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“you’re trembling again.” a deep voice rumbles to life, and you snap out of your pathetic, drowning thoughts.

you remember where you are, standing in your fiancé’s kitchen on a random cloudy tuesday. you were in the process of making his afternoon tea, zoning out half way through adding the sugar to the mug. your hand tightens on the soft material of the sugar packet before ripping it open with perky fingernails. the tea packet follows after quickly. 

“i was trembling?” you ask, words light. you grab a silver spoon from the left drawer and stir, watching the little sugar crystals dissolve in the steaming, amber liquid. 

your husband had a lot on his plate already, the last thing he needed was to know that his new lover is questioning where exactly she stands in his life. it’s stupid to feel like this. your friends tell you that if he didn’t love you, he wouldn’t bother staying. you’re know better than this, but you don’t know how to be. 

“you were.” your beloved, toji, reconfirms his statement. “you’re doing that a lot more often.”

you almost want to scoff. how can he tell? would he believe a lie or a thinly veiled acceptance of the situation? you opt for the second option. there was no point in lying to the man who knew your mind and body like the back of his hand. toji has memorized your stories and rambles; he knows your patterns. your voice has been etched in the lines of his heart, beating strongly and echoing throughout the rest of his body— he’s a reflection of you.

“i haven’t been sleeping well.” you hum, taking the tea cup and placing it on the table next to where he sits by his gray laptop. 

you watch thick fingers trail over the keys. once, twice. 

he’s thinking. 

“what’s on your mind?” toji pokes.

“nothing. i’m worried that megumi’s bus comes too late in the morning. he barely makes it to school on time.” you hum. while it wasn’t exactly the truth in this conversation, that was another concern you had. 

your hand positions to the strong muscle of his shoulder before toji’s hand comes up, fingers curling around your arm. he pulls you to his lap, sitting you right atop of the thick of his left thigh. you mentally prepare for what might end up being the talk. or any talk for that reason, anxiety soaring to heights you didn’t know existed until you met someone who knows you better than himself. perhaps it was better to tell the truth rather than to continue beating around it. 

“i know there’s more to it.” he hums, unamused. “you can tell me anything, honey, you know this.”

“i know,” you smile down at him fondly, arms settling around his broad shoulders. “i’m thankful for you, toji.”

“yeah?” the man hums, low and dangerous. “‘m thankful for you too, dear.” 

a beat of silence. his hand rests on your knee, calloused thumb rubbing the skin absentmindedly. 

while you’re enjoying the quiet, toji wonders if he should push you further. he’s never liked how you keep things to yourself. he doesn’t blame you, you’ve had your own struggles with romantic relationships and you’ve explained to him that it’s easier for you to hide away and take up as little space as possible. despite that, he finds it’s hard to always be patient with you. what is he supposed to do when you constantly scoot away when he moves closer? toji does what he’s always done to get you to speak. 

“i know there’s something on your mind, darling.” he prods, voice dropping nearly an octave lower. “if you don’t tell me and play nice now, i’ll figure it out one way or another. you know i will.” 

a shiver goes down your spine, and you know he isn’t playing around. toji definitely sticks to his word, and you knew this about him even before the two of you even started being intimate. your eyes trail to the large, warm hand resting on your knee. 

“i promise, it’s nothing.” you press, but toji knows you’re still putting up a front and shakes his head with a disappointed scoff. 

he isn’t fond of it in the slightest.

“don’t be difficult now.” he says, a sensual purr almost. 

you had no idea that was your last warning. 

“i’m not—” 

rather than being met with the round, booming of his voice scolding you once more, he gently latches his lips to your neck. toji exhales, making sure to awaken every little hair on your neck when a staggered breath leaves his mouth. your heart beats frantically in your chest, hands immediately moving to grip onto the soft black hair of his head as his soft, pink lips drag against your collarbone. he gives the crease of your neck a light kiss, inner lip brushing and wetting the inside with a taunting little lick. toji gives a satisfied hum before pulling away, close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin still.

“are you going to make me figure out what’s wrong?” toji mumbles against the shell of your ear. “i’m not above taking things for myself; you know this about me.” 

part of you wants to tell him right away, but your bratty side responds instead, stubbornly shaking your head and purposefully pushing his buttons— curious to find out exactly what would happen if you didn’t play by his rules this time. his hand runs from your knee up to your side, his large hand lightly groping your clothed boob in response. he gives you a light squeeze that leaves you breathless. 

