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“i am not lying—” you start, until the way he looks at you makes you swallow whatever bullshit you were planning on spewing.

“okay fine! i was just kidding. take a joke, ‘ji…” you pout, trying to lighten the mood.

his jaw flexes.

“think that shit’s funny?” his voice is low, gravelly, rough enough to make you flinch.

he takes a deliberate step closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. one hand coming up to grab your chin, squishing your cheeks together, forcing your eyes to meet his emerald green ones.

the heat of him is suffocating, chest nearly brushing yours, every movement barely restrained as his digs lightly into your jaw, holding you in place.

“um… yes? april fools…?” you mutter weakly, trying to step back. only to have your back press against the cold marble countertop of the kitchen.

you were so overly fucked.

the fact that a “harmless” little joke had you face first in the sheets getting dicked down by your husband should have been a joke in itself.

he had you face down ass up, the snapping of his hips mean and ruthless — his bruising grip on your hips pulling you back onto his cock over, and over again.

the way your ruined cunt stretched whoreishly around his girth told you it was anything but a joke.

a loud smack reverberated against your skin as his calloused palm came down hard on the flesh of your ass, the sting immediate and scorching, pain blurring with pleasure, making you gasp into the sheets, cunt clenching around him maddeningly.

“look at thattt,” he mutters, a rough laugh rumbling low in his throat.

“t-to–o–oji–hngh–!” you garbled out in broken syllables, throat flipping between octaves with each thrust, every syllable ragged and desperate as his cock stirred you up from the inside, mushroom tip knocking into that plush spot that left you limp.

you force your head up just enough for a gulp of air, cheeks wet with sweat and tears, lips soft and swollen from biting down on them for what feels like hours.

toji's hand clamps around the back of your head, forcing your face back down into the sheets with a muffled whine, his heavy cock splitting your pussy open, each thrust announced by a loud ‘thwap’ of skin on skin.

“always doing somethin’ stupid, you ever stop acting like a whore?” toji growls, leaning over you, pressing every ounce of muscle into you, “now i gotta knock this slutty pussy up, for real this time.”

he lifts one leg onto the mattress for support, edge of the bed dipping under his weight. fucking you harder. faster.

“that what you want? huh?” he snarled, his grip unrelenting.

“no–” you squealed, nodding frantically, tears of pleasure threatening to spill over, “w-was only joking—ah!–”

he let out a sharp huff of laughter, watching you, unflinching. “s’that right??” a low, condescending hum, his voice edged with gravel.

“fuckinnn’ liar.” he spat as his calloused thumb made its way in between your thighs, finding your clit, drawing rough, unrelenting circles—his fingers digging into your hip hard, leaving your eyes crossing slightly, your lips shaping into a quiet ‘o’.

a white frothy ring had long coated the base of his cock, a mixture of fluids dripping down your thighs in rivulets, turning the sheets beneath you into a sick mess.

a tremor ran through your whole body, toes curling as your fist bunched the sheets under your fist, “fuck–toji–s’too much!”, whining as you swung your arm back (uselessly), a poor attempt to tap out.

your fingertips hardly grazed his forearm, slightly brushing past his veins, only for him to catch your arm by the elbow with a small clap, hauling up your body before you could further slump entirely into the mattress.

“heh. cute. real fuckin’ cute.” he moved to loop his bicep around your neck, holding you up as your hands clutched his muscle for support, making your hole squeeze down on him.

his chest, slick with sweat, pressed directly against your back, your ass pressed up against him leaving no space for you to run.

“toji!—m’shorryyy—sorry! jus’ wanna cum–”you babbled, words tumbling out like nonsense, unsure if he could even understand you with the way you’d gone all stupid on his cock.

if anything, toji didn’t slow down a bit—he only got faster, and you could hardly keep up.

“cum all you want you brat.” he grunted close to your ear, chest pressing into you, warmth searing against your back.

“not stopping till you're full of me for days.”

only then did you wish to hear ‘april fools’ slip past his lips.

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by the time he was finally done with you, making sure you had been stuffed to the brim — you were utterly drained.

you let yourself collapse against him, seeking warmth and steadiness in his arms as he pulled you to him, covering the two of you with the spent comforter, leaning against the headboard.

“ji…” you began, voice wrecked and quiet, almost shy.

“hm?” he hummed, glancing down at you.

“were you… actually mad at me?”

a small chuckle rumbled from him, scarred lip curling into a faint, dangerous smile. “of course i was.” he admitted, voice rough. “i actually want a family with you, believe it or not.”

you shifted slightly, propping yourself against his chest for support. “you do… like, now?”

“do i seem like the lying type?” he tilted his head at you, and the look on your face made him smirk.

“you totally do but that’s besides the point.” — you muttered quickly under your breath, earning a sharp glare from him.

“then why didn’t you say something?” you huffed, cheeks warming. “i wouldn’t have… joked about it.”

he chuckled softly, brushing a hand along your back.

“don’t worry about it. this time, it’ll take.”

You tried to respond, but the words slurred out in a pathetic whine, your mind fogged from the stretch of him filling you so completely. “Y-Yeah—mmh!—s’good, Toji…” 

Your head lolled back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded and glassy, every nerve ending alight with the burn of his girth dragging against your insides. 

Cockdrunk didn’t even cover it; you were utterly wrecked, reduced to a babbling mess hooked on the way he split you open.

He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his chest as he shifted his weight, hooking his arms under your knees to press you even tighter. The angle let him bottom out harder, the fat head of his cock kissing your cervix with each slam. 

“Yeah? Tell me how much you love it. C’mon, baby, use that p–pretty mouth.” His teasing was merciless, but his own control was slipping - his thrusts grew erratic, hips stuttering as your pussy milked him greedily.

’Love it—fuck!—love your cock... shooo big...’ The syllables tumbled out sloppy and slow, your tongue heavy in your mouth. 

You could feel the slick mess between your thighs, his cum from the previous loads mixing with your arousal, leaking out around where he stuffed you full. It was obscene, filthy, and it only made you clench tighter, chasing that building pressure in your core.

Toji groaned, head dropping to nip at your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Shit, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. This—hnn, f–fuckin’ slut—this pussy’s got me fucked up.”

He was pussydrunk, addicted to the velvet heat gripping him, the way your walls fluttered and sucked him in like they never wanted to let go. He’d already cum once earlier, flooding you deep while you screamed through your first peak, but the sensation was too intoxicating to pull out. Why stop when it felt this good to keep pounding into you, to mark you inside out?

His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with brutal force, the bed creaking under the assault. You felt it coiling low in your belly again, that second orgasm creeping up faster than the first. 

“Toji..! Oh god, gonna- gonna cum!” Your voice cracked, slurring into a needy plea as your fingers scrabbled at his broad shoulders, nails digging into the flexing muscle.

“Y-Yeah? Cum on my dick then. Milk me dry, sweetheart.” He panted the words against your ear, his own breath ragged, groans punctuating each thrust. 

He hooked one hand around your thigh to hold you open wider, the other bracing beside your head as he rutted into you like an animal. The pressure built unbearably, your clit grinding against his pelvis with every plunge, sparks shooting up your spine.

It hit you like a freight train - your nth orgasm crashing over you, pussy convulsing wildly around his cock. You cried out, back arching as much as the position allowed, walls rippling in waves that tried to push him out even as they pulled him deeper. 

