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Synopsis. Running into Batman AKA your ex-husband, Toji, after a heist? Could this night get any worse? Well, there’s also one tiny problem…you’re both covered in séx pollen.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! Catwoman! reader, Batman! Toji, BATMAN AU, exes-to-Iovers, PlNING, séx pollen, he goes FÉRAL, manhandIing, dúmbifícation, he’s BIG, making it fit, tummy buIges, overstím, chokíng, p sIapping, making him cúm early, creampíes, cúmplay, he’s RUlNED, bickering during it, latex, cervíx kíssing, bréeding, pússydrúnk Toji, pheromones, spítting, praise, fíngering, proposals, he’s also rich, L bómbs, Megumi cameo, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 8.0k
A/N. CAUGHT IN BAAAD ROMANCE!!
“Too slow~” You’re snickering to yourself, latex-covered legs swinging in the air as you eye the scattered pinpricks of red n’ blue police lights below. Scouring every road and lane in Gotham City for you - while you gazed with amusement atop a nearby rooftop.
You guess that’s part of being the resident Catwoman. Never to be caught.
Well, never to be caught by anyone other than him.
You shake off the unwanted memories of your now ex-husband, the billionaire vigilante you were supposed to have happily spent the rest of your life with. And it really didn’t help that the skyscraper you’d found refuge on just-so-happened to be part of his sprawling Fushiguro Enterprises.
Oh well…
Breathing in the sweet, crispy night air; you turn to what had gotten you in trouble in the first place.
That brilliant - almost glowing - pink flower you’d just stolen from the depths of a ministry vault, now clutched tightly in your cunning hands. “I like something that gives me a lil’ fight.”
“Then you’re gonna love me.”
It was a voice you could recognize anywhere, anytime-– that low, drawling growl that seeped his baritone words with just a bit of danger.
And you’d forgotten how fast Toji Fushiguro was.
Because just as soon as the realization hits your startled brain, your front hits the frigid rooftop tile. Tackled down. Face smushing into the smooth marble, chest panting out murked clouds when a heavy weight settles on your sinfully arched back.
Toji slouches sexily on top of you so that his scarred maw tickles your tender earlobe, weight fully rested to pin you down on the ground. Big, beefy arms holding you like a vice, “Heya, wifey.”
“Hello, ex-husband.”
“So- s’it a coincidence that both you and the police are visitin’ me or–?”
Ah- he was just as infuriatingly cocky as ever. Fuck having a happily ever after, you two were more likely to kill each other before that.
You snarl, more so because you’re unsure what else to do than anything. “Oh you know- just missing my favorite ex.” No matter how much you kick and scratch, Toji’s restraint stays firm. Trying to focus your widened peripherals on the ground instead, “I thought they killed you.”
“Not yet.”
And oh, you can’t deny that having his familiar hands on you after so long had you a little…electrified.
Shit– fine, on those lonely nights you’d even dreamt of having his thick, doughy fingertips tracing your simmering skin this way. All over. Drawing sloooow hearts near the nape of your neck - that lecherous bastard - before dipping down, down, down to lock both your wrangling wrists with only one of his oversized ones.
Your fists clench tightly, still grappling onto that priceless exotic flower. The curved fringes of his digits caress the metallic zipper running down your spine, “Hiding something, mama?”
“Meow, tiger—” You’re purring out, “If you wanted to feel me up then you only had to ask~”
“Down, kitty.” His free hand tugs on your cute spiked collar to strangle those jabs, and then immediately unravels your hands to pluck the pretty stem from between your fingerpads. He twirls the blossom casually in his hands, “So this is it, huh? I should hand you to the Gotham police right this second.”
Your nose wrinkles at the sudden waft of syrupy pheromones that puff out from the flower in shimmery pink vapors. Hissing, “No! Give that back-”
Only for the words to tighten themselves into speechless knots at your throat because you’d finally, finally gotten your first good look at Toji Fushiguro since the divorce.
Ever since you two had decided, after only a few months of marriage, that perhaps love wasn’t enough to keep you two from tying each other down to your own opposing ideologies and purposes. You ruled a crime empire, he was a death-defying hero.
And he was also…hot.
Had he grown even more handsome than the last time you saw him? Because, fuck, you don’t remember his rugged jawline being quite as sharp. Or his shaggy Stygian bangs curtaining oh-so-intense of a gaze.
And his suit - oh, his suit. Toji was still donning that dark, skin-tight batsuit as you remembered - only right now, his Adonis-like muscles were practically ripping through the elastic material. Illuminated by the yolky moonlight overhead to carve out every dip and curve, every bob of his prominent Adam’s apple.
Slightly horned mask pulled over his head, he doesn’t even bother to hide the sultry roaming of his mossy eyes.
Toji Fushiguro was like sex personified, and that makes you stir impatiently on the polished tile.
He’s shifting his bulky heft to stop your pathetic motions, straddling now. Lips twisting into a sleazy leer as his silken cape drapes over your body. “Cat got your tongue, wifey?”
“That’s my line, Batman.” You’re huffing out, lower lip jutting out in a way you already knew he loved. Ignoring his murmured rasp of ‘you look good’, you plead for the spoils of your heist once more. God, you could sense the scented perfume already saturating the heady air. “Give that back…p-please-”
“Oho?” Toji raises a sleek black brow, chuckles spouting off in gusts of scorched breath. He inches even closer, letting out a loooow whistle between his surprised lips, “The great Catwoman usin’ her manners? Ohh, say that again.”
“...please?”
“How cute.”
“Fuck off.”
“S’this lil’ flower really that important then?” You hear grumbling from above you - and you really should’ve predicted what would happen next. You really shouldn’t have been surprised when Toji promptly touches the straight bridge of his nose between it’s velvety petals and steals a deep sniff—
“You imbecile!”
And if Toji was swift, you were swifter.
“Oh, shit- sugar.”
He barely even registers that it’d taken two bats of his long eyelashes for you to break out of his heroic stronghold and slam! his towering body to the ground. Your legs latched onto either side of his toned v-line like glue, one hand of yours clawing onto the unmistakable bat logo on his broad chest.
“Reminds me of our honeymoon.” Toji cocks a grin from underneath, slender waist bucking - and failing - to throw you off. You were fucking determined.
“I have never- met a more-” You spit through your clenched teeth, so hard you could taste the raw poison coating your tone. Through each pant of your chest, you swipe for your prize like the cat that was yearning for the cream. “-stubborn- hard-headed- moronic bat-”
Over and over.
And then with a final reach of your free set of fingers, you entrap Toji’s wrist, grab the delicate flower, and–
-crush it.
Only, this was no regular bloom.
The moment its glowy pink petals collide with your fingertips, softened fibre smashing into your eager flesh, the blossom bursts. Bursts. Into a thick, cloudy smog of microscopic pollen that glitters and spreads in front of your eyes.
The sight was so mesmerizing that by the time you’re trudging your head out of the saccharine-smelling distraction, and crying out a frantic “Don’t breathe it in!”– it’s already too late.
