picture. a picture of you leaning against a wall, the exact wall you were leaning on now.

slipping your phone in your back pocket you look around expression twisting in one of fear, "this isn't funny." you say outloud to no one in particular, pushing off the wall and walking away quickly.

you could feel the hair on your arms staning up, as well as your hands shaking as you placed them in the pocket of your hoodie, heart racing rapidly when you started hearing heavy footsteps behind you not daring to turn around.

the footsteps behind you sped up, and as they did so did your breathing and the beat of your heart, your throat went dry as you grew terrified of who--or what was behind you. you turned your head at the side a little to finally get a glimpse of who was behind you only to see exactly what you hoped not to.

a cloaked figure, with a blade and a mask.

you started running, taking in little gasps for air every now and then, tears building up at your lashline and your feet begining to burn in your high-top converses.

'why me?' was all you could think as the figure started running after you, close on your heel. you had never troubled anyone and kept to yourself for most of your highschool years , so you didn't understand why this mysterious serial killer was coming after you of all persons.

sure the killer killed a few of your friends, but they were all assholes who had beef with everybody, and you weren't like them. you had conflict with no one--being the most liked girl in school.

so why you?

a squeak fell from your lips as you bumped into a large figure, almost falling on your ass before a sturdy arm came out grasp your waist. you look up to your savior only to come face to face with eren, his face morphing into one of concern as his teal eyes flickered up and down your face. pink lips parted for a split second before closing again when you grasp his shirt and pull him into a nearby closet.

eren looked down at you with furrowed brows, parting his lips to speak again but being cut off by your fingers pressed against his lips, listening for the sound of the heavy footsteps. his hands that found their way to your waist, jade eyes boring into you as you looked at the door expectingly. with a sigh you remove your finger from eren's lips, nibbling on your own as you looked up at him.

he raises and eyebrow, "what's up?" although he's confused, the tone of his voice is soft and comforting and it causes you to lean your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. his arms come to wrap around you tenderly, offering you the comfort you need and signaling you to rest your body against his. the look on his face is one of concern as he kisses your head top and rubs your back.

"t-they were chasing me eren." you whisper. too afraid to talk any louder in case 'they' might hear you.

"who?" your about to answer his question when the door of the janitor closet is flung open, the cloaked figure from before standing at the door, knife glinting dangerously as he raises it with a tilted head.

"me."

a 'slash' is sounded through the air when the killer brings the knife down, plunging it into eren's shoulder. screaming you push the figure, feeling the hard muscles underneath his coat flex beneath your finger tips as he's caught off guard and stumbles outside of the closet. it gives you enough time to close the door again, a broken cry leaves your lips as the killer begins to bang on the door furiously before a knife appears right above your arm, slicing it a bit.

you keep a firm grip on the door handle as the killer continues to bang on the door and pierce it with his knife that was painted with erens blood, tears run down your face as you watch him groaning against the wall, blood coating each of his pretty fingers. eren makes eye-contact with you before walking over to you with his hand still pressed against the wound, a hiss leaving his lips as he places his hand over yours to help keep the door in place.

"eren no y-your hurt." you whisper with a shake of your head, but make no move to push him away from the door as the banging intensifies, you only watch as his brown hair frames his pretty face as he tilts his head and gives you a pained smile. "m'okay, promise princess."

you start praying.

praying that someone will hear the loud bangings and notice the physcopath that stands outside of the door with his bloody knife and murderous intentions. your palms began to get sore and your legs feel wobbly from the fear that runs through your vains, the cut on your arm suddenly makes itself known as it begans to pulse with an unbearable pain. you wonder how eren feels if your scratch hurts so bad, you wonder if you'll make it out alive.

a shrill ring echos throughout the walls of the closet, and the banging pauses. you look at eren and he looks at you, both of you waiting with baited breaths for something to happen, your heart beating through your ears.

the sound of multiple footsteps and talking in the halls causes you to lean your body against the door with a shaky sigh, your hands shaking as you moved to open the door wincing at the feeling of sore palms against the metal.

it takes five seconds for people to notice you and eren, sly remarks on the tip of their tongues until someone pointed out the obvious.

