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you push the wooden stool toward him with an idle foot and he takes a quiet seat beside you, ordering a drink of his own. friendly words are exchanged between the blonde and the bartender. he must be a regular you think, watching curiously as he laughs with the handsome, raven-haired barman.

keenly, you leer around the bustling bar. a jukebox thrums and tipsy souls dance and sway. the dimly lit atmosphere is uncomfortably muggy and smells of alcohol and date night perfume. it’s overwhelming in a sense, and ironically, it doesn’t truly seem like his scene either, so why is he here?

“is this like… your spot?”

he shrugs noncommittally, a soft smile crinkling his eyes.

“sometimes i find myself here,” peering around as well, he takes a liberal sip of the amber liquor that sloshes in his old fashioned glass. “a good friend of mine works here. he made our drinks,” he nods to the handsome barman he had been chatting with earlier. “otherwise, i don’t think i would be here.”

“oh, of course,” your face grows considerably warm and you laugh softly but you don’t know why. he didn’t say anything that was particularly witty or humorous. are you flirting? nervous? “yeah, me either.” you finally mumble, consciously casting your gaze away to take another sip from your condensing glass.

some sick part of nanami is almost grateful that it was him who found you instead. he thinks you look beautiful, all dolled up for some loser. really, it’s a shame, but stumbling upon you tonight is nothing short of a blessing. there is static in the office that neither of you can dissent from, its gravitational pull indisputable.

you feel the heat of his lingering gaze during quarterly meetings. the trail of his dilated eyes watching as you saunter around like an angel in flesh. too often have you met his stare over the screens of your desktop computers; perilous, amber eyes peering over the golden rims of his glasses. those same eyes are reading through you right now and they can see your dismay.

it has to be him. nanami has to make this right—make you his.

“it’s a shame. you look beautiful tonight.” he admits, watching as you blush and turn away.

“god, don’t do that.” you groan, dropping your head into your open palms as you ward off the embarrassment that brews all over again.

the blonde laughs—rich and a bit puzzled.

“i mean it, he’s a loser.”

you shrug, not disagreeing.

a silent beat passes and then another.

“come home with me,” he then blurts, those golden eyes so soft and hankering. “please?”

all you can think is yes. your brain and heart scream in unison, pleading for you to nod your head and spend the night with your colleague—something that flaunts the reputation of being so foolish, yet somehow, all that you can ponder is the idea of leaving this stupid fucking bar with a man who actually gives a damn.

a sweet smile graces your lips and his heart throbs.

you nod. “okay.”

not even an hour later, you’re sluttily bouncing up and down the entirety of his cock on the expensively plush rug of his luxurious living room, failed date long forgotten. big, greedy hands encage your waist, guiding your crazed movements. his warm thumbs caress the even warmer skin of your stomach, committing your softness to memory.

“hic—he’s a f-fucking loser,” nanami hiccups, indulgently rolling his hips to meet yours in deep, deliberate thrusts. “yeaaah, he’s a fucking loser, huh?” he expels an unstable breath, nostrils flaring. “doesn’t matter, you’re all mine… mine, mine, mine.” the timber of his voice pitches progressively lower, trailing into something of a growl. “say it.”

“i’m yours.” you gasp, collapsing onto his chest from the force of his bucking hips.

he draws you closer, soft lips ghosting. “what’s mine?”

“my pussy, fuck.”

“what else?”

“my mouth, m-my tits, my body—everything!”

nanami groans, dragging you unbearably closer, slotting his lips against yours in a deep, filthy kiss. he’s gone, completely unabashed as he sloppily sucks on your tongue, glittery webs of saliva tethering you as one beautiful mess. he whimpers into the honeyed depths of your mouth as that pretty pussy swallows his cock the way it was always meant to.

your head spins when he’s drunkenly flipping you over, pressing you into the carpet with nothing but unfiltered lust. longing. firm, assertive hands are splaying beneath the underside of your quivering thighs, brazenly prying you apart as if you’re the last meal he’ll ever have. god, and the warm, pleasureful stretch that follows threatens to split you in two; it has you reeling.

“he wouldn’t fuck you like this,” he rasps, honed hips drawing back slowly, methodically. “don’t even know the fucking guy ‘n i could tell you he wouldn’t hah– fuck you like this, would he?”

you shake your head pathetically and nanami c yoos, whispering all of the horrible things he’s been waiting to do to you. he reaches an eager hand between your searing bodies, feverish fingers latching against your swollen clit and rubbing. you let off the prettiest cry, back arching into his touch like a whore.

“fuh— fuck me h-harder,” you’re so fucking pretty, brows furrowed as you pout for him, begging. nonsense tumbles from your pretty, parted lips and it makes his cock throb. “please… please. you feel soooo fucking good.”

obliging, nanami adds a little more of his body mass, fucking you with intention. the thick, pumping veins adorning the hooked length of his shaft twitch against the walls of your cunt and fuck, he feels it. he can feel the way you tighten up around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper and deeper. can feel how your clit pulses beneath the pad of his thumb, wordlessly begging for more. can even feel the way you’re about to make so much a mess that it drips all the way down to the fat of his swollen balls.

“suuuch a p-pretty girl, fuck,” he babbles, messy brows knitting in his ever growing pleasure. woozily, his head is slumping to one side, something irrepressible overcoming him. “knew this perfect cunt would take allll that fucking cock… every fucking inch, huh?”

all you can manage is a slack jaw, a breath of incredulity leaving your lungs as you squeeze down the length of his cock. arousal pools in the lower half of your belly, creeping up the depraved arch of your spine in something heinous. nothing that leaves you makes sense anymore, only inaudible cries of how close you are and how good his cock is making you feel.

“i wanna cummm,” it’s whimpered between little your gasps of air as you tighten around him once more, swallowing all of his languid thrusts like your life depends on it. “please make me cum… wanna cum on your c—cock, goddd.”

a high-pitched wince falls from his mouth as he fucks you deeper, warm thumb dragging over your clit so tenderly that it makes you buck. you will be the death of him, he’s sure of it—if it’s not the way you’re crying out his name like he’s the only prayer you know, it’s the way you’re creaming down the entire length of his fat, glistening cock like you own it.

“yeeeah, cum on it… m-make a mess all over it—all over my cock,” deliriously, his lips are finding yours again, consuming the beautiful cries that tear from your sore throat. “soooprettysofuckingprettyfuuuck.”

like a gentleman, he’s fucking you throughout your entire orgasm, nursing you through it all before reluctantly sliding out with a groan. your hand finds fist as he desperately pumps his aching shaft. the sensation of your much smaller fingers attempting to match his pace is what has him emptying the contents of his sticky balls all over your cunt, your beautiful name on the tip of his tongue.

warm, syrupy ribbons of cum dribble between your swollen lips, your pulsing hole greedily sucking in his arousal as it creeps lower and lower. nanami watches drunkenly as you heave, plush thighs trembling in your overstimulation. he huffs an audible breath, wordlessly admiring you in this new, salacious light.

“you really do look beautiful tonight,” nanami smiles, fingers brushing your chin. “i mean that.”

“20. Why? You got a crush on Satoru?” she whispered, snickering at you. Your hands quickly found her mouth, covering it just in case her brother heard. Something wet swiped across your palm, moving your hand back, you looked back in disgust, wiping the spit residue on your jeans. Sartoru’s previous conversation on the phone ended as he set his phone on the coffee table. “Well, that sucks.” She sighed, looking off, avoiding your eyes. 

“What, why?”

“Oh, I don't know…”

“C’mon please!”  you begged, coming up with the worst possible scenarios in your head. Is he gay? You could probably live with that. Is he a secret weirdo? That's okay, everyone is weird in their way. The worst possible thing could be that he's married. Looking off at his hand now wrapped around the remote, empty; good. He's not wearing a ring plus he's so young. 

“Well okay,” she grinned. “He's engaged, it's supposed to be secret, ‘kay?” In the 5 minutes and 37 seconds you have known of Satoru, your heart shattered. Your fantasy of a white picket fence, together married crumpled into a ball, and thrown into a fire. Staring at her in disbelief, ready for her to say “sike” but she never did, instead gossiping to you about Satoru’s secret relationship. Even though you were heartbroken from your extremely brief “crush” you couldn't help but listen. 

“Our parents really hate her, like seriously. Like three years ago, she came over and she and Satoru were alone in his room.” She looked around the room before standing up and gathering the magazines. “Let's go upstairs.” Nodding, taking your bag off the floor, anxious for the rest of the story. Both of you dashed up the stairs, Satoru looking skeptical of the two of you, your feet pattering up the steps. 

You sat on her bed in her room as she closed her bedroom door. “What happened?” you pleaded. What could his fiancée have possibly done to make their parents not like her so much? From what you've seen of them, her parents were so nice. They weren't even mad when Utahime failed gym, arguably the easiest class ever. She laughed, crawling on the bed towards you, lying on her stomach. 

“Alright, so my dad walked in on them and she had Satoru literally hanging out of his window.” You gaped, hanging off her every word. “They were arguing with Satoru for hours, even kicking Victoria out.”

“Is that his girlfriend, I mean fiancée?” you asked, happy at the sudden name drop. You were going to ask for her name anyway, but at least Utahime told you before you had to. She nodded, continuing on how he wouldn't tell them for weeks until he finally caved once they threatened to ban her from the house. 

“They were trying to sneak out to go to his friend's party. You know how my parents are, no way was he getting out, and he snuck her over. He ended up getting grounded for a month,” she shrugged. You almost forgot he was old enough to even go to parties, even worse, they had been together for three years. 

“Wait so why don't they like her?” You questioned if she was already not allowed before the window incident, what happened to make them not like her in the first place? She whistled looking around her room. She leaned in closer, lowering her volume. “I don't know much since they didn't tell me but from what I know they think she cheated on him a few times.” Your mouth dropped, how could you cheat on Satoru, your dislike for her grew, that was previously only based on “Victoria” being Satoru’s fiancée, was now fueled by the new information. “I know right! I still don't know if it's true or not, but they are engaged so they worked it out somehow...” She shrugged, rolling her eyes. 

“Woah, what are we gossiping about?” The bedroom door was open, with a very hot Satoru standing against the frame. It didn't seem like he was standing there long; at least not long enough to hear Utahime gossiping about his love life. He looked between the two of you before plopping on the bed. 

“Oh my god, you still don't know how to knock?” She face palmed moving away from him. He laughed, it was music to your ears, shrugging as he looked back at you. 

“Don't even miss your sweet big brother, you're harsh.” he sulked, wiping a fake tear from his dry eyes. 

“I've missed you oh so very much,” she said with faux enthusiasm, “Are you done now?” she sighed moving up towards the headboard and you. Even from across the bed, he smelled like vanilla, somewhat of cookies too. 

“Gosh, she's so mean, stay safe,” he warned looking at you. Your face heated up at him addressing you, he was so dreamy it was driving you crazy. “What's your name? Utahime is so embarrassed of her brother she didn't even introduce me. I'm Satoru,” he said, rolling off the bed, waiting for you to answer, but you were utterly speechless. Picking up on your situation, Utahime answered for you. 

Pushing Satoru towards the door, “Okay, get out!” she pushed trying to close the door on him, ignoring his constant pleas. 

“Wait- remember our deal right? I'll tell them later tonight, okay?” he said, holding the door open with his hands as her back was against it.

“Yeah yeah I remember to go now.” finally pushing the door closed, barely missing his fingers. Turning the lock, waiting to hear his footsteps go back down the stairs. “God, he is so annoying.” she groaned, swiping off her leggings.

“And hot.” you blurted out. She looked at you in pure disgust, putting her finger toward her mouth in a puking motion. She sat back on the bed, fixing the bedding that Satoru had messed up. 

“You're so gross, he's going to be back for a while because of spring break.” You nodded, making a mental note in your head to keep your hangouts at her house. For the rest of the afternoon, the two of you talked about mundane things before it was time for you to go home. Out the door, you took one last look at Satoru before leaving and getting in your parents' car. 

Every time you went over to Utahime’s house during breaks, the anticipation that Satoru would be there filled your stomach with butterflies. She often joked that you were only her friend for her brother; which was entirely false and she knew that. By the time you were 16 with a boyfriend of your own, Satoru turned into a distant crush and something to laugh about with Utahime. Once you moved to college, you assumed you would probably never see him again unless it was with Utahime back home, but he rarely came over after he got married. 