Toji himself can’t see any reason why you’re practically sputtering n’ fraught - he certainly isn’t.
Sure, he was not the one who’d just lost what was likely a few million dollars worth of a rare plant. But when he had you like this? How could he ever even think of- actually, how could he ever even think?
Your chest heaving deliciously in that glossy latex catsuit, cute lips spit-slicked and parted with a never-ending train of complaints, fiery eyes he missed so much locked on him - and sat prettily on top of him, to boot! Oh, how he’d dreamt of this.
“Heh, always did like havin’ you on top of me, mama.” He inches his lolling head carnally closer to steal a few inhales of that sweet, sweet perfume you were wearing. It wasn’t your usual - but damn, did it leave him drunk on you.
And he sounded so gone.
Shit.
“Oh no, it’s working already.” You bemoan, massaging the looming headache throbbing at your temples.
“What’s workin’?”
“The sex pollen.” You jeer, your heart racing with a slight inkling of satisfaction at the way you’d finally managed to render your taunting ex-husband speechless. Or was it from…something else? You didn’t want to consider that just yet. You’re dragging your hips on top of his and you almost moan.
Instead, stabbing a rigid index right between the cushy valleys of his pecs, lingering. “Which you- would have known if you’d just listened to me. Honestly- this is why we divorced-”
“Sex…”
“Sex pollen.”
And then it’s silence. Tense, deafening silence.
Not even the sounds of the distantly-blaring police sirens are enough to make the panic set into your shivering body. Because right now it was bubbling with something feverish.
Needy.
But did you really forget who you were dealing with? Of course, Toji would never let the uncomfortable quiet linger on for too long before he shatters the night stillness with a sharp bark of husked laughter.
“S-so you’re sayin’...” He starts, and you definitely don’t like that particular tone of his. One which never boded well for you. With a hand squishing either side of your cheeks embarrassingly together, he ogles you dead-on into your hazed irises as he asks, “-you want to fuck me right here, right now, my wife?”
“I-I don’t-”
“I can tell when you lie, sugar.”
“Fuck you.”
His willowy eyes flutter shut with the image - and Toji feels so hot. He feels like he’s burning straight from the inside out, so many degrees higher in temperature at your sexy, sexy glare that told him you wanted murder him in cold blood and dance on his grave. Inhaling deeply, “S’that a request, mama~?”
And it was meant to be a joke - seriously. It was meant to be something stupid that would make you scoff and shove off of his burly body, disappearing into the night as he so often admired.
But you always did surprise him.
And so did the next word spilling shyly from your mouth– “Yes.”
If Toji thought he was burning before then he was simply aflame with fire right now.
All he can do to steady his dizzy head, all he can do to stagger his greatly heaving chest into choking out a guttural, “Fine- come on.”
Before you know it, your entire world tilts upside down - and not just because your ex-husband is throwing you over his meaty shoulders, your stomach laid over his rippling muscles. The slinky whoosh! of his grapple gun darting out and hooking onto the side of his building. Firmly. Your ass held high in the air, you swear you feel him give your right cheek a solid spank. “You wanna lose control, wifey? Let’s lose control.”
Fuck.
It takes two seconds for Toji to stride to the edge of the high skyscraper and projectile swing the both of you over to launch inside a conveniently-open window on the highest floor. Pulling himself inside.
And only one second for you to realize that he’d just line-launched you straight into his fucking bed.
Honestly, your scream had barely had the time to formulate within your throat before you’re being thrown straight onto a plush, dark-blanketed king sized mattress.
Glassy eyes looking ‘round – you’re realizing that you’d been transported right inside one of his many looming Gotham penthouses. Hell, he’d even fucked you right here in this exact bed a few times before.
Just your luck to choose to hideout in your ex-husband’s fucking house of all places.
“You- you little-” Your shrilling voice cuts out with every springing bounce, which makes the glare thrown in Toji’s direction immensely useless. Thighs emanating a stretchy screech of latex as they press together, you intake deep gulps of his musky cologne. “-you know how I always h-hated that thing.”
And oh, landed only a few feet away from the bed, Toji laughs - he laughs.
Breathy noises coming out in a thick tone, part of his face was obscured with the shadows spilling from outside. But the partial expression you could see made Toji Fushiguro look ruined - sharp, honed canines lifted into a snarl, sage eyes halfway through glowing. Desperate.
He looked at you like he wanted to devour you - and spoke of just the very thing. Gritting out, “And I’ve always hated that damn catsuit, mama.”
Heavy stepfalls thud! thud! thud! closer. And Toji’s sculptured body prowls like a predator closing in on his prey. Closed in on you.
“L-liar. You know you liked it.”
And closer.
“I did.”
Until it was too close.
And suddenly Toji had two meaty palms loops around your helpless ankles to draaaag you all the way down his decadent bed, your hips flailing until they find purchase somewhere near the very edge.
Ending off- “And I couldn’t wait to fuckin’ rip it off every time I saw it.”
Your skin feels so hot it’s like it’s melting, parched heat wafting off of you like the damn Sahara as his rude fingers pinch the rubbery material between your legs and riiiiips—! Exposing you for just how soaked n’ pretty you were.
Oh.
So drenched that just tearing your latex had you forming a damn puddle. Toji isn’t sure whether it’s the sex pollen or just fucking you that makes his heart race faster when he’s watching the slimy globs trickle from between your dewy, swollen folds.
Throbbing so depravedly that he counts one, two, three adorable quivers of your pussy before finally speaking.
“Fuck, I missed ‘er.” Toji’s seething between his teeth, already on fucking edge for letting himself go the what– seven months? without his only lady. He breathes in - gulping in that sugary smell of your cunt, and it’s so much. Too much, he’s nibbling on your sleek mask. “Fuck-”
“Y-you’re-”
You’re dazed, your puffy pouted lips glueing together with stupid drool and flapping wildly after the hero lowers himself to gift a wet, smacking kiss on your dripping outer pussy. “A kiss for her, aaaand-”
Toji tastes you and he flinches. Just for a split-second before the creamy stickiness clinging to his lips presses onto yours-
“-a kiss for her.” Toji’s lapping the scratchy buds of his tongue to slither across your pouted lower lip, sloshing out beaded wads of your own sap. Sweet. “Mmmm- really did miss this hah- pretty mouth, sugar.”
“You’re damn filthy.” You kiss through barren glares, and Toji’s grasping at the crown of your mask to tilt your head back. To swat your throat with a weighty splosh! of saliva.
“And you’re damn likin’ it. See?”
Fuck- you didn’t know if you even wanted to. Knowing damn well that it would be something enough to drive you into madness.
But, alas, for how relentless of a criminal you were - good always did win in the end, after all.
Though, as Toji slaps his swollen fingertips over your slick-filled hole to watch the ribbons of slick leak and ooze a glittery gloss over his wrist, you really wondered whether this would have been more evil than good.
You watched through cracked eyelids at the way Toji was certainly smirking like it was. Your watery eyes can’t look away– “T-Toji.”
