suna's girl

Oh, that fucking did it. Before you can even blink, Toji’s hoverin’ his large body over yours. Pinning you down with his hips. Rolling his sizeable bulge. Crushing the thick, swollen shaft right between your pussylips where you’re feeling it the most-

“What—” Toji rasps out, scorched breaths coming in pants. And his tone makes shivers run down your spine, “What did you fucking say, my doll?”

“Fuh-fuck.” You’re gasping, trying to squirm your own body but he’s holding you hostage. Pulling you in. Rutting against you like an animal. Looking up at him, you bat your lashes, “Something the matter, Toji?”

You can only watch with parted lips as he brings a hand down n’ wraps your drenched panties in his fingers. “You know what’s the matter.” He seethes, right before he rip-rip-riiips them straight off of your hips. “You fucking know what’s the matter.”

And then Toji’s bringing your sodden panties up to his damn nose and sniffing-

Darkened eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Erection hardening in his sweatpants. Scarred mouth falling agape. He catches sight of your glistenin’ wet hole and you swear you can pinpoint the exact moment that Toji’s mouth waters at the sight. Voice breathy. Octaves higher. “You see, the matter is…” He spits an angry wad on your pussy. “-how I ever thought I could live without her, mama.”

“Are you talking to me or…” Your pussy. You don’t even have to finish your sentence, because he’s pressin’ down a thumb onto the gem of his sweatpants - and then you already have your answer.

He’s pulling his rock-hard cock out in such a frenzy. Such need. So hot n’ heavy that it smacks! down between your pussylips and sends your syrupy slick splattering. The edge of his honed tip perfectly strikes your clit and makes you see stars—how you’ve missed him, too. 

The angriest red divot on his shaft swirls around a bit, dribblin’ out precum between your swollen folds. It trickles down into your entrance, and you keen- “O-oh, so you weren’t-”

“Why wouldn’t I talk to such a pretty pair o’ lips, hm?” Toji grunts. He feels the softness of your folds and is immediately pussydrunk, shivering out. “Who else would I talk to?”

Yet another heavy spank from his shaft. 

“Fuckin’ traitor.”

You’re just about to open your mouth with something sassy to snap back- when it suddenly clamps shut at the feeling of something so thick and probin’ entering your cunt. He’s stretching out your slimy orifice so well, letting the smooth crown of his tip slide-slide-sliiiide all the way inside—“But-” Gasping. “But she’s not.”

And then he’s feeling you properly wrapped around him for the first time in days.

For the first time in what feels like forever.

And Toji Fushiguro fucking breaks—“Oh.” His entire powerful body wracks with shivers, every bulging muscle of his rippling. Toji’s cock throbs between your pussylips, hard and fast. Harder and faster, he ruts - just a sudden, startled jerk of his hips. Like he didn’t even realize he’s doing it. “Oh.”

And you’re realizing that your normally suave, confidence boyfriend seemed so…quiet.

Almost shattered. Almost ruined. Almost pussydrunk already—and, almost cautiously, you’re reaching out one of your hands to place on his panting chest. “Baby, are you alri—oh, fuck.”

Just then, Toji’s fucking into you like a madman. Like he’s crazed. Gone on your sloppy pussy. 

With a harsh movement, he’s thwacking! a few inches of his thickened girth inside you. “Do I fucking look alright, doll?” Toji begs of you, and it’s a rhetorical question - one that he’s answering for himself. 

Because in mere split-seconds, you’re being pummeled with long, hard thrusts. Each tunneling inch of his made it hard for your snug channel to take all of him- “Not when I…not when I- oh.” And then you’re clenching, and Toji throws his head back with a guttural groan. “Ah ah, n-none of that.”

One of his hands slithers down to roughly pry your folds apart, thumbing over your clit so that you loosen your muscles for him. And the other? Meanly placed atop your clammy scalp to draaaaag you down his aching cock. “Take it- fuck! Or do you need Shiu to tell you that, too, hm?”

He was just so rude. “Oh my, mmm.” Mouth falling agape at the primal sensation, you buck back into him - you don’t think you’d ever get used to Toji’s sheer size. “I didn’t m-mean it like that, hck! I was just asking about Shiu because I was ngh- curious about the-”

“And look-” Toji guffaws, a sleazy smile stretching across his face. “-ya still have another man’s name in your mouth when I’m the one fucking you, mama?”

His manhandling grip then moves from your scalp to the headboard above you, so hard that the wooden frame creaks. And Toji’s using the leverage to thoroughly maze his slimy cocktip deeper inside your walls, “Only four days-” He spits into your open mouth. “-and my girl’s forgettin’ about me? How sad…”

Babbling away, you grip onto his broad deltoids and claw such red, red lines down his skin. Digging deeper with each piston of his hips, “I meant-”

“Because she knows that m’gonna fuck you better than any damned Shiu ever fuckin’ could-” Toji grits through a snarl, the bridge of his nose crinkling at the feeling of your clingy walls clenching. Like adhesive. You were dragging him back any time he’s drilling his cock into you.

Toji’s pointed tip swabs into you with purpose, and he’s finding each tender crevice to open up. To bash into. “Because she could wait f’me for- for four days. She was the only one to miss me, right, doll?”

“Fuck- Toji-” Bawling out, you could feel your brain getting stupider at the rub-a-dub of his winding veins. Finding their way into each n’ every good spot—“I don’t want Shiu-”

“Still haven’t cleaned that mouth out- let me do it for you, mama.” Before you know it, your chin’s being tugged open by one of his calloused hands and Toji’s spitting a glittery wad straight inside. “There.” Hips still unstopping. Still trying to fit in. To mold himself to your treacly cunt. “Maybe now m’gonna be the only man those lips will talk about…like her.”

Toji doesn’t even let you respond to his comment. Doesn’t even let you register it.

Not before he’s finally plunging into the back of your pussy with a sluuuuurp, greedily swallowing up all of Toji’s fat inches - and then the big, bad Toji Fushiguro is cumming.

At just the feeling of your pussy.

At just the feeling of bottoming out.

With a lecherous noise, he’s seeping out heavy wads of his seed against your cervix. You feel the hot globules spray into every nook n’ cranny of your innards, and drip-drip-drip in ribbons to coat your entrance in such a frothy way. Toji drags the knobbly edge of his thumb along the mess, creating the most sinful squelches you’ve ever heard in your life—

“See? Finally, after four days-” He says, over the soundtrack. “-she’s saying my name.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 8 days

Nanami Kento’s had a bad day.

Well- to be quite honest, he’s had a bad eight days.

Ever since that night you were both in bed, when you’d looked up at him with those irresistible eyes of yours, and informed him in that irresistible voice of yours, about that irresistible trend making the rounds on social media right now.

The…No Nut November challenge.

He’d soldiered through the first day, the second, the third, all the way up until a week had passed and Nanami Kento was completely fine. He was completely composed. He was unaffected—

He was slamming the door to your cozy house, cornering you in the cute kitchen you were fussing around in. Pressing his large body behind you, Nanami leaned his stern lips over and whispered in your ear. “Panties off.”

Soon enough, you were being eaten on your very kitchen floor.

Through your panties - because your husband had been too impatient to wait for them to come off. One hand tugging aside your sodden garments, the other pinning you down so he could properly glue his tongue to your hole.

You were just so sweet splashin’ all your liquids down his tastebuds, gurgling at the back of his throat, that Nanami Kento honestly felt that he could’ve cum right then and there.

“Please-” He’s lifting his head- trying to. He’s pulling his puckered lips from yours with a few more final smooches, finding it hard to break off that open-mouthed kiss. “Please- please-” And then Nanami looks up at you with trembling lips, panting. “Forgive me- haaaaah, forgive me, but I don’t care for that challenge any longer.” There’s something primal in his eyes that sends skitters down your spine. “I just want you.”

Badly.

In practically no time, you’re on all fours - still on the frigid tiles of your kitchen. With your cunt drippin’ beads of slick all down your thighs, and Nanami’s cock pistoning into you wildly—

Hard and fast

“Forgive me-” He grunts out, a thin line of sweat dripping down his temple. Choppy breaths, even choppier smooches to your textured walls. And the globular edge of his shaft digs against your softest insides, “F-forgive me, my love. But I…” It makes your entire body quiver- but before you can get too far, Nanami wraps his beefy arm around your throat. Reeling you all the way back in. “-I don’t think I can possibly go easy on you today.”

You’re gasping, your arms struggling to hold you up like this. “I-I know, Kento.” With a whimper, you fuck yourself back down his lengthy shaft to appease that ferocious need of his. “You told me the first time.”

“The first…” Oh. 

He looks through the high window at the darkened sky. Nanami’s mouth slightly unhinges, spit trickling out at the realization that this wasn’t the first round tonight. No—he’d been fucking you into the kitchen floor for hours now.

Hours and hours.

Pump after pump.

Sticking his geysering divot, making your mouth water all down his biceps with the grazes to your g-spot.

The line of his slit was molded to your soft g-spot by now, and you could feel the familiar pangs of pleasure unfolding at his probing. “I didn’t even- hngh.” Realize. “It’s just been too- hah, long. Eight days without you, my beautiful wife.” He’s pussydrunkenly wiping away the layers of ivory precum stuck to your folds, “I h-haven’t cum yet, have I, darling?”

“Not yet.” You respond, slightly struck by the fact that Nanami was so far gone on your pussy that he didn’t even know. 

You, however, had your poor pussy rubbed all sensitive with your multiple orgasms.

Nanami had pulled them out of you one after the other, feverish with need. Thud-thud-thud. Pounding you through each wave of bliss, the creamy tip of his cock swipes down to your cervix and all the way to your womb - as if reminding you that he wasn’t done yet.

You’re trembling at the pressure, your body weakened- only for Nanami Kento to loop an arm underneath your hips and tug you to him. To hold onto you tightly. To support your weight.

“Sh-shit—” Nanami grits his teeth so harshly that you can hear them, his chin hooked over the crook of your neck. His entire body shakes as he feels you clench, “And…would you like me to?”

You tilt your head slightly backwards, “You want to cum inside, Ken- oh, fuck.”

“Shhhh, darling.” He begs against the clammy skin of your throat, open-mouthed. Nanami’s blond brows furrow, “Don’t- don’t say such dirty words so easily, you’re gonna make me- ngh, cum.” And you swear you can feel his veiny cock twitch all the way in the deepest depths of your pussy.

Oh.

Oh.

You’re understanding the pure gravity of the situation. He’s absolutely flooding out a spurt of precum that clings onto either side of your walls, “So you’re alright with losing the- hck! challenge, baby?”

“Oh, my love—” Nanami wrenches out something dark from the back of his throat. And you know that he’s never been anything but a gentleman to you, even in bed. You know that he’d never said anything too filthy with that sensible mouth of his. You know that you can feel him grow even thicker, harder against your walls as he spits out- “Just say the word n’ you’re not leaving this room until I fuh-fuck you so full of my cum that m’gonna hafta mop these tiles. And then- and then, m’gonna kill whoever came up with this damn challenge.”

You shiver. It sounded like a promise.

Without thinking, you’re urging your sweaty head up towards his. And Nanami leans down accordingly - he wouldn’t miss a single second.

“Yes, please—” Whining out, you’re rutting your hips back as if to milk his swollen length. Just imagining his hot arousal filling you up made you bite through the sting of raw overstimulation that was building up. “I w-want it inside, Kento.”

And Nanami doesn’t know whether it’s your words, or whether it’s simply the way you kiss him, or whether it’s just been too fucking long - but he’s cumming.

Long and hard.

Head thrown back. Face scrunching up sinfully.

“Inside-” The stringy ribbons of his cum decorate your walls, until you’re sure it looks like an absolutely webbed mess inside. “Inside inside inside-” All buttered up. With a few squelching thrusts, he’s pounding each milky wad inside of you. “Oh—” And Nanami doesn’t even seem to realize until the thick sap dribbles out of your hole, drenching his hilt. “It seems I’ve- oh, lost the challenge, my wife. Forgive me-”

“No no, I like it, Kento.” You’re mewling out, and he still isn’t slowing down his vicious rams. Skin-on-skin. Until your cunt walls burn with the feeling of his winding veins. “Shit, I’ve missed it.”

“You- you did?” He gasps, and your husband almost wants to ask you why you proposed such a silly challenge anyway then. “Then you should know…”

And since he’s lost the challenge anyways, then it didn’t matter if he refused to let his fat, reddened cock pull out, right? If he simply edged his bawling tip to move against your cervix, still shovelled all the way in as he reaches his meaty thigh over?

The ball of his foot plastering right on top of your sweaty crown- Nanami Kento had his heel pressing down on you while he fucked you from behind.

The crown of his hard shaft flinching with even more droplets of pre, he rasps. “-that we have eight whole days to make up for, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 16 days

“It doesn’t count as losing No Nut November if I don’t actually nut yet, gorgeous.” Geto explains to you patiently, his cock pistoning in and out at a furious pace.

In and out. In and out.

The smooch inches of his shaft pry apart your soppy walls, teasin’ that cute spot of nerves like he’s been doing so these past few weeks. Geto had just a spare few veins, and he rubs them delicately along in just the way he knew would drive you wild. “Right? Riiiight? So s’not my fault if you wanna cum- don’t you know that it’s No Nut November?‘

He’s been doing this for ages now.

For sixteen days. It’s driving you a bit insane. 

The way that Geto would fuck you until you see stars, and then - right before he was about to cum, right before he was about to stuff your pussy all full the way you wanted to - he’d pull out. Fuck if you were near your orgasm or not, he wouldn’t lose.

Honestly, you’d do anything to wipe that smug smirk off of Geto’s handsome face as he did so.

The pretty edges of his lips curve upwards as you start to wriggle, absolutely powerless in his arms. His full nelson. Crying out, “But- but doesn’t that apply only to you, Suguru?”

“Well, that’s not fair, is it?” He coos, dark brows furrowing in faux-empathy. “As a couple, we’re in this- hah, together. Through thick and thin, through fucking you raw and No Nut November.”

And before you know it, those slender tips of his fingers find themselves slithering down between the crevice of your legs. He lets them roam over your dewy slit, cracking them open n’ rolling over your throbbing clit. “B-but…”

“B-b-but?” He’s cooing from behind you, breath hot against your skin. Mockingly, he slides his straight nose bridge down the column of your throat. “Speak up- I can’t hear you over that needy pussy, gorgeous.”

And all you have to do is look up at him through those teary lashes of yours. Fluttering them, you jut your bottom lip out for effect. “But I want you to ngh- get me pregnant, Sugu.”

And using that cute lil’ nickname of his? Oh, you were absolutely evil.

In nothing but a few sultry seconds, Geto’s shovelling his thick cock all the way to the hilt. And you swear you could feel every little throb he was stretching out your cunt with, molding his need to your walls. 

You squirm in his arm- to which he reaches over and grips your throat without hesitation. Stopping you from moving. Taking your breath away. 

And he himself sounded as breathless as ever when he’s whispering, “What- what did you say…?” You were almost too far gone on his roverin’ length to notice that way you’d made Geto Suguru stutter. 

“I- I said-” Breath hitching, he’s ramming all his hefty inches inside you like he wanted to shut you up. Like he wanted to pound back the words before they even reached your throat- and you could feel Geto’s blushin’ crowned head touch there. “I said I wanted you to get me pregnant- hngh.”

“Oh.” Geto gasps, as if he’d just been hit with the full force of the implication. The meaning. “Oh, gorgeous—”

And if you thought he couldn’t fuck you any meaner, then you were utterly wrong. Because that prolonged shaft of his delves between your pussylips so urgently that you start to feel as if he’s almost rubbing your walls raw.

The velvety length of his cock being squeezed with every thrust- Geto doesn’t care if he has to rudely swab apart your walls to do it all over again. He’s fucking you rough.

Hard. With one hand on your throat to keep you from running, and the other wafted down your core to feel where he was emptying out his translucent pre into. “S-say that again.” Geto demands, “Tell me-”

“Only if you’re- hck! nice—” You whine out, and for that you’re getting a few more aggressive thwacks! of his achingly heavy ballsack against your cunt. You could practically feel the need in them, the way he wouldn’t admit it but he’s been dying to cum-

“And what if I don’t?” Geto bites out.

“Then you don’t get to- hah, to cum inside.” You huff, guiding his hand to run down your stomach - right over your womb. “You don’t get to finish- ngh- riiiiight here.”

His head drops down to your neck, “Oh, fuck- you’re killin’ me, gorgeous.” Push after push. Pound after pound—the sopping waterfall of his precum only grows stronger, making your thighs stick together. 

And you try your very best to innocently shrug, “But at least you’ll win the challenge-”

“Fuck the challenge.”

Sixteen days and you’d broken him just like that.

He would fuck you until he was cumming dry if that meant he got to pump a cute lil’ kid inside you- well, he’d do so regardless. But now more than ever, Geto was pinning you to his glissading abs with his pointed chin against your neck to stop that restless squirming. 

And while he fucks you, he mutters relentlessly in your ear. All the things he’s been wanting to do to you this past November. “Because m’gonna fuck you the way you deserve, gorgeous. So keep those legs of yours wide open n’ those pretty hips raised, mmm, yeah I know that’s right.” The slimy tip of his shaft glazes with so many layers of liquid, drippin’ down the sides of his veins and making him twitch. “H-hah—you’ve been waiting for my cum, hm? My girl’s kitty been thirsty for it? I didn’t know you wanted me to breed you so badly, gorgeous, fuck- or else I would’ve done it on day fucking one.”

Your cunt had grown so wet by now that the most sinful slurps emanated after each rut. He swears, “Fuuuck, she’s practically begging me.”

“Y-yes—” You keen out, your back arching at the sheer force he was fucking you with. You’re begging, guiding his hands over the spot where you exactly wanted him. “Inside-”

And as Geto dares draw an ‘X’ where his ruddied tip was pushing into your womb, you babble out. “Inside, right there.”

“Yes yes, you want it to take, hm?” 

“Yes—”

“Oh, don’t worry about me fucking you pregnant, gorgeous-” He snickers out, and you don’t think you’ve swiped off that smirk of his as you might’ve hoped. In fact, you think that Geto might be smiling even wider. “-because I will fuck you pregnant. Told you we’re- ngh, in this together, hm?” Tapping over your pre-bloated stomach, “All three of us.”

And then with a few more thrashing strokes, Geto’s emptying out his heavy balls. All up inside you. All those clingy wads being pushed inside by his hips.

“Sh-shit–” You snap your head down until your chin hits your chest, feeling the sudden splash! of something sticky from between your legs. There was so much of his voluminous sap built up, and it’s like he was trying to stuff every single ounce of it inside you right this very moment. “How are you even…this much?”

You can only watch, mouth gaped in awe. And Geto wastes no sympathy over the way your poor walls were going to take it- no. He’s just filling and filling you up. 

Letting it drip-drip-driiiiip all down your legs and to his hilt, “Would ya look at that-” Geto grunts, letting his hand down there slither all over your puffy core. Smearing the ivory mess, he himself pries apart your folds to watch the cum seep out of your hole. And then Geto has the audacity to tut, “Look at you wasting my cum.”

You gawk, “Me?”

But you can’t move a single muscle in his arms. “Mhm—” He nods, still continuing his ferocious pace- by now, Geto’s entire length was covered in a thin layer of white. “Beggin’ me to fuck you pregnant, but m’not even sure it took with the naughty way you’re wasting it, gorgeous.”

Your mouth falls open with a rebuttal- but before you can even think of getting it out, Geto pulls out and pulls you to his whims.

Your back against the bed now. Your legs thrown over his shoulders.

A mating press.

He lines the globular top of his cock with your creamy cunt, falsely sighing. Though he looked elated. “Guess we hafta go for round two, then.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 2 days

“Please, baby—please.” Choso breathily pants in your ear, and at that moment you swear you could see fucking tears of need in his beautiful brown eyes. Those pink lips of his wobbling ever-so-slightly as he begs, “I promise m’not gonna lose the challenge so can I- can I just put it in?”

This was his last resort.

Ever since Choso had heard about this humanly challenge from you, he’d made his way through the first day with his hands off of you and his body underneath the cold shower, just willing those incessant erections of his to go away.

And then that stopped working.

Then came the panties - you’d woken up to find a few of them missing from your clothes drawers. And Choso’s hand was wrapped around one of them, pushed up to sniff while he tried to replace it with the urge to fuck your pretty pussy.

And then that stopped working.

So here he was - barely even 48 hours into the No Nut November challenge, and already dry humping you from behind on the bed. You’re purposefully squirming so that you can feel Choso’s rock-hard erection, “Already, Cho?” Stifling a laugh. “I thought you said you were going to last the entire month this time-”

“I will I will-” He insists, still gliding one of his hands down your front - straight into your drenched panties. Choso fucking gasps as he feels just how wet you are down there, “It’s just- I just really wanna feel you, baby. Just to feel.”

“Just?”

“Mhm—I think you humans call it…‘cockwarming?’’” And slowly, sensually, he’s tuggin’ that sodden fabric down. Rolling the cutest lil’ hearts over your needy clit, he gets you all wet without even trying. “I promise I won’t cum. I’ve just been missing you soooo much, my baby.”

You let him pry apart your thighs, ready for him to take you from the side. And he can feel it when you do—can feel that readiness, too.

Because then Choso’s moving urgently. He’s moving rapidly. Quick, jerky motions to open you up and urgently sliiiide his split-ended tip between your pussylips. It hits you like a heated kiss, the smooth surface of his cockhead. You whimper, “But Cho, you know you can cum if you want to, right? S’just a silly trend.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He insists, fitting in the angular end of his shaft between those soppy lips of yours. You were already pulsing with need, and his mouth waters at the feeling of it. “But I promise I won’t-”

“If you s-say so…” And that’s the only thing you can manage out before he’s siiiiinking his way inside.

Just the flared top of his shaft, where his mushroomy tip was spreadin’ you wide open. The first taste of your honeyed cunt and Choso’s gasping, he’s fluttering his dark eyes shut, he’s throwing his head back and groaning as he ruts. “Yeah- yeah, m’not gonna cum-” Prattling more to himself, almost. “M’not m’not m’not-”

And he’s gritting his teeth. Fighting against himself not to rut up into you—failing.

“Are you sure-” Your breath hitches, just the sheer size of him is enough to render your body restless. And you’re pushing back to move against him- when Choso immediately grips your hips and holds you still. If he couldn’t control himself, he might as well keep you in check.

And honestly, it’s times like this that you’re reminded about his superhuman strength. Because your beloved boyfriend holds you tight enough to leave nail marks on your skin for days, “I can take it- I can handle it.” He gasps. Dark brows gritting in concentration, Choso sounds as if he’s losing his grip and doesn’t know what to do about it. “I promise m’not that weak, baby.”

Just a second thrust, all the way from tip to base- he doesn’t even let you get used to his size before taking up every inch of your channel. “And m’n-not gonna cum. M’not.” And then you clench and you’re feeling the way his thighs shake from behind, pre splurting out like a faucet.  “I promise I just want to feel…fuck.”

He shudders.

He breaks.

Your eyes widen, and so do Choso’s.

Because at that very moment, he’s letting just a singular - a singular - inch of his swollen cock inside and cumming. Just from feeling you. 

Looooong, miry stripes of seed that cling onto both sides of your walls. Reaching for the very deepest depths of your womb, covering every inch of you with his sappy liquid. “Oh, f-fuck.” And the only one more surprised than you by the fact that he orgasmed at the first touch of your pussy- is him. “Oh, fuck fuck fuck- I d-didn’t mean to-”

“S’okay, baby—” You reassure him, tugging on his sweaty brown bangs in a signal for him to move. And your boyfriend catches on very quickly, bucking his hips into yours ferally.

“But I only lasted two days, baby?”

“Mhm, and s’just so cute. I like it.”

“You like it?” Choso probes, pinpointing every tender orifice inside you with his beads of cum. “You r-really, really like it?” It babbles up all the way near the back of your pussy, where you feel the sappy liquid dribble right out. His sensitive tears hit the curve of your shoulder, “But I lost No Nut November.”

“Mmm, all because you ‘just wanted to feel it’, hm?” But you didn’t mind it at all. “S’alright, we can try again next year, you know?”

“And until then…”

“Until then?”

But Choso doesn’t answer you immediately, as he usually would. Instead, he’s mazin’ his thickened tip between your folds again. And again. And again and again and—so many times that your hazy mind is losing count.

And the only thing you’re registering is the way that Choso’s ounces of cum start flooding deep into the back of your cunt, splashing around with each thrust. “U-until then—” It was a miracle that Choso could even speak with just how pussydrunk he was right about now. Cumming as soon as he put it in-

“Until then can I…” And suddenly, you’re feeling the unmistakable feeling of atoms charging up around you - the sensation of cursed energy.

With a gasp, you whip your bleary head behind you to see that that slashed tattoo across Choso’s nosebride was growing. Zapping with power. And his already-orgasmed cock was growing even harder—he’s making himself go more rounds with his blood manipulation technique.

So hard that he was fit to burst. With his blushing red tip pumping furiously in and out of you- he fucks in with a squelch. “Until then, maybe we can practice, baby?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 49 hours

You didn’t expect that Ryomen Sukuna would barely last two days.

You didn’t expect that Ryomen Sukuna would declare that while No Nut November applied to him, it didn’t technically apply to you. He couldn’t make himself cum, but he could make you cum.

You didn’t expect that Ryomen Sukuna would have you straddlin’ his thick hips, with your pussylips spread all wide open for his second tongue to slither into—yes, his second tongue. That garish smile slashed across his chiselled core, now drooling with so much slick n’ saliva with the way you were riding that cursed mouth.

“Ah ah-” Sukuna spanks one of his four hands down on the right side of your ass whenever you showed any signs of slowing down. And he has the audacity to let both of his mean mouths snicker at the way you squirm. “N’ who said you can tap out, brat?”

You’re quivering like a leaf at the feeling of his prolonged tastebuds entering and reeling back from your cunt at rapidfire speed. “I didn’t…I wasn’t going to-”

“Because it sure wasn’t me.” The King meanly interrupts, he raises a pink brow as he looks at his gaped second mouth. “Was it you?” 

And whatever sultry noises that are fucked out from between your legs is enough of an answer for Sukuna, because he’s nodding like he completely understood. “Mmm, thought so.” Before bucking his ripped core slightly to make his curling tongue slip in even deeper. “Then…was it you?”

For a second, you almost think he’s talking to you - almost. Before you see the way that Sukuna eyes the glistening crevice of your cunt, and then you’re shuddering.

Such sloppy slurps. Even better when he spits, “Good girl.” And actually spits into your heated core, letting the glittering wad of his saliva slip between your folds and get pounded inside by his tongue. “So it wasn’t you, either- hah.” 

“P-please-”

Sukuna pretends to tap the edge of his chin with one set of fingers, “So hmmm…who was it that told you to slow down, ma? Take a quick lil’ break?”

You’re pouting as you huff, “Nobody.” And before he can hiss out something even meaner - oh, you were going to pay for cutting off the King of Curses mid-declaration - you whine out. “But that’s only because I want you to fuck me- ngh, properly, Kuna.”

At this, his feral hips jut upwards like he couldn’t even control them. Like he was trying to fuck you the way he- you, wanted him to. 

Properly. 

“Properly? Tch- first yer giving me orders n’ then you have the audacity to call your king by that silly nickname?” He growls out, something else primal rumbling in his tone. It earns you a few more spanks on your ass. “I should banish you for this treason, woman.”

“But Kuna—” You grip onto his shoulders, balancing yourself slightly. You blink your lashes at him tearily, “Are you just scared-”

“S-scared?” Sukuna gapes, and even his cursed mouth sputters. “You believe that I am scared?”

You half-shrug, “Well, if the shoe fits…”

“I refuse to let the shoe fit, brat- I refuse!” Sukuna snarls out, jostling your body in his heavy hands. He was tugging you to pliably remove your cunt from his monstrous tongue—with a damp plop! And you’re finding yourself draped atop his muscular front, “Come- come and fuck me like you want to, if yer that damn brave then.”

His deep baritone hitches. There’s a blush creeping up his ears.

And you already know that you’ve won.

“But Kuna—” You enunciate on the nickname, knowing that it has his twin cocks twitching at the tone. “I’m not the one with the challenge, I want you to fuck me.” You lean in, so that his sensitive ears can feel your scorching breath. “Hard.”

With a shiver, one of his hands dazedly moves to cup both thick hilts of his. “Hard.” Sukuna repeats after you, almost like a prayer. And he swirls his hot tips ‘round your tight orifice, “Hard.”

And then you’re gritting your teeth hard, because he’s pushing in not just one- but both of his massive mushroom tips inside. They’re just so big that you’re having trouble getting used to the sheer size, stretch-stretch-stretching your hole so wide open.

You almost feel as if you’re being molded to all the winding veins that decorate both his shafts, fitting into every tender orifice. “Oh- oh my god-” Gaping. “Holy shit, I almost forgot how big you were-”

“If you don’t shut that pretty mouth this very second- then m’gonna cum, ma.” Sukuna grits out, his teeth clenched tightly at the velvety feeling of your cunt. Your folds were parting like silk for him, and they were gobbling him up ravenously. So eager to be filled. 

Grinning, “And I don’t see the problem in that—” You bounce your hips down even deeper, not only were you trying to fit him inside- but you were trying to ride him, too.

“What? And have the King fail after only two fuckin’ days?” He bites, “You fucking wish.”

“Oh, I do.” And without any warning, you’re cooing down at that second mouth of his - the one that was still stirrin’ his sultry tastebuds all down your slit again. From your clit and down to your hole, trying to probe inside because, oh, how he missed tasting you. Just loud enough, “And that’s why if you cum right now, then I’ll ride that tongue of yours- hngh, again, Kuna—”

“That’s- that’s fucking unfair- oh.” And Ryomen Sukuna has no idea whether it’s simply because of your words, simply because he’s been deprived of your sweetly dripping cunt for so long now, simply because you found a way to control his body like none other - but he’s cumming.

Long and hot and hard.

Two jetstreams of seed spurt right near the back of your pussy, and with gravity you can feel the way it sploshes right back down your walls. Before his swabbin’ tips swirl those webs back inside, they stamp his wide circumferences all the way on your cervix.

Rotund circles of white. The sensation of him filling you up feels like no other, because there was just so much of it - both of his heavy cocks throb as they empty out. “F-fuck.” You’re smirking, “You lost in less than three- hah, three days-”

Shut up by his own snaking tongue, so long that his tastebuds plaster from your clit to the deepest depths of your walls. Prying aside. He lets pearly droplets of seed drip down the middle of his tongue, “Shush, ma.”

And you could have sworn that the rough n’ tough Ryomen Sukuna whimpered at the very end of that rebuttal.

But before you could think about it too much, you’re being spearheaded by some of the roughest thrusts you’ve ever encountered- Sukuna’s chiselled v-line gluing to your front, his pinkish happy trail scraping your clit.

And it’s only then that you’re realizing that you’d made Sukuna cum without even fully bottoming out—slam after slam. Only when you’re too cockdrunk on his vulgar strokes does he think to babble, just above the constant squelching of his cum stirring around you.

“Don’t…don’t tell anyone in the estate or you don’t get to ride my tongue.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - 3 days

He thought he was in control.

He thought he could stuff his fingers knuckle-deep into your cunt and not be affected (after all, it wasn’t like he would lose No Nut November because of something like that, would he?)

He thought.

Right now, Ino Takuma wasn’t thinking anymore. The probin’ ends of his fingertips stick straight into your g-spot, and you find yourself throwing your head back as you cum. Whines breathy. Body shivering. Eyes half-shuttered to find-

To find that your poor, loving boyfriend had cum, too.

Just from fingering you.

“Taku- oh. Taku, what’s this?” You’re babbling, just as soon as you’re able to catch your ragged pants. Seated atop his lap, you reach over to where a dark stain had started to form on Ino’s boxers. “Don’t tell me you’ve-”

“Fuck-” He looks down. Realizing. “Fuck.”

And right then, he searches for something to cover- but you’re swatting away his hands instantly. “Aw, c’mon, there’s nothing to be shy about.”

“S’not that I’m shy it’s just that- fuck!” He throws his hands up into his hair, and fidgets with the dark ski mask that was still atop his clammy head. “I just didn’t think I’d be losing so easily, pretty- fuck, I should’ve known, with such a cute cunt that I was bound to…”

As Ino trails off, you wait patiently.

He still has that orgasm-hazed look in his eyes, something primal. But the only thing the man does is stare ravenously down at your drippin’ wet cunt. The only thing he does is let his mouth water, cock twitching in his pants all over again at the mere sight of your glistening hole-

“…Fuck it.”

In split-seconds, Ino’s tugging down his soaked boxers. He displays a creamy puddle of sap that leaves his skin glistening- and yours, too. After your boyfriend pulls your body down to straddle his slender hips, starting to delve his puckered tip right between your folds.

It drips all over. It smears.

“Fuck-” He breathes out, heaving pants. You’re only watching in pure awe at the way that Ino’s pupils roll to the back of his skull, tawny lashes fluttering all the way. “Ohhhh, fuck. We can’t waste a single drop of this now, can we, sweetness?”

Shaking your head stupidly, you’re just drunk on the pressurized feeling of his circumference bullying apart your cunt folds. “Too true.” Scraping your hands towards the clammy back of his throat, you play with the chocolate curls there- and his length jolts. “And about No Nut November?”

“Fuck No Nut November.” Ino insists, rutting his hips into yours animalistically. He isn’t even waiting for you to get used to his size, isn’t even waiting for that slight resistance of your elastic orifice to bate before pushing and pushing. “Sweetness, if m’gonna cum then it’s gonna be fucking inside.”

And he was pounding up into you like it, too.

“Every single drop I cum is for- hah, for you. Every. Single. Drop.” He murmurs, pearly whites sinking into his bottom lip to stop his words from sounding too much like a whine. “So take it like it.”

Just rapid, urgent thrusts. He was fucking your soft walls in, in, in—he wasn’t even letting you get too far with that resistant elastic of your muscles. As soon as Ino starts to feel your tight orifice closing up instinctually at the size, he grabs your throat and slams you right back down his length.

Your back arches with a keen, “Oh-” The slightest squeals leave your mouth every time his flared tip scrapes the roof of your cunt, directly targeting your g-spot. “Oh my god- you’re being so r-rough, Taku.”

“Didn’t expect me to be all nice after three fucking days, did you?” There’s slight disbelief in the way he says it. And his tone- oh, you feel shivers run down your spine. “Don’t be silly, pretty.”

Slurping, his dewy fingerpads trace down your slit to press on your throbbing nub like a button. “I fucking orgasmed just from fingering you.” He explains, slightly wavering. Slightly gone. “Three.” Ino repeats. “Three days…”

And to him, it was a wonder he even lasted this long.

Any longer and he might just have cum from the feeling of you kissing him- wait.

Dazedly, you’re reaching your upper body down to crash your spit-slicked lips onto his. And you can swear that you feel his pearly droplets of cum sink into your cervix all over again, splashing. “Sweetness, it’s a fuckin’ wonder that m’not breaking you right about now.” You and your pussy.

“Mmm, sure feels like it.” Absolutely ruining you from the inside out. Mewling, you grab onto his shoulders for purchase - only for Ino to grab both your wrists in one of his hands. He’s then pinning them behind your back, leaving your weight supported only by him as he pumps his girth inside. All red hot and blushing. “If you wanted it that badly, then why didn’t you, baby?”

“Well, I wanted to win- hngh, No Nut November, didn’t I?” Ino stubbornly says, and you swear you catch the way his lower lip wobbles with desperation. “But no- this is more important.” 

He holds you tightly to him, with your chin n’ your sploshing mouth leaking a sheen all over his pecs. And such squelching noises emanate from between your legs, the sound of his cum dripping out of you. He has to speak over it, “This is so much, ngh- better.”

Almost as if he couldn’t believe it himself. His winding veins glide down your walls, and fit perfectly into the tiniest orifices of your cunt. 

You spread your legs just a bit wider to let a few ribbons of miry cum slip out, “So much l-louder, too.”

“Ngh, fuck.” Ino spits out - and then you see the exact moment that Ino’s brown brows raise. Slightly. You see the exact moment that his puffy lips part. You see the exact moment that the epiphany hits him-

“Does it still count as a nut if m’just using it to breed you, sweetness?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 0.31415 seconds

The Strongest was the one with the bright idea to finally beat No Nut November once and for all. 

His great idea? If he started fucking his gorgeous, gorgeous wife (you) all silly before and during November 1st, then he could beat the system and there was no chance of him losing! Did you see the vision? No, not quite.

But he did. And Gojo was known for his Six Eyes, so he went right along with his plan.

Which is why you were currently being pinned down by Gojo’s ferocious hips, pushing you into the living room couch. For what feels like hours now - and his body was showing the effects, too. His breaths were choppy. Skin flushed. Cock probing. His eyes glance through those shaggy white bangs of his and towards the ticking clock on the walls. “Only a few more- hah, a few more minutes until midnight, sweetheart.”

“Satoru, I still don’t see what you- hngh, mean.” You’re calling out in your whiny tone- and Gojo immediately had a hand clasped at your throat to shut you up.

His crescent-shaped fingernails dig into the side of your neck, and you ogle that way that Gojo’s beefy biceps bulge as he tightens his hold—just to stop those pretty noises of yours from making him cum earlier, he said. “Oh, honey, do I hafta explain our game plan to you again?”

“Oh, please…”

“Let me-” He immediately gasps out, giving a sultry spank on that pussy of yours in punishment.

You’re shivering when his roughened thumb rolls over your clit, he lets the flat of his digit draw the cutest lil’ hearts over that nub. And then his last name. “So, sweetheart, if I’ve been fuckin’ you since before 12AM when November starts.”

“Mhm—” You babble, squirming. 

“And so- when m’cumming, I’ve gotta start cumming right before 12AM.” Gojo nods fervently, his soft strands shaking as he does so. It made perfect science to him. “So then technically, it’d count as- hck! cumming on October 31st instead of cumming on November 1st.”

“And you couldn’t do it normally - just not cum for November, like every other guy - because why?” Sobbing out, you feel his plumpened tip thump into your throat.

Again and again and again. Gojo looks at the expression on your face, and he fattens up his girth even further. So thick that he’s stretchin’ on your velvety walls, molding the zig-zagged lines of his veins to your channel. 

Proudly, he looks at what he’s doing to you - the mess he’s making between your legs. And then he straightens, pale body flexing in the moonlight. “Because you married the strongest, my wife.”

And hes fucking you like it, too.

Long, hard thrusts that dive deep into your cervix. Probe after probe. With his widened circumference, he leaves a bruise at that spongy layer in the shape of his plump tip. Several. “And we’re close- so fucking close.” Gojo’s hazy blue peripherals alternate between the clock, to your face, to your glistening cunt - being stretched on his languid cock. “It’s 11:57PM, just a bit longer, m’kay?”

“Toru, you’ve been saying that for what feels like- like hours.” That earns you a few more spanks- thwack-thwack-thwack. He did get particularly hard at impact play, with his fingers stinging on your skin. Infinity taken down.

“And don’t you worry, my wife-” Gojo pants through his clenched teeth. “-don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, only a few minutes more. M’not gonna make us fail the challenge.”

“Both of us?” You’re weeping, feeling his cock slip into your orifice at a maddening pace. His vein-covered shaft was perfect for pulsing against your g-spot. You had half the mind to wonder whether he was using his damned Six Eyes to search for that particular treasure trove, bashing it so accurately each time.

“Mhmmm—” Gojo cockily spanks down on your pussy again, this time letting the electric zaps of his jujutsu send vibrations up your spine. “So you just hafta sit there and take it- with those legs spread allll wide open for me, yeah, just like that.”

Your back arches into the perfect curvature against the sofa, it’s like he was impaling you with all his prolonged length. “And what if- what if this master plan of yours doesn’t work?”

“Nah, I’d win.”

Push after push.

Probe after probe.

It’s the last thing you’re hearing before your eardrums pop with pressure, and suddenly you’re hurtling straight into your high. “I-I’m—” Unable to even speak with the sheer white-hot pleasure that bubbles up in your veins, it runs all the way from your curled toes to the airy top of your head.

“Cumming, I know.” Gojo finishes off for you, his eyes flitting to the clock for the nth time tonight. He breezily fucks you through your high, and the textured ridges of his cock were just perfect to graze your sweetest spots. 

He feels his own orgasm getting closer, and Gojo’s head throws back. “Just a little longer for me, too.” Body moving before his brain, it’s like he’s squeezing his cock between your folds on almost carnal instinct. “Just a little- just a minute longer- if I can last a…”

“But, Satoru, I want you to cum inside me now.” You whine, your lower lip jutting out in a pout for effect. You run your hands through his ivory hair, knowing that’s where he was weak. “Please?”

His pink, spit-slicked lips part. “But- but, sweetheart, the time…”

“Toru, I don’t care about the time—” You’re rutting your body up to meet his, and it glissades perfectly down his chiselled abs. “Just want you to cum inside.” You run your hand down your front, and it stops right above where his crowned shaft ended, poking you with each jackhammer. “Fill me up r-right here? Maybe we can get a cute lil’ kid out of it.”

And that’s when the Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer of all time, halts.

When his hips stutter. When he jerks his sloppy cock into your warm depths- and then he’s properly moving on primal instinct for a few more strokes. 

Eyes bulging. Lips parted. Voice pitched high in disbelief—“I-inside. A cute lil’ kid.” And he sounds almost as if he’s been pushed to the edge of insanity whilst he repeats what you said. “You want me to…you want…”

“Yes-” Like a mantra, you risk a look behind at the clock yourself. “But you’re gonna hafta cum soon, Toru, if you don’t wanna miss-”

“You want me to fuck you w-with my kid- to bear my child- my heir.” Repeating it underneath his breath, over and over again. You feel the words depart against your face every time he delves into your pussy, “My heir. My heir. My heir-”

“Fuck, Toru.” Your nails dig into the muscles on his back, “Cum inside me.” You don’t know whether your sense of urgency was because of the timing, or the way he was pounding into you. “Inside- i-inside-”

“My-” And with a few more vulgar strokes, he places a hand on top of your core. Pressing down. “-heir. Gonna be right here- r-right here, sweetheart.”

“Yes, please…”

In practically no time, you’re feeling the intensity of your second orgasm - and his. 

Warmth floods your entire being, energy thrumming through your body and it seems to charge in the air around you. Something sparks from Gojo’s powerful body, whizzing past with every hot stream he’s emptying out into your cunt. 

Pouring out like a flood. Splat-splat-splat. The ring of white glistens ‘round your entrance, and beads out every time he’s pulling out to push the wads back in. “Right on time, my girl.” He finishes off proudly, lightning bolts of blue crackling at the corners of his eyes. 

They allow your husband to pinpoint the highs of your orgasm, the peaks of your bliss. With each one, he thoroughly scours your walls and hits your g-spot precisely. “Right on…f-fuck.”

That didn’t sound like an exclamation of triumph. 

And you can only watch in slight awe as he reaches a strong arm out- the clock on the wall suddenly darts to his palm, moved by his powers. A thin layer of blue coats the device as Gojo’s powers work through it.

