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“you hungry? I can order us some dinner,” you stay quiet at his words, your face buried in his chest as you let out quiet sobs.

“everything fucking sucks val,” you manage out, stepping back and angrily wiping your tears, “i finally had something i was so excited for and they just-” your voice cracks on the last word, valko wants to kill whoever made you this upset.

you bury your face in your hands, body shaking as you try and calm yourself down. valko doesn’t hesitate to sweep you up into his arms, biceps flexing as he cradles you. instinctively, your arms wraps around his neck, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you sniffle.

valko doesn’t say anything as he carries you to the bathroom, shifting you to carry you in one arm as he turns the water on for you.

“w-what are you doing?” you ask quietly, wiggling slightly as a sign for him to put you down. he complies immediately, gingerly lowering you until your feet are firm on the ground.

“didn’t you tell me there wasn’t anything a warm shower couldn’t fix after i couldn’t get my research right?” there’s the slightest teasing lilt to his voice, you want to roll your eyes at him.

“well yeah but-” you try and protest, valko raises his eyebrows, your rebuttal dies on your lips.

“and you’re using the expensive body wash i got you, no buts” he smiles, stifling his laughter when you grumble at his words. he waits for a moment before turning to step out of the bathroom, immediately halting when he feels your hand on his wrist. “what is dollface?”

you stare into his amber eyes for a second, stomach flipping at the concern swimming in them. “do you think… can you stay with me?” valko can’t stop his ears and tail from popping out, tail wagging incessantly at your words.

“i will always stay with you, no matter what.” the conviction and firmness in his voice make your eyes water once more, and his steadfast façade shatters immediately. his arms are around you before you can process anything, pulling you into his chest and squeezing you. “don’t cry baby, I’m right here, I’ll always be right here,” the waver in his voice makes you smile slightly.

god he’s so helpless. you love him.

valko wastes no time in helping you undress, he taps your arms gently, a signal for you to lift them up as he takes your shirt off. you blush as his breath catches in his throat when he sees you.

“you act like you don’t see me naked everyday,” you huff, goosebumps rising on your skin as his fingertips ghost over your skin before unhooking your bra.

he places a feathery kiss to your shoulder, slowly slipping the strap down your arm and sniffing at your neck. he hums as he kisses your jaw. “does a sunset get less breathtaking because you’ve seen it the day before?” you can’t stop the smile that breaks onto your face, cheeks heating up.

“stupid wolf,” you smile, holding onto his broad shoulders as he helps you out of your bottoms. he nips at your thighs, giggling as he sinks his sharp canines gently into your skin, not enough to even leave a mark.

“your stupid wolf.”

you roll your eyes, “yes, my stupid wolf.”

valko helps you into the shower, rinsing your hair and helping you shampoo, gently washing your body as you ramble to him of what’s bothering you. he listens attentively, nodding along to your words and pouting when your voice wavers again. whether out of anger or sadness, maybe a mix of both, fresh tears spill out of your eyes.

“maybe it’s stupid for me to be so upset about it, but i was really excited,” you murmur, letting the hot water hit your skin and sighing sadly.

“nothing you feel is ever stupid, it’s okay to feel how you do, it’s normal.” his voice is even as ever, squeezing the last bit of conditioner out of your hair before reaching over you and shampooing his own hair quickly. you stare at him with a small smile and gleaming eyes.

you giggle as he rinses his hair quickly, shaking his head rapidly to get as much water off him as possible.

you’re both quiet as he helps you out of the shower, drying you with a fluffy towel before wrapping you in it, carrying you to your shared bed and setting you down. he hums softly as he opens your closet and drawers, grabbing your favorite pajamas and handing them to you.

“gonna place the order for food and I’ll be back, okay?” you nod in response, smiling when he blows a kiss your way with an over exaggerated ‘MWAH!’ before leaving you to your own devices.

the silence of your bedroom is consuming, but the hollowness that once filled your heart is filled.

you don’t feel sad as valko walks in minutes later with a horrible wolf pun. you smile as he drowns you in cuddles and kisses, his tail wagging wildly at the sound of your giggles. your heart is warm and your mind at ease as he pulls you closer to him, sweet nothings leaving his lips as he comforts you.

“when you have a bad day, i hope you can find comfort in the fact ill still be here for you, waiting for you to come home to me.”