"they're fucking bleeding! someone get help!"

an arm wraps around your middle and your hands come into contact with a sturdy chest, eyes meeting with one of a familiar honey colour.

his freckled face had twisted up with a look of 'concern'. pretty pink plump lips downturned into a frown, and his forehead frowned as his thick eyebrows drew together, "what the fuck happened?" connie asks, the question sounding so aggressive but his touch was gentle and soft as he rubbed circles in your waist and held your injured arm.

you couldn't even tell he was lying, taking that glint in his eye for worry. how could you be so fucking naive?

you don't respond, only wrapping your arms around his neck and burrying your face in his shoulder, letting all your tears flow not caring that you were getting his white t-shirt wet.

connie's hands find their way to your back, rubbing it soothingly. his lips twitching at your attention, eyes dragging up to meet eren who looked at him with a blank look. he only tilted his head, looking the brunette up and down once before pulling away from you, his warm and large hands cupping your face, eyes glittering with warmth -- drawing you in deep.

"c'mon, lets get you patched up, mama."

your fingers traced figures on connies chest as you rested your head against his torso, giggling when he grunted cause you traced your finger over his nipple. eyes never leaving his pretty face, taking note of ever single detail on it. how it slightly glowed under the light of the tv, how his lashes almost otuched his cheek, how his pretty pink lips were jutted out in a frown-like manner, how his botton nose scrunched up when one of the characters on the tc said some dumb shit -- silver stud shining with the tv light.

he can feel your gaze burning the side of his face, when he looks down he see's your pretty eyes gazing up at him as you do that shit with your pretty plump lips slightly parted as you nibble on your lower lips, that same expression you make when you want something from him.

"you watchin me or the movie?" he sasses, pinching your side.

you smile prettily, looking at the tv to see the killer chasing the pretty girl with a machete in his hand, and looking back at connie fluttering your lashes at him. "that shit makes my screen crawl, rather watch you and get my pussy wet."

a sound that sounds dangerously close to a whimper falls from connie lips, his eyes getting glossy and low as he stares at you with his lips parted, wetting them with his tongue while he looked away staring at the tv. he bit his lips as he looked back at you, cheeks heating up and his underwear suddenly feeling tight.

"you can keep talking your shit, im not fucking you with your crippled ass arm." he says, giggling at the offended expression you now wore. you push up off of him, folding your arms across your chest and staring a head of you instead of at him. "so I get one little injury and im crippled? ian even wanna fuck you anyways nigga-"

an arm is wrapped around your throught before you can even finish your sentence, it's warm and it causes you to push your thighs together as you suddenly feel your panties getting slightly damp. connie's expression not helping your situation at all, pink lips quirked up into a smirk and honeyed eyes were glossed over and dark with lust.

it made your body warm and tingly, heat making it's way to your face when he pulls you on top of him, his lips brushing against yours but not quite touching them while his nose rubbed against yours, allowing you to feel the piercing that sat on top of it.

"whatchu say?" he whispers, eyes holding a mischevious look as he looked at you, hands squeezing your ass. "nothin." you mumble, growing bashful from all the attention he was giving you. connie smiled smugly, rubing his nose against yours. "mmm, that's what I thought you said."

you couldn't even get to respond as his plushy lips were mashed against yurs, lips smacking together as you both made out messily, almost devouring each other.

the taste of his lips was addicting, and you couldn't get enough, sucking his tongue and listening to the sweet whimpers he lets out at the mere action.

connie's hands find there place on your hips as you begin to roll yourself against his hips, feeling the tip of his dick beneath his sweatpants bump against your clit with each grind of your hips. your hands grazed his nape as you continued to move against him, smiling at the groan he let out.

"(★)," he pauses as your pussy runs over his cock once more, grunting at the feeling. "s-shit, mama stop doing that."

his voice is deep and whiny, it holds a tone of desperation but restraint. the muscle in his jaw ticks as he holds you waist in place, slouching against the couch and taking deep breaths before giving you a stern look.

"im not about to fuck you when your injured," you know he means it from the look he gives you, and it makes your pretty lips tip down in a frown, pushing off of him to sit down on the couch not laying on his chest anymore.

you can feel his eyes burn holes in the side of your face as you keep your eyes on the tv, suddenly intrested in the man using a chainsaw to slice through the girl while she was still alive.