“Mhmm–?” He’s gnawing on your sting-buzzed lips like a gummy, itching the top of your wobbly bottom lip with his sultry scar. You really did miss that textured feeling.
“Want- want you.”
“Are you begging, wifey?”
And right now you couldn’t even bring yourself to correct him - only blubbering with your desperate tongue, incoherent soft gasps about ‘please’. Wrapping your arms unstably around his broad shoulders, you thumb at the sweat-dampened black curls hanging on the nape of his neck.
Making sure to lock your heart-eyes deeply with his - Toji feels his entire body shudder. He feels his entire body wrack with vulgar shivers from head to toe when your dilated pupils come in direct contact with his own.
It isn’t even that damn sex pollen that makes his heavy tongue wash over with a simmering wave of spit just from the way you tilt your head n’ whine “Baby…”
Now you’ve done it– you’ve used that top secret weakness of his. Pet names.
The moment the airy syllables leave your cunning lips, you watch as your ex-husband’s darkened eyes flap shut. As if he was holding himself back this entire time. A tick in his jaw growing, a blush on his face burning, and his response has you wondering whether this was really the Toji Fushiguro.
Whether it was really him with his usual bass so hoarse, higher. Wild. “E-evil.”
And it’s like the heat is hitting him tenfold, curdling inside him and culminating in an ultimate, big dollop of syrupy saliva that Toji’s meandering down between your folds. Saturating your pussy with yet another layer of slicked sap, he’s rubbing one of his globed thumbs riiight over the mess.
“Count f’me, mama.” SMACK! He’s granting a tough pawprint of his fingers on the hood of your clit, grinning sleazily down at you. “Count.”
You feel your skin heat, swamping out a proper pool between your thighs at this point. “F-fuck y-youu- ngh!”
“What was that?” Toji hums, darkly. The cushioned bed dips and creaks! when he’s shifting sloooowly down the bed, closer to where you needed him the most. But so painfully slow. He finds himself snickering at the way your huffs grow louder in impatience.
“O-one…”
Another filthy thwack, and another cracking whine departing from your slobbery lips. It reaches Toji’s ears like his favorite song and compels him to reward you with another.
“Two- three.”
And another.
“Four.”
And another.
“Hck! Five- five five five-” You’re bucking your hips wildly into his clashing hand, and the slightest smear of his mountainous palm on your pussymound makes your legs twitch animalistically. You arch upwards in repeated grinds- Practically sobbing, from both ends, “Please, Toji- please.”
And it takes him exactly one more sullen spank on your fluttery nub to render you just starstruck enough for him to strike his knees against the floor without yourself noticing. The aching thud! reverberating Toji’s mahogany bedframe with just how urgent he was.
Rapid.
Desperate.
Toji spends a good chunk of time simply admiring your body, his nostrils flaring with great gusto as he drinks in your fragrance. Like caramel candy. Dripping wet. You were so fucking pretty, and that was something that would never change.
You’re feeling a sweltering sigh hit the very outside of your cunt, washing over you like a summer breeze right as Toji’s hollowed baritone rings out. “Missed me, kitty?”
Scrambling up onto your elbows with all and any remaining strength, the last thing you manage to see is fucking Toji Fushiguro - the dark knight, still in his snug suit - kneeling at the bedside as if he was worshipping you.
His pinkish tongue flopped out to smear a little wetspot where your inner thighs were, peeking at you through his dark lashes. Drunken.
Before your head throws back and all you can hear is the plopping squelch! of Toji prying apart your adhesive-slicked folds. Stray snapped strands of sap hitting his plunging lips, he circles your sloppy hole exactly once ahead of bullying inside.
“O-oh my- oh my god.” You’re hiccuping out, white-hot stars of pleasure bursting behind your weighted lids at the sheer stretch.
Toji’s lecherous tongue laps at your entrance and reminds you of just how big he is – how loooong. You swear you feel like his wet muscle is never-ending when he’s smearing your pussylips widely agape to push n’ push n’ push.
Mazing his slobbery way through your mushy walls until the tip of his tastebuds prickled almost near your sweet spots. And he’s just as mean as you never got used to, thrusting in and out of your cunt before you can utter a word.
“Please…oh please-” You’re thrashing back into the slight hill of expensive velveteen bedsheets that had collected underneath your surging hips.
Hands scrambling anywhere - everywhere - from the plush of his mattress, to clenching into fists, to creeping onto Toji’s bulky deltoids and reeling him in deeper-
“Oi, mind ya manners, wifey.” He’s stretching his tongue out wiiiide, swabbing the flattened fringes in a massage down your raw walls. It’s a scissoring sensation that leaves you sobbing for mercy, your cheek bitten in a desperate attempt to keep your composure. Failing.
“But- but I want more.”
“More, huh?” Shit, he’s humping his hips ferally into the smooth bedstead, rolling his throb-throb-throbbing bulge into it so hard that his words start veering into a…growl. “My wife wants more- more more more.”
The invisible pollen sticks to you like gum, leaving you insatiable.
A few steamy wads of drool trickle down your pussylips, and Toji makes sure to keep your fattened folds open so that he can slouch back for a second and watch the wads seep inside your hole. One beefy arm is all it takes to keep your legs open when you try to shut them cutely closed.
You’re both holding direct eye-contact as he bites down on a snagged edge of his glossy gloves and draaaags it slowly off. Displaying your unfocused eyes with rugged, tannish skin.
“How ‘bout a lil’ ‘thank you’, huh?”
“Sh-shut up…”
“Spit in my mouth then-”
And when you reach over to, he’s slurping it allll up. Every translucent speckle. “Ungrateful girl.” He’s moaning into your pussy, and you gasp at the sensation of his honed fangs sinking around your pulsating clit and biting. “She’s h-happy to see me though, riiiight?”
And it was true. Your diveling pussy was on overdrive, pulse after pulse that let out the most conversational noises Toji would nod and hum along to. “Damn, mama- ya sure yer my ngh- ex-wife? Fuckin’ missed how wet she got.” Sopping out so many more luscious splotches of slick - raining, fountaining out and he still couldn’t get enough.
You’re letting off whiny babbling mewls as you’re feeling Toji ladle out the clingy residue onto the capped tops of two fingertips. Pecking your quivering hole with a loud sluuuuurp, before he’s thickly stretching his way inside.
“Fuck- fuuuuuuck–!” You’re squealing, your cheek lolling further into the moist puddle of drool that was constantly escaping your poor maw. Insatiable.
And it was safe to say that your pathetic pussy hadn’t experienced anyone as staggeringly big n’ girthy as Toji. Ever. Because all that solid fucking length on his fingers and he only had to slip inside the very sensory pads to get you to feel like the world was spinning.
“They’re- they’re so big–” You’re hiccuping out through the leaden ball stuck in your throat, and it’s hard enough to pitch your words up to an audible level over all the waterlogged squelches.