“I need a job,” you complained, sipping on your iced coffee that was becoming watery. Your last job fired you after ownership switched over and you were struggling to find a new one. The cafe was relatively empty, and was close to campus. You even tried applying here, but they denied your application. 

Utahime across from you perked up, “You remember Satoru right?” she asked, continuing to type on her computer. You nodded, he had become Utahime’s trump card whenever she wanted you to do something for a year and a half. “He moved around here recently but he needs a babysitter. He asked me but I'm too busy. Want me to ask? Pay is pretty good too,” She explained, telling you the days which were mostly weekends, Mondays, and Wednesdays. 

Your eyes lit up, the days fit right in your schedule and it wasn't for too long either. “How much and how many kids?” You asked, scrolling through your relatively empty calendar. 

“50 an hour and it's just one.” 

“Send me his number,” you replied quickly. You've had previous sitting experience so this should be a piece of cake. If anything, you didnt even know he had a kid, but it was kind of to be expected since he and his wife had been together for so long. Grabbing her phone, a message popped up on your laptop showing the number she sent. Immediately you added his number, preparing what to send. 

Your finger rapidly typed against the keyboard, rereading the message, making sure it was professional enough and no grammatical errors. The message was sent, and the delivered icon showed at the bottom of the text. “Wow you're quick, you'll get it don't worry. My nephew is good too,” she assured you, giving a thumbs up from behind her computer. 

Hopefully…there was no way you could go another week without some kind of income. 

Sighing, you got back to studying, keeping an eye on your notifications for a message from Satoru. The rest of the session went on with the hope of a response in the back of your mind, pushing you to study more to get it off your mind. The orange glow of the sunset radiated through the café's wide windows. “I'm tired, let's get back.” You yawned, stretching your body on the chair. Taking off your glasses to let your eyes rest from looking at the screen of your laptop for hours on end. You wore them for blue light protection, especially for studying on days like this. Utahime agreed, jumping up in her seat to start packing up. 

Gathering your things, and placing them neatly back into your study bag, your phone vibrated on the table. ‘Yep, it's still open! Would you be okay coming over sometime this week for an interview?’ Doing a silent celebration in your head, you responded yes, telling him you were free anytime this week. ‘Awesome, let's do tomorrow at 3!’ he responded immediately. Your fingers typed back, ‘Thank you, and see you soon!’. 

“Who are you texting?” Utahime smirked, peeking over at your phone. 

“Your brother. I have an interview with him tomorrow.”

“Congrats, make sure to not flirt with my brother.” she quipped, pulling her bag over her shoulder. You were laughing behind her. That crush was so long ago, that you were not going to flirt with your potential boss, especially not when he's married with a kid.  

Pulling into the driveway of the large house in front of you. There was even a fountain in the front! It was the address Satoru sent to you, there was only one car in the driveway, other than yours. Ringing the doorbell next to the large double doors with frosted glass. You could hear a bit of clattering and feet pattering before the door opened.  Staring at the older man in front of you, you're glad you didn't make any promises with Utahime. He looked as gorgeous as ever, probably even more since the last time you saw him was a few years ago at Utahimes 18th birthday. 

“You're here!” he said, opening the door wide, and leading you in. “You can leave your shoes here,” You took off your shoes, placing them neatly on the shoe mat. “Thank you. You can have a seat on the coach over there,” he pointed towards the living room on your right. He sounded somewhat the same as you remember, still a little boyish but more mature; sexier. The house was beautiful, almost more than it was outside. Walking towards the living room, I had a large sofa with a coffee table across from it and a massive television attached to the wall. 

Movie nights must be great. You wondered sitting on the edge of the plush couch cushion. It took a few moments before Satoru came back. “Sorry, my son just left, I was cleaning up a bit but I lost track of time.” He wiped off the back of his joggers, trying to look more presentable. “Alright, let's get started!” he sat down in a chair in front of you. He started asking you about your last jobs and handed him your printed resume showing all the job experience you've had. You were trying to pay attention to his questions, but your mind would annoyingly wander about how sexy he was. Every few minutes you would look around the room for family pictures. There was a painting on the wall but that was it. 

“My baby is my pride and joy. If anything were to happen to him, I don't know what I would do.” his carefree tone throughout the interview turned serious. You nodded profusely, your hands getting sweaty on your lap, your back straightening. “It's okay, no need to be so nervous. I've been trying to find a sitter for weeks, my work has been getting a little demanding.” he chuckled, giving you a thumbs up. “50 an hour Monday and Wednesday 6 to 10 and weekends 5 to 11. You're good, your resume looks fantastic. Do you have any questions for me?”

“How old is your son?” 

“He's 10 months old.” he responded with a smile, “He is so adorable, I can show you a few pictures on my phone. Sae looks just like me,” he said pridefully pulling his phone out of his pocket, his lock screen being a baby with white hair in a blanket asleep. He opened an album that seemed to be solely dedicated to his son. He showed you pictures and he wasn't wrong, the kid looked identical to him. 

“He's so cute, your twin.” You said staring at the picture of him playing with a toy set. He agreed, looking fondly at the screen. He handed you a paper schedule explaining that he would let you know if there were any date changes and that there was a feeding schedule on the fridge and where his food was. 

“In the packet, it has everything from his favorite shows to his nap times,” he explained, showing you around the large home. It was ardently clear his son was the light of his life, he had a 10-page packet front to back dedicated to his son. If anything it was a bit obsessive, but you could understand. Leaving your child with someone gets scary, and being there is important even if it's the exact spot of the bed the baby sleeps best at. 

Very thorough. 

“That should be everything, are you good this weekend?” he asked, with a pleading look in his eye. You were going to go clubbing but you can always do that some other time. Once the words yes fell out of your mouth, he gave you spilling out multiple thank yous. “You're a saint,” he said your name, the way it rolled off his tongue tickled your brain in a way it shouldn't. He was a very married man with a kid. Maybe your hormones were weird, he was completely off limits, and even worse, he was Utahimes brother.  He let you out of his tight embrace, his demeanor uplifted. 

“I'll see you this weekend!” he said, seeing you off to your car. You unlocked the car door as he opened it for you. You must be ovulating the way you tried to tear your eyes away from his arms traveling downward…”Drive safely.” He grinned watching you get inside the driver's seat. 

“Thank you so much for today! I'll see you Saturday.” Putting your car in reverse, you waved back at him as he walked back to the house. This job would take a lot of self-control, but you hoped once the kid was with you, then the professional switch in your brain would finally click.  

The next few days were a blur, Saturday morning, Satoru sent you a confirmation text, making sure you were still coming. It almost makes you wonder why he struggled so much to find a sitter. The pay was good and the hours weren't bad, even better, it's a. Utahime said he lived close, but it was almost a 30-minute drive to his house, so you had to get ready early wearing some yoga pants and a zip-up hoodie.

You sang along to the songs playing in your car as you drove damn near a half hour to Satoru’s house but it's okay at least his face made up for it.  When you pulled into the driveway, there was another car, other than Satoru’s. Must be his wife. You sighed, you knew at some point you would need to meet her. Even after all these years, you'd never seen her face, not even a picture. Getting out of the car, getting your bag, the thick packet tucked safely in a folder. 

“Bye, sweetie mommy loves you.” A woman with long hair bent down kissing the Sae on the forehead before walking past you completely. Satoru waved goodbye to her as she entered her vehicle. 

Satoru called your name as you looked at the woman in the car. Your imagination had come up with many possibilities of what she could have looked like, especially since Sae took after Satoru. His genes were strong as hell. She was beautiful and looked sophisticated, they were a cute couple. You were almost jealous but you had other things to worry about like your job. “Sorry, here I come.” 

He was already dressed in a business suit, “I have to go, but thank you and I'll see you at 11.” he rambled, giving the one last kiss, “I'll miss you so much, be good okay.” He gave you a final goodbye before rushing to his car. 

“It's just me and you.” You spoke to the baby who looked at you confused. “Oh right.” You introduced yourself to Sae who played on the strings of your jacket as you held him. You brought him inside, checking the clock, he still had an hour until snack time. 

You played with him on his building blocks until nap time. You were pretty surprised as he didn’t cry, he was a smiley baby if anything. He was literally his father's clone. Same eyes, hair, and even his chubby baby hands. No DNA test was needed for the father at least…mother was a different story. They had little to no resemblance; you almost questioned if she was the mother in the first place. Perhaps it's because you were used to Satoru’s face, it was the only one you could see. The baby started drooling at the commercials on the screen of his room's television; looking at the time, it was already snack time. 

Crouching down to pick him up, you noticed a picture on the diaper cabinet with a Polaroid picture of Sae, Satoru, and his wife. They looked like a happy family grinning ear to ear in the picture. You smiled to yourself, someday you did want a family of your own, but first, you needed to finish your last year in college and handle your job once you graduate. For now, all you could do was fantasize. Carefully going down the grand staircase with the child on your hip. 

You opened the fridge, it was packed full of healthy food, a few packed lunches sitting on the top shelf and baby food right next to it. Grabbing the unsweetened yogurt and a baby spoon out of one of the drawers. As Sae ate, you watched the sunset from the windows. After this, it would be nap time according to the packet, and a note stated that he liked to sleep next to someone. You giggled imagining Satoru lying next to Sae, both napping together, you'd bet Satoru had a picture of that too. 

Once he was done, you washed the spoon in the sink, rinsing the bubbles from the sponge and dish soap. Getting the baby from the booster, you took him back up to his room, sitting on the grey recliner next to the crib. Sae started yawning, lying on your chest, as a child show on Netflix played on the television on the wall. After the first episode, he went to sleep spittle pooling on your jacket. He was so cute it hurt. Seeing how he was today, it would be an easy job, the hardest part being his father. 

Grabbing the remote, you decided to put on one of the shows you were watching recently, you clicked on the guest account, typing the show into the search bar. Clicking play on the last episode you watched, skipping the recap and intro. The volume was turned down low enough that it would wake the little gojo lying on you, a blanket draped over him. 

Occasionally he would shift in his sleep, turning over onto your arm, giving you a little more room to move. Your phone rang on the table next to you, quickly grabbing it so it wouldn't wake the baby. “Hello?” you whispered into the phone, you hadn't even checked who the caller was. 

“Aw, you guys look so cute,” a familiar voice said over the phone, you could see he had a pout through the phone almost. You stifled a giggle looking toward the camera in the corner of the room, pointing at both of you. You waved with your hand. “Hello to you too, just checking in. It's nap time, so I assumed he was asleep,” he stated. You looked at the camera knowing he was watching through the cameras.

“Yeah he's been great,” you muttered, keeping the small blanket on Sae. You were becoming a little cold, your legs crossed to keep in what little heat you had. 

“That's good, I was a little worried he would be shy around you but you're getting along great. I knew you would be perfect.” Your face began to heat up from the compliment, but you tried not to take it any other way than professionally. “What are you watching?” he asked, through the phone, it sounded like he was in a quiet area. 

“It's grown-ish, don't worry I'm on the guest account,” you answered, Satoru chuckling through the phone. “What?” you questioned wondering what he could be laughing about. 

“Are you even old enough to watch that?” he joked, watching your reaction through the camera. 

“I'm 23, not 12.” You scoffed, your arms were becoming stiff under the baby’s weight. Gently you moved him to the side of your phone to switch places. 

“God you make me sound old,” 

“You're 29, that's not too bad.” You yawned. It was almost 9 and you were also a little sleepy, even though all you'd done all day was sit if you could even call it that, when it was so easy. 

“I'm surprised you remember how old I am.” You had a feeling he was about to bring up some embarrassing memories. “Oh yeah, sorry about today, I meant to stay a bit to make sure he did well but I got caught up with Victoria.” 

“No, it's okay I understand.” Your eyes watered from how tired you were. 

“Hey he's not waking up as long as you're under him, he puts me to sleep every time.” He said he heard the tiredness in your voice. 

“I couldn't do that, definitely not on the first day.” You pushed yourself awake. No way were you going to fall asleep on the job, that would be too embarrassing. 

“Whatever you say captain.” he laughed. “Oh, I have to go now, I'll see you late tonight if you're not asleep.” You were going to reply but hung up. Looking at your phone, you might as well check and see if anyone texted you. Utahime did, but you might as well call her, she is such a slow texter it'll take her 3 years to text you back. The phone rang 4 times before she picked up. 

“How is it going over there?” She asked breathing into the phone. It sounded like she was at the gym. You could hear Sae’s soft snoring, which you're sure was getting picked up through the phone. “Didn't admit your undying love for Satoru yet, did you?” she sneered. You rolled your eyes, if only he wasn't married. 