“mkay, if you wanna play like that, we can,” your fiancé chuckles against your skin, giving your neck another kitten lick. “i better not see any tears though.” 

before you can respond with a quip of your own, you’re lifted by the man and swept off of your feet. he immediately takes you to the living room, plopping you right on the middle of the dark gray sofa before shamelessly spreading your legs open for his own viewing. the dress you’re wearing immediately falls to your hips as he lays you down, his own strong hands directing you to settle against the cushions. 

if you want to play like that, he can play too.

“you knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?” his voice rumbles. “is that why you wore this dress today?”

“no…” you shake your head. “i just thought it was nice—”

“you’re such a goddamn liar. did you know i hate that about you?”

rather than hooking his fingers around the waistband of his pants and getting to the point right away, toji settles his head between your thighs, gentle lips attaching themselves to your inner thigh as you exhale shakily. he angles his head right into your clothed crotch, nosing your clothed clit through the material of your little cotton panties. when you gasp, he grins, pleased with the reaction he can evoke even without having to directly take your pants off. 

“why aren’t you telling me, hm?” toji asks, taunting you. “you know i’m worried about you.”

his hands gently massage into your thighs, fingers mashing together the soft flesh between a tender grip. he picks at the thin fabric of your underwear before pulling the material off of you; his nose immediately tickles with the sweet scent of your womanhood. 

“are you scared i’ll be mad? is that it?” your fiancé hums, his pointer finger trailing your labia without a second thought. he almost looks like he’s bored. 

you shake your head, unable to speak to him directly at the moment— too distracted by his ministrations. your eyes are trailed on where his finger lightly runs down your exposed cunt. a needy groan escapes your lips when he dips his finger into the wetness, gathering it on his finger with a chuckle.

“oh, i know. do you think i will get sad or upset if you tell me?” he continues, watching your cunt clench around nothing.

you mewl quietly in response, and toji chuckles— it’s low and handsome, the type of deep chuckle that makes your heart pound in your chest frantically. the one where his lip unfurls into a charming smile, eyes sparkling with adoration at the sight of you being so goddamn needy for him. you desperately want him to stop pressing at your inability to communicate to him clearly even after living with him for a year, almost tempted to take his face into your own hands and lead his lips to your pussy.

“am i getting closer to the right answer?”

when he realizes how embarrassed you are, he stops teasing just for a moment. you’re here, legs spread wide open for him— pussy drooling around nothing and catching the cold air conditioning of the living room as your fiance stares you down like a hawk. how embarrassing…

“oh, i see.” he smiles. “you’re feeling shy again, aren’t you? well, that’s okay. just be a good girl and hold still while i take what’s mine.”

toji’s warm lips brush your inner thigh with an agonizing slowness. he gives a satisfied hum, tastebuds immediately recognizing the sweet, moist taste of your cunt. he could die a happy man like this, between your thighs and lips plastered against your writhing core. 

“toji…”

“mm-mm, don’t move too much,” toji groans deeply. “you can only nod and shake your head. won’t you be good?”

when you nod, your fiancé smiles— he presses a soft kiss to the pearl of your perky clit, wrapping his mouth against the twitching, sensitive little bud. 

“atta girl.”

toji’s lips press against your soft folds, tongue dipping between the heaven between your thighs. your toes curl, a soft groan being pulled from your throat as he continues licking and gently sucking between the folds. his lips curl into a smile, the sight of your back arched and your lips parted as you gasp for air makes him feel almost egotistical. he’s the only one who can make you feel this good. he’s the only one who can coax something out of you using only his mouth. 

“mm, all mine, isn’t that right?” your fiancé coos, tip of his nose meanly pushed against your swollen clit as his tongue lazily laps at your pussy. 

“m… mhm…” 

“prettiest little cunny i’ve ever seen…” toji praises you, knowing the words go straight to your head and make you dizzy. 

you nod weakly, barely able to keep your eyes open. the sensation is too much— your hands come up, gripping toji’s hair with hands desperate for anything that could possibly ground you during this moment.

not even that, but toji is so much bigger than you… like a wolf ravishing a rabbit, you trust him entirely, hand coming down to search for his. you hold his hand, fingers intertwining with his. your fingernails come down and make little crescent moons into his fair skin. 