And the clock starts ticking again.

“0.31415 seconds after midnight.” He squints his sensitive eyes down at the clock face, tone final. It seems that it’d stopped working because of an overload of his cursed energy, billowing out in uncontrollable waves at the feeling of your soft cunt. “We’ve lost No Nut November.”

“Oh, shit.” You gasp.

“Your pussy was just too good, sweetheart.” Gojo sighs, setting down the clock and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. Expression grim. Eyes shadowed.

Before you can say another word, his arm reaches out again- except, this time, it’s raised in the direction of your shared bedroom. And what whizzes into his hand isn’t a clock - not even close.

It’s that wooden paddle you always hid underneath your bed.

He traces the flat, frigid material along the skin of your clit- tapping slightly. And then down to the side of your hips, tap-tap-tapping. “What- to- do…”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 30 days

To your immense surprise, Higuruma was the one that was disciplined.

Calm. Composed. Challenging your temptations as you dallied ‘round the house in his favorite lingerie set, as you sidled up in those skimpy things every night, as you undid his tie after a long day in court whilst whispering such dirty things in his ears.

Dirty, dirty things that you wanted him to do to you.

And yet, none of it seemed to have any effect. 

Sure, he’d fingered you till you squirted, and eaten you out more times than you could count. But honestly, it had slowly edged towards the end of the month and you were now damn sure that Higuruma would get through it unscathed.

Un-cumming.

That is…until the final day of No Nut November. It was deep into the night, and you were sprawled out on your bed, waiting for your husband to finish up with a last-minute work call before you two stepped out for a romantic dinner.

And since you didn’t want your elegant outfit to get crinkled, you’d found yourself rustling through your shared closet.

Flipping through a few raggedly old t-shirts before you stopped on one…Higuruma’s suit jacket.

The very same one he wore to his court cases every day. The very same one that looked so snugly attractive on him, emphasizing his slim waist and that broad chest. Oh.

Unthinkingly, you’d taken it off the hanger with the intention of wearing it for now - just as you waited - and ironing it later before he had to actually use it. A win-win. A no-brainer. And when Higuruma walked back into the room after finishing up his call, you didn’t expect anything less than a subtle nod of acknowledgement. 

You certainly didn’t expect him to take one look at you and- fuck, suddenly you found yourself at the edge of your king-sized bed. Your back against the mattress. Your legs on his muscular shoulders.

He’d juuuust swiped aside your panties at the whine of your gown getting wrinkled. His red, swollen cock burrowing into you and all the way back out. In and out. In and out. In and out—his vein-covered shaft was rubbin’ against your walls at a feverish pace, until the intrusion between your legs looked like nothing more than a blur.

It didn’t seem like you’d be making your reservation any time soon.

In and out in and out- “Sh-shit, Hiromi. What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” You’re crying out, feeling his thumping tip swipe damn near your lungs.

All this month, he hadn’t done anything like this. 

“Just wanted to- you looked so…so sweet, sugar.” Higuruma grunts out, through the smacks of skin-on-skin. “So beautiful tonight.”

Gasping, “It’s because of the jacket, isn’t it?”

“Jacket?” A few more probes, he somehow manages to map out every inch of your cunt so well. Until the geysering divot in the middle of his shaft finds itself dripping against your tender spots. “Wh-what jacket?”

He stuttered.

“So it is the jacket—ngh.” In punishment, he’s accelerating his hips until the skin ‘round Higuruma’s pelvis burns bright red. Harder. Harder.

Again and again, he’s sliding his shaft in and out of you as if making up for this entire month. All those days and long, long nights that he wasn’t able to- and soon enough, you find yourself drooling at the feeling of his veiny length massaging you. You narrow your eyes, aware that he was getting you purposefully cockdrunk.

“I didn’t say that—you have no evidence, angel.” Your husband pants out, his breath scalding against your features. “In most cases, s’not fair to make any conclusions with absolutely no- hngh, evidence, until then s’just allegations.”

He always knew how wet you got whenever Higuruma talked all lawyer-like to you. And you knew how thickly hard he got whenever you bit back—

“My evidence is…” Moving as if you were about to remove that jacket of his-

It’s just the slightest movement, the barest tug on that fabric, that gets you pinned down to the bed with a hand at your throat. Higuruma’s other hand pinning both your wrists together. And with them held together, he angles his hips juuuust right so that his tufted happy trail scrapes your puffy clit.

Fucking you furiously, he spits between snarled teeth—voice deep, dark eyes alert. “Don’t you dare take that jacket off, angel.”

“-that.” You finish off, “That is my evidence. And I rest my case.”

“Dirty girl. I love when you talk like th-that.” Higuruma growls, and you feel his tip twitch in excitement. “God, I love you- love how you’re my fuckin’ wife.”

“And you know what else- haaaah, that m’sure you’re gonna love?” You ask, making his eyebrows raise in question. At this, you tug him in by the smart tie of his outfit- the part that he still had on. Whispering in his ear, “Round two. Missing the dinner.”

His fucked-out expression looked like he was just handed the keys to the gates of heaven—“Oh, sugar, don’t start something you can’t finish—”

“With me in this jacket…and nothing else.”

And in practically no time, Higuruma was letting go of the hold he had on himself. In a second he’s snapping- and bursting into white-hot globules of cum that line every inch of your cunt. The girth of Higuruma’s cock smears those wads inside you, painting a layer of white on his prolonged length.

Which he looks down and hisses at- looking at the clock: 11:50PM. It was still November, and he had failed the challenge.

But that didn’t mean that Higuruma was going to let you off easy - no, quite the opposite, in fact. His dominant hand is on you instantly, rubbing several fingertips over your perky clit. He counts the throbbing of your pulse through your nub, and gets to about five before you’re cumming, too.

Hard and fast.

Just like the way he was fucking you through it. The zig-zagging lines of his shaft massaging your sweetest spots, you could feel him splosh ‘round the slick n’ seed inside of you. It dribbles out like a waterfall- “All month long…”

Prying open your teary lips, your tongue feels heavy. “Wh-what?”

“All month long- and this is what it comes down to- on the last day- in the last hour.” He mutters, a thin line of sweat winding down his temple. “I’ve lost. I’ve seriously lost. Taken out by my beautiful wife. In my jacket.”

And before you can say anything, his long index hooks on the hem of your neckline. Tugging down. Pulling. Higuruma’s using that hidden strength of his to make sure that your outfit rings out the tiniest riiiiip—

“And I’d lose No Nut November all over again to fuck you in nothing but my jacket, angel.”

A/N. Of course I couldn’t NOT write this ngh-

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“—devastating loss for the man that once ruled the octagon.”

“The latest in his recent losing streak, fans are left wondering when their light heavyweight champion will make his comeback. And what changes have to be made in order to—”

“—almost as if he’s been jinxed, hah!”

You hasten to turn down the volume on your phone. Despite having your earphones connected, all those screams n’ cries n’ protests still melded together into a powerful whirlwind, blaring out from the cheap speakers.

Tinny. The disappointment of the vast audience on-screen was far too much for your device to contain.

And not wishing to draw any more dirty looks from the other passengers on your bus, you muted the video and paused it on a still of Toji Fushiguro.

It was right after his defeat in the preliminaries; his skin glistening in fervent sweat, a cut bleeding from his brow, face scrunched as he rejected the help of someone from his own team. Instead, choosing to get up by himself.

Still silenced, you let the video play on a little longer - and you take in the glump slump of his shoulders. Oh-so-toned. You take in the way he stalks grimly off of the octagon-shaped battleground that the MMA was most famous for.

From here, you could tell that Toji towered above all of the crew- hell, he even towered above his opponent.

So why did he lose?

Alright, so you weren’t an expert in all things mixed-martial arts - but as a physical therapist you think you had some sort of say in the matter!

From here, you determine that this should’ve been an easy win for him. Terribly easy. Practically handed to him: for Toji was built considerably larger, stronger, about 6’3 with a ripped physique that made you understand exactly why the fighter had graced every single sports magazine in existence last season. Every TV show. Every sports exclusive. He’d taken the fighting world by storm at his debut, and he’d held that title ever since.

Infamous.

A wonder to watch on the screen.

A deep v-line. Arms the size of your head.

Those sage, half-lidded eyes of his were intense - especially now, as they blazed with injustice. You could remember feeling them follow your every move, prowling, from the athletics section on every magazine aisle. You think you’d picked up those exact magazines a few times, just to make sure that they weren’t somehow actually following you.

One time, you even remember the shop employee nodding approvingly at your choice.

Everyone knew Toji Fushiguro.

If not from his legendary MMA reputation, then from his irresistible looks. If not from his irresistible looks, then from his reputation as a tyrant in the ring.

If from neither then from his recent streak of losses that shook the fighting world.

It’d come out of nowhere. And no athlete quite expects to lose, but this seemed to have come as a surprise especially to Toji and his team, crew to an athlete that should’ve been at the top of his game.

You ponder - perhaps it was some wear on the joints, or maybe he hasn’t been getting enough electrolytes this season…

You’re pulled out of your little reverie by a cough from the kind ol’ lady seated beside you; the type that was less a necessity of the body, and more a pointed intonation of ‘I don’t know what you’re doing and it seems like neither do you’.

And, suddenly, you realize that you hadn’t just been staring into space as you’d thought- no, you’d been staring (quite passionately) at a paused frame of Toji Fushiguro in all his shirtless, sweaty glory. A close-up of his built figure. A close-up of the tattoo on the side of his toned hip.

Which, you had to admit was quite…attractive- pull yourself together! You turn off the phone that you’d pulled out in the first place for research, lest anyone else on the bus start thinking that you were some kind of pervert (it might already be too late for that, the elderly woman was tittering to herself). Ducking your head in shame, you sigh out in relief as you notice that your stop is near.

“The next stop is Sendagaya Station, Shibuya.” The lilting voice of the conductor rings out, “Please prepare your fares.”

You were glad to finally get off this bus, after a long ride spent toiling to yourself. In no time, you’d paid your fare and was stepping out into the bustling city.

Conveniently, right in front of the gymnasium you were supposed to arrive at: TEAM BLACK, TOKYO MMA GYM. 5F. 

To work for Toji Fushiguro.

You check your watch—five minutes early. Dressed in your crisp scrubs, you adjust the glinting golden badge engraved with your name and your position as physical therapist. 

And then you step in.

The sound of gloves connecting with flesh, of groaning punching bags, and shouts greet you immediately as you enter. There were a multitude of fights that were ongoing in the expansive gym, but there was only one that you couldn’t take your eyes off of - right in the middle, pummeling his bloodied opponent, was Toji Fushiguro.

From around the ring, teammates and coaches were yelling at the dark-haired man to stop. But he doesn’t.

His stone-cold face specks with blood, and he still doesn’t stop. His opponent taps at the mat to halt the match, and he still doesn’t stop. One of the other fighters in the gym runs up to grab him, and he still doesn’t stop.

Ultimately, you watch as it takes about five men to even match Toji’s strength- forget about overpowering.

“What’s wrong with you?!” One of the men cried out, “‘Free sparring’ doesn’t mean you should actually take the guy apart- someone could have gotten injured!”

“You okay? You seemed lost there, man…”

“Is this about the loss from a few weeks ago- eek!” Several of them stumble backwards as Toji glares at them for that particular comment, and suddenly you’re reminded of the match you’d just watched on the way here. That devastating loss.

You look over and can’t help but notice that the man inside the ring right now is much bigger than the one he’d fought during that match. Much stronger, it seems.

And again, you’re wondering - why the hell couldn’t he win?

“The punk wanted to spar, s’not my fuckin’ problem he couldn’t handle it.” Toji grunts, and it’s the first time you’re hearing his low baritone. Slightly husky.

He rolls his eyes as he shoves off the other fighters, and pulls aside the colored ropes ring to step out. Which is when, slowly, magnetically, his eyes meet yours.

“Who’s this?”

Toji’s in front of you in a split-second, his broad shape looming. His twinkling irises staring down. His black t-shirt skin-tight. His scarred lips slightly quirking upwards—

And before you can even think of responding, you hear a call of your name.

From the other side of the gym, a clean-cut man with a slight spattering of scruff was pacing his way over. He was well-built, like the other fighters here, though with an air of authority with which he wielded a clipboard.

In front of you, Toji repeats your name. Like he was tasting it.

“Ah, you must be the new physical therapist!” The man announces once he’s close enough, and you bow politely to which he does the same. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. The name’s Shiu Kong, m’the manager of these animals- so if there’s anything you need to ask, you ask me.”

“Thank you for having me, and for the opportunity.” You smile, seeing Toji’s stunned expression from the edge of your peripheral vision.

He scoffs, “And what do we need a physical therapist for?”

Shiu instantly smacks him with his clipboard, “Have you had one too many blows to the head?” He barks out, in a tone that was the complete opposite of the gentle way he’d spoken to you. “Huh? Have you? Have you forgotten the fact that you’ve done more losing than winning this season-”

“Alright alright-” Toji waves off, “The fuck? They should put you in the ring next.”

And then he turns to you and sweeps his eyes up and down. Deciding to take a chance, you thrust your hand out in the attempt of a handshake- only for him to take it in his much-larger, roughened one. And instead he flips your palm over and bends- almost like he’s bowing, almost like you’re royalty - and grins. “Pleasure.”

He doesn’t introduce himself, he knows he doesn’t have to.

And with only a slight smirk thrown your way, Toji turns on his heel and heads in the direction of one of the clinical-looking rooms in the gymnasium. Away from all the fighting, you assumed that this will be your office going forward.

Toji’s already there when you enter, and he’s-

…shirtless?

His broad back was all on display for you, every curve n’ divot, every one of his eight washboard abs, every flex of his muscles. He was glimmering with a sheen of sweat that brought out just how toned he was- and you think you could see, closer than ever, the inky spirals of a snake on his hip.

“My clothes are soaked in sweat-” Toji turns to look at you, and you feel your heart race at being caught staring. “I can do this in my boxers, right?”

“Ah, yes!” You try to keep your tone even, and help your client - your client - lay down on the examination table. But oh- he really was attractive. Painfully so.

Not even those smokin’ hot magazines and edits on social media (all part of your…research, of course) had done him justice.

But you had a job to do, and you’re getting started right away. “Do you have any specific concerns?” You ask, pulling a thin towel over Toji’s crotch area as he reclines. And he only sighs and rests his head upon his palms, muscles rippling as he does so.

“Just do your thing.”

“Yes, sir.” You nod, “Then, I’ll give you the full body sports oil massage.”

“Mn.”

You start from his broad shoulders, and then down to his pecs.

And he really wasn’t like any of the clients you’d had prior - no one came even close. You could feel the power in his body, the firmness, the training. Any time you glissade your lotionized hands across Toji’s muscles, he grunts- and, oh, you have to squeeze your thighs together to stop from thinking anything stupid.

You kneaded your way down from his bulging biceps, and onto the side of his hips - where you got a really good look at the snake tattoo. You notice that it also had flowers inked around it.

And then onto his thighs…you’re raising them in external rotations. All the while looking up at his ridiculously handsome face to check whether it hurt, you didn’t register the way your hands somewhat struggled to get a proper grasp on his meaty thighs, especially with the sweat.

You didn’t register the way your fingertips slightly scoured downwards-

“Oh, shit!” You hiss, jumping your hand back. In the few seconds that you’d been distracted by his looks, you’d somehow traced the crown head of something long…and hard.

Looking down, you realize that Toji’s erection was throbbing against the thin layer of his boxers. Barely even hidden by the cover of the towel, the lengthy cylindrical outline was there for your eyes to see - and for your hand to accidentally touch.

Your eyes widen.

How was he so big?

“My- my apologies, sir!” You sputter out, resting your treasonous hands against your sides. “It’s a very common physiological response to get hard- ah- an erection during a massage, and it’s completely my mistake for not noticing. Again, my apologies, I completely understand if you wish to-”

“Whaddaya doing just standing there?” Toji cuts you off gruffly, and you look up at his face in surprise. He raises a dark brow, “Aren’t you gonna finish what you started?”

You blink, “Finish what I…”

“The massage.” He cocks his head, though there’s a knowing smile on his lips - how devilish he looked this way. “That damn Shiu’s gonna give me hell if I don’t get it- so hurry it up, will ya?”

That was close. Hastily nodding, you reach over to massage his thigh once more. “Right at once, sir.”

Looking down, you chose not to make eye-contact with him for the rest of the session. Instead, focusing your entire attention on perfectly executing the massage, step by step - you wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened before!

Toji, however, stared at you through his partially-lidded eyes the entire time.

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“That wraps up your treatment for today. Thank you for your patience, Mr. Fushiguro.” You step to the side, giving the athlete the space to stretch out his long limbs and feel the effects of your massage- which, you had to admit yourself, was amongst some of the best in the academy.

He takes his time rolling his shoulders, feeling the way the blood vessels on his muscles flow smoothly. Energized.

“Hm, not bad.” Toji muses, more to himself. “Most of the punks here call me ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Fushiguro’-” He nods at you, “You can just call me Toji.”

“Oh- I’m honored, sir- I mean-” Your veins blister with heat, and you think that the slight quirk of his lips might have something to do with it. “—Toji.” It felt so wrong on your tongue, and yet so right.

And before you can let anything further slip (because, really, you’d never been close enough to a client to address them by their first name, let alone be told to do so after the very first session), you turn away from the handsome man to grab your bag of supplies, your coat, and step to fumble with the door handle. “And now- if that’s all, then I’ll be going now. Have a nice day, sir- I mean-”

As you make your very evident escape, Toji can only watch. Can only stare.

He feels his massive erection still throb furiously between his legs, still ravenous. Like never before. And one of his hands snakes down to squeeze—“How…interesting.”

Before the door swings open once more and in comes Shiu, prattling away something about how you ‘left in such a hurry’ and what a ‘sweet lil’ thing’ you were- Toji casually throws a second hand towel over his lap as his best friend (and manager) comes to slap him on the shoulder. “Feeling refreshed, eh? I can see it in your eyes- with her, we might just have hope about winning that next match.”

“Yeah.” He rasps out, throat dry. Toji watches where you left, he can still feel your soft hands tingling on his skin. “Yeah, we might just.”

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“Fuck-” The champion spits between his clenched canines- well, future champion. But it didn’t hurt to be a lil’ optimistic, did it? “Oh, fuck- I’ve never been fuckin’ harder.”

He didn’t fucking care. Not right now, not when he had his strong hand rested against the glistening tile of the stall. His head bent forwards, his back wet with the pouring shower, his right hand slipped below his v-line and furiously pumping his cock.

Up and down. Up and down.

Fuck, he was jerking himself off like he never had before. Until the friction of his roughened palm left his long, hot length all red n’ raw- and yet, he still wasn’t stopping. Still couldn’t. 

He remembers the feeling of your soft hands on his thighs and Toji bucks-

“F-fuck-” The fighter gnaws down on his scarred bottom lip, trying desperately not to make a sound that will echo out in the gym’s empty locker room. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- s’not supposed to feel this good.” Sure, they had stalls - but right now even the slightest flick of his thumb, right underneath his mushroomy tip, felt so good that he might as well moan out loud.

And the worst part was that he’s sure his very first moan would be your name.

“Fuck, mama, s’not supposed to feel this good.” He snarls, entire body wracking with shivers. The bulging biceps on his arms ripple as he glides his hand down to his base. And all the way back up.

Abs tensing. Veins on his pelvis popping.

With a few more vulgar strokes, he’s hoverin’ his thumb right over the divot on the middle of his cockhead. It was all pink n’ needy, dribbling out in syrupy white cum in absolutely no time- “Look what you’ve done to me.” Toji watches himself through his shaggy black bangs, wet with water and perspiration, cumming all over his hands. “I don’t know what blessing- what c-curse you’ve put on me, but…” Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

He rides out his high on his right hand, fucking his fist like he imagines you might tease him through it- just like the way you’d teasingly grazed his tip. Just grazed.

You’d probably take it like such a good girl. Let him paint his gluey white cum all over your face, and just across your lips - it would probably match your scrubs, heh. Biting back a groan, those lecherous thoughts of his only make him finish even faster.

And once the sparks of his high have finally bated - the fountain of his ivory sap stopping - Toji washes off the remnants of his lewd act. Spurting out some cool body wash and cleaning himself off, he slicks back his hair with clean hands now.

Head throwing back, he knew he had to get his mind in focus for the upcoming match - just in a few hours, actually. The car was supposed to be waiting for him outside the gym by now. It was some sort of rebound match of Legends vs. Rookies that Shiu had managed to scrounge together, and it should be displeased at the fact that he was supposed to fight some no-good, hotshot punk- but, honestly he had a good feeling about this one.

Toji’s thoughts stray back to you, and he finds himself cracking a snicker- “You’ve fuckin’ cursed me, woman. You plague me. But…” A thrill zaps through his strong body, “…I like it.”

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Toji Fushiguro won the Legends vs. Rookies event. 

A wipe-out so clean that everyone was sure it’d go down in history. A comeback so strong that it had already gone down in history.

After that, it was a streak of absolute demolition: the preliminaries, the co-main events, the PPV matches, each and every single fight that was thrown his way- Toji Fushiguro was sure to win without even breaking a sweat (metaphorically).

Hell, at one point even some of his past contenders from his losing streak had demanded rematches, perhaps thinking that they could put the legend in his place once more.

He’d won those, too.

After a season-long losing streak, it was months of winning. And you were giving him his massages on the days before every match. 

And Toji was back on the magazine covers, the interviews, the brand deals. Right now you couldn’t even step outside your humble apartment building without being met with at least four different billboards and several commercials featuring him. It was quite strange - seeing the rugged persona in those mediums, and then his still-rugged demeanour in real life.

Though, slightly less so.

There was a faint gentleness to the way that Toji was (when you’d brought this up with some of the other fighters you’d grown close to, they’d fervently denied and showed off their bruises from the pummelings that Toji gave them in the ring). 

But you were sure it was there: in the way that he’d always be first in the office, in the way he’d lightly murmur greetings to you and only you, in the way he’d hold open doors and look away as if he wasn’t, in the way that there was a drink of your favorite preference on your desk every morning. And you’d asked around, wondering if it was perhaps Shiu or any of the rookies that was doing so- but they all denied it.

All but one of them.

Toji.

Even Shiu seemed to have noticed that something had shifted in his best fighter. Hell, he was on a winning streak after so long, so of course there had to have been a change.

The other man couldn’t quite pinpoint it, though he gave most of the credit to you and your massages. ‘They must be some sort of magic work!’ He’d exclaimed to you one day, after a particularly tough opponent that Toji had easily beat.

And you yourself couldn’t quite be sure, though you didn’t want to give yourself all the credit. You were only glad that your favorite fighter (yes, after being around MMA fighters for long enough now, you’d determined that Toji was your favorite) was back to winning again.

Only glad you could help.

Which is why, in the ghost entrails of the early morning, at exactly 2:36AM, when Toji texted you - you answered.

2:36AM - Toji (MMA fighter): I need you. 

2:38AM - Toji (MMA fighter): For another one of those full body massages.

2:42AM - Toji (MMA fighter): Please.

2:42AM - You: On my way!

As you jumped out of your bed to get dressed, you noticed that you had several missed calls from Shiu, as well. After calling him right back, he informed you that just last week, Toji had come up on a draw during his last match, which was yet another co-main event for the #1 Contender spot. 

Of course, you knew of this, you’d watched the match on the gymnasium television. And though it wasn’t the worst of outcomes (especially considering that this was world-class fighting, at a light heavyweight level), considering his winning streak, you were somewhat surprised. And slightly afraid that he’d go back into his rut of losing, just as Shiu was.

Which was why he, too, wanted to reach out to inquire whether you could do one of your ‘magical’ full-body massages on Toji on the night before one of his biggest matches yet. A rematch for the #1 Contender spot - the audiences loved him.

Shiu told you he’d seen Toji moping around after that devastating draw, and knew that the only one who just might have the ability to brighten his mood would be you. So please, if you could go at 2:45AM to the penthouse apartment of a celebrity MMA fighter to give him a massage?

Of course, you said yes.

It seems that Toji’s team had arranged for everything already, and a flashy black car was already waiting outside your apartment building to whisk you off to your destination. You twiddled your thumbs, slightly nervous (for what? You weren’t quite sure) as the car parked in front of a set of gleaming skyscrapers. Apartment buildings of a calibre that you’d only seen in architectural magazines.

Escorted upwards by a few of Toji’s own personal bodyguards past an entrance larger than your entire apartment, and a lobby that practically screamed luxury. 

You didn’t even know that Tokyo had such a place. 

Massive. Concierges that bowed as soon as they saw you. An orchestra that still played in the dead of night. Chandeliers like miniature suns that lined the ceiling.

Damn, maybe you should’ve become a famous fighter, you whistled. It made sense, though, he is one of the highest-paid athletes in the country. Even the elevators were gilded, shining so brightly that you could make out every inch of your face on its reflection. And the bodyguard’s, too- you quickly straightened up and tried to look as casual as possible as he led you to the very top floor.

A large glowing button simply labelled with a ‘P’.

The penthouse floor had a wide carpeted corridor leading up to it, all golds and reds like the rest of the apartment. You walked up to the expensive-looking door at the end of it, and buzzed the doorbell on its touchpad.

Bzzzz—!

The door swings open.

And there stands Toji Fushiguro, in all his sweaty, shirtless glory.

It almost reminded you of the first time you gave him a massage. Chest heaving. Vision bleary. A glittering bead of sweat lines the curve of his jawline, ending at his chin and dripping downwards. Down, down, down the valley of his pecs.

There was a lewd little flush that overtook his tannish skin.

Like he was…sex-flushed.

Spreading out across his tense shoulders, and all the way down his chest. The back of his neck. You don’t think it even ends as it follows the line of his dark happy trail, those curly lil’ hairs at the bottom of his navel, and then even further down—

Toji’s grey sweatpants hung low on his hips.

Dangerously low.

And you have to force yourself to look away. You swallow as he raises one big, beefy arm and rests it on the top of the door frame. Looking at you through the gaps in his damp bangs, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, mama.”

“O-oh.” You immediately close your mouth, realizing that you’d been gawking at him for far too long now (how unprofessional!) Sheepishly, you raise your bag of supplies and shake it ever-so-slightly. “I uh- got your text! And Shiu also called to tell me that you wanted an extra round of physical therapy before your match, sir-”

“Toji.”

“Toji-” You amend. Before taking on a stern tone, “And it looks to me like you’d already been up working out before your match. Overstressing your joints will wear them out, you know!”

He scratches the back of his head, a sleazy smile overtaking his face. “Working out- right.”

Tutting, “What you need now is a nice massage and some relaxation. I’ll do your usual with some added therapy for your blood pressure, how about that?”

“Perfect.” Toji grins, and he cracks the doorway open. Just slightly open. So that you have to squeeze yourself between the doorway and his chiselled body - not that you were complaining. “Come on in and give me a- hah, real workout then, how about it?”

“Relaxation, Toji.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Ignoring his teasing, you step inside. It’s a luxurious apartment - one of those stylishly modern types, black and white, with flares of Toji’s MMA career. Boxing gloves on the sprawling couch. A TV that takes up an entire wall, paused on highlights from his last match. A cabinet overspilling with trophies and belts.

Led by him, you stumble past towering artworks that likely cost about five of these penthouses - and that’s about ten thousand of your own apartment.

He walks you through winding hallways, and ultimately into what you guess is the master bedroom.

His bedroom.

The first thing you notice as you step in isn’t the rich furniture, or the king-sized bed, or the draping curtains that were cracked ever-so-slightly to let a sliver of the city seep through. No- it’s the mountain of tissues scattered on the wine-red carpet, the bottle of lotion on his bedside table, the way the dark bedsheets looked like he’d just been thrashing on it.

Toji casually lays back down on his wrinkled bed, and rests his clammy head on two hands. Stretching out. 

You hasten to set out your work, coating your palms in lotion, and beginning your massage. As you start off warming up his obliques, you can’t help but blurt out- “M-my apologies for assuming it was a workout-”

Fuck.

Why would you say that?

You gasp, “I mean-”

“Why?” Toji croons, tilting his head to look at you. Trying to avoid his gaze, you quickly shift to extending his legs instead. “It was a workout, heh.”

Your veins bubble, “Oh…”

“And it’s a workout I need before every match, y’know?” Looking at you closely, still, you’re too aware of the fact that you’re massaging his thigh. “The fact that m’fuckin’ my fist like some lecher before every match, you don’t think that’s strange?”

“I see. I don’t really…” Your throat is drier than the Sahara, you have no idea what to say - though, you admit, a part of you wants to hear more. So that’s what he’d been doing, in this very room, on this very bed, just before you’d arrived.

Another part of you is thrilled. Another part of you is confused why you’re thrilled- which quickly morphs into understanding once your brain conjures up a sizzling image of Toji Fushiguro alone with his sweatpants at his ankles, hands fisting his rock-hard cock. 

Shaking your head free of those lecherous visions, you attempt to lighten the mood- “Is that why you’ve been winning all these matches lately, hah?”

“Exactly.” And Toji sounded dead-fucking-serious. Rising, he looks you squarely in the eyes with his slightly murky ones. “See, the thing is, I have this jinx.”

Your eyes widen.

“That’s why I was on a losing streak- no matter what happens, it turns out I needa have a real good high the night before a match.” Your hands have stopped their movements, yet he shifts to edge them up higher. Closer. “N’ it needs to be truly satisfying for me to win.”

“So- so these past few matches?”

“Mhm, you’re a smart one, mama.” He shifts on the bed, sitting up. Even closer. “You could say it’s my routine, and it’s very important to me.” His verdant gaze shifts from your right eye, to your left, to your lips. A triangle. “And…I’d found my fix. Just fucking my fist to the thought of her was enough- but lately…lately, I dunno if that’s all I want.”

Your breath catches—he was talking about…“I see- th-that must be quite challenging.”

“Heh, it looks like you still don’t get it.”

Before you know it, his hand grasps yours. And he’s bringing it up- to press an innocent peck on the back of your hand, though the burning look in his eyes was anything but.

Scarred lips murmuring against your skin, “Why’d ya think that on the crucial night before a match, I’d go through all the trouble of calling my manager, informing security, and having you come over?” He chuckles, “And if you still don’t get it-”

And that sweet, sweet kiss he was pressing to your hand?

Well, Toji’s canines slip outwards to lightly bite down - just teasingly. He looks at you through his long, Stygian lashes. “I know the way you look at me, ya aren’t slick- hah! If you want - only if you want - you should know.” Sighing out. A confession. “It’s always been you, doll. Always.”

So he really was talking about you earlier.

Your heart stutters, and the only thing you can think to do - let your hand slip up, just the way it had on the first day you’d given him a massage.

And sure as day, there it was, the massive fucking erection that raged beneath his sweatpants. Just as large - if not even larger - than how you’d remembered him. 

Just as needy - if not needier.

You gulp, “Well, I am your physical therapist intended to help you…” You stare at him dead-on in the eyes: they were drunk with lust. Looking as if he was on the very urge of shattering if you just say the word. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think of him in that way, either. “-win.”

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“Oh fuck, you taste so good, mama. Just a lil’ wider now—just a little wider.” At Toji’s throaty beckons, you’re stretchin’ your thighs further apart with a whimper. 

Feeling the scorchin’ hot gust of his breath against your core, you arch your back with a yelp once you feel him swat his calloused fingertips against your folds.

Teasingly, he runs his fat thumb right past your pussylips- snagging down on your clit to make you even wetter above him. “Wiiider now- lemme see her properly, mama.” He huffs out, demanding. “No need to be shy with me.” 

“M’already stretching.” You’re rebutting, grabbing onto a few tufts of his raven bangs to balance yourself. You knew you didn’t need to be gentle with him- in fact, Toji groans at the feeling of you pulling on his hair, using it as leverage. 

After all, he’d been the one to insist on making out with your cunt this way: your thighs straddling either side of his face, your cunt hovering above his mouth.

A beaded droplet of slick dribbles into his mouth and he has his tongue out n’ ready to catch it. Pryin’ your swollen folds even further apart with his thumb,  “Atta girl-” As you leak out at his words- “Atta girl, s’exactly how wet I want you.”

“Hmpf- and you haven’t even kissed me yet.” You point out, stubbornly.

To which Toji only grins - oh, how cute you were. “You wan’ me to kiss you? There-” And before you know it, you’re feeling something cold and wet cling onto your pussy. Only later are you realizing that he’d just spat on your cunt, letting the lewd slurp-slurp-sluuuurp ring out for both your ears to hear. “Those lips happy now, or do you want tongue?”

“You’re just so mean- ngh-”

Another probing press of his crowned thumb, once more rolling over your clit perfectly. “Oh, so you do want tongue.”

And Toji says it so casually, as if he’d just stumbled across an epiphany. As if he normally did communicate through the squelching slurps your pussy was giving out-

Because then he’s delving his tongue into you like an animal.

Barely even prepping you, barely even warning you- not before the scourin’ tip of his tongue then enters past your folds. Striking directly against some tender inner part of your walls, before he’s darting it back out and fucking you with his long muscle.

Rutting.

Again and again and again.

You feel your thighs shiver hopelessly at the sheer length of Toji’s tongue - so fucking long that you could feel his ridged tastebuds aim for your very cervix. As if he could reach. “O-oh my god. How are you so big, Toji?”

“Mmm, and I haven’t even put my cock in yet, doll.” He smiles priggishly, his tongue slurping up every wadded ounce of slick that leaves you. “How are you gonna take that then, huh?”

“I don’t know- ngh.” He’s mazing another inch of his tongue in, thoroughly. And it’s enough to leave your body all loose n’ wobbly with pleasure- stupidly, you attempt to hold onto the towering headboard on his bed, but Toji can’t have that, now, can he?

Not when he was the one pounding your pretty pussy with all his tastebuds.

Glued to the slick-filled orifices of your cunt, he’s unhooking your hands from the headboard and bringing it back down to hold onto his scalp. To pull. To rough him up a little. “Don’t even think about it-” He can’t even speak through the rough, open-mouthed kisses he was leaving on your puckered hole. Wetly. Gasping for air- for more tastes of your candied cunt. “In fact…”

Your hips flinch ever-so-slightly once Toji raises his head up - which, with his powerful body, was absolutely nothing even with your weight on top of him. And through his long bangs he takes a gooood, long look at you.

At your cunt.

At the way you were still hovering your hips, and then he’s spanking his familiar hand down on the tip-top of your clit. Making you gasp- “Did you just-”

“Whoops.” Faux-innocently, Toji acts all nice then - pinpointing the top of his tongue into each of those tender spots you loved so much. He unhinges his jaw even further to make sure that he isn’t leaving a single spot unkissed. Long and hard. 

Smack!

And again, you’re finding the most tender outer part of your pussy slapped. “Aww, not again.” Toji has the audacity to pout on your behalf. Meanly, his free hand slides over to grip your ass and pull you down. “Anyways…why don’tcha properly fuckin’ sit, mama. Maybe then my hands will stop- heh, slipping.”

And as if to prove his point, his prolonged tongue skids all the way from your glossy hole to your clit. “I mean…”

“Like- fuck!” Still urging you to sit properly with his hands, on the verge of manhandling you. “Who the fuck do ya think you are, honey?”

You shyly try to listen to what he says, grindin’ your treacly cunt all over his open mouth. And oh- oh, it was like heaven for him. He has his greedy maw unfastened and his tongue slurping all over, stickin’ into every orifice even deeper than he had before. “I worry- hngh! I just worry that I might-” But he still wanted more. Still had his neck craning up n’ down to take in everything you gave him. “-suffocate you if you go on like this.”

And it was a realistic concern- fuck, you were hovering your waist right now and still Toji wasn’t stopping to take a breath. Wasn’t even slowing down.

He’s burying himself nose-deep between your pussylips and letting his mouth do more stirrin’ than talking. And it’s only after a few more vulgar fucking strokes of his tongue, a few more swabs inside your pussy that he can even wrench himself away to answer you. “Ohhhh, I get it.” Tugging on your trembling thighs, “You think I can’t handle it, huh?”

“I didn’t say- oh, fuck-”

Without hesitation, Toji plants a rude slap on your pussy once more. Letting those glittering beads of slick splatter all over, “You think m’fucking weak?” He seethes, half-joking. But half-wanting. “Let me get one thing fuckin’ clear, doll.”

And you’re listening intently - because if he sensed you were becoming too far one on the way his tongue lavishly licks, then Toji would once again swat your cunt. Drawing your attention once more.

The fighter stares deeply into your hazed peripherals as he lets his lengthy tongue flop out. Slitherin’ that honed tip right in- “No matter what you weigh, I can bench press more than five of you.” And he gives your pussylips yet another sinful spank! “Now- fucking- sit.”

You’re being seated with an unceremoniously loud sluuuuurp.

Of his tongue stickin’ deep inside you, his upper lip practically glued to your clit. With you riding his face, Toji fills out every tiny geysering nook and cranny. Grazing every velvety bundle of nerves that makes you see stars.

“Oh- please-” He was just ruthless. As if you didn’t know whether to fuck back or run forwards, you’re jolting your hips sloppily up and down. Slick, needy drags to match his lapping tongue.

Again and again.

Slurp after squelch.

Before you know it, Toji wants more - needs more. Even having you on top of him like this, his mouth was ravenous. Licking. Leaning up from the pillows to let you ride his face; all the way from the curve of his chin n’ up to the tip of his straight nosebridge. 

As you come back down from one of these particular gyrations, Toji holds you still and - before you know it - you’re feeling the sensation of something elongated and thick entering your cunt.

“Sh-shit, that’s not your tongue…” You blink away the tears in your eyes and look downwards, where the protruding edges of his joints were stretching you intensely.

Two of them- even though it felt like four, with how big his fingers were.

As you wail n’ wobble on top of him, Toji crushes you to his mouth ferociously. And you marvel at the stretch that keeps you hostage - you can’t do anything but take it. But let your mouth fall ajar, and your head throw back, at the feeling of his probing thrusts.

Sultry tastebuds flickering over your clit- “Mmm, s’not my tongue- good catch, doll.” He snickers, “Thought that such a goooood pussy deserved a little something m-more-”

You catch the way that his dark brows furrow, a slight flush tinting what little you could see of his ears. “Wait- Toji, did you just stutter-”

“No the fuck I didn’t-” He’s snapping back. 

And in response, you’re having your gummy walls pummeled with some of the rudest jackhammers you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Oh, he’s just swabbing his fingerpads in so deep, mouth pursing to spit against your entrance once more n’ lick it all up. 

Letting himself salivate. 

Toji drools down a waterfall of your slick, his fingers tuggin’ apart your tight hole to squeeze-squeeze-squeeze in a third finger. “Don’t make me lose focus now.” Grumbling from underneath you, the fighter pins you down with a big, beefy arm wrapped ‘round your waist. Tight. You’re in awe of his sheer inhuman strength. “Don’tcha remember? I’ve gotta- ngh- win tomorrow, n’ this pretty pussy is the key to it, mama. So let me focus alllll my attention on h-her…”

You gasp, “So you did stutter-” And soon enough, you feel yourself growing even wetter at the implication that the strong, cocky Toji Fushiguro was so pussydrunk right now that he was slurring his words.

Gone on your cunt. The way you clenched ‘round his rovering fingers- oh. 

And, of course, Toji wasn’t complaining about the fact that you were soaking yourself even more. Only gaping his maw further open, “Mmm, tch-” His fingers pull out with a squelch to spank the front of your core, “-these lips are much nicer t’me.”

“Hey—” You huff, “Just because I got you all ngh- pussydrunk doesn’t mean- oh fuck!”

“What were you saying—?” And then he’d bullied in four fingers - four. Four entire, long digits- he ends off by hitting his mountainous knuckles against your folds with a smack! Smack after smack. Until the skin on his hands were rubbed all raw, Toji probes his fingers inside your cunt. “Oh yes, I think someone was talkin’ all big w’me. Do you know who that, mmm, might be?”

You shake on top of him, his cushy fingertips were glissading oh-so-close to your g-spot. With every rapid thrust, they inched in—“I-I don’t-”

“I see.” And then he’s rolling his tongue ruthlessly against your clit with a few wettened noises. “Do you know then?”

“What do you-”

“Shhh, not you.” Toji rolls his half-lidded eyes. And his vibratin’ words zap through your entire body - he always did make sure to lean in reeeeal close whenever he spoke, but right now, he was tracing his canines over your swollen clit and lightly gnawing. “M’talking to her- aren’t I?”

“F-fuuuck–!” Just then, he’s striking your g-spot. Thunderously. Just then, he’s realizing he did- and repeating the motion in quick, frenzied half-thrusts.

Barely even pulling properly to tease your elastic hole, barely even letting you register the way he bashes your bundle of nerves before he repeats the act. Toji was just vicious with how he batters in your poor cunt, “Yeah? Yeah yeah yeah- ya like that?” He spits, “Who’s stuttering now, mama? Got anythin’ else to say?”

You whimper, “Mm-mm-”

“Mhm, I knew she was chattier anyway.”

Talking to your pussy, Toji nods along like he’s part of the conversation. All those pretty, pretty sounds that he almost wishes he could record and listen to on loop.

So it was only a matter of time before he’s feeling the way your clampin’ walls reach a feverpitch, the way your damp noises only seem to get damper. 

And the fighter looks up at you with a glint of excitement in his partially-lidded eyes, “Oh, she’s close, doll.”

“How did you-” Your breath catches- fuck, he’s only accelerating his thorough pushes. The only thing you could register at this point was the perfect way he knew how to work your pussy, all those deepest, most fragile spots.

Quickly enough, those twinges of pleasure at the pit of your stomach are turning into waves. 

And you can feel your thighs tremor on top of him, struggling to support your body when your orgasm quakes. “Toji, m’close-” You tug on his sweaty hair, “I think m’gonna c-cum soon.”

“So cum on my face, then?” He answers, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Determined, you don’t even need to hold up your own self anymore - he’s doing so with one hand glued to the side of your hips, the other pressing and probin’ until you’re being fucked by both his mouth n’ his fingers- straight into your high.

Crash-landing into your orgasm, it takes you entirely by surprise.

You jerk your cunt against his mouth, and Toji groans with delight. Back arching. Toes curling. You close your eyes and see entirely white as the surge of euphoria takes over your body.

“Oh my- ngh, fuck. M’cumming, m’cumming m’cumming and it feels so good-” He’s just digging his veiny fingers against every sensitive ridge on your walls, just the way you liked. “Right there, keep going just like that, Toji.”

And usually this would be the point where he says something to tease you. The point where he says something to make you whine n’ try to shut him up with your bloated pussylips.

But he was fucking you so thoroughly through your high that he doesn’t even have the time for that anymore, doesn’t have the patience.

With his scarred lips smoochin’ away at your clit, Toji lets his plump fingertips hit your g-spot. Constantly. With those keen senses of his (honestly you blame the reflexes from MMA), he pinpoints the exact tempo of your high.