“Fuckfuckfuck! Ngh, s’good!” The words dissolved into incoherent babbles, your body shaking uncontrollably, juices squirting out around his shaft in messy spurts.

Toji hissed through his teeth, the tight spasms nearly undoing him right then. “Goddamn, that’s it... so fuckin’ wet for me.”

He didn’t slow, powering through your climax with gritted determination, his cock throbbing inside your spasming heat. Sweat poured down his back, muscles straining as he chased his own release, the drag of your pussy too perfect, too addictive to resist any longer.

“Can’t... fuck—gonna fill you up again.” He growled, voice breaking on a deep moan. 

His hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came, thick ropes of cum erupting from his tip to paint your insides white. He shuddered above you, groans turning guttural, body locking up as he pumped every drop into you. 

But even as the aftershocks wracked him, he didn’t pull out - couldn’t. The warmth of your pussy hugging him post-orgasm was heaven, and he was too far gone to stop now.

You whimpered beneath him, oversensitive and still slurring, “M–More... gimme more, pleaseee…” Your mind was a haze, cockdrunk haze sharpening every sensation, making you crave the burn despite the ache.

Toji lifted his head, smirking through his labored breaths, eyes dark with lust. 

“More? Greedy little thing. Thought you said I get to pick tonight.” He rolled his hips experimentally, stirring his fresh load inside you, the lewd squelch making you both groan. He was still hard - impossibly so - his stamina a weapon as he started thrusting again, slower at first to build the rhythm back up.

The position kept you pinned, helpless to do anything but take it, your legs trembling from the strain. “Toji, s’ too much... but don’ stop!” The words came out mushy, your lips parting on a gasp as he picked up speed, the friction reigniting that fire in your core.

“Gotta pick one, ma.” He teased, voice husky and strained. 

Another groan escaped him as your pussy clenched in response, still fluttering from your last high. He was addicted beyond reason, the slick glide of your combined releases making each slide smoother, deeper.

Adjusting his grip, one large hand splayed across your lower belly to feel the bulge of his cock moving inside you. The pressure made you keen, hips bucking weakly against him. 

“Feel that? That’s me, ownin’ this sweet—mmf—pussy. All mine tonight.” His teasing drew a slurred moan from you, your responses devolving further into needy sounds.

“Y–Yours..! All yours– ah, harder!” You were lost in it, the world narrowing to the thick length pistoning in and out, stretching you to your limits. Every withdrawal left you empty and whining, every plunge filled you to bursting.

Toji obliged, grunting with effort as he folded you tighter, his thighs pressing your legs back until your ass lifted off the bed. The new angle let him hit that spot inside you relentlessly, sparks exploding behind your eyes. “Like that?”

“Like it... love it... Toji, please!” Slurred and desperate, your voice broke on his name, fingers tangling in the sheets as the pleasure bordered on pain.

He was breathing harder now, chest rising and falling rapidly, but his eyes burned with that unyielding hunger. “Good girl. Keep talkin’ dirty f’me.” 

Another deep thrust, and you felt the coil tightening again, even though you’d just cum. The continuous motion kept you on the edge, body hypersensitive and craving more.

The room filled with the sounds of your union: the wet smack of his balls against your ass, your shared pants and moans, the creak of the mattress protesting under his weight. Toji’s hand slid up to pinch your nipple, rolling it roughly between his fingers, drawing a sharp cry from your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive, ma. This body’s made for my cock.” He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as he swallowed your slurred whimpers. His groans vibrated into you, betraying how close he was to the edge again, but he held back, savoring the drag of your walls.

You broke the kiss with a gasp, head thrashing. “G–Gonna cum again, ’Ji!” The words were barely coherent, but he understood, hips snapping faster, chasing your pleasure to fuel his own addiction.

“Cum f’me, pretty girl. Wanna feel you—nhh—soak my dick.” His voice was wrecked, breath hot against your skin as he pounded into you, the pressure building to a fever pitch.

It shattered you - your body seizing in ecstasy, pussy clamping down like a vice as waves of bliss rolled through you. You screamed his name, or tried to, the sound garbled and raw, squirting around him in hot gushes that soaked his groin. Stars burst in your vision, limbs going limp in his hold.

Toji cursed, the vice-like grip pushing him over despite his earlier release. “Shit—fuck!” 

He buried deep, cumming hard once more, but this one felt even more intense, his cock pulsing as he flooded you anew. Groans tore from his throat, body trembling as he rode it out, hips grinding to wring out every spurt.

But he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. As the high faded, he kept moving, slow and deep, stirring the creamy mess inside you. 

“One more round.” He panted, voice thick with need. “Can’t get enough of this pussy.”

You nodded weakly, slurring, “Don’ have t’stop... ’s your birthday…” Your mind floated, cockdrunk and sated yet hungry, as he built the pace again.

Toji’s arms trembled slightly from the exertion, but his strength never wavered—that raw, unyielding power that always made your pulse race. With a low grunt, he slid his hands under your thighs, gripping the soft flesh firmly. 

“Up you go.” He murmured, voice rough from the strain. 

In one fluid motion, he lifted you off the bed, your legs still hooked over his arms as he stood, his cock never leaving the tight clasp of your pussy. The sudden change in position made you gasp, the new depth hitting different, his tip nudging deeper into your oversensitive walls. 

You clung to his shoulders, nails scraping over the sweat-dampened skin, but he held you steady, biceps flexing like steel cables.

“W–What’re you…” You questioned, the words tumbling out in awe, your head dropping to his chest as he adjusted his hold. The power he had over you made him smirk, a flash of white teeth in the dim light, and he bounced you lightly on his length, testing the angle.

“Just hold on a minute, ma.” His breath was hot against your ear, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other hooked under your knee, keeping you spread wide. But he wasn’t done repositioning. “C’mere.”

With a shift of his weight, he turned you effortlessly, your back pressing to his broad chest as he locked his arms behind your head in a full nelson. Your elbows were pinned, arms useless above you, your body suspended and exposed, legs dangling apart with his cock still buried to the hilt. 

The stretch was immediate and intense - your pussy forced open around his girth, the position leaving you completely at his mercy. Gravity pulled you down harder onto him, every inch of his thick shaft grinding against your insides as he held you aloft.

“Toji— o–oh...” You whimpered, the mixing of words thicker now, your voice breaking on the vulnerability of it all. 

Being held like this, folded and controlled by his sheer power, sent a rush of heat through you. His muscles bulged against your skin, the veins in his forearms standing out as he kept you locked in place, and you could feel the controlled strain in his body, the way he breathed steadily despite the effort.

He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his chest into your back. “Look at you, all folded up and helpless. This what you wanted me t’have for my birthday? Me usin’ you like—haah, stop t–tightenin’ up—a fucktoy?” 

His hips rolled upward experimentally, the motion lifting you slightly before letting you sink back down, his cock dragging slow and deliberate along your walls. The fullness was overwhelming, your clit exposed to the air, ass brushing against his pelvis with each subtle thrust.

“Y-Yeah, so strong…” The words came out mushy, laced with that cockdrunk haze, but the sincerity shone through. Your body trembled in his grip, the position keeping you arched, breasts thrust forward, every nerve attuned to the power radiating from him.