So filthy, every damp inch inside of you curls up deliciously. He’s plugging your overspilling cunt up all the way to his knobbly knuckles, “S’that a compliment? From you?”
The bed shakes as Toji’s gyrating his hips even deeper, the plummy crown of his tip streaming out wet, syrupy smears of pre all across his overpriced mahogany.
You’re sinking deeper into the humid bed when he slaps his manicured crescents of fingernails right over the orifice of your g-spot. Oh. Pushing. Pleasing.
Delving purposefully deep to set you off maddeningly, “C’mon, sugar—-” Toji croons out, trawling his greedy tongue all over from the drenched crevices of your thighs to where your clit was all plump n’ perky.
Delicately outlining the cutest of wet hearts on your leaky pussy, he swabs a targeted whack right into your g-spot and makes you cry– “Yeah- tha’s right. Tha’s right.” Breathy tone hurried, rough. “Heh- meow f’me, kitty.”
You swear you were about to open your stupid maw and teach him a thing or two - maybe about how you wanted more - you swear. But right at that very moment, Toji’s third finger eases in past your gushing walls and toys with the buttons of your g-spot just right.
Rendering your jaw permanently slack, your cunt smeared wide open - sap waterfalling out like it was nonstop.
And all this time whilst Toji had been driving you to insanity with his right hand - oh, the man himself is fucking slobbering out viscid pearls of slobber as he brushes over the cold, cold wedding ring on his left hand over your clit and makes you arch—
He still had it?
“Please–” Your eyes moisten with big, salty tears, streaking down your face and making it so fucking difficult for Toji to keep himself from reaching over and licking them clean off. “M’not gonna last- fuck! M’not gonna…”
Ahhh, how cute.
Unruly locks of his hair plastered onto his perspired head, you’re just barely able to make out the sassy roll of Toji’s eyes. “Where’s that stamina of yours- ngh- wifey?”
“Where are those fuuuuck! d-divorce papers–?”
“Ooooo, fuck- I’ve missed that damn mouth.” He almost fucking whines, bloated cock twitching. And thereafter every wet slap! of his lips is followed by a pained grunt, every thud of his fingers deep into your goopy pussy crazed. Toji’s taking all of you - everything he can.
Making up for how many nights he’s fucking missed you, he twinges his frigid ring over your sensitive nub and pinches. All the way until your fleshy clit scorches with heat, painful n’ yet so good. “Mmm– seems like heh- someone’s gonna cum–”
And, shit, it might just be the both of you right about now — but your pretty self didn’t have to know that right now.
Every sloppy clench of your soft insides squeezing instinctively ‘round him only made Toji’s fat balls even tighter. Fuller. And the completely primal sounds ripping out of you are nothing if not sexy.
Only growing louder. Faster.
Your tight ring stings with the ramming slams of his rounded knuckles hitting again and again.
Toji wheezes out a slurring few mumbles over your clit and your toes curl. Pushing your hips back to glue your oversaturated folds lecherously against his scarred lips. Itching yeeeearningly over n’ over your shaky pussy. Your tummy flutters carnally as he rasps, “Go on then. C-cum f’me, mama- cum goddammit.”
The pollen was scorching him– making him starved.
And the sheer bliss that overtakes your body and makes you shake is ridiculous. Like something buried deep inside of you snaps–
“Cumming—” You trill out shrillingly, “Cumming cumming cumming– fuuuck, baby–!”
“I already know, kitty.”
Toji’s already crushing the massive bulge tenting his pants against the polished bedframe, hungrily lapping up every spurt, every twitch, every ounce of sappy slick that angrily swashed out of you. And ohhhh, this was heaven on Earth.
His lips were stinging at this point, drinking up all the ribbons of translucent juices that slipped down his tongue like a lacquer. He was so thoroughly at home, making out away between your pretty tremblin’ legs.
The edges of his pearly whites getting caught on your tender clit and sopping out your large splashes of sap even more feverishly. “So fuckin’ sweeeet, my wife.”
Toji lets his pointed chin droop open to smear over the very base of your treacly pussy, creaming all out into his steaming hot mouth. He’s drifting the metallic band of his ring over your hole - soaked with a thin layer of perspiration and smooching your clit with the buttony tip of his nose.
Spitting, just to watch the drenched way in which it spills out of your flooded entrance, Toji’s dark lashes shutter as it sprays a glittery sheen all over his sexy features.
“H-heh- clean your act up, mama.” Toji husks out, his clenched teeth gleaming with so many multiple laminations of dripping wet slick. Your sweet cunt was so filthy, and he can’t help but let out a wild, unrestrained laugh– “Should punish ya for this fuckin’ mess.”
And you’re barely even done with the Earth-shattering highs of your orgasm, toes still curling every time the teasing tip of his tongue flickers in and out of your hole a few recurring times.
Thighs tremoring as you shake out an unsteady, “Y-you made it.”
“That I did.” Another swopping slap, and Toji pulls himself off with a wet plop! It’s so fuckin’ loud, because that’s just how drenched you were, he hisses at the vicious spanks of stranded slick hitting his face. Grunting out - because oh, he missed you already.
Couldn’t stop himself from departing a throaty groan and kissing your dripping cunt again. And again. And again. Snog after slippery snog.
He’s panting out in scorched syllables, “Really fuckin’ missed my hah- wife’s pretty pussy.”
“I’m not-”
“After this?” His smile was so smug as he finally – finally, managed to reel in ‘nough self-control to actually pull away. Making such an exaggerated show of sucking his thick, sopping wet digits all the way from his knuckles to the very tip. Satisfied, “You sure…wifey?”
Your needy hips twitch from the last few dredges of your high, “M’your ex- oh.”
And yet, you can’t even defend your honor - not when Toji starts shedding that stupid hero suit of his and he looks like that.
Ohhh, all the way from head-to-toe. One by one. The yellowish oval of his Batman logo almost splitting straight in half when it snags on one of his ridged obliques. And fuck– you certainly did miss this - maybe you wouldn’t really mind his renewal of your titles…
Your eyes rovered all greeeedily to take in the swole puff of his broad pecs, spine curved deliciously in a slight ‘S’ from his muscular back to his sinful waistline.
Shit, he wasn’t even wearing much underneath his suit.
Nothing other than a tight, stuffed underwear that didn’t hide much- anything, actually. You’re ogling unblinkingly at the raven curls that stick out in a rugged happy trail. Bumpin’ up and down his exact eight washboard abs and tufting out at his swollen base.
Taking his sticky boxers off.
Fuck…
The bed dips and sings out creaking praises as Toji splays his bulky, capped knees on either side and meets you somewhere in the middle. Close.
Manspread so vulgarly that you can count the precise number of times his biiiig cock bobs up n’ down, you’re gasping at the sheer way he seems to have grown. Because surely Toji Fushiguro wasn’t always this massive, right?
Swollen. All proudly near damn ten or eleven inches and covered in decorative zig-zags of veins, he was so fucking hard that his glistening shaft was twitching with every pounding ba-dump–! of his pulse.