“you look so pretty, mm?” he pulls his mouth away, and before you can savor in the sweet relief, the man slides two fingers into you with ease, walls spasming by the sudden movement of your beloved. 

“toji—” you murmur. 

heavy and thick fingers stretch your insides, and your straining legs close around his head. you shut your eyes, tears welling your lash line as he eats you out restlessly. toji has no shame, not today and certainly not ever. the lewd kissing noises coming from your bottom half is downright embarrassing, and you almost want to pull away simply because you’re so shy— so shy of having your little pussy eaten by the man in front of you. 

“you’re so cute. she’s clenchin’ around me, baby.” toji chuckles lowly. he drags his lips against your inner thigh, kissing the skin tenderly as thick fingers scissor your soft, mushy insides. 

“so cute… here moaning and crying f’me,” he smiles, “you’re gonna be the cutest little wife of mine, aren’t you, hm?”

your heart swells with love, and amidst the pathetic squirming, you wonder how he knew— he always knew what to say when you were like this. was eating you out a confirmation that he loved you or that he was devoted to only you regardless of your insecurity? it felt more like an unrecognized punishment, tongue-fucking you on the pricy leather sofa he bought last week. 

“so pretty, so good.” your fiancé grumbles, emerald eyes meeting yours. 

toji tries to forget the way his dick strains in his pants at the sight of you all flustered, mumbling incoherent words, eyebrows creased together. you gasp, feeling your orgasm tumble towards you at a pace much too fast for your liking. 

“w-wait, toji, ‘s too much!” you wail, but his pace doesn’t slow. 

“mm, no, i think you can take it,” toji coos. “you’ve taken more of me before.” 

you shake your head frantically, but you’re met with a gentle kiss to your cheek. toji leans up, two fingers sensually moving in and out of you as you squirm in his iron grip. 

he noses your cheek affectionately, “won’t you come for me? let me be a good husband, baby… let me be good.” 

when you whine, toji shushes you quietly. 

“shush, now… all you have to do is come on my fingers, can you let me do that, my pretty wife?” he presses his lips to your earlobe. “can you let me be good and make you cum?”

a few more gentle strokes, the soft padding of his fingertips brushing against your insides and you’re shaking— trembling in his arms as he continues fingering your weeping pussy. you cry out, overwhelmed and overstimulated, your arms come up in a weak attempt to push away the arm that mercilessly brought you to a climax. you pant, looking up at him with glossy eyes, almost begging your lover to let up. fat tears flow down your face, and toji smiles… his wet, soiled right hand coming up to touch your dry cheeks. he smiles fondly at you, smearing your milky release onto your face before popping a heavy thumb into your mouth. 

“suck.” toji purrs, groaning at the sensation of your tongue swirling his dirtied thumb before it escapes your swollen lips with a soft little pop. 

a light string of saliva lines his finger and your bottom lip, and toji chuckles when you wipe it away, completely embarrassed by his shamelessness. 

“good girl,” he noses your cheek once more, taking in the soft scent of your skin. “you’re an amazing fiancé, and i won’t regret marrying you one bit.” 

soft pants escape your lips, and your walls finally come crumbling down the moment he takes you into a more comfortable position in his arms. high off of your orgasm and the suddenly recalling how goddamn insecure you are, you can’t help but stifle a quiet sob into the material of his shirt. you sniffle, and toji shifts, laying his head on your chest in an attempt to ground your frantically beating heart. 

“my girl is such a crybaby,” he pats the back of your head lovingly. “you need to stop cryin’ so much… megumi and i are grateful for you, and i’m glad he gets to really have a mother figure in his life despite everything.”

you sniffle, nodding against him with a tired expression. 

“you’re doing fine, pretty… i really have no idea why you’re so insecure, silly girl.” toji kisses your forehead. “you’ve been nothing but perfect to my son and i.”

“‘m sorry, i’ll work on it.” you perk up, looking at your beloved with a quietly blossomed new found determination. 

“i know, but until then,” he begins, shifting so that he’s seated between your legs again. “i’ll keep reminding you.”

you shiver, surprised by his sudden urgency for a round two. 

“what about megumi? his bus gets home in thirty minutes…”

“well, i guess that means i get another thirty minutes with my soon to be wife, doesn’t it?” 

“toji—

“i’ll be quick, i promise.”