"okay."

it goes quiet after that, connie only continues to stare at you, guilt pooling at his stomach as he continued to stare at you. licking his lips, he sighs and slouches more in the couch, running a hand down his face before looking back at you.

connie knows all you really want is his comfort, especially after what happened -- but he's still upset that you made eren touch on his body like that. he knows all you want is a distraction from everything, but he has to punish you a little.

but maybe he can punish you and pleasure you at the same time.

a boy-ish smile makes it way to connie's face show-casing his pretty dimples, the look is almost innocent, but his eyes clear up the whole 'innocent' act, showing clear signs that man was about to fucking devour you.

the tap that's delievered to your thigh causes you to look up, a shudder goes down your spine as your eyes meet connie's glossed over ones, full to the brim with lust like you would be in a few minutes.

"what?" you say it so meekly, it makes connie's grin widen.

in a quick motion, your back is pressed against the couch, mout falling open to let out a gasp whilst connie holds unto your legs, spreading them open.

"connie--" your words are cut off by him pressing a kiss to your pussy, face heating up as it flutters from the simple action, "lay down and lemme eat your pussy." he mumbles, mouth still pressed against your clothed cunt, a hand pressing against your stomach as you attempted to sit up.

"b-but you said," he drags your sweatpants down in one big swoop, throwing the sweatpants over hs shoulder in a wuick motion, tongue swipping at the corner of his lips, hazel brown eyes glaring at the wet spot in your panties with an almost anger look on his face. "know what the fuck I said, don't lemme have to tell you to lay your ass down again mami." your arousal almost floods your panties hazardly, your brownskin suddenly feeling hot as you looked away from him to watch the tv as a distraction only for the screen to go turn black.

a hand is wrapped around your throat again, turning you to face connie, his nose against your cheek as he kisses you, pulling away for a second allowing you to feel the tiny huffs of air he lets out. "ion want you watching anything, or anyone else but me." he whispers squeezing your neck a little before pressing his lips against yours.

your overwhelmed by him, feeling him touch you all over your body. squeezing, fondling, kissing. it was getting to you, your pussy specifically, and you couldn't help but want him to live under your skin.

he quickly takes off your panties, smirking giddly as he places them in the pocket of his sweatpants. your plush and wet pussy now on display for him, hole fluttering every now and then around nothing but air.

"shit ma, you so wet..." he sucks in a breath as he brushes a finger over your clit, your body jerked in reaction.

he gives you one last kiss on your pussy, finally leaning down and placing a his lips on your warmth.

wet muscle is felt moving up and down on your pussy before connie's mouth encloses on your clit, gently taking the bud into his mouth and sucks on it.

"pussy taste so fucking good," he mumbles, mouth still on your pussy, the deep vibration of his voice sending chills throughout your whole body. your hands grip his head as he continues to make-out with your pussy, eyes almost crossing from how good he was making you feel. "mm, connie."

"yeah, that's right say my fucking name mama, gonna have you screaming for me in a minute."

too fucked out and lost in the pleasure, you don't even take heed to his words, only focused on the feeling of his mouth working against your pussy like magic, gripping his head harder, the spiky hair of his buzzcut not bothering you one bit.

your back arches off the couch with a gasp as connie unexpectedly pushes a finger in you, his mouth still on your pussy as his slender fingers curl inside of your spongey walls causing you toes to curl in ecstasy. connie only smirked as you begin grinding unto his face, fingers thrusting in and out of you, finding the perfect rhythm to drive you over the edge. "feels so good con," your voice is breathy and high as you whisper out the words, holding unto connie as if your life depend on it.

"yeah?" he asked, licking his lips, hooded hazel eyes connecting with yours from between your parted legs, fingers never stopping once. "you gonna cum for me?"

"uh huh." a hiccup left you, tempting connie to smile once more as he increased the speed of his fingers, his plump pink lips attaching themselves back to your cunt.

he swirls his tongue around your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you, watching with awe at the creamy clear liquid that encases his fingers.

as he continued you could feel the knot in your stomach quickly tightening, about to snap at any given time,your back arched off of the seat of the couch, thighs shaking as your vision became blurry with tears.

"gonna cum, connie m' gonna c-cum slow down!" you whine, trying to push a away his head. you freeze at the look he gives you, having no time to think about it as your orgasm washes ov4er you like a heavy wave.

connie doesn't stop as you cum, slurping you up as if you were his last meal. he only stops when he witnesses the trembling of your thighs, sitting up and giving you a kiss on your cheek before leaving the room.

"where you goin?" you mumble with a hoarse voice, lifting up your body to watch the muscles of his back move as he walks, he stops and looks at you over his shoulder.