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"not yet, no." his voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks, “you’re doing great, keep moving just like that. nice and easy.” he said he'd make you feel good and he's never been all talk no action. satoru's hands lower to grip your hips again, gently spurring on your movement back and forth on his lap. not enough to overwhelm but enough to have your abdomen curling in the best way, pressure to your clothed heat against him increased tenfold it seems. your breathing shudders, glancing up at satoru again, arms hugging tighter around his neck, keeping eye contact with him.

not having sex doesn't mean you don't know how an erection works. you press your weight down into his chest to get him on his back, hips lifting off just enough to let his erect cock spring closer to his stomach with a gentle smack before you're seating yourself again -- right against the underside this time with a shudder, "t-there. don't wanna..break it or something."

he snorts under his breath, hand sliding up the softness of your tummy, slightly rough fingertips toying the top hem of your little sleep shorts, looking at you in silent question. you're so sweet and soft when you whisper your confirmation that he has to take a long breath, fingers gliding under the band of your shorts, tips exploring new skin reverently.

he doesn't push past the other layer of fabric, merely slides his hand down the front of your shorts, your own hips tilting to make it easier for him to touch you like this.

he can feel the heat of you as he cups you through your panties — the slick, soaked press of fabric that sticks right to your skin, face getting all hot in his arousal when he feels how wet you already are, soaked straight through. "all this for me? got my pretty baby all worked up from watching?" he sounds breathless, more than you maybe, shifting his hand to cup you fully.

your face burns hotter, nodding anyway. your expectations for how you'd feel having him finally touch you doesn't come close to the reality. his thumb eases down onto your sensitive clit through the sodden fabric slow and easy and you barely bite back a cry, softest circles drawn against the bud.

“I know, baby. feels good, yeah?” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. your own eyes flutter, forehead dropping onto his shoulder, hips shifting to get closer, to get more almost greedily. "grind on me just like that, I got you." so you do. you keep up with your grinding on his lap. satoru’s going slow as he can, thumbing your clit over your damp panties, murmuring little praises. his wrist is wedged all awkwardly, angle all wrong -- but neither of you can bring yourselves to care.

it's everything and nothing all at once. perfect but not completely at the same time and you just want to feel more, finding yourself needing exactly that. "satoru, please.." it's like he already knows what you need -- both of you actually. his hand pulls out from where it's shoved down the front of your pants and you barely go a moment without his touch before his hands are on you again. thumb hooking at the side of the fabric of both the shorts and the gusset of your panties to bare you properly with one hand, other dragging two digits through the slick mess of you easily.

you jerk with a choked sound, clutching at his broad shoulders, lowering onto his chest to press your face in his neck. "fuck," he groans, breath catching. "you're so…god." he sucks in a long breath, counting in twos in his head to keep himself from blowing like a virgin at the sight of you bare. it's hard not to when he's never seen you like this, this intimately.

it's almost too much, the way he parts your folds so gently, like he's trying to coax you open for him. "ooh, 'toru." your hips jerk, little pants warming the side of his skin as you twist and shift -- he doesn't have a free hand to even try to keep you still. one swipe of his finger along the sensitive underside of your clit has you bucking into him with a gasp, rolling directly onto the lengthy shaft of his cock. bare this time, completely different from doing it clothed.

it's almost hilarious how you both tense up, how his stroking halts.

"babe—" satoru rasps, and you're sure you feel him stiffening even more under you. your laughter comes airy, not from humor exactly but from how caught off guard you are. your hips roll again just to test the feeling out, breath skipping at the heavy press of his dick against where you're most sensitive. you can feel everything. the weight of him. the pulse of the vein you'd ran your tongue along earlier. how hot and solid he is. "ooh…my fuck.."

he seems to catch himself when you moan against him, fingers keeping your folds parted, your own hips not halting for a second. arousal smears down the girthy length of him, puffy folds so slick he's practically gliding between them. your hands plant near the sides of his head for more leverage as you chase a feeling you didn't know you needed badly till now, chasing the rapidly rising heat in your belly.

"oh shitshithshit--" not quite eloquent, but you can't put into words how good it feels. so close to being inside you but not at all -- but your body reacts like he is. all he is is just thick and heavy dragging against your cunt, head barely catching on your entrance and you're already losing your head.

your hips roll again, dragging your clit right along the underside of his cock and it takes everything in him not to grab your hips and rut upward into your warmth. takes all self control he has left.

“satoru,” you moan, all reedy and sweet right in his ear.

scratch that. apparently he doesn't have that much control left. not much at all.

he groans low in his throat, keeping you spread against his shaft. the now freed hand slides up to your hip, around to cup your ass. "gonna make it feel better. gonna make you cum.." then he's spurring you into motion. moving you harder along his cock, pressure enough to have you moaning into the air, squeezing his shoulders. "that's it..grind on my cock." the light squelching between you is almost obscene, but satoru doesn’t seem to mind — not with how he’s groaning through clenched teeth, with how he's subtly bucking his hips up into the paced movement of your hips.

you’re flushed, breathing hard between moans, trying so hard to keep your composure. but your thighs are shaking now, coil pulled taut in your abdomen. and it's painfully obvious to him. satoru only pulls you harder back and forth against his shaft, letting your soft clit rub all over him, letting you rut faster. "feels so weird. so weird.."