“It's going good and no, I did not. I just got off the phone with him before I called you,” you whispered, keeping the phone propped up on your neck. She whistled through the phone background machinery and chatter in her background. 

“At my party you couldn't even look him in the face, now you're holding this kid. Couple goals!” Utahime quipped before cursing into the phone. You tried holding in your laughter, kids without a nap weren't fun, and you did not want to see what Sae was like without one. 

“That's what you get.” 

“Shut up, this fucking stairmaster is hell.” She grunted, perceiving through whatever “hell” she was going through. You continued to talk to her about your day, keeping an eye on the time, and the sleeping child on your arm. Your bodies lay comfortably on the recliner waiting for time to pass and for you to get in your own bed. By the time you got off the phone with her, it was already 10:30. 

It was late so Sae was officially asleep for the night. Carefully getting up, you placed the baby inside the crib, laying on the soft mattress. 

“I'm home!” Satoru cheered, giggling at the keys from downstairs and opening the oak doors. Your stuff was already packed ready to go home and sleep. “I brought food.” he smiled, holding up a brown bag. You were going to eat a cup of ramen noodles at home but it wouldn't hurt eating here. It's free food! 

Settling at the island in the kitchen you climbed to the top of one of the stools. He pulled out two plastic containers of Chinese food, the aroma filling your nose. “Got it on my way back.” you waited for him to start eating first as he mixed the ingredients together. The food was surprisingly good and still warm, looking between your containers you noticed he got you the same thing as him. 

“You have good taste.” it wasn't just a compliment on his taste in food but rather everything from his home to his wife. Hell, he even had the good Q-tips. He perked up his brows furrowing as he swallowed the rest of his food.

“Where do you think Utahine gets it from,” he smirked. “If I didn't take over the business I would totally do that new age influencer thing,” he said, taking a large bite out of the rest of his food. You weren't even half finished. You knew his family was rich but nothing about a business. Maybe someday down the line, you'll ask for a raise. 

“What would your employees do without you?” you joked stretching your legs yawning into your hands. Finishing your food Satoru watched talking endlessly about his employees. One thing you did remember about Satoru was that he talked a lot. 

“Poor Ijichi needs a vacay.” he sulked, throwing the plastic containers into the waste bin. The conversation felt so natural and so comforting. It had been a while since you talked to anyone other than close friends. 

“You could send him on vacation.” he stared at you, considering your suggestion as though he hadn't thought about that. 

“You're right. I could.” taking off his suit jacket only wearing the white button-up. “Wanna help me come up with some places? I was thinking somewhere warm.” Alone with him any longer? Too dangerous. 

“Maybe next time,” you looked between him and the clock. The drive would be long enough to clear your mind of these indecent thoughts. 

“Oh right, campus is quite the drive.” he offered to drive you home but you denied getting into your car. The drive alone was something you needed. Wishing him a goodnight he watched you drive off your headlight illuminating the dark empty street. 

The next few shifts with Sae and Satoru became your routine. After a month you didn't even need to refer to the packet when it was time for the baby's bath time and which particular order to use his soaps. That small part of you sensed that innocent crush slowly resurfaced the more contact with Satoru. When his gaze lingered for a little too long you figured you were imagining it but some part of you wished you were right. He'd bring the both of you food at the end of your shift even sharing the rest of your food only after he finished begging for a bite even though it's the exact same thing as what he had. 

11:15 pm 

The jingling of keys opened the door carefully. “I'm home…” there was no response or patterning of feet coming down the staircase. Empty and quiet. Unusual. 

Going upstairs, Sae's room was empty and the light shut off. Worry started to fill Satoru’s mind. The house was way too quiet and you and Sae were nowhere to be seen. Calling your name frantically checking every room upstairs before going to the 1st floor. Turning the corner he was met with your sleeping bodies slump on the couch. Sae lay on your chest, he let out a long sigh, closing the call app on his phone. 

The image was too cute to handle, too domestic to think too much about. From an outside perspective, you looked like a mother napping with his baby. Quickly grabbing his phone without a second thought he took a picture of the two of you lying there resisting the urge to utter an audible “aww”. 

As cute as you both looked it couldn't have been comfortable. Silently he picked Sae up, taking him upstairs to his crib. When he returned downstairs you were still asleep changing positions curled up on the sofa. 

Picking your pliant body up holding you in his arms as he traveled upstairs. He debated between his room and the guest room. Currently, the guest room has been turned into temporary storage. His room it is. He tried desperately to ignore your hand that was grasping his chest. Carefully setting your body on his mattress draping the lush duvet over your body. Drool had slipped through your plush lips taking his thumb he wiped the residue going just a little too slow taking in how soft your cheek was. His thumb grazed your bottom lip, the corners of your mouth twitched making him retreat, yanking his hand away. 

Too close…

Looking down the imprint of his cock strained against his slacks. He was sleeping on the couch. There was no way he could lay in the same bed as you. He could barely keep his hands to himself when you sat across from him telling him about your day. Ever since the moment you stepped inside his home, he knew he had to practice self-control sitting in the car watching you through the security cameras as you walked through the house as you lived there memorizing the rooms no longer needing to wander aimlessly trying to find the bathroom.

Stepping into the shower connected to his room letting the frigid stream travel down his body trying to tame his hard-on. His mind started to race with the image of you with his child ring on your finger tied to him forever. The thought alone had him wrapping his hand around his cock in slow strokes. Depictions of you filling his mind the way your ass looked in those gray flare pants or how prettily your tits looked in a square cut top. It wasn't even that low cut, however, just the tiniest bit of cleavage peeking through. Suddenly his imagination conjured an image of you pregnant with his kid's stomach round and large. Spurts of cum splattered on the shower tiles. 

Fuck. 

When you awoke there was no longer a child lying on your stomach and you were way too comfortable. The room looks unfamiliar and the bed is too large to be your own. Turning your attention to the sound of a shower running and turning off. The room lights were dimmed making it easier for your eyes to focus. The door in the corner of the room opened and your eyes widened. Satoru stood there with only a pair of pajama pants on and a towel drying his hair. 

“Oh, I’m sorry-”

“No, it's okay I thought you were…asleep,” he said, opening a few drawers and grabbing some clothes. You watched him attentively droplets of water from his hair dripping onto the floor. The muscles of his back moved as he dug through the drawer grabbing a fluffy blanket On the nightstand, there was a framed picture of Sae dressed as an elf. So it was Satoru’s room. 

“Where are you going?” you asked as Satorg opened the door to the hallway. He looked surprised holding his blanket exiting the room. 

“Downstairs..” 

“Why?” pulling the cover off you got up your top it was hiked up showing a sliver of your midsection. “You could sleep in here,” 

“But you're in here?” You looked at him confused. You were both adults. There was nothing wrong with being in a room together, alone. 

“I have to go home anyway.” getting up, fixed the cover, pulling it back over the mattress. 

“It's already late you might as well stay here.” he protested he wasn't wrong it was already 12 and to be honest you really didn't feel like driving especially not when Satoru was shirtless in front of you a small blush tinting his complexion. “So it's settled, you stay up here I go downstairs.” 

“It's your room, I can't kick you out. Just stay here” 

“You're a guest, it's too uncomfortable for you to sleep there.” one thing the couch wasn't uncomfortable but sure it he insisted. 

“We can just sleep together then.” You didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, prepared to say never mind and beat him downstairs to reflect on what you said. 

“Okay.” you didn't expect him to say yes, thankfully (unfortunately?) he didn't take what you said the wrong way and climbed into the bed. He peeled the cover back, opening a spot for you to lay down. Lying down putting the cover over yourself staring at Satoru’s back in front of you. The only thing separating you is the console. The air was thick with heat, whether, from the heavy blanket or the tension between you, you weren’t sure. 

Your senses were hyper-aware of every crinkle in the bed trying to force yourself asleep. Closing your eyes but only images of Satoru’s bare chest moist and glistening from his shower. Your body was stiff against the bed hoping I'd you didn't make any movements the man next to you wouldn't notice how hot your body was growing or worse the heat developing in your panties. 

Swiftly Satoru turned over facing you, his cerulean eyes examining your expression. You prayed that in the dark room, he couldn't see the way your eyes traveled to his lips, they looked so soft, delicate. His body seemed a lot closer than when you first laid down if you focused you could feel the faint air from his breathing. You could move over and prevent whatever impulsivity that you would possibly regret. 

Your body inched just a little closer enough that you could see his individual lashes. They were long and full, guys always had nice lashes but his were as beautiful as the rest of his face, they complimented his eyes. So pretty. At least you ten years had taste. 

“You think I'm pretty?” he said staring back at you, you would've been embarrassed but you were too distracted by the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke. “You're pretty too…” he moved some of your hair out of your face. You would really regret this later. 

Before you even realized what you were doing, you reached for him, your lips brushing his. It was tentative at first, just a small touch. But then Satoru’s hand found your head, and the kiss deepened, slow but undeniable. Your fingertips grazed his chest feeling the soft skin. His hands traveled down your bag, his touch electric against your skin sending shivers up your spine. Crawling onto his lap, your hands feeling to his skin every dip and curve. His hands wandered down your top slipping under to touch your skin. Your lips were intoxicating as he drank in the kiss pulling back only to breathe. 

His pupils were staring at your figure above him, he resisted the urge to rut his hips against yours for friction. Your hands were exploring his body groping wherever you could. The kiss was fervent basking in the way you tasted; you were so perfect. Suddenly you pulled back your face full of horror. 

“This is so wrong-”

“I'm not that bad of a kisser-” he grazed his lips confused. That wasn't the problem, he was good too good. If you didn't pull back now you're afraid you wouldn't have. 

“You're married!” you cried whispering so that Sae 3 doors down wouldn't hear. Satoru's face dropped into a look of humor holding a hand over his mouth. “This is not funny, I can't be a homewrecker!” you began to crawl off of him, tears welling in your eyes in the shame of the situation. His hand found you pulling you back on his lap. He held you tight in his arms, shushing your constant pleas. 

“I got divorced months ago,” he stated plainly, your body was still in his arms as he rocked you. This entire time it was one of the many reasons preventing you from pouncing on him. He cupped your face close to his pecking your lips, wiping the salty tears from your face. “Thought you picked up on that already, guess not.” pinching your cheeks you wrapped your legs around him. 

Now the only renewed fever pressing his lips onto yours. Your breaths came out sharp and unrestrained, your chests rising. Your bodies pressed flush, every point of contact burning, like you could consume each other if you would. His name escaped your lips in ragged whispers. Dragging your shirt off revealing the Victoria's Secret bra underneath. His hands wrapped around your waist keeping you balanced as he leaned back letting your hips rock against his. The fabric separating the two of you was becoming unbearable. Your clothes were too hot. 

Your fingertips traced fervid lines down his abs and abdomen. His hands swiftly unclipped the hooks of your bra letting it fall off your shoulders and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Flipping you over your body jolting against the mattress, hastily pulling off your leggings and drenched panties in one go. He pushed your knees back watching how slick spilled out your pussy. Taking a finger collecting some that was dripping down sucking in his finger. You were going to drive him crazy. 

Plunging his fingers inside your walls contracting at the intrusion sucking him in. The loud squelching of your pussy echoed through the room. You tried stifling your moans holding a hand over your mouth, your hips rocked back on his fingers as they roughly plunged in and out of you. You felt that tight core build up in your stomach until you came on his fingers, your toes curling in the air. 

He had you folded your knee and touch the bed beneath you, pinned to the bed as he cock aligned with your hole easing in slowly. You gasped, eyes rolling in the back of your head. The stretch was so immense it almost hurt but the pleasure was too good. Once he bottomed out he waited for your walls to adjust to him. He cursed, rubbing languid around your clit.  It was so hard keeping your voice in his agonizingly slow thrusts almost like he was testing how much you could take. Biting your lip keeping what sounds that wanted to escape your mouth in. 

“That's good, you're so good,” he whispered, watching how his girth stretched your cunt swallowing every inch. 

“F-faster- I can take it.” you moaned clenching around him desperate with more; as he pulled out glancing between your face and the soaking mess of your hole. Readily he pulled out before slamming into you knocking the air out your lungs. The pace was brutal. With every thrust his tip kissed your cervix, making him incredibly deep within you. 

“Shit don't look at me like that might want to put a  in you,” you were too out of it to tell if he was joking or not but you didn't care. 