"gon get you some water." you mumble a soft okay in responce before leaning back in against the cushion behind you, hissing as you felt something hard poke you in your back.

"this fool don't ever know how to clean up right." you mumble as you lift the pillow,

the item beneath it causes you to pause your movements, your plump lips parting in shock as fear crses through your veins.

a ghostface masked laid beneath the pillow, a speck of blood on the cheek that almost stared at you mockingly. you place a hand over your mouth as you felt tears make it's way to your lashline, your body backing up off of the couch and causing you to fall.

"ma?" the sound of connie's voice causes you to freeze, and you hurridely get up off of the floor and move away from him. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down, "wha-"

"your ghostface." a shudder goes throughout your body at the blank look he gives you, his head turning to look at the mask on the couch befor elooking back up at you with a sigh. he places the water he carried on the table, you watch his every move carefully, making sure he doesn't get too close to you.

"ma, c'mere." he says, putting his hands in his pockets, his honey coloured eyes staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"no."

his jaw tightens at your responce, head tilting as he runs his tongue over his teeth.

"m' not gonna ask again." it was almost like a threat, and it only scared you more.

your heart almost felt like it was about to fail as you stared at connie for a few seconds before running towards the door.

dumb fucking move.

a hand suddenly yanks you back, making your back rest against connie's sturdy chest.you draw in a brreath as a knife is suddenly placed at your throat, slowly tilting your head up so you could meet connie's eyes.

they glinted dangerously, somehow holding you captive. "don't fucking run from me, you crazy baby?" his words caused your breath to hitch, your legs shaking with fear as you looked up at him.

"don't try that shit again, you hear me?" you nod your head slowly causing connie to let out a hiss, shaking his head. "words mama, know you know them."

"I head you con." you say, tears filling your eyes.

connie licked his lips, showing off his dimples as he smiled at your obedience.

HOW COULD SOMEONE’S HANDS FEEL SO COLD? That thought lingered in the back of your mind when you felt Ushijima Wakatoshi’s hand placed on the lower part of your back as you waltzed around the venue. You remembered how his touch felt so cold that it sent a shiver down your spine even though minutes ago you complained about how hot you were in the vintage well-tailored white dress. You never expected your life to change suddenly due to your father. It was a bit comical considering that he got you into this marriage and didn’t even bother to show up to walk you down the aisle. 

You felt like a sheep among some vicious hungry wolves. You had no friends in Japan. You had no family in Japan. Just Ushijima and his circle. You couldn’t even contact your family unless they contacted you first. You would think that you were the president’s daughter, but you were only one of the richest men in the world's daughter. That came with consequences. Your life was always under a microscope. Eat this. Dress this way. Don’t date this person. Attend this university. You didn’t actually think you’d be scribbling ‘have an assassination threat on your head’ off your Bingo card.

So here you were, bound with Ushijima Wakatoshi for your safety and the future of your family. You should have known that an arranged marriage was going to be put on the table. Someone would question why a foreigner has been hanging around the notorious family that controls more than eight districts in Japan. You planned to lay low, enjoy your time in Japan, maybe go back to school, and then when your father contacted Ushijima’s father, go back home. But the thing is, you knew that there wasn’t any going back home. For all you know, your father could have been dead. The thing is you knew this marriage wasn’t going to be rainbows and sunshine, Ushijima didn’t even smile as you waltzed down the aisle in a room of strangers. You remembered the deadpan look he gave you, but that last dance is what caused your stomach to form the most horrendous knots as he brought you closer. You could feel his breath trickle at your earlobe before he whispered, “The only one for me is you, and you for me. We both have a lot on the line when it comes to this fuckin’ marriage. We’re stuck with each other, so let’s make sure this work.” 

Even though he uttered those words in your ear over two months ago, you and Ushijima just couldn’t work. It wasn’t like you weren’t putting in the effort, you did. You even learned how to cook some of his favorite dishes and even then, you still were met with a harsh cold steel door. You remembered vividly when it seemed like a switch was turned on in his head. You sat in the living room like the pretty wife you were. The diamond ring on your wedding finger glistened under the family mansion light, you hated to admit that Ushijima picked out a beautiful ring when there wasn’t much meaning behind it. You were confused about why you and Ushijima were summoned here in the first place. It wasn’t like you two were doing anything romantic anyway, just you watching the maids cater to him due to him partying the previous night. When you heard the harsh footsteps and your eyes watched as men bowed as the Takashi Utsui entered the room. By the looks of his face, he looked pissed and your mind instantly panicked. You toyed with the ends of your dress as you watch Ushijima stand up with urgency to greet his father. 