"yeah?" he hums, face in your hair, memorizing your scent your sounds. "good weird or bad?"

“good. good,'toru.” you whine, broken. “i—i think…”

"i know, i know. y're doin' so.." his hand squeezes the fat of your ass where he has you held, hips bucking up a little harder, cunt slippin' and sliding against him, "so good. be good and cum on me, hm?" his grip is greedier now, no more pretending that he has any bit of control right now. not when you're slick and messy on his dick, making noises in his ear. his balls feel like they're drawing tighter by the second and all he can do is pseudo fuck you harder and whisper filth in your ear. if grinding feels this good, he can't even begin to imagine what sex with you--

he kills the thought almost immediately, harsh throb at the base of his spine a very clear warning.

no thinking of sex with you while he's minutes seconds from cumming, got it.

but it’s already too much. you’re panting, shaky in his hold, whining softly each time your clit drags just right along the underside of him. every catch of your entrance on the bulb of him only makes things worse. your fingers slide up into his hair as you quiver, kissing along the side of his face, practically babbling praises as your entire body tightens up with your impending orgasm.

in one, two beats, an angled grind against your core, your hips stutter -- lips parting against his flushed skin as your breath punches out of you in sob. the pressure in your abdomen bursts like a supernova, orgasm crashing over you like it’s trying to drag him under with it.

“oh fuck—look at you,” he groans, pulling back a little to watch you fall apart with wide, reverent eyes, pupils blown so wide it’s like they’re swallowing the blue.

satoru stands no chance, really. you're still rocking like you don't even realize that you are, looking the way you do…

"oh fuck--" his head drops back, jaw clenched as he cums just seconds after you, hips bucking up once, twice, as his release spurts hot and glossy on his abs between you two. he shudders beneath you, riding it out with slow, involuntary jerks of his hips, groaning against the side of your head like the familiar warmth of you is the only thing keeping him grounded.

you stay like that for a second, both of you trembling, stuck in that suspended daze post orgasm. “…holy shit,” he mutters finally, voice hoarse, nose brushing the side of your cheek as he nuzzles in close. “you okay?”

you manage a jerky nod between all your shaking, face pressed up in his neck. "d-didn't think it would.." feel that good? be this messy? you're not quite sure.

a slight unconscious shift of your hips has you whining in your overstimulation, hands grabbing at him. it feels like air would be too much against the flesh right now.

"I know, let me just.." he eases the fabric of your panties and shorts back over your heat to help with the sensitivity, thick arms banding around you to keep you to his chest. "did so good for me. made me lose my mind, baby."

you both know you should clean up -- everything's sticky between you, rapidly cooling against you. but it feels so nice to just lay here post…well, pseudo sex. or maybe this counted as the actual thing, you're not quite sure where the line is. neither of you make any moves to get off each other yet, though.

satoru's head tilts to kiss your temple again, hands smoothing up and down your back under your tee. "guess we're a officially past the make out stage." you flush with his comment, breathing out a laugh into his neck. maybe a little past making out, yeah. you're far too sheepish to meet his gaze currently, face remaining pressed into his skin.

you don't keep count but it feels like ages before you're sitting up off him, climbing off his lap on wobbly legs. "let's just…we did this already so maybe we can shower," you pause, chewing your lip as you mull over the words bouncing around your head, "together? now."

as if he'd ever so no to that. he's rolling out his spot immediately to scoop you up with enough ease to make your breath catch. "shower it is, then."

You can't exactly say that you're surprised to see the whole thing set up already by the time you’d gotten home.

Toji had drawn reference to the newly released system in passing more than twice at this point, it and its ability to be hooked up to a good chunk of compatible first person shooter games. A lot of ‘Think about it, baby’s and ‘It’ll be really fun. Y’re too stressed from all that working.’ Which is true, yes – but letting him control a toy inside of you without regulation? You can’t say it doesn’t get you a little hot but… you’re a little fearful for yourself, imagining the amount of orgasms you think he’ll try to get out of you. You know better than to accept the sly man’s offer but you love him too much and it sounds far too fun, so here you are!

Toji leans back against the couch of your shared room, all smug, eyes hot on you as you eye the gaming seat hesitantly. The setup isn’t exactly novel -- a vibrating dildo a little smaller than him with a piston mechanism, strapped to the leather of the seat of one of your chairs pulled from the dining room. You bite your lip and cast him a glance, eyes going right back to the toy, noting that it’s already lubed up for you. Of course he’d known you’d cave for him. “C’mon sweetheart. I already set it up for ya. All you gotta do is sit.” He gestures a broad hand to the seat, smirk lifting the scarred corner of his mouth.