Your mouth waters as you take in the overwhelming streams of warm, see-through pre that was frosting his reddish crownhead in a thickly cap. Aching to be inside you. So fucking hot. Burning.
Toji was as bloated as a ripe strawberry and just as pink, you’re licking your lips at the lewd wonderment of whether or not his firm, mushroomed tip would taste like it, too. And before you know it, you’re crawling slyly to where he was kneeled on the bed.
Your kiss-bruised lips just flopping on top of his curvaceous head to give a sweltering, steamy smooch before–
“Fuh-fuuuuck! Nuh uh, mama…” Sparkly dewdrops of sweat swing to and fro as Toji shakes his head vehemently. Curling a soft hand at your throat and manhandling you to lay out flat on the puffy mattress, “Now.”
It’s all that’s said – it’s all that has to be said.
And by the grating, gone tonality sticking to his words, your husband meant it.
Not even soon enough.
Especially once he’s getting his hands on the glossy fabric of your catsuit and teeearing it all down into unapologetic tatters. Thrown all over his messy floor, Toji can’t help but admire that gorgeous body he’s thought about night after night after night.
“T-Toji–” You’re whimpering impatiently, and it takes only the slightest buck of your hips for him to lug over a meaty knee and press it down on your slobbering pussymound.
Your silvery slit slopping out a glistening splotch right where his capped limb was pinning you down with pressure. Hard. Though, honestly, it doesn’t even take much of his ripped muscles to hold you still.
“Eeeasy. Easy there, sugar.” He spits into your saggingly ajar mouth. And only nanosecond later you’re stung with the striking clap! of his ballooned-up length falling on your dribbling pussylips. Rubbing over the tender flesh with his wiry, tamed hairs, “Jus’ wanna nghh- admire my wife a lil’.”
Shit, you almost forgot what a complete tease he was.
Sandwiching his cylindrical length between your raw folds - he’s almost warming his vicious hips up. Sliding loooong drags of his blushing tip up and down your teary slit, you were so helplessly needy underneath him.
Smack! Smack! Smack! There he went spanking your nubbed clit with a few prodding veins of his, one after the other.
And he’s skimming a fat thumb to watch your frothing hole even better, slabbing your cunt with another slab of spittle through titters. Taking a countless deep inhale of your sweet, sweet scent.
Pure heat.
“Ad-admire me later—” You’re sounding out your complaints so prettily, droplets of tears starting to accumulate by the edges of your droopy gaze. Just simply soaked through, your mouth overspills with saccharine water to catch up to the rest. Needed it. You needed this.
“So you admit it?”
“Wh-ngh- what?”
“Admit that you’re m-my…” You almost don’t have the privilege of hearing the rest of Toji’s smug grumbles because of the way he promptly aligns himself on the target of your dripping cunt. Of the way he slouches forward, your ears popping once he sinks in– “-wife.”
And oh, for how full Toji was leaving you with only his sheer size - cramming n’ cramming his solid fucking length desperately - the hero was stuffing you only fuller when he eases a red, swollen inch and cums.
You’re hearing it before you register it - that sickly sweet sluuuurp of being filled to the utter brim. Your poor, gummy walls ram with so many knotted wads of cum that you feel dizzy. Stretching, stretching, stretching until the tautness pulled by his snaggling veins bloats even further with the splosh of thick seed. Filling you up.
He was ruthless on a normal day, but with the pollen he was merciless. Leaving none alive.
“T-Tooooji–!” You yowl out at the poke of his fattened, bludgeoning tip scraping your insides deeply. He wasn’t going easy on you. At all. No, you were going to take it.
Your eyes widen a fraction at the scalding trickle of goopy seed that was pouring out of you, buttering your lips with frosty white icing. One of your fingers twitch to smear a mess of the puddle, “Did- did you just c-”
“Move that damn hand.”
“Wha-”
“I said-” Toji leans in close enough that you can count every strand of gold in his jade eyes, dark brows furrowing. And you’re not quite sure that the fire in his gaze is solely because of the pollen, “-move that damn hand.”
Before you can make a singular motion, his calloused hand dips down and rudely swats away your curious fingers.
And then Toji thumbs your pussy open to spit– once on your gaping pussy, once in your mouth. Tilting your stupid mouth shut with a flick to your chin and bottoming out.
Loooong and slow so that you can feel your dribbling nooks and crannies massage all down with the lightning bolts of his prodding veins. Such deep, magical spots he’s discovering just by hitting the juts of his hip bones to your front - just trying to fit his thick cock inside.
Smacking and smacking.
And was so fucking big. You can’t stop the tiny whimpers that leave you every time he’s funneling your pretty lil’ cunt with such a large, barreling length. Just the feeling of his hefty weight sagging your walls had your knees buckling, his tip reaching scorched insides only known to him.
Oh, it was all so familiar having his fat breeder balls nuzzling your sensitive lips, and with a content hum Toji rests the weight of his sweat-glossed abs down onto your front.
His spit-sheened lips hovering over the heated curve of your ear, whispering. “We’re gonna have the ngh- cutest kids, wifey.”
Toji claws one of his engulfing hands on the matted, bedraggled mess of your scalp, and you gasp at the twitch of his big, bulging biceps pushing you down. Fitted all the way to his fat hilt, and he’s still bucking and bucking.
“Oh- ohhhh fuck!” You wail with every plump pinprick of his geysering divot streaking out long lines of precum along your dewy wet walls. Wobbly legs pushing off the bed, “You’re so big- nghhh you’re so big.”
He’s cracking a lewd smile at the way you’re already running away from his rummaging stretches - and he hasn’t even started putting his back into it yet, seriously.
“C’mere, kitty kitty~” As if you could even think about running away from him. His own bloated cock stiffens at the way that lil’ nickname makes your glassy eyes widen, using the diversion swiftly to grip your throat and pull.
Spearheading your sap-soaked channel open until the four walls reverberated like an orchestra of your carnal squeals.
“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuck–! You’re in s-sooo deep–”
“Ya think that’s deep?”
Shit, your gaping drenched hole is gulping down so many barreling inches and he’s still pounding in more. More and more and more squeezing in past your tight muscle, and batting at the bullseye of your cute g-spot.
Trailing a hand over to poke where his bumpy tip was pressing pretty pecks on your sweetest spots, the crest of his shaft slips n’ slides until it reaches your spongy cervix to give a good, long prod.
“Ya loooove it here, huh?” He’s huffing, hips slamming into yours so hard that you could feel the ridden heat. You could see the blushing red stains where his fleshy mounds were papping against yours. Red n’ raw. “Can practically hear that k-kitty ngh- purring, mama.”
And Toji’s version of “purring” were those slimy wet splashes that emanated non-stop from your pussy. Ringing up and out so roughly that you couldn’t even wrap your cottony mind ‘round just how hard Toji was fucking you.
Like he hated you.
When it was anything but.
With a dark, quirked brow at the way your maw unfastens when he picks up speed. “Yeah? Yeah? Louder, mama, louder.”