Your eyes bulged outward when you heard and witnessed the harsh slap Takashi placed against Ushijima’s cheek. The room was so silent and you observed everyone in the room. No one bulged at the action as if it happened before. You watched as one of Takashi’s men rushed to his side handing him a folder. He opened it with urgency revealing the photo of Ushijima in a club the previous night. A woman was on his lap kissing his neck. Your eyes instantly lowered in embarrassment. Even though this marriage had no love, you still felt a form of humiliation. 

“What did I tell you before you said I do to that woman right there?” Takashi’s finger points at you. 

Ushijima's jaw clenched tightly as if he was holding back an explosive bomb. 

“Huh? I can’t seem to hear you.” Takashi stepped forward toward his son. His head tilted to the side as he was trying to hear Ushijima’s words.

“That if I embarrass her, I’m dishonoring my family,” Ushijima said.

“And?” Takashi asked.

“And she’s a part of the family now,” Ushijima said. 

Your heart was beating so hard at the word. You watched as Takashi's fingers combed through his hair. He let out a sigh to calm himself down before he’s walking over to you extending his hand for you to take. You hesitantly took it as he helped you up, walking by his angry son to walk into the family garden in the backyard. Your hand grasped at his arm as you walked by his side. The sweet scent of the Cherry Blossom tree that was in their backyard. You remembered Ushijima mentioning that his father got the tree grown in the backyard because his mother adored the scent of when the petals free-fell to the ground. However, even though his parents divorced his father still made sure the tree was taken care of.

“I want you to go out,” His father commented as he was walking around the garden. He could feel your grasp upon his arm tighter, “You’ve been trapped up in the house while my reckless son goes out and embarrasses our family,” He commented. 

“I don’t know anyone to go out with sir,” You commented. “I would rather be home, especially considering that it would only be a burden. Do I need to remind you, that I have a hit out on me?” You pointed it out.

You watched as his lips formed a straight line, “Of course. I won’t let you go out alone, you’ll be with my assistant and her friends. Plus, I’m sure I’ll have some men in there if you need them,” he reminded. 

You would look at him before simply nodding, not bothering to argue with him once again. “Okay.” was the only thing you said before he let go of your hand. 

“Please enjoy your time out. I would hate to have to tell your father you hate it here.” He responded. “You deserve to be happy and I’ll be sure to ensure that.” 

You forced a smile on your face which seems like you were doing that a lot. The sweet scent of the cherry blossoms lingered up your nostrils before you were speaking once again, “Okay, thank you.” You gave his arm a squeeze and a kind smile before departing to go back into the luxury home. 

You were expecting to be met by Ushijima, but he was nowhere to be found. It didn’t particularly shock you, he got embarrassed in front of everyone. You were expecting to be met with your usual driver who hardly spoke to you unless you spoke to him first but instead was met with Tendou and Kai. Your eyebrows raised as you stared at him, “Let me guess, you’re taking me home.” You sighed and you didn’t get an answer, but you did follow them outside the huge mansion. 

When you got in the SUV, you would sit in the back instantly indulging in the things on your phone before you heard Kai’s voice. “He actually does care about you, you know?” 

You would shake your head, “Has a funny way of showing it.” You answered.

“But, please do not do something tonight that will upset him,” Tendo warned as his fingertips tapped at the steering wheel.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “He gets to go out and act a damn fool, but wants to lose his mind if I do the same,” You kissed your teeth. “I’m going to go out and have so much fun like his father said to do.” 

The remaining amount of time in the car was quiet before you were dropped off at the luxury mansion that you resided in. Despite you decorating the huge mansion to your liking, it still didn’t feel like home. You were greeted by one of the maids, and you would only tell her that she could take the day off, especially considering that you believed today was one of her children's birthdays.

“But Mr.—“ The maid's words were cut off by you.

“I will handle him. You guys can have the rest of the day off. Go enjoy your child’s birthday,” You explained as you watched her face light up before she walked away to grab her things. 