Every peak- he bashes in with a swat! at your bundle of nerves. Letting his mouth salivate all down your runny slit, drinking up every sip of your sweet, sweet juices. Like honey. “And you called me p-pussydrunk, heh.” Toji titters away, noticing the glazed look in your eyes. “As if you’re not the one gone on my tongue, doll. As if you’re not the one salivating all like that. As if you’re not the one with the pussy that’s fuckin’ ruined me- fuck.”

Both of you register what he’s said at the same time.

Toji with a sudden gasp, and you with a smug smirk. The strongest of your high has bated by now to nothing more than a few tingles, and you have half the mind to look down at him and ask. “So…ruined you, huh?”

“Sh-shut up.”

That pussydrunkness - oh, Toji Fushiguro was fighting against it. Trying not to cave in. But alas, he couldn’t be in denial any longer after your orgasm has ended, and you’re trying to pull off of his mouth- only for Toji to hold onto your thighs and chase after your cunt.

You whimper from overstimulation as he licks at your teary crevice a few more times, before you the pleasure is too much and you really have to push his sweaty crown away.

“Toji- ngh, m’sensitive.” You squeal, to which he grunts in nonchalance. Still addicted to tastin’ you. Realizing this, you finally huff, “If you let me go now, then maybe I wanna take a shot at- hah, paying you back…”

And that finally makes him pull off. With a raised brow, “Cheh, go easy on yerself- you can’t take me that easily.”

“Oh? Scared?”

“You wish.” 

In fact, there was a hint of challenge in Toji’s dazed eyes. In no time, you’re plopped off of his mouth with the most lecherous noise. Seated on the edge of the bed, he got off and tugged down on the flimsy fabric of his sweatpants.

Resting his fist on the dark curls at his base, you’re being introduced to Toji’s proud length.

Tanned. Rock-hard. 

Even larger than you’d imagined from all his…accidental erections during your sessions. Long. And he wasn’t lacking in the girth department, either - the plumpest tip, all covered in a layer of creamy pre. It dripped down the nozzle of his cockhead, n’ allllll the way down his shaft.

Body moving before your mind, you’re reaching out to grab at his tannish cock. The flatness of your thumb easily smears the lines of precum he was leaking out, letting them glide along the veins that decorated either side of his shaft.

So textured, you wondered how it would feel inside-

“So?” Toji grunts out from above you, peering down. You notice that he still has the remnants of your slick plastered all across his chin, mouth, all the way up to his cheekbones. Worn like some medallion. He sinks his fangs into his lower lip to stop from making too many needy noises as you inspected his sheer size, “Not too late to back out now, doll- heh- oh.”

You’re making him swallow that cocky laughter of his back.

Because in a few sultry split-seconds, you have your mouth pointed right above the divot on his shaft. Spitting. You let the dollop of spittle ooze down his shaft for a bit, before immediately taking his tip into your mouth.

Oh, he’s reaching for the roof of your mouth instantly.

So thick. So plump. You shut your eyes and groan at the salty-sweet taste that greets you, it’s surprisingly not unpleasant. 

And Toji lets off a low whistle at the slobbered display, “Oho?” Looking at you through his lashes, you stare up with doey, teary eyes and he feels himself throb at near the back of your throat. “Sh-shit- dooon’t fucking look at me like that. Oh, you know what you’re doing, woman.”

“Mmmpf-” You moan, your lips ‘round his sensitive slit. They send sinful vibrations that makes the larger man hiss.

“Fuck yeah, you do.” With a mean hand, the fighter grips onto the back of your scalp. Manhandling you slightly, “C’mon, doll. C’mon- let’s see if that slutty mouth o’ yours is just talk.”

And then he’s rutting slightly upwards - gently.

At least, for him. But for you, you’re clawing down the lines of his toned pelvis, struggling to catch your breath-

“Oh? Some claws on ya, girl. Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already? I haven’t even fucked ya dumb yet.” And he has the audacity to make that mocking pout again, “Y’know I’ve been fuckin’ my cock to the, mm, thought of you for months now. And- oh, fuck- keep doing that with your tongue—ngh.”

Your jaw aches, and yet you unhinge it even deeper to let the tip of your tastebuds trace patterns all across the line of his slit. All pinkish and slicked with precum.

He continues, “You wanna know a secret?” It was such a heavenly sight, watching you try to nod with Toji’s fat cock stuffed between your lips. Hell, you hadn’t even taken him all yet. “Right before you came here-” Leaning in, whispering. “-I was jerking my cock- oh-”

“Mhmm—?”

“-to your text, doll.”

Oh, fuck.

You’re plucking yourself off of Toji’s thick crown to gasp- but he doesn’t let you get too far before grabbing you with one hand at your throat. Lightly putting pressure at your sides, he’s crashing his lips onto yours.

“Mmm—” He groans against your lips, tasting you, tasting himself, tasting you. “Get on the middle of the bed, all fours. Wanna see if those other lips of yours are just talk, too.”

“They’re not.” You huff, but do as he says anyway.

Those overworked bedsprings creak as you both reposition yourselves: you on your hands and knees, your face pushed into one of the pillows, and Toji right behind you.

His rough hands bend your spine into a cute lil’ curvature, and then proceeds to bang the ends of his fingertips against your weepy pussy. “Easy there, mama.” Toji coos once you buck with a whimper, “Toji’s here n’ you just have to be my good girl and take it, alright?”

You’re nodding, “Just shut up and fuh-fuck me already.”

“Tut tut, greedy girl.”

But he’s doing as you say anyway - oh, he’d do anything you say, to be quite honest. You’re inching your needy cunt closer to where his erection was upright, and Toji holds onto the base of his cock to just slightly eeeeease his way in.

His plump, puckered tip pries apart your folds.

From his honed end, all the way down to where his cockhead swells, you’re feeling him stretch you wiiide open as he enters. “Oh my- fuck! You feel even bigger than you looked-”

“Why, thank you…heh.” And you swear you can feel his red-hot girth throb even bigger. Wider. Since Toji was rock-fucking-hard, you could sense any and every change in his size. “Now don’t run, alright?”

“Why would I-” You’re cutting your own self off, feeling him give the slightest half-thrust from behind. And it’s enough to make you lurch your hand out and grab onto one of the spindles of his headboard. “-oh- oh, I get it now.”

“Mhm—knew you’d wanna run, all talk.” Shaking his head and his shaggy strands, Toji had to have some extra, extra precaution, you see.

Just a warning wasn’t enough. So without further ado, his beefy forearm reaches out to hold tightly onto your neck. Squeezing either side of it, he feels the way your pulse thunders underneath his touch.

Throat strangled with spittle and whines. “Oh my god-” Even more so when he starts rutting his hips like an animal.

“Easy there, eeeeasy there.” He’s reassuring you from behind, as if his achingly hard cock wasn’t splitting you open incredibly. “S’just the tip, doll. You can take it- shhh, you can take it.”

“Whaddaya mean this is just the tip?” You gasp, feeling your body being pulled into his like a ragdoll. He manhandles you as if you’re nothing, constantly grinding your hips back against that scruffy happy trail of his.

“Well, just the tip aaaaand…” You’re quickly learning that whenever Toji elongates his words, he’s dragging out his thrusts, too.

Letting the thick, vein-covered length of his shaft gliiiide all across your walls and then right back. Baaaack and forth. Baaaack and forth. With a sensual pace, he’s inching his way in- the fat, bulbous end of his shaft acting like the headlight. Spearing. He snickers, “-an inch more. Two.”

Tears stream down your cheeks, and Toji’s lavish tongue careens out to lick at them deliciously. “A-and- oh, how much more is there?”

He casually leans his weight back to check, and the fighter’s greedy gaze gets stuck on the sight of your pussy suckin’ him up. Slurping him. 

It’s like your pussylips were stretched apart so widely and struggling to take his merciless pace- yet still clamping down, still glistening with wetness after each one of his rugged strikes. “Oh, just about two inches…three…four-” Toji whispers hotly against your ear, “Y’know what- how about I just tell you after you’ve taken all, mm, nine inches, doll?”

Nine inches?

Oh, you were done for.

You weren’t walking out of this very penthouse.

“Yeah, you’re not.” He confirms your thought- shit, you’d said that out loud. Just so dickmatized by the way his flared ridges were swervin’ all around your tight walls.

The curvaceous line of his cockhead nudges apart your channel, and you feel his hold tighten even further. “But the good news- you’re gonna take- ngh, my entire cock, won’t you?” Breathy. He was speeding up his cadence now. Long, thorough strokes. “Gonna take e-every single inch?”

“Yes-” You claw at the headboard, “Yes yes yes yes-”

And then rings the loudest squeeeelch ever as he’s fitting in a few more inches, “Mhmmm, and you’re gonna- ngh- love it.”

Both you and your sloppy pussy do - and he can tell.

All that arousal. All those cute noises you were making. You’re feeling the exact way the zig-zagged pattern of his veins massages your cunt, just perfectly scratching every carnal inch. And he’s almost bottoming-out, almost feeling his reddened tip hit the back of your pussy-

Before you clench around his rude cock—

And you hear the exact, shattered moment that Toji’s breath catches. “Oh fuck-” He stills, “Oh fuck, this won’t work-”

Blinking over your shoulder, “Toji?”

“Fuck.”

His bass cracks at the tail end of that profanity.

And in a mere instant - so fast that you don’t even have enough time to compute - you’re finding your head trapped in one of Toji’s infamous headlocks.

Sure, he’d often used it in a much less attractive way with his opponents.

But never had he used it like this. And you’re choking at the restraint of his flexing muscles, all bulged and big. His biceps digs perfectly against the front of your throat, and you feel your saliva come out in heaps- “Toji- Toji Toji Toji- oh, I can feel you hit my c-cervix.”

Sure enough, he’d dragged you back to bottom out.

The curvy tip of his shaft cutely bumpin’ your cervix, you feel a sticky layer of his precum drip out at the fact. Pulling back, back, baaaaack - right until his plump crown kisses your hole, and then all the way back in again.

In and out. In and out.

So thoroughly, he’s fucking his rock-hard cock into you. Leaving absolutely no hidden spot unturned, leaving your fuzzy brain in absolute shambles.

“You said- hah, you said I didn’t kiss you, right?” Toji rasps against the shell of your ear, his heated proximity making goosebumps run down your spine. And, honestly, at this point you can barely even remember the conversation that’d led up to him saying this. “Well, here I am now-”

“What you do…oh.”

His cock was hitting your cervix- smooching it. Hard, wettened kisses.

Over and over. Toji smashes you back against his pistoning hips, and with his other hand he’s sliding slithering a hand down to your pussy - spanking. “See? M’kissing her, too, now.” He’s tittering, so thoroughly proud of the way your mouth waters.

“That doesn’t cou-”

Smack!

“What was that—?”

The force of it is so pleasurable that your body automatically holds onto the headboard and tries to heave yourself upwards. Thrashing. To which Toji turns his beady eyes down at the futile escape route-

And immediately slams his hand down on the flat top of the headboard.

“Speak t’me, mama- what was, ngh, that?”

Splitting it straight down in two.

You gape stupidly at the way the bed frame easily cracks underneath his strength, and Toji’s taking the slight distraction as an opportunity to lean back onto his haunches. 

And he’s taking you right with him.

Toji’s sitting back on his heels, his buttocks resting on the balls of his feet. And you’re somewhat seated on his lap, still having him fuck upwards into you- with this position, he’s reaching his globular tip so deeply.

Even further than he ever had before, he wetly glissades his tip to pierce your womb. “Ngh- fuck.” Grunting in your ear, “You can’t tell me that doesn’t count, doll.” So he did know what you were about to say. 

Stirrin’ up your goopy insides, he feels like velvet inside. And you think he’s slowly molding your cunt to his exact size, every line of his vein, every inch. “See? One kiss.” Toji counts out, and immediately you’re feeling his cocktip swipe your cervix. Thudding. “Two kisses.” Another one. “Three kisses-”

Four. 

Five.

Six.

Seven- it’s on this one that his glistening wet tip manages to locate your g-spot. Since his shaft was more right-leaning, it was oh-so-easy for him to constantly glide down that one spot.

“E-eight-” You count out, by yourself.

And if you could see him right now, you’d have noticed the way that Toji’s predatory eyes widened with pleasant surprise. Oh, you were cockdrunk. He holds you down to him, “Oho? You can count it by yourself now, huh? Then- haaaah, how about- this?”

“Nine-” You blurt out, saliva sploshin’ down the entire front of your chin. “Ten- ngh, eleven.”

“That was actually twelve, but close enough.” He rolls his eyes - he couldn’t punish you too much for that, just a few sodden spanks at the forefront of your cunt. And that was it, really. He’d decided to go easy on you this time, really. Now for him to smoothly shovel his shaft into you, until you were idly reaching your second orgasm of the night.

Hah- as if.

After two slaps to your clit, the fighter edges himself close to your ear and mutters out. “If you can’t do that- could you at least, mm, fuck back into me.”

You whine, “Do I have to? But you do it so good…”

“Spoiled brat.” Yet another swat down on your slit, he caresses your clit as if making up for it. And before long, you’re feeling the spearheading tempo of his cock slow down. “C’mon now- up! There we go- get to work, doll.”

“Mmpf- you’re gonna pay for this.” You growl, doing your very best to try and get your legs to work. They’d been taking it for so long, limp at the pressure, that your hamstrings were positively screaming now. “Shit- but I wanna go faster, oh.”

Toji rolls his eyes with a scoff, “So go faster, girl. What’s the hold up?”

“It just feels so- so- oh.” It just felt so good is what you wanted to say - but you don’t sputter out the words right at that moment (you didn’t want to feed his ego too much). 

“So so oh?” He mocks, “Didn’t I say this pretty pussy of yours was- oh, chattier? Think she might just be more articulate, too- heh.”

“Sh-shut up.”

And as if to prove a point, your sloppy drags only made your cunt echo out even louder. The skin on your ass cheeks burned after each slam against his hips, and Toji was just so ripped that every rut left the indentations of his v-line stinging.

“Ngh- fuck.” You arch your back and attempt to slide down his thick cock easier, rubbin’ that part of your g-spot against where his veins were most prominent. 

You hated to admit it, but your limbs were growing all weary. And Toji lets out a huff of breathy laughter as he noticed the way your cadence seemed to be slowing down, “Mmm, feelin’ tired, are we? You’re not tapping out any time soon, m’kay?”

“But- but I’m so-” You whine, your fingers fisting in the silk bedsheets. They seemed to be the expensive type, yet ruined with a damp layer of sweat n’ slick. Soon enough, you’re dropping to the bed with a weary mewl. “-shit, I don’t know if I can go any longer-” 

You don’t even get to finish your sentence.

You don’t even get to finish the lone, sloppy thrust that you were stumblin’ across

Not before Toji’s then taking over. He gets up off his haunches, pushing you rudely onto all fours again. 

And this time? He wasn’t holding back.

“Allll that talk- cheh.” Toji’s spitting down at your pussy, lubricating it once again despite you not even needing it. Before long, you’re being pounded by his long, heavy cock- feeling every single inch in your throat. “But your Toji just has to finish this pretty pussy off, hm?”

“Yes- yes-” You don’t even feel slightly embarrassed in admitting, “Jus’ wanna cum, Toji- ngh, I’m so close.”

“Oh, mama, I know.” Two rugged pads of his fingers come down to slap your clit, smoothing it over with a few gentle rolls. But you’re so far gone at this point that even that makes you see stars- “And you’re gonna cum allll over my- hah, cock, alright? All over.”

Nodding pathetically, you were just drippin’ in spit and sweat. Body shaking with the pangs of pleasure already- “All over b-but you then you have to cum right in here, okay?”

His breath catches, “Wh-where?” Toji stutters.

Blissfully ignorant, you point down the front of your stomach. Drawing a line right where you could feel his rotund tip bottoming out after every thrust, “I don’t think m’gonna last that long.”

“Oh.”

There was something broken in his voice as he registers what you were just telling him with your actions - that you wanted him to finish inside. To pump you so full of cum that it’ll drip out of you. To make sure you feel him from the outside and the inside.

He’s fucking you so hard that the skin ‘round his pelvis had begun to rub raw, slightly overstimulating his tip against the softness of your cunt. Toji pushes down on your body, pinning you down with his weight.

Manhandling you.

So much manhandling.

In this mean doggy position, he leans down and pinches your clit. “Oh, doll, you can’t even imagine what m’gonna do to ya-” Ruined. Shattered baritone. “-don’t even know how far m’gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re gonna be- ngh, overspilling.”

“Yes yes yes- I want it.” And now you’re gyrating your hips back into his- hah, he could almost tease you for it. So you had the desperation now? “Please- give it t’me-”

“Nuh uh, you have to cum first.”

“But- ngh.” A pinch at your clit, a puckering kiss. And Toji hits your g-spot so hard that you swear you see the pearly gates of heaven: you’re cumming.

Wave after wave of your white-hot high.

The pleasure thrums in your veins, and you’re crying out as Toji hits every precious spot with his globular tip. Pinpointed precisely. Your knees weaken- you were mistaken earlier, this was the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

He’s not too far behind.

With a grunt, Toji cums. And after every riveting peak of your high, he’s pourin’ out in sticky wads of cum. It’s like an ivory sap that takes over every inch of your insides, hot and wet.

You squeal as you feel the gluey layer of it stuff you to the brim, ultimately ending up formulating a ring of white around the girth of his hilt. “Cumming-” You blabber tearily, your brain foggy with the feeling of him cumming inside you. Turning around to face him, “I’m c-cumming, Toji.”

“Mmm, you are. So pretty takin’ my- ngh, cum.” Toji’s rough lips kiss down the line of your spine, and his fingers dip from your clit to tease your creamy slit. “I love this view.”

The more he’s swiping away the droplets of cum that pour out of your pussy, the more that keeps sprinkling out - and he honestly doesn’t know whether that’s his fault or yours.

Letting the treacly glaze drip down to his wrist, Toji brings his sticky hand up to your mouth. “Spread those lips f’me, doll- yeahhh, like that.” He murmurs, thickly. And you whimper as he sticks his adhesive-like fingertips into your mouth, making you suck on the salty sap. 

Cleaning it off.

It feels like years - almost like eons - until Toji’s finally finished riding out his high, just as strong as yours. He hunches over as he cums-

“Oh, we’re not done y-yet, doll.” Too soon, you’re being dragged back into his hulking body. And since he was finally done with webbing up your insides, now came the fun part where he was fucking it in. Each n’ every gooey wad seeped into your innards. Those earlier specks that’d leaked out from before? Well he’s using his fingers to push those in, too. “You didn’t think that a world-class fighter had a stamina that low, did ya?”

Gasping, you don’t think you can trust your very eardrums right now. “So you mean to say…”

“Mhm.” Toji’s fucking you into utter stupidity- easily flipping you over, you’re being folded into the sloppiest mating press in existence. He mutters to you as he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending you down. “Y’know…MMA championships have five rounds.”

“Oh- and?”

Toji just grins, drilling out a heavy thrust. “One down, four to go, mama.”

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“Wow! That was a mean right hook, I definitely wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that strength.” You bite back a grin at the commentator’s voice—oh, how you knew. “Toji Fushiguro sends Naoya Zenin flying–”

You can’t bring yourself to wince as the two-tone-haired man lands on the other side of the octagon with a shuddering thud.

Too excited from your seat in the cageside area - the closest you could be to the fighters - as part of the team. It was your first time officially accompanying Toji to one of his big fights, as his physical therapist.

And his lover.

Though, that part was a secret (more or less, you swear you’d seen most of the gym giving you knowing looks whenever you clocked into work walking a little funny, or whenever Toji had sauntered into the locker room; hickies, nail marks, and all). But for now you settled into your role as the alert physical therapist, watching out for any points in which Toji showed signs of discomfort or soreness.

“Can you hear the crowd- they’re in uproar!”

“Well, it’s no wonder. Toji Fushiguro’s comeback has been long-awaited- ouch, that’s a nice uppercut from Toji.” Another voice bellows.

And the others hum in agreement. “And after his unfortunate streak last year, the champion found his footing once more. With a winning streak that’s one of the longest recorded in recent years, the man is unstoppable!”

“I guess the million dollar question of the night is - can he win the finals tonight?”

Though your efforts were likely for naught, because your boyfriend was at the top of his game.

Without letting Naoya even get up (some rookie hotshot, according to Toji, who had to be put in his place), the older man is pummeling him with a right hook, left hook, right hook, left hook. Until that cocky face of his looked mangled.

And the referee is rushing to his side- about to crouch on the floor for the countdown. The commentators have their announcement of his win on the tip of their tongue. The crows is already reaching a fever point-

It’s in that moment that Toji looks at you.

Towering, the lone fighter standing in the middle of the cage, he stares.

He smiles.

He points.

“Aaaaand the countdown is over—Naoya Zenin down! Toji Fushiguro has won the title of world light heavyweight champion once more! It’s a historical win for Toji!”

You’re all on your feet. The team claps each other on the back, the commentators are shaking hands. Shiu catches the way that Toji immediately heads for you - barely waiting till the heavy golden belt was draped across his body, barely letting the referee raise his hand in the air. Victory.

And he chuckles, “I already knew.” Taking a celebratory drag of his cigarette, “Guess I’m winning the bet.”

Your eyes bulge, “You guys bet on us?”

“Ever since the first day you walked in, sugar.” He chuffs, and lightly nudges your shoulder with his. “No go to him- before he tears down the cage, that is.”

Shiu was right to be worried. By the time you’re reaching the edge of the octagon, Toji has already jumped down from it- and you’re barely registering his brilliant grin before you’re in his arms. His face crushed into the nook of your neck. Arms looped around your waist.

In the distance, it seems, you can hear reporters and fans alike scream questions about you and your relationship. Something you’re sure will end up on every headline and front page of those sports gossip magazines that you now read. Hell, you can even hear the members of your team catcall and howl from the sidelines. 

But right now, it’s as if Toji’s voice is the only sound in your ears. “We won.”

You smile, “You won.”

He shakes his head, “Come off it, silly girl. We won.” And even in front of everyone else, even in front of the cameras, he nods down at the very obvious bite marks on your neck. The way your knees were slightly weak. Your core was slightly sore. Evidence of last night. “And m’gonna win a whole lot more tonight-”

“Five rounds just like this championship, then?” You tease, squirming in his strong arms. And he only pulls you even tighter to him-

“Actually, I hear the IMMAF is trying to make it six rounds…”

A/N. Listen I don’t condone J*o J*ekyung but Toji?? Gimme.

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“—devastating loss for the man that once ruled the octagon.”

“The latest in his recent losing streak, fans are left wondering when their light heavyweight champion will make his comeback. And what changes have to be made in order to—”

“—almost as if he’s been jinxed, hah!”

You hasten to turn down the volume on your phone. Despite having your earphones connected, all those screams n’ cries n’ protests still melded together into a powerful whirlwind, blaring out from the cheap speakers.

Tinny. The disappointment of the vast audience on-screen was far too much for your device to contain.

And not wishing to draw any more dirty looks from the other passengers on your bus, you muted the video and paused it on a still of Toji Fushiguro.

It was right after his defeat in the preliminaries; his skin glistening in fervent sweat, a cut bleeding from his brow, face scrunched as he rejected the help of someone from his own team. Instead, choosing to get up by himself.

Still silenced, you let the video play on a little longer - and you take in the glump slump of his shoulders. Oh-so-toned. You take in the way he stalks grimly off of the octagon-shaped battleground that the MMA was most famous for.

From here, you could tell that Toji towered above all of the crew- hell, he even towered above his opponent.

So why did he lose?

Alright, so you weren’t an expert in all things mixed-martial arts - but as a physical therapist you think you had some sort of say in the matter!

From here, you determine that this should’ve been an easy win for him. Terribly easy. Practically handed to him: for Toji was built considerably larger, stronger, about 6’3 with a ripped physique that made you understand exactly why the fighter had graced every single sports magazine in existence last season. Every TV show. Every sports exclusive. He’d taken the fighting world by storm at his debut, and he’d held that title ever since.

Infamous.

A wonder to watch on the screen.

A deep v-line. Arms the size of your head.

Those sage, half-lidded eyes of his were intense - especially now, as they blazed with injustice. You could remember feeling them follow your every move, prowling, from the athletics section on every magazine aisle. You think you’d picked up those exact magazines a few times, just to make sure that they weren’t somehow actually following you.

One time, you even remember the shop employee nodding approvingly at your choice.

Everyone knew Toji Fushiguro.

If not from his legendary MMA reputation, then from his irresistible looks. If not from his irresistible looks, then from his reputation as a tyrant in the ring.

If from neither then from his recent streak of losses that shook the fighting world.

It’d come out of nowhere. And no athlete quite expects to lose, but this seemed to have come as a surprise especially to Toji and his team, crew to an athlete that should’ve been at the top of his game.

You ponder - perhaps it was some wear on the joints, or maybe he hasn’t been getting enough electrolytes this season…

You’re pulled out of your little reverie by a cough from the kind ol’ lady seated beside you; the type that was less a necessity of the body, and more a pointed intonation of ‘I don’t know what you’re doing and it seems like neither do you’.

And, suddenly, you realize that you hadn’t just been staring into space as you’d thought- no, you’d been staring (quite passionately) at a paused frame of Toji Fushiguro in all his shirtless, sweaty glory. A close-up of his built figure. A close-up of the tattoo on the side of his toned hip.

Which, you had to admit was quite…attractive- pull yourself together! You turn off the phone that you’d pulled out in the first place for research, lest anyone else on the bus start thinking that you were some kind of pervert (it might already be too late for that, the elderly woman was tittering to herself). Ducking your head in shame, you sigh out in relief as you notice that your stop is near.

“The next stop is Sendagaya Station, Shibuya.” The lilting voice of the conductor rings out, “Please prepare your fares.”

You were glad to finally get off this bus, after a long ride spent toiling to yourself. In no time, you’d paid your fare and was stepping out into the bustling city.

Conveniently, right in front of the gymnasium you were supposed to arrive at: TEAM BLACK, TOKYO MMA GYM. 5F. 

To work for Toji Fushiguro.

You check your watch—five minutes early. Dressed in your crisp scrubs, you adjust the glinting golden badge engraved with your name and your position as physical therapist. 

And then you step in.

The sound of gloves connecting with flesh, of groaning punching bags, and shouts greet you immediately as you enter. There were a multitude of fights that were ongoing in the expansive gym, but there was only one that you couldn’t take your eyes off of - right in the middle, pummeling his bloodied opponent, was Toji Fushiguro.

From around the ring, teammates and coaches were yelling at the dark-haired man to stop. But he doesn’t.

His stone-cold face specks with blood, and he still doesn’t stop. His opponent taps at the mat to halt the match, and he still doesn’t stop. One of the other fighters in the gym runs up to grab him, and he still doesn’t stop.

Ultimately, you watch as it takes about five men to even match Toji’s strength- forget about overpowering.

“What’s wrong with you?!” One of the men cried out, “‘Free sparring’ doesn’t mean you should actually take the guy apart- someone could have gotten injured!”

“You okay? You seemed lost there, man…”

“Is this about the loss from a few weeks ago- eek!” Several of them stumble backwards as Toji glares at them for that particular comment, and suddenly you’re reminded of the match you’d just watched on the way here. That devastating loss.

You look over and can’t help but notice that the man inside the ring right now is much bigger than the one he’d fought during that match. Much stronger, it seems.

And again, you’re wondering - why the hell couldn’t he win?

“The punk wanted to spar, s’not my fuckin’ problem he couldn’t handle it.” Toji grunts, and it’s the first time you’re hearing his low baritone. Slightly husky.

He rolls his eyes as he shoves off the other fighters, and pulls aside the colored ropes ring to step out. Which is when, slowly, magnetically, his eyes meet yours.

“Who’s this?”

Toji’s in front of you in a split-second, his broad shape looming. His twinkling irises staring down. His black t-shirt skin-tight. His scarred lips slightly quirking upwards—

And before you can even think of responding, you hear a call of your name.

From the other side of the gym, a clean-cut man with a slight spattering of scruff was pacing his way over. He was well-built, like the other fighters here, though with an air of authority with which he wielded a clipboard.

In front of you, Toji repeats your name. Like he was tasting it.

“Ah, you must be the new physical therapist!” The man announces once he’s close enough, and you bow politely to which he does the same. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. The name’s Shiu Kong, m’the manager of these animals- so if there’s anything you need to ask, you ask me.”

“Thank you for having me, and for the opportunity.” You smile, seeing Toji’s stunned expression from the edge of your peripheral vision.

He scoffs, “And what do we need a physical therapist for?”

Shiu instantly smacks him with his clipboard, “Have you had one too many blows to the head?” He barks out, in a tone that was the complete opposite of the gentle way he’d spoken to you. “Huh? Have you? Have you forgotten the fact that you’ve done more losing than winning this season-”

“Alright alright-” Toji waves off, “The fuck? They should put you in the ring next.”

And then he turns to you and sweeps his eyes up and down. Deciding to take a chance, you thrust your hand out in the attempt of a handshake- only for him to take it in his much-larger, roughened one. And instead he flips your palm over and bends- almost like he’s bowing, almost like you’re royalty - and grins. “Pleasure.”

He doesn’t introduce himself, he knows he doesn’t have to.

And with only a slight smirk thrown your way, Toji turns on his heel and heads in the direction of one of the clinical-looking rooms in the gymnasium. Away from all the fighting, you assumed that this will be your office going forward.

Toji’s already there when you enter, and he’s-

…shirtless?

His broad back was all on display for you, every curve n’ divot, every one of his eight washboard abs, every flex of his muscles. He was glimmering with a sheen of sweat that brought out just how toned he was- and you think you could see, closer than ever, the inky spirals of a snake on his hip.

“My clothes are soaked in sweat-” Toji turns to look at you, and you feel your heart race at being caught staring. “I can do this in my boxers, right?”

“Ah, yes!” You try to keep your tone even, and help your client - your client - lay down on the examination table. But oh- he really was attractive. Painfully so.

Not even those smokin’ hot magazines and edits on social media (all part of your…research, of course) had done him justice.

But you had a job to do, and you’re getting started right away. “Do you have any specific concerns?” You ask, pulling a thin towel over Toji’s crotch area as he reclines. And he only sighs and rests his head upon his palms, muscles rippling as he does so.

“Just do your thing.”

“Yes, sir.” You nod, “Then, I’ll give you the full body sports oil massage.”

“Mn.”

You start from his broad shoulders, and then down to his pecs.

And he really wasn’t like any of the clients you’d had prior - no one came even close. You could feel the power in his body, the firmness, the training. Any time you glissade your lotionized hands across Toji’s muscles, he grunts- and, oh, you have to squeeze your thighs together to stop from thinking anything stupid.

You kneaded your way down from his bulging biceps, and onto the side of his hips - where you got a really good look at the snake tattoo. You notice that it also had flowers inked around it.

And then onto his thighs…you’re raising them in external rotations. All the while looking up at his ridiculously handsome face to check whether it hurt, you didn’t register the way your hands somewhat struggled to get a proper grasp on his meaty thighs, especially with the sweat.

You didn’t register the way your fingertips slightly scoured downwards-

“Oh, shit!” You hiss, jumping your hand back. In the few seconds that you’d been distracted by his looks, you’d somehow traced the crown head of something long…and hard.

Looking down, you realize that Toji’s erection was throbbing against the thin layer of his boxers. Barely even hidden by the cover of the towel, the lengthy cylindrical outline was there for your eyes to see - and for your hand to accidentally touch.

Your eyes widen.

How was he so big?

“My- my apologies, sir!” You sputter out, resting your treasonous hands against your sides. “It’s a very common physiological response to get hard- ah- an erection during a massage, and it’s completely my mistake for not noticing. Again, my apologies, I completely understand if you wish to-”

“Whaddaya doing just standing there?” Toji cuts you off gruffly, and you look up at his face in surprise. He raises a dark brow, “Aren’t you gonna finish what you started?”

You blink, “Finish what I…”

“The massage.” He cocks his head, though there’s a knowing smile on his lips - how devilish he looked this way. “That damn Shiu’s gonna give me hell if I don’t get it- so hurry it up, will ya?”

That was close. Hastily nodding, you reach over to massage his thigh once more. “Right at once, sir.”

Looking down, you chose not to make eye-contact with him for the rest of the session. Instead, focusing your entire attention on perfectly executing the massage, step by step - you wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened before!

Toji, however, stared at you through his partially-lidded eyes the entire time.

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“That wraps up your treatment for today. Thank you for your patience, Mr. Fushiguro.” You step to the side, giving the athlete the space to stretch out his long limbs and feel the effects of your massage- which, you had to admit yourself, was amongst some of the best in the academy.

He takes his time rolling his shoulders, feeling the way the blood vessels on his muscles flow smoothly. Energized.

“Hm, not bad.” Toji muses, more to himself. “Most of the punks here call me ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Fushiguro’-” He nods at you, “You can just call me Toji.”

“Oh- I’m honored, sir- I mean-” Your veins blister with heat, and you think that the slight quirk of his lips might have something to do with it. “—Toji.” It felt so wrong on your tongue, and yet so right.

And before you can let anything further slip (because, really, you’d never been close enough to a client to address them by their first name, let alone be told to do so after the very first session), you turn away from the handsome man to grab your bag of supplies, your coat, and step to fumble with the door handle. “And now- if that’s all, then I’ll be going now. Have a nice day, sir- I mean-”

As you make your very evident escape, Toji can only watch. Can only stare.

He feels his massive erection still throb furiously between his legs, still ravenous. Like never before. And one of his hands snakes down to squeeze—“How…interesting.”

Before the door swings open once more and in comes Shiu, prattling away something about how you ‘left in such a hurry’ and what a ‘sweet lil’ thing’ you were- Toji casually throws a second hand towel over his lap as his best friend (and manager) comes to slap him on the shoulder. “Feeling refreshed, eh? I can see it in your eyes- with her, we might just have hope about winning that next match.”

“Yeah.” He rasps out, throat dry. Toji watches where you left, he can still feel your soft hands tingling on his skin. “Yeah, we might just.”

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“Fuck-” The champion spits between his clenched canines- well, future champion. But it didn’t hurt to be a lil’ optimistic, did it? “Oh, fuck- I’ve never been fuckin’ harder.”

He didn’t fucking care. Not right now, not when he had his strong hand rested against the glistening tile of the stall. His head bent forwards, his back wet with the pouring shower, his right hand slipped below his v-line and furiously pumping his cock.

Up and down. Up and down.

Fuck, he was jerking himself off like he never had before. Until the friction of his roughened palm left his long, hot length all red n’ raw- and yet, he still wasn’t stopping. Still couldn’t. 

He remembers the feeling of your soft hands on his thighs and Toji bucks-

“F-fuck-” The fighter gnaws down on his scarred bottom lip, trying desperately not to make a sound that will echo out in the gym’s empty locker room. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- s’not supposed to feel this good.” Sure, they had stalls - but right now even the slightest flick of his thumb, right underneath his mushroomy tip, felt so good that he might as well moan out loud.

And the worst part was that he’s sure his very first moan would be your name.

“Fuck, mama, s’not supposed to feel this good.” He snarls, entire body wracking with shivers. The bulging biceps on his arms ripple as he glides his hand down to his base. And all the way back up.

Abs tensing. Veins on his pelvis popping.

With a few more vulgar strokes, he’s hoverin’ his thumb right over the divot on the middle of his cockhead. It was all pink n’ needy, dribbling out in syrupy white cum in absolutely no time- “Look what you’ve done to me.” Toji watches himself through his shaggy black bangs, wet with water and perspiration, cumming all over his hands. “I don’t know what blessing- what c-curse you’ve put on me, but…” Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

He rides out his high on his right hand, fucking his fist like he imagines you might tease him through it- just like the way you’d teasingly grazed his tip. Just grazed.

You’d probably take it like such a good girl. Let him paint his gluey white cum all over your face, and just across your lips - it would probably match your scrubs, heh. Biting back a groan, those lecherous thoughts of his only make him finish even faster.

And once the sparks of his high have finally bated - the fountain of his ivory sap stopping - Toji washes off the remnants of his lewd act. Spurting out some cool body wash and cleaning himself off, he slicks back his hair with clean hands now.

Head throwing back, he knew he had to get his mind in focus for the upcoming match - just in a few hours, actually. The car was supposed to be waiting for him outside the gym by now. It was some sort of rebound match of Legends vs. Rookies that Shiu had managed to scrounge together, and it should be displeased at the fact that he was supposed to fight some no-good, hotshot punk- but, honestly he had a good feeling about this one.

Toji’s thoughts stray back to you, and he finds himself cracking a snicker- “You’ve fuckin’ cursed me, woman. You plague me. But…” A thrill zaps through his strong body, “…I like it.”

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Toji Fushiguro won the Legends vs. Rookies event. 

A wipe-out so clean that everyone was sure it’d go down in history. A comeback so strong that it had already gone down in history.

After that, it was a streak of absolute demolition: the preliminaries, the co-main events, the PPV matches, each and every single fight that was thrown his way- Toji Fushiguro was sure to win without even breaking a sweat (metaphorically).

Hell, at one point even some of his past contenders from his losing streak had demanded rematches, perhaps thinking that they could put the legend in his place once more.

He’d won those, too.

After a season-long losing streak, it was months of winning. And you were giving him his massages on the days before every match. 

And Toji was back on the magazine covers, the interviews, the brand deals. Right now you couldn’t even step outside your humble apartment building without being met with at least four different billboards and several commercials featuring him. It was quite strange - seeing the rugged persona in those mediums, and then his still-rugged demeanour in real life.

Though, slightly less so.

There was a faint gentleness to the way that Toji was (when you’d brought this up with some of the other fighters you’d grown close to, they’d fervently denied and showed off their bruises from the pummelings that Toji gave them in the ring). 

But you were sure it was there: in the way that he’d always be first in the office, in the way he’d lightly murmur greetings to you and only you, in the way he’d hold open doors and look away as if he wasn’t, in the way that there was a drink of your favorite preference on your desk every morning. And you’d asked around, wondering if it was perhaps Shiu or any of the rookies that was doing so- but they all denied it.

All but one of them.

Toji.

Even Shiu seemed to have noticed that something had shifted in his best fighter. Hell, he was on a winning streak after so long, so of course there had to have been a change.

The other man couldn’t quite pinpoint it, though he gave most of the credit to you and your massages. ‘They must be some sort of magic work!’ He’d exclaimed to you one day, after a particularly tough opponent that Toji had easily beat.

And you yourself couldn’t quite be sure, though you didn’t want to give yourself all the credit. You were only glad that your favorite fighter (yes, after being around MMA fighters for long enough now, you’d determined that Toji was your favorite) was back to winning again.

Only glad you could help.

Which is why, in the ghost entrails of the early morning, at exactly 2:36AM, when Toji texted you - you answered.

2:36AM - Toji (MMA fighter): I need you. 

2:38AM - Toji (MMA fighter): For another one of those full body massages.

2:42AM - Toji (MMA fighter): Please.

2:42AM - You: On my way!

As you jumped out of your bed to get dressed, you noticed that you had several missed calls from Shiu, as well. After calling him right back, he informed you that just last week, Toji had come up on a draw during his last match, which was yet another co-main event for the #1 Contender spot. 

Of course, you knew of this, you’d watched the match on the gymnasium television. And though it wasn’t the worst of outcomes (especially considering that this was world-class fighting, at a light heavyweight level), considering his winning streak, you were somewhat surprised. And slightly afraid that he’d go back into his rut of losing, just as Shiu was.

Which was why he, too, wanted to reach out to inquire whether you could do one of your ‘magical’ full-body massages on Toji on the night before one of his biggest matches yet. A rematch for the #1 Contender spot - the audiences loved him.

Shiu told you he’d seen Toji moping around after that devastating draw, and knew that the only one who just might have the ability to brighten his mood would be you. So please, if you could go at 2:45AM to the penthouse apartment of a celebrity MMA fighter to give him a massage?

Of course, you said yes.

It seems that Toji’s team had arranged for everything already, and a flashy black car was already waiting outside your apartment building to whisk you off to your destination. You twiddled your thumbs, slightly nervous (for what? You weren’t quite sure) as the car parked in front of a set of gleaming skyscrapers. Apartment buildings of a calibre that you’d only seen in architectural magazines.

Escorted upwards by a few of Toji’s own personal bodyguards past an entrance larger than your entire apartment, and a lobby that practically screamed luxury. 

You didn’t even know that Tokyo had such a place. 

Massive. Concierges that bowed as soon as they saw you. An orchestra that still played in the dead of night. Chandeliers like miniature suns that lined the ceiling.

Damn, maybe you should’ve become a famous fighter, you whistled. It made sense, though, he is one of the highest-paid athletes in the country. Even the elevators were gilded, shining so brightly that you could make out every inch of your face on its reflection. And the bodyguard’s, too- you quickly straightened up and tried to look as casual as possible as he led you to the very top floor.

A large glowing button simply labelled with a ‘P’.

The penthouse floor had a wide carpeted corridor leading up to it, all golds and reds like the rest of the apartment. You walked up to the expensive-looking door at the end of it, and buzzed the doorbell on its touchpad.

Bzzzz—!

The door swings open.

And there stands Toji Fushiguro, in all his sweaty, shirtless glory.

It almost reminded you of the first time you gave him a massage. Chest heaving. Vision bleary. A glittering bead of sweat lines the curve of his jawline, ending at his chin and dripping downwards. Down, down, down the valley of his pecs.

There was a lewd little flush that overtook his tannish skin.

Like he was…sex-flushed.

Spreading out across his tense shoulders, and all the way down his chest. The back of his neck. You don’t think it even ends as it follows the line of his dark happy trail, those curly lil’ hairs at the bottom of his navel, and then even further down—

Toji’s grey sweatpants hung low on his hips.

Dangerously low.

And you have to force yourself to look away. You swallow as he raises one big, beefy arm and rests it on the top of the door frame. Looking at you through the gaps in his damp bangs, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, mama.”

“O-oh.” You immediately close your mouth, realizing that you’d been gawking at him for far too long now (how unprofessional!) Sheepishly, you raise your bag of supplies and shake it ever-so-slightly. “I uh- got your text! And Shiu also called to tell me that you wanted an extra round of physical therapy before your match, sir-”

“Toji.”

“Toji-” You amend. Before taking on a stern tone, “And it looks to me like you’d already been up working out before your match. Overstressing your joints will wear them out, you know!”

He scratches the back of his head, a sleazy smile overtaking his face. “Working out- right.”

Tutting, “What you need now is a nice massage and some relaxation. I’ll do your usual with some added therapy for your blood pressure, how about that?”

“Perfect.” Toji grins, and he cracks the doorway open. Just slightly open. So that you have to squeeze yourself between the doorway and his chiselled body - not that you were complaining. “Come on in and give me a- hah, real workout then, how about it?”

“Relaxation, Toji.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Ignoring his teasing, you step inside. It’s a luxurious apartment - one of those stylishly modern types, black and white, with flares of Toji’s MMA career. Boxing gloves on the sprawling couch. A TV that takes up an entire wall, paused on highlights from his last match. A cabinet overspilling with trophies and belts.