Toji groaned, the vibration traveling straight to your core. He was gone too, the way your slick heat enveloped him from this angle too perfect to ignore. 

“Shit, you’re tight like this. Grippin’ me so good, baby.” He started moving then, not rushing, just a steady rhythm - lifting you an inch or two with his arms before dropping you back onto his cock, the wet slide echoing in the room. His thighs flexed beneath you, absorbing the impact, his free hand occasionally drifting to squeeze your hip or pinch your nipple, drawing out sharp gasps.

The pace was torturously slow at first, each descent letting you feel the veined length of him parting your folds, the head catching on that sensitive ridge inside before plunging deeper. You could hear his breaths coming heavier, controlled grunts punctuating the air as he worked you up and down. 

“Y’feel me? Every fuckin’ inch stretchin’ you out.” He nuzzled into your neck, teeth grazing the skin, his stubble scraping roughly.

Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as the sensations built gradually. “So deep... Toji, you’re—u–ugh!—fillin’ me up!” Dizzy and needy, your voice cracked, body rocking with his movements. 

The full nelson amplified everything - your immobility making you hyperaware of his strength, the way his arms didn’t budge no matter how you squirmed. It turned you on fiercely, that kink igniting as you imagined him tossing you around like this for hours.

He picked up the tempo just a fraction, hips thrusting up to meet your downward slide, the slap of your ass against his groin growing rhythmic. Cum from his previous loads leaked out with each withdrawal, trickling down his balls, but he didn’t care - thrusting back in to push it deeper. 

His hand released your neck to slide between your legs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, firm circles that matched his pace. “Not rushin’ this, pretty baby. Wanna enjoy my present.”

The dual stimulation had you moaning steadily, the pressure coiling low but not cresting yet - he was dragging it out, savoring the build. You tried to grind down harder, but the position left you powerless, dependent on his control. 

“Pl—ah, fuck! Can’t– can’t think when y–you do that…” You babbled, fixated on the flex of his biceps against your ears, the unyielding hold that screamed dominance.

Toji’s response was a ragged groan, his cock twitching inside you at the praise. “Fuck, you love this shit, don’t ya? Me holdin’ you open ’nd fuckin’ you senseless.”

He bounced you higher now, the lift more pronounced, letting gravity do the work on the drop - your pussy swallowing him whole each time, walls fluttering around the invasion. Sweat slicked the connection between your bodies, his chest heaving against your back as he maintained the position without faltering.

Minutes stretched, the room filled with the obscene sounds of your joining - the squelch of his cock plunging into the messy heat, your slurred whimpers, his deepening pants. He varied the rhythm, sometimes holding you still to grind deep, circling his hips to stir you from the inside, the fat head of his dick pressing insistently against your cervix. Other times, he’d thrust shallowly, teasing your entrance before slamming home, drawing out cries that dissolved into nonsense.

“Keep talkin’.” He demanded breathlessly, fingers pressing harder on your clit, rolling it with precise pressure. “Tell me how much you need this dick in you.”

“Need it s’much, ’Ji! I need you… need you so bad, I– I can’t—.” The words spilled out in a haze, your mind lost to the sensation of being utterly possessed. Your legs kicked weakly in the air, toes curling as the pleasure simmered, building layer by layer without mercy.

He growled in approval, the sound primal, and shifted his stance wider for better leverage. Now he was truly powering through, lifting you fully off him before impaling you again. His muscles burned - you could feel the tension in his arms, the subtle tremor of effort that only made your cunt impossibly wetter. 

He was a machine, tireless, his cock throbbing with each descent, veins pulsing against your clenching walls.

“That’s it, take it all. This pussy’s m–mine to wreck.” His voice was strained, groans slipping out as your heat milked him relentlessly. 

He leaned forward slightly, changing the angle so his thrusts hit that spongy spot inside you dead-on, sparks igniting with every pass. But he kept it measured, drawing out the friction, letting the tension wind tighter without snapping.

Your body responded on instinct, inner muscles rippling around him, chasing more despite the ache. “I forget how big you—mm—how you feel…” Slurring turned to outright babbling, your breaths syncing with his as the coil in your belly tightened incrementally. His fingers on your clit slowed, teasing now—light flicks that kept you hovering on the edge, the position ensuring you couldn’t do a thing but endure the torment.

He nipped at your shoulder, teeth sinking in just enough to mark. ’Not yet. Wanna feel you beggin’ first.’ Another deep grind, holding you seated fully, his pelvis flush against yours, pubic bone grinding your clit indirectly. The pressure was exquisite, building that fire without quenching it, his strength the anchor keeping you suspended in bliss.

“Feels too good… can’t– don’t stop… please, Toji— don’t—” You whined, every flex of his arms sending jolts straight to your cunt. He was everywhere: surrounding you, controlling you, his power a tangible force that amplified the pleasure tenfold.

Satisfied with your pleas, he resumed the thrusts, faster now but still controlled, each drop letting you feel the stretch anew. The room spun in your vision, the continuous motion turning your limbs to jelly. His groans grew louder, breath hot and erratic against your neck, betraying how the tight squeeze was fraying his edges too. 

“Fuck, stop squeezin’ me, ma… hngh—gonna make me lose it.” But he held on, dragging it out further - thrusting in short, sharp bursts that kept the rhythm unpredictable, then slowing to long, languid slides that let you savor the drag. 

His hand abandoned your clit to grip your thigh instead, spreading you wider, the nelson tightening to arch your back more. Fingers dug into your flesh, bruises forming under his touch, a reminder of his dominance.

The build was agonizingly slow, pleasure layering until it bordered on overwhelming. You could feel every ridge of him, the way his cock pulsed with his heartbeat, the slick glide eased by the mess between you. 

“Ahn, Toooji! Can’t hold it..!” Your voice was a wrecked slur, body tensing in his unyielding arms.

“Yeah you can. Wait for me.” He panted, hips snapping up harder, the impacts jolting through you and causing your tits to bounce. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing thrusts and grinding holds, the dam broke. Your orgasm crashed over you in shuddering waves, pussy convulsing around his cock in rhythmic squeezes, juices flooding out to coat his length. 

You cried out, the sound garbled and raw, back bowing in the nelson as ecstasy ripped through you. “Toji! Yes—fuck!”

The spasms pushed him over, his third release hitting hard. “Shit—takin’ it all…” 

He buried deep, hips jerking as hot spurts filled you again, groans vibrating against your skin. His arms locked tighter, holding you impaled through the pulses, refusing to let the connection break.

But even as you both trembled in the aftershocks, he didn’t set you down right away. His arms, still locked in the full nelson, held you suspended a moment longer, his cock twitching inside your spasming pussy as the last spurts of his cum painted your walls. Your body went limp in his grip, breaths coming in ragged gasps, the intensity leaving you boneless and spent.

Finally, with a soft, strained groan, Toji loosened his hold. 

“Easy now.” He murmured, voice rough but carrying that familiar edge of control, the dominance peeking through the exhaustion. 

He lowered you carefully toward the bed, but your weakened limbs gave way mid-descent, causing you to flop forward onto the mattress in a boneless heap: face down, your ass instinctively lifting just enough to present your cum-dripping pussy and cheeks to him, thighs splayed wide from the lingering haze of pleasure.

He knelt behind you now, eyes dark and hooded as he took in the view. 