FOR ONCE YOU WERE ENJOYING YOURSELF. As you were at the bar attempting to flag down one of the bartenders, you could feel a male figure squeeze himself next to you and the countless others at the bar. His tall stature towered over you as you attempted once again to get the bartender’s attention. However, the man interjected whistling and getting the bartender’s attention. 

“That’s the trick, to get their attention,” He commented as he gave you a smile that you returned. It was like a bird calling as the bartender flocked to him effortlessly. “This beautiful young woman has been trying to get your attention. I’ve told you guys about not being aware of the customers in front of you.” He warned.

“Sorry sir, it’s a bit hectic back here.” The bartender apologized as his eyes traveled to you. But when he noticed who you were, he looked away with quickness. “What can I get you?” 

You would ignore his sudden break of eye contact and begin to list the drinks your section wanted. “Could you get them served to that section also?” You pointed to the section on the left of the club. “Add an extra bottle and just charge it to Ushijima Wakatoshi’s card.” 

The gentlemen next to you eyebrows raised as he was trying to mentally put a face to the name that fell off your tongue. You leaned against the bar patiently before speaking, “Thanks for helping me. I appreciate it.” You gave him a kind smile as you watched one of the bottle girls load up the drinks on a tray to deliver to the section you were at. 

“It’s no problem. We wouldn’t want to disappoint the wife of Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He responded. 

You rolled your eyes hearing that statement, which the man caught instantly. “Is there a problem? Are you—”

Your words cut him off with a quickness. “It’s not a problem. I am his wife after all, but I just hate that here that’s all I’m known for.” You said to the gentlemen. 

You understood that it was for the best for a lot of people to know who you were, but being known as the wife of a man who didn’t even take the marriage seriously himself felt even worst. You had so much more power than people expected, but here you were in an unknown world not being able to use that power. 

You thanked the stranger once again before attempting to go back to the section, but you felt him tug you back towards him. He lets out a firm sigh before extending his hand toward you. “Let’s start over, I’m Lev Haiba. I own this club.” His hand motioned around the crowds of people in the nightclub. 

You couldn’t help but snicker as you shook his head. “Y/N, heir to the biggest oil company in the world.” You answered. “But that has to stay between us.” You gave Lev a playful smirk and he only held his hand up in a defensive mode.

“Your secret is safe with me. I hope Japan is treating you well considering the uh—circumstances.” Lev says. 

You could hear the pity in his voice. “I’m assuming you’ve heard the news of my loving husband?” You asked as the two of you were walking towards the section you were in. 

“Everyone did. It was this club he was spotted doing said activities. However, it’s Ushijima Wakatoshi, no one is going to ruin his mood.” Lev admitted as he rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. “But I have said too much, I should get back to my job. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

You watched as he disappeared into the crowd, once again feeling like the sheep in a field filled with wolves as you sat down in one of the chairs. You instantly picked up the drink wanting to drink the night away. 

WHEN YOU RETURNED HOME, you dropped your YSL heels on the floor as you stumbled into the house. You glanced at your phone and saw that it was four in the morning. You couldn’t believe that you stayed out so late. You definitely were going to have to rain check with the afternoon tea session with Ushijima’s mother. You attempted to tiptoe your way further inside the house not wanting to wake Ushijima (if he was home). You were aware that on some occasions Ushijima men would be at your house. It didn’t shock you that they were here in your living room doing god knows what. However, the weird feeling under the bottom of your feet caused you to instantly sober up. It felt wet, slightly slippery. You glanced down and your eyes grew big at the sight you were seeing. You had stepped in a small splatter of blood that decorated the thin plastic layer that was on the floor. Your heart rate increased instantly as you stumbled back in a horrified panic to be met with Ushijima catching you from falling. 

“I—“ Your words were stuck in your throat. Your hands were shaking harshly and your heart felt like it was trying to claw out your chest. Your eyes stared at your husband as the crimson-colored liquid stained the white Versace button-down shirt. 

“It’s good to know you’ve made it home safely. Now let’s go get cleaned up. We’re both in need of a shower anyway.” He firmly said. 

You felt Ushijima grab hold of your forearm. His blood-covered fingertips stained your brown skin. “But we have guests.” You stuttered out.

“That’s fine, they will be busy cleaning up the mess that you made,” Ushijima confirmed.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you were being tugged into the shared bedroom. With urgency, Ushijima closed the door behind him. “Strip.” was the only thing he said as his hands went up to unbutton the buttons on his shirt.