Every hit was a homerun, precisely. Toji’s knees part your legs to crumble open so far apart that the muscles of your inner thighs burned. With both friction and stretch.
He looks down at you with a lipstick-stained smile, sexy even when he isn’t even trying to be. “Maaan, I m-missed this sight, my wife.” Huskily, he grips his way to your hips and manhandles you to thrust even deeper. “Missed this pussy— never been the s-same hck! without ya, sugar.”
Toji’s tenderly leaving the wholly bruising marks of his thickened digits all over your throat, making sure to pivot his hips so that your throbbing clit catches on his textured happy trail. Swervin’ to and fro right as he buries himself to the entire base. Pounding you open spaciously.
You’re molded oh-so-voluminously spread to take his exact hits that your jaw hangs agape, eyes woozily criss-crossing - and it wasn’t even the sex pollen that had you like this.
“Sh-shooo good—” You’re bawling out, and it’s so cute how your pussy dribbles even wetter when Toji bends his plank position to massage you with his washboard abs.
Juuust the way he knew you liked it.
A sheened layer of sweat transfers from Toji’s sultry, sliiiiding muscles to yours. Making those raggedly-run vocals of yours pitch into something broken while you ached out more n’ more of that deeply carnal scratch of his puffy bubble-gum pink nipples massaging your own tits. His toned pelvis batter-ramming away as he pleased.
He hits perfectly at your g-spot once more, honing in on it over and over until you’re left sputtering on the hammered glazes of drool that coats your dry mouth. “M-missed you- ngh! toooo–!”
One of your eager hands tug on one of his smooth, sensitive nub and Toji damn near cums. His mouth - oh, his scarred mouth was curving into the most accomplished smile.
Splotching your own sloppy lips - missing the gasping cavern of your mouth, purposefully. Just so Toji could watch the showy way his glob of spit splatters the ends of your twitchy maw, while he counted every plap plap plap.
“H-heh–” Though, the tips of Toji’s ears blush primally red. “Knew it. Knew ya missed- missed me…Probably couldn’t go a haaaah- second without thinkin’ of me, hmmm?”
Grumbling out something incoherent as he kisses the tender side of your neck, something along the lines of a pathetically pitched “C-cocky bast…ard.”
“Wha’s that now?” Free hand toying over your clit, other tightening on your neck.
“Fuh-f–”
“Fuuuuh–?” Toji’s naturally chiseled chest ripples as he keeps mocking you from above. And even the ridged curve of his heavy cock was drowning out your thoughts with utterly fuzzy cockdrunkenness.
It takes you a long while - and a vulgar few plaps of achingly hard, gloss-dribbling cock - for you to finally manage out. “F-fuck you.”
And ohhh, Toji Fushiguro isn’t a masochistic man - but hearing those rude words come out of your beautiful lips always did make his overworked hips shiver dangerously. Closely.
“I’m fucking you, mama.”
He was hot.
Soooo hot. Scalding you. Drilling into you like he was out of control— so hard that one-two-three slaps strike you in sloppy succession, almost every nanosecond. Pushing you further and further up the rickety headboard, swashing around the thick, milky cum snugly pumped inside you until you were dripping from the inside out.
Stupid enough to murmur out a thick, “Then c-cum- cum inside me–”
“Ohhh now you’re talkin’ outta ya fuuuck- pussy?” He’s gritting out, tense abdomen pinning you down further so all the chatty gusts of air leave your throat. “Shut up n’ cum f’me, wifey.”
And shit- Toji himself didn’t think that would fucking work like it used to.
Your poor, infatuated pussy still so deeply in love with him that they’re basically melding into the perfect heart shape inside when you reach your high.
Toji feels it first with the way your gluey-like walls cling onto his sensitive, plunging shaft like never before. Slouching forwards to sniff in your candied scent with a groan, “Atta girl. Aaaatta girl, jus’ like- like that- cum allll for your ngh! husband.”
You’re already so sensitive from your last high that this one hits you like five semi-trucks at once, and your head tumbles uselessly backwards into the silk-covered pillows. Vision blacking out near the edges - and all you can concentrate on was Toji Toji Toji.
This wasn’t even the sex pollen’s fault - you just needed him so bad.
“Inside- inside-”
“H-heh, my cockdrunk wife. If I c-cum ngh! inside m’reeeally gonna wife ya up.”
“T-Tooooji–!” It falls from your mouth as if a sinful mantra, and you’re hiccuping with every prominent vein of his cock rubbing the insides of your tense spots. Ramming. Pulsing. “Look- look at me.”
Toji could barely even flap his eyes open but oh, was he looking at you.
Through predatory, half-lidded eyes that devoured you. “Mhm— Toji’s here, Toji’s here. Your husband’s here, sugar.”
One of your hands slithers up to the sweat-wetted locks of his black hair, other caressing Toji’s left pectoral. To thumb your thick fingerpad over his rosy nipples, and to also feel the ba-dump–! of his rapidly increasing heartbeat. You’re mumbling into his plump lips, “You’re catnip to a g-girl like me. Wan’ you inside.” Nuzzling his flush scorched cheek, “I still hngh! love you, y’know-”
Fuck.
The syllables are barely dangling off of your slimy tastebuds before Toji’s finally finishing - inside you.
And it’s so sloppy.
If you thought that Toji was making a mess before, then this made you realize that he was - in fact - holding back. The strawberry end of his red, red shaft roaming your sodden walls until he knocks against the door to your womb and cums.
Straight As for his aim, a great dollop of buttery seed starts piling up right where your g-spot is. And your cute cunt is stretched out wiiide on the slathers of ribbony sap he pumps you full with.
Your walls spreeeead.
All the way to the brim. Your head starts spiralling at just how full you felt - you didn’t know it was even possible, and yet, here you were. The tummy bulge Toji was fucking from the inside only inflating bigger by the second, cute lil’ knots of cum swirled ‘round and ‘round by his swollen tip.
With a face burying right into the clammy crook of your neck, he’s hiding away the cherry blush on his cheekbones.
But you could already feel the thin trickle of drool spilling from either side of his parted mouth, feel Toji’s Adam’s apple rip with a whimper–
“S-still love you- too, mama.” He’s kneeing open your legs further to make sure you take every last drop. Breathless at the glued-together skin of your thighs, stained all creamy white with his seed. His own bulky thighs twitch whilst he bucked, all milking himself out. “Always- always have. Always will.”
You find the wet insides of your mouth sizzling by the time Toji’s wrung his tender, twitching balls free from every teensy tiny drop of cum he had to give your starving pussy.
Though, still rolling his hips lazily into yours, still pressing the damp skin of his forehead into your own– his calloused fingertips break apart from your neck to give the pearly dewdrops of juices pouring from your slit a lil’ smear.
Languidly trailing up, up, up until he cups that protruding bumpy outline - drawing an adorable heart out of his warmly slicked mess.
“N’- m’gonna- ngh- gonna love our d-daughter j-jus’ as much.” He’s whispering through a low, almost reverent tone. So sure it’s going to be a girl. His girl. His daughter. Both of yours. “She could be our Robin.”