Led by him, you stumble past towering artworks that likely cost about five of these penthouses - and that’s about ten thousand of your own apartment.

He walks you through winding hallways, and ultimately into what you guess is the master bedroom.

His bedroom.

The first thing you notice as you step in isn’t the rich furniture, or the king-sized bed, or the draping curtains that were cracked ever-so-slightly to let a sliver of the city seep through. No- it’s the mountain of tissues scattered on the wine-red carpet, the bottle of lotion on his bedside table, the way the dark bedsheets looked like he’d just been thrashing on it.

Toji casually lays back down on his wrinkled bed, and rests his clammy head on two hands. Stretching out. 

You hasten to set out your work, coating your palms in lotion, and beginning your massage. As you start off warming up his obliques, you can’t help but blurt out- “M-my apologies for assuming it was a workout-”

Fuck.

Why would you say that?

You gasp, “I mean-”

“Why?” Toji croons, tilting his head to look at you. Trying to avoid his gaze, you quickly shift to extending his legs instead. “It was a workout, heh.”

Your veins bubble, “Oh…”

“And it’s a workout I need before every match, y’know?” Looking at you closely, still, you’re too aware of the fact that you’re massaging his thigh. “The fact that m’fuckin’ my fist like some lecher before every match, you don’t think that’s strange?”

“I see. I don’t really…” Your throat is drier than the Sahara, you have no idea what to say - though, you admit, a part of you wants to hear more. So that’s what he’d been doing, in this very room, on this very bed, just before you’d arrived.

Another part of you is thrilled. Another part of you is confused why you’re thrilled- which quickly morphs into understanding once your brain conjures up a sizzling image of Toji Fushiguro alone with his sweatpants at his ankles, hands fisting his rock-hard cock. 

Shaking your head free of those lecherous visions, you attempt to lighten the mood- “Is that why you’ve been winning all these matches lately, hah?”

“Exactly.” And Toji sounded dead-fucking-serious. Rising, he looks you squarely in the eyes with his slightly murky ones. “See, the thing is, I have this jinx.”

Your eyes widen.

“That’s why I was on a losing streak- no matter what happens, it turns out I needa have a real good high the night before a match.” Your hands have stopped their movements, yet he shifts to edge them up higher. Closer. “N’ it needs to be truly satisfying for me to win.”

“So- so these past few matches?”

“Mhm, you’re a smart one, mama.” He shifts on the bed, sitting up. Even closer. “You could say it’s my routine, and it’s very important to me.” His verdant gaze shifts from your right eye, to your left, to your lips. A triangle. “And…I’d found my fix. Just fucking my fist to the thought of her was enough- but lately…lately, I dunno if that’s all I want.”

Your breath catches—he was talking about…“I see- th-that must be quite challenging.”

“Heh, it looks like you still don’t get it.”

Before you know it, his hand grasps yours. And he’s bringing it up- to press an innocent peck on the back of your hand, though the burning look in his eyes was anything but.

Scarred lips murmuring against your skin, “Why’d ya think that on the crucial night before a match, I’d go through all the trouble of calling my manager, informing security, and having you come over?” He chuckles, “And if you still don’t get it-”

And that sweet, sweet kiss he was pressing to your hand?

Well, Toji’s canines slip outwards to lightly bite down - just teasingly. He looks at you through his long, Stygian lashes. “I know the way you look at me, ya aren’t slick- hah! If you want - only if you want - you should know.” Sighing out. A confession. “It’s always been you, doll. Always.”

So he really was talking about you earlier.

Your heart stutters, and the only thing you can think to do - let your hand slip up, just the way it had on the first day you’d given him a massage.

And sure as day, there it was, the massive fucking erection that raged beneath his sweatpants. Just as large - if not even larger - than how you’d remembered him. 

Just as needy - if not needier.

You gulp, “Well, I am your physical therapist intended to help you…” You stare at him dead-on in the eyes: they were drunk with lust. Looking as if he was on the very urge of shattering if you just say the word. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think of him in that way, either. “-win.”

.

.

.

“Oh fuck, you taste so good, mama. Just a lil’ wider now—just a little wider.” At Toji’s throaty beckons, you’re stretchin’ your thighs further apart with a whimper. 

Feeling the scorchin’ hot gust of his breath against your core, you arch your back with a yelp once you feel him swat his calloused fingertips against your folds.

Teasingly, he runs his fat thumb right past your pussylips- snagging down on your clit to make you even wetter above him. “Wiiider now- lemme see her properly, mama.” He huffs out, demanding. “No need to be shy with me.” 

“M’already stretching.” You’re rebutting, grabbing onto a few tufts of his raven bangs to balance yourself. You knew you didn’t need to be gentle with him- in fact, Toji groans at the feeling of you pulling on his hair, using it as leverage. 

After all, he’d been the one to insist on making out with your cunt this way: your thighs straddling either side of his face, your cunt hovering above his mouth.

A beaded droplet of slick dribbles into his mouth and he has his tongue out n’ ready to catch it. Pryin’ your swollen folds even further apart with his thumb,  “Atta girl-” As you leak out at his words- “Atta girl, s’exactly how wet I want you.”

“Hmpf- and you haven’t even kissed me yet.” You point out, stubbornly.

To which Toji only grins - oh, how cute you were. “You wan’ me to kiss you? There-” And before you know it, you’re feeling something cold and wet cling onto your pussy. Only later are you realizing that he’d just spat on your cunt, letting the lewd slurp-slurp-sluuuurp ring out for both your ears to hear. “Those lips happy now, or do you want tongue?”

“You’re just so mean- ngh-”

Another probing press of his crowned thumb, once more rolling over your clit perfectly. “Oh, so you do want tongue.”

And Toji says it so casually, as if he’d just stumbled across an epiphany. As if he normally did communicate through the squelching slurps your pussy was giving out-

Because then he’s delving his tongue into you like an animal.

Barely even prepping you, barely even warning you- not before the scourin’ tip of his tongue then enters past your folds. Striking directly against some tender inner part of your walls, before he’s darting it back out and fucking you with his long muscle.

Rutting.

Again and again and again.

You feel your thighs shiver hopelessly at the sheer length of Toji’s tongue - so fucking long that you could feel his ridged tastebuds aim for your very cervix. As if he could reach. “O-oh my god. How are you so big, Toji?”

“Mmm, and I haven’t even put my cock in yet, doll.” He smiles priggishly, his tongue slurping up every wadded ounce of slick that leaves you. “How are you gonna take that then, huh?”

“I don’t know- ngh.” He’s mazing another inch of his tongue in, thoroughly. And it’s enough to leave your body all loose n’ wobbly with pleasure- stupidly, you attempt to hold onto the towering headboard on his bed, but Toji can’t have that, now, can he?

Not when he was the one pounding your pretty pussy with all his tastebuds.

Glued to the slick-filled orifices of your cunt, he’s unhooking your hands from the headboard and bringing it back down to hold onto his scalp. To pull. To rough him up a little. “Don’t even think about it-” He can’t even speak through the rough, open-mouthed kisses he was leaving on your puckered hole. Wetly. Gasping for air- for more tastes of your candied cunt. “In fact…”

Your hips flinch ever-so-slightly once Toji raises his head up - which, with his powerful body, was absolutely nothing even with your weight on top of him. And through his long bangs he takes a gooood, long look at you.

At your cunt.

At the way you were still hovering your hips, and then he’s spanking his familiar hand down on the tip-top of your clit. Making you gasp- “Did you just-”

“Whoops.” Faux-innocently, Toji acts all nice then - pinpointing the top of his tongue into each of those tender spots you loved so much. He unhinges his jaw even further to make sure that he isn’t leaving a single spot unkissed. Long and hard. 

Smack!

And again, you’re finding the most tender outer part of your pussy slapped. “Aww, not again.” Toji has the audacity to pout on your behalf. Meanly, his free hand slides over to grip your ass and pull you down. “Anyways…why don’tcha properly fuckin’ sit, mama. Maybe then my hands will stop- heh, slipping.”

And as if to prove his point, his prolonged tongue skids all the way from your glossy hole to your clit. “I mean…”

“Like- fuck!” Still urging you to sit properly with his hands, on the verge of manhandling you. “Who the fuck do ya think you are, honey?”

You shyly try to listen to what he says, grindin’ your treacly cunt all over his open mouth. And oh- oh, it was like heaven for him. He has his greedy maw unfastened and his tongue slurping all over, stickin’ into every orifice even deeper than he had before. “I worry- hngh! I just worry that I might-” But he still wanted more. Still had his neck craning up n’ down to take in everything you gave him. “-suffocate you if you go on like this.”

And it was a realistic concern- fuck, you were hovering your waist right now and still Toji wasn’t stopping to take a breath. Wasn’t even slowing down.

He’s burying himself nose-deep between your pussylips and letting his mouth do more stirrin’ than talking. And it’s only after a few more vulgar fucking strokes of his tongue, a few more swabs inside your pussy that he can even wrench himself away to answer you. “Ohhhh, I get it.” Tugging on your trembling thighs, “You think I can’t handle it, huh?”

“I didn’t say- oh, fuck-”

Without hesitation, Toji plants a rude slap on your pussy once more. Letting those glittering beads of slick splatter all over, “You think m’fucking weak?” He seethes, half-joking. But half-wanting. “Let me get one thing fuckin’ clear, doll.”

And you’re listening intently - because if he sensed you were becoming too far one on the way his tongue lavishly licks, then Toji would once again swat your cunt. Drawing your attention once more.

The fighter stares deeply into your hazed peripherals as he lets his lengthy tongue flop out. Slitherin’ that honed tip right in- “No matter what you weigh, I can bench press more than five of you.” And he gives your pussylips yet another sinful spank! “Now- fucking- sit.”

You’re being seated with an unceremoniously loud sluuuuurp.

Of his tongue stickin’ deep inside you, his upper lip practically glued to your clit. With you riding his face, Toji fills out every tiny geysering nook and cranny. Grazing every velvety bundle of nerves that makes you see stars.

“Oh- please-” He was just ruthless. As if you didn’t know whether to fuck back or run forwards, you’re jolting your hips sloppily up and down. Slick, needy drags to match his lapping tongue.

Again and again.

Slurp after squelch.

Before you know it, Toji wants more - needs more. Even having you on top of him like this, his mouth was ravenous. Licking. Leaning up from the pillows to let you ride his face; all the way from the curve of his chin n’ up to the tip of his straight nosebridge. 

As you come back down from one of these particular gyrations, Toji holds you still and - before you know it - you’re feeling the sensation of something elongated and thick entering your cunt.

“Sh-shit, that’s not your tongue…” You blink away the tears in your eyes and look downwards, where the protruding edges of his joints were stretching you intensely.

Two of them- even though it felt like four, with how big his fingers were.

As you wail n’ wobble on top of him, Toji crushes you to his mouth ferociously. And you marvel at the stretch that keeps you hostage - you can’t do anything but take it. But let your mouth fall ajar, and your head throw back, at the feeling of his probing thrusts.

Sultry tastebuds flickering over your clit- “Mmm, s’not my tongue- good catch, doll.” He snickers, “Thought that such a goooood pussy deserved a little something m-more-”

You catch the way that his dark brows furrow, a slight flush tinting what little you could see of his ears. “Wait- Toji, did you just stutter-”

“No the fuck I didn’t-” He’s snapping back. 

And in response, you’re having your gummy walls pummeled with some of the rudest jackhammers you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Oh, he’s just swabbing his fingerpads in so deep, mouth pursing to spit against your entrance once more n’ lick it all up. 

Letting himself salivate. 

Toji drools down a waterfall of your slick, his fingers tuggin’ apart your tight hole to squeeze-squeeze-squeeze in a third finger. “Don’t make me lose focus now.” Grumbling from underneath you, the fighter pins you down with a big, beefy arm wrapped ‘round your waist. Tight. You’re in awe of his sheer inhuman strength. “Don’tcha remember? I’ve gotta- ngh- win tomorrow, n’ this pretty pussy is the key to it, mama. So let me focus alllll my attention on h-her…”

You gasp, “So you did stutter-” And soon enough, you feel yourself growing even wetter at the implication that the strong, cocky Toji Fushiguro was so pussydrunk right now that he was slurring his words.

Gone on your cunt. The way you clenched ‘round his rovering fingers- oh. 

And, of course, Toji wasn’t complaining about the fact that you were soaking yourself even more. Only gaping his maw further open, “Mmm, tch-” His fingers pull out with a squelch to spank the front of your core, “-these lips are much nicer t’me.”

“Hey—” You huff, “Just because I got you all ngh- pussydrunk doesn’t mean- oh fuck!”

“What were you saying—?” And then he’d bullied in four fingers - four. Four entire, long digits- he ends off by hitting his mountainous knuckles against your folds with a smack! Smack after smack. Until the skin on his hands were rubbed all raw, Toji probes his fingers inside your cunt. “Oh yes, I think someone was talkin’ all big w’me. Do you know who that, mmm, might be?”

You shake on top of him, his cushy fingertips were glissading oh-so-close to your g-spot. With every rapid thrust, they inched in—“I-I don’t-”

“I see.” And then he’s rolling his tongue ruthlessly against your clit with a few wettened noises. “Do you know then?”

“What do you-”

“Shhh, not you.” Toji rolls his half-lidded eyes. And his vibratin’ words zap through your entire body - he always did make sure to lean in reeeeal close whenever he spoke, but right now, he was tracing his canines over your swollen clit and lightly gnawing. “M’talking to her- aren’t I?”

“F-fuuuck–!” Just then, he’s striking your g-spot. Thunderously. Just then, he’s realizing he did- and repeating the motion in quick, frenzied half-thrusts.

Barely even pulling properly to tease your elastic hole, barely even letting you register the way he bashes your bundle of nerves before he repeats the act. Toji was just vicious with how he batters in your poor cunt, “Yeah? Yeah yeah yeah- ya like that?” He spits, “Who’s stuttering now, mama? Got anythin’ else to say?”

You whimper, “Mm-mm-”

“Mhm, I knew she was chattier anyway.”

Talking to your pussy, Toji nods along like he’s part of the conversation. All those pretty, pretty sounds that he almost wishes he could record and listen to on loop.

So it was only a matter of time before he’s feeling the way your clampin’ walls reach a feverpitch, the way your damp noises only seem to get damper. 

And the fighter looks up at you with a glint of excitement in his partially-lidded eyes, “Oh, she’s close, doll.”

“How did you-” Your breath catches- fuck, he’s only accelerating his thorough pushes. The only thing you could register at this point was the perfect way he knew how to work your pussy, all those deepest, most fragile spots.

Quickly enough, those twinges of pleasure at the pit of your stomach are turning into waves. 

And you can feel your thighs tremor on top of him, struggling to support your body when your orgasm quakes. “Toji, m’close-” You tug on his sweaty hair, “I think m’gonna c-cum soon.”

“So cum on my face, then?” He answers, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Determined, you don’t even need to hold up your own self anymore - he’s doing so with one hand glued to the side of your hips, the other pressing and probin’ until you’re being fucked by both his mouth n’ his fingers- straight into your high.

Crash-landing into your orgasm, it takes you entirely by surprise.

You jerk your cunt against his mouth, and Toji groans with delight. Back arching. Toes curling. You close your eyes and see entirely white as the surge of euphoria takes over your body.

“Oh my- ngh, fuck. M’cumming, m’cumming m’cumming and it feels so good-” He’s just digging his veiny fingers against every sensitive ridge on your walls, just the way you liked. “Right there, keep going just like that, Toji.”

And usually this would be the point where he says something to tease you. The point where he says something to make you whine n’ try to shut him up with your bloated pussylips.

But he was fucking you so thoroughly through your high that he doesn’t even have the time for that anymore, doesn’t have the patience.

With his scarred lips smoochin’ away at your clit, Toji lets his plump fingertips hit your g-spot. Constantly. With those keen senses of his (honestly you blame the reflexes from MMA), he pinpoints the exact tempo of your high.

Every peak- he bashes in with a swat! at your bundle of nerves. Letting his mouth salivate all down your runny slit, drinking up every sip of your sweet, sweet juices. Like honey. “And you called me p-pussydrunk, heh.” Toji titters away, noticing the glazed look in your eyes. “As if you’re not the one gone on my tongue, doll. As if you’re not the one salivating all like that. As if you’re not the one with the pussy that’s fuckin’ ruined me- fuck.”

Both of you register what he’s said at the same time.

Toji with a sudden gasp, and you with a smug smirk. The strongest of your high has bated by now to nothing more than a few tingles, and you have half the mind to look down at him and ask. “So…ruined you, huh?”

“Sh-shut up.”

That pussydrunkness - oh, Toji Fushiguro was fighting against it. Trying not to cave in. But alas, he couldn’t be in denial any longer after your orgasm has ended, and you’re trying to pull off of his mouth- only for Toji to hold onto your thighs and chase after your cunt.

You whimper from overstimulation as he licks at your teary crevice a few more times, before you the pleasure is too much and you really have to push his sweaty crown away.

“Toji- ngh, m’sensitive.” You squeal, to which he grunts in nonchalance. Still addicted to tastin’ you. Realizing this, you finally huff, “If you let me go now, then maybe I wanna take a shot at- hah, paying you back…”

And that finally makes him pull off. With a raised brow, “Cheh, go easy on yerself- you can’t take me that easily.”

“Oh? Scared?”

“You wish.” 

In fact, there was a hint of challenge in Toji’s dazed eyes. In no time, you’re plopped off of his mouth with the most lecherous noise. Seated on the edge of the bed, he got off and tugged down on the flimsy fabric of his sweatpants.

Resting his fist on the dark curls at his base, you’re being introduced to Toji’s proud length.

Tanned. Rock-hard. 

Even larger than you’d imagined from all his…accidental erections during your sessions. Long. And he wasn’t lacking in the girth department, either - the plumpest tip, all covered in a layer of creamy pre. It dripped down the nozzle of his cockhead, n’ allllll the way down his shaft.

Body moving before your mind, you’re reaching out to grab at his tannish cock. The flatness of your thumb easily smears the lines of precum he was leaking out, letting them glide along the veins that decorated either side of his shaft.

So textured, you wondered how it would feel inside-

“So?” Toji grunts out from above you, peering down. You notice that he still has the remnants of your slick plastered all across his chin, mouth, all the way up to his cheekbones. Worn like some medallion. He sinks his fangs into his lower lip to stop from making too many needy noises as you inspected his sheer size, “Not too late to back out now, doll- heh- oh.”

You’re making him swallow that cocky laughter of his back.

Because in a few sultry split-seconds, you have your mouth pointed right above the divot on his shaft. Spitting. You let the dollop of spittle ooze down his shaft for a bit, before immediately taking his tip into your mouth.

Oh, he’s reaching for the roof of your mouth instantly.

So thick. So plump. You shut your eyes and groan at the salty-sweet taste that greets you, it’s surprisingly not unpleasant. 

And Toji lets off a low whistle at the slobbered display, “Oho?” Looking at you through his lashes, you stare up with doey, teary eyes and he feels himself throb at near the back of your throat. “Sh-shit- dooon’t fucking look at me like that. Oh, you know what you’re doing, woman.”

“Mmmpf-” You moan, your lips ‘round his sensitive slit. They send sinful vibrations that makes the larger man hiss.

“Fuck yeah, you do.” With a mean hand, the fighter grips onto the back of your scalp. Manhandling you slightly, “C’mon, doll. C’mon- let’s see if that slutty mouth o’ yours is just talk.”

And then he’s rutting slightly upwards - gently.

At least, for him. But for you, you’re clawing down the lines of his toned pelvis, struggling to catch your breath-

“Oh? Some claws on ya, girl. Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already? I haven’t even fucked ya dumb yet.” And he has the audacity to make that mocking pout again, “Y’know I’ve been fuckin’ my cock to the, mm, thought of you for months now. And- oh, fuck- keep doing that with your tongue—ngh.”

Your jaw aches, and yet you unhinge it even deeper to let the tip of your tastebuds trace patterns all across the line of his slit. All pinkish and slicked with precum.

He continues, “You wanna know a secret?” It was such a heavenly sight, watching you try to nod with Toji’s fat cock stuffed between your lips. Hell, you hadn’t even taken him all yet. “Right before you came here-” Leaning in, whispering. “-I was jerking my cock- oh-”

“Mhmm—?”

“-to your text, doll.”

Oh, fuck.

You’re plucking yourself off of Toji’s thick crown to gasp- but he doesn’t let you get too far before grabbing you with one hand at your throat. Lightly putting pressure at your sides, he’s crashing his lips onto yours.

“Mmm—” He groans against your lips, tasting you, tasting himself, tasting you. “Get on the middle of the bed, all fours. Wanna see if those other lips of yours are just talk, too.”

“They’re not.” You huff, but do as he says anyway.

Those overworked bedsprings creak as you both reposition yourselves: you on your hands and knees, your face pushed into one of the pillows, and Toji right behind you.

His rough hands bend your spine into a cute lil’ curvature, and then proceeds to bang the ends of his fingertips against your weepy pussy. “Easy there, mama.” Toji coos once you buck with a whimper, “Toji’s here n’ you just have to be my good girl and take it, alright?”

You’re nodding, “Just shut up and fuh-fuck me already.”

“Tut tut, greedy girl.”

But he’s doing as you say anyway - oh, he’d do anything you say, to be quite honest. You’re inching your needy cunt closer to where his erection was upright, and Toji holds onto the base of his cock to just slightly eeeeease his way in.

His plump, puckered tip pries apart your folds.

From his honed end, all the way down to where his cockhead swells, you’re feeling him stretch you wiiide open as he enters. “Oh my- fuck! You feel even bigger than you looked-”

“Why, thank you…heh.” And you swear you can feel his red-hot girth throb even bigger. Wider. Since Toji was rock-fucking-hard, you could sense any and every change in his size. “Now don’t run, alright?”

“Why would I-” You’re cutting your own self off, feeling him give the slightest half-thrust from behind. And it’s enough to make you lurch your hand out and grab onto one of the spindles of his headboard. “-oh- oh, I get it now.”

“Mhm—knew you’d wanna run, all talk.” Shaking his head and his shaggy strands, Toji had to have some extra, extra precaution, you see.

Just a warning wasn’t enough. So without further ado, his beefy forearm reaches out to hold tightly onto your neck. Squeezing either side of it, he feels the way your pulse thunders underneath his touch.

Throat strangled with spittle and whines. “Oh my god-” Even more so when he starts rutting his hips like an animal.

“Easy there, eeeeasy there.” He’s reassuring you from behind, as if his achingly hard cock wasn’t splitting you open incredibly. “S’just the tip, doll. You can take it- shhh, you can take it.”

“Whaddaya mean this is just the tip?” You gasp, feeling your body being pulled into his like a ragdoll. He manhandles you as if you’re nothing, constantly grinding your hips back against that scruffy happy trail of his.

“Well, just the tip aaaaand…” You’re quickly learning that whenever Toji elongates his words, he’s dragging out his thrusts, too.

Letting the thick, vein-covered length of his shaft gliiiide all across your walls and then right back. Baaaack and forth. Baaaack and forth. With a sensual pace, he’s inching his way in- the fat, bulbous end of his shaft acting like the headlight. Spearing. He snickers, “-an inch more. Two.”

Tears stream down your cheeks, and Toji’s lavish tongue careens out to lick at them deliciously. “A-and- oh, how much more is there?”

He casually leans his weight back to check, and the fighter’s greedy gaze gets stuck on the sight of your pussy suckin’ him up. Slurping him. 

It’s like your pussylips were stretched apart so widely and struggling to take his merciless pace- yet still clamping down, still glistening with wetness after each one of his rugged strikes. “Oh, just about two inches…three…four-” Toji whispers hotly against your ear, “Y’know what- how about I just tell you after you’ve taken all, mm, nine inches, doll?”

Nine inches?

Oh, you were done for.

You weren’t walking out of this very penthouse.

“Yeah, you’re not.” He confirms your thought- shit, you’d said that out loud. Just so dickmatized by the way his flared ridges were swervin’ all around your tight walls.

The curvaceous line of his cockhead nudges apart your channel, and you feel his hold tighten even further. “But the good news- you’re gonna take- ngh, my entire cock, won’t you?” Breathy. He was speeding up his cadence now. Long, thorough strokes. “Gonna take e-every single inch?”

“Yes-” You claw at the headboard, “Yes yes yes yes-”

And then rings the loudest squeeeelch ever as he’s fitting in a few more inches, “Mhmmm, and you’re gonna- ngh- love it.”

Both you and your sloppy pussy do - and he can tell.

All that arousal. All those cute noises you were making. You’re feeling the exact way the zig-zagged pattern of his veins massages your cunt, just perfectly scratching every carnal inch. And he’s almost bottoming-out, almost feeling his reddened tip hit the back of your pussy-

Before you clench around his rude cock—

And you hear the exact, shattered moment that Toji’s breath catches. “Oh fuck-” He stills, “Oh fuck, this won’t work-”

Blinking over your shoulder, “Toji?”

“Fuck.”

His bass cracks at the tail end of that profanity.

And in a mere instant - so fast that you don’t even have enough time to compute - you’re finding your head trapped in one of Toji’s infamous headlocks.

Sure, he’d often used it in a much less attractive way with his opponents.

But never had he used it like this. And you’re choking at the restraint of his flexing muscles, all bulged and big. His biceps digs perfectly against the front of your throat, and you feel your saliva come out in heaps- “Toji- Toji Toji Toji- oh, I can feel you hit my c-cervix.”

Sure enough, he’d dragged you back to bottom out.

The curvy tip of his shaft cutely bumpin’ your cervix, you feel a sticky layer of his precum drip out at the fact. Pulling back, back, baaaaack - right until his plump crown kisses your hole, and then all the way back in again.

In and out. In and out.

So thoroughly, he’s fucking his rock-hard cock into you. Leaving absolutely no hidden spot unturned, leaving your fuzzy brain in absolute shambles.

“You said- hah, you said I didn’t kiss you, right?” Toji rasps against the shell of your ear, his heated proximity making goosebumps run down your spine. And, honestly, at this point you can barely even remember the conversation that’d led up to him saying this. “Well, here I am now-”

“What you do…oh.”

His cock was hitting your cervix- smooching it. Hard, wettened kisses.

Over and over. Toji smashes you back against his pistoning hips, and with his other hand he’s sliding slithering a hand down to your pussy - spanking. “See? M’kissing her, too, now.” He’s tittering, so thoroughly proud of the way your mouth waters.

“That doesn’t cou-”

Smack!

“What was that—?”

The force of it is so pleasurable that your body automatically holds onto the headboard and tries to heave yourself upwards. Thrashing. To which Toji turns his beady eyes down at the futile escape route-

And immediately slams his hand down on the flat top of the headboard.

“Speak t’me, mama- what was, ngh, that?”

Splitting it straight down in two.

You gape stupidly at the way the bed frame easily cracks underneath his strength, and Toji’s taking the slight distraction as an opportunity to lean back onto his haunches. 

And he’s taking you right with him.

Toji’s sitting back on his heels, his buttocks resting on the balls of his feet. And you’re somewhat seated on his lap, still having him fuck upwards into you- with this position, he’s reaching his globular tip so deeply.

Even further than he ever had before, he wetly glissades his tip to pierce your womb. “Ngh- fuck.” Grunting in your ear, “You can’t tell me that doesn’t count, doll.” So he did know what you were about to say. 

Stirrin’ up your goopy insides, he feels like velvet inside. And you think he’s slowly molding your cunt to his exact size, every line of his vein, every inch. “See? One kiss.” Toji counts out, and immediately you’re feeling his cocktip swipe your cervix. Thudding. “Two kisses.” Another one. “Three kisses-”

Four. 

Five.

Six.

Seven- it’s on this one that his glistening wet tip manages to locate your g-spot. Since his shaft was more right-leaning, it was oh-so-easy for him to constantly glide down that one spot.

“E-eight-” You count out, by yourself.

And if you could see him right now, you’d have noticed the way that Toji’s predatory eyes widened with pleasant surprise. Oh, you were cockdrunk. He holds you down to him, “Oho? You can count it by yourself now, huh? Then- haaaah, how about- this?”

“Nine-” You blurt out, saliva sploshin’ down the entire front of your chin. “Ten- ngh, eleven.”

“That was actually twelve, but close enough.” He rolls his eyes - he couldn’t punish you too much for that, just a few sodden spanks at the forefront of your cunt. And that was it, really. He’d decided to go easy on you this time, really. Now for him to smoothly shovel his shaft into you, until you were idly reaching your second orgasm of the night.

Hah- as if.

After two slaps to your clit, the fighter edges himself close to your ear and mutters out. “If you can’t do that- could you at least, mm, fuck back into me.”

You whine, “Do I have to? But you do it so good…”

“Spoiled brat.” Yet another swat down on your slit, he caresses your clit as if making up for it. And before long, you’re feeling the spearheading tempo of his cock slow down. “C’mon now- up! There we go- get to work, doll.”

“Mmpf- you’re gonna pay for this.” You growl, doing your very best to try and get your legs to work. They’d been taking it for so long, limp at the pressure, that your hamstrings were positively screaming now. “Shit- but I wanna go faster, oh.”

Toji rolls his eyes with a scoff, “So go faster, girl. What’s the hold up?”

“It just feels so- so- oh.” It just felt so good is what you wanted to say - but you don’t sputter out the words right at that moment (you didn’t want to feed his ego too much). 

“So so oh?” He mocks, “Didn’t I say this pretty pussy of yours was- oh, chattier? Think she might just be more articulate, too- heh.”

“Sh-shut up.”

And as if to prove a point, your sloppy drags only made your cunt echo out even louder. The skin on your ass cheeks burned after each slam against his hips, and Toji was just so ripped that every rut left the indentations of his v-line stinging.

“Ngh- fuck.” You arch your back and attempt to slide down his thick cock easier, rubbin’ that part of your g-spot against where his veins were most prominent. 

You hated to admit it, but your limbs were growing all weary. And Toji lets out a huff of breathy laughter as he noticed the way your cadence seemed to be slowing down, “Mmm, feelin’ tired, are we? You’re not tapping out any time soon, m’kay?”

“But- but I’m so-” You whine, your fingers fisting in the silk bedsheets. They seemed to be the expensive type, yet ruined with a damp layer of sweat n’ slick. Soon enough, you’re dropping to the bed with a weary mewl. “-shit, I don’t know if I can go any longer-” 

You don’t even get to finish your sentence.

You don’t even get to finish the lone, sloppy thrust that you were stumblin’ across

Not before Toji’s then taking over. He gets up off his haunches, pushing you rudely onto all fours again. 

And this time? He wasn’t holding back.

“Allll that talk- cheh.” Toji’s spitting down at your pussy, lubricating it once again despite you not even needing it. Before long, you’re being pounded by his long, heavy cock- feeling every single inch in your throat. “But your Toji just has to finish this pretty pussy off, hm?”

“Yes- yes-” You don’t even feel slightly embarrassed in admitting, “Jus’ wanna cum, Toji- ngh, I’m so close.”

“Oh, mama, I know.” Two rugged pads of his fingers come down to slap your clit, smoothing it over with a few gentle rolls. But you’re so far gone at this point that even that makes you see stars- “And you’re gonna cum allll over my- hah, cock, alright? All over.”

Nodding pathetically, you were just drippin’ in spit and sweat. Body shaking with the pangs of pleasure already- “All over b-but you then you have to cum right in here, okay?”

His breath catches, “Wh-where?” Toji stutters.

Blissfully ignorant, you point down the front of your stomach. Drawing a line right where you could feel his rotund tip bottoming out after every thrust, “I don’t think m’gonna last that long.”

“Oh.”

There was something broken in his voice as he registers what you were just telling him with your actions - that you wanted him to finish inside. To pump you so full of cum that it’ll drip out of you. To make sure you feel him from the outside and the inside.

He’s fucking you so hard that the skin ‘round his pelvis had begun to rub raw, slightly overstimulating his tip against the softness of your cunt. Toji pushes down on your body, pinning you down with his weight.

Manhandling you.

So much manhandling.

In this mean doggy position, he leans down and pinches your clit. “Oh, doll, you can’t even imagine what m’gonna do to ya-” Ruined. Shattered baritone. “-don’t even know how far m’gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re gonna be- ngh, overspilling.”

“Yes yes yes- I want it.” And now you’re gyrating your hips back into his- hah, he could almost tease you for it. So you had the desperation now? “Please- give it t’me-”

“Nuh uh, you have to cum first.”

“But- ngh.” A pinch at your clit, a puckering kiss. And Toji hits your g-spot so hard that you swear you see the pearly gates of heaven: you’re cumming.

Wave after wave of your white-hot high.

The pleasure thrums in your veins, and you’re crying out as Toji hits every precious spot with his globular tip. Pinpointed precisely. Your knees weaken- you were mistaken earlier, this was the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

He’s not too far behind.

With a grunt, Toji cums. And after every riveting peak of your high, he’s pourin’ out in sticky wads of cum. It’s like an ivory sap that takes over every inch of your insides, hot and wet.

You squeal as you feel the gluey layer of it stuff you to the brim, ultimately ending up formulating a ring of white around the girth of his hilt. “Cumming-” You blabber tearily, your brain foggy with the feeling of him cumming inside you. Turning around to face him, “I’m c-cumming, Toji.”

“Mmm, you are. So pretty takin’ my- ngh, cum.” Toji’s rough lips kiss down the line of your spine, and his fingers dip from your clit to tease your creamy slit. “I love this view.”

The more he’s swiping away the droplets of cum that pour out of your pussy, the more that keeps sprinkling out - and he honestly doesn’t know whether that’s his fault or yours.

Letting the treacly glaze drip down to his wrist, Toji brings his sticky hand up to your mouth. “Spread those lips f’me, doll- yeahhh, like that.” He murmurs, thickly. And you whimper as he sticks his adhesive-like fingertips into your mouth, making you suck on the salty sap. 

Cleaning it off.

It feels like years - almost like eons - until Toji’s finally finished riding out his high, just as strong as yours. He hunches over as he cums-

“Oh, we’re not done y-yet, doll.” Too soon, you’re being dragged back into his hulking body. And since he was finally done with webbing up your insides, now came the fun part where he was fucking it in. Each n’ every gooey wad seeped into your innards. Those earlier specks that’d leaked out from before? Well he’s using his fingers to push those in, too. “You didn’t think that a world-class fighter had a stamina that low, did ya?”

Gasping, you don’t think you can trust your very eardrums right now. “So you mean to say…”

“Mhm.” Toji’s fucking you into utter stupidity- easily flipping you over, you’re being folded into the sloppiest mating press in existence. He mutters to you as he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending you down. “Y’know…MMA championships have five rounds.”

“Oh- and?”

Toji just grins, drilling out a heavy thrust. “One down, four to go, mama.”

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“Wow! That was a mean right hook, I definitely wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that strength.” You bite back a grin at the commentator’s voice—oh, how you knew. “Toji Fushiguro sends Naoya Zenin flying–”

You can’t bring yourself to wince as the two-tone-haired man lands on the other side of the octagon with a shuddering thud.

Too excited from your seat in the cageside area - the closest you could be to the fighters - as part of the team. It was your first time officially accompanying Toji to one of his big fights, as his physical therapist.

And his lover.

Though, that part was a secret (more or less, you swear you’d seen most of the gym giving you knowing looks whenever you clocked into work walking a little funny, or whenever Toji had sauntered into the locker room; hickies, nail marks, and all). But for now you settled into your role as the alert physical therapist, watching out for any points in which Toji showed signs of discomfort or soreness.

“Can you hear the crowd- they’re in uproar!”

“Well, it’s no wonder. Toji Fushiguro’s comeback has been long-awaited- ouch, that’s a nice uppercut from Toji.” Another voice bellows.

And the others hum in agreement. “And after his unfortunate streak last year, the champion found his footing once more. With a winning streak that’s one of the longest recorded in recent years, the man is unstoppable!”

“I guess the million dollar question of the night is - can he win the finals tonight?”

Though your efforts were likely for naught, because your boyfriend was at the top of his game.

Without letting Naoya even get up (some rookie hotshot, according to Toji, who had to be put in his place), the older man is pummeling him with a right hook, left hook, right hook, left hook. Until that cocky face of his looked mangled.

And the referee is rushing to his side- about to crouch on the floor for the countdown. The commentators have their announcement of his win on the tip of their tongue. The crows is already reaching a fever point-

It’s in that moment that Toji looks at you.

Towering, the lone fighter standing in the middle of the cage, he stares.

He smiles.

He points.

“Aaaaand the countdown is over—Naoya Zenin down! Toji Fushiguro has won the title of world light heavyweight champion once more! It’s a historical win for Toji!”

You’re all on your feet. The team claps each other on the back, the commentators are shaking hands. Shiu catches the way that Toji immediately heads for you - barely waiting till the heavy golden belt was draped across his body, barely letting the referee raise his hand in the air. Victory.

And he chuckles, “I already knew.” Taking a celebratory drag of his cigarette, “Guess I’m winning the bet.”

Your eyes bulge, “You guys bet on us?”

“Ever since the first day you walked in, sugar.” He chuffs, and lightly nudges your shoulder with his. “No go to him- before he tears down the cage, that is.”

Shiu was right to be worried. By the time you’re reaching the edge of the octagon, Toji has already jumped down from it- and you’re barely registering his brilliant grin before you’re in his arms. His face crushed into the nook of your neck. Arms looped around your waist.

In the distance, it seems, you can hear reporters and fans alike scream questions about you and your relationship. Something you’re sure will end up on every headline and front page of those sports gossip magazines that you now read. Hell, you can even hear the members of your team catcall and howl from the sidelines. 

But right now, it’s as if Toji’s voice is the only sound in your ears. “We won.”

You smile, “You won.”

He shakes his head, “Come off it, silly girl. We won.” And even in front of everyone else, even in front of the cameras, he nods down at the very obvious bite marks on your neck. The way your knees were slightly weak. Your core was slightly sore. Evidence of last night. “And m’gonna win a whole lot more tonight-”

“Five rounds just like this championship, then?” You tease, squirming in his strong arms. And he only pulls you even tighter to him-

“Actually, I hear the IMMAF is trying to make it six rounds…”

A/N. Listen I don’t condone J*o J*ekyung but Toji?? Gimme.

“D-don’t get the wrong idea, ya lecher-” You’re squawking at his reply- or perhaps at the way his sage, half-lidded eyes seemed to be boring right through you. And your shrill is loud enough that it attracts the attention of a few bar-goers around you- the rambunctious singing faltering, peaking over in nosy curiosity at the fact that the sheriff’s daughter was spotted going down to the saloon. And right up to the talk of the town, Toji Fushiguro, no less. 

You could already imagine the gossip that was starting to simmer. And do your very best to push down the incredulity in your tone, clearing your throat. “M-my apologies for the outburst. What I mean is, I need someone to sit with me through dinner with the folks. And I was wondering…”

“I don’t reckon you’re hurting for any suitors, doll.” Toji cocks his head, pushing aside his local whiskey to lean in close. Real close. “What’s your game?”

To which you twist your fingers into the expensive fabrics of your full-length gown. “I need…” Dipping your volume so that the old drunkards inching in couldn’t hear. And Toji dutifully helps you- by craning his head just so that his airish breath hits your face. A few gasps sound. “I need someone to give my parents a proper fright tonight- show them they don’t have to be so protective all the time.”

He lets the words sink in.

He blinks.

He looks at you.

Before Toji bursts into a hoarse, boyish gust of laughter that seemed to take you both by surprise. Head tipping backwards until you could catch the bob of his prominent Adam’s apple, “Cheers ta that, pretty lady.” He takes a deep swig of his whiskey, finishing it off. “And you’re sayin’ I’m just the feller to scare off the sheriff, eh?”

You narrow your eyes, how you’d give anything to have your parents ease up just a mite. To loosen their leash on you just so that you might be able to live like the other unwed residents of the town your age. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if one of his law enforcement spies was here looking out for you already. And so it was the perfect plan- to scare them, just a bit. “Well now, you got any manners?”

“Ain’t said ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ since I first learned ‘em.” He grins.

“Got a respectable job?”

“I go where that damn broom-tail horse takes me.”

“You know how to handle a lady properly?”

“Oh, I can handle ‘em alright.” You swear the music of the bar lowers just to hear this conversation. And as you gape, his scar-decorated lips curl up sinfully. Yeah, you really did understand why both married and unmarried women were frenzied at the mere sight of him.

Because Toji was devilishly handsome. 

Shaggy black hair. Sharp features. It was a face that should grace the silver screen. Sprawled over the dingy counter, he was towering more than the town’s most accomplished cowboys. Each side of his tightly-fitted leather vest full, you could practically count the rippling muscles through his pushed up long-sleeve shirt. And you had to will yourself not to flick your gaze down at his sturdy denim trousers when he manspreads, hips slightly bucking. 

One dark brow of his raises, “But that’ll cost ya. And don’t think it’ll be cheap- n’ no kissing, m’not part of a hookhouse-”

“I’m good without those services, good sir-”

“Ya sure?”

“But if you reckon the price’ll be too steep…” With an over-dramatic swoon, you shake your head as you turn - as if the price really was too significant. And he watches you go, smile growing until you tilt your head towards him and bring up a hand to flash a pretty note from the town bank.

A letter of credit from your father’s considerable depositing account, so much gold as earned as the sheriff that he couldn’t possibly spend it all. It could be considered a check, and just as expected- Toji’s eyes bulge at the sheer amount written on it. 

“Now- now hold on there, pretty lady.” Before you know it, there’s suddenly a firm rope thrown over your waist. And tugged. You’re realizing with a gasp that Toji had lassoed you to him, to boisterous, drunken cheers from around the saloon.

He doesn’t rest until he’s pulled you right back to him, your front to his muscular one. Chin tilted down to look at you, “I love the way ya think, doll.”

“Deal?”

“Deal.”

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The clock ticked.

The cicadas outside howled.

And your father hasn’t taken a bite of dinner since you entered through those very doors - with Toji Fushiguro in tow. His face darkened as he recognized the hooligan from town, his fingers trembling when Toji had his arm around the back of your chair permanently.

Your mother sighs for the nth time tonight, dabbing the edges of her mouth with the dainty serviette. “So…the weather-”

“Why, I can’t think of better skies for horse-back riding, burning the breeze, and-” Toji cuts in, seated next to you, right opposite your parents. He nudges you with his bulky shoulder, purposefully lingering the contact. “-late-night rendezvous.”

Your father’s plate cracks- and you look over to see that he’d cut right through the ceramic with his knife. 

“Ah, you’ve got a bit o’ something there-” You hear Toji croon, before you can get out a word. And then he’s leaning even closer - if that was even possible - to smear away a smudge of mashed potato that’d splattered over from your father’s untouched plate. 

With the back of his roughened thumb, he’s just barely grazing your lips. Reeling it back up to his mouth and licking it off of his fingerpad with his eyes locked on yours- fuck, you feel thrills go down your spine.

He turns back to your mother as if nothing had ever happened, “The potato’s mighty fine, ma’am.”

“Wh-why thank you-” And your mother can’t help but fan herself ever-so-slightly- you fault her. You felt like doing the same.