You did what you were told, letting the dress you wore fall to the ground. You crossed your arms over your chest preventing Ushijima from seeing you like this. You didn’t even notice that he had already stripped out of his expensive clothing. You could sense him towering over you before you finally croaked out some words, “You said my mess? I haven’t done anything wrong.” 

Goosebumps decorated your skin when you felt Ushijima’s fingertips tracing alongside your side. His fingertips engraved you with the possible sin he just committed before you arrived home. He stopped right at the soft fabric of the thong you wore, letting out a low hum before pushing them down. You didn’t argue against his action. You weren’t sure if you were too afraid to or if you just wanted to see where this would go. You stepped out of your underwear before watching Ushijima disappear into the bathroom. The sound of the shower could be heard before his voice broke you out of your broken thoughts. Like an obedient dog, you walked into the bathroom with your hands still attempting to cover your bare body. Ushijima was already in the hot steaming shower washing over the blood that was on him. “I’ve already seen you vulnerable before, remember our wedding night?” He asked. “There’s no need to hide your body away from me.” He answered.

“You never responded to what I said. What mess have I created? You’re the one that’s going out every night and acting a fool,” You reminded him.

Ushijima let out a sigh, “Just get in the fuckin’ shower and we can talk.” He says, “Please.” 

Hearing him say please was a shock to you, you took a couple of steps forward opening the door of the walk-in shower to join him. In a different world, such an intimate moment would have your stomach flowing with butterflies. But right now, your stomach could only twist in dangerous knots while you let the steaming hot water heat your body. “Did you have fun last night?” Ushijima asked.

Your eyes met with his as you felt the warm cloth filled with soap brush against your body. He was kind enough to clean you himself. Similar to a doll maker creating a doll, you felt that’s what Ushijima was doing. You were his doll as soon as you walked down the aisle clutching onto his father’s arm. “I did. It was nice to not be bottled up in his house. It can get lonely sometimes,” You answered. 

“You have the maids, it can’t be that lonely,” He responded.

That was true. During your time living here, you managed to get to know each of the eight maids and two groundskeepers that worked to make sure Ushijima’s home looked nice. But it still felt lonely, cold. It didn’t feel like a home. 

“Although, I appreciate their help around the place. It’s not the same.” You answered as your finger went up to motion for the young man to turn so you could wash his back. “You know this. I’m not asking for much, but can we at least pretend we’re enjoying this marriage.” 

“I’m actually enjoying this marriage,” Ushijima responded with a chuckle.

“You have such a weird way to show it. Going out every night, being seen with other women—“ You stopped abruptly to let out a weary sigh. Not sure if the sudden feeling of being lightheaded came from the hotness of the shower or the fact that you’re finally voicing your opinions to Ushijima. “It’s humiliating.” 

Ushijima didn’t say much about your words. The two of you continued to shower in silence before eventually getting out of it. At this point, you had sobered as you toyed with the ends of the soft white rob Ushijima put you in. You watched as Ushijima waltzed back into the bedroom, “Well, let me show that I will change.” 

Your body leaned against the doorframe of the master bedroom bathroom, “Sex really can’t show me anything. Changed behavior though,” You said rolling your eyes at him. 

“Come on, when was the last time we actually had sex.” 

“You’re deflecting from the original conversation Ushi,” You sighed as you walked towards the dresser to find something to wear.

As you were searching for something to sleep in, you could feel Ushijima’s strong arms wrap around your waist. He tugged you closer to his body and you felt the growing boner poking at the fatness of your butt. “You haven’t called me Ushi since our wedding night.” He commented.

“You’re so annoying.” You sighed, but you didn’t bulge out his touch. “We both were drunk as ever that night. I can’t believe you still remember that.” 

“Of course, I remembered it. You moaned it so beautifully while your head was buried into a pillow,” Ushijima reminded you as you felt his lips press against the exposed skin on your neck. 

You felt your skin grow hotter with each harsh nibble, lick, and bite on your neck. One of Ushijima’s hands disappeared inside your robe and straight in between your thighs. His index and middle fingers swiped at your wet folder and indulged in how wet you were while you seemed to melt into his touch. “You don’t remember, hmm? How your thighs couldn’t stop shaking once we were done?” He asked as his fingertips that were covered in your wetness would rub at your clit. “How you wet up the sheets so badly?” 