Thick ropes of his cum, mixed with your own juices, began to ooze from your stretched hole, trickling down your inner thighs in lazy rivulets. The sight was obscene, your pussy puffy and red from the hours of relentless pounding, lips parted slightly as more of his seed leaked out, pooling on the sheets beneath your raised hips. 

Toji’s breath hitched, a low whimper escaping his lips - uncharacteristic for him, but the sensitivity from his last orgasm made every throb of his cock ache with lingering pleasure.

“Fuck... look at that.” He whispered, almost to himself, one hand reaching out to spread your folds wider with his thumb and fingers. 

He watched intently as another glob of cum pushed free, the creamy white contrasting against your flushed skin. His cock, still half-hard and glistening with your combined mess, twitched visibly, the sight reigniting that primal hunger despite the fatigue.

You were too wrecked to respond coherently, your body heavy and mind foggy, face buried in the pillow with soft, slurred breaths escaping. The position you landed in left you exposed and vulnerable, ass up and quivering, your back arched faintly as if begging for more without words.

Toji’s eyes locked on the presentation, a ragged whimper slipping out as his cock hardened fully again, the sensitivity making it pulse with a mix of pain and need.

 “Goddamn, you do that on purpose, don’t ya? Fuckin’ temptin’ me like this.” His voice was breathy, almost predatory now, the whimper underscoring his building intensity. 

He couldn’t resist - crawling over you with a predatory glint in his eye, his body hovering like a shadow before he attacked again, hands gripping your hips firmly to pull you back against him.

He aligned himself, the fat head of his cock nudging your entrance, smearing the leaking cum back inside with a shallow push that made you both gasp. 

“Guess you’re too sensitive for this, huh? But damn, you look too fuckin’ good like this, all spread out and drippin’ for me.” He said, the apology casual, tossed out like he knew it was expected but didn’t really care - his tone laced with that knowing smirk, lips brushing your shoulder in a lazy kiss, stubble grazing your skin as he sank in inch by inch. 

The overstimulation hit hard - your walls fluttering weakly around his thickness, clenching on the intrusion despite the exhaustion, while his hypersensitive shaft throbbed with every velvety squeeze, drawing a shaky whimper from deep in his chest.

Once fully sheathed, he draped his massive frame over your back, chest pressing into your spine like a warm, unyielding weight, one arm sliding under your waist to hoist your hips higher into the perfect angle. His free hand tangled in your hair gently, tilting your head just enough to expose your neck for another lazy kiss, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of your sweat. 

“So perfect... t–takin’ me so deep, even now. My good girl, lettin’ me—hah, shit—wreck you like this.” he praised softly, voice laced with whimpers as he bottomed out, hips grinding slow, deliberate circles that stirred his cum inside you, making obscene squelching sounds with each rotation.

The pace started unhurried, his thrusts measured and deep, pulling back until just the tip kissed your entrance - teasing the sensitive nerves there - before sliding forward steadily, his balls slapping lightly against your clit with each full plunge. He savored the drag, the way your ass jiggled faintly against his pelvis, the ripple of your cheeks under his gripping fingers as he kneaded the flesh, spreading you wider to watch himself disappear into your soaked heat. 

“God, you’re grippin’ me...nnh!—so tight. Won’t let go, will you, ma?” He murmured teasingly against your ear, a quiet ’sorry’ slipping in as he nipped the lobe, but it came out half-hearted, more like an acknowledgment of your whimpers than genuine remorse. 

You arched into him with a muffled whine, the pillow soaking up your quiet pleas, your body responding on instinct: pushing back weakly to meet his rhythm, the position allowing him to hit that deep spot inside you over and over, building the pressure slow and relentless. 

Toji’s breaths came hot and uneven against your skin, his kisses trailing lazily down your spine, pausing to suck a mark into the curve of your shoulder blade. His hand under your waist roamed upward, cupping one breast to pinch and roll the nipple between rough fingers, the dual sensations making your walls spasm around him.

He shifted his weight slightly, angling his hips to grind against that spot with precision, the lazy thrusts turning into a hypnotic roll - forward, deep, hold, then withdraw just enough to let you feel the ache of emptiness before filling you again. 

Whimpers punctuated his praises now, his cock so oversensitive that each slide sent sparks of mingled pleasure-pain through him, but he chased it anyway, hips snapping a fraction harder when the need overtook the tenderness. 

“You’re doin’ so well... lettin’ me use this pretty pussy one more time.” His fingers intertwined with yours where they clutched the sheets, squeezing in rhythm with his movements, the emotional tether grounding the raw physicality.

The room filled with the wet sounds of his cock plunging into your cum-filled pussy, each thrust pushing more of the mixed fluids out around his girth, dripping down your thighs and soaking the bed further. 

Toji’s grip on your hips tightened, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he pulled you back harder onto him, the force making your body jolt forward with every impact. 

He leaned in closer, his chest fully flush against your back now, trapping you beneath his bulk while his hips pistoned steadily, the friction building heat between your bodies. Sweat slicked your skin where you connected, his muscles flexing with each controlled drive, showcasing the effortless power that had you hooked from the start.

“You sound so pretty when you’re desperate.” He cooed, voice dropping lower as he felt your inner muscles flutter in response to the relentless angle. 

He released your hair to brace one hand on the mattress beside your head, using the leverage to deepen his strokes, his cock dragging along your walls in long, unyielding glides that stretched you anew each time. 

The head bumped against your cervix with a dull, pleasurable ache, sending jolts up your spine that made your toes curl into the sheets. “N–Nhaa! Shooo deep!”

Toji noticed, chuckling breathlessly against your ear. “Yeah, right there, h–huh? Sorry, baby, but I know you love it when I go deep like this. Makes you—ngh—clench so fuckin’ tight.” The apology was light, teasing almost, as if he was just humoring your sensitivity while reveling in the control.

Your breaths came in short, desperate pants now, muffled into the pillow as the coil in your belly wound tighter with every deliberate push. He varied the rhythm just enough to keep you on edge - slow, grinding rolls that stirred his previous loads inside you, making your pussy feel impossibly full, followed by sharper thrusts that slapped his hips against your ass with a meaty smack. 

His free hand slid down your side, tracing the curve of your waist before dipping between your legs to circle your swollen clit with rough fingertips, the added stimulation making stars burst behind your eyelids.

Toji’s noises grew more frequent, his hypersensitive length pulsing with each velvet grip of your walls, the overstimulation turning every sensation into a razor-sharp edge of bliss. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his lips parted to suck at the skin there, leaving a fresh bruise amid the constellation of marks he’d already painted on you. 

“Fuck... you’re gonna make me cum too quick again. This pussy’s too damn good, suckin’ me in like it never wants me to leave.” His words were punctuated by a particularly deep thrust, holding himself there as he ground his pelvis against you, the pressure on your clit intensifying under his fingers.

Finally, the tension snapped when he angled just right, his cock hitting that sweet spot while his fingers pressed firmly on your clit. “Mm– Toji!”

Your orgasm crashed over you in a shuddering rush, a keening moan escaping into the pillow as your pussy clamped down hard around him, rhythmic contractions milking his length with desperate squeezes. 

Juices gushed out weakly around his shaft, mixing with the cum already there, the slick mess easing his final thrusts as he chased his own release.