Though, your father clearly felt anything but. And he cuts into some of the vegetables on his dish with much more vicious pleasure than needed. “So, Fushiguro-”

“Toji.”

“Toji, and what do you do fer a living?”

“Travel. Whatever suits.” Toji has the audacity to wink at you, and you have to stifle a laugh. “Got a few more in mind, but ‘twouldn’t be proper talk at the table, you know what I mean?”

“How long do you plan on stayin’?”

You sigh, “Father, he’s fine. Honest.”

Toji counters, “However long my gal wants me ta stay.”

“And how do you plan to take care of my daughter-”

“Oh, I can take care of ‘er alright-”

“You little-”

“Father.” You warn, “Be polite, he’s a guest.”

Reluctantly, he’s settling back down- and your mother stretches her mouth into a plastic smile. “Mr. Toji, so you ah- you certainly have all the townsfolk chattin’, I hear.”

“Oh I hear, alright.” Your father cuts in before Toji can say anything, “Word travels fast ‘round these parts boy. And as sheriff s’my duty to know who’s walking in an’ out of this town- and I heard you’re nothin’ but trouble. Some folks tell me yer an outlaw.” It felt more like an interrogation than anything, the yolky lamp light above the table flickers slightly. “Is that true?”

The raven-haired man stares him down - he certainly looked the part. Rough. Rugged. Handsome in that roguish way that made most respectable elders of the town concerned. “Depends on who’s askin’.”

Your father shoots up from the dinner table, and so do you- ready to hold him back from a scuffle if needed. He might be the sheriff, but Toji was younger, bigger and stronger, and you wanted him to shed his overprotectiveness, but that didn’t mean you wanted broken bones. “Father- don’t you lay a hand on him-”

“He’s a scoundrel.” He’s spitting, fingers jabbing. “I heard the talk o’ town. He’s a lazy, good-for-nothing-”

“Oi, I’m good at one thing- ain’t that right, pretty lady?” 

You think your father nearly pops a blood vessel. At least two once you’re pitching out, lower lip jutting out in a pout- “But father, I love him-”

“Love ya, too, doll.” Toji looks right at the other man, broad back rested against the chair still, without a care in the world. “We’re fixin’ for a wedding come spring- or we might just skip town and tie the knot, who’s to say?”

You take a peak at the revered town sheriff, sensible, never letting go of his guard on you - and he looks as if he might just buckle to his knees. Hands coming up almost as if it were for prayer, and your mother quickly holds onto his side, helping him slouch back down into his seat. 

He whispers to himself, gawking- “A wedding- a wedding- grandkids?”

She gently looks up at you, plastering a smile onto her face. “Perhaps you ought to go to your room now, until your father cools off.”

Nodding, you then turn to head towards the stairway to your bedroom- and so does Toji.

“And where’d you reckon you’re goin’?”

“To my gal’s quarters.” He answers your father, breezily following behind you. Almost stomping up the lacquered wooden floor as if to emphasize his ascent.

And he grumbles, “I can fight, boy.”

Toji peaks his head in just before he’s disappearing up to the second floor, verdant eyes crinkling at the very end. “And I can kill, sir.” It doesn’t sound entirely like a joke. And you don’t care to ask.

As you both head to your bedroom, you could hear your father starting to rant already—something about Toji’s ‘good-for-nothing manner’, the rumors, and the worries that you were rebelling. Ah, so they were on that topic already, this plan really was going better than you’d thought.

Toji snickers as you swing open the door to your room; taking in the single bed, the plush stuffies you still loved, and that framed picture of your family by your bedside table. It was customary to remain with your parents despite being of age, the only problem was that your room didn’t seem to have changed almost a single bit. He puffs out, “Cute.”

“Shut up.” Closing the door behind you, it hits you immediately that this was the first time ever that the two of you have been truly alone. Despite what facade you’d shown your parents—ever since the saloon, greeting him at the doorway, the dinner. Your small room feels even smaller with him inside. 

And particularly when Toji sweeps his prickling gaze down your body, all dolled-up tonight in your best silk skirts and petticoats. Almost naturally, almost like he doesn’t even realize- he steps in. 

“Keen on knowing how to really rile up yer Pa?” He asks of you, something smoky seeping into his deep baritone. And Toji’s voice was already attractive without him inadvertently sounding ruined. Sounding gone. Parched. “How to really, reeeeeally rile him up, doll?”

You gulp before you ask, “H-how?”

His eyes flick to your bed. Toji only grins.

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“Mmm, like- like this—” Press after press. Kiss after kiss–every time Toji’s pecking your swollen cunt, it releases the loudest squelches. 

And you’re whimpering, he’d dragged down your panties easily, slipping his handsome head immediately under. Toji then puckers his lips to let his scar trace your teary slope, and it departs a clammy wad of slick that glues to his throat n’ leaves his tone all husky. “Never said no ta kissing these lips- shoot, who could pass that up?”

Words shaking, voice warbling against your pussy.

He feels you gettin’ lewdly wetter at the vibrations and smacks the side of your thigh. Letting all that cute wetness weep out of your hole and leave his chin polished. “Heh, fuck- who woulda thought you were hiding the sweeetest pretty pussy underneath all those skirts, pretty lady?”

“D-don’t spank me…” You’re babbling out, more so because your flustered brain couldn’t think of anything else to say. More so because you wanted to speak- and oh, you didn’t think he wouldn’t realize, did you?

Because you swear you feel the line of his sleazy smirk grow—plastered against the puffy front of your core. “Oh, sooooooorry.” He’s dragging out, the honed tips of his fingers tracing up your legs.

They were all cute n’ trembling now; even more so when Toji reaches for the outer part of your pussy and swats you there. Making you whine- “Fuh-fuck.” Just when he soothes his ridged tongue over where he struck, where it was stinging. 

“Jus’ got a lil’ excited, ya see?” He’s crooning out from your under half, scorched breaths wafting over like a fan. And it’s just making your spine thrill, your hips bucking into the touch- “I’ve been hankerin’ for something sweet after dinner- ah, no offense, ma’am.”

“Wh-what…” Mouth dropping stupidly, you’re helpless as one of his long, beefy arms reach over for the family photograph on your bedside table. 

Slowly, he’s putting it face-down before nosing down your wettened slit once more. Before puckering his mean lips and spitting—thwack! It splatters across your folds like a spray, and drip-drip-driiiiips down, “What? Jealous? Want me to spit in those pretty lips, too?”

You’d forgotten to close your mouth after that last time- “Y-yes.” You pant.

And his eyes slightly widen. His jaw unhinges, and before you know it, he lurches his sculptured body from where he was kneeled by the edge of the bed. “Here-” A glittering glob of spittle lands between your mouth, splattering just to the side- even though Toji Fushiguro had perfect aim, he just needed to see you all slicked and messy for him.

“Always the good girls.”

He barely even bothers to wipe it all up before shuffling back down - finally, finally for what he’s been hungering for for so long. For ages. 

Toji’s rude left set of fingers slap back down on your pussy, and it makes your legs smear apart just enough for him to shove his face nose-deep and kiss. The hottest, most open-mouthed kiss.

Immediately, his lengthy tongue is probin’ out and sticking between your flooded folds. He’s leading his tastebuds right to your orifice and swirlin’ it all around. Tasting you. Lavishing you. Like a man thirsting for water for eons, he doesn’t let even the slightest slick-filled ounce of juice escape. “Fuck- fuck. You’re so darn sweet.”

“T-Tooooji—” Your syrupy pussy was stuck to his lips, sucking just on your swollen pussy. His lips move to capture your throbbing clit and you swear you’re seeing stars—never having felt anything like this before. “F-fuck! It feels so good, ngh.”

“Yeeeah, does it?” Those noises you were making were just so loud, echoing across your walls- and he almost worries. Almost. “Then how’s this- hah, suit ya?”

Before you can formulate a second thought, his spongy tongue is then sinking inside of your cunt. Just past the tight rim of your hole, he’s thrusting his tongue in n’ out like he’s attempting to swab into every geysering crevice.

Like he’s plastering his textured tastebuds to the softest parts of your walls and feeling you mold around him - in and out in and out.

The sheer primal stretch makes your head throw back- enough so that you don’t even realize when he creeps his right hand up to latch onto your thighs. Teasingly edging the round tips of his digits to your entrance, “Hold ‘er wiiiide open f’me, doll- yeah- yeah, like that.”

“L-like this?” You’re questioning, spreading your legs apart until you feel like such a slut. But you can’t help but heed his every word, and your pussy throbs ravenously at the scrape of his thick fingers.

They were just so big. And even from this distance they looked so long n’ perfectly calloused enough so that it’d drive you wild, from all those long days out riding. Toji’s palm plants another wet slap on your cunt and he groans, “Have you- fuck- so wet.” Glazing his fingers - all the way down to his wrists - with all your sweetened sap. “How far have those cute fingers reached, pretty lady?”

“My fingers…” Your heart thumps in your chest- and between your legs as you think of all those lonely nights. And you admit, “Not that far.”

“Fuck.” Just the mere sultry confession makes Toji dry hump his hips against the springy mattress, and it sings out just as you do. 

An animal act - like he didn’t even mean to do it. Like he couldn’t even control himself when he’s shutting your mouth up with another thorough push of his maw. Unfastening until the pointed edge of his chin strikes the base of your pussy, Toji swerves apart your folds until he could see that glistening hole of yours properly.

“Fuck that-” Yet again slapping the tip-top button of your clit till you’re keening. “Ya deserved that.” He lodges his firm middle finger against your entrance and snickers. “Now, reckon I oughta show ya how it’s done, proper-like.”

“Proper-like?” You gasp, feeling the stinging stretch of his middle n’ ring finger slithering inside. “Two of ‘em?”

“Mhmmm. Doll, you’ll need four before you can think of fitting me.” They felt so large n’ slimy with all your clumps of slick, pushing and pushing because you were just clenching. And the worst - more like the carnally best - part of it all was the way that Toji had moved over one of his thick, silver rings so that it was on his middle finger.

Scrapin’ around into your gummy walls, he’s hitting a few tender orifices and making you moan. Pumping in solid, bashing strikes that fill out every mass of space inside. “Gooood, huh?”

You claw onto the dampening bedsheets, the headboard, his scalp- “Yes- yes, Toooji—”

“Yeah, that’s right. Let yer Toji teach you how to finger this- hck! pretty pussy.” And just as you think he can’t make your heady mind spin any faster, he’s gluin’ another finger to the rim of your cunt.

You feel it- the circumference of his index perfectly spreading apart your bloated lips. He’s slipping it in-between his sloppy drags, just barely hooking inside and thrusting n’ thrusting. You’re completely stupid on his prolonged fingers, feeling them reach up into spots you didn’t even know existed.

And considering Toji’s size, you can’t help but arch your hips up as he keeps on tryin’ to fit in. Again and again. Lifting your spine off of the blankets like you were unsure whether you wanted to run away or—

“Ah ah, hold your horses, heh.” Only for him to stop your pursuit with his free hand gripping onto your hips. With one flex of his arms, he’s pulling you straight back down- mazing his rovering fingertips completely inside. 

Toji looks down at the way your pussylips were kissing his knuckles, leaving behind a slime trail of your juices. And he sounds admiring, almost…loving. “Didn’t think I’d skimp out on such a preeeetty pussy now, did you?” Again, spitting on your cunt since he couldn’t smack it right now. “Mm-mm, this lady ‘ere deserves some loooove. And I’m gonna give it to her.”

And he does.

Oh, he does.

He doesn’t stop for even a second before twisting his flexible fingers inside you and ravaging your channel raw. Smack after smack of his mountainous knuckles slamming your core, Toji pokes his ringed fingers into the roof of your cunt and you whimper.

Tearily, “Oh, please- I don’t think I’d be able to- ngh, do it like this.” Because he was just so rough.

Just salivating over where your clit was perked up, Toji’s feral canines come n’ bite down playfully on your nub. “Pay attention now.” Smack! Yet another swat that sends specks of slick splattering across his face, his tongue was working overtime to probe into wherever you were leaking. “Because m’not gonna be nice, doll.”

And then, before you know it, Toji has his mouth wrapped over your clit—suctioning. High cheekbones hollowed out. His dexterous tongue coming out to roll over n’ over. “S’like thiiiiis and- like- hah—” The flared edges of his joint were pushin’ apart your walls with slurps, harder. “-and thiiiiis.”

Probin’ push after push, sticking into the sweetest spots of your pussy. Stretching you out- and his body moves before his mind for each rut after rut.

Just eating you out all sloppily like this was driving him insane.

He was pounding his throbbing erection into the pool of sheets below him as if it was you- as if he was wishing it was you. Hoarsely puffing out- “And then…”

Toji didn’t even have to finish his sentence before he curls his massive fingers just so to press into your g-spot. Precisely. Accurately. And oh-so-hardly.

You see stars behind your lids at the sensation running through you once he does. Arching upwards with a cry- “There- oh, there- please!”

“Oh, hellllll yeah, pretty lady.” He’s spitting between his clenched teeth- fuck, he needs to up the anté. If it could get you to act so needy like this- “You like that, huh? Feels good?”

“Yes- yes, I do, ngh, more.” You’re babbling out, your mouth starting to spray out a fountain of sploshing saliva onto the pillow underneath you. But you couldn’t help it. Every serious swerve of his digits, they were glissading across your walls and puncturing your g-spot juuuust right. 

Once. Twice. Thrice. You get the distinct feeling that if his fingers could scour towards your cervix then he would. 

Scarred lips unhinging further open- he’s primally flickering his tongue everywhere and anywhere he could reach. Scraping from your clit n’ all the way down to circle your hole, Toji grins when he feels the way your slick-filled cunt flutters around his fingers.

“More?” He then smacks your pussy once more, getting you to arch into him once again. Taking on an airish tone, “More- then why don’tcha ride my fingers, huh?”

Babbling away, “R-ride?” Then he’s creeping his left hand from your waist to underneath your ass. Making sure to take a good grope before actually manhandling your hips down n’ down, like tiny grinds that have you riding his face in this position. “Oh my god- oh, heavens- you sure you’re not from a ngh- hookshop-”

“Shut up and ride my face- my fingers- nghhh—” His loooong tongue flops out and elongates, trying to reach for any inch of your treacly pussy. Slotting between your pussylips and teasin’ your clit, “Yeah- yeah yeah yeah, tha’s it- sweetest fuckin’ thing.”

You’re sure your g-spot was swollen up by now, clinging onto his fingers with your sweet cloying walls. The break creaks as you gyrate upwards, “Toji, it feel s-so…”

There was a sparking in your lower belly, white-hot pleasure shooting straight up from your cunt. And you were just so sensitive each time his mouth was creeping across your clit. “Oho? Describe it.”

“Toji—” You whine, knowing just how much he was enjoying teasing you endlessly. And as he snickers with numerous slams of his maw, you somehow manage. “Feels like- ngh! something’s building up, like s’gonna- snap- fuck.”

“And how does this feel?”

“Oh—” His tongue decides to rover all over your clit again, making your legs shake at the pleasure. Slurp after slurp. He’s tuggin’ greedily on your nub like it’s gum, like he was starved for it and couldn’t even move his head backwards. “Like- like m’getting close.”

Couldn’t last a single second without his jaw unlocked to further suck you in. “Fuck-” His lips glue together with your slick, and he’s smacking them apart. Cock throbbing. Hips aching for friction. “What a sweeeeeet fuckin’ pussy, listening t’me. And a sweeter gal.”

Faster. 

Just in time, Toji’s fingerpads push into your g-spot when he’s nibbling on your clit. And he moans hoarsely at the feeling of you leaking in arousal. Harder. Pump after pump, he’s stretchin’ out tiny crannies of your innards that leave you reeling. “Fuck-” He rasps, “I’d die to have ya cum on my tongue, pretty lady.” Gulping at your cunt. Rawly. “I’d- fuck, die.”

Almost like an animal, he’s moving at a more accelerated pace. Sticking his elongated tongue into every splotchy area around your pussy, trying for all his life to wriggle his way inside—

“Oh- oh my god-” Your aged bed frame is damn near screaming, and so are you. With your eardrums ringing, you turn your head in the direction of the door. Locked shut. 

And Toji notices in a split-second- he’s slapping his fingers down your damp pussy to steal back all your attention. Bucking. “Worried about those ol’ folks, are ya? Don’t worry, doll, Toji’s got you.” 

Spitting down your slit to make it easier for his tongue to glide into every spot, hitting your poor fragile spot so hard that you think he might just be leaving a permanent bruise. This was nothing like when you’d claw your fingers inside, Toji was accurate and rapid with his bashes- and he didn’t care if he was too noisy. If your pussy was like a damn waterfall right now.

With a lecherous sluuuuurp, he’s pulling out all three of his fingers until the knobbly end bits were just as your entrance. Stretchin’ out your tight hole, “Your Toji’s aaaalways got you, pretty lady.” Hissing through clenched teeth, he could barely even breathe at this point.

And you have half the mind to wonder whether Toji’s sharp jaw isn’t aching, plastered across your thighs. Whether his wrist doesn’t ache—but all n’ any thoughts are properly fucked out of your mind when he ends off with a final, tunneling smash of three fingers onto your g-spot. “ So cum, doll.”

You can’t stop yourself from taking his probin’ touches with your hands running through his clammy bangs, head thrown back as you topple over the edge. 

Toji feels you clamping and clamping down wildly around him and pounds your pussy through each peak of your high. “P-please- ngh, don’t stop.” You wail out in whimpers, one of your hands detaching and going to your mouth in an attempt to keep yourself quiet.

And it might have been effective - if it wasn’t for the fact that he was then holding onto your shaky hands and bringing them down to him. 

Pinning them down so that his burning ears could be graced with all your sing-song whines. It didn’t matter if you were loud. All that mattered was the fact that he was timing his pumping fingers precisely to the peaks of your orgasm. High after high, squelch after squelch of his rovering mouth.

His two scarred lips pinch your clit between his maw and suck, just to make your toes curl cutely even further. Thrashing at the feeling- “Ngh- ngh, yeah, fuck, m’so sensitive.”

“Awww, so sensitive.” Toji mocks- but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop. That doesn’t even mean he’s going to slow down. In fact, he’s unfastening his jaw to further flick his tongue over your cunt, even as your wave of euphoria crashes-

Nothing more than a few tingles now that make your hips bucks. “Mhmmm—f-fuck, you’re still-”

“Told ya I’ve been hankerin’ for something sweet- m’not done just yet, doll.” Pinning you down with both of his strong elbows settling down on your thighs. Plopping you open and rendering you practically immobile.

Desperately, you’re attempting to cling onto his silky black hair and push him upwards- for breath, if anything. “You- oh, fuck.” 

But Toji doesn’t move a single inch. He doesn’t stop until you’re left all stupid and absent of your slicked mess, he polishes you alllllll clean with his tongue before removing himself from your quivering pussylips with a wettened plop!

And it’s everywhere.

Oh, he’d made a mess of himself just as much as he’d made a mess of you. From the daps of your juices down his throat, to the way it had formed a sheen all the way up to his cheekbones. He was drenched, dangling off of him like a syrupy adhesive. Like a medal. 

Toji pushes himself up onto his knees, spread wide on top of your slick-glazed comforter. 

“Such a naughty pussy.” He drawls, wiping clean the layers sploshed onto his face with his thumb. Looking you straight in the eye, he then sucks it off his fingerpad. “Curious how she’d handle my cock…”

Just then, the rest of all your silky layers and skirts are being thrown off, hitting your humble wooden floor with a few dull thumps. 

Toji wastes no time letting his heavy coats hit the ground, too - he’d never admit it, but he’d worn his very best for tonight’s dinner. Scaring your sheriff father off or not. And before long, you’re staring at his toned upper physique.

It was clear that so many years out riding n’ travelling had naturally chiselled his front. All plush, bulging pecs and biceps that made you want to take a lecherous bite out of them. Toji’s abs flex when he tears off his cotton shirts, and you gulp.

You weren’t ready for him to take off his denim and boxers. 

Especially not once he tucks a thumb into the elastic band of his underwear and pushes down- finding that his thin boxers were stuck to his strong thighs with a sheen of nothing but cum. Heated and formulating a darkened splotch on the fabric.

You gape, “Did you…”

He’d cum just from eating you out. 

“Well, I’ll be—” Toji himself seems shocked. Pulling down his underwear to find it soaked through with wiry ribbons of cum, dribbling down each leg. As he’s taking it off, he’s snarling amusedly up at you. “And who’d fault me for it?”

“Certainly not I-”

“Certainly you.” Oh, you don’t know where to look now. “And that sweet lil’ pussy o’ yours.”

A slight line of curly black hair runs down the middle of Toji’s washboard abs, somewhat unruly where it hits the base of his cock. And oh- oh, he was just so big. Even in all the stories you’d heard, they never ever seemed to match the sheer size that Toji was boasting right about now.

Long. 

Hard. 

Ruby-red at the tip, gleaming with the remnant of his pre n’ cum- he gradiates into the prettiest shade of pink along his veiny shaft. Each vein puffing up until you could damn well count each throb, the direction of his upright cock swervin’ slightly leftwards in curve.

Your jaw drops as you take him in, and before you know it- your feet anchor onto the mattress. And you’re attempting to move away in primal intimidation-

“Hooooold on now-” One of his hands easily holds onto your throat, tugging you backwards with a pull of his toned biceps. He was so big n’ beefy, holding onto you like he didn’t even have to break a sweat to keep you from running. And he didn’t.

Toji ruthlessly slaps the bulbous edge of his shaft down your teary slope, drenching himself in the dripping wetness. “Where in tarnation do you think you’re goin’?”

“I-it’s-”

“Mhmm—?”

“How in blazes am I supposed to fit that?” You’re letting off a wailing whimper, your breath catching in the back of your throat as Toji simply pins you down to the bedsprings and ruts and ruts. Sandwiching his thick length between your swollen folds, he lets his flared slit just teasingly run across your clit.

Making your legs weakly open, making you moan.

And Toji snickers as he hears the lewd noise, the curved crown of his cock fitting at your orifice. “Seeee? Jus’ got to get this pretty pussy used to it- hah.” 

Then he’s easing in. 

And the first squeeze of your soft, velvety cunt has him gasping. His sage eyes fluttering, nearly bulging- and Toji damn near drools at the feeling of your pretty wet pussy being wrapped all around him. “See? See? Gotta get ‘er used to it and hngh, she’s gonna be suuuucking me up like- like…”

Fuck, he couldn’t even speak.

At this point, you didn’t even know who was more drunk on the smacking motions of your hips. His prominent v-line crushing your thighs, he was rutting.

He was half-thrusting, he was thumbing aside your puckered folds just to make that hole of yours gape wider. Toji was just so big that it was taking him aaaages to secure merely his mushroomy tip inside, “P-please-” You’re shifting your hips to and fro, and Toji moves along with you. You’re keeping him hostage with your weeping cunt. 

He can’t help it. He’s swabbing his thick cockhead inside and watching as your eyes roll all the way to the back of your skull. “Heh, she’s got me.”

“F-fuck, more like you’ve got, mm, me.” You’re prattling out through gusts of breath. Every time you inhale, he’s rearing his hips forwards. Carnally opening you up so wide that your snug hole struggles to even clench, “It’s so big, ngh—”

“Yeah? But yer suckin’ it up so well, doll.” Grunting, Toji’s tip angles just to the side n’ makes your dewy wet walls bulge with his size. 

With a hand placed on top of your stomach, he holds your hips still so he can accurately edge in. Push after push, he’s probin’ around with his orifice to find that one sweet spot all over again. “In fact…” The scarred edge of his mouth quirks up in a grin, and he leans in real close. “Why don’t we count it?”

You’re gulping, “C-count?”

Before all five of his roughened fingertips slap down on your cunt, smearin’ around the honeyed mess. “Wrong, tha’s about…” He tilts his head, looking through his bangs, “-two?”

Oh- inches. He was counting how many inches were being shuffled inside your pussy in great, mazing strokes. Toji wasn’t just pounding you with his solid length, he was holding you down so that you can take it. 

No matter how much pressure was being pressed down on your lower half, he’s clawing on. And you feel his swollen tip stick against a new unopened crevice inside of you, panting out- “Th-three!” 

“Theeere we have it, atta girl—” He drags his words out in a husky tone, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound so drunk. Not even when he was sipping the whiskey of your town’s saloon. Pump after pump that has the coiled bedsprings creaking, and Toji gasping. “Count it- count-”

“Four–fuck!” 

“Mhmmm—?”

You’re seeing stars being the depths of your eyelids, and your mouth dangles open cartoonishly at the grave strikes he was pounding your pussy with. Not even fully inside- but he still had your legs flailing around his muscular hips. “Th-that’s five?” Your entrance catches on one of his prying nerves- not only was Toji long, he was oh-so-veiny, too.

Just covered in bumpy lines that zig-zagged across your walls, he’s slimily making his way near the splotchy area of your g-spot and you whine. “Six- s-sev…what’s that for?”

“Oh, this?” In your cockdrunken haze, you’d barely even noticed that he’d managed to slip his hand up n’ up your tummy. Crawling it with the sloppy cadence of his length, his thickened thumb rests somewhere halfway up your body.

And he then presses dooooown - hard. It makes you bite back a yelp as he feels for exactly where his pointed cockhead was rovering. “Just a lil’ hah- target, pretty lady.”

“A target?” Your eyes widen.

“A target m’gonna hit—” Fuck—he was pinpointing right over the expanse of your womb, and after each thrust it had him burrowing even deeper. “Now keep countin’.”

Until tears were beading at the ends of your eyes, until your tongue was flopping out of your slobbery mouth. “But I- I don’t know if I can- ngh, take any more inches-”

“Fuck it-” It’s the last thing you hear before your positively seeing white- before you’re feeling such an intense stretch that sends shockwaves all throughout your body that you think you might just explode. You’re blinking your eyes open with a sob; coming to find that Toji had thrown your trembly legs over his shoulders as if they weighed nothing, he’d immediately beeeeeent his hulking body down until you were bowed in half. 

He’d pushed you into the meanest mating press possible- his forehead against yours, his mouth panting open. Toji bottoms out. “N-nine.”

Nine entire inches- and you could feel it, too. He was pushin’ aside your gooey walls with his girth, directly hitting the back of your cervix with his globular tip. Scrape-scrape-scraping the bottom just to mark his territory—

“N-nine?” You’re blabbering out, craning up your head just to make sure that it was true. And it really was. 

He had your pussylips kissin’ the curly black hairs at the bottom of his hilt, leaving a cute ring of glittering slick. Toji’s lengthy cock stuffed all the way to the base, all the way until he was striking your very womb. “Silly giiiirl, can’t even count ta, mmm, nine inches.”

You try to bawl out something answering to his musing observation - perhaps to snap back, perhaps to disagree.

But the only thing leaving your mouth is a few nonsensical whimpers once he starts up a harrowing pace, spearheading from the deepest depths of your cunt to the very end. A few slick ribbons of pre drip out of him, n’ he’s smearing the entire lot all over your pussylips- “S’alright, don’t trouble yer head about a thing, doll. Let your dear ol’ Toji hah! take care of it all.” And then over your gaping mouth. “You just sit right n’ t-take it, yeah?”

And now that he had you restrained like this, Toji can give your cunt a fat spank without you trying to run.

Letting slick dribble all down his wrist, he’s toyin’ your clit with one hand while the other tap-taps at the bullseye of your womb. “Let me do it- mmmm.” Hit after hit, he was just too thorough with his primal strokes. They were knocking into every hidden cranny and stretching out your walls until you felt dizzy. “Yeah- yeah yeah, let me do it allllll, pretty lady.”

“Please- Toji- I- oh.” You manage to string together - and it makes no sense. Your spine arches into his incredibly flexed core, feeling each chiselled ab and muscle underneath your touch. 

“Chehhh…” His mouth departs a sudden gasp, hot n’ heavy. He’s suddenly taking in the way your dilated pupils kept on crossing, just how out of control you seemed to be of your actions, your words. It’s hitting him that you’ve been completely dumbified, and the realization makes his rock-hard cock twitch. Flinching.

Spurting out wet wads of pre that latch onto every inch of your walls. Almost giggling- his tone hitches, he sounds almost delirious. “S-so stupid on my cock without even finding the g-spot yet.” Another spank on your cunt, though you feel the ends of his digits tremble. Shattered. “You really are a naughty girl- wanna h-help me, mmm, make her even stupider on my cock?”

“Who are you- oh.” Talking to your pussy. 

He’s got his greedy gaze permanently attached to your suctioning cunt, each swab of his length leaving it fluttering. “C’mon- c’mon c’mon c’mon-”

And then he isn’t just fucking you furiously- he’s stirring his plump, veined cock around. Letting the prolonged shaft bump into your every nook in slight circles, he’s gyrating just to make sure that he doesn’t leave a single spot unturned.

“C’moooooon, doll–” Toji sputters, a thin line of sweat falling down the side of his face. And oh, he’s so focused, it’s unintentionally sexy. The way he’s managing to map out every inch inside you- “Where- is- fuck. Was right here, ain’t that right?”

Then he presses his thumb down on the line of his mazing cock, pressurizing his length inside of you. “Y-yes!”

“Mhmm—” Every second means three precise swats inside of you, the cherry-red globe of his girth hungry to find your favorite area. “Then where- is- fuck!”

You clench. You clench Toji’s aching hot cock so hard that he’s throwing his head back with a groan, his entire muscular body pressing into yours. The weight of his lower half rests on your cunt, and he’s fucking smirking as he realizes just what that means. “Found it.”

You feel the slick-flooded divot at the very end of his cock run up n’ down your g-spot for a few seconds. Just feeling. Just teasing. 

Before he properly smashes that cute bundle of nerves in- “O-oh!” You’re babbling away, your hands start to dig into his back and claw at his clammy flesh. “Oh yeah, more- more-”

“Keep doing that- ohhhh, keep doing that.” Toji hisses through his pearly white canines- he’s moving so animalistically. Long, hard strokes from the weepy red end of his cock all the way to the bulky base. Almost as if he wasn’t even the one in control. Almost as if he was fucking you on pure feral instinct. “Feels t-tooooo fucking good- hah, reckon that feels good for you, too, huh?”

“Yes- yes—” And it did- enough so that you’re flattening your heels on the mattress and springing up to meet his sloppy staccato. 

“Yeah? Then let’s see if you can spell my name, pretty lady.”

Your eyes bulge at his sultry suggestion, looking at the sweat n’ slick-soaked sheets around you in confusion. “S-spell it- but how?”

“M’serious, hah.” Manhandling you. Toji then swiftly slides one of his mean palms underneath your papping hips, only needing to use one hand to push you slightly up n’ down.

Like this, he’s controlling the grinding motions of your body. Deltoids flexing as he does, veins popping all over his muscles. He manages to grope your ass, slightly swervin’ your cunt around so that your hips spell- “See- that’s a ‘T’- fuck, again, doll-”

“Oh my god- fuck-” You can only attempt to lean your strength back down on your lower half and attempt to follow his directions. Follow the way that he was moving you.

Toji’s sharp teeth peek out as he’s stirring your hips, and the angular movements just feel so good with his girthy cock being lodged inside you. The looooong circular pattern of spelling out an ‘O’ letting his bulbous tip bludgeon your cervix expertly. “Yeahhhh, that’s an ‘O’- ngh, yeah. Want a biiig ‘O’ f’me-”

“Then- then it’s…”

“Mhmmm—” He laughs in a husky way, the straight line of his nosebridge crinkling ever-so-slightly at the way you’re struggling to put together the spelling of his name with your fuzzy brain. 

Sweat starts beading down his arms at the exertion, and by now you’re starting to see that the muscles on Toji’s pelvis were starting to burn bright red at the impacts. The constant beating. He strains to thoroughly push his drivelling divot up against your g-spot, and moves your hips ‘round. “That’s a ‘J-’ and an ‘I’...”

That last one ended up being just the most plump, puckered push of his entire length - all the way from tip to hilt. 

But of course that’s the one he’s dragging out the most. Mockingly furrowing his dark brows, and looking down at you with a tut. “Now now, pretty lady- reckon we can do better than, mmm, that.”

“I-I’m trying for- fuck!” Your chin stomps your chest, and you’re being bent in half. Doing your very, very best to keep up with Toji’s ruthless pace. 

He’s making fun of you for being unable to properly follow his directions- to properly drag out that ‘I’ when you don’t think you can even breathe. You can’t even talk.

You can’t do anything but melt like putty in his hands, whining when his rough right thumb slides down your slope. He squeezes between your folds and presses down on that cute lil’ clit like a button, “C’mon- do one better fer me, doll. I know you can.”

“B-but-”

And even harder.

“Wha’s that?”

And you don’t manage to get out a word—you don’t even try. Because you only hike your clawing hands up to Toji’s buff deltoids, holding him in place so that you can perk your hips off the bed and slam them down onto his.

Making the bedroom ring with the stinging sound of skin-on-skin, he then holds you in place with his pulsing cockhead pushing deeeep into your cervix.

Leaving you squirming, Toji’s glued his hips to yours for a few seconds before huffing out- “‘I-I’ Tha’s the name, pretty lady. Pleasure ta meet ya—” 

With a sudden bang, he has one hand thumped down on your headboard above you. And he’s got his length banging into you wildly, not leaving a single spongy surface untouched, not letting off a single thrust where his puffy veins don’t graze your g-spot.

The zaps of pleasure bubbling in your veins feel so good that you’re practically sobbing, holding onto his sculptured body for dear life. “Yer getting close, huh?” Toji suddenly seethes, “Aren’tcha? Sooo close- Can feel it-”

He could feel each throb.

He could feel each clench.

And he could feel each bead of slick that sprayed out of you like you were about to explode, “Can feel it in this cute cunt and- nghhh, she jus’ wants to cum.” His rude lips lean over and kiss away your streaming tears, whispering into your heated skin,  “S’okay—you can c-cum f’me, pretty lady- I’ll help you.”

His thumb was fully stuck between your pussylips and rolling over your clit at a ruthless pace. Faster. Harder. Sloppier.

He was fucking you like he needed you to cream on his cock. Not just want - need.

It was driving your vocals into a frenzy each time he drew a gluttonous lil’ heart on top of the perked nub. “Cum, doll.” As you buck your hips wildly, Toji spits. “Cum all o-over my cock—-” And you nearly remember what he told you about his manners. But he still utters- “-please?”

And you do - white-hot sparks startling your vision, tears glistening down your cheeks. And Toji fucks you through it with honed jackhammers, he’s driving your high through each part of your body like a madman.

Spark after spark. Hit after hit. 

Your toes curl at the feeling, it’s better than any other orgasm that you could’ve given yourself. “Please- please-” And your ears pop with the pressure, with the tingling feeling of his veins swabbing your every orifice. 

“Mhmm— what manners, whaddya want, doll?” He puffs out into your agape maw, fully elongating your orgasm. Even once the highest of your peaks have begun to face, Toji’s drilling you through it. Push after push. “Tell me- fuck, anything, ngh-”

“Wan’ it inside, Toji.” You’re babbling out, fluttering your lashes. “Please?”

“Oh, fuck…”

And it’s the last thing you hear him echo- the last time you think you even hear him breathe before his pants suddenly catch, before he throws his head back and cums. Sparks of his high splattering out in wads of seed, he’s filling you up like he’s spraying out a jetstream.

Thick, webbed clumps of sap that stick either side of your walls together. You squirm as he’s stuffing you full, feeling the mess splosh ‘round inside of you.

Cumming just from that - fuck, he has to convince himself that it’s because of the oversensitivity, because of the- oh, who’s he kidding. It’s all because of you.

“T-Toji- mmpf-”

And then it’s happening - then he’s kissing you. Gasping in a sudden breath as if he was just as surprised at you at the romantic gesture. It just feels so perfect, his soft lips slotted over yours, his lungs grunting out after each thrust.

It’s just everywhere.

Sheening down your sugary walls, bulging out of every orifice inside. And it’s drawin’ the rawest, most sloppy ring around his base, dribbling milky white sap down his shaking thighs. You moan as you feel it create a puddle underneath you, sticking to every inch of skin like glazed glue. 

Toji’s creamy, split-ended tip pushes aside the dollops of his cum and hits the end of your cervix and he throws his head back. Fucking it deep into you- “Toji’s here, Toji’s got you, Toji’s- f-fuck—”

“Please-” Melting into the hot, open-mouthed kiss. He kisses you and he kisses you. His palm tightens on top of the headboard at the mere sound of your pretty whining voice. 

Splintering. 

Cracking. 

It makes the both of you snap your heads up in unison, gasping. You both broke the bed. “Reckon we- fuck, taught ‘em a lesson they won’t soon forget, huh?” Toji manages to gurgle out, still not stopping the never-ending dab of his cockhead.

Sopping wet and bruising your cunt now. Raw. Red.

He weeps out a final few overstimulated swabs, letting your clingy walls suck out whatever was left of his cum. “Mhmm— sure do r-reckon.”

“Well now…” And oh- you knew that tone. That tone was what had you bent like this in the first place, getting pounded until you were dizzy. Toji blinks his teary eyes and gives you a final, innocent peck. Grinning against your mouth- “-ever wanted to shut up those busybody neighbors o’ yours?”

Then his cock plunges—straight from your starting rim, to whack the bottom of your overspilling pussy once more.

“O-oh.”

.

.

.

“So…”

Toji raises a brow at the barkeeper, Shiu, and the way he’d been repeating that same conversation starter just about five times tonight. As if hoping for something. 

Gruffly, he slams his empty shot glass down. “For fuck’s sake, if ya got somethin’ ta say then say it t’me straight.” It was late evening by now, and the saloon was in full swing- so it wouldn’t matter if there was a scene or two, really. It was natural.

Shiu throws down a dirty rag, “Now don’t go playin’ the fool- care to explain what ruckus you stirred with the sheriff’s daughter before?” As Toji gapes his mouth ever-so-slightly, “It’s all folks ‘ave been talking about in the saloon- nay, the whole town.”

“Meddlin’ townsfolk.” He only grunts. 

Shiu snorts, “Yeah? Won’t be ‘round these parts any longer then, I reckon?”

“Actually…” The other man doesn’t know what makes him stall more - the slight, tentative seriousness in Toji’s voice, or the way that you’re walking in through those dusty swinging doors right this very second. Capturing the attention of the drunkards, the staff, and most of all—Toji. “I’ve been ridin’ long, lately I’ve been looking for a place to lay my hat.”

“To settle?”

“To settle. Here.”

“Well, I’ll be…” Shiu whistles, at both his confession and the way you’re striding towards them. Not fast enough, apparently, because in a split-second Toji has his rope out to lasso you to his side, seating you down on his lap snugly. 

He swears the entire saloon balks. Singing withering, pints frozen in midair, bar fights halted just to stare. 

You swat at Toji’s toned chest playfully, “Didn’t I warn you? My father’s sure to bust a conniption.”

“Worth it.”

“What ruckus have you gone an’ actually stirred?” Shiu repeats his question from before, more serious this time - and somewhat bemused, too. 

And Toji takes over smoothly, “Aye, let me introduce ya. Pretty lady, this is Shiu—worst barkeep ya ever will meet.” And as Shiu shakes your hand, and lets Toji rattle off your name–“-my fiancée.”

He drops a glass. “F-fiancée?”

Someone in the saloon flips a table, whether by accident or because they were all eavesdropping, they’ll never know.

But Toji only nods proudly, a smug smile on his handsome face. “My fiancée. We’re fixin’ for a wedding come spring- if ‘er old man agrees that is.” He rolls his verdant eyes, “If not, we’ll just skip town and tie the knot, heh.”

“We will get his blessing.” You insist. 

The noise in the saloon resumes - though, this time it’s the chatter of folks discussing this newest piece of gossip, the thumps on Toji’s back in congratulations, the occasional sob, and the debates on baby names. It was in uproar. Louder than before. 

Shiu himself has to sit down.

The town’s sheriff feels much the same.

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week!

it takes a minute for his words to register in your brain, slowly blinking back to his attention, humming absently, "hm?"

his eyes narrow slightly and you can read his expression. he's using his damn super vision to determine if anything was biologically wrong with you. therefore, he'll be quick to know that–

"you're staring," he says, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"no, i'm not," you lie. plain as day.

clark's brow lifts, playing along. "no? you've said nothing for two whole minutes."

"i'm allowed to enjoy the view in my own home," you shoot back, tone pitched too high. too innocent. or, at least, a poor attempt at sounding innocent.

clark chuckles, walking closer to the foot of the bed. he still hasn't bothered to put on a shirt – he knows exactly what he does to you. "you, mrs. kent, are insatiable," he murmurs.

"excuse me," you scoff, trying to appear nonchalant but you know the pounding of your heart betrays you. "you're the one walking around looking like that. shirtless. muscles out. like i'm not supposed to be drooling."

"you're married to me," he reminds you, all calm, climbing up onto the bed. "you've seen it a thousand times."

"and it never gets less rude."

he laughs again and then he leans in to kiss you.

it's supposed to be a sweet kiss to your lips, but the second his mouth brushes yours, you surge forward, grabbing his jaw and pulling him closer.

and clark, the most attentive lover there can be, adapts to your eagerness, allowing you to guide him to lean back against the headboard.

"baby," he murmurs against your lips when you climb into his lap.

"you're literally obscene," you mumble, trailing kissing along his jaw and down his neck. "looking like that everyday," you add, grounding your hips against his lap, already feeling the stirring within his slacks.

clark groans, soft and choked, as his grip tightens around your hips, instinctively squeezing the flesh there. "i was just trying to talk to you about work," he manages, his voice raspier now.

"you can tell me after," you breathe, "i need you right now."

clark kisses you like he's trying to be patient, but you feel the way his hands grip tighter, his breathing grows heavier, like he's holding back because he knows what happens when he doesn't.

and honestly, you're waiting for that patience to snap.

you grind down once in his lap, just to test him. just to see.

he groans, low and rough like you lit a match in his chest.

"jesus, sweetheart," he murmurs against your lips, hands gripping your hips to still you. "what's gotten into you tonight?"

"you," you breathe, rocking once more to make sure he feels your neediness. "just you."

he huffs a laugh, though it comes out strained, like he's working harder than usual to keep his composure. "just me, huh?"

"always you," you whisper, eyes wide and desperate when they meet his. "but-" you bite your lip, hesitant for only a moment before it all rushes out. "i don't know, clark. lately it's like i can't think about anything else. you, your hands, your mouth... the way you feel inside me."

he stills beneath you, chest rising in a deeper breath as his blue eyes search your face. whatever he finds there – probably sheer desperation – makes his jaw tighten, something tender sparking behind his gaze.