“Do it!” You cried out his name, the weight of hips thrusting into your heat had your core building up another orgasm. His velvet voice whispered in your ear. Your mind was too cloudy to make out what he said, it didn't matter. You moaned out a hushed yes. 

The way your gummy walls wrapped around him he could stay like this forever, drilling into your heat. The way your tits bounced he could imagine them full of milk ready to be freed, the thought of a condom didn't even cross either of your minds. If he didn't slow down he'd paint your walls full of cum without a second thought. He muttered out praises drunk off your pussy. 

“Fuck- hngh I’m soo close,” you whimpered your hands gripping the sheets as his pace continued. Your walls constricted around him gushing on cock. Your body spasmed a silent scream leaving your lips as you came. He groaned at how tight you were making small thrusts letting you ride out your orgasm. Thank god he and his ex divorced. You don't know if you'll ever give up the high you're on. 

“Baby don't cry, remember you have to be quiet,” he wiped the wet tears from your eyes as he chased his own orgasm. His fingers left bruises on the back of your thighs keeping your body pinned to the mattress. His cock twitched inside of you, his cock pulverizing your insides. Little droplets of water dripped onto the mattress and your stomach, his hair still a little wet. Your face was so fucked out he couldn't help but stare drinking in your expression. “You can do it- hah I'm close.” he moaned, pressing your body further into the mattress impossibly digging deeper inside of you. 

“Don't pull out, ngh- cum in me please!” you pleaded your hands grasping his biceps, your doe-eyed begging him to cum your sweet pussy holding him hostage above you. How could he say no? Almost instantly with one last thrust, his cock punctured into your hole stuffing your insides. Your eyes rolled back the warm liquid filling your womb. It was so satisfying the little moans Satoru let out keeping your body in place as he came. 

“Don't move, I want to see how much you can fit. It'd suck for it to fall out.”

You’re flushed and your body feels so warm, your back pressed to his chest, your legs pushed up. Suguru’s hands wrap around the back of your plush thighs, digging into your soft skin, your pretty wet cunt on full display for Satoru.

You’re so cute.

Gasping and whining each time Suguru bottoms out, your hands desperately reaching for Satoru, needing him closer, running your fingers through his white locks, panting into his mouth. Your eyebrows knit together, and you cry out while your head lolls back onto Suguru’s shoulder.

The man behind you grins, kissing your neck as he moves you up and down, up and down. He’s so strong, you note, handling you with such ease, as though you’re nothing more than a doll.

“God, Satoru,” Suguru groans when you clench around him, eyebrows furrowed as he rests his chin on your shoulder and looks down at the way you’re swallowing him so well. “Can’t believe you kept this one all to yourself for so long,”

It’s through gritted teeth, pleasure slowly building in his stomach at the way you’re so tight, so soft, and wet. All perfect and pliant for him as he bullies his cock into you again and again.

“Such a perfect girl,” he kisses your shoulder, chuckling when you moan shamelessly.

“Well, I’m sharing now, aren’t I?” Satoru replies, his eyes trained on your face, drinking in every expression, running his hands through your hair, and bringing you back to look at him.

Your eyes are lidded, and you look positively cock drunk as you meet his gaze, lips twitching up into a soft smile. “My sweet girl was just a little shy,” he says, almost as if you aren’t there.

“But you’re here now, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod feverishly, gasping when Suguru hits your sweet spot dead on, your grip on him momentarily tightening.

“I’m here,” you say, bringing an arm back so you can run your fingers through Suguru’s soft hair. “I'm here now,”

“Oh,” your eyes roll back when Suguru begins thrusting his hips up, abusing your gspot till your toes are curling and you’re completely high off the pleasure.

It’s a wonder how Satoru's sweet and shy girl is now a babbling mess on his best friend’s cock. A side of you that’s been reserved for him behind closed doors only is now being shared with Suguru.

It’s beautiful.

Suguru lets go of your legs, letting you wrap them around Satoru's waist as he continues bouncing you up and down. You press your heels into his back, pulling him closer, your hand easily slipping into his sweats, pulling out his achingly hard cock.

Satoru immediately groans at the friction, gasping when you run your thumb over the slit, spreading pre-cum all over.

"You, ah, should get to come too, Toru," you say, voice dripping in seduction, making Satoru's head spin. "It's only fair,"

Satoru can barely believe what's happening as you rub his cockhead against your clit, coating him in your slick, and he squeezes his eyes shut, gasping out staggered breaths.

He faintly hears Suguru laugh, feels your body vibrate in effect, feels everything, and too much. Your moans are so pretty, so free, so loud.

His pretty, sweet, shy girl.

"Wanna come," he thinks you're saying, though he's not sure who it's directed at, not sure he's even fully there or if he's ascended to another plane of existence.

"Please, Sugu," he opens his eyes, watching the way you're begging so softly for his best friend to make you come. It's almost too much to bear, the way your legs are shaking and moans are spilling from your throat like honey and pure sugar.

Suguru seemingly isn't invincible either because he's kissing your jaw and praising you for being so polite.

"Of course you can come, pretty girl."

It's almost instant the way you're letting go, your limbs turning to jelly as you soak Suguru's cock in your wetness. The way you gasp and whine might just be the hottest thing Satoru has ever seen, and he barely realises before he's spilling into your hand, eyes rolling back as he coats your pretty cunt in cum.

"Oh,"

Suguru watches you both, feeling the way you clench around him so tightly, seeing the way Satoru is twitching in your hand. It's all too much to take in, and he quickly follows after you, emptying himself deep into your pussy. It spills out around his length as he groans, biting into your neck.

All three of you still while catching your breaths collectively. You feel like some of your brains have been fucked out, temporarily turning you into a dumb mess, whining when Suguru slips out of you, reaching for both of your boys when they try to get up from the bed.

"Stay with me," you sigh, your shyness having returned in your post-orgasm haze. Both men laugh, pressing a kiss to each of your cheeks, promising they'll return with a towel to help you clean.

Satoru catches Suguru's gaze through the mirror as they stand in the bathroom.

"You got yourself a good one," Suguru states.

and he blinks, pretends to be offended at how responsible you are, and then falls into an easy smile because sex with you is more than enough for him. when he sinks into you, condom-covered or not, he falls a little bit more in love each time.

but it is not the same and you know it.

the weight of him on top of you is the same. as is the snapping thrusts of his hips into yours and the gentle circles he traces over your clit and the way he moans your name once he’s sheathed fully inside of you. it’s the same.

but it’s not the same as taking him raw. it’s not the bulge of his veins against your velvet walls. nor is it the beading precum at his tip dripping inside of you, or the filthy fucking drawling moans he lets out when he fills you to the brim.

“you’re so beautiful,” he's moaning like he's in heat. completely enthralled with every aspect of your being, satoru groans and moans and snaps forward into you like he's trying to breed you regardless.

and you're so full, stretched to your limits with his cock pulsing inside of you, but you don't feel satiated like you could. you've tasted it once, the feel of his cum spilling into you, the knowledge of what it could do to you. to him. he would look good as a dad. god, him holding a baby in his arms...

"pull out."

gojo stops immediately at your words, blinking the lust from his eyes in an immediate shock change of expression. he's looking you over, making sure you're not in any pain, before pulling out of you completely with no questions asked. he's always been good like that—sure, he'll whine about wearing latex but he'd never push you past your spoken limits.

"you wanna stop?" he asks gently, already reaching for a washcloth to wipe you down with. his eyes watch you carefully, obsessed with your interest and comfort: you have to stop yourself from laughing at his panic. "we can watch some TV or go to bed or i could make you—"

his words die in his mouth when you reach down to his still-hard cock and slowly pull the condom that covers it from the top. it slides from his length with a little resistance before finally pulling over the head and snapping back at your hand with a subtle sting.

"fuck me," you meet his eyes.

"what? you said—"

"satoru. fuck me. breed me, even. how many other ways do i have to put it? i want you to fuck a baby into me."

he blinks again. no witty comment, no awful smirk or joke about being a dilf. you've gone and rendered satoru speechless. when he does finally move his lips, it's not to dirty talk you like expected.

"we aren't married."

you can't help but laugh. "what?"

"i'm going to marry you first, and then you are going to make me a dad. i have it all planned out, babe, we can't have drunk honeymoon sex if you're pregnant. though you would look fucking beautiful on a beach somewhere with a baby bump. god now i'm conflicted."

"you have it planned?"

the thought of satoru planning this out hits you, him thinking about a future with you, a ring on your finger, embracing the stress of parenthood together so well that when the kids move out and you're old and grey, you abhor having a silent home.

"so are you going to propose or not?" you look at him.

again, he blinks. "right now?"

"why not? do you have a ring?"

satoru looks at you, smiles, and slips off the bed—still naked—to reach into the bedside drawer. a small black box sits in his top drawer, ironically under a pile of condoms. he holds it in his hand and returns to you with a kiss to your knee, and then one to your inner thigh, and another just above your clit. he works his way up your stomach, of course stopping to bite at your nipples when he reaches your chest, and then presses himself fully against you once his lips find yours.

when he pulls away, you're met with the sight of a ring you had pointed out to him months ago. had he really been planning this long? "i knew i was going to marry you on our first date," he says, but then counters, "actually, that's a lie. it was when i tasted that sweet pussy of yours for the first time, but that's not as romantic."

you smile, bracing yourself for a long-winded speech when satoru suddenly pushes the tip of his now-uncovered cock inside of you. you gasp, and he swallows it with a kiss before taking your hand in his and slipping the ring down your finger with a breathy; "will you marry me?"

"yes," of course, is your answer. which warrants a sudden deep thrust from your now-fiancé as he bottoms out inside of you.

"yeah?" he nips at your neck. "you'll marry me? gonna make me a dad too, huh? gonna fill you up, baby, gonna breed you out and—"

"i thought you said—"

Toji F.

05:39 PM You scared? Is that it? 05:42 PM Scared of what this cock will do to you? What it could turn you into? Is that why you keep disappearing on me? 05:42 PM You’re breaking my heart here, girl.

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The audacity. Taken aback is an understatement, yet his message makes your stomach sink in arousal. You can hardly help the dramatic roll of your eyes, an incredulous scoff following as you stuff your phone back into the pocket of your jeans. As you trudge toward your final class of the day, his messages linger on your mind, igniting a flame of refutation that begs to be doused, because you? Scared? Please.

Boredom is a strange thing. It tends to bring out the worst, turning people into versions of themselves they weren’t sure could ever exist within the same universe—versions of themselves that defy the being they’ve worked tirelessly to become, but when there’s nothing left to do, nowhere else to turn, and everything else has been exhausted, we result to desperation. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Tinder.

If university has taught you anything, it’s that men don’t mature overnight… or ever. Even being four entire years into your overpriced degree, it’s evident that maturity doesn’t exist within the minds of frat hopping, beer chugging, striped polo wearing college boys. You crave more. You crave experience and wisdom, but at the end of the day, you’re still just bored and in desperate need of something that’ll abide your time in university—Toji Fushiguro.

So really, is there truly anything wrong with downloading a dating app with the sole intention of fucking? Is it so wrong to toggle your age preference a little too high? Your preferred mile radius a little too far? You’re not sure, not really. All you know is that there is a point to be proven and a void to be filled, and maybe Toji isn’t the answer you should be seeking, but he damn sure is the easiest and most willing recourse.

That’s the exact reason you’re finally messaging him back, inviting him over to your apartment to chill. It’s nearly embarrassing how fast he responds. An obscure, upside down, smiling emoji at the end of his text masks his ever-growing anticipation with cordiality, though it’s a stark contrast to the way he’ll have you pried apart later, fucking you so rudely with the sole intention gutting you out completely, but you’ll find out soon enough. Curiosity kills cats anyway.

As the day grows on, your excitement grows beyond you. The rapid tap of your anxious feet strike against the tiled floor of the lecture hall, reverberating throughout the drab room. An exasperated sigh drags from your pouted lips, chin resting within the palm of your hand. Back and forth your eyes flit from the digital clock abut the wall to your monotone professor who paces through the aisles, blathering on about environmental law.

You can hardly help the way you’re beginning to eagerly gather your belongings, slinging your backpack over one shoulder before discretely slipping out of the room, scurrying home with a girlish grin long before class is dismissed. Immediately, you’re fishing for your phone, informing Toji that you’re finally free, and again, his response is embarrassingly quick.

He’s on his way.