Your pulse is already a quick throb under your skin, eyes rolling to feign exasperation as you murmur something about him being ridiculous. “You’re so impatient, seriously.” Lifting the silk of your slip up over your ass you balance yourself in the chair, eyes on him as your fingers tug aside the crotch of your panties. Just to sink down oh so slowly. “Only ‘cause you asked so nicely, baby.” The stretch of your walls around the size stings less than you’d expected it would with the lube on the toy and your own wetness. Unfamiliarity doesn’t mean that all this doesn’t excite you just a little.

The rules are simple, more in your favor – you win once you last till the game ends. An orgasm is an instant loss. No harm, no foul.

The chair’s leather is cool against the heated backs of your thighs, left to sink down to the hilt first try since you needed your hands to work your controller – he couldn’t leave you out of the fun, could he? It was simple, your shots would slow the movement and vibration of the toy, his shots do the exact opposite. All good and clean fun. You feel the drop of his gaze to where you’re split and connected to the toy, easier to slide down a little more with the spurt of slick that leaves you just from his attention. "Ugh. Baby, jus'...start the fuckin' game already." You whine, nose scrunching up, eyes narrowing in his direction.

“Who’s the impatient one now?” His amusement is so palpable that it’s sickening, apparent in the twitch of his lips, the idle tap of his fingers on the controller. Like he’s leaving time for this to all settle for you. Letting you realize the weight of the situation and how you’d gone and fucked yourself over. Letting your assassin fiancé control a sex toy you’re connected to via a shooter game? Really? He's much better with knives and daggers, them being his preferred weapons but you know better than to underestimate his skills.

“Comfy? Straps need adjustin’?” His voice is all teasing, eyes dropping for just for a second to eye your center again, hum low in his throat. He pushes off the chair when you don’t answer fast enough, stepping into your space, fingers hooking under your chin to tilt your head up. “Gotta answer me or I won’t know, sweetheart.” The coo is almost condescending sounding but the underlying fondness isn’t missed in the slightest, his dip to smack a kiss to your balm layered lips proving all your thoughts. “Y’nervous?”

The way his rough thumb strokes slow over your jaw makes it hard to verbalize your thoughts, so a little nod is all he’s granted. Cute. “You’ll be fineee,” he assures in a drawl, though the way he says it doesn’t feel entirely reassuring. “Just a game, yeah?” A pause, very deliberate, before he adds, “'Sides, I’ll be real gentle on you.”

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Yeah gentle. Gentle till that first shot lands not even a minute into the game. The piston isn’t the one to fire up but the vibrations do, a steady low buzz of the girthy plastic pressed into you that has your breath catching. Low enough to feel good but not enough to distract from trying to make shots (yet). Your bullets hit more inanimate objects than actual targets., groan leaving you at your poor skills. “Couldn’t let me get a shot in?” He hums like he’s thinking about it, shot ringing out from the speakers and the increased buzz of the toy telling you he’d just made a shot, “Nah. Said I’d be easy on you, not that I'd hand out free shots.” What would be the fun in just letting you sit there unaffected?

The mechanisms of the piston starting up is slow, but it makes you jolt anyway, eyes a little wide as you glance down – enough of a distraction for another pop! of the in-game gun and then it’s pistoning a little faster. “Wait- That’s not fair! I wasn’t even-" Another while you’re complaining and your breath hitches. Your grip on the controller tightens, moan caught in your throat as the stiff tip of the dildo batters into one singular spot that gives into its pressure, hips tilting to angle it away. Toji’s already loading up his next shot, barely allowing you to catch your bearings before the next impact comes, and – fuck. His aim is merciless. Precise.

You think you’re a little stupid for even thinking this would be an even playing field in the first place.

“Too fuckin' easy,” he mutters, shaking his head like this is all just a little disappointing, like he’s not reveling in your little reactions. The next shot lands and your body jolts, moan spilling past soft lips, but Toji barely acknowledges it. “Baby, cmon. You’re not even tryin’.”

How he expects you to try when you can barely catch your bearings is beyond you! You grip the controller, attempting to prove him wrong. Your fingers press into the joystick and it shifts, character racing forward, finger holding down the trigger button and just letting the gun rip. Dirt flies up where metal bullets collide and ricochet, sound of firing blaring from your speakers. 0 fucking headshots. “Fushiguroooo!”

He does laugh at that, glancing over at you, glint in his eye more than amusement. “I’m not even shooting right now. Go on, go shoot someone.” He at least puts down the controller for now to give you a fighting chance, your fingers shaky as you reload the gun, move off in search of at least one person to shoot at to slow this toy down. You’re left to keep your hips angled, balancing yourself almost uncomfortably since both your hands are occupied. It's not long till the opportunity presents itself, fumbling to line up the gun to the target and you shoot!

And somehow miss.