"sweetheart..." his thumb brushes your cheek, his voice low, coaxing. "you've been wound up all day, haven't you?"

heat flares in your chest, down to your stomach, pooling between your thighs. you nod, breath shuddering. "it's worse than usual. i-" your voice breaks as you cling tighter to his shoulders, confessing in a rush, "i keep thinking about... about babies. about you giving me one."

it's true that you'd been thinking about this for a while now. it's only natural, after all! you and clark have been married for two years now, building a home, creating a rhythm that feels so solid it sometimes makes your chest ache with how much you love and adore him.

lately, though, it's been impossible to ignore the way your friends keep announcing pregnancies, showing off ultrasound pictures, or casually dropping that they're "trying." each time, a flicker of longing sparks in your chest – one you usually try to dismiss as typical baby fever. until times like this. when it roars up and consumes you whole when clark is right there in front of you, or in this case, beneath you.

maybe its hormones, maybe its timing – hell, you know you'er ovulating right now, your body practically begging for it – but it doesn't feel shallow. it feels like a need. deep, bone-deep need. and clark is the center of all of it: the way he looks at you, the way he touches you, the way you know without a doubt he'd be the most incredible father.

and now, you can't stop fantasizing the face of a child with his matching smile. maybe his deep ocean eyes, if you're lucky.

your words hang in the air, hot and heavier than anything you've ever blurted mid-makeout. but clark doesn't flinch, doesn't pull away. if anything, his expression softens, though his body underneath you goes taut with a different kind of tension.

"baby..." he breathes, this time not in playful endearment toward you but as if the word itself is sacred on his tongue with its other meaning. his hands steady on your hips, grounding you, even as you feel him hardening beneath you. "is that what you want? really?"

your answer is a quiet, desperate "yes," before you can think better of it. "i've been thinking about it for weeks... months even. all our friends, pregnant or trying... it just- clark, it makes me realize how much i want that with you. with our family. i already know you'd be a great father."

his gaze melts, a mixture of awe and something more primal flickering under his long lashes. "yeah, sweetheart? months?" he murmurs, almost to himself. then he swallows hard, voice dropping to a husky growl. "'ve thought it about it, too. more than i probably should."

you suck in a short breath, brows raising at the lowness of his tone and his words. "you have?"

he hums in confirmation, the sound bubbling in his throat. "yeah," he rasps. his hands, once firm on your hips, glide to your belly, fingers dancing over the fabric of your t-shirt. "thought about you swelled up in here," he murmurs, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to gently caress the skin there.

you shiver at his touch, hips pressing involuntarily into his lap. "clark..." your voice cracks, low and needy, betraying just how much this is all affecting you. your mind is already muddled with a lust-filled haze from ovulation and his words aren't making it any better. the warmth of his hands against your stomach, the idea of him imagining you like this, it makes you ache.

he leans down, brushing his lips over your collarbone, just above the collar of your shirt. each of his kisses are deliberate, teasing. "you want me to make you a mommy?" he murmurs, low against your skin.

his gaze is heated, the grip of your waist nearly bruising from the sheer amount of restraint he's holding inside. he's truly so considerate, gentle in the way he always holds you, despite holding the amount of strength that can easily harm you. but he never does.

to this day, you wonder how he manages it – how someone with the power to move mountains can touch you like you're the most fragile thing in the universe.

but tonight, there's a crack in his usual control, and you can feel it in the way his dingers dig deeper into your waist, the way his breath comes ragged against your collarbone.

he lifts his head and his eyes flicker down to your lips, and then your stomach. you can read his mind clear as day behind his eyes. he's picturing it. you. swollen with his baby, carrying his family. it's as if the image makes something primal twist inside him – and you, too – and when his gaze meets yours again, it's darker. hungrier.

"sweetheart..." his voice is a rasp, reverent and rough at the same time. "i'm trying... trying to be careful." his words are emphasized by the way his hands glides up and down your sides, perhaps in a way that prevents him from squeezing you too roughly.

you cup his jaw, forcing him to look at you, grounding him as much as you're urging him on. "you don't have to be careful," you whisper, lips barely grazing his as you speak. "not tonight."

he exhales sharply with a slight groan. his grip tightens, dragging you flush against him until you can feel the full length of his cock straining between you.

"i need you, clark," you insistent, desperation clear in your tone as you rock against him. "i want all of you. everything. no protection."

your words are basically gas to the fire already brewing simmering within him. his head dips, lips crashing against yours, the kiss much rougher now, full of teeth and need. his hands roam with more urgency, no longer holding back as he palms your ass, dragging you against him.

the kiss grows messy, your breaths tangling together and his tongue hot and insistent against yours. he groans deep in his chest when you grind down against him harder and then, all of a sudden, you're no longer in his lap.

with one fluid motion, clark flips you on your back, the mattress dipping under his weight as he cages you in. your gasp breaks the kiss, but his mouth is persistent, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and throat.

"clark–" you manage, breathless and clutching his shoulders.

"sorry, sweetheart," he murmurs against your skin, his voice raw. his hands slide beneath your shirt, dragging it upward to your neck, palms warm as they roam up your stomach, ribs, cupping your breasts. "needed you spread out f'me... needed to see you."

he groans as his hands shower attention to your breasts. his thumbs graze your nipples until they pebble beneath his touch. "so pretty," he murmurs, reverent as he rolls the hardened peaks between his thumbs and forefingers. "these'll get so big," he adds, groaning to himself as if imagining it – the growth your breasts will have all to do with the eventual pregnancy hormones.

your breath hitches at the idea, arching into his touch as a shiver runs down your spine. "yeah," you agree with a whisper, nodding.

his lips brush against the curve of one breast, feather-light at first, then harder, trailing wet and teasing kisses down to your nipple. he groans against your skin as he swirls his tongue around the pebble, flicking it with practiced precision, all while keeping his gaze locked on yours.

you whine when he gets rougher, biting and nipping at your breast with more fervor, the sharp pleasure making your fingers tangle in his curls.

"so, so perfect," he says, lips leaving a wet trail of saliva down your chest to circle the other nipple with his tongue with equal reverence. his thumb rolls the previous peak, puffy and wet from stimulation.

you writhe beneath him, the need too much between your thighs. you're sure you're soaked through your panties and pants and it's taking all of you to not rip them off yourself. "clark," you whine impatiently, hips bucking upward against the bulge in his slacks.

"alright, alright," he murmurs, his voice bordering a deep growl. his hands drift from your breasts, gliding down your bare sides, sending shivers down your spine, until they reach the waistband of your leggings. with a quick force, he tugs the material down your thighs and calves, pulling them off your feet and tossing it behind him.

in the meantime, you tug the rest of your shirt up above your head and toss it aside.

he growls low in his throat as he slides his hands up the bare skin of your thighs, reaching the apex. one hand dips between your thighs, making contact with the heat of your core through your panties.

his fingers press lightly at first, teasing over the soaked fabric with slow, deliberate strokes. the friction has you gasping and arching, hips lifting into his hand.

he hums, low and rough as he presses harder, the pad of his finger pushing right against your clit through the cotton of your panties. "oh, sweetheart. you're absolutely drenched," he growls, fingers finally tugging aside the material to expose your core to the air. "all dripping for me already... just thinking about carrying my baby, and you're soaking like this for me?"

you moan, the sound raw and needy as you nod, fingers clutching the sheets as he begins teasing you, brushing over your clit with precise, yet slowly agonizing strokes. "mhm, 'm so wet, clark. i want more," you beg, hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more.

he hums in acknowledgment, but even you can tell his patience is fraying. he makes quick movement in tugging your panties down your thighs, also discarding them somewhere on the floor behind him.

with massive hands, he spreads your legs apart, watching as you core clenches around nothing. his hand returns back to your heat, gathering some of your slick with a drag of his hand.

his fingers slide inside you just enough to tease, pressing against your folds while he drags the pad of his thumb over your clit again and again. each motion is deliberate, savoring your wetness. "don't think 've ever felt you this wet before," he muses, voice a mixture of awe and desire. "feel like i could slide right in without prepping you."

"you can!" you're quick to point out, hips twitching eagerly.

you hear him chuckle lowly before dipping a finger past your entrance. "maybe, but that wouldn't make me a gentleman, would it?"

you whine, arching your back restlessly, fingers clutching the sheets. "please... don't tease me. i'm ready," you insist. "want all of you. now."

his laugh is low, vibrating through your as he leans down, lips brushing against your in a fleeting kiss. "my insatiable wife," he murmurs, teeth grazing your lower lip. "so eager..."

you can't help but whimper, nodding when he leans back to look at you. your eyes round with pure want, and your teeth trap your bottom lip.

"who am i to deny my wife when she's asking – begging me to put a baby in her?" he asks rhetorically, leaning back to finally unbutton his slacks. it's a shock how he'd managed to keep his pants on this long with the way his cock is straining against the slim fabric.

he slides his slacks down, freeing himself at last. the head of his cock glints in the dim light of your bedroom, twitching with need, and you breath hitches.

"all this time..." he rasps, voice rough and low as he wraps a hand around himself, stroking himself lazily. "always careful... condoms, always... and now, i get to have you raw."

you gasp as he leans forward, sliding his fat cock between your folds, slicking himself up with your arousal. he groans, biting his lower lip as he lines himself up with your welcoming center.

you nearly choke on a moan a the swollen head nudges against your entrance, the sensation sending a shockwave through you without that thin barrier you've alway had between you.

your thighs fall apart even more – if that's even possible – welcoming him in, your hands reaching up to clutch at his broad shoulders.

with a low guttural groan, he sinks the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you inch by inch. the burn is immediate, overwhelming, but so is the delicious flow of pleasure seeping into you at the feeling of him bare inside you for the very first time.

"oh my," he whines, feeling your heat engulf him in a way he never felt before.

your mouth falls open on a broken moan, nails digging into his shoulders and carving crescents into his skin. every inch feels different, raw and unfiltered, his skin dragging against yours with no barrier between you.

clark shudders above you, arms trembling as he braces himself. "sweetheart..." he breathes, almost reverent, forehead pressed to yours. "you're... wow, you're squeezing me so tight. feels like i'm inside you for the first time all over again."

his voice trembles and your walls flutter at his words, clenching around the thick intrusion as your body adjusts.

he groans low, jaw tight, and you can tell he's fighting the urge to slam the rest of the way inside you.

"clark–" you gasp, voice shaking beneath him. "it's so – ah– s'much!"

"i know, i know, baby." he peppers kisses across your cheeks, the corner of your mouth, your jaw, his hips rocking into you just enough to sink another inch inside you. "just breathe, sweetheart."

the stretch makes your thighs quake, toes curling into the sheets as he pushes deeper, inch by inch. when he finally bottoms out, your whimper turns into a cry, arms winding tight around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

your whines have barely has the chance to fade before clark pulls back, his hips grinding slowly, savoring every bare inch of you.

but, through bleary eyes, you notice something shift within him. something in his face changes; his pupils blown wide, lips parted, breath ragged as if your heat alone snapped some final tether insied you.

"gosh," he groans, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt, making the headboard slam against the wall. your cry is loud, broken and desperate, and it only spurs him on. "you're... jesus... you'll take every drop i give you, yeah?"

your nails rake down his back, but the words are stolen from your throat when he suddenly hooks your knees, folding you in half with shocking ease. your thighs press against your chest, body bent open beneath him and you're utterly helpless under the strength of his body.

"clark-!" you gasp, eyes flying wide at the intensity of the position.

"mating press," he rasps, rutting into you hard enough to make the mattress squeal beneath your bodies. "that's what you want, isn't it? me breeding you like this?"

the sound you let out is more a sob than a moan and his grin is feral, sweat dripping down his temples as his hips piston into you, faster, deeper, filling you to the brink every time. the slap of skin against skin fills the room as he finds his rhythm, mingling with your cries and his low growls.

"you're gonna get so full of me... my seed inside you, making you a mom... your belly all swollen. oh, you'll be such a good mom," he rambles between grunts, pushing his cock back and forth into your core.

every thrust drags his cock deeper against your sweet spot inside you, your gummy walls fluttering around him, tightening as though your body is begging to be thoroughly bred.

"i'll take of you so well. y'wouldn't lift a finger at all. leave it to me," he continues, lost in his own words, no doubt playing the image of you both with your little family of your own.

your cries break into a scream – your poor neighbors – when his thrusts turn brutal, his cock slamming into you with single-minded desperation. the angle, the force, the sheer intensity of him above you has your body spiraling too fast to keep up.

"clark– wait! 'm going to-"

"cum for me," he grits out, voice rough. "want you to cum 'round my cock for the first time."

the command tears through you, and you tip over the edge, cleching down around him so hard he chokes on a moan. your release gushes hot against his cock, coating him as you tremble beneath him.

"atta girl, sweetheart. you're doin' so well," he pants, his pace going erratic as he chases his own high. "you were made to be bred by me," he rasps.

when you clamp down again against him, your pussy quivering from the stimulation, his hips stutter.

he gasps, slamming himself all the way to the hilt, holding you down in the mating press as his cock pulses deep inside you. the first hot spill makes you moan, the sensation unlike anything before – thick, raw, flooding you in heavy spurts that seems endless.

clark's head tips back with a low moan as he ruts through it, fucking his cum as deep as he can push it. "take it," he pants, breath shuddering. "take every drop, baby. don't waste a single bit."

you whine at the stretch of him, and you feel the sticky warmth that leaks out around his length, only for him to push it back inside you with another sharp thrust.

he stays locked inside you, while he catches his breath, still holding your thighs up. when he looks back down at you, he's met with your fucked-out expression: lashes fluttering, eyes glazed over with unshed tears, and flushed cheeks.

he lets go of your thighs and gently hoists them back down on the bed, making you hiss from the soreness. one of his hands reach up to cradle your jaw, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "was i too hard, sweetheart? 'm sorry."

you shake your head firmly, despite your desirousness. "no, you were perfect," you croon softly, your chest heaving as you catch your bearings.

"you took me so well," he murmurs, voice reverent. "so good f'me," he praises.

you reel from the praise, a soft smile lifting your cheeks. you feel his cock twitch inside you, still half-hard within your walls. as if remembering what this was all about, you glance down at your stomach, noting the belly bulge you sport from his cock nestled deep inside you. you hum softly, reaching to pat your belly.

"we're going to be parents," you coo warmly, glowing at the image of you cradling a little baby in your arms.

"yeah," he agrees, his voice a low rasp. with a cheeky grin, he adds, "as long as my seed takes, that is."

you chuckle softly. "given how much you cum, i'd be surprised if it didn't."

he laughs lowly, leaning down to meet your lips in a sweet kiss, one that's much less rough than the prior ones you shared in the past half hour.

when he leans back, you feel his hands rub up and down the skin of your thighs, gently soothing the aching muscles. "we can never be too sure," he rumbles smoothly, eyes glinting mischievously.

i have a feeling i'm not leaving this bed anytime soon.

"not if i can help it," he murmurs. you hadn't realized you said your thought out loud.

he spreads your thighs out, glancing at the your shared juices coating and gathered at the base of his cock. "think you could go a few more rounds, sweetheart?"

despite your exhaustion, your gaze hardens, more determined than anything. "i said i wanted a baby, didn't i?"

clark grins, slow and boyish, leaning back on his knees, letting his gaze rake over you like he's re-memorizing every curve, every line, every inch of your spent body.

then, you notice it – the way his gaze drifts down and stays there, locked on your navel. your stomach tenses instinctively.

"oh my god," you gasp, eyes widening in realization. "don't tell me you're using your x-ray vision to see through me right now."

he smirks, utterly shameless. "gotta make sure i made it into your womb," he murmurs. his casual confidence makes your already trembling knees go weaker.

you laugh breathlessly, a mixture of disbelief and want, and you press your palms against his chest. "clark kent, you are so full of yourself."

"only when it comes to my wife, mrs. kent," he counter, leaning down to nip at your jaw, fingers tracing lazy circles over your belly again. "ready for round two?"

you swallow, heat pooling between your thighs again despite you fatigue, and nod eagerly. "always," you whisper, voice soft but steady.

"good," he rasps, rolling his hips enough to make your breath hitch. "because i'm not stopping until you're stuffed full of me, sweetheart."

Even more gorgeous than you’d been during those brief formal interviews, between clans and council members who nudged each other at the fact that he had finally chosen a bride. 

You’d swapped out your wedding robes for an actual robe that was much…riskier. Stuck to your skin, glistening in the faint candlelight. You were semi-sprawled comfortably across the bed, having patiently waited for their ‘team meeting’ to have finished. 

And Sukuna would’ve yelled at any of them for gaping stupidly from the doorway, he should have - if he wasn’t gaping stupidly himself, that is. Lips parted, crimson eyes bulging. 

This was the clan leader rumored by some to be a monster, and rumored by others to fight like a monster: now fully frozen at the sight of you. 

It takes about seven different council members and Itadori Wasuke poking Sukuna’s muscular back with his wooden cane to make him move. “Ryo-” Jin hisses in slight concern, fingers starting to itch towards his phone, namely in the sequence of the emergency number he’d memorized for tonight. “Ryo move- you- oaf-” 

Respect for the head of the household be damned, they were deadset on bullying him inside the romantically-decorated room. Finally making him move one foot. Two. 

As soon as he staggers through the entrance, the towering mahogany doors then slam shut behind him. Somewhat snapping Sukuna out of his little reverie - somewhat. He shakes his head free of that vision of you, gaze dropping to the floor- anywhere but where you were sitting, so beautiful and unbothered. 

An heir.

Right, an heir. What was that nonsense about six heirs? Right now, he felt he’d be lucky to get to not faint.

“I uh-” You lean closer with a smile when he starts to sputter out, and the act itself nearly makes him take a step back. Heart rushing to the surface of his tattooed skin, “Ah, I mean-”

He gulps. And almost as if they were sensing the tension inside the bedroom, the group outside abruptly starts up the distant saxophone of a George Michael. It filters through the slight gaps of the doorway and into the thick silence inside. 

You were looking at him with a raised brow, clearly waiting for him to speak first with his interesting reaction.

Which is exactly what Ryomen Sukuna does - exactly why he clears his throat gravely. All seven feet of his figure straightening, toned chest puffing out. Jin had told him to smile before he smoldered, and right now Sukuna does neither. Only asking in grim seriousness-

“So are you uh…open-minded?”

“What?”

“What?”

BANG!

He’d removed himself from the honeymoon suite before you could even blink. 

And as you sat up on the bed in genuine confusion, the clan leader outside - your husband - was crouched against the now-closed bedroom doors. Knees to his pecs, all four palms coming up to cover his face- though, they do nothing to hide the scorching red flushed at the tips of his ears. 

The elders can only gawk; they’d known Sukuna since birth, and never had he acted in this manner. Never had he been so flustered, blushed so bright that it looked like he was steaming from his very skin. Flinching at the touch of his brother, he groans once the older one starts punting him with questions.

Jin squawks, “Is your wife okay- are you okay?”

“Yes- no.”

“Do I need to call the fire department?”

“No.”

“The exorcist-”

“No no no- fuck! She was just so…” Sukuna finally manages to string together more than one coherent syllable, running his hefty fingers down his features, like he wanted to scrub the embarrassment off of him. And the tail end of his response rings out as nothing but a whisper. So small, so shy. “…beautiful.”

He looks up at the circle surrounding him like he was pleading, “So, so beautiful.” Baritone dropping into an even lower volume, he scratches the back of his head like a child recounting a crush. “And she- she smiled at me, heh. What’d I do to end up with a wife like her?”

The elders and family members look at each other. 

Silence.

At least, as much silence as you could get in the Itadori Estate. Because, before long, Wasuke clutches his aged heart and gasps, “No!” Only once every pair of eyes has turned to look at him- “My son has no game.”

The emergency services were called that night. 

Though, it’s more for a health check on his father’s heart than for anything gone wrong with your honeymoon. And Jin thinks that’s pointedly to do with the fact that you don’t have a wedding night - at least, not in the sense of the word. 

After he’d offered Sukuna a general health check-up too (he’d vehemently denied) and a heart check-up in particular (he’d considered) you’d finally ended up walking out of the bedroom. Barely getting through one word of their overlapping explanations before you’d held up a hand. 

“It…actually might be better if I don’t know.” You’d sagely remarked, and quite smartly. Before turning to your new husband, who’d all but cowered at your gaze, “But you need to get some sleep, mister. Don’t think I don’t know about how cranky you get otherwise.”

“Hell yeah, ma’am. So true, ma’am.”

And Sukuna had sauntered back into the marital suite of his own accord, for a night of sleep. Nothing but sleep - though, Jin thinks he caught Sukuna fist pumping in celebration when you insisted he didn’t have to sleep on the couch.

There seemed to be no hope for an heir that night. Or, ever, at this rate.

And the trusty council of elders that were present would later retell the story in the morning after, with varying degrees of humor - some cackling about the fearsome head’s one weakness, others grieving the lack of heirs that the Itadori clan shall now have.

But most had been left with quite a different impression. They eyed each other during breakfast, when you’d come down with no marks, no signs of lost sleep. Surely, there was no other explanation - Ryomen Sukuna was impotent. 

He might not be the sweetest clan leader, or the most empathetic, or clearly the most savvy with the ladies, but he was their leader nonetheless. 

And they had to do everything in their power to help.

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“-and then the ol’ man starts playing fuckin- I mean, freaking ‘Careless Whisper’ and then I make a fool of myself-”

“Mhm.”

“-but she was oh-so-sweet about it. Which makes no sense, how can one be beautiful and sweet? I mean, look at me- I’m a right bastard-”

“Mhm.”

“-not that I’m complaining. And then when we shared the bed, heh, she told me ‘goodnight.’ Can you believe that? Goodnight? Obviously, she’s into me.”

“Mhm.” Five-year-old Itadori Yuji looks up from where he’d been playing with blocks on the archery dojo, “Uncle Kuna, can we go play hide-and-seek now?”

But the older man lets go the taut, tough string of his bow- hitting the bullseye of his target dead-on. “You’re right! She’s totally into me- heh, ten points for Sukuna.” It was already nearing sundown, and he’d been cooped up in the Estate’s dojo for hours after the fiasco that was his wedding night a few days ago. 

Nothing else had occurred between the two of you since. For which he was equally as grateful as he was disappointed - obviously you didn’t want to spook him. And obviously he wanted you.

But it wasn’t his fault he’d been trained in the arts of commandeering rather than communication. 

Which is how he found himself with that lil’ nephew of his as a therapist, shooting away arrows with the specialized bow designed for Sukuna’s four beefy arms, and fourfold strength. As if that would help ease the tension.

The clan leader opens his mouth again and it’s enough to make Itadori throw himself back onto the polished wooden floor. Starting off- “And did I tell you that when she told me ‘goodnight’ it was in a tone of like-”

“Ahem.”

If there was anything that could make big, bad Sukuna quieten down, then it certainly wasn’t his advisors, or his older brother, or anything else but you. 

And all you had to do was clear your throat once to signal your intrusion, having wandered your way through the massively sprawling Estate. You’d somehow led yourself straight to him.

You bow politely, “I hope I’m not disrupting.”

“C-course not.” To your surprise, your husband speaks first. “We were just-”

“Talking about you-” You giggle as Itadori instantly runs to cling onto your arms. Excitedly squealing at a mile a minute, “Uncle Kuna says that- that he has a huuuuge crush on you and-”

“No!” Sukuna interjects in panic- that traitor. 

“And- and he liked the way you say ‘goodnight’ and-” 

“Itadori Yuji, I will pay you to stop talking.” 

You’re watching the situation like a tennis match, and Yuji does stop - for about three seconds, that is. Until his voice drops into a conspiratorially low whisper, hands cupping his mouth- “Did you know he also called an exorcist-”

“What the f- I did not?” Husky bass damn near cracking, he rips the little boy away from you. “Scram, gremlin.”

Pushing at his back to make the toddler waddle away and give the two of you some space, Sukuna hastens to straighten up and puff his chest out. Making sure that the loose fabrics of his training yukata would slip aside to flash you with a sliver of his toned pecs, glistened with a thin layer of sweat. 

And when - only when - he catches your eyes dipping downwards, he clears his throat—smooth, Ryomen Sukuna. You’ve made people disappear, you can do smooth- “H-hi.”

His vocals crack.

Nearly passing out from the shame - but you don’t seem to mind. “Hi to you, too. I see you’re working hard?”

“Yeah- I mean no.” As you raise a brow, “Who needs ta work hard when you’re just good?”

“Is that so?” It’s a blatant brag, but one that didn’t go unsubstantiated. Your eyes drift to the side to where targets had been lined along the distant wall, each of them punctured right through the middle with a sharp arrow. “Oh, that’s impressive. I don’t think I could ever-”

“Would ya like to try?”

You’re nearly as shocked as Sukuna at the words that escape his mouth, before he can mull and chew over them first. But that swiftly melts into a look of eagerness once you nod- being handed his hefty bow.

“It’s heavier than normal.” Before you know it, he’s sidled up behind you. Leaned down so close that his warm breath blankets your neck- pointed chin hitting somewhere by your temple, tense core pushed up against you. 

So close. Easily, two of Sukuna’s hands help you hold the weight of his massive bow, and another two fall down to your waist to guide you. “Easy there, mama.”

“Th-thank you-” You’re find yourself stammering from the pure intimacy. And it was just so unfair how pliable he found you - heart racing, mind spinning at the thought - angling you bodily to face the targets. “So I just pull and release, then?”

“Mhm. You pull reeeal hard.” Deep, throaty. You’re noticing just how warm his hands were when they’re on yours, helping you pull, pull, pull back on the feathery edge. “Breathe in reeeeal slow.” You do, and you feel him match yours. “Position it.”

His honed strength helps you find the target, and his hands- oh, but his hands were nearly making you lose sight of the bullseye. “Aaand-” Two of his rough palms draaaagging down your sides for stability for him to tower over you, and then two more gently rubbing over your hands for reassurance as you- “-shoot.”

Schwing–!

It lands dead-center in the bullseye.

He grins, “Hell yeah.” 

“Yes!” You’re hissing, bow still in your arms as you leap into Sukuna’s. It was a brief embrace, just the quickest few seconds - but your husband nearly melts.

With your face tucked into the crook of his neck- his eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets, four massive palms hovering in the air like he didn’t know what to do with himself. In a flash, you’re reaching ‘round your body to let him rest them on your back, and he gasps, “O-oh-”

“Oh?” With a slight chuckle, you pull back, and he nearly whines in agony. But this was the Ryomen Sukuna, of course he can hold it back…to merely a slight grunt of pain. “Thank you for teaching me.”

“Thank you for being my wife-”

“Pardon?”

“Nevermind- I uh-” All four palms come up to cover his face in utter horror- it had been going so well if it wasn’t for the clan leader’s big mouth. Everyday was seemingly an unfortunate reminder that he was related to the blabbermouths that were Jin, Yuji, and…

Speaking of, where was Yuji?

Little did he know that a certain pink-haired toddler was holding a certain group of elders hostage behind the screens that led to the dojo’s entrance. Their bodies, formerly leaned over the doorway to spy on the couple, were now crouched on the floor. 

Disappointed- how could their revered clan leader not take the bait? Impotency strikes again.

But, right now, the masterminds were slightly more occupied with something else. Fingers to mouths, voices in whispers- begging the little boy standing in front of them to remain quiet.

But Yuji only smiles, standing proudly in front of them. He whispers, “Do you wanna play hide and seek?”

The council of the greatest minds in the household look at each other, “Uh…no?” Unsure of what else to say to the boy.

Before their ears are pierced by the most noisy child-like shriek of Sukuna’s name—“Uncle Kunaaaaa—it’s the exorcists!”

An arrow shoots their way. And by the way it strikes precisely into the wooden panels between the elders’ heads, precisely where it didn’t harm anything but their motivations, their egos, and perhaps slightly their heart conditions - they’re guessing it was their loving clan leader that shot it.

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Sukuna always did hate stuffy clan meetings.

The ones where documents were piled into columns taller than himself, council men and women spoke over each other to try and earn his attention, and he had to act for hours like he actually tolerated the guest invited that day. All in the name of ah- politics, or whatever. 

And today was much the same - except for one shocking, sudden surprise. You. 

You, seated directly opposite him on the large round table now that you were officially part of the clan. You, perfectly positioned for him to take in every pretty inch of you. You, who he’d give anything just to have beside him and chatting his ear off, or helping with his papers.

And, honestly, with a view like that he wouldn’t even complain about being forced to discuss- what was it again-

“The socioeconomic impacts of clan bonding activities and how they-” Choso - who’d recently started attending for education on the clan - drones in such tired monotone, shrugging at their two-toned guest, Zenin Naoya, without looking up from where he was doodling on some contract. “-could really benefit from those.”

“Tch- don’t talk like I didn’t know that, brat.” Sukuna narrows his eyes down at his eldest nephew.

Only to get a withering eyebrow raise in return, “Well, did you?”

“Yes…” No-

And almost as if he could read the pure lie on his uncle’s face, the middle-schooler has the audacity to put his pencil down and grin. More interested in the happenings of the meeting than he had been in four hours now. “Oh really? Well then, dear uncle of mine, would you care to explain to your nephew who comes up with these bonding activities?”

“The fuck do I look like? Stupid? It’s…Jin.” It was a guess, no one else would do something like that. He turns his face away from Choso and towards you. Politely laughing at something that the person next to you had said-

“And why is it important?”

He grumbles, this damn kid. Absent-mindedly- because oh, how was he expected to focus when your lips move to talk so prettily. As if in slow motion, like in those sappy movies Jin loved. “Uh, socio-something or the other-”

“And what do we hope to get out of today?”

“Erm-” Furrowing his brows, laser-focused on wracking his brain when- you turn his way. All you have to do is look at him for Sukuna to blurt- “Six kids, a summer house, and pets of her choice.” 

In stunned silence, Choso only gravely draws a tally count. 

You: 3

Sukuna: -478

“Oi- I’m at least in the double digits-”

“I think you have bigger things to worry about.” He muters, jabbing a pencil in your direction. “Your wife’s about to get stolen.”

And oh.

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t take kindly to snapping his head over and recognizing that slight glint in Naoya’s eyes; the way his mouth curled up meanly, body leaning just a tad closer to yours whenever you pulled back. Not kindly at all. 

Worst of all, he’d just been hit with the realization that it was that rat bastard who’d been making you laugh while he’d been stuck with duties. 

Simply on opposite ends of the room, and yet, it feels like an eternity until the hulking clan leader rises from his seat. Feet pounding their way over to where you were, your eyes raise instantly-

“Oh, there you are.” You start to smile - only for it to falter, coldly, at the shadowed expression on Sukuna’s face. He looked like he’d just seen a raging ghost, and his expression was downturned as such. 

You couldn’t pinpoint whether it had been the stress or the fact that the future heir to the Zenin clan couldn’t take a hint. But you’re trying to soothe him, “You looked quite busy-”

“I was, ah-” He was always weak to anything you said, “-bonding…activities…socioeconomics.”

Sarcastically, “How riveting.”

“No need to worry, I kept her company, though.” An annoying, grating voice bursts through your bubble. And before you can do anything to stop him, Naoya has his arm thrown ‘round the back of your seat. Around the room, one by one, the elders were starting to turn in their own chairs. Discussions dropping to whisper- “And my father always does commend my networking skills, clan leader Sukuna.”

And you think Sukuna might burst. You think he might just rip into him-

But, no. Instead, he breaks out into a smile, “Ah, young master Zenin, huh? Didn’t notice ya there.” A smile that was just slightly jarring, slightly…dangerous. “I see you have met my wife. Quite charming, isn’t she?”

“Yes yes, quite beautiful.” Naoya waves off with a chuckle, elbowing the taller man where he could reach. Huffing, “Though, I must say, it’s quite smart to let the wife inside a clan meeting. Gives you something to look at, at least.”

You seethe, brows furrowing, “Pardon-” But your husband already has a hand signalling you to seat yourself back down comfortably. A commotion was starting to stir by now, and if anyone was going to make a mess of clan politics and reap the consequences, it would be him.

He could and would take the fall for you.

“Young master Naoya.” He declares in a booming voice, “The Itadori clan has decided that we would so ah- love to indulge you in a practical example of our very own bonding activities.”

As you tilt your head in slight confusion - this certainly wasn’t part of the meeting agenda, and the council seemed to notice it, too, Naoya hums. “Oh?”

“Right now. You’re welcome.”

“What? Now? But-” 

As the lanky man scrambles in his seat, Sukuna grasps the very back and topples Naoya right out of it. “No no, let me.” And all it takes is one hand to lift their guest straight into midair and march him out of the room. 

The door slams shut behind the duo.

And you didn’t need to hear the yelps, or the punches, or the begs for mercy to know exactly what your husband had in mind as a ‘bonding activity.’ 

It seemed the member of the Zenin clan would be leaving here bruised for his words, and it seemed that the elders were strangely…excited at the notion? Buzzing impatiently, tittering to each other. 

It only increases twofold as Sukuna re-enters the meeting hall - knuckles suspiciously bruised, and notably without a pompous heir behind him - and you find yourself fighting back a smile. Muttering some half-hearted lecture about treating guests well, which he seems to lap every word of, you end it off by reaching upwards and kissing the side of Sukuna’s cheek. 

Fleeting and innocent.

But the elders gasp-

“Oh my god- oh my god, it’s happening—”

“My money’s on a girl child being the firstborn-”

“-maybe he’s only half-impotent-”

Keen eardrums catching the whispers and congratulations, you only have the time to catch the tips of his cheekbones smearing bright red - before the clan leader stumbles back out of the meeting room.

“Oh, I think I jinxed it-”

Choso, meanwhile, crinkles his nose and reaches for his eraser and pencil once more. 

Sukuna: -477

“Gnarly.”

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“Uncle Kuna—-!” It was inevitable that every single person inside of Yuji’s cute lil’ kindergarten would end up knowing when his father wouldn’t be able to pick him up, and his uncle would arrive instead.

For one, it was all he would talk about the day beforehand. And two, they’d all hear his shrill squeal- except, most students and teachers used to this little ritual were probably shocked at the scream that followed after. “Mama—!”

And you were just as caught off-guard. 

Somewhere, in the distant bushes at the very end of the kindergarten playground, a few elders and Itadori Jin fistbump one another. All those lessons, not gone to waste!

“Ah- Yuji?” You’re fighting the way your voice wobbles in surprise, and it felt like a tiny cannonball had been shot at you with the way he runs straight to you. “What did you say, baby?”

Somewhat confused, two large eyes peak up at you. And his voice is tiny, “Mama?”

Ruffling the curly pink locks of Yuji’s hair, you just-so-happen to glance at the boy’s uncle. Your husband. Who was currently steaming from his ears and flushed bright crimson, veins bulging at his forehead, mouth opening and closing stupidly. “I- you- who-”

He was speechless.

Barely even breathing- honestly, you’re hit with the slight urge to reach forwards and feel for Sukuna’s pulse before a calm voice breaks through. “Ah! I see Yuji’s favorite uncle is here today.” A soft, bowl-cut man claps his hands as he walks up. Your eyes drop down to his nametag and read ‘Haibara.’ “And you must be-”

“My wife-” Sukuna spits out, before another word can leave Haibara’s mouth. “My wife, Jin could never pull anyone like-”

“Excuse my husband.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With yourself properly introduced - this time with names - you find yourself laughing along to one of Haibara’s anecdotes of Yuji, something to do with a dare and attempting to eat a terribly finger-shaped stick. He smiles breezily at you and hums, “He’s a good kid, and seems to be very fond of you. You should come visit more often.”

“Well, I hope to.” Grinning right back, you squeeze Yuji’s squirming body as Sukuna takes off his tiny back-pack. And you can’t help but think that it all felt so…domestic. 

Evidently, the cozy atmosphere had been obvious. Haibara ponders out loud, “Forgive me for asking, but do the two of you plan on having children soon? You seem like you’d be wonderful parents.”

Oh, you look at Sukuna. And Sukuna doesn’t meet your eyes, though, with his face turned straight ahead- what you could see was the way the tips of his ears were slowly starting to redden.

It seems like ages, it seems like he was waiting for your answer just as Haibara innocently was. And your mouth opens-

“Mister Haibawa, Yuji’s uncle can’t be a parent, he’s already an exorcist.” What the f—the trio of adults snapped their heads down to see that a black-haired boy - another Zenin, confound it - had just tugged on his teacher’s sweater. Butting into the conversation- Sukuna thinks he could recall this boy’s name, something Gummy? Megumi?

“Oh?” Then it wasn’t an orange-haired girl on his other side, “My mommy says he’s unemployed.”

“That, too.”

Somewhere, in the distant bushes at the very end of the kindergarten playground, a few elders and Itadori Jin facepalm. All those lessons, gone to waste!

“Well I don’t think he can be a parent because he looks stupid.” This time, one burly boy with a buzzcut enters the scene. And he was sparing no punches, both metaphorically and literally - he knocks out a good few backhands against Sukuna’s core. 

“That, too.”

“He doesn’t look stupid, Todo.” His nephew whines at him- that’s his boy! 

Sukuna could almost shed a tear, oh, how proud he was. So proud, in fact, that he’s hoisting the babbling boy over his shoulders without a second thought. 

Maybe Jin hadn’t completely failed as a father, after all. Maybe the boy wasn’t a hopeless case and had actually come to appreciate the strong, kind parental figure that was his uncle- “He just looks sorta stupid when he thinks he’ll embarrass himself in front of his wife. Because he does that a lot. That’s all.”

“Like the time with the exorcist.” Megumi nods, sagely.

“Like the time with the exorcist.” Yuji agrees, smacking the top of Sukuna’s head. 

“There- there was no time with the exorcist.” The clan leader tries to clarify to an extremely confused Haibara. 

And the girl - Nobara, according to the nametag on her glittery back-pack - points up at him, accusing. “I like his hair. He also can’t be a parent because he wears wigs.”

Sukuna growls, “You’re just jealous, bob-cut-”

You furrow your brows, “Do you wear wigs?”

“No.”

Yuji giggles, “Will you wear wigs?”

“No-”

“When will you wear wigs?” 

“Never!” Honestly, children these days. He damn near pounces on Haibara, who’d asked that last question.

Megumi - honestly what was this kid’s problem - seems to pipe up for the sake of piping up, “And he steals candy from babies.”

“That was one time-”

“Hey hey-” Without warning, Todo was tugging on Sukuna’s trousers to gain his attention. Snickering as the older man looks down with the most weary face in existence, “You wanna learn how to actually impress fine shyt?”

“What is…fine sh-”

“That’s enough for today. I think.” Their teacher claps his hands, “And Todo Aoi what have I told you about using certain words? Don’t think I won’t have a talk with your guardian again, young man.” Flustered, he throws an apologetic look your way before corralling his tiny students inside. “Now- inside!”

You can finally breathe a sigh of relief - finally, finally. 

Though, you don’t know what bewilders you more - the fact that they listen, or the fact that Todo was the only one that didn’t. And it was all because of the fact that he had Ryomen Sukuna kneeled down to match his height, mouth snarling, but head nodding intently to whatever Todo was whispering in his ear. You look at Haibara, and he shrugs just as helplessly.

“Umm…mister Haibara?” Another one. The pink-haired man’s soul damn near leaves his body as another teeny, toddling monster starts pulling on the teacher’s sweater. 

Likely expecting an encore of the chaos just prior, his smile stretches thin. “Yes, Toge?” And you, too, start praying that it wasn’t any more love advice, or choice words about Sukuna’s character.

Pale hair cut into severe bangs, the boy mumbles in a small voice, “There’s some old men in the bushes.”

Ryomen Sukuna has never run up to a bush to kick it so fast. 

And, later, with Jin left explaining to the teachers and the elders still walking off their bruises, he found himself walking down a softly sunlit road with you. Yuji now fast asleep on his shoulders, and you by his side.

It was a perfect day. Made only more perfect by the gentle tugging of your husband’s fingers towards yours, in midair. In all his years, it’s perhaps the scariest thing he’s done. They hesitate, and then they reach - the slow curves of his digits gliding down your wrist, before interlocking with yours. Warm. Firm. And yet, softer than his palms have ever felt. 

He thinks he catches you smiling, and Sukuna thinks Todo’s advice might not have been so bad after all. 

And from a nearby bush, Itadori Jin pumps his fist in success. Impotency or not, not a complete waste, then.

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One night a week later, the elders decide, push should come to shove.

Literally; cold towels were thrust into your hands before you’d been shoved through the damp wooden gates of the Itadori household’s bathroom. It was the largest one, special in the way a large portion of the room was occupied by a steaming hot spring.

And from your position at the very edge of the humid chamber, you could see the toned shoulders of Ryomen Sukuna. Back turned to the door, just the upper half of his body was peaking out of the water. Glistened with dampness, deltoids flexed as he leans his elbows back against the floor.

You’re semi-glancing behind you at the members of the council that had all but thrown you inside- something about ‘marital bonding.’ Which was really just a way for them to take care of their head’s little ah…rumored problem. 

To them, it was perfect - your gorgeous wife comes up to you in a hot spring and…helps. What more could he want? After all, there’s nothing wrong with impotency - there was just something wrong with their clan leader.

You’re game either way.

And you gently knock against the wall to denote your entrance, before walking up to where Sukuna was gawking from now. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Helping.” You reply simply, wringing the towels before folding them over his heated forehead. “Do you wish for me to leave-”

“N-no!”

It comes out faster than he’d have liked, more hitched than he would have liked. Honestly, the sentence barely even leaves your lips before Sukuna sits up straighter. Letting sploshes of scalding water drip down his abs, he leans further back against your touch. “I mean- stay.”

“Mhm, I heard you had a long day.”

“The worst, mama.” And part of his response is half-grunted with the way you’ve now situated yourself properly behind him. With your lap now a bed for his damp head, fingers weaving through those coral pink locks. “Had to refurbish the dojo, then take care of the problem with that damn Zenin brat…then donate to Yuji’s…kindergarten, then…promote a few elders… and one I had to…” Heavier and heavier, he was sinking into you with each nimble movement of your fingertips. “-fuck.”

“You fucked an elder before you fucked me?” You raise a brow in humor.

“Huh- no!” He’s growling, steam curling from the water. And as you’d briefly halted your ministrations to tease him, he guides your hands back to move. “I would never…eugh. Shit, can’t even imagine doing somethin’ like that with anyone but you.”

Suddenly, it’s silent. Except for the slow curdle of the water, and the soft grunts that Sukuna was oh-so-desperately trying to bite back. 

Fuck, he was so handsome.

Such naturally chiselled muscles, and dark circular tattoos on just about every joint he had. 

You massage his burning temples, slipping down into the longish length of his hair. “Oh, is that so? And do you imagine it often with me, clan leader Sukuna?”

“Stop being such a fuckin’ tease.” Hissing, Sukuna’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs as he practically begs. And he looked so pretty when he was begging; brows upturned, mouth unintentionally pouty. “How can I help myself?”

“And am I doing anything to stop that?”

“Yes-” Forgoing the massage, Sukuna now stops your right hand. Holding it tightly as he turns his head and presses a kiss to the tender inside of your wrist, hot with water and his blush. “Just existing is enough.”

“Sukuna…”

Your mouth parts, and it’s like a string being drawn- your lips are on his. It’s messy, with the way he’d angled himself from upside down, tilted up just to sliiide the plushness of his mouth across yours. It’s light, like he was holding himself back.

And you knew what he was capable of.