It feels like an eternity and you’re impatient. Your stomach lurches in excitement as you sit cross legged on the couch. The large television before you hums monotonously, a show you’ve never cared for flitting across the crystal display, but then, there’s a knock—three, hard, heavy-handed knocks. If it weren’t for the dangerous excitement that swirls deep in your core, you’d almost be embarrassed for the way you rush to the door. As you reach for the knob, it feels like you can’t breathe, like you forgot how, but that doesn’t deter the hand that’s slowly creaking the heavy, wooden door open just enough to peek your head out and then up, up, up.

“Oh.” You breathe, huffing a breath you weren’t aware you held, your curious gaze shamelessly leering over the burly, heavy-set figure that fills your doorway. “Hi, Toji.” The door creeps wider as you step aside, granting him access into your home.

“Hi, pretty.” His low, gravelly voice reverberates throughout your entire being, sending a cruel, unintentional rush of heat between your clamped thighs. A mischievous smile pries his scarred lips apart, neat, pearly teeth glaring right back at you.

Toji straggles behind as you pad through the archway that leads to your small kitchen. He slips out of his shoes, wordlessly admiring your girlishly ornamented apartment, cock nearly throbbing from the overwhelming scent of you—so cloying and honeyed and edible. God, he’d only be lying if he said he hasn’t imagine what you’d taste like, fucking his fist like whore to the pretty pictures on your Tinder profile.

“Uh, you hungry?” You observe your barren fridge, lips twisting in thought. “I have leftovers from last night.” You peer over your shoulder, watching as he observes your carefully thought out space.

He shakes his head in response, a slow, crooked smirk playing his slick lips. Slowly, he’s leaning back, legs crossing idly in front of him as his large hands fall back to prop himself against the cold, marble island that sits in the middle of the kitchen. He eyes you silently, watching intently as you pace around your kitchen, fixing him a complimentary glass of iced water. You can hardly meet his intense gaze as you present him with a tall, overfilled glass, far too nervous to truly observe the way he practically devours you with his prey-like stare.

“What?” You finally croak, a nervous little laugh tumbling past your lips. You’re stepping away to crane your head back, reluctantly registering the overwhelming sight before you.

Toji shrugs wordlessly before taking a long, ponderous sip from his condensating glass. He swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing before humming melodically, pondering in thought. His seemingly cruel gaze never leaves yours, even as you’re slowly backing away to lean against the opposing counter, subconsciously mirroring his stance as you prop yourself on the palms of your hands.

“You nervous or somethin’?” Toji smiles wide, cocking his head to the right. An intense set of dark eyes pierce yours, reading directly through your timid expression. Contrary to your fidgeting fingers, you shake your head in refutation as you peer down at your feet in a desperate attempt to avoid his relentless gaze.

Liar.

“No? Why are you so far then?” He observes, taking another sip from his dwindling glass before setting it against the marble. You hardly notice the way he shuffles closer, slyly inching toward your side of the kitchen. “After all that shit you talked I was sure you’d be all over me… what changed, pretty?” Now, he stands hair's breadth away, looking down on you as if you’re prey to be devoured.

“Nothing.” You mutter, still averting your gaze. It’s hardly a whisper.

The slow, subconscious clamp of your thighs as you fruitlessly attempt to dull the throb of your poor, aching pussy doesn’t go unnoticed. In fact, a burly knee is subtly creeping between your legs, deliberately forcing them back apart. There’s nowhere to run — nowhere to cower and writhe in fear or embarrassment; he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

You’re completely caged in, stretching to the tips of your toes in escape, but oh, sweet gravity—it’s pulling you down, down, down, driving your clothed cunt against the stiff muscles of his thigh. You gasp, barely able to chase the breaths that tumble past your lips. Still, you can’t bear the thought of facing him, not after all that shit you talked, not even as you grind yourself against his thigh.

Toji pouts feignedly. “C’monnn, you won’t even look at me?” A large hand is cupping your chin, gingerly forcing your gaze onto his. “This can’t be the same girl who promised she’d let me slut her out… right?” His warm breath fans your parted lips, a fat thumb blindly grazing the lower half of your face. “No, you can’t possibly be the same girl who sent me a video of her noisy, little pussy cryin’ fa’me either… right?”

You’ve never felt so… small. The way your stomach sinks in arousal nearly forces a helpless whine past your lips. It almost feels like you’re in trouble. like you’ve done something horribly wrong and now, you await your inescapable punishment, yet your core aches at the very thought. It burns with an inextinguishable desire to be filled, to be punished.

As a father, Toji can’t help but to default back to his intrinsic lust for control, to assume authority. So really, can you blame him when he’s wordlessly pulling you up the counter you lean against? Two, strong hands finding purchase on your hips, yanking you closer to the edge of the frigid marble. He definitely doesn’t miss the way your legs practically fall open for him, naturally spreading to accommodate the girth of his hips as he creeps closer.

A slow and beautifully sinful grin is marring his face. “Are you a woman of your word?” It’s a low, gravelly hum, one that has you nodding desperately, lips parting sweetly. His head cocks to the right in query. “Yeah? So you’re gonna let me slut that pretty pussy out like you promised, hm?” A singular hand pushing your thighs further apart so that he can insert himself between them to which you audibly moan, nodding once again.

“I am a woman of my word,” you breathe, falling back to catch yourself on your hands as a newfound sense of confidence brews within you. “I meant it, you can have me however you want… please.”

“Do you even know what you’re asking for?” He subtly warns, slipping a large, intentional hand between your searing bodies. “Can you handle that?” Several, warm fingers are trailing against the fabric that hugs your cunt, eliciting a beautiful string of wanton moans from your pretty, parted lips—moans that make his cock twitch to life, eager to ruin you.

“Mhmmm, yes… yes,” you’re nodding, gasping out for more, head rolling deliriously from side to side as his fingers press firmly against your clothed cunt. “I can take anything, I swear! I’ll be s-so good.”

The subconscious roll of your body against the stocky hand that cups your pussy is pathetic. It’s dragging endless hums of pleasure and little gasps of air from your stupidly gaped mouth. You’re insatiable as you buck your hips, desperate to get more out of his teasing fingers, yet still, it isn’t enough. So truly, can Toji blame you for the way you’re beaming forward to catch his lips in a sloppy, haphazard kiss?

No, he can’t because the way he kisses you back is nothing short of animalistic. It’s the way your teeth nearly clash. The way his fingers are threading through the hair at the back of your head, tugging you back to hold you still, kissing you exactly how he wants. There’s even something the way he huffs out loud, raptured breaths against your lips as if he can’t breathe. As if you’re the last, fleeting breath of air, nursing him back to life.

Your hands are everywhere. They’re wrapping around his slutty little waist and pulling him closer, creeping up the hem of his shirt, into the waistband of his sweatpants. Your palms are soon grazing over the unmistakable bulge of his warm, eager cock again, and again, and again. It throbs against the palm of your hand, wordlessly begging to be heard, to be seen, to be touched.

“Take it out.” He breathes, stepping away just far enough for you to untie the drawstring. In a fruitless attempt to hide your grin of excitement, you bite your lip, wholeheartedly obliging as you fiddle to undo the tightly knotted bow that hides his most sacred possession. “Yeaaaah, take that cock out, sweetheart. Look at you… you’re excited for it, huh?”

As you’re tugging down both waistbands, a deep, guttural groan of relief is belting from the depths of his chest; he inhales a sharp breath through gritted teeth. His cock springs free, bouncing to kiss his lower abdomen in a smeared mess of arousal. Your mouth gapes as rivulets of precum spill down the monstrous length of his cock, lewdly pooling near his fat, swollen balls.

God, it’s so fucking pretty. It stands so proud and tall, longing to be seen, to be known. It literally weeps tears of desperation, begging for something, anything. How long has it been? Is he just as deprived? Your head burns with questions that yearn to be answered, but you’re determined.

Out of intrinsic instinct, you’re wrapping a hand around the base of his cock as if it’d explode if not dealt with immediately. Never in your life have you held something so… heavy. It’s warm and dense and wet. God, why is he so wet? Why is his precum slobbering down your fingers as you begin to pump him in your hand? Why does such a cruel, deafening schlop! ring out each time you drag your fist toward the leaking head? Why is it making you wet?

As if he can read your mind, Toji coos. “You like it, huh?” He’s amused, a smug grin plaguing his face. “You hungry, pretty? You wanna taste it?” Even the subtle lilt of enthusiasm that soothes his teasing tone makes your mouth sag in a whimper, so you nod. “You’ll just say yes to anything, won’t you?”

Duh.

Again, you nod dumbly before eagerly slipping off of the counter and falling to your knees with a thud! Like the good girl you promised you are, you’re lolling out your tongue to drool onto the tip of his cock without hesitation. A longgg, throaty moan drags from Toji’s gaped mouth when you gently tap the drooling head against the plush center of your tongue.

“Fuck… fuuucck yes, sweetheart. I knew just from your pictures that you’d be a nasty girl,” his hips are intentionally bucking toward your face, rudely forcing his cock deeper. “and you’re so obedient too… fell to your knees for my cock and you hardly know me.”

A cruel, wet gurgle spills from your mouth as you attempt to swallow around him. He fills your mouth perfectly, like the missing piece to a forgotten puzzle. You wail a muffled, helpless whine, jaw aching from the sheer weight of his cock as it rests against your eager tongue. His swollen balls throb painfully as he tucks himself deeper, forcing a proper gag from pretty lips.

The short, sable tufts of hair that adorn the thick base of his cock tickle your chin. A large hand holds your head taut, keeping you close as he presses the swollen fat of his balls against your trembling bottom lip. Your eyes well with tears as you gag again, throat tightening around the head of his cock as it prods your uvula. The achey, protruding vein that runs along the underside of his shaft throbs against your tongue as you gasp for air.

“Thaaaaat’s it. Hah—oh my god, are you drooling?” Two, deft fingers are swiping along your chin, collecting the saliva that dribbles down your face. “You are so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth… you gonna let me fuck it just a little?” The crooked smile that mars his face is sick, but it makes your stomach cave in arousal.

Toji doesn’t wait for a response as he’s reeling his hips back, two heavy hands steady on the back of your head, holding you in place. You gasp for a desperate breath before he pummels forward, tucking himself as deep as possible. He’s slow to pull out of your mouth, his thick cock leisurely grazing along every inch of your tongue. A timbre, wanton groan of pleasure drags from his slacked jaw.

“Suuuch a p— perfect throat for cock, holy fuck.” His hips are drawing back again, cock throbbing painfully when you cease the opportunity to gasp for air. “Breeeathe, sweetheart… don’t you die on me. I’m not done with your nasty ass yet, c’mere.” He’s abruptly yanking you to your feet, surely taking notice of the way your knees buckle beneath you.

He’s taking you by the wrist, leading you throughout your apartment as if it’s his own, as if he’s been here before. You follow him like a lost puppy, biting your inner cheek in anticipation as you trail behind him, warm arousal pooling between your thighs. It doesn’t take long for him to find your comfortable, eclectically garnished bedroom.

A large, curious hand is creaking the ajar door wider. He simpers to himself, inhaling the sweet, gourmand scent of everything you. Toji scoffs in what you can only hope is astonishment as he peaks his head inside of the warm, dimly lit room. You follow his equivocal gaze, reimagining your sacred space from his fresh, much elder perspective.

“I wish my son would keep his room this neat.” He laughs and you follow him inside, watching as he curiously prowls your girlish room. "Couldn't even pay him to wash his shit-stained boxers." A unique collection of trinkets entraps his gaze.

Son?

"Oh," you're taking a seat at the foot of your bed, wordlessly observing the grown, burly man that paces your carpeted room of light pink hues. A man who has to squat to even hear your sweet voice as you speak, "what's his name?"

Annoyed, Toji shakes his head, scoffing before sucking his teeth. "Doesn't matter.” He stalks closer, a subtle gleam of lust dancing across his gradually darkening irises. “I just wanna see how wet that pussy got from gagging on my cock… you gonna show me, pretty?” The devilish smirk that pries his mouth open makes your sobbing pussy throb.

He kneels onto the edge of the mattress and you scoot further onto the bed. Soft, baby pink sheets ruffling as you eagerly peel your lounge shorts down your legs, kicking them to the floor. As you lie on your back, you rest on your elbows, bent legs falling open so sluttily for a man you hardly know. A dark, ever-growing patch of arousal soils your pretty laced panties. The dim, twinkling lights that hang above your bed reveals the embarrassingly wet mess between your thighs—the sheer, drooling material that clings to your swollen lips for dear life, begging to be touched.