“Wait- no.” Your eyes are wide as they flicker over to his, lips parting, “One more try? You love me, right?” He’s laughing at you again, head shaking, back to moving through the map like he’d made the game himself. “I do, but nope. No second chances. Maybe you just like losin’. You want me making these shots, don’t you?” More deliberate shots -- since when had he been so good at this fucking game?? The vibrations you can handle for the most part, they’d stopped rising a couple shots ago but the toy is quite literally fucking you, changing angles to batter into your plush walls.

Molten heat prickles at your skin, slick a sticky, pooling mess between your thighs on the seat, a mix of frustration and a building orgasm curling hot in your gut. Your fingers tighten around the controller, knuckles protruding, but it’s hard to focus, even harder to keep your hands steady when every impact makes your body betray you. "Wait. Oh my goood, you don't need to g-get a headshot every-" You squeak, bowing forward, hand freeing up from the controller to grab at the seat handle, "time!"

“All that whining -- mm, oh my god, stop hittin’ headshots, baby—” His voice goes all pitched and breathy, an exaggerated imitation of you. He just finds it so funny, you’re so cute. “Think I’m about to win by the way.”

The blood under your skin is molten, hand lifting to flip him the bird. “I’m actual going to strangle you when we’re done here.”

Toji doesn’t think you know how much he’s getting off to this. His too gorgeous fiancée saying his name in a whiny voice, getting fucked proper on a stupid little toy every time he makes a well-aimed shot. It’s too fuckin’ easy and all your antics have him stiff as diamond against the front of his sweats. “You kinda suck, baby. Thought you said you were good at games?” Yeah, games meaning Stardew Valley. Minecraft, maybe! He knows this!

You try hard to get your breathing under control, try to keep yourself from sliding down the length of the plastic that feels so much like your bastard fiance’s who’s currently torturing you, but also not like him at all. Every fidget, every strained sound – he catches it all. “Oh god, I hate y-you.” You’re a whimpering mess, hips rocking on their own, barely able to keep still really. A random rise in vibration slams into you like a boulder, controller falling from your hands and clattering onto the wooden flooring with the sharpness of your buck. “Nng, Toji-“ He clicks his tongue all low and condescending, glancing sideways at you, hand sliding down to squeeze and adjust his rapidly rising bulge. “Y’know every time you miss it’s gonna speed up right? Now you’ve gone and dropped your controller. S’like you want me to keep making shots back to back.” Your head falls back against the back of the chair with a soft thud, inches away from being fucked out as you squeeze your thighs together – his name a drawn out moan as it makes the situation worse. “Ah..haah- Baby, please.” You at least try to reach the controller, legs extending, feet trying to reel it in. Bowing forward to get it is out of the question because you’re sure it’ll press right where he wants it to to have you cumming. A quick way to fucking lose.

“So fuckin’ cute. Keep whining baby, come on. You look so pretty right now.” You take the risk and lift off minutely, bowing to grab at the controller quickly. He at least waits for you to miss again before he shoots, another point gained just like that. “Fuck. Bet if I slid my fingers down there right now--” His voice dips, low and rough, shot ringing out again.

You’re a little teary eyed now, more focused on the building pressure in your gut, hand straying from the controller to toy with your neglected clit. A press into the bud with your thumb has your eyes rolling, hips rocking into the pistoning toy, eyes fluttering as you imagine warm flesh and the familiar weight of big, slightly rough hands bouncing you instead. “Tojii- Toji, ahh. ‘m g’nna cum.” You know what’s incoming, you know the pace is only going to pick up the longer you sit there like this, not even trying to make more shots. You want it, you can already feel your climax building and you want it so fucking bad. Fuck winning this game between you two, it’s not like there’s any prize to be won. He growls out a curse, another shot making you cry out again, hips grinding helplessly against the seat without meaning to. "Look at you.” he purrs, "Can't even play a fuckin’ game without me gettin’ you all wet ‘n needy. You’re dumb on that toy already.”

His gaze drifts over again just to catch you in the act, sure he’d cum untouched right in his sweats from the debauched sight. “Come on, doll. Open your eyes. Lemme see you.”

And when you glance up at him—eyes glassy, lips parted, so fucking desperate—it’s like he can’t help himself. “Fuck it. C’mere.”  He’s tossing his controller aside to get to you and tugging you off the toy before you can do it yourself, huffing, tongue swiping over his teeth. “Got me all hard from just watching you. Grinding on it like a slut, being all noisy.” His words come out rougher, sure he’d gone and lost his head because of you. The thick, corded muscles of his arms flex as he pulls you up his body, your legs looping around him almost instinctively.