Toji’s hips stuttered, a deep, whimpering groan rumbling from his chest as he buried himself to the hilt one last time. Hot spurts of cum erupted from his cock, flooding your depths with thinner ropes now from the exhaustion, but still coating your walls in warmth, the creampie overflowing slightly to trickle down your thighs. 

He held you there, grinding shallowly to push it deeper, his body shuddering against yours in the throes of it, whimpers softening into satisfied sighs.

Staying seated inside you as he softened, Toji was reluctant to break the connection, his body collapsing gently over yours in a protective drape. Finally, he rolled you both to the side, still joined, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close.

 Lips pressed a final lazy kiss to your temple, his voice a smug rumble, thick with cocky satisfaction. “Damn, you really are the best birthday present a guy could ask for. Don’t think anythin’ is gonna top this present.”

a/n: happy birthday to my GLORIOUS king, husband, lover, etc etc, toji fushiguro!!!!!!!!!!!

dividers by @/uzmacchiato!

You jolt.

“Oh!”

A man in a white lab coat and slacks sits at a desk. He has luscious blond hair, glasses, and a face as stoic as a speculum. You’re taken aback by his handsomeness. Broad shoulders, defined features, chiselled face, and great height. How is it possible that he’s a doctor and not a Breeder?

The demand for his superior genetics would be through the roof. 

“H-hi, doctor. Forgive me, I didn’t see you.”

You’re grateful to be paired with someone young and attractive. One of your neighbours had an old man who she claimed should have retired decades ago. It’s a blessing to have nice eye candy.

As though he knows exactly what you’re thinking, he purses his lips. “It’s quite alright.” Then he jerks his chin, encouraging you to step in and close the door behind you. “I’m Doctor Kento Nanami, you may call me Doctor or Nanami or the two combined.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

His eyes meet yours. One glance up and down your body is all he needs, and he’s returning to his papers. 

Scribbling notes down on a pad, your eyes focus on the slenderness of his fingers and their length. Is he gentle or clinical in his approach?

Your older friend had a very gentle one and she said the process felt quite relaxing, almost therapeutic. Meanwhile, your other friend remarked how cold and unfeeling her doctor was, and that she was on edge the entire time. And another one of your friends said hers was actually rather rough, like a father scolding a child!

Which would you prefer, you wonder.

Doctor Nanami asks, “You have been informed about the due process, yes?”

The State mandated broadcasts are your bread and butter as a young woman; there’s no way you could forget the procedure. For the longest time, you’d been dreaming of this moment and finally it’s here. You won’t mess it up. 

“Yes, of course — I must strip all of my clothes, lie on the chair, and place my feet on the stirrups,” you recite, cheerfully. 

He raises a brow at you. 

Somehow you’re getting the impression that he’s not very impressed with your enthusiasm. Maybe it’s because he’s been doing this for so long. Maybe he’s seen it all, and more, and he’s just looking forward to getting it over and done with. Or maybe he just really doesn’t like you. 

Regardless, you’re undeterred. 

Humming under your breath, you shrug off your clothes and fold them on the table to the side, like you’ve seen in  the videos. It’s cold here, and you fight the shivers threatening to wrack your body. 

As an aspiring Female Breeder, nudity is something you’ve had to grow familiar and comfortable with but now that you’re faced with your first time being nude in front of the opposite gender, it feels a little too daunting. 

Heat flushes on your skin, embarrassment coursing through your veins, although one shy glance at him reveals he isn’t looking at you at all. 

Are you disappointed or relieved?

The nurses had thoroughly cleansed and prepped your body — you’re washed, exfoliated, and waxed from head to toe. You’ve never felt cleaner and softer, like a newborn baby. 

You climb onto the chair, the protective paper crinkling beneath you, and spread your legs. It faces him entirely, and you have to rationalise with yourself that he’s probably seen a thousand vaginas in his life and he won’t think yours look weird at all.

Bright, white light shines down upon you, and you squint at its blinding capacity. Then, you hear him put his pen down, and push his chair back.

“Alright, I will begin the examination now.” 

Craning to see him, you watch him roll his sleeves up revealing the thickness of his forearms, the light hairs, and the prominent veins that run up the length and bulge with his movement. Doctor Nanami snaps latex gloves on with expert precision, a rehearsed move that’s become a habit. 

He carries a clipboard and a pen, and he comes to stand over you, eyes roving over your body. 

“I’ll be making notes for your record, please don’t mind me,” he mutters, adjusting his glasses. 

You fight the urge to squirm under his gaze; it’s like you can feel the weight of his all-seeing eyes and where they land, where they skim, where they narrow in on, and where they return to. Does he find you attractive? If he saw you in the streets, would he be overcome with the need to breed you, hard and rough on the dirty ground?

“Forgive my touch,” Doctor Nanami says, reaching a hand down to press three fingers on the fat of your breast. He watches it bounce, and notes down his thoughts. “Your areolas seem to be quite average in size, neither too small nor too large per regulations. Its shade is also of interest.”

No one’s ever voiced out their assessment of your body like so. He’s so blunt, so matter-of-fact. Yet, you find that you don’t really mind it. It’s much better than the crude lies boys tell you. Many have tried to get under your skirt but you never let them. You vowed that your first time being touched would be by a respectable man who would accurately know your worth. And who would be better than someone whose whole occupation is dedicated to determining the worth of Breeders?

Doctor Nanami asks, “Do you touch your breasts?”

“Um, touch as in…”

He looks at you over the clipboard. “Do you play with your breasts? Do you squeeze them, grope them, tease your nipples, have you determined their sensitivity?”

“No…sorry.”

The State encourages you all to explore their bodies, to know your likes and dislikes as appropriate, but you never did. It seemed too scary for you. Virgins are not seen as especially good nor particularly bad in today’s climate. In fact, experience and skill is more valuable. That’s why you were hoping you could just leave it to the experts, when it came down to ‘getting down.’ At least then, they wouldn’t accidentally break something, like you fear you would.

Shaking his head, he says, “It’s nothing to apologise for. It simply means I will have to determine for myself.” He flicks to a different page on his clipboard and signs something. “Do you consent?”

“I consent.”

Board placed down on a metal table, he leaves both hands free. 

You gulp as they approach your breasts.

A finger brushes lightly against the underside. You stiffen. It ventures up, circling your nipple but not touching just yet. Voice deep, he asks, “You know the breeding term for your breasts, yes?”

Suddenly feeling like you’re back in school, you answer, “Tits, sir— sorry, I mean, Doctor.”

His lip twitches. “That’s quite alright.”

His finger flicks your nipple, the bud already hard due to the chill of the examination room. You gasp. 

Doctor Nanami nods, and does the same to the other. Now, both of your breasts are being groped. You writhe beneath him. “You have above average sensitivity,” he notes. “Are you partial to the sting of pain?”

“I-I don’t know,” you confess, distracted by the sensation of your nipples being flicked and rolled by latex-covered fingers. 

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” That’s all the warning he gives you before he pinches both nipples hard. You wince, body ever so slightly jerking away from his merciless touch. The doctor hums. “It does not appear to be your thing. I’ll have to conduct more tests to determine for sure you do not have masochistic traits.”

Quietly and with a drop of fright, you ask, “Tests? What kind of tests?”