“Oh, fuck.” He audibly gasps, inching closer to the palpable heat that radiates from between your legs. “Yeeeeeah, show me that sloppy, little pussy, baby… holy fuck.” You can hear the sheer degree of arousal in his tone, the way he can’t help but to moan out his words. So overcome by his innate need to fuck that it exudes in the way he pronounces his vowels and consonants.

And then, he’s speechless, utterly dumbstruck by the several, glistening gossamers of arousal that stretch from your cunt as you pull the damp fabric down your thighs. You’re obediently sprawled apart for him, that pretty, slobbering cunt spread so sinfully for a mere stranger. His cock aches at the sight, jerking lewdly in tandem with the visible tightening of your leaking hole.

Three burly digits are dragging up the expanse of your cunt, collecting your prolific arousal. He’s smearing it between your swollen lips, across your aching clit, then deeeep inside of your greedy pussy. Over and over and over again, his burly knuckles disappear into your endless slick, the pads of his fingers dragging so sinfully along your tensing walls.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy… oh my god. Listen to her,” his hoarse groan is plainly conquered by his lust. He nearly moans as his jaw hangs in astonishment, sable brows furrowing deeply. “listen to how wet and sloppy she is. Are you a messy girl, huh?”

And oh god, do you listen. A cruel, deafening squelch! cries from between your plush thighs each time his fingers disappear into your cunt. A familiar, palpable heat is creeping up your neck, spilling across your flustered face in a deep, crimson hue. Embarrassed by your bountiful arousal, your legs are clamping shut, halting the hand that teases you. Immediately, Toji is wordlessly prying your thighs apart, pinning them to the sheets with a disapproving grunt.

Toji doesn’t miss the slack of your jaw or the sweet, little whimpers that fall so shamelessly from your raptured tongue. He can hardly help the way he’s subconsciously mimicking your expressions—lips parting in tandem with yours, thick brows furrowing subtly, just as yours do. He’s even cooing in response to your pathetic whines and gasps of ever-growing pleasure.

Like a flower growing toward the warmth of the sun, you’re coiling into his touch, back arching up and off of the unkempt sheets. Your head deliriously falls back to press against the pillow. The repetitive batter of his thick, beckoning fingers is the only thing you can hear, feel, think. Your hips buck so nastily against the hand that paws at you, pretty little sighs and hums of pleasure dragging from your stupidly gaped mouth.

“I just know you wanna fuck, look at your back arch for my cock like that… such a hungry girl.” A big hand is creeping beneath the small of your back, helping you maintain that beautiful, fleeting arch and he inches closer, eyes narrowing so that he can read directly through your greedy expression. “Yeah, look at that pretty face… you wanna fuck, huh?”

You can hardly nod before he’s whorishly pulling his cock out, a hiss of relief escaping his gritted teeth. Pearlescent beads of precum drool from the head as he stalks closer, a lazy, idle fist pumping his length. A singular hand is prying you open, burly fingers digging into the plush, underside of your thigh, rudely spreading you apart, and then, cries a lewd, deafening plap!

Not once, twice, but three fucking times, Toji spits into your quivering cunt—three, fat globs of saliva pool into one, sinful puddle, erotically dribbling down the expanse of your swollen lips, toward your endlessly drooling hole. It continued to creep even lower, spilling between the fat of your ass, wetly kissing the puckering hole that sits just below.

“Touch her,” he breathes. A hand reaches for yours, pulling it over the mess of slick that coats your pussy. “fuck my spit into your cunt so I can make you feel good, baby. Get her ready for me, c’mon.” He watches with a low, hooded eyes as you collect the mound of saliva on your clit, swirling the pads of your fingers around it before sinking them inside with a pretty little gasp. “Yeaaahhh, that’s a good girl, spread that slutty pussy open for me.”

As you spread yourself apart on your fingers, Toji is prodding his fat, mushroom head against your clit and it’s dragging the sweetest cries from your parted lips. He’s moving your fingers out of the way with his cock, smearing the precum that weeps endlessly, hips bucking ever so slightly to fuck against the slick that laminates your pretty pussy.

The pad of his thumb is guiding the head of his cock inside of you, a synchronous, drawn out moan echoing from your gaped mouths as he sinks deeper and deeper and deeper. The gradual widening of your eyes is drawing a dark, breathy chuckle from the pit of his sternum. You’re fighting the gnawing urge to run, to wriggle out of his grip and cower in fear, but you can’t fucking move.

“Oh, fuck, fuck… oh my god.” You feel helpless as you whimper, wanting so desperately to clamp your thighs shut, but Toji has you pressed apart on the sheets.

A longgg, slutty groan is falling from his slacked jaw as he reels his hips back, pupils dilating when he catches sight of the warm, glistening arousal that sheathes his cock. Never in his life has he felt something so… wet. Your syrupy, drooling lips stretch so wide for him, effortlessly swallowing each and every one of his torturous thrusts.

Toji is so large, it nearly feels like there’s two of him. You feel him everywhere. His fat, drooling cock is splitting you open while his calloused palms are pawing anywhere they can reach—they’re creeping up your pretty waist, pushing your shirt up, taking it off. His lips are parting, an unintentional gasp ensuing when your tits are spilling out for him.

Another big hand is reaching for your face, cupping your jaw as a warm, curious thumb grazes your bottom lip. Instinctively, your lips are parting, wordlessly inviting him into your sweet mouth. Obeying your silent needs, the salty digit is pushing past your parted lips to pry your jaw open. He can’t help the throaty moan that bellows from his lungs as you swallow around his finger, sucking so whorishly as your eyes threaten to cross.

He’s so entranced by the warmth of your mouth that he can’t help but to replace his thumb with his two middle fingers. The long, burly digits creep farther and farther down the length of your tongue, forcing a loud, helpless gag from your swollen lips. Your delirious eyes are welling with tears, brows furrowing deeply when your pussy throbs in response. A slow, devilish grin is marring his handsome face.

“Oh?” He gasps in near astonishment, taking notice of the undeniable pulse of your cunt. “You like suckin’ on my fingers, huh? You like big fingers in that slutty little mouth?”

You nod, drool spilling from the corners of your lips. Never in your life have you been so aroused. It’s almost too much to bear, you can hardly think anymore. All you feel is him—his big hands that control you, his fingers that rest against your tongue, the heat his body radiates, even the repetitive strike of his full balls against the fat of your ass has you babbling nonsense.

Every deep, elongated thrust is pulling the nastiest sounds out of you, even the overwhelming pressure of the heavy thumb that’s pressed to your clit has you mewling in rapture. Your pretty pussy leaks like a broken faucet that begs to be mended. So sloppy and needy, poor legs spread achingly wide as he sinks into your slutty little hole over and over and over again like a madman on the brink of utter insanity.

“Were you thinkin’ about me in class?” He’s abruptly jerking you closer, pulling your legs on either side of his waist. You nod dumbly, mouth falling open for your sweet, broken whimpers to escape. “Yeah, sweet girl? Were you thinkin’ about me comin’ over and stretching this wet little cunt out like this, huh?” A guttural groan tumbled past his lips when your hips buck weakly to meet his heavy thrusts. “Oh my god, baby, come here… you want more?” He’s nearly growling as he yanks you impossibly closer.

Two strong hands are gripping at the thick of your hips, selfishly pulling you onto his cock, impaling you. He mindlessly drills himself inside of your pussy like a weightless fleshlight whose only purpose is to take cock. All of his noisy, ragged breaths come out in short huffs each time he bottoms out, fucking the literal breath out of himself. His bruising grip holds you still, long fingers splayed across your waist and hips as he continues to stuff you with the entirety of his fat cock.

The hypnotic rebound of your chest is killing him. They sit so perfectly and he’s feral. He’s leaning down to audibly inhale your sweet, gourmand perfume as it permeates throughout the sweltering air. His handsome face is tucked between your pretty breasts, greedy tongue darting past his lips to lick along the expanse of your chest. You’re panting out hums of pleasure, breath hitching discernibly when he begins to sink his teeth into the supple flesh.

“F— fuuuuckkk,” you’re deliriously wailing in rapture, hips rolling in tandem with his furious thrusts. “so good, so gooood… your cock feels s’fucking good. Hah—oh my god, Toji.” You’re slurring over yourself, truly intoxicated from the punishing buck of his hips.

His cock throbs at your drunken words, balls swelling painfully when you grasp for his shirt to ground yourself. Both of your mouths sag open, brows furrowing identically as you pant in loud, harmonious breaths. The wet, gut-wrenching smack! of skin against skin that reverberates throughout your bedroom is deafening, nothing else can be heard.

Your hips buck wildly, desperately fucking him back as sweet cries of his name spill from your tongue. His gaze is steady and unwavering, observing as you reach for anything you can—his face, his bulging biceps, the fabric of his shirt; but it’s when you reach for the small of his back, driving him impossibly deeper each time he bottoms out that makes the vein running along the underside of his cock throb painfully, his leaking head bullying your cervix over and over and over again.

“God, you tryna make me cum?” He’s slipping out of you to hastily pull you on top of him, handling you just the way he needs. “Do it then, show me how you like to fuck, c’mon.” Two hands are gripping at the thick of your hips, encouraging you to use him.

With both hands, you reach for his chest, stabilizing yourself as you raise your hips. Warm palms are creeping up the fat of your thighs to soothe the discernible trembling of your aching muscles. He kneads the plush skin absentmindedly, mouth gaping incredulously when you slowly begin to sink down the length of his stiff cock, your pretty pussy slobbering all over him.

“Fuck me like a slut, c’mon,” it’s a low, demanding whisper as his hands are reaching forward to find purchase on your hips, subtly guiding your frantic movements. “show me how good, slutty girls are supposed to ride cock.” A nasty, crooked smirk plagues his face, crinkling the corners of his beautifully aged, darkened eyes.

Your mouth sags in a string of helpless whimpers when you sink down onto him again, and again, and again and each time your hips collide, he’s forcing you deeper. The large hands glued to your waist are dragging you back and forth, wordlessly commanding you. The dull, achy stretch of his cock as it drags along your sopping walls is pulling the filthiest sounds from your gaped mouth—beautiful cries of pleasure, desperate pleads for more, and short huffs of air that only make him harder.

Even under you, he’s still massive, taking up the entirety of your bed as you sit so prettily atop him, thighs aching from the width of his hips. Sticky beads of sweat adorn his face while several tussled strands of short, inky hair haphazardly dance across his forehead, partially occluding his vision as he peers up at you through thick, furrowing brows.

“C’mereee, fuck,” a greedy hand is reaching for your throat, deft fingers wrapping so possessively around the expanse of your neck, pulling you so fucking close.

His lips deliriously catch yours, tasting you so desperately, so sluttily. His warm tongue is creeping into your mouth, shamelessly exploring the sweet cavity. He swallows each and every gasp and whimper that he fucks out of you, intentionally storing them in the depths of his mind for later retrieval whenever he’ll inevitably think about this very moment again. Your mouth hangs wide as you mindlessly kiss him back, obediently taking all of his tongue, all of his hot, raptured breaths, all of his wanton groans of pleasure, everything. 

Toji can hardly help the feral buck of his hips beneath you, he doesn’t want to help it. He needs for you to remember the feeling of his cock—how it pries you open and guts you out, how it stupidly pulls your mouth wide, even the way it creates the slightest bulge in your abdomen each time he’s at a hilt. He needs for your cunt to remember the shape of him.

If you don’t go to class with his cock in the forefront of your mind, if it isn’t what you envision when you pleasure yourself during ungodly hours of the night, if you’re not drawn to tears because you can’t possibly replicate the feeling of his punishing thrusts, then it’s a job poorly done and Toji won’t have that. Not now. Not ever.

The sheer force of his thrusts are jerking you forward, toppling you onto his chest and into his arms. They’re wrapping around you and pulling you impossibly closer as the mind-numbing buck of his hips only intensifies. Every frantic breath and throaty groan is lost in the crook of your neck, the close range of his moans like kindle to a rampant flame.

“Is anyone on campus fucking you like this?” It’s a strained, breathless whisper against the shell of your ear, his wet lips grazing your skin. “Who else is fucking you like this, huh?” He reiterates, a hand creeping up your jaw, holding you still so that he can observe your drunken gaze.

“No… no one,” you cry, shaking your head as best you can under his tightening grip, “nobody knows how to f-fuck me right.” The quiver of your sweet, honeyed voice makes his stomach sink in his ever growing arousal, cock twitching, begging for release.