Your orgasm is staved off temporarily, but the need is still there, the craving for a filling only he could give. “Mm, are you gonna fuck me now?” Your head presses up the side of his head, panting lowly, arms banding around the back of his neck as he drops himself onto the couch again with you on top, panty clad core warm against the thick length straining against his sweats. “You think I’d just leave you there to cum on that stupid toy?” Absolutely fucking not. His hands don’t remain in one place at all – one up under your slip dress, other on your ass to rock you over his bulge, grinding you to smear your wetness.

“Cute fuckin’ thing,” he murmurs, kissing along your jaw like he’s got all the patience for extra foreplay when you can both tell that he doesn’t. You both don’t. "Didn’t think I’d make you cum like that, right? Heh. Nah. Wanted you in my lap from the start."

The toy hums in the background with the game being remaining unpaused, fingers slipping past the soaked gusset of your panties, calloused pads of his ring and middle finger smearing slick across your slit, finding you embarrassingly wet. “Fuck, baby.” His voice breaks on the word, eyes narrowing at the filthy find. “Could’ve asked earlier. Would’ve gotten you off that toy and fucked you if you’d just asked.”

The two fingers prod at your slit, breaching your soppy hole without warning. He groans at your jolt, at how you bow into him to whine and pant into his neck. Immediately you’re fluttering around the intrusion of his thick fingers, the chosen pair barreling inside you. He loves how wet you are, how you dampen the digits with every inch he sinks inside your pussy. “Yeahh, that’s it. That’s it,” He coaxes your orgasm out of you in sharp pumps of his fingers, lips dragging against the shell of your ear. “Wanted t’finish right? Gonna make you cum on my fingers, doll.” His fingers are mean as they batter in your walls, your gyrating hips held in place by his free hand, fingers working their magic. They curl in a come-hither motion inside you, angle into the soft spot that gives away to pressure, one he finds easily like he’d put it there. The umpteenth call of his name in that reedy voice makes him chuckle, low and mean in his throat.

“Making a mess all over my hand, sweetheart.” The tightening of your inner walls around the teasing digits gives him a slight pause, grinning splitting on his lips, sharp canines grazing at the edge of your ear lobe. “Y’close already? Seriously gonna cum from me playing with your pussy a little bit?”

You don’t care, you don’t care at all if it’s too fast and you’re holding him tighter, fingers in his hair, “Uh huh. Gonna cum. ‘m gonna cum, baby.” It’s a paced cry squeezing around, sappy sounds of his fingers driving into your cunt just as loud as your cries, slick sounds filling the room embarrassingly loud. “So noisy. Just so fuckin’ cute.”

You try to warn him again but his mouth’s on pressed hot to your ear, low and filthier words beating you to the punch: “Couldn’t keep up in the game so the least you can do is cum all over my fingers like a good fuckin’ girl. Go on.” His thumb presses into your clit, finally, and you’re a goner. Tight, firm figure eights that he knows will make you fall apart.

It’s too much, too good. Your breathing stutters, body tightening, heat coiling so tight in your stomach it hurts. “Yes. Mm, fuck. Yesyesyes--" Your back bows, voice cracking before your words die entirely on your tongue. Your hands tug at his inky strands, tits crushed to his chest as the heat in your abdomen bursts outwards, black spots eating at your vision as you gush on his fingers and make a mess on his lap. “F-uck! Tojiiii-”

It's an effort not to cum with you, not to blow in his pants like a fucking untouched virgin. “There it is, pretty. Keep your eyes open f’me.” He croons, watching you break apart with a lidded, hungry gaze, your hips rolling helplessly into his palm. “There’s my girl.” Your face hides in his neck as you ride it out, fingers slowing to ease you down from your peak, thumb flitting over your clit with the lightest pressure as to not overwhelm you. “Good girl. You’re so good, aren’t you?” His lips are firm against your temple, fingers pulling out with a wet slosh, moving up to press into his mouth and onto his waiting tongue. His groan has you whimpering again, hiding your face, pussy clenching weakly around nothing as he sucks his fingers clean of your sweet cum. “So sweet all the fuckin’ time, I swear.”

His hands return to sweep up and down your back in light strokes, a contrast to the way he’d just pulled that harsh orgasm out of you. He wants to give you a bit to catch your breath, he really does. But then your mouth is near his ear and you’re rocking on his lap like orgasming less than 2 minutes ago isn’t enough – he can’t help the rise and fall of his hand against your ass. “Stay still.” He wants to give you a minute but he really can’t help but move you around like you weight absolutely nothing, fingers at the edges of your slip to tug it up and off. His shirt is next, abdomen bare and chiseled as ever. Your face is down in the leathery seats of your couch before you know it, spine curved – head tilted just enough to see him behind you as you suck in eager breaths. “C’monnn..” You call, hips wiggling, watching the hasty tug of his sweats and briefs in one go. "Here I am worrying about your sensitivity.” His voice is rougher, teasing replaced by something raw, heavy. His glans is a ruddy blushing colour, dick sporting an angry vein up the side, a little too heavy to stay rod straight. Precum decorates the pretty tip, a steady stream leaking down the length of him as his palm wraps around himself to give a couple tugs. “Sensitivity my ass, you fucking love this.” His free hand smacks down on your ass with a solid, harsh smack, biting down into his bottom lip as he gives you a once over. You’re all eager, hands moving backward and up to tug at your panties to help him, stopped with a swat at your ass again, dick pulsing at your whine. “Didn’t ask you to take them off. Hold onto the handle of the couch.”