He presses a button on the chair, and the top half of your body is lowered down until your eyes are at his crotch level. You avert your eyes. 

“Full-body tests. As per your records, you are a virgin and with little to no sexual exploration of yourself, correct?” He waits for your nod. He continues. “It means there is much information about you the State will be missing. It is my duty to fill in those blanks. You may revoke your consent now, but do be aware that you will have to rebook, and there is a backlog, so you may have to wait months before gaining your certification.”

You shake your head. “No, no, I don’t want to wait. You’re free to do whatever you’d like with me, Doctor.”

“Careful,” he rasps. “Those are Breeding words, Miss, and you are aware that, as per regulations, upon your consent to please, I have every right to take you up on that offer.”

Licking your lips, you allow yourself to eye the bulge that’s steadily growing in his slacks. Heat rushes to your pussy. You hadn’t meant to say those words, especially because you’re not yet qualified to do so, but you’re only one step away and, S.M.S.E. (State Mandated Sexual Examiners) have the privilege of being able to examine anyone they’d like — women who are not yet 21 but are at least 18, already married women, mothers, strangers on the street who wear the yellow pin to show they’re certified to fornicate in public. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to learn all about yourself before you step out into the wider world a real woman. 

Plus, it’d be nice if your first time could be taken by someone as hot as him.

“I’d like a full body examination please, Doctor. I understand the implications of my word and consent to leaving my body to your full scrutiny,” you recite the prepared speech. “Please take care of me.”

Doctor Nanami sighs and picks up the clipboard. He signs another random page and hands it over to you. The page is titled ‘Virginity Removal Consent Form.’

At the bottom line, you sign too. 

The dull thud of it placed back on the table signifies the finality of the contract. 

Your heart beats faster, palms sweating, and core tingling to life.

“Alright, let’s start with your vagina.” 

He drags his chair over to where your legs are spread on the stirrups, and sits there. You know he can see everything, and you know he’s properly looking now. You hope he’s not weirded out by how wet you are. His gloved hands rests on your knees, sliding down your inner thighs, rubbing warmth there, before they push them wider. 

“Do you know the correct term for your vagina?”

“P-pussy,” you answer.

He nods, patting your thigh. “Good. Will you describe for me what I’m doing right now?”

“You’re looking at my pussy, Doctor.”

His fingers stroke your puffy lips, assessing the shape, size and colour, you’re sure. He spreads them open then, revealing you fully to his watchful eyes. “And now?”

“You’re spreading my pussy lips open, Doctor.”

“And if I have an erection in my pants, it means?”

You’re breathless at the question, and you’re aware that, at the twitch of his lips, he saw the twitch of your clit. You want to hide from him, but you can’t. And he wouldn’t let you. Despite your nervousness, you reply, “It means you like what you see?”

“And if my mouth is watering?”

A gasp tears out of you. 

Countless videos have prepared you for your lines, but they’ve never prepared you for the real thing, never prepped you to be so openly desired by someone older and more experienced. How can he so easily say something like that? Doesn’t he know the effect he has on women?

His voice is so deep, so raspy, and his touch is warm despite the layer that keeps him from really touching you. Having such a hot doctor wasn’t a blessing, you realise; it’s a curse.

SMACK!

You yelp, thighs shutting around his hand. He’d slapped your pussy. 

Growling, he shoves them back open and says, “I will repeat myself once, and only once — what does it mean if my mouth waters at the sight of your pretty pussy?”

“You want to taste it.”

Doctor Nanami’s breath fans across your sopping cunt. His hands tuuuuug you down so you’re even closer to his face. He doesn’t touch you there yet. No, he’s taking his time. First, he tests you again. “What’s this action called, hmm?”

“C-cunnilingus?”

“Are you asking or telling me?”

His curt tone leaves no room for argument; he’s not the kind of man who’s playful during sex, or even before nor after, it seems. 

Eager to feel his mouth on you, to know what it feels like to be eaten out, to know for yourself if it feels as good as the couple you always see on the park bench on your way to school makes it seem, you whine, “Telling you, sir. Please taste me, please, Doctor.”

The scruff on his jaw rubs your inner thigh as he mutters, “You must be top in your class in Begging 101.”

Then, he’s tasting you.

A lap of his long, flat tongue covers your entire slit from hole to clit. He collects your wetness and gulps it down. Doctor Nanami mulls the taste over and says aloud, “Sweet. A 9.2 out of 10. I can tell you keep a healthy diet. Very good.”

“Thank you, sir.”

You feel his smile on your clit, lips mouthing against the pulsing thing. “Such a polite girl you are. You’ll make for a very good Breeder.”

That’s all you’ve ever wanted — to be taken so readily in the streets, to be watched as you’re fucked so good by a big, strong man who only wants to pump his cum inside your pussy, and be stretched out enough for another to slip in easily. You want to make your country proud.

Doctor Nanami laps up your juices precisely. 

He doesn’t hesitate to circle the rim of your other hole too, if an errant drop were to escape him. In fact, he lingers there for a moment, waiting until you’re absolutely squirming and whimpering for it. 

His tongue flicks your clit over and over again, sucking on the bud so you’ll hear the squelches! and feel the incredible pleasure of being eaten out by a pro.

Your hips rock towards his face, seeking the friction. The doctor’s gorging himself on your creamy juices, tasting you as if you’re just so delicious, so intoxicating. Tongue lashing through your cunt, he slithers it through, all while massaging your ass, kneading the flesh to comfort you.

He’s paying so much attention on your clit, it has you panting like a dog, and fighting to scramble away from him. “Ngh! Not there, please doctor.”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” he scolds, yanking you back, and slapping your clit in punishment. You squeal. “The clitoris is where you’ll feel the most pleasure. Do not run from it.”

Squirming and blubbering, you confess, “It feels too scary.”

“Then I highly recommend you rub your little clit when you get home until you’re cumming all over your sheets. Grow very familiar with your pussy. I don’t want any arguments about it. You think a Breeder would go easy on your cunt?”

Of course the answer is no. You’ve seen from demonstrations in your college how relentless and cruel dominant Breeders can be — they’ll have you crying and begging and saying things you’d never say in any other situation. And by god, were you always so jealous. Like the other girls, you’d squeeze your thighs, soaking through your panties when piercing eyes would land on you, and scarred lips would curl into a smirk, as though vowing it’d be you next.

Delirious with the roughness of his slurrrping!, you can only nod and promise, “I will. I’ll rub my clit so hard later, Doctor.”

“Good girl.”

A dollop of spit lands with a thwack! right on your clit, sliding down your slit and mingling with your sloppy juices. Two fingers rub it in. He holds up his soaked hand, spreading the long digits to show you the translucent web it creates. Almost monotone, he quizzes you again, “What is the purpose of your pussy juices?”

“Lubrication.”

“Lubrication of what.”

“Of anything you want to put inside me, Doctor,” you mewl.

Doctor Nanami nods, pleased. “Clever girl. Most women answer with ‘cock’ or ‘fingers’ but the accurate answer is, the lubrication is to ease the entry of anything. Of course, there are a number of things you should not penetrate a pussy with, but in theory, anything goes. Now, relax for me.”

He pushes those two fingers in, pinning your hips with a heavy arm thrown over your belly so you can’t run away from the pressure.