Toji frowns, his darkened eyes softening. “Awwww, nobody knows how to please this slutty little pussy huh, sweetheart?” The hand that holds your face caresses your flushed cheek, a fat thumb slipping into the corner of your parted lips. “You needed a stranger to come over and fuck the shit out of you like this?” As if to accentuate his point, he’s tucking himself unbearably deeper, the lewd plap! of his balls echoing each time he bottoms out.

A big, heavy hand is landing on the fat of your ass with an experimental, earsplitting smack! You yelp incredulously, hissing through your gritted teeth as you brace yourself for another impact, but it doesn’t come. Immediately, your lust-stricken eyes are searching for his, a desperate cry dragging for your kiss-bitten lips as you plead for another.

“A-again,” you mumble, reaching for his hand to pull it over the reddening fat of your ass, enticing him, “hit me again… please.”

Wordlessly, he obliges, his heavy hand coming down once, twice, thrice, and then you feel the gut wrenching coil in the pit of your stomach grow impossibly tighter, yearning for release. As you stupidly bounce up and down the length of his cock, you’re drunkenly babbling, but it’s the slutty, breathless whine of his name that’s dragging his mouth open in pure arousal; every breath he huffs is now a whorish moan or a guttural groan of pleasure.

“Oh, god,” he groans, his head sinking deeper into your cushiony, pink pillow. “rub that clit for me, sweetheart… I wanna see how you cum on it.” His shameless, drunken gaze is flitting between your rolling eyes and the way his twitching cock disappears into your cunt. “Be a good girl ‘n make yourself cum on my cock.”

A frantic hand is reaching down to play with your poor, swollen clit, your entire being shuddering so violently from the feeling your own, overwhelming touch. It’s too much, too sensitive. Sinful rivulets of drool spill down your chin, your head falling to the side so stupidly as you trace haphazard circles around the ravaged bundle of nerves. 

“M’gonna c-cum,” you gasp, stomach sinking as your orgasm swells in the pit of your core. “ohhh my fucking god… f-fuck fuck fuck.”

“Yeah? Are you cumming for me, pretty girl?” He’s coos as he draws you closer, the tip of his large nose brushing yours. “Do it then, make a mess on my cock, sweetheart c’mon.” His lips are on yours once more, kissing you so fucking sloppily, nothing but wet tongue and clashing teeth. “Fuuuckkk yes, c’mon baby. Thaaaat’s it… cum on my cock just like that, such a good fucking girl.”

His mouth gapes as you buck against him, desperate, uninhibited moans dragging from your sore throat. With nothing but a strangled whimper in his throat, Toji is reluctantly slipping out of you, feverishly pumping the length of his cock in his tight fist. It’s so fucking wet. Your arousal adorns the entirety of his cock, his drooling tip leaking desperately for you, making for an obscenely loud schlop! that reverberates throughout the sweltering atmosphere.

Toji’s head is pressing deeper into your pillow, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows thickly. His kiss-bitten lips are pursing together as he hums in rapture, whimpering strangled, erratic breaths through his nostrils. His forearm tenses as he hastily strokes his slick cock, sweet mutters of your name and lewd profanities spilling from his tongue.

“Help me, fuck, don’t just watch,” he gasps breathlessly, his vacant hand blindly searching for yours to wrap it around the fist that holds his cock. “fuck, fuck, fuck… yeah, make me cum like a good slut.”

The feeling of your smaller, less adept fingers wrapping around his fist and cock is what has him spilling an obscene amount of warm, syrupy cum between your searing bodies. It coats the expanse of your tits and abdomen, dripping so sinfully down your soft, perspiring skin. Toji thinks this is the hardest he’s ever cum in his life. Even the day he lost his virginity pales in comparison.

It’s the look of utter enthrallment that’s written in your widening eyes as you observe his full body shudders that ensue with each viscous spurt of cum. The way you’re beaming down at him, a content smile slowly spreading across your pretty, post-sex face. It’s the way you’re swiping a swift, curious finger along your skin to collect the cum that trickles down your chest, popping the digit in your mouth with a pleasureful hum of satisfaction.

Dumbfounded, Toji smiles. “You really are a woman of your word, huh?”

Kento was so obsessed with a picture perfect life that he even married someone he barely knew. She was pretty and nice enough—boring as fuck now that he thought about it—but that was enough for him to get down on one knee and take her down the aisle. What he didn't take into account was his own needs. All a man needed after a long day of work was some pussy, and he was no different. Mrs. Nanami was beautiful, sure, but one hell of a prude. If he was lucky, he got laid about once a month. Even then, she'd just lay stiff on the bed while he fucked her. If Kento didn't see the rise and fall of her chest, he'd assume he was sleeping with a corpse.

This meant that every night after his wife fell asleep, he'd go to his study to jack off to porn on his computer. It was enough for him to go to bed without a raging hard-on, but only having his hand to rub his cock raw all the time took a toll on him. Kento stopped initiating anything with Mrs. Nanami, opting to go straight online whenever he felt his dick twitch. For years, he lived like this.

Wake up, go to work, get home, say goodnight to wife, jack off.

Until a few months ago when his wife said she wanted a divorce. She must've been expecting him to start a fight, because her face fell when Kento nodded without a second thought. It was a long time coming. Sure, he believed he should've been the one to divorce her, but at least he was gonna be free. The days after she moved out was the happiest he had ever been. Waking up in an empty bed and coming home to an even colder bed filled him with a sense of contentment he thought he'd never feel again.

Cheers to being single, he thought to himself as he ordered another drink. As he waited, he couldn't help but sigh. The ink on his divorce papers hadn't even dried yet and he was already thinking of getting his dick wet. Kento hadn't had good pussy since he was twenty. The thought of cheating never even passed his mind during his marriage, opting the company of his own right hand over breaking the promise he made to his wife. Ex-wife.

He brought the rim of the glass to his lips, eager to drink himself to sleep, until the scraping of a barstool broke his concentration. "Drinking alone, handsome?"

The voice was soft and feminine, making him turn his head in curiosity. It came from a young girl, probably still in college but wearing a tight dress that looked like it came off a stripper. Kento wasn't a boomer by any means, but he still found himself disapproving how there was more skin than fabric on her body.

Kids these days.

Retrieving his gaze, he let out a quiet hmm before turning back to his drink. That didn't deter you, a girlish giggle leaving your lips as you leaned towards him.

"Seriously, there's no way you're here alone. Is this a set up? Where are the hidden cameras?"

College kids were so weird these days. With a scrunch between his brows, he shakes his head as he lets out a low rumble that makes your stomach twist. "Sorry to disappoint, kid. It's just me, no hidden cameras."

When he turns his head to face you, he's surprised at how close you were to him. Kento could smell the vodka shots off your breath. It reminded him of when he was as young as you were, getting drunk off cheap liquor. A soft pink dusted your cheeks, along with a tipsy smile that made his chest warm for some reason. You seemed to catch him staring, reaching out to rest your hand on his bicep.

"You look like...really put together. Like you do your taxes and sleep early or something."

The choked cough he lets out when you touch him makes the whiskey burn up his nose, hand coming up to cover half his face. Just a friendly gesture from a girl made him act like this? Get it together, Kento. Scoffing, he shrugged off your hand as he looked away. You pout as he does so and the sight fills him with regret immediately. Before he can apologize, you knock your head against his shoulder, nuzzling against him like a spoiled kitten. Guilt pools in the pit of Kento's stomach when his cock twitches in his slacks. Not now!

"Do you have a name, handsome mystery man?" you mumble against his shirt, the action making his loins burn. He seriously considers pushing you away but decides you're probably too drunk to function right now. After a few beats pass, he reluctantly grumbles a "Kento" in response. You're quiet save for a soft hum and Kento is left hating himself for getting hard at how clingy you're being.

Poor girl, you're clinging to someone who you think looks dependable in this shady ass bar. Or at least that's what he thinks until you grab his wrist and bring it up to your face. For a moment, he assumes you're trying to get a look at the Rolex around his wrist, the sleek gold glinting in the air. He has to repress a sigh—until he realizes your attention is actually on his hands. Kento's fingers are lengthy from years of typing at his desk everyday, the digits at least twice as thick as yours. Pretty veins run along his knuckles and up his forearms, disappearing under the fabric of his rolled sleeves. You can't help but sigh, eyes flickering up to his with admiration.

"Your hands are like, really...big."

He immediately pulls his hand away with a bewildered look, clicking his tongue as he adjusted the watch around his wrist, ignoring the whine you let out.

"What does that even mean?" he huffs, his fingers twitching at the traces of heat from your delicate hand grabbing his. You giggle at his reaction, slumping against him until your chest presses against his arm.

"I wonder what you can do with them, m'sure you'd know how to use them good."

Oh. Oh. When his gaze connects with your breasts that are almost spilling out the top of your dress and the sultry look in your eyes, only then does he realize that he's being hit on.

"Look, kid. I'm m—" he catches himself before he finishes his sentence. Fuck, was he going to say he was married? The wedding band in his other hand suddenly felt much heavier and he quickly shoves it in his pocket.

"...much older than you, I'm almost twice your age."

Another mellifluous giggle leaves your lips and Kento has to hold himself back from shutting you up so that blood stops rushing to his dick.

"I think you're flirting with me," you tease, rubbing your chest against his arm. If he focuses, he swears he can feel your hardened buds brushing against him through your dress. Not even wearing a bra, you're begging to be fucked. The thought of being the one to take you home tonight passes his mind but he shoves it away. You're drunk and almost half his age, it'd be wrong. All rational thought comes flying out the window when your hot breath fans against his ear.

"But, I also think you're really hot, Kento. So maybe we can..."

Your words fall on deaf ears as his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back. Kento was never a religious man, but in this moment he prayed to the gods above for clarity. You were offering yourself up to him like a hog on a silver platter, tied up with an apple in your mouth for him to devour. He couldn't help but imagine your glassy eyes rolling into the back of your head, your sweet lips hanging open when he drives his cock deep into your tight and young cunt—

Fuck it.

Will he ever get another chance to bring a pretty young thing like you home? The thought is what drives him as he grabs your wrist to drag you out the bar and into his car.

When you approached the hot stranger earlier, you sure didn't expect that it'd end with you moaning with his hand between your legs.

Drunk out of your mind, your gaze had fell onto the brooding man at the bar, eyeing his rippling muscles under his crisp blue shirt. Now that was a back you'd love to scratch up. It didn't take long for you to stumble on your too-high heels towards the blonde man. You were never this forward but something about him had you squeezing your thighs together. Maybe it was the silent classiness that screamed luxury, the heat in his eyes that burned every time his gaze lingered on you—or maybe it was how he practically flung you over his shoulder and ran all the red lights to take you home.

But never in a million years had you expected that man to be this nasty.

His lips tasted like heavy liquor, tongue sloppily tangling with yours as he slammed you against the door, one hand coming up to cup your jaw. You were used to bad french kisses from frat boys, all teeth and smelly breath, but the way Kento was devouring you made you lightheaded. 

"What a dirty mouth, wonder if you pussy's even wetter."

He pushed your legs apart with his foot and let his hand wander up your inner thigh. You gasp when he finds your mound, panties thoroughly soaked. The scoff that leaves his lips makes your cheeks flush. He cooes as he drag a thick digit along the clothed slit of your cunt, swallowing up your weak moans with his mouth.

"I don't even need to prep you," he chuckles, shaking his head as his thumb prods at your bud hidden beneath your folds.

"You have such a smart cunt, s' already drooling for me."

Kento pulls his hand from between your legs and grabs the back of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. Head still spinning from the alcohol, you lose your balance, but the death grip he has keeps you upright as he carries you to his bedroom.

It's scantily decorated and you note that the bed it a bit too big for someone living alone, but you forget all about it when your back hits the plush mattress.

His eyes are wide as if he's trying to commit the sight of you to memory, every exposed sliver of skin and plush flesh permanently burned into his mind. Before you know it, Kento's hands are everywhere—gripping your waist, squeezing your thighs, yanking your dress up like he's unwrapping the first real gift he's ever had. Your slutty dress is long forgotten on his bedroom floor, and fuck, he's hard. Painfully so.

How can't he be when your sweet body is all on display for him?

Kento can't find it in him to give a damn about some dress when all he can see are your perky tits, so soft and malleable. He doesn't spare a moment to admire the view, slapping your breasts till they jiggled deliciously. Before you can whine about how mean he's being, he attacks your tender chest, lips wrapping around the mounds of flesh. It catches you off-guard and you tug at his hair, but he only bites down around your nipple, flicking his tongue over the hardened bud.