Your heart swells, and you’re just about to breathe in Toji’s piney, sweetened smell you loved so much - until he plugs his candy-glazed fingers in his mouth to suck, before promptly reaching underneath the very pillow you were laid out on.
And within the blink of an eye, you’re staring at one of the biggest sparkly diamonds you’ve seen your entire life - your wedding ring. One to match his.
“Always kept ya c-close ta me, my wife.” Toji murmurs. Gently grasping your hands to slide the cool band onto your finger, while he still fucked you through the last few lecherous throes of his high.
His emerald, half-open eyes stare deeply into yours as the ring sits rightfully in its home after so long. His shaggy bangs falling over your own eyes, Toji connects his forehead with yours. “Always will.”
And you already knew that the sex pollen wasn’t long-lasting, that it was firmly and happily fucked out of your system.
Yet, you still partially blame it for the way it takes you all of two split-seconds to push Toji from his shoulders until his back hits the back with a springy whoosh! A surprised gasp retreating from his scarred lips, turning into a growl once he catches sight of the thiiiick oodles of cum that gushed down your legs. Doubly full.
“S’gonna hafta hah! take if we’re gonna have a daughter.” You’re musing, a greedy smirk playing on your lips.
Seating yourself down slowly, slowly, sensually to do an experimental figure eight on his overstimulated, ruby-red cock. Still so hard, but hitting your cervix with a line of wispy cum - just from seeing you like this.
What was it he said–? Ah yes, he always did like having you on top of him.
Toji interlocks your trembly fingers with his so that he could leave a loving peck on your clinking wedding rings. And you’re purring, “Better not tap out now, Batman.”
Yeahhh, he’s marrying you again tomorrow first thing. If you two make it alive by then, that is.
“W-wouldn’t dream of it, Catwoman.”
.
.
.
And then just about nine months later; when your darling baby boy, Megumi, is born- well, your overeager husband only sleazes that you try and try and try again. He always did want a big Bat Family.
A/N. TOLD Y’ALL I’D DO IT. Also my period started RIP send help.
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nanami kento appreciates every single thing you do for him, however he especially has a soft spot for when you bake for him.
there’s nothing he loves more than returning home from a long and stressful day at work to the smell of cinnamon and sugar. the sight of you taking a tray of cinnamon rolls out of the oven makes all the previous stress slowly fade away.
“hi, sweetheart.” he gives you a smile as he walks around the kitchen counter to approach you. “you look lovely.” his eyes glance up and down, admiring you in your apron, a bit of icing somehow splattered on your nose.
“thank you, ken.” pulling him into a tight hug by grabbing his tie, you tenderly kiss his shoulder. “missed you.” you mumble.
“i missed you more, my love.” he sighs. it smells so great in here, are these for me?”
“of course!” you move away from him and shuffle closer to the counter, carefully grabbing one of the cinnamon rolls off of the tray. “have a bite.”
nanami takes a small bite out of the dessert as you hold it up to his mouth — it’s a sensual and gentle gesture. “delicious as always.” he licks the leftover icing off his fingertips, something that catches your eyes as he does it. he notices this and the corner of his mouth tugs into a barely noticeable smirk. a faint blush covers your cheeks and you shyly look away, moving your body and leaning forwards against the kitchen island. the blonde man carefully steps behind you, pressing his body against your back. you feel a thick bulge graze your ass. he touches the back of your neck and moves your hair to the other side, “tell me there’s seconds.” he whispers into your ear.
you shiver at his actions, “please.”
within seconds, he’s pulling his suit pants to his knees and freeing his achingly hard cock from his boxers. “i need this. it was a rough day.” he groans.
“so take it.” you hike up your dress, revealing to him that you were already not wearing panties. the pretty pink apron you have on is the only thing still landing below your waistline.
“already prepared for me, hm?” he places his hand on the small of your back and bends you over the counter. he’s rougher than usual as he glides his cock into your pussy with ease. his precum mixes with your slick as he thrusts into you. nanami places one hand over your head and uses the other hand to smack your ass with a ‘thwack!’ echoing around the room.
you let out a loud cry, the painful sting only making your pussy wetter. your nails desperately claw at nothing but marble countertop as your husband picks up his pace, your gummy walls clenching around him. he’s deep, hitting your sweet spot every time he fucks back into you. you feel every vein of his dick massaging your walls. “ahh! feels so good, ken.”
“you don’t know what you do to me.” he hunches over to get closer to you, his chest pressed to your back. “been waiting for this all day.” he bites at your shoulder. nanami moves his hand towards your face, using a finger to swipe the icing from earlier off your nose. “open.” he instructs. you follow his order and he immediately puts his finger in your mouth. out of instinct, you close your mouth around the digit and suck on it, tasting the frosting. “so good for me. what’d i do to deserve you?” you can feel him get even more solid inside of you. your pussy devours him, taking him to the hilt.
“cum inside me, baby.” you manage to mumble in between moans.
“what’d you just say to me?” his balls get heavier and he fights to hold back his climax already.
“want you..to finish in me, kento.”
“fuck, darling.” he rasps. “you don’t know what you just started.” his thrusts get sloppier and just as you feel a knot build in your stomach, nanami is releasing hot spurts of cum inside of you with a chorus of low moans. “just this sight is enough to make me cum again.” he straightens up and stares down at the sinful sight of his cum filling your pussy and leaking onto your inner thighs.
“gonna make me a mom?” you tease. your eyes roll back into your head as he pumps into you a few more times to make sure his seed stays inside you.
“making me want a round two, love. you’d be a wonderful mother.”
suguru geto has been your best friend since you first started university, and since then you’ve been inseparable. he’s stood by you through every heartbreak and every big life event. it’s no surprise that you constantly get dating allegations, especially when he’s always overly touchy and treats you like a genuine girlfriend. of course, this never goes over well when you find a new partner. there’s jealousy from your partner and geto. your partners can never stand your close relationship with geto, and geto can’t stand seeing another man put his hands on you like how he does. he always makes it clear to your current partners that he still holds a certain power over them. he’ll make obvious attempts to be closer to you than necessary.
like many times before, you’re crying in his arms on his apartment couch and telling him about how your newest boyfriend fucked up. this time, he cheated on you because he thought you and geto had something going on.
the black haired man moves a hand under your head to tip your chin up. now that you’re looking up at him with doe eyes and a pout coated in salty tears, he reaches a hand towards your face to wipe off your lip. he slowly swipes the pad of his finger on your lower lip, his intense eyes boring into yours as he cleans you up. “he never deserved you, you’re better off without him. i got you.” he coos. “i knew i had a good reason to dislike him.”
you let out a small broken laugh, finally feeling a weight off your shoulders at his words. “thanks, sugu.” the use of his nickname never fails to remind him of exactly how much he loves you and everything you do.
there’s a comfortable silence for a moment, the two of you basking in each other’s presence. geto shifts his gaze from your eyes to your lips, watching as you part them like you’re expecting him to do something. “princess.” he breathes out. it’s the same nickname he’s had for you since you first bumped into him on campus. there’s a thick tension in the air. it’s like an unspoken revelation between the two of you.