You made direct eye contact with Ushijima in the mirror that was connected to the dresser. The once softness that was in his eyes for a split second was gone. You weren’t particularly super religious, but you were sure you were looking into the eyes of the devil. He undid your rob and tugged it off your bare body causing you to gasp suddenly. Your thighs quivered for more as you felt your own wetness stain the inside of your thighs. Ushijima stopped the subtle circular motion on your clit before he’s talking once again. “Tell me you remember that and I’ll help you cum,” His words tickled your earlobe and you nodded instantly.

“I remember. Ushi—“ You desperately coughed up those words. “I remember.” 

“Good,” Ushijima said while the grip around your waist grew tighter. “Now be a good wife and go to the bed and get on all fours, darling.” 

You did what you were told, being sure to grab a pillow to make yourself feel more comfortable. The anticipation bubbling into your stomach as you could sense Ushijima behind you. When you felt him tug you closer to the bed, you swallowed the large lump forming in your throat. Your cunt so eager to swallow his cock bit by bit even though you were sure he wasn’t going to be so gentle. When you felt the tip of Ushijima’s cock enter you, you chewed at your lower lip getting ready for him to instantly bottom down inside you. The faint memory of your wedding night when he specifically praised you on how well you took his dick swirled around your head. 

This time he took his time. Pushing his cock inside you slowly, teasingly, until you were gasping for him to put it all the way in. His large hands grasped at your waist before his hips begin to drive forward to be met with the soft flesh of your butt. Your head buried into the pillow caging in your moans before Ushijima grabbed the pillow and tossed it. “I need my men to hear you while they’re cleaning up your mess.” He said firmly. 

His fingers buried into the flesh of your skin while the sound of skin slapping against each other could be heard. Ushijima was in a complete trace as he watched his cock disappear into your addicting cunt. “Go ahead, moan out how good Ushi is making you feel while they clean up your mess.” He said through gritted teeth. 

“What mess?” You hiccuped out through moans. Your eyesight grew blurry due to the tears that accumulated through Ushijima’s thrusts. 

You let out a yelp when Ushijima grabbed a hold of your head tugging you upward. His chest pressed against your sweat-coated back before he let go of your hand to use that hand to snake around to your neck. “Don’t act foolish Y/N.” He answered.

You could feel Ushijima’s cock twitch inside you as he stopped his thrusts abruptly. His hand wrapped around your neck and you could feel him give it a slight squeeze before his thrusting continued. “You know my doll. When you press your thumb in someone’s windpipe, index finger to their carotid artery, and your middle finger applies pressure to their jugular vein…they’ll lose consciousness.” Ushijima said.

The heat of the moment of your breath grasping away for a couple of seconds due to Ushijima mimicking the same thing he just told her, he let go of you and shoved your face further into the fluffiness of the mattress. “Even when I nearly took your breath away, you only clutched around my cock even tighter.” He said darkly. 

His words sent a bone chilling shiver down your spine as you moaned out helplessly. “Ushi!” You moaned out.

His thrusting only continued, ignoring your little whimpers before he leaned over placing wet kisses on the middle of your spine. “You know that only makes a person lose consciousness, but if you continue you can damage the cortex of your brain which leads to your death.” He uttered as he was thrusting.

His chest heaved upwards as he traced his name upon your skin. “It took less than 6 minutes for your little friend Lev to finally fuckin’ die when I wrapped my hands around his throat.” He said through groans. You could feel his thrusting grow sloppy, he was about to cum.

“I had to clean up your mess Y/N,” he said. 

You felt yourself orgasm immediately. The dangerous shiver that went though your body made your body go into complete shock. Your gasping out for Ushijima. The thought of him killing a man that talked to you pushed you to the edge. Perhaps you did flutter around his cock even more at the sound of those words coming out his mouth. Ushijima still fucked you through the explosive orgasm until he too was cumming mess, not bothering to pull out either. Filling you up to the brim with his cum just to trap you as his. 

He let your body collapse on the bed like a rag doll. You were completely out of breath with his cum leaking out of you and when you met his eyes, they were soft once again. 

“We’re starting a clean slate starting now. No more outside interferences when it comes to our marriage. We’re going to be happy together if we like it or not.” He said as he leaned down to place a kiss upon your temple. 

“Now get some rest, my doll, we have tea with my mother in about eight hours.”