Which was likely what made you reach for the back of his head, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. Gasping, your mouth just barely parts for his hungry maw to clasp ‘round your sugary tongue. Sucking—before-

Before a button clicks, and suddenly the bathroom walls are trembling with lyrics singing ‘I just had sex—’

You could’ve caught whiplash with how fast you’re both staring at the entrance: meeting with the sight of the several elders, Wasuke, and a ridiculously large boombox. Piled onto an embarrassing heap on the floor, they’d seemingly fallen over- likely from their spying over one corner of the door. 

‘And it felt so good—’

“Wrong one dammit- this is what Wasuke was on music.” You’re catching one of them murmur. Just about the only thing they have time for before scurrying away - leaving the boombox very, very behind. And you don’t have to look behind you to know that Ryomen Sukuna was likely seething enough to make the spring water itself bubble. 

Sukuna growls, “Fucking George Michael.”

“Actually I think that’s Akon.”

Sukuna slams his open palm against the edge of the pool, and you have to open up your palms to stop yourself from being splashed. He murmurs, more to himself, “All because I didn’t wanna fuckin’ scare you- not that they’d-”

“Wait, why’d you think you’d scare me?” You ask in confusion.

To which he looks at you in genuine bewilderment, as if that wasn’t even worthy to be a question. “You’re beautiful.” He states, like there were no truer words. 

Before gesturing at himself- those naturally rosy locks, the four arms, the faint slash across his abs where they said his second mouth was to be. Cursed with strength, cursed with power, cursed with looks that defined him as something more than human. “Look at me- just fuckin’ look at me. And that’s not all- how shall I be expected to live a normal marriage when I’ve been cursed from birth? I only ask for forgiveness that I’d been selfish with my choice of you, my wife-”

“Well, I don’t forgive you.” 

It’s silence, and he looks torn between hanging his head in understanding, and taking your words head on.

“Because I think you’re beautiful, too.” You say it honestly. “My beautiful husband.”

And, for not the last time that night, the big, bad cursed Sukuna blushes.

‘Felt so good~’

.

.

.

“Sh-shit—” Your back arches lewdly, allll the way back until your naked, puffy core could reach as much of Sukuna’s mouth as possible. “Think I like it better when you’re like- ngh, this.”

Just a few minutes and one rapid trip to your bedroom later found you with your previous clothes in a heap across Sukuna’s bedroom floor. Your thighs shakin’, hips bucking wildly as you straddled his mouth—no, not his first. 

You were riding his second mouth.

The wildly monstrous one slashed across the middle of his stomach, large and hungry. He’d gaped it open immediately once you’d clamored up his washboard abs, letting the curled tip of his second tongue slide deftly between your inner thighs.

Playfully flickering in patterns straight up to the target of your cunt-

“Haaah, so you’ve decided you like- mmm, this mouth more than me?” One of his four hands teasingly dips downwards to grace your pussy with a solid spank. 

So loud, so wet that it makes his cursed mouth lick its lips in greed. “Really not gonna talk t’me now then? Not even through these lips?” Another one. And it’s letting off the rawest slurp that muffles your own squeal- “Though, I think she disagrees, huh, baby?”

Through gritted teeth, you somehow manage to force out, “Shut up-”

“Alright alriiiight.” Sukuna trails off, seemingly back to focusing on the ministrations of his tongue. 

Your eyes are dangerously on the verge of criss-crossing as he glissades it up every bead of slick escaping you. Laid flat n’ draaaaagging across every inch of skin he could reach, the flexible tip of his tastebuds were just barely touching your treacly folds when-

Spank!

Even harder this time. And your mind whirls stupidly at the stinging sensation that just felt so good- “N-ngh, fuck–”

You were bending so cutely on top of him, and Sukuna can’t help but lean his hulking figure further down the king-sized mattress. “Atta girl.” Bucking up so that you’re fully seated on top of his second mouth now, slick dribbling all down his obliques, his cursed tongue glued to your clit. 

Sticking between your folds, his pinkish tastebuds rover ‘round and ‘round that fat nub where you were most sensitive. Just barely gurgling out, “And here I th-thought you were shy-” 

“And here I thought you were dumbified, hmpf.” With a roll of his eyes, your husband chuckles. “Guess not yet.”

It was as much a warning as he would give you - and it wasn’t a warning at all.

Before the fat girth of his finger is rudely pryin’ apart your pussylips and shoving the first few inches inside. Until you’re being spearheaded by him, he’s trying to scope every inch of you. He’s trying to snake his muscle in until he’s probed into every nook n’ cranny.

“F-fuuuuuck—” Sukuna groans out, watching through half-lidded peripherals at the way your tight hole was trying to suck him up. So thick, he can count every throb of your walls around him, one-two-three-four- “Are we sure yer not dumbified- hah, already? Look how fucking wet ya are, mama.”

“N-ngh, Kuna—”

Your whines are botched with pants, after each time his finger is swabbing its way inside. Fitting in two- moving in the slightest half-ruts just to fit inside- again. And again and again.

Each passing second had him probin’ into a new corner of your pussy - and yet, it still wasn’t enough for the clan leader. Which is why Sukuna finds his tongue slithering back and forth your folds, pushing them apart until he was given a front row seat to your depravity. “See? A damn- fuck- waterpark. Are ya always like this or m’I just special, huh?”

“You’re not gonna be special if you- mmpf, talk so- ngh, much-” The stretch is so incredible that you’re forced to bite down on the gummy insides of your cheek. A necessity if you didn’t want to wake the entire house up tonight.

But Sukuna had other plans.

Rose brows raising in slight surprise, “Ohhhh? That good, huh?” The edges of his sleazy grin twitch once he’s tuggin’ on your dripping wet entrance even further, pumping in the expanse of a third lengthy finger. “M’just gonna take that as a sign m’special~”

“Kuna-”

Oh, you were just so pretty huffin’ and puffin’ atop him like this. It’s enough to make his second mouth slobber with greed, edging dangerously towards the circle of your stuffed hole. “Alright alriiight. Brace yourself, baby.”

“Brace m- wha- oh.”

Before you know it, his fat fingerpads are pushed oh-so-deeply inside. So deep that you think he’s filling out every drivelling orifice, pumping furiously. 

Sukuna fucks you with his fingers like he’s trying to make you remember. Like he’s trying to hook into all of your sweetest spots, the ridges of his joints brush up slightly against your g-spot. You mewl, “It’s so- oh, I’ve never felt so full-”

“Yeahhhh- those fingers of yours can’t do this, huh? Poor thing.” Fauxly cooing, he’s rovering you so open. Your husband’s fingers were so big that he didn’t even have to try to leave you trembling- to leave you whimpering as he pulls out in a quick split-second.

Wordlessly despite your disappointed cries, you crack your teary eyelids open to find that Sukuna was slipping off the silver metal wedding ring off of one of his left hands. And pushing it down onto his slick-glazed right hand- before thoroughly thrusting. “S’gonna be a stretch- gonna be a biiig stretch. You can take it, mama.”

“C-can I?” Your thighs twitch stupidly at the frigid feeling of his ring scraping your soft insides. 

This way, you could pinpoint the exact way he was moving inside of you: in and out in and out, curling to hit your g-spot. 

And Sukuna can tell the exact moment his stirrin’ fingers target your most sensitive spot- because you’re panting, you’re bucking. You’re throwing your head back once he plunges his slick-glazed fingers out to do it all over again and again, until his knuckles hit your pussylips raw. “Hell yeah, ya can. How’re you gonna, mmm, take all of me if you can’t even- oh, take these, hm?”

You’re pouting, “I-I can…”

“What’s that?”

In an effort to prove it to him, you bounce your hips right back into his sloppy cadence. “I can-” And it only makes your cunt squelch even louder the closer you are to his slippery tongue. 

“You can?”

“Y-”

His hips jerk upwards roughly, grazing that ridged texture of his tastebuds from the very bottom of your pussy, up, up, up to the tip of your slope. And it’s loud. “You can?” Your heart races, it’s only then that you realize he wasn’t talking to you - he was talking to your other pair of lips. “Then take it- take- ngh.”

Harder and harder. His probin’ mess was reaching a fever point and you’re rubbing yourself pathetically on the prolonged muscle of his tongue. 

And the more ravenous his cursed mouth became - edging his globular tip nearer n’ nearer to your stretched-out hole - the more ruined he was becoming. Bucking himself up animalistically, two hands of his control the grindin’ of your hips- manhandling you down just enough so that the wetness of your cunt just barely touches his rock-hard cocks. 

“F-fuck!” You’re whining at the feeling of two thick mushroomy tips touching your skin. 

And Sukuna doesn’t touch himself- no matter how many hands he has. Having you on top of him like this would be a sure-fire way to cream himself in his pants before he even started. His pretty lips wobbling, eyes scrunching closer the harder his aching erections throbbed. 

He was so sexy. And you can’t stop yourself from staring- something he notices even when he’s in this state. “Wh-what?” Flinching at the sheer intensity, “The fuck are ya looking at, huh?”

“I’m just th-thinking…” And you have to stop yourself from moaning as he pulls out his plump fingers in punishment. They were glistening, dripping with so much of your juicy sap that Sukuna sucks clean in front of you. 

Before slipping back in—“That I’d- oh- love to make you, mmm, shut up.”

Rolling his crimson eyes, “Oh, you’d love to make me shut up, huh?” And he was so smug. So sure of himself…until the leader catches onto the way you’d been rutting against his second mouth. Riding. And, slowly, those hazy peripherals of his widen- “Fuck…don’t tell me-”

You only nod.

“-you seriously wanna be fucked by my cursed mouth?”

Nodding drunkenly again-

“O-oh.” His head falls back into the satin pillows as you’re slipping it in, the slimy tendril of his tongue finally scouring into where he’d wanted to for so long now. 

It feels incredible. 

Finally hooking ‘round your tight entrance to push in, in, in—he’s just so big that once Sukuna’s unfurling his greedy tongue, it feels damn near never-ending. And you felt so tight pulsing around him, squeezing him inside once, twice, thrice. “Ya- ya really are gonna be the death of me- fuck!”

You start to ride him and it makes the big, bad Ryomen Sukuna mooooan, twitching his way inside of you. Since you were already softened up by his fingers, it was easy work for him to pull out and immediately replace himself with those rude tastebuds of his. 

Straightened out so he can probe around your walls, the length of his cursed tongue was pumping n’ pumping.

You’d never felt anything like this before. And you swear you see the mouth on his belly chuckle darkly as he fucks you like he would with his cocks. Salivating. Sploshing your poor insides until you have him memorized. 

Sukuna’s tongue swerves along your walls until he brushes the very back of your cervix, softly mushing it in. Again. And again. And again—“Fuh-fuuuuck—” You’re gurgling out, wet wads of saliva dribbling down each side of your lips. “Who’s the one dumbified now?”

“Wh-what- ngh-” His eardrums were popped from the pure pressure, barely able to make out your words.

And through the constant rams of his tongue, you manage to string together- “I-I said, who’s the- oh, dumbified one n- oh!”

“You.” In that very moment, he has his bumpy tastebuds glued to your g-spot, his hips arching right off the tense bedsprings, core tensed. Sukuna slashes his cursed mouth into your favorite area and grooooans, “Still you.”

Mouth prattling nonsensically, “Th-that’s cheating-”

“Nuh uh.”

He squeezes your perked clit with the tips of his rude fingers, still with the ring on one of them. And the backs of your eyes explode with white-hot pleasure at the dual pleasure - his tongue fucking you ferally, his digits teasing your clit. “Yes it is- hngh, because it’s gonna make me…”

Cum.

You were so close, you could feel it in each swab of his tongue. Gaped open even wider for the most maximum movements, each thrash is angled just right against your g-spot.

Just right to stretch out your glistening walls until they’re taking the shape of him. And he hums, “Yeahhhhh— all over.” Your clingy slick is drenching his abs by now, like a waterfall that he’s scooping up with a fourth hand. 

One on your clit, two on your hips to move you pliably up n’ down his length, and his final one getting absolutely soaked. Sukuna brings them up to his primary mouth to suck off the layers of candied slick, smearing it all over his lips like some delicacy. “Yeah, allll over now, mama. Make a hah- mess of me.”

Your jaw unfastens as you watch him clean himself off, every single drop. “Oh my…hngh.”

“What? Mmm, jealous?” Ruder, harder. It was just so sloppy how his mouth rovered all over your cunt, slippin’ and slidin’ back and forth at a constant pace. “Maybe if you were, hah, patient, you could’ve gotten that.”

“As if I’d want that…” You’re huffing, stubborn.

“My wife, you’re just- about- to cum- on me.” The space between each word is slashed with a push of his rovering fat tip, and a thorough squeeze on your clit.

To which you’re shooting back- “And you were about to cum- ngh, untouched.”

And you think he’ll tease you back. You think he’ll bully you until you’re driven mad - but Ryomen Sukuna was moaning in agreement.

Speeding up the pace of his velvety tongue, he’s slithering it with a deep bash against your g-spot. Grunting, “Can you blame me?” Harder. Something at the back of his throat cracks. He begs, “Such a pretty, oh, fuckin’ wife like you and- and I’m expected to stay calm?”

Hiccuping, “I- I don’t- Kuna, I’m not gonna last-”

Faster. “M’expected not to get pussydrunk? Expected to not fucking- lose it. F-fuck-” Sloppier. 

And you don’t get to hear what the tail end of his sentence might have been. Because with a few more vulgar strokes, you’re breaking apart—cumming. 

Lids cracking with tears, lips wobbling out whines.

His name, over and over again. Your cute noises are so loud that he has half the mind to wonder whether those damn elders will hear, “Cum—ing-” You announce, belatedly. Body shaking with each peak of your high, “Feels so- so good, oh.”

“Does it, now?” He babbles away, drunk on your honeyed pussy. The sheer primal clench of your walls almost made it hard for him to fuck you through your wave of bliss. “Good- good, atta girl, cream all down my t-tongue now.”

The curvaceous tip of his tongue was constantly pricking your g-spot, and it only drags out your orgasm even further. Until you were nothing but a sobbing mess, “Am- oh, I am.”

“Mhmmm— go ahead.” Your thighs twitch, head dropping backwards as the last few dredges of your high are pounded away. “Go ahead- take it. Take it all out on me.” With a few twinges of electricity that zap down your spine, you can finally manage to crack open your eyes. 

But you notice that just as you’ve reached your high, Sukuna did, too. 

Or, at least, he was trying oh-so-desperately not to.

As your pace lazes, his two hands on your waist glide down to his plump, aching erections. Both sets of thumbs rover on top of his leaking orifices, squeezing just so he won’t leak out in cum. Stopping himself from cumming untouched. 

And that makes you huff, “Kuna…” Your newfound nickname for him makes him flush, and you instantly swat away his hands. “Want it now.”

“Cheh-” Those hazy, blood-red eyes of his narrow, and somewhere in the distance, you can hear the tight snap of his underwear being pulled. “What a spoiled lil’ wife…”

But that wouldn’t stop him from indulging you, of course.

Sukuna breathes in heavy puffs, and you barely even have the time to catch yours before he’s immediately clawing onto the right side of your ass cheek with one hand.

Usin’ that sinful leverage to manhandle you straight down onto one of his plush tips, the thick circumference of his shaft throbs against your hole and you moan. Head snapping down- “Fuck.”

Oh, fuck.

He was so…big.

And that was being humble- you’d come to learn that not only was Sukuna gifted with extra height and limbs, he was gifted with extra size too. 

Two fat, veiny lengths laid between two meaty thighs, they were colored the prettiest tan flush on their tips. Dribbling down heaps of precum that puddled between the two of you. By now, the curly pink hairs at the bottom of his bases were already drenched, and his ballsack was so tight with need. 

 Sukuna was so hard that every throb was visible. So big that it made your thighs squeeze together.

Mentally, you’re calculating just how it might be possible for him to fit inside you. Before his rough tone cuts off your thoughts, “Ah ah- we can count together, mama. Say it w’me now-” 

“Wha- one!” Almost laughable, he’s then bullying in just the thickened front of one cock. They were stacked vertically, and as you get pierced by the lower one, his upper one was rubbin’ primally on your front. 

Sukuna’s mean fingers draw an invisible line from up your treacly slit, measuring. “Mmm- s’more like two inches.”

“Two-” You blabber, “Then how much more-”

“Guess we’ll just have to find out, heh~”

And he meant it.

Before long, Sukuna was fucking up into you furiously. Ferally. Thrust after half-thrusts just to fit his incredible size inside, “Tha’s about four…mmm, more three.” He’s drunk on your pussy, counting away how many solid, sopping inches managed to be squeezed in each time. In a split-second, your poor pussy’s being spanked. “You too, baby.”

“It’s just so- ngh—” Your head throws back for the nth time tonight, singing in synchronization with the creaks of the bed. 

It’s like he was jackhammerin’ you, mazing your slick-filled insides with the globe of his cockhead. Sukuna was so long that it was easy to massage your every sweet spot- again and again. “Whaaaat? Can’t take it? Fuck, wee’re only about-” On your tummy, he measures out how far he’d slid inside by now. “S-six inches, still. About halfway?”

Your eyes bulge—halfway?

It’s a shock so large that the rest of your body loosens up, weakened. Just perfect for him to grab onto your hips, your thighs, one hand on your neck to jostle your cute body up n’ down his cock.

“S’it too much for my, mmm, good wife?” Mercilessly, he’s spitting between your ajar mouth. “Took my tongue but you can’t even take one of my cocks- aw, c’mon now, mama.”

“I-I-”

“I-I-I- whaaaat?” Octaves higher. Your husband leans in until his heated breath burns the shell of your ear, whispering, “Gonna hafta speak up, y’know? Unless ya want me to- fuck- it out- of you-”

And you always did surprise him. Because where the head of the Itadori clan expected to be met with a few sobs, a few pleas, you’re only straddling his toned hips tighter. 

Swervin’ your hips down in a dizzying figure-eight to help him stuff your cunt full of him. And even though it still wasn’t enough to bottom out completely, you look up at him through teary lashes. “I want both, Kuna.”

Sukuna’s pink lashes flutter, his breath catches. “Wh-what?” And he stutters. Oh, you’d made him stutter - just as nervous and awestruck as he was on your wedding night.

“Both.” You can only repeat the word.

Because at that very second– before your response has even graced his very ears, he’s rutting up into you like an animal. Like a dog in heat, Sukuna’s crushing your front to his abs and his cocks to your cunt.

Pap!

“Fuck…” He hisses at the sting of flesh slamming on flesh, “Eleven. What was that?”

And you’re being dumbified by the sheer stretch, not only had he started kissin’ your puckered pussylips with his second cock - he was starting to press inside. No hesitation, no waiting around for you to get used to the stretch. Sukuna was hungry. 

You somehow choke through wads of your own spit, “More- both- oh fuck!”

“What? S-say it again-” He’s like a broken record at this point, and so were his plunging cocks. Deeper n’ deeper. Your drivelling entrance was now stretched out so widely over the circumferences of his bases, sobbing just as much as you were. 

“Bo-”

“Twelve- again.”

It was a damn wonder that he could still spit out coherent words. Stammering. Heaving.

The hand of Sukuna’s that’d been caressing your front was now slithering down to cup both his shafts. Guiding them upwards to press in—“Gonna have ya take it a-all until here-” You snap your head down to see what he was talking about - only to catch a lil’ you’d missed in your observations of his size before. 

Those two ring tattoos at the base ends of his cocks.

The sight itself is so lecherous that it has you moaning- “Oh, yes- both.”

“Yeah? So sit pretty and take it, baby.” They were glistening with your sultry sap, nearly kissing your folds by now. “Allll the way until m’tattoos- got it, girl? Alllll the way until…” Stupidly, you’re nodding. And he can only breathe through clenched teeth, “Fuh-fuck! Thirteen.”

Thirteen.

Thirteen entire inches - each.

You’d finally reached the tattoos. And they were stuffed pretty n’ puffily inside you. Throb-throb-throbbing away against your every tiny orifice, Sukuna didn’t even have to try to mold your gooey cunt to him. 

As you open your mouth to demand him to move, he plunges in two of his thick fingers. Messily dragging himself towards the back of your throat, “Tch- such a dangerous fuckin’ mouth. M’gonna hafta fuck that outta ya.”

You’re whimpering, your jaw dangling agape perfectly for him to spit inside. And then his second mouth—targetting your pussy with a thick glue of spittle.

At least he was nice enough to give you an actual semi-warning this time.

Because before long, two hands are clawing at your sides. Pinning you down so that his two shafts can prick your cervix neatly, bottomed out and yet still trying to go deeper.

When he finds that futile, Sukuna bodily bounces you up n’ down his upright erections. “Oh my god- o-oh my god.” One of his angular shafts was bashing in your sponged cervix, and the other was just below n’ cutely rubbing on your g-spot. “Fuck it just feels so- good!”

“Aaaaatta girl, enjoy it.” With a hand on your throat, he bends you back into an arch. 

The pressure is almost too much - so much. You find your body naturally torn between running away and yearning for more, more, more. Though, luckily, the clan leader’s there to help you make that decision. “Nuh uh, no runnin’, baby. Put your back into it- taaaake it, you see how much she likes it?”

“Can- can hear-”

“Mhm—”

And truly, your overfilling pussy was so loud. Every splatter of precum inside you made the most primal squelches- and the volume? 

The sheer sploshes of his gooey translucent sap was enough to bloat your pussy. But now with two plump, vein-covered cocks of his probin’ your innards, he was fucking a tummy bulge into you. You gasp at the feeling, “I d-didn’t even know that was- hck! possible-”

“Heh, course it is—And y’know how to make that cute lil’ tummy bulge of yours even bigger?” Sukuna beckons you closer, like he’s about to tell you a secret.

Even though, really, he’s manhandling you like a ragdoll. Reeling you in until his scorched hot lips were grazing your own, murmuring. “I just…hafta…fuck a baby into you, my wife.”

Almost on cue - like a little preparation - both of his strawberry-red divots stream out a few beads of precum. Splattered against your walls, they drip n’ cream down the sides of your pussy and make you see stars. “I would like that- oh, I would- I would like that.”

“Mmm— and what about you?”

Evidently, your needy cunt’s in agreement, too. Because the wettest noises suddenly let off from between your legs- and only later do you realize that it wasn’t just because of how damp your pussy was. No, it was because of his second mouth.

Tonguing down the shimmery sheen of slick upon each of your thighs, he licks up every drop of juice you were leaking. Flicking the curly end of his tongue at your clit-

“Ah ah- focus on me.” Sukuna snaps you out of your high with a light spank on your slope, and a literal click of his fingers. 

“B-but how can I when it feels so goood—”

“So goooood, huh?” He drags it out purposefully, pressing his thumping veins against the roof of your channel. 

Sukuna knew the effect he had on you. He knew how to target your favorite spot in strikes so precise that it left your toes curling, vision flashing with white. “Tell me-” Right now, he had one hand smearing apart your folds to better let his tongue slip between them. Another two hands clung onto your waist to help you move, and the fourth and final was grabbing your face. Pushing your cheeks together pathetically, “Can’t focus? Awww, my poor wife. Are that- oh, useless at focusing on anything that isn’t my two c-cocks right now?”

“N-ngh, Kuna—” Cute. How cute. Your dilated pupils were swirlin’ in circles inside the whites of your eyes, comically pounded stupid after each stroke upon stroke.

“S’that the case, huh? Is that why my mouthy girl is so- oh, fuck- quiet now?” He’s almost snickering- it’s so ruthless. 

Heavy hips pressuring up into you. He was pounding you in rough thrusts, all the way from the mazing curve of his cockheads to those tickling tufts of pink at his very bottom. And Sukuna has the audacity to spit—“Fuck, mama. Do you even know your name right now?”

Your brain was too hazy, merely sparking with twitches of pleasure. You’re left blubbering nonsensically for a few seconds, until his tongue slaps your buttony clit. Startling you into answering, “I-I…”

“Heh, do you even know mine?”

“K-Kuna—” You might not remember your own name by now, but screaming Sukuna’s over n’ over had permanently branded his into your mind. 

And so you look up at your husband’s handsome, leering features for any recognition. Only to find him tutting, “Now now, how disa- oh, disappointing. I thought you’d most importantly know who I am, at least.”

“Then…clan leader?”

“Nuh uh.”

Pouting, “B-but ”

“B-b-b-but-” He’s mocking, buttery tongue now rubbin’ your nub raw. You felt overstimulated enough to press your chin between his puffy pecs, like cushions. Sheening out drool all over his skin- “Say my title before you cum, baby.” You listen with bated breath, “M’your husband. And m’always gonna be your husband.”

“M-my husband?” Your mouth drops - and you’re unsure whether it’s because of his words, or the sudden increase of his tempo. Hot and hard.

His twin, rock-hard crowns plummet all the way until you swear you can feel him poke your lungs. Throbbing at a thunderous staccato, he breathes—“Gonna be your husband that fucks you like th-thiiiis—” Punctuated by a few sloppy drags of his vein-decorated lengths, “Gonna be your husband that eats you out like m’starved.” A few hearts that he’s drawin’ on your clit with his extra prolonged tongue.

“Fuck- fuck I’m gonna—”

As your sobs break off, his roughened hand dips from your throat to the slick n’ precum dripping down your thighs. And you faintly notice the way he’s using the moisture to write out his own name—

Ryomen Sukuna. 

Signed off with a little heart on your skin, “And m’gonna be your husband that…” And a second heart right above where your womb was, where he was jackhammering into your womb like no other. Flooding it with copious knots of cum like he was practising for something else soon. 

Sukuna leans down sweetly so that his lips trace your earlobe, whispering. “-breeds this pretty pussy alllll full.” Tapping the front of your pussy, like he was just imagining it.

And that does it for you. That does it.

Before long your head falls into the crook of his neck with a dull thud, so utterly dumbified on your sudden orgasm that you can only blabber. “Kuna- Kuna—!” 

Your thighs were shaking, cunt fluttering with each spasm of pleasure.

And if Sukuna was going to fuck you through your high, he was going to fuck you through your high. Every probe of his rovering cocks increased your bliss tenfold, exact hits to your g-spot. 

Sobbing, “Please-” You can only hold onto his flexed, tattooed deltoids for dear life. Clawing down his skin due to the constant stimulation, you bow your spine backwards and meet his ferocious thrusts. Riding out the euphoria- spark after spark that made your toes curl.

Grunting, he just felt so used right now. And he loved it. “Yes yes yes- let this entire house know. Let that whole council ngh- hear how good of a husband I am to you.”

It lasts until you’re gurgling on your own whines, zaps of electricity still shooting from your cunt. “Let them-” And Sukuna dares to smush your tear-wettened cheeks together to coo, “Fuck, what’s that–? What’s that pretty mouth hafta- hngh, say t’me?”

And you somehow manage out, “I-inside.” A shaky hand of yours snakes down to part your pussylips wider, helping his roverin’ tongue. “My husband…”

Ryomen Sukuna’s eyes widen, his kiss-bitten lips part.

You could almost hear the deep, trembling gasp that he’s inhaling. Letting out only five words—“I l-love you, my wife.”

You aren’t granted the time to formulate a response- before his thick, battered cockheads start spilling out. Flooding your cunt in mere seconds, you’re just dripping down your thighs in thick clumps of his seed.

And his cursed mouth is more than happy to indulge in all the miry ribbons of sap, lickin’ all upwards until a thin, ivory gloss coats its lips. Sukuna looks down and groans, “Oh fuck- oh fuck fuck fuck fuck-”

His flush was scorching, face scrunched in pleasure. You’re purring, “You’re so pretty, baby—”

“Ah, m’so glad I married ya.” He can’t stop the lil’ confession that leaves his mouth. Heart too full- your cunt too full. And if you saw one of the strongest, most vicious clan leaders in existence smile through a fiery blush n’ his pussydrunk tears, then you mercifully don’t comment.

“M’glad I married you too, Kuna—” 

And you’d felt nothing like this before. Having his gluey cum splosh around inside of you, both of his lengths were shoved in so deeply that they were constantly coating your cervix in white. Your womb.

Your deepest orifices that leak out as Sukuna plants a hand on your tummy and presses, watching with bated breath as his seed gushes out of you like a waterfall. “Fuck- didn’t think it would be like th-this, ngh.” He was hypnotized, making an even bigger mess of you. “Didn’t think that it would be s-so…” Addictive.

He doesn’t finish his sentence. For now.

Red eyes teary, Adam’s apple gulping. You’d completely sucked him dry by the time that Sukuna was pulling out of you. The matching mushroom tips of his shafts twitching, reddened and sensitive. 

He hisses as they bob in the air for a few seconds, before-

“Kuna- oh, fuck.”

Before you were flipped over and pressed deep into the mattress. Your legs on his shoulders, your knees near your tits—and his mouth over your overstimulated cunt. 

Letting you cream all down his chin, Sukuna has to swat away his cursed mouth just to get a taste of you himself. And the moment his plush lips touch your glazed folds- you’re trying to run away. Failing. 

“Now now, my wife.” Being draaaaagged back down by all four of his big, beefy arms. Sukuna pecks exactly six open-mouthed kisses on your sloppy hole, his lengthy pinkish tongue coming out to sluuurp—“I remember something about…six heirs?”

Oh. 

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“Y’know, there’s really nothing wrong with impotency.”

Wasuke grunts, a few elders nod. “Agreed.”

“But maybe he’s taken a vow of celibacy-”

“Maybe his dicks fell off.”

“Choso Kamo!” It was never too early in the morning for Itadori Jin to squawk at his sons, especially when they were in the middle of what was undoubtedly an exceptionally important subject of conversation - the two of you. 

He wags his butter knife like a weapon, “We do not say those words in front of Yuji, and especially not in front of our toast.” Before reality sets in and he drags a hand down his face, “But yes…that is possible…”

Wasuke deems it to be the perfect time to chime in, “Bah! I don’t care if they fell off or if they multiplied- I just want grandkids.”

“Father, might I remind you that it was you who decided to interrupt their little moment last night?” A vein pops out beside Jin’s temple, and in his periphery can see the other guilty elders shift in their seats. 

The old man does, too, but still in denial. “Slander! That is propaganda that I will not be falling for-”

“Father, we have multiple eye witnesses. I am an eye witness.”

“And what were you doing spying with us?”

“…”

As Itadori Wasuke rests his case, the winding table falls into perhaps the first quiet of the morning. Somewhat tense. Somewhat anticipating. That is, until an oblivious Yuji nearly upturns his bowl of cereal to chime in—“Exorcist-”

“What? Choso, did you let him watch your-” Jin starts- and then stops. Because then he’s seeing exactly what his youngest son was looking at - you and Sukuna.

Well, more like you in Sukuna’s arms. It seemed that you were having some trouble waddling down the Estate’s multiple flights of stairs, painstakingly taking it one at a time to enter the dining room. And he has half the mind to nearly ask what’s wrong, perhaps even get up and help you himself- until he sees it.

Oh, it was hard to miss.

He sees it, and so does everyone else within a five mile radius: the bite marks, the bruises, the slight weariness in both your eyes from lack of sleep. It almost looked as if you two had been thrown to the wolves.

And his younger brother often did forgo a shirt for breakfast, but now he’d haphazardly thrown on a yukata. One that showed off such feral scratches disappearing down his back, his neck, fuck- maybe even his thighs?

Jin drops his butter knife, Choso exits the table, and Wasuke…was he even breathing? Hell, Jin was sure that a few of the surrounding elders had honest-to-heavens fainted right then and there.

Nearly everyone knew what happened.

Except for a beaming Itadori who was the first to gain your dual attentions, squealing out a “G’morning–!” that you both reciprocate in hushed, hoarse voices. Fuck, he even swears he heard Sukuna’s gruff baritone crack.

No one comments, of course, for the dark glint in their clan leader’s eyes promised sure death if they did. Though, Jin does roll his eyes at a few of the whispering council members—

“What a glorious, wonderful day it is. I truly do believe in miracles-”

“My bets are on a girl- but a boy would also be-”

“Akon worked?”

He doesn’t think he can judge, though. Not when he’s immediately pulling out his phone to text Yuji’s teacher, Haibara, about the salacious new updates. Ah, can you blame him? You two would make the prettiest lil’ babies. 

Finally, you and Sukuna finally take your seats at the clan table. Grinning. And by the looks on your faces, Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t impotent. Not at all. 

Though, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

The Itadori family sips their tea.

A/N. *Also sips tea* Hope you have a lovely week!

You balk—what was that supposed to mean?

Geto huffs out in priggish laughter like he could read that exact sentiment on your face. Instead, turning back to the group surrounding you two, clutching feathered fans and flutes of champagne like it would hide the way they were listening in.

And oh, were they listening in.

The twirling couples on the dance floor were ebbing themselves closer and closer towards your corner of the gathering just to overhear. Dukes upon ladies upon elderly merchants were stuffing themselves behind the draperies and seasonal lilies - all to bear witness to your brush with him.

It was common knowledge among The Ton that the viscount of the Geto Estate and the viscountess of yours - well, you - would rather trek through mud than even bear to stand in the same room. Something about old family disputes and a few business dealings gone wrong - as long as you two didn’t have to speak to one another, then all was…tolerable.

Which was impossible when it just-so-happened that you both were debuting yourselves in the market for marriage this season.

Coincidentally. 

And it’s a wonder that you can stare up into his handsome face and not want to slap it. Scowling, “If you believe that for even one second I would consider being bedded by you-”

“Of course not.” The dark-haired man waves off, baritone lilting into that teasing purr it does whenever he knows he’s about to leave you seething. “The Ton might know me to be a rake, but not even I should fall so low.”

A few whispers pluck up, even louder than the orchestra. But you only raise a challenging brow, meeting Geto’s half-lidded gaze head-on. “Is that why you stare at me so?”

“Hm?” Geto tilts his head, and his long, long braid of inky hair sways behind him. Leaning in with an almost-believable look of confusion, “How so?”

“You’re aware how so, Lord Geto. You’re doing it at this very moment.”

“I fear I am befogged, My-”

Another step.

Out of pure pride, you physically stop yourself from taking a step back- “Not-”

Another. 

“My Lady.” 

And another. 

Geto Suguru was fully in your line of vision now, obscuring your sight of the wide-eyed aristocrats around you both. And you could hear your etiquette tutor screaming bad manners at you inside your head as you freeze, almost chest-to-chest with the most alluring bachelor of this soirée. Perhaps even this season, though the sane part of you would not admit that.

And you could take in each and every detail of him.

From the broad, towering stature of his body, fitting out his intricate black n’ gold suit so sensually, at least a head above most of the audience- to the strands of raven hair framing his cheekbones. He had plush lips that were so rude, and delicate features that might have been carved by the devil himself. You almost understood why it was claimed that several ladies fainted each time he stepped into a room.

Geto Suguru was beautiful.

And he was staring down at you like he knew of his effect, so close that you could count each inkling of grey in those amethyst irises.

“Enlighten me.” Geto hums, scorched breath heating your face. His tone dips low—“How do I look at you, pretty lady?”

You have to force your larynx to strangle out, “Like- like you wouldn’t mind if I boxed your ears for calling me that.”

He looks like he expected no less of you. “What a dangerous mouth.” And could not be any happier than he was now. Before you can even think, Geto sweeps your right hand into his and plants a second, soft kiss. “Yet, indeed I would not mind, My Lady.”

Somewhere behind you, you’re hearing a few elderly ladies laugh fondly, as if the pair of you were the sweetest courting couple. 

And Geto straightens his tall figure back, tipping his head in a bow. “I bid you the most excellent season.”

You narrow your stare, “And to you, Lord.” Under your breath- “Uncouth fellow.”

Under his- “Bluestocking.”

“Rake.”

“Prude.” 

“Cease it.”

He bats his lashes innocently, volume raising just a pitch. “May you find a husband just as…charming as you, pretty lady.”

You smile back, “And may you find any wife at all, Lord Geto.”

His dark brows raise, cheeks tinting red just slightly—before Geto waltzes back into some other corner of the heavily-decorated hallway - surely to sweet-talk more débutantes than he can possibly remember. 

You’re left, slightly breathless, as you turn back to your little group. Now tittering amongst themselves as the crowd begins to disperse, whispering. 

This season was undoubtedly in full swing.

“Well…” You’re starting, more to cut through their nonsensical rigmarole than anything. You tip back your glass of champagne in one gulp, “With that blessing, I believe it is certain that I shan’t find a husband this season.”

Oh, how mistaken you were.

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Dearest gentle reader,

While you may have been reading Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo & Juliet’, the most fortunate Ton attending last night’s soirée were living in it. And where scandal waltzes, Viscount Geto Suguru is most sure to ask for a dance.

Handsome, alluring, and sly as a cat; this author’s reliable informants have whispered that only one feigns allergy to his lordship’s charms. Yes, gentle reader, our one and only headstrong viscountess found herself pulled into the midst of Lord Geto’s courtship, despite their famous family feud.

Those who happened upon the interaction shared sordid details of the blossoming couple’s plans to—forgive my forwardness—bed, and the viscount’s notorious flirtations. Gentlemen, this author kindly suggests that you surrender your bouquets, because witnesses claim that Viscount Geto was all the viscountess could speak of all night.

Of course, his lordship was no better with her. It leaves no question why both heads of estate have debuted in unison. 

I, for one, cannot contain myself at the thought of perhaps the most promising match of the season.

Yours Truly, 

Lady Whistledown.

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“Quite the news this fine day, don’t you think?”

“Of course you would be the type to read a washrag such as those papers.” You don’t greet Viscount Geto Suguru at the horse races, and he doesn’t seem inclined to greet you, either. “Does it help memorize your prospects?”

Whether it be out of pure petty regards, or the fact that the crowd surrounding you two was gawking at the conversation, you were unsure. And you find your fist clenching into the fabrics of your silken riding robes, realizing that so many onlookers had scrambled and piled to seat themselves next to you. And that left only one open seat - next to him.

With as much of a dignified huff as you can muster, you sit next to Geto and swear you hear a few gasps from behind. Training your eyes firmly on the ready line of horses ahead, perhaps if you pretended that he was a tree stump you were seated beside and nothing more-

“How should you know they’re washrags unless you’ve read them, too?”

Your head snaps towards Geto- only to find that he was already looking at you. Rosy lips curled till there was a dimple at the edge of his smirk, eyes twinkling. 

You sputter hotly- “Wh-what?”

He’s repeating, despite it behind a rhetorical question. “How should you know they’re washrags unless you’ve read them, too?” The viscount tips his high hat back so he can twist his features with mock curiosity, leaning in. “Does it help memorize my prospects, My Lady?”

“Your prospects are of no concern to me, Lord Geto.”

“Is that so?”

“My Estate was simply in uproar at my association with such an ignoramus fellow such as yourself, of course.” You’re looking down at him somehow, even though he managed to tower his frame above yours. Shoulders against shoulders. Scoffs against scoffs. “My poor ears had no choice but to be punished with those fibs this morning.”

And it was quite true…almost.

With the mantle of head falling on you, your family weren’t ones to question your choices in dalliances. No matter how…questionable.

So when you’d been delivered your copy of Lady Whistledown’s society papers, you’d expected to see yourself in it. Perhaps a line or two about the altercation with Geto - at most, a paragraph.

But finding the story spun to last the entirety of the scandal sheets left your poor Estate rumbling at the impact of your scream. Hell, one of your attendants had sent urgent summons for the palace healer - and your friend - Shoko.

Only for her to smack a cold washcloth over your forehead and threaten you to stop reading.

Too late; you’d already flipped through all there was to - and so had half the kingdom, certainly. You had not found yourself in the middle of Geto’s courtship, you had not talked about plans of bedding. 

And you had most definitely not spoken of him all night - it was miffed complaining! Only complaints! You two were far from the most promising match of the season. And at this rate, you would find yourself unwed and squabbling with a certain viscount till you were aged.

In fact, the reason you found yourself early at the horse races was for the sole purpose of forgetting that those papers ever existed - and Geto. 

Unfortunately for you, he seemingly had the very same idea. And here was the pretty, buttoned-up problem, startling you out of your whirlwind of thoughts with two fingertips tracing the shell of your ear.

Pointer and middle, tracing the shape like a frigid breeze. 

“Poor ears. Poor ears indeed.” Geto tuts, and you could catch the snicker threatening to break across his maw. “So it was merely a soirée tale that you were speaking of me all night, My Lady?”

Something at the pit of your stomach lurches, and your words come out higher than they usually were. “But of course. Surely you can’t be that involved with yourself to believe that you were all I could think of all night?” You’re sure that you’re being watched now, instead of the awaiting race.

And at his shrug you find yourself almost incredulous - almost wondering. “Why, then am I to believe that you spoke of me all night, like the papers claimed?”

Another infuriating shrug - and you don’t know whether it’s the mere action or the absence of an answer that leaves you biting back an audible groan. A strange part of you almost wanted to know. 

“Fear not, you will find out, I assure you.” Almost like he was reading your face, Viscount Geto glances at you - then back at the race. 

You hated to admit it, but he had chosen the perfect seat. It was in the very first row, with your line of vision optimally falling upon the kicking horses, readying for sprint. It was one that you would have chosen yourself - and, often, you did. Except for the days that Geto Suguru had arrived first to the races, and you had to situate yourself yards away, of course.

The dark-haired man stands up and continues, “In a bet.” 

“A bet? And I am to trust you?”

“Believe it to be but business.” Strong arm stretching out to point, you reluctantly follow his finger to the stark white stallion in the far corner of the starting line. Keen eyes yellowish, long mane coiled. “I wager that the Geto Estate’s Rainbow Dragon shall beat yours in this race. In the rare instance I lose, I shall share the answer you seek.”

You, of course, would never be left behind. And you stand up yourself, toe-to-toe.

You’re staring at your own estate’s horse - your short-haired, cream Manta Ray. It would be a close one. You’re feeling anticipation bubble up inside you as the announcer raises his pistol to the sky, finger tracing the trigger in a signal to start. “And if, heavens forbid, you win?”

Geto’s lips curl up in a smile. “The two of us shall cross that bridge when we come to it, pretty lady.”

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Dearest gentle reader,

Yesterday’s races ended in a sweep-all for the Geto Estate’s Rainbow Dragon, as my avid horse-racing readers may already be aware. But like all good gossip of the season, it doesn’t simply end there!

Lord Geto Suguru was witnessed not only basking in the victory of his stallion - but also his latest blossoming courtship. The Ton was positively abuzz at the presence of the viscountess, and it is rumored that the very special pair were discussing the announcement of their engagement. Why, this author has her pen at the ready if the lord and lady wish for a certain set of papers to report on their romantic activities. 

However, some of my informants swear that the couple was seen in a muddy squabble towards the end of the race, and it is certain that agreeing upon wedding decorations is difficult for even the most fated of matches. Isn’t it a passion that just makes one swoon?

But patience is a virtue, dear reader. And, for now, we will have to wait to see this wedding come to fruition. 

Until then, I suggest you don your finest silks, tinker your most exquisite embroidery, and practise those curtsies - for this author has reason to believe that Her Majesty’s watchful eye will soon gaze at The Ton in search for her new Diamond of the season!

Yours Truly, 

Lady Whistledown.

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It was not a bridge that should have been crossed.

It was a bridge that should have been deconstructed, made a mull, and absolutely burned. 