“can i ask you a question?” you interrupt with a soft voice, biting at your lip with a nervous look replacing your previous sadness.
“of course.” geto studies your face.
“was he..” you stop for a second, considering your next words, “right to think we had something past our usual…us?”
“and what do you mean by that? ‘our usual us’?” there’s a slight teasing tone when he speaks.
“come on, we both know what i mean. there’s obviously a reason almost everyone thinks we’re seriously together.”
his mouth curls into a small smile, “i suppose we make sense.”
geto knows what he’s doing and you’re aware of that, however you don’t even give your mind a chance to over analyze your next decision, instead simply bringing a shaky hand towards him and gently pushing on his chest as you move closer. truth be told, the two of you have never really been level headed when it comes to your connection. in a split second, his lips are crashing onto yours, tongues entangling like you’ve been waiting for this moment your whole lives. in between heavy breaths and roaming hands, there's a feeling of relief — relief that you're finally his.
he reluctantly backs away from you. “i’ve been waiting so long for this.” geto huffs, voicing your thoughts out loud. “tell me you want this. tell me this is real.” his tone is hoarse. he looks at you like you’re his entire world and anything you do could make his life come crashing down.
you sneak your hands under his shirt, dragging your acrylics up his chest, smiling at the way he shivers under your touch. “it’s real, sugu.”
have a geto fic in the works (been there for like a week..) and i can't for the life of me figure out how to finish it off. it was meant to be a blurb and now it's way too long for that category.
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hi ml! unfortunately i did, i wasn’t super proud of my past work and since i’m restarting my account to just be jjk i thought it’d be best to delete them. 🥹
choso is the kind of ex boyfriend that makes it impossible for you to quit him. the two of you might be broken up, yet he still does everything he’d do when you were together. how can you move past him when he still sends ‘i miss you’ texts every now and then? or when he keeps tabs on you and everything you’re doing after the breakup? seeing you with someone new makes him feel physically ill, and he makes that clear when he shows up to your house the night he finds out from mutual friends that you went on a date for the first time since you split up.
when the black haired man shows up with a desperate look on his face and needy pleas of how he wants you back, you can’t stop yourself from letting him inside. of course, just for a talk.
however, choso has become some sort of addiction that you can’t kick. only moments later and he’s got you in a mating press, hunching his upper body over you to give him access to your tits. he’s acting like a starved man, soaking in the reality of finally being able to touch you again. he places a hand on your left ankle, holding your leg in place as your body jolts with each thrust. another hand is cupping your face as he bites at the higher space of one of your tits, ensuring to leave bite marks and hickeys all over your skin. “finally mine again. all mine.” he practically whines, “right, baby? you’re not gonna leave me again, ya?” choso pulls away from your chest to look into your eyes.
“never. mm’-ahh, fuck-m’sorry, cho.” you moan, a string of saliva sticking to your lips as your jaw falls open with pleasure. you’re taking all of him inside your pussy, lewd squelching noises echoing in your bedroom as you clench around his throbbing cock. “feels so good!” you gasp. choso sloppily thrusts into you and his achingly hard tip hits your sweet spot even deeper with the help of your slick.
“i heard about your date.” he manages to mutter. he’s doing everything he can to keep himself from cumming inside you too fast. “no more dates, please.” he lets out a broken sound as your cunt squeezes around his cock. his eyes never leave yours, he just admires your face as you take him to the hilt.
“i know.” you breathe out, reaching out a hand to tangle your fingers through his hair, “no more. i just need you.” you tug lightly on his hair. your words only encourage him to keep fucking into you, your warm walls caging every inch of him as white hot pleasure takes over his body. he’s been waiting to have you like this again for what felt like a lifetime.
“baby, m’sorry, gonna-” before choso can finish his sentence, he cuts himself off with loud whimpers as hot spurts of cum fill up your tight hole. his climax feels endless, the thick ropes of his cum continuing to leak out onto your thighs. “please let me go again, i can last for you.” you notice tears brimming his eyes. “just missed you.”
The only way I’ll be getting through the Gojo drought this season is by remembering that he’s currently hitting the gym inside that prison realm to become this Gojo.
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choso kamo is beyond whipped when it comes to you. he loves taking care of you and fulfilling your desires, regardless of what they might be. in his mind, there’s no spending limit or required treatment towards him from you, as long as you feel comfortable and adored. he especially enjoys when you ask him to tag along with you at the mall instead of the usual money transfer. it’s one of his favourite things to do. following you around like a puppy, your shopping bags in his hands as you try on different cute outfits for him, all while not spending a dime of your own and tapping his card with ease.
gojo satoru lives for spoiling you. whether it's taking you out to a fancy dinner or sending you a daily allowance through apple pay, he doesn't even bother checking the cost of what new purchase you want. he’s willing to buy you whatever just to make you happy. of course, he still greatly appreciates when you thank him for everything by taking him back to your place and letting him take off the new lingerie set he picked out for you.
geto suguru has no interest in how much you purchase or what you want, he just cares about you and being able to spend time with you. however, with his head between your thighs, you’ll especially be able to milk him for whatever. you want a new pretty car but you can’t even drive? he’s immediately agreeing with a muffled sound as he devours your pussy like a starved man.
nanami kento doesn’t mind what you ask of him, however he definitely enjoys when you spend the money he gives you on a new dress for a date night with him. seeing you dolled up and making yourself extra pretty just for him has his cock straining in his suit pants as you take his hand in yours and let him lead you into the best restaurant he could get a reservation for. despite this, he has no expectations of what favours you’ll give him in return and he would never ask for anything unless you offered. he’s just such a gentleman though, so it’s not unusual for you to end up wanting to take him home immediately after dinner to let him release all his work tension by fucking you dumb. throughout everything, he’s still gentle and patient, letting you cuddle up to him and fall asleep in his huge arms afterwards.
toji fushiguro will question you about your purchases and make you work a bit harder for them, yet at the end of the day he’s always going to buy you whatever you ask for, as long as he at least receives a ‘please’ with your lips forming a small pout. how can he resist you when you’re the only girl that he wants to fuck until you’re in tears? his gambling addiction is put on pause if you need more funds, even though he immediately takes you shopping when a check comes through for another successful assassination mission. later on, he makes sure both ends of the arrangement are fulfilled by using his hands to pull your hair back as you take all of his cock down your throat.
ryomen sukuna will be quiet about sending you money or purchasing you anything. he gives no warning, you’ll just check your account one day and see a huge amount was wired to your bank account recently. he’s thoughtful enough to order something to your place if you mention it, yet he won’t bring it up and will simply ask if you’re free for the night. while he’s fucking you, making you take every inch of him, so far inside you that he presses your hand down on your stomach and you can feel a bulge, he’ll begrudgingly mumble a “did you like your gift?”