They stretch you out, immediately curling upwards and finding that spot inside your gummy walls the broadcasts taught you was called a ‘g-spot’. It has you creaming even more on his fingers. 

The feeling of latex against soft skin is odd, though it doesn’t bother you. It’s not a very thick material at all. You can still feel the callouses on his fingers, albeit weakly. Still, you wish you could feel him bare.

A thumb rubs your clit in tight circles, all while his fingers press in from inside, thoroughly stimulating all around and you feel it building and building. The doctor clamps his mouth over your clit, resistant to shoving hands.

“S-shit, I think I’m going to pee!”

“No,” he says, dragging the word out like you’re a child. “It’s not pee. You know what it is. Say it.”

Your cunt clenches around him. “Cum! Doctor, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes, yes you are. But you must hold it.”

Eyes widening, you stare down at him, bewildered. “No, I can’t. I can’t hold it in!”

His cold eyes pin you to the chair, and with challenge in those eyes, he doubles the speed and intensity in which he’s sucking your clit and curling against your g-spot. “You can, and you will. Do not come until I count to one, do you hear me?”

A strong wrist pistons his fingers in, never missing that sensitive spot inside you, never breaking eye contact and never letting your clit get a second to rest.

“Three,” he says.

The obscene squelches he’s wringing from you reach your ears, filling the room, and you have to wonder if anyone could hear what’s happening here from outside. They’d probably be so jealous, waiting for their turn. 

“Two.”

They’re imagining your lewd body played mercilessly by Doctor Nanami, and be incapable of deciding who they wanted to be more. 

You being fingered to your first proper orgasm or him, having the honour.

“One.”

You cum with a scream. Hot juices spring out of you, splashing and coating his arm and labcoat with the liquid. As the State recommends, he guzzles down as much of your cum as he can, even as it dribbles down his chin. Your whole body spasms. 

You’ve had orgasms before — accidentally realising you can feel good from humping your teddy bear in your bed, sitting on the washing machine as it was running, riding the crease of your jeans — but they’ve been weak in comparison to this.

The convulsions eventually slow. He gives your pulsing cunt a few final licks. 

Limp, you lie there, panting from the remnants of a mindmelting cum.

Doctor Nanami pats your pussy, and leisurely strolls over to the other end. “Well done. You did well. It’s a good sign that you can squirt so easily. 60% of Breeders value that in their partners; you’ll be quite a popular thing.”

His wet, gloved fingers drag over your naked body, circling your clit for the last time, climbing up your belly, the valley between your breasts, flicking a nipple and making it glisten with your spend, before finally arriving at your mouth.

He smears your own juices across your lips, humming with approval when you lick his fingers clean.

Soon, he rips his gloves off and a second later, cold, calloused hands are rubbing your cheek. Looming over you, he pulls your bottom lip down to watch it bounce back in place, and says, “Open wide for me, dear.”

Shining a flashlight pen inside your mouth, he inspects that part of you too. Satisfied, he stands up, and begins to unbuckle his belt. The sound of leather scraping and metal clinking has your thighs clenching tight together, feet no longer on the stirrups. 

His cock is freed and your mouth drools at the size. 

It’s bigger than the average penises they show on the broadcasts, in the school textbooks and live performances. Long, clean, thick, with two veins leading up to a pretty, pink tip. A Grade 1 cock for sure! 

Doctor Nanami taps the cockhead at your lips, and like the videos you’ve watched, you stretch your lips out into as big of an O as you can and readily swallow him in. You’ve practiced on dildos before, and even cucumbers, but none of your past experiences can compare to the feel of an actual cock.

The heat, the ridges, the salty taste of skin and pre…

It’s quite wonderful.

“No teeth,” he warns. “It will not reflect well on your record if you cannot blow a man properly.”

“I understand, Doctor.”

You shut your eyes tight, focusing on not gagging and throwing up all over him, like the textbooks warned against. To his credit, he’s going slowly, not shoving it all in one go. It’s an odd gentleness that contrasts with his usual harshness.

And when he’s about halfway in, he pulls out just enough to keep his tip inside your mouth, and inches back inside. Your hands clench into fists.

“Breathe through your nose,” he advises. “As soon as you are -hah- certified, there will be men wanting to take –mm, what a tight little mouth– t-take advantage of you. Be sure you warn them ahead of time you’re new and should not be deepthroated so casually, yes?”

You try to answer, but it comes out muffled, and when he groans, you realise maybe that was his intention all along. 

Doctor Nanami cradles your neck. His thumb runs up and down the column of your throat, and you know he must be admiring the bulge of his cock. “I have no doubt you’ll be a Special Grade whore very soon.”

A couple seconds later, he pulls out again. 

He doesn’t thrust back in. 

Instead, he keeps his tip inside and says, “Lick it, sweetheart. Around, and on the slit. Slow but firm, that’s how I like it.”

You do as he says — you tongue his slit, digging the tip of your tongue inside and swallowing the salty taste he leaks out. The doctor grunts, clamping down on his base, and then he’s pulling away completely.

It wasn’t the most comfortable experience, but you have to admit, there’s something rather addictive about having your mouth preoccupied. 

Back between your legs, he stands, tugging on his still-hard cock. It’s leaking precum and you almost want to lick it up again. 

Doctor Nanami drops his heavy cock right onto your pussy, and your sticky juices grab on immediately. Back and forth, he begins sawing your cunt, drawing back so that his tip will nudge against your clit on his way up. Each thrust of his hip has you gasping and moaning. 

“What do you call this act?”

He’s testing you again, and you don’t want to disappoint, so you answer, “Outercourse, sir. Or, pussyjob.”

“Good.”

Holding his cock down with a thumb, he makes sure the pressure and friction is just right. The squelches are coming back, so loud and so wet. He doesn’t make fun of you, doesn’t point out that you’re acting like a bitch in heat, he simply rubs his cock between your lips over and over again, until he’s smearing his pre on your lower belly.

Oh god, it’s so hot. His cock’s scalding against your pussy. You can’t believe you had to wait so long to be fucked.

The back of your knees are held. He pushes them back so that they’re grazing your chest. The position is uncomfortable, muscles creaking in complaint, and what’s more uncomfortable is the fact that he can see everything more clearly like this, even the puckering of your asshole.

“You will be bent in all sorts of positions,” he muses. “This is a personal favourite of mine, and soon you’ll have your own.”

That makes you smile. 

You wonder what position men will put you in most, and which you’ll find the most pleasurable. Maybe doggy, since men love it so much. Maybe missionary because you can stare into your partner’s eyes and know that they’re rolling to the back of their heads. Maybe you’ll love all of them equally.

“Show me why it’s your favourite, Doctor. I want to feel you.”

Doctor Nanami leans forward, stretching your legs out even more, until his nose skims yours. “Open,” he huskily mutters. And when you do, his spit lands on your tongue. You swallow it down with a moan. “What a good girl you are. It’d be my honour to be your first. I promise to make you feel very good. Hold on to my arms, if you need. It might sting a little.”

His fat cock prods your opening. He inspects your face for hesitation, and when he finds none, only the eager drool of a whore ready for cock, he pushes in.

A whine leaves your lips.

“Mm fuck! It’s too big!”

Tutting, he doesn’t stop. “Breeders don’t complain. Breeders are grateful to be fucked by big cocks, yes?”