Your thighs are all shaky, fighting a whimper as you wiggle your hips back at him, not being filled feeling like actual torture. You follow the thinly veiled order, both hands grabbing at the handle of the chair, cheek pressed into the cushion. “Mhmm. Okay.”

He tugs it down himself, as much as it needs to be to get to your drooling cunt but enough that it isn’t properly off. Your slick coats his head as he notches the bluntness of crown against your leaking slit, hand that’s not guiding his dick pulling the softness of your cheeks apart so he can get a proper look. Your pussy practically tries to suck him in, fluttering around the tiny intrusion, making a mess on his head. He doesn’t push in though, likes to drag shit out as usual. He does a couple swipes of his fat head up and down the length of your clit to gather wetness, pulling back to stroke his cock and smear your nectar down the flesh.

You’re whining again, nails clabbering at leather, biting into it. “Please. Toji, I need it.” You’re so breathless, he’s such a sucker for you that he almost presses into you right then and there, but he holds off again, slapping his heavy tip against your clit--hand on your lower back sliding down to deepen your arch before he’s returning it to your ass.

“It or me? Just need my dick, don’t you?” Your denial is quick, breaths coming heavy, so wound up that it hurt. “Need..oh fuck. Please, I need you. Just you, I love you s’much and I need you.” Of course he knows you need him, knows you want his cock just as bad – you kind of want to wipe that smirk right off his face. He likes the teasing and all but he can’t exactly let his baby beg forever, can he? The press of him inside has your jaw slackening, palms flattening against the couch hand before you hold on again, a sigh of his name leaving parted lips. “Uh huh. Just..mhmmm..” Your hips push back, his hands bracketing both sides to help you, walls stretching to accommodate him as he sinks in slowly. “That’s it, push back on it. Take it, sugar..”

His praise fuels you, spurring you to rock your hips back against his. He’s so deep already, thick and pressing against spots that make your toes curl. Grinding down, you whimper when your clit brushes against the coarse hair at his base. “God…you’re so.”

You’re not sure how it feels new every time, how it feels like he finds a different place to hit. His pelvis is flush to the softness of your ass, low strands of his pubes grazing skin as his hips roll. “So fuckin’…good all the time. Hugging around me like I don’t fuck you.” His hips pull back minutely just to bottom out again, your sounds mingling in the air, grip on your hips tightening. “Feels so good. So good, Fushi’. Gimme more..”

His hands pull you back as his hips drive forward, helping you move with him, forcing a rhythm that’s all his own. It’s deep, it’s well paced. “Know better than to fucking..” His angle changes slightly, pushing his head up into your sweet spot, hips pumping a little faster, enough to have you getting teary, nails curled into your fist to keep the leather safe, “..beg like that. You know what it does. Knows it makes me want to do this to you.” He figures you like it, do it on purpose for just that. You do. This time too. Your body bounces and slides against where it’s pressed, little ‘oooh’s and ahh’s’ unabashed and noisy, barely muffled by pressing your face in the seats.

Toji’s the one pulling all the stops here, hands everywhere, holding you in place to pump faster into you. So much for lasting, with how he’s drilling into you there’s no hope for lasting more than a couple more minutes. The smooth glide of your cunt around his cock is utterly intoxicating, every stroke pushing against your silky walls, stroking fire into your veins.

He slows and pulls back, just the tip staying inside and you think you’re granted a moment of respite – till he’s bottoming out again in a quick, hard thrust, hands leaving you and crossing to hold your hips on either side, pulling you back harder into him. Your moans get more audible, wet pap pap pap of colliding flesh loud in the midday air. “Haaah- Right there. Right there, yesss.” You choke on your praise as you cry out, hips pushing backward to fuck back into him, his groan loud as he just lets you. “That’s it. That’s it baby, you’re so close. Look at me.” You try to, head tilting out the leather, glossy eyes up on him. They flutter, they close. A hand leaves his hip to cup your jaw, tugging you up so your back is flush to his hard chest, angle deeper as he keeps pounding you. “Need t’see you. You gonna cum, sweet girl?” He knows you are, knows your tells just as good as you do. Your nod is rapid, breathing heavily, near babbling as your hands claw at his thighs, rocking down into him harshly to speed up the snapping of that tightness in your belly. “Almost there. We’re almost--Fuck. Just a little bit more.”