"Don't." 

His voice is a low growl you never heard before, and damn if it didn't make your clit throb with need. Right on cue, he pries your legs apart and gets on his knees between them, mouth never leaving your breast. The way his hips grind against you is vicious, as if he's been waiting years for this. Which, in a way, he has. Kento has spent too many nights in his cold bed, jerking off to the thought of someone warm beneath him. Now that he has it? Best believe he's not letting you go tonight.

Your heat seeps through the fabric of your underwear and he can tell that you're making a mess all over the front of his slacks, his bulge covered in your slick. Clicking his tongue, he pushes your knees against your chest to come face-to-face with your clothed core. His thumb tugs at the lace of your panties, lifting your hips to slide it over your ass and letting the flimsy fabric dangle on your ankle.

He intended to teach you a lesson, but his brain short-circuits when he sees your weeping cunt. Your chubby lips were glistening with slick from his teasing, that pretty clit hidden under your swollen folds. Kento hasn't had a taste of pussy in years, so he can't resist leaning forward to roll his tongue against your slit.

Immediately he's gone.

He laps at you like a man starved, locking his arms around your thighs to keep you spread open for him. Mrs. Nanami was never this wet for him and it had messed with his confidence for a while, but your sweetness was all it took to bring him back. His cock twitches at the sight of you writhing under him, the front of his slacks now completely stained with precum. Kento nearly forgot to breathe with how absorbed he was in your pussy.

“You're like a piece of candy,” he mouths against your sensitive cunt, pushing the tip of his tongue into your warm entrance. “So sweet, can eat you up all night.”

Your thighs tremble and clamp around his head, the action only pushing him closer against your waiting heat, nose bumping against your clit. Kento moaned as he flattened his warm tongue against you, making out with your cunt with more fervor than when he had kissed you. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, Kento completely forgets about his aching hard-on, hips instinctively rutting against the mattress with every swipe of his tongue. Your lips were so puffy that he couldn't resist biting down, latching his lips onto your neglected bud and sucking hard.

You almost cry out at the sensation, reaching your hand down to pull at his hair as you thrash under him, feeling your thighs quiver. "S'too much! Gonna make me come—"

SMACK.

His palm had landed flat on your cunt.

"None of that. You wanted my attention, now take it." 

The mean rumble of his voice along with the harsh slap against your sensitive heat sent you over the edge, coming onto Kento's face as your back arched off the bed. He was more than eager, lips hanging open as he swallowed up every drop of your sweetness.

Like heaven on his tongue.

Your taste was addictive, making him groan with every bob of his Adam's apple. Kento slurps up all the wetness he can get, chin glistening with your essence once he pulls away. The sudden orgasm had you panting, only coming back to your senses when you heard the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor, lifting your head up at the exact moment Kento tugged his ruined boxers down.

His heavy cock slapped against his sweaty washboard abs, leaking onto his abdomen. You had seen enough subpar dicks in your life to know that he was big, the idea of it stretching you open making your pussy drool. Pretty veins ran along the base, leading up to his thick tip that was already dribbling pearls. It was an angry red, sensitive from rubbing against the fabric of his slacks. You could've sworn his cock twitched when his eyes locked with yours.

He reluctantly rolls on a condom, mumbling something under his breath as he strains against the pink rubber. Should just fuck this pussy raw. Luckily, he still had enough common sense to stop him from begging you to let him go in without protection. Kento grabs your thighs, hefty length dragging down your slit as he positioned himself between your legs. With his cock resting on your mound, you can tell he's gonna be so deep in your tummy that you'll feel him tomorrow.

“I'll make sure of it, pretty girl,” he chuckles, slapping his member against your puffy clit.

Did you actually say that out loud—?

Your cheeks puffed up at his words, an embarassed flush on your face at your little slip-up. He's so heavy between your legs that you wonder how he'll even fit. Kento's hand reaches to pull you flush against him by the ankle, propping your leg up his shoulder, groaning as his cock dragged between your lips.

"You're so wet," he muses, pumping himself lazily before he lined himself up your entrance. "Bet you're gonna take me like a good girl, hmm?"

You gasp when he pushes his flushed cockhead between your swollen folds, struggling past tight rings of muscle. So tight. Fuck, he should've known—you were just a little brat who thought she could handle him. He hisses as your walls clamp down around his tip, nails digging into your hips as he tries to catch his breath. 

"Loosen up, sweetheart. You're gonna snap off my dick."

Kento stayed like that, tip twitching inside your warm pussy, before he pushes forward once more. He's bigger than any cock you've taken before. Unprepared for the stretch, your brows knit together when he bullies his way into your cunt. He barely makes it a few inches in before your eyes start to water. Your insides were being stuffed to the brim. You take a deep breath, weakly shaking your head as your thighs tremble.

"K-Kento, please—" Please? 

You didn't even know what you were begging for, did you? How cute. With a sigh, he pulls out from the comfort of your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief, before a warm liquid hit your bare lips. With the viscosity dribbling between your folds, you realized that was Kento's spit. Your gaze flickered up towards him but he focused on other things—like the way your clit twitched when his saliva hit the neglected bud. Eyes dark and brows knitted, he reached down to thumb at your sensitive nub, a choked moan leaving your lips.

"Ease up, that's right," he praised, using the wetness to roll his hips forward. 

Your walls fluttered around him, your moans egging him on as he continued to feed you more of his monster cock. Kento never needed this amount of prep with Mrs. Nanami, considering she always seemed so...bored. He was even beginning to think he was bad at sex! But the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head told him all he needed to know. A low groan rumbled in his chest when he finally bottomed out, his tip kissing your cervix. After so long with only his hand as company, he worried he'd come the second he was inside you. The way you were squeezing his dick didn't help either. Kento swallowed hard, trying to take deep breaths as he let you adjust to his size.

"How are you so tight?" 

When his panting reached your ears, you let out a slurred mumble, eyes unfocused as you tried to look up. He leaned down, forehead resting against yours to regain his composure. Body covering yours, he only buried himself deeper all the way to the hilt. It was like your mind went blank.

"Ngh—you're just too big!" you managed to shout, eyes glassy from how he kept nudging against your womb.

That was all it took for Kento to lose his mind.

Locking an arm around your leg, he fucked into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass as his hips snapped forward. His pace was merciless, knocking the breath out of your lungs with every mean thrust. 

"Yeah? How deep am I?" he growled, his grip on your waist bruising.

 All the way in my tummy, you try to say, but you were too fucked out to answer. Just a few thrusts had you dumb on his cock, glossy lips hanging open weakly. The sight makes Kento chuckle, holding onto your thighs as his skin smacked against yours.

It had been years since he had been in a pussy this wet and eager for him. He was in love with your cunt. The slickness as he slid past your folds, the way your walls tried to milk him—but the cock drunk look in your eyes was the cherry on top. Kento turns his head to the side, pressing kisses onto your calf as he fucked you. 

Come back, pretty girl.

When he notices your lack of response, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, emphasized with a harsh thrust that made you scream. "Kento, slow down," you cry out, heat churning in your belly from the cruel pistoning of his hips.

He only chuckles, shaking his head before he sped up his pace. The shocked look in your eyes made him reach down to rub tight circles on your clit for relief. Loud squelches and the slapping of skin-on-skin filled the air, the room reeking of sweat and sex. Kento's eyes locked on the way your ass bounced back against his pelvis with every thrust, cock twitching as he thought of taking you from behind. He continued to jackhammer into you, strings of profanities leaving his lips. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. As you mumbled incoherently on the verge of tears, a hand wrapped around your throat.

"Shh. Your sweet pussy's talkin' to me," he tuts, squeezing your throat to shut you up. 

His hand completely engulfed your neck, rough palm pressed tightly against your pulse. Gasping for breath, you could feel your head spin from the lack of air. You rake your nails along his back, digging crescents into his skin to try and make him let go. Kento hissed at the sensation, cockhead slamming hard against your g-spot. It was too much—the delicious stretch of his cock, the way his tip kissed your gummy insides with every thrust, his hand around your throat—the knot in your stomach snapped. Even when you tried to push the heat down, your climax ripped through you like white lightning. 

Your back arched off the bed, cursing out Kento's name as your orgasm shook through your body. The man nearly collapsed on top of you, a sharp groan leaving his lips as your walls clamped down and milked his cock so suddenly. His grip on your throat loosens and you thrash under him. 

You might die from how good he's dicking you down. 

Rolling onto your stomach, you stumble as you get on your hands and knees to try and crawl off the bed. A pair or rough hands grab onto your waist, followed by heavy panting that makes your blood run cold.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Kento spits, dragging you back against him. 

He'd be damned if he let the first good pussy he's had in years get away. Even when you try to thrash and break free, your body is too weak from coming so hard! His palm lands a harsh smack against your ass, your arms collapsing under your body as you cried out. Kento pushed your head down into the pillows, propping you up by the back of your knees. Face down, ass up. The sight of you so vulnerable with your glistening pussy on display made him lick his lips, quickly positioning himself behind you. 

"Naughty girl, trying to run away from me," he tuts, swiping his tip up and down your creamy folds.

As punishment, he reached down to pinch your clit, earning a choked sob from you. He rolled the bud between his fingers, resting his free hand on the plush of your ass. Cock throbbing for release, he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust, setting up a mean pace immediately.

Yep, might die from this dick. 

Every slam of his hips against yours had you sobbing into the pillows, the fabric damp with your salty tears. Your body was still reeling from your multiple orgasms, cunt fluttering around him. Even if it was too much, Kento was fucking you so good your insides had molded to every ridge and vein of his cock. Your tits jiggled with every thrust and he wasted no time in grabbing your hefty breasts, playing with your soft nipples. He buried his head in the tender area where your neck and shoulders connected, groaning against you. 

Kento was getting close, you could tell from how frantically he rutted into you. His cock throbbed inside you, pulsing against your gummy walls. You couldn't resist the urge to push your ass back into him, making his dick hit even deeper inside you. You were half sure he was bulging through your tummy at this point. The action made him suck in shallow breaths through his teeth, keeping a death grip on your ass as he bulllied your cunt.

"Fuuuck, I'm gonna come," he groans into your shoulder.

His face scrunched up in pleasure, panting heavily into your skin as he buried his cock deeper and deeper. Seeing such a composed man this broken made your cheeks flush. Your walls were heavenly, every clench pushing him closer to the edge. 

Screw his hand. Coming from your pussy squeezing him was better that jacking off to any porno he could watch online. 

With a strangled moan, Kento shot thick spurts of cum into the condom, as if he hadn't finished in years. He collapsed on top of you, the orgasm rendering him unable to even hold himself up anymore. It was like losing his virginity all over again. You whine as the rubber began to fill up with his load, heavy in your pussy. After a few moments to catch your breath, you tried to push yourself off him, worried he'd spill into you.

"We should probably take that off—" 

Kento shut you up immediately, grabbing your waist to drag your hips back on top of him. Now straddling his lap, his still hard cock prodded new places you had never even touched before, a pathetic moan leaving your lips. His blonde hair was messy and dripping with sweat, eyes glazed over as his cheeks flushed. You felt him twitch inside you when he met your gaze, the same fucked-out look in both your eyes. He definitely wasn't done with you yet.

"It's only midnight, sweetheart."

You'd be lucky to come out of here alive.

You spent the rest of the night going several rounds, trying every position possible before collapsing from exhaustion. What's for sure—sex would never be the same ever again. How could you go back to one night stands with shitty frat bros when an older man just gave you the dicking down of your life? 

The next morning, you roll on your side to see Kento sitting at the edge of the bed. His bare back was wrecked, littered with vicious nail marks and lipstick stains. You chew on your bottom lip, pulling the duvet over your chest. 

"Are we gonna see each other again?" you croak, voice hoarse from last night.

The muscles in his back tensed at your words. Kento didn't want to see the hickeys and bruises on your skin, undeniable marks of the years of frustration he took out on you. He actually slept with a girl almost half his age right after getting divorced.

Talk about issues. 

Though his stomach churned with guilt, the memories of last night flashed through his mind. How eager you were for him, your sopping cunt, your sweet whines. He was even starting to imagine what it'd be like to sink into you raw.

He couldn't deny how addicted he was to your body. Doing this once was one thing, but agreeing to meet you again? Kento let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. After a few moments, he spoke up.

"Let me check my schedule, pretty girl."