At least, Viscount Geto Suguru imagines that’s what you must have been pondering that day after the races. After all, there’s not much else that would provoke the notoriously level-headed viscountess into storming away so fast that you’d nearly planted right into a spectacular pool of mud.

(You had, in reality - and so had he, in his valiant attempts to save you. But there was a silent understanding between the both of you to pretend that didn’t quite happen, and that neither had been drenched in clumps of mud that day.)

But it was all to be blamed on his immediate request upon winning the wager, as if he had kept this in mind all along. His request: for you to join him at the upcoming Royal Diamond Ball. 

Join him.

Not simply as a reluctant acquaintance, not even as an unlikely cordial friend. But on Geto Suguru’s arm. 

But that was a week ago. And here you were. 

Your fingers quivering on his firm, bulging bicep through his velvet jacket. Being escorted inside the ball by the very man you’ve despised for so long.

It was gorgeous, and even more. Spirals of florals cascaded from each nook and cranny of the enormous chamber, lit with flickering candles that illuminated the ballroom like miniature suns. It was Spring, diamonds, and the thrill of heady romance. The dazzling silks of each débutante fought for attention - and yet, it was stolen instantly by you.

It was like the orchestra had suddenly drowned their music underwater the moment you two made your grand entrance; every dancing couple misstepped, every mouth gaped mid-sentence or mid-bite, every pair of eyes snapped to you.

You swear, by the far end of the royal ballroom, you could see Her Majesty the Queen straighten upon her throne to steal a closer look.

Fuck.

“Why, as expected, we’re all The Ton shall gossip about for weeks, My Lady.” Geto’s confident croon graces your ears, and he suavely leads you to one gilded corner.

Standing beside you, he bears no hesitation before leaning in- shoulders brushing shoulders, the viscount’s deep voice curling around your eardrums. Slow. Almost sensual. “You shine everyone else down, pretty lady.”

“Shamming it with flattery won’t win me over.” You’re massaging your temples, weary.

“I could never lie to you.”

It had been a week of this.

A week of having the notorious Geto Suguru make each of your attendants swoon with his mere presence inside your Estate. A week of him driving you positively crazed, teasing you with that coy mouth until you snapped. A week of him observing you, hard enough that once Geto had presented you with a dark blue satin gown for tonight, studded with tiny diamonds - it had your perfect measurements.

It was tailored to you, and it tailored him to you.

And he was proudly running his thumb down the sleek fabric of his waistcoat, the same shade as your dress. Long hair tied back, medals dazzling. “I believe I always have been honest with you, My Lady. In every instance but one.” Silently, he stares at the dancefloor behind him as the orchestra muses out a slow, romantic waltz. Then back at you, with an open palm and a deep bow- “May I have this dance?”

“You wish to dance with me?” Almost balking.

He pretends to give a sweeping look around the hall, “I see no other prettier lady, nor one I would like to dance with.”

“And I see no gentleman I wish to dance with. At all.”

“Oh, my apologies.” Geto edges closer, and you already know the next words to befall from his mouth won’t bode well for you. “I have failed to realize that you are frightened.”

Scoffing, “Frightened of dancing with you? Oh, please-” You’re carefully watching the playful raise of his dark eyebrows. The way his palm curls open in your direction ever-so-slightly - yet, still not completely, as if he was the one almost frightened. 

And you can only nod. “Fiend seize it- but only because it wouldn’t do well for you to go without dancing the entire night, your prospects shall be rather put off.”

“I am honored by your benevolence, My Lady.”

“Charmed.”

“Smitten.”

“Cease.”

Tentatively, you’re led to the middle of the ballroom.

Where Geto was slowly - almost agonizingly - stepping into your heated proximity. His near-trembling hand falls upon your waist, the other clasping your hands.

And, sweetly, you’re being twirled. Your feet instinctually find their rhythm with the lilting melody, forming little boxes as you’d been taught during dance classes upon classes - never touching, constantly orbiting each other.

“Curious.” You’re the first to speak, staring into Geto’s lowered, questioning eyes, “I believed you would be more…” Trailing off at the gentle, gentle drag of his hand down the back of your bodice. “-uncouth.”

He tugs you even closer, “Would you like me to be?”

“It would be better if we leave the scandals to the wed.” Squirming in his arms, you somehow manage to burrow yourself even deeper. And you can feel the whispers, the eyes-

“Should you wish us to be?”

Breath catching, “What?”

“F-forgive me-” And there’s something you can’t quite understand in his pupils as he looks away, though that only displays the burning rouge of Geto’s high cheekbones. “I jest-”

“You find amusement in enraging me, don’t think I haven’t noticed, Lord Geto.” His predatory eyes widen. You dare to tuck a palm onto his cheek and make him look at you, an action that sets the gallery alight with whispers. “But right now, I do not believe you jest. Or should the reputed rake of the season fear speaking his mind with a prospect?”

It was in the way his face was scarlet, in the thud-thud-thud of his heart beating through his chest. And in the way that you had made Geto Suguru of all people stutter.

The crowd bustles ever-closer, craning their bedazzled necks to spy a better look when Geto tucks his sizzling face into the crook of your neck. Whispering, “Of course I fear you.” Scandalous, and yet, neither of you could bring yourselves to care at this very moment. “Of course. Oh, you’re no prospect, you’re the bane of my existence.”

And then the viscount hums gutturally - drinking in your scent, your slight gasp. He lets it all out into the skin of your throat—“But no. No, I do not jest at all, My Lady.” 

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Geto Suguru has been in love with you since the very moment he laid eyes on you.

All those years ago. Since the moment he’d attended the horse races as the all-new viscount of the Geto Estate- only to wind up seated next to you, the equally fresh viscountess who won the race that day and didn’t hesitate to goad in his face. To challenge him. To scoff at his flirtations.

But, right now, he believes himself to be almost as deeply in-love with the pretty, pretty wet noises he was pulling out of you.

“N-ngh, mmm, Lord Geto-” Skirts pooling around you. Thrown over the armrest of a couch in some hidden-away gazebo of the royal gardens. “Fuck!”

All Geto has to do is drag the rough, honed edge of his thumb between the swollen lips of your pussy before you’re gushing. The slimy stream of slick that makes the viscount lick his lips greedily, “You utter my last name even whence I’m between your legs, My Lady?”

Barely - just barely - you manage to raise your head mere inches off of the dampened cushion. 

Whirling it over your shoulder to where Geto was kneeled on the floor from behind, “W-would you rather I call you a hngh- ‘buzzard’ or a ‘chit’, then?”

“Now, isn’t that simply hurtful—” He’s crooning out, and something in his voice was dangerously husky. And the next few syllables escaping his smoky throat were barely even audible past the embarrassing squeeeelch of your thin undergarments being tugged to the side. Snapping the side of your thighs- “What do we say, hm?”

“S- oh! S-” Strangling out moans at the feeling of the chilly night air tickling your slope.

He’s edging even closer, tendrils of his breath heating up your wet pussy. He was so ravenous that specks of Geto’s dewy drool dripped down onto your legs. “Yeeees–?”

“Cease it!”

The very moment that response is being mumbled from your lips, Geto’s departing something from his - a large, sticky wad of spit that splashes between your sultry pussylips. He’s sticking a thumb between your folds and watching as his mess webs up your entrance.

“Forgive me, I must clean that mouth o’ yours up, pretty lady.” Before striking your cunt with yet another wet hit of saliva. “Again.” And another. “Again-”

You’re whimpering, spine arching into the perfect curvature on top of the loungechair. And Geto only swabs his thumb on the fleshy insides of your pussylips, teasingly. Grunting, “Such a wanton mouth on ya.”

“Please-” You could feel his flicking lips reaching closer, mere millimeters away just to make you sob in need. “Please- I only have so much patience-”

“I’m well aware-” And before you know it, your pussy’s being stained with another knotted glob of saliva. And as you moan, he’s snickering- “Consider that revenge for the harm you’ve done to my- oh, heart. And this…”

The way that he’s then easily sinking in nose-deep was just pure greed.

Raw, primal; the minute that Geto’s scratchy taste buds hit the front of your cunt, he’s slickly slipping and easing his tongue in everywhere. Anywhere. 

Poking n’ prodding. 

Lapping up every ounce of slick clinging to your pussy like he was a man dying of thirst- and he was addicted to your hot core. Oh, he was addicted. Your knees drag on the couch cushion once Geto takes ahold of your waist and hauls you deeper down onto his handsome face.

“Mmmm–” His glossy, puckered lips slurp at the wet folds of your pussy. You’re feeling the underside of his tongue slither down to flick at your clit and makes you drool - from both sets of lips. “She’s more hah- honest than you. Aren’t you, pretty lady?”

The straight line of his nose bridge tucks in even deeper, in such a lecherous way you feel so stuffed. “I-I’m not-”

“Not you.” And you could almost hear the roll of his hazed peripherals. 

The smug, sleazy grin across his face as Geto tickles your glistening hole with his tongue. You were clenching ‘round nothing, feeling such a delicious streeeetch once he’s pumping inside. Muffling out- “Her.”

And the Lord Geto Suguru that you knew was suave. He was smooth. 

But the man between your honeyed legs was simply messy– just thrust after aching thrust of his maw. Geto’s attractive jawline was stretched so wiiide open, damn near swallowing you whole. He flattens his tongue just to pry apart your walls - again.

And again. “Aren’t you?” And again. Letting off some of the most sinful noises that make your heart race, “Aren’t you, pretty lady?”

Calling your treacly pussy by that nickname that drove you wild. 

“Who’d have thought that you’d be oh- hiding suuuuuch a gorgeous, gorgeous lady under all that snark and mouth.” Almost grumbling at the fact that he wasn’t granted this chance earlier.

“Heavens- you’re f-fast-” And Geto’s rovering his gaped mouth all over, not leaving even an inch of your outer pussy. 

Mercilessly, he’s thrashing his textured tongue on the roof of your cunt and you have to throw your hand behind you and shove back at his forehead.

Unsure whether you wanted to hold him or push him away.

But you didn’t have to choose - Geto’s making the choice for you. 

In a swift instant, he’s fighting against your strength and gnawing down on the thin fabric of your underwear. Murmuring, “And- these-” Soon enough you’re hearing the sharp rip-rip-riiiip of him tearing your undergarments with his mouth. “-skirts.”

“Suguru–!” You’re trilling out, watching as Geto spits out the tattered remnants of your panties. 

Quickly, both his hands smear open your bloated pussylips. And he doesn’t waste a second - not even a nanosecond - before diving deeper. 

All bared open for him, he’s flopping out his lengthy tongue to soften up your tight hole. Making you feel his flicking, wet crown with thrust after thrust- “You’re so- soooo fucking wet.”

“You’re- hah!” Choking on both sobs n’ whines as his perky tastebuds sizzle against the sweet spots of your walls, Geto was fucking you with his tongue the way he was aching to with his cock. “-talking f-far more than you should, Lord Suguru.”

“And what shall you do about it, My Lady?”

He was about to find out.

Oh, he didn’t have a clue. 

The viscount was practically stunned as you immediately lurch your hips away, chasing your pussy with a pathetic whine.

But you’re holding firm- dragging him up by the intricate, posh lapels of his jacket. You’re helping Geto impatiently lay himself down on the couch, face straddled between your two thighs. Backwards.

So his mouth was hovering underneath your pussy, and yours was gulping impatiently as you struggled with the buckles of his dress pants. Such a lewd sixty-nine position that made him crane his head up n’ lick between your tender folds with a whimper, “Mmm, let me partake in my dessert at once, My Lady.”

“Patience is a virtue.” You tut, finally succeeding in undressing his lower half. And oh-

Oh, fuck.

You gape. 

Geto Suguru…was huge. 

About eight, perhaps even nine solid inches that throbbed even fatter the more intensely you were staring at him. Huge and pretty- the first thing you’re making out is the ruby-red cap of his shaft, glossy with a syrupy layer of precum. 

Your needy thumb wipes it off, only to have Geto’s leaky orifice weep out even more of his sticky sap. Drip-dripping down the ridges of his thick cock, travelling between his four prominent veins, disappearing into his slightly unruly tuft of jet black at the base. They looked like they’d positively ruin you from the inside out.

And Geto was bucking up like he wanted to do exactly that. 

“‘Nough-” He’s cutting himself off with a gasp, “Enough admirin’, fuck! Just- oh.”

So, so sensitive. You’re blowing your heated air down on the mushroomy tip of Geto’s erection, and watching as he sprays out in pre. 

Grinning, “Language. Seems like someone was on the verge of cumming in their pants, Lord Suguru.”

“I’ve fucked my fist raw to the image of your furious face at the- hngh, races that day, My Lady. Have mercy.” He’s babbling out, such pure honesty from just how pussydrunk he was. With your pussy mere millimeters away and dripping like a waterfall into his mouth.

The top of Geto’s tongue spanks down on your teary slope the very moment that he perks his hips up. Pre-glazed tip swabbing your lips like those shimmering lipstains you’ve seen some other nobles wear.

He feels the hot cavern of your mouth plop! down on the thickness of his cockhead and titters, “I should do well to wax that chatty mouth of yours shut, yes?”

The only response you can force your body to even do is to bully your hips down in a lewd attempt to suffocate the rude words spilling from Geto’s mouth.

Pushing down. Dragging your cunt sloppily. You think he might sputter, you think he might even choke out a slight protest- but what you certainly didn’t expect the viscount to do was to anchor your grinding hips with his two hands.

Shoving you deeper down his ajar maw. And you swear you feel him gasp out a little—“S-suffocate me.”

Groaning into the flared ridge of his dick, you’re swirlin’ your textured tongue around a few times. Before having done enough damage - because Geto was simply left rutting his hips primally. Unlatching, “Wh-what-”

“Suffocate me, My Lady.”

He doesn’t stutter, he doesn’t even set himself free for air—he’s only forking his tongue between that first rim of muscle. Licking up your walls, reaching for your heart. Again n’ again until it’s all loosened up enough for two of Geto’s slender, doughy fingertips to bludgeon against. 

Pap after slimy pap of his fingerpads, “Open up, pretty lady.” Wheezing against the outer part of your pussy, “Since you like- ngh- talkin’ so much- fuck! Open those pretty lips up for me, I beg.”

Sensually, ever-so-sensually, his knobbly digits are stirrin’ inside. 

He’s pricking his crowned fingers against each and every spot inside you, half-thrusting back just to fit even deeper. And it sounds out just deafening squelches.

Spurred on - you couldn’t fall behind to Viscount Geto. In a split-second, your lecherous tongue dangles out, tracing the pulsating veins simply covering his cock. 

The patterns of his length scrape spots inside of you that you weren’t even aware existed, and Geto didn’t have to fuck his mazing cock up into your mouth to have you choking. To have you cryin’ at the probe of his merciless cockhead. 

“H-hck!” Sobbing out, you’re suckin’ a few inches of his ramrod erection like your favorite ice cone. And he was just so big that the insides of your cheek streeetch out farther than you ever knew possible, “Two can play ngh- games like so.”

“Just like I claimed. How daaaangerous this unlady-like mouth of yours ngh- is.” As his middle and his ring finger pump into your velvety insides, Geto twists his thumb ‘round to press on your throbbing clit. 

All at the same time. 

Watching with a grin once you’re shrilling out in utter pleasure, white flashing behind your eyes. He’s spitting once more, letting a fragile string of spittle connect your cunt to each lick after lavish lick. You whine, “P-please, My Lord.”

Ah- 

Geto’s glassy eyes roll to the back of his skull. 

He keeps trying to breathe- but his body won’t even let him. Geto’s suffocating himself on your pussy, cock twitching right near the back of your throat.

You’re relaxing your neck to lodge him even deeper as you constantly moan and moan those very same words - My Lord - and he feels like he’s on the verge of fainting. Fast. 

He has to do something. Faster. 

Before you can brace yourself, the viscount swiftly slips off the family signet ring on his left hand. Pushing it onto the index finger of his right and bullying it between your folds.

Making sure that your cunt walls feel every frigid groove, “F-fuck! Feels good, huh?” At your dazed moans, “Accept my betrothal and I shall don more than one ring. And if you can- hah, take me on, pretty lady, you can take this-” He’s bucking up meaningfully, buttery tip bruising the roof of your mouth. Watching you flutter ‘round his ring, he can’t help but lap at your sloppy hole once more. “And then….fuck…”

And then he’s pumping his ravenous fingers inside even harder. Rough enough that the mountains of his knuckles sting, being slammed red on the folds of your pussy.

Geto’s cocktip pummels the soft back of your throat and you buck down in need- accidentally rovering his ringed fingers ever-deeper. Pushin’ his golden ring against the splotchy area of your g-spot, “O-oh my god, Suguru—”

“Th-there.” He’s breathing out, raggedly. Eyes widening. And as soon as Geto discovers your most favorite spot, he’s obsessed. “This is for the way you’ve been- been driving my screws loose for, ngh, years.”

He’s jerking his slick-soaked wrist into the perfect angle to swab your cute insides, you’re just crying out prettily after each scratch of his fingerpads. “This is for all the horse races I’ve oh- lost to you.” Pump after pump. He spits once more on your wettened pussy and growls, “And mm- this is for the way you make a fool of me, without even trying.”

“C-can’t help it-” Gurgling, the deepest corners of your throat were all flooded with the caramel salt taste of his precum. And yet, you were indignant despite the dizzying movements of his tongue.

Another slap of his scratchy underside, Geto was rovering his mouth so deep that you’re struck with the point of his chin. Almost punishing. “This is for how insatiable you leave me.”

“Please-” You’re jerking atop him at the flashes of bliss, hands struggling to cup his swollen balls. They’re so heavy in your palms as you massage, struggling out- “I believe I’m…”

“Ohhh— what’s that?” And it takes a few more squelching noises, a few more nods of Geto’s flushed face for you to realize that he wasn’t even talking to you. It was back to your sopping wet pussy, plugging each orifice up with both his fingers n’ his flicking tongue. “Yeah- yeah, and this is for how long you’ve held this pretty lady out from me.”

“Please-”

Three-more repeated slams, you’re pushed so close to the edge by now that even the slightest motion makes your pussy weep. Geto huffs at the pearly slick coating him, tongue gifting a fat thrust just to feel your cute clenches. “And this is for making me fall in, ngh, love.”

“I shan’t last-”

“Why don’t you apologize, viscountess Geto?”

You’re practically ripping yourself off of his strawberry-red tip, your maw stupidly opening ‘round a few wanton syllables- “I’m s-sor-”

And, in reality, Geto doesn’t let you apologize. Of course, he doesn’t let you. 

Why should he make you apologize for putting him in a position like this? One that was precisely where he carnally desired to be.

Your voice breaking mid-sentence, within a few seconds he’s forcing in a fourth finger and straightly rummaging your g-spot. Racing straight towards where your hot, puffy core needed him the most. And you’re feeling the four thud-thud-thud-thuds against your bundle of nerves, skirting down your slippery walls to reach for your womb.

It’s enough to push you over the edge, your abdomen bursting with white-hot pleasure. Babbling, “I’m orgas- oh, mm-” Body wrenching stupidly on top of his muscular core, “Cum—ing, My Lord.”

Your toes curl, mouth wafting down to the very tip-top of Geto’s veiny cock without even realizing. It’s as if your entire body was set alight with just how good you felt like this.

And he’s just so focused on fucking you through peak after peak. Mentally counting the seconds between each lurch of your hips, you’re riding his pretty face sloooooppily. 

So hypnotic that he barely even registers it once your swollen, puckered lips reach for the rock-hard tip of his shaft. Placing such a sweet, loving peck—“S-Sugu—”

The first thing you see is white- buzzing inside your vision after each bang of Geto’s fingerpads on your g-spot. And then the next creamy white you’re spotting is from the leaky end of his cock- spurt after spurt of ribbony cum.

The viscount completely drenches the lower half of your face, just from you kissin’ on him like that. Over and over- you half wonder whether it hurts for him to stuff out such sheer volumes. 

Thick, gooey clumps of seed stick to your lips, and Geto groans as he feels it splatter down onto his toned pelvis. Creating a little puddle that you’re smearing with your thumb, after his spraying cockhead was finished. You plop your glazed fingertip into your mouth and shoot Geto a look over your shoulder, “Wh-what was that about- hah, revenge, My Lord?”

His half-lidded pupils dilate, practically heart eyes by this point.

“I-I…”

Throat husky, voice botched. The suave, swift smooth-talker barely gets out two syllables before tearing off his coats, his layers. Swiftly wrenching you upwards onto his naked body: your back against his flexed abs. 

He was just Herculean, from the naturally chiselled ridges of his core, to the blush that was taking over his pecs. The long tendrils of his raven hair tickle your spine as you’re pinned backwards.

Geto’s hands twitch where they clung onto your waist- almost as if they were about to flip you over. To bend you down, down, down in half like he’s always wanted to.

But one look at your beautiful, shaken features and the viscount is sure he won’t last.

And he did want to make a good impression, after all. He could cum just from seeing your face too close up.

So Geto’s pryin’ apart your shaky legs with a swat of his palms, buttering up your soppy slit with the crowned edge of his shaft.

“O-oh.” Your mouth drops at the sheer size difference, you swear he must have swollen even bigger since pliably manhandling you into this position. Because the massive girth of Geto’s reddened, rock-hard cock was intimidating in comparison with the circumference of your slick hole.

As red as a few luscious strawberries, and just as plump.

His glistening cocktip slides down your folds, struggling to stuff himself between them - and you wonder whether you could even take him.

“Nonsense, pretty lady.” Did you dare utter that out loud? He spanks your sap-flooded cunt once with the curve of his length and makes you squirm. “You shall take it. You shall.” Unsure whether he was talking to you or your pussy. And yet, he sounds so reassuring. 

So breathy.

So ruined.

You’re swivelling your head behind to look at Geto, and his cock twitches at the eye contact- oh.

It’s only then that you realize it’s not high, needy reassurance seeping into Geto’s rough tone - it was primal need. And you can’t help but press back into his glissading pecs, cushioning his heated length with your thighs. “And what if I shan’t?”

Geto wheezes, “But-”

“Where are those lordly manners?”

Geto near-sobs, “Please!”

So complacent. There’s no other fight, you’re only gasping once two greedy palms wrench apart your thighs and immediately sinks his ravaging cock inside. 

And you ponder whether you might have to be the one begging for mercy at his sheer size. 

The globed, fleshy knob of Geto’s shaft unsticks your gummy walls, clinging onto him like bubblegum. You’re being molded to his very size without even trying - with only a few rapid, urgent half-thrusts just to fit inside. 

He wasn’t even pounding up into you properly, and yet the viscount already had you stupidly drooling with a few strokes. Pump after pump- he grips onto your thighs and glues you to his muscular body. 

“Please- p-please.” The haughty noble simply couldn’t stop, crushing you to him. Holding you still just to bump your entire body up with pressurized pumps. 

About two more inches of Geto’s veiny cock gets sucked up by your cunt and he finds his temples sweating. Dark brows scrunched, face flushed. “I desire to be- inside- all of it, haaah.” The overworked edge of his tongue darts out and tastes the tears trailing down your face, ones you didn’t even realize were there yet. “So- so incredibly. You don’t understand, I’ve a-always desired to be inside you like this, My Lady.”

And the line of Geto’s slit was so pretty when you gazed closely at it earlier, but right now it just felt so mean engraving up n’ down the roof of your cunt.

As if that wasn’t sinful enough, one of his palms unlatches from where he was spreading your unstable legs apart. Flattening on top of your tummy, and feeling for the proooobing push of his fat cock easing inside.

Geto presses down on that cylindrical outline with a groan, “I believe you’ve finally- hah, beaten me, viscountess.”

Although it certainly didn’t feel that way.

Geto Suguru had you cornered. All wrapped up in his big, beefy arms- you were seeing stars with every slight buck of his ravaging cock. 

Filling you up from the inside - and as if his staggering size wasn’t enough, cobwebs of precum n’ cum were sploshing around your innards by now. Filling up your tiniest crevices, his cockhead spears into you like a flashlight in search of your g-spot. In search of the bottom of your pussy. 

Twitching, leaking, blushing.

You’re reaching your hand out and half-blindly intertwining them with his. Squeezing- and that makes Geto flush.

It makes him instantly drill his toned hips upwards in a singular, rigid jackhammer. Geto immediately skids his plump cock against your sweetest spot, hard enough to make you bawl. Hard enough that the rickety lounge creaks in protest.

“I-I’ve sunken in…” He’s breathing, something airy in his tone. Something akin to disbelief. 

As if to make sure, your viscount rovers his length even deeper- feeling for that slimy trailway by pressing down on your stomach. Your toes curl, the dual pressure of both his palm and his girth making your mind spin. “I’ve really- really-”

“Yes- hck!”

He can’t even have you speak like this. Can’t even let you breathe.

The muscles of Geto’s hips strike your bottom with a stinging smack! of skin-on-skin - bottoming out. Ruggedly, he weeps out a generous few dollops of precum near your spongy cervix.

Probing in deep-

“H-heavens!” You think you’re seeing the pearly gates with his sloppy, driving cadence, “Why in the heavens are you this- oh, big?”

“I hear no word of her complaining.” Geto has the audacity to hover his plush lips near the shell of your ear and bite. He almost chuckles, “See? Honest.”

Purposefully, his ringed fingers drag on the perky nub of your clit. Toyin’ in sultry hearts like he yearned to hear those dewy squelches, like they were now his favorite song. 

Again and again. Geto’s trying to synchronize the bruising pumps of his cock with each swivel of his thumb. 

“Your walls cling onto me like they- hah, never wish to let go.” He’s whispering in your ear, snickering at the way your poor cunt was swallowing him up. Sucking him impatiently back in, he’s forced to fight back against your pretty pussy just to fuck you crazy. “Is this how you really- ngh, feel inside? Do you think she’s falling for me, My Lady?”

And the only thing you can do is clamp down your velvety walls until he whimpers—“Honest.”

Just then, Geto cranes his neck over- targeting the slippery slope of your cunt with a glittering stream of spit. Aim so precise from all those noble hunting trips, and yet, he’s making just enough of your mess that your inner thighs are left with a sheen of slobber. 

It startles you into a yelp, body restless. “I-in your most- ngh, fantastical- oh, dreams.” 

“Is that so—?” Something dark was crackling at the back of his throat, and it’s enough to make your hips falter in their bucking pursuit.

For a split-second- before Geto throws a forearm over your front and pins you to him. He was pounding you cleanly into midair by this point, stopping you from escaping. Stopping you from even thinking of running from the frenzied motions of his fingers.

Ruthlessly, he’s pinching your clit and slightly draaaagging. “Was it in my most hah, fantastical dreams that you would gaze upon me like that during every soirée?” 

You’re looking away, veins boiling with heat. “I-I have no notion of what you prattle on about-”

He cuts you off by letting go of that cute lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you, immediately gripping your throat and manhandling you into a kiss. 

The glossy edges of Geto’s lips suck on your whiny tongue, moaning. “Mmm, make no fuss, pretty lady. You and I are one- oh, fuck. I can barely even recollect how many shallow, strait-laced suitors I wished to brawl for simply looking your way-” 

And oh- oh, there was something in his tone that was jagged. Dark. Low.

“-for I was looking at you like that, too.”

You didn’t even think it was possible - but you feel him engorge even bigger from right inside of you. So swole, the curvy tip of Geto’s cock pokes into the entrance of your womb and makes you keen.

Hiccuping through tears, “Please- fuck.” You were drooling like a spring, every whipping lash of his erection against your g-spot made your taste buds sizzle. Humping back into him as if you were in heat- “Fuh-fuck! I didn’t know it could feel this- ngh, good.”

But the more, more, more you were grinding back into his racing tempo, the lazier he was dragging his cock down your cunt. 

Faster and slower.

Faster and sloooower, making you recount the pattern of his mazing veins. He’s sensually rubbin’ your g-spot raw, and it’s rendering Geto himself absolutely pussydrunk. “Were you aware that it makes me i-impossibly harder to have you blustering around me? To have you yell at me?”

And now he was fixated on a sloppy staccato.

Your toes curled after each pathway of his globular, glazed tip - from the very forefront of your hole to target your battered g-spot. And then allllll the way back to rest against the spongy platform of your cervix.

It was a voyage he was repeatedly thrusting over and over and over.

“To- to have you…” Still continuing on with his inebriated conversation, after every slimy clench you were blessing him with. “To have to pretend your eyes weren’t- oh, falling upon my lips each time we argued- it killed me, My Lady.” 

One of his rolling thumbs slips inside your damp hole like he was trying to pry you even wider open. Bottomed out and still rutting against the very back of your cunt- if Geto could bury himself even deeper then he already would have.

“Killed me to- to pretend I didn’t want to silence that gorgeous mouth right in front of The Ton, hah.” He almost giggles near the corner of your ear, writing his name on the very tip-top of your clit and feeling your body go limp at the sensation. “Killed me to not- mmm, really give them gossip for the entire season.”

Your head falls against his firm clavicle, the area of Geto’s pecs were so firm n’ cushy. Again and again, your poor lower half was a complete mess, flooding with heat. “S-Suguru- mmpf.”

Before he’s spitting straight between your unfastened mouth. 

“Forgive me, my mind is not at the place to- oh, handle that smart mouth.” Drag after drag. Your pretty, breaking tone was what was sure to have him shattering before you did - and he didn’t want that. Not at all. 

So concentrated on the gift of unravelling your honeyed pussy that Geto doesn’t even realize he’s said that out loud-

“Before me, hm?” Grinning behind you, his trembling hands are nothing against the gyrating bounces you start up. Fucking back into his spearheading cock, all you have to do to disarm his strong arms is to clench– and Geto was all yours.

All ruined.

You’re smugly declaring, “How about a- hah, a wager?”

Murky amethyst eyes widen, “A w-wager?”

“I wager I will make you orgasm first.” The filthy words are pouring out of your mouth before you can stop them, “In the instance I win, I- oh, claim the first row at the races for two months.”

“And in the instance I win…”

You’re peeking up in curiosity, “Yes–?”

But Geto only leans in, gravelly tone grating sexily against your ear. “You will remember it, I assure you.”

His long, silken hair was messy now- numerous Stygian strands plastering across his forehead, others, thrown over both your shoulders. And you can’t stop yourself from clawing behind and tugging- enough to make him groan.

Prolonged cockhead stirrin’ inside of you, he’s jostling you up, up, up–

Thwack! 

“Cum.”

Perhaps it’s the utterly lecherous feeling of Geto’s plump, heavy ballsack spanking your cunt. Perhaps it’s the way he pinches out your clit after drawing such a cute heart on top. Perhaps it’s just him- but you’re crashing into a high you weren’t even aware was simmering.

But as soon as it bursts - it’s fiery. It’s frying the ends of your nerves with pure bliss, it’s leaving your vision a kaleidoscope of tears. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, cumming—”

You can only hold onto Geto’s muscular frame for dear life and let him ride your own orgasm out.

Spitting through solid, rovering paps of his cock, “Hah! What did I- oh, it’s my victory lap, is it not?” Still milking himself in vicious jackhammers, Geto streams out yet another wad of saliva down onto your pussy to hear the wet noises as you cum.

To hear the way he was thoroughly dragging you through the bursts of your high. You claw onto the couch and shriek- “Inside, I beg of you- I wish to feel you- hngh, inside, My Lord.”

“P-pardon?” His voice breaks. Breathily disbelieving, the primal pumps of his prolonged inches only accelerates - as if Geto was aiming to fuck the answer out of you. Inside. Inside. 

In and out in and out in and- “I wish for it all here- inside.” You’re guiding his free hand to claw back down your front, feeling for that bump of his globular cock. Babbling against Geto’s mouth, it takes you no longer than a split-second to spit- “Always have, Suguru.”

And that’s enough for his weeping, rawly-red orifice to burst into the hardest orgasm of his entire life.

Geto doesn’t stop until he’s dragging himself dry on your walls. Filling your creamy cunt up with so many knotted ounces of seed that you can feel it slickly sliiiiiding down your walls. Trickling out from between your legs. 

You squeeze your thighs together and squeal at the hot glue of cum sticking them together, “Fuck- fuck! Just like that-”

“I’m s-so fond of you. I’m so in love…” You hear his confession whisper against your eardrums like the viscount had nothing more left to lose. 

You’re still tender, and each unsteady spurt of his cum sprayed inside makes your spine zap with something carnal. Your own high still a few tingles, you fist your fingers into his night-dark hair, pulling him in.

And something in his hoarse breath catches- and Geto finds himself biting his honed canines into the skin of your throat. 

Making you moan, head unfogging ever-so-slightly. “A-are you aware that we are still obliged to attend Her Highness’s ball, Lord Ge-”

“Suguru.”

“Lord Suguru?”

“No, nothing but Suguru.” He finishes off for you, finally finished marking after a few more bite-shaped indents of his teeth. He’s still sluggishly jerking his cock inside, completely splashing n’ trickling sap over your tender spots. “And are you aware that I have ha-hah! reaped the victory of our little oh, wager?”

Your mouth parts, “And is this what you wish for? To bite me?”

“Not at all.” Biting you a few more times after then, Geto finally angles his head to face you fully. To take you in. To memorize. To slip his drenched family signet ring onto your left ring finger. You’ve never heard him sound so sincere- “All I wish for is for you to marry me, My Lady.”

“Suguru…” You shiver, his overstimulated cock pulses at the sound of that. Rutting harder. “You don’t require a wager for me to marry you.” And it’s just astonishing how pretty he looks when he flushes. 

As he whines, you smile. “I shall do so anyway. And you can’t stop me now.”

Somewhere in the back of Geto’s mind, he knows there is much to plan - a proper engagement ring, first of all, with the biggest diamond of all the land, and then the family proceedings, The Ton announcement, the honeymoon. 

But, for now, Lord Geto Suguru is content curling up in your arms. “I should expect no less from you, viscountess Geto.”

And his ravenous hips are still squeezing against yours, still needy. 

Still feral.

You didn’t think you’d be escaping from him that easy, did you?

“Now, about my reward for that wager…”

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Dearest gentle reader,

One might just ponder whether the speculations from last week’s royal gathering hid a divine ability to read the future. For the absence of both Lord Geto Suguru and his viscountess beau did little to quell the suspicions of a blossoming romance, particularly when neither party was in attendance once Her Majesty the queen announced our viscountess as the Diamond of the season.

And yet, my trusted sources fervently claim that the most scandalous noises were heard deep in the groves of the royal gardens where both disappeared.

But perhaps daring whispers are of no import - however, this author must note that both were observed meandering back late into the ball, guiltily satisfied, thoroughly marked in bites. Yes, of no import at all, certainly…

And I am delighted to share that this is not the mere extent of the romantic antics between our beloved viscount and viscountess.

Why, it is this author’s greatest honor to impart to you: the Diamond couple of Her Majesty’s Diamond Ball has officially announced their union with the most enormous diamond seen this season!

You have most certainly read that right, as Viscount and Viscountess Geto safely arrive from their voyages across the sea, The Ton may look forward to the wedding of the year. 

Cease those shattering hearts at once! Who would have imagined that the most charming, handsome bachelor would transform from ‘rake’ to ‘Romeo’—with a capital ‘R.’ Shakespeare should weep!

It is said that Lord Geto is positively enamored with his fiancée, and I personally hear from sources close to the happy couple that this romance had been blooming for a long time, for none other than each other. How delightful that it should blossom right for us to gossip about.

Now, I don’t know about you, dear readers, but this author will be hastening to the tailors at once - and I suggest you do, too. We have a wedding to attend!

Yours Truly, 

Lady Whistledown.

A/N. Also watched Superman and suddenly I believe in love again so here’s this.

“I hate it,” you muttered, burying your face deeper into his pecs. Another rumble boomed in the distance, making you flinch again.

Toji smirked faintly and pulled you closer, resting his chin on top of your head. “Scared of a little thunder, huh? Didn’t think my girl would be so jumpy”. He said it like a tease, but his big hand cupped the back of your neck, thumb rubbing slow circles in a silent gesture of comfort.

You whined in protest when the next lightning strike lit up the room, your fingers bunching his shirt tighter. His brows knit for just a second, then that sly glint sparked in his eyes. He tilted his head down to catch your soft lips in a lazy kiss, coaxing you out of your nerves with the warm drag of his mouth.

“Mm… how ‘bout I give you something else to focus on, yeah?” he murmured lowly against your lips.

Before you could answer, his hand slid down to the back of your thigh, dragging you easily into his lap, where his thighs are spreaded for you. You squeaked at the sudden shift, straddling his hips while his hands kneaded your ass, fingers curling into the flesh while grinding you against the thick bulge in his sweats.

“Toji…” you whispered, still shaky, though your thighs tightened around him instinctively.

“Shh, relax baby,” he soothed, his mouth finding the delicate skin of your neck, nipping just enough to make you shiver for a different reason. “Storm’s nothing to be scared of. I’ll keep you busy”.

His cock strained against the fabric between you, and you couldn’t help rocking down against it, rubbing your warm pussy on the fat tent, desperately chasing the friction. Toji chuckled, low and huskily in your ear. “There’s my needy girl… thunder can’t touch you when you’re like this”.

Soon his sweats were tugged low, your panties swept aside, and he was sinking into your welcoming hole with a sharp hiss. The delicious stretch of him made you moan, replacing the fear in your chest with something warmer, something overwhelmingly pleasurable.

Every movement of his hips pressed his cock deeper into you, the tip probing your sweetest spots again and again. He was filling you until the storm outside was drowned out by the wet sounds of your bodies slapping and the rough groan of his voice mixing with the sweet sounds of your moans.

“Good girl… fucking taking me so well… focus on me, sweetheart”.

You whimpered with a nod, clinging to his neck tighter as another boom shook the night, but Toji’s thick cock dragged your attention right back, pulling a whine from your throat. He smirked, one big palm pressing against your lower belly so you could feel just how deep he was.

“See? Best distraction there is,” he muttered, watching your face melt from fear into a dazed, needy haze.

By the time he had you trembling apart in his lap, your head was lolling against his chest, breaths soft and even. Toji tugged the blanket over your bare back, keeping you snug against his body.

The storm still roared outside, but you were fast asleep, worn out and comforted. Toji just huffed a quiet laugh, stroking your hair.

you can feel him smiling into your skin, but your silence makes him falter. he withdraws his hand, "talk to me, doll."

"it's—it's just that," you stutter, shrinking in on yourself from embarrassment. his gaze is so intense that you make him look in another direction. "stop looking at me like that!"

he laughs, turning his head so he's able to kiss your hand, his gaze meeting yours once again.

"um, well.. i'm scared that if you finger me or whatever i'll... squirt." you mutter out that very last word so quietly he almost misses it.

he looks at you incredulously, "what? squirt?"

"yes! it's embarrassing okay!" you exclaim, hands coming up to hide your face. "my ex fingered me before he tried to put it in and when he saw me squirt, he said it was disgusting and didn't wanna sleep with me anymore!"

"he what?" toji gapes, irritation bubbling in his voice. he always hated that guy. in fact, when you guys broke up, toji was in a good mood for an entire week—not that he'd ever tell you that, though.

he gets off the bed and you feel your heart drop because you think he's leaving.

"yeah, so—toji! what are you doing?!" you yelp when he drags you to the edge of the bed. you look down at him like he's crazy. there's a feral look in his gaze, like he's getting ready to devour you.

"what does it look like?" he deadpans, "'m gonna eat your pussy."

you scramble to try and pull yourself up the bed, but he grips your thighs so you stay put.

"you know your word, baby." he reminds, not even looking at your face as he takes two fingers to part your slit, groaning at how wet you are.

first lick has your entire body tensing. he's disgusting with it, long tongue covering your whole pussy. he kisses and sucks at your clit, feeling his boxers grow damper at the sound of your moans.

"oh my god—okay! you don't have to—mmmphhhh!" he starts adding more pressure with each lick, and you don't even realize he's sneaking a hand closer to your leaky cunt.

you squeal when he slides a finger past your gummy walls, legs kicking out as you thrash on the bed. back arched, you fist the sheets underneath you as toji's finger prods at your insides, his tongue still relentless on your poor clit, alternating between flicking and sucking.

"pussy so fucking good, baby." he groans against your cunt, "can't believe you tried to keep me away from this."

"i—i just—" his hand comes down on the side of your thigh. it's not painful, just a warning.

"i don't wanna hear your excuses. i want you to cum, baby." he slurps at your clit, "'n it better be messy f'me."

you shake your head, "toji, i can't—oh my god, 'm gonna cum, please.. please."

you don't know if you're begging him to stop or keep going, but toji decides for you when he hooks his fingers up and presses against a spongy spot hidden inside your soaked pussy.

eyes widening, your whole body goes rigid and it's like toji's won the lottery. his eyes gleam with fervour as he hears your moans get louder and feels your cunt sporadically clenching down on him.

concentrated, he keeps his pace steady, needing you to fall over the edge for him.

"'m cumming!" you gasp, squealing as squirt gushes from your cunt, pushing his fingers out. some of it gets on his face, but he pays no mind as he starts to rub your clit, watching with awe as your squirt splashes around.

you're practically shouting as he hurls you into another orgasm, two mischievous fingers finding their way back inside as he makes you ride out your climax.

your hands come down on the bed, fists banging against it as you're overwhelmed with pleasure. toji watches as you writhe from how good he's making you feel, his fingers slipping out of your cunt and shamelessly popping them into his mouth.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" panting, you try to push him away with your foot.

"that was so sexy, doll." he grins ear to ear, redirecting your foot to sit on his shoulder, his head turning to kiss your calf. "can't believe you've been holding out on me."

your body twitches involuntarily and he chuckles. "damn i can't wait to make you squirt on this dick."

And then there’s the sound of cereal clinking in a bowl a few feet away.

You don’t even flinch when Megumi walks past the living room, already dressed for school with a spoon in his mouth and socks mismatched. He pauses, glancing over, clearly not sure what’s happening—just sees you in your sleep shirt curled up in his dad’s lap like a little animal. Toji gives him a calm, bored look like he isn’t currently hard under your ass. “Get your shoes on, I’ll drive you to class,” he says to Megumi, like nothing’s wrong.

You just keep humping. Little sleepy whimpers in your throat, face hot, eyes dizzy, your hips dragging across that fat bulge that’s already forming and tenting through his pants. You’re beyond shame, too drowsy and horny and full of morning need to care if someone sees. All you care about is Toji’s big, warm hands touching your thighs and the way your damp panties are catching on the fabric of his pants and how warm his cock feels underneath—

“You’re getting real messy, baby,” he mutters with a sigh, palm pressing down on your lower back to guide your movement, almost like he’s helping you grind on him. “So desperate for me, you don’t even care who’s looking, huh?”

You nod into his chest, tears brimming now, completely overstimulated already and he hasn’t even touched your pussy yet. “Just—need it, need you, wanna cum like this, please—”

Toji chuckles low, and you feel it rumble through his chest. He adjusts you with both hands so you’re rubbing yourself on him better and lets your hips ride just where you need. “Better be quick, darling,” he warns, tilting his head to look at the time on his watch. “Gotta leave in five”.