He sacrifices the hand holding your face, using it to rub your clit in harsh circles again instead, pleasure reaching its peak with the stimulation paired with his head on hits to your spot. His balls feel heavy with his impending orgasm, pressure at the base of his spine enough to drive him mad. He fucks up into you harshly like he’s trying to stamp the shape of his length in your walls. Even with him trying to time it properly, he knows it’ll be a little off but it’s just as good as anything else.

Your head fits into the space left when his head tips back with his harsh groan, column of his throat exposed. You crane your neck to kiss and suck at the skin as best as you can, running your nose along his stubble. Anything to stave off your orgasm a little longer, though you instinctively rock down harder despite your wanting to hold off. He swallows hard, muscles flexing where they hold you as he fights for control. “Cum, baby. Come on, keep bouncing. Make a mess on my dick.”

And that’s all you need really -- good encouragement and him playing with your clit and you do exactly as he asks – you make a mess. “Haah-- Fuck, I love you. ‘m cumming-” You twitch in his hold, moans barely muffled by his hand clumsily pressing over your mouth to quiet you a little, murmuring praise in your ear as a rush of slick leaves you in a gush around his pistoning cock, connecting stands messy as he fucks you through it. “Good..good fucking- Shit!” He can’t even praise you properly at this point without losing his breath, muscled arms banded around your waist as he aids you in your bouncing, fucking you past overstim and into another rapidly building orgasm, hand angled to keep playing with your clit. “S-Sooo deep. So deep.” Your words are broken in your pleasure, thighs shaky, barely able to keep your thoughts straight. Toji drinks in your cock-drunk ramblings, angling your head again and silencing you with his lips.

 “One more. Jus’ one more. I’m right there with you.” More inaudible curses leave his lips, grip on you getting harsher as his thrust pick up, orgasm drawing closer and closer. “Mm, inside. Inside, baby.” Your voice carries an airy quality, fighting to keep your eyes open, to stop the quiver of your thighs from the immense pleasure coursing all through you. “Cum in me. Please.” His control snaps with one involuntarily tighten from you around him, hips pushing up to hilt himself before he’s bursting at the seams, head in your neck as he groans into against your skin. “Fuck, whatever you want. Gonna give it-- shit-- all to you.” Your 3rd hits like a collapsing row of dominos, only drawing out his orgasm as thick, creamy ivory spurts stuff you full. Deep, full moans have you warm all over and quivering in his hold, rocking to prolong both your highs, his nails biting into the skin where he has you held.

The air is heavy, thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Toji’s tilts your head to him again, current kiss languid and enough to make your toes curl in your post coital state. “Mhm..” Her pulls back with a breath, second kiss warming your nose, the underside of your eye. “Love you too by the way.” Your smile is all languid, laugh airy. Humming lowly as your head tilts to kiss him again, shorter this time. You didn’t say it to get one back, but you love it all the same. “I know. All your little kisses won’t stop me from getting back at you for this. You won this time.” He knows that well and good, smiles into your cheek at you picking up on his ulterior motives. “Well aware. Don’t go giving me any hints though, I’ll get hard again.” His fingers trace idle patterns on your skin, sat there connected with him softening up inside you, ring of escaped cum pooling around the base of him. “Let’s go clean up then.”

And you two are up, facing each other again, arms around his neck and feet locked behind his hips. Praying gravity spares you two till you get into the tub. You really don't need mess on the floor.

“‘I’ll go easy on you’” he says." You huff, shaking your head. Nothing about that was going easy on you. "You’re such a liar.” Your fingers toy with his inky, slightly overgrown strands. Twisting, twirling.

He smiles again, a kiss to your temple his apology. “I promise I'll go easy on you next time. Help you make some shots.”

At the dirt again, maybe.

Or maybe it was the owner who was most hurt by it breaking. She may have never quite noticed the statue, but her father insisted on displaying for the guests. That man may have never cared for his child correctly, but her therapist assured her that he tried his best. He showered her in presents and fame, but he never quite understood that what she wanted wasn’t more money, but rather a parent who gave a damn. The statue’s owner grew up with wealth, but no one to talk to when it all went away. When it was all gone, it was all that survived, for she, too, lost herself in the fire.

Perhaps it was the person who served as the artist’s muse. They never minded that their lover had traded stability for happiness. Unconditionally, they loved, even when the person they loved gradually lost himself. Try as they might, the artist was too far gone to save. And even after his hands stopped creating, they knew that they’d still be his muse. While he made his way through the dark abyss of loneliness, they followed, holding a flashlight along the way. He may have forgotten them, but that was a luxury that they never got to have.