Tears in your eyes, you peer up at him, panting and feeling like you might pass out. “I’m sorry, Doctor. I -ngh- really don’t think I can take it.”

He shakes his head. “You can. You can absolutely take it. Be a good girl, won’t you? Breathe and relax this pussy for me. Just bear with it for another second, and soon you’ll be begging for more.”

The doctor’s stretching you out so wide, spearing you whole with his cock, that you think he might break you. But you have to trust him. He wants the best for you. With no other choice, you have to cling onto his strong arms, digging your nails for purchase.

Soon, he bottoms out. His pelvis presses against your clit. Absentmindedly, your hips grind in circles, aching for friction there. 

“I’m going to start moving now. If you need to cum, you will tell me and ask for permission. Repeat it.”

“If I need to -hah- cum, I’ll ask for permission."

Doctor Nanami starts slowly, rutting his cock an inch at first, then two, then three, and soon he’s building up a clinical pace. His rhythm is consistent, unwavering, and it’s just what you need. 

The pain disappears, and you have to think hard to remember if it even existed at all.

Just like he said, you begin feeling good. Too good. 

Wantonly, you start moaning. Like something’s been awakened in you, you fuck back into him, eager to feel as much of him as you can. 

“Your body was made to be fucked,” he rasps, hips slamming into yours now. Skin slaps against each other, making a fwop! fwop! fwop! sound you can’t escape from. “Your body was made to take cock. A good little cockwhore. Say it.”

“I’m a good -hngh!- cockwhore,” you moan out. Your tits are bouncing with the force of his thrusting. It can’t even be called that anymore — he’s effectively ramming his cock in, ploughing you. 

His cockhead massages your inner walls, fighting against the pleats that try to hold onto him. He slides past your g-spot, constantly teasing the poor thing as he impales you on his fat, throbbing cock over and over again.

Doctor Nanami orders, “Look down. Tell me what you see.”

Your eyes fall to where you’re connected, and you clench hard on him. He grunts, hips speeding up.

“I see how deep you are, Doctor. I see my pussy taking you so easily now. Oh, fuck! Y-your cock, Doctor. I can see it pushing through my belly. You’re so big!”

“More,” he says.

You have to fight to keep your head steady, to make your glassy eyes clear enough to really see. “My juices and yours, they’re mixing a-and there’s a ring of cream at your base.”

Like he’d been waiting, he thumbs that cream and shoves it inside your mouth. It’s sweet, salty and tangy. You don’t hate it. You suck on it, bobbing your head up and down like it’s his cock. The doctor looks almost furious and he suddenly grabs your throat, squeezing hard enough to make you feel lightheaded. “God, you’re a filthy thing, aren’t you?”

Sweat layered over your skin, you know you’ve soaked through the paper beneath you. You slip and slide on the chair, kept in place by his firm hands. He’s ravaging you, rendering you a complete mess. No longer a woman, and just a slut for his cock. 

It’s the best feeling in the world.

Just as he had done before, you play with your tits, squeezing and pinching your nipples.

So caught in the pleasure, you don’t notice he’d moved until something cold touches your clit. You shriek, hips grinding up towards it. You look down and see he’s picked up a stethoscope from somewhere. He rubs it in circles on the bundle of nerves, watching drool leak out of your lips at the slight sting of the coldness..

He lifts his glasses out of the way, and licks your drool up. The doctor shoves his tongue inside your mouth.

For the first time in the appointment, he kisses you. Your tongues tangle together, and you think you’ve never tasted anything more amazing.

His rough hands gather you up, bringing you to a sitting position. “Wrap your arms around me,” he commands. 

Carried in his arms, he bounces you up and down on his cock, using gravity to do most of the work for him.

“Ngh! Y-you’re in so deep, Doctor!”

He huffs, glasses foggy with the humidity you two have created. You hold onto it, so it doesn’t rattle off. “You’re clamping down on me so hard,” he hisses. “You like this position, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes! It’s so fucking good!”

Like this, he can push in even deeper. You swear you can feel him in your lungs. All the while, you’re still kissing him, sucking on his tongue and drinking up as much of his saliva as you can. 

One of his hands is carrying you up by the ass, and he repositions it enough so that his finger can circle your asshole. You moan into his mouth. “Doctor, n-no!”

“You signed the form,” he growls out. “Behave and take it.”

That finger pushes in, knuckle deep, and it’s enough to make you feel so impossibly full. 

“I’m going to cum,” you warn.

He shakes his head. “Wait.”

But you can’t. You cum again.

As you’re spasming in his arms, he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you, splitting you with his throbbing cock. Only when you stop does he drop you back down on the chair, spinning you around so you’re face down on the soaked paper.

He thrusts back in, holding your hips and dragging it back and forth. “I told you to wait, didn’t I?”

“I’m sorry, Doctor! I couldn’t help it.”

“Oh, but you could. You just didn’t want to, did you, you little cockslut?”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Heat blossoms on your ass cheek, where he’d slapped the rippling flesh. He grunts with every clench of your cunt because of the pain. You don’t hate the pain. You almost beg him to spank you harder, but you don’t. Too much is already happening. You don’t think you can take any more.

You can only moan and moan and moan some more as he uses you like a fleshlight. The doctor spits on your puckering hole and hooks his thumb inside.

“Hngh! N-not -hic!- there.” 

“Not here?” he repeats, mocking now. “But your pussy’s pulsing like crazy. It’d be wise if you learned to be more honest.” The doctor bends down, lips grazing the shell of your ear, and he whispers, “Like you should be honest with me and say you’re about to cum again.”

Drowning in your own wetness, his hand shoving your face down right where your pussy juices had pooled, you scream loud enough for the whole hospital to hear, “I want to cum again!”

“Go ahead, darling.”

You howl, hands ripping up what’s left with the paper and threatening to break through the foam padding of the chair. You’re beyond sensitive now after the numerous orgasms he’s given you, and the slapping of his balls on your clit is enough stimulation to have mini orgasms suffocating you from inside.

Doctor Nanami bundles up a handful of your hair, and he yanks. Your back arches, and your ass slams back onto his hips. Your gargled gasp echoes in the room. He’s in so fucking deep and you think he might never leave you again. Oh god, you hope he never does.

“You want to be creampied? Hmm? You want this dirty pussy filled with my cum?”

“Yes!” you cry. “I want you to cum inside me!”

“How kind,” he growls out.

Doctor Nanami spurts inside with a low grunt, hips still rutting. The force of his orgasm sends you over the edge again. You cum another time, yelling his name, and thinking you might actually die. 

When he pulls out, jerking his cock to wring out the last spurts on your back. He groans out, “Such a good girl, you took my cock so well.”

Eventually, silence returns to the examination room. You wonder how long it’s been, if someone’s waiting to take your place, and then decide you don’t really care.

Your knees give up and you fall to the floor. 

With a sigh, he picks you up and lays you back down on the chair.

Running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair, he releases a breath and readjusts his glasses. As he fixes up his slacks, tucking his softening cock inside, he smiles warmly for the first time.

Doctor Nanami pecks your lips, fingers fucking the cum oozing out of you back inside your cunt, and keeping you plugged up.

“Congratulations. You’re officially a Breeder.”

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoshi ꒱ ㆍknew better. he really did. he wasn't even sure how the arguement spiralled into the idea of betting on you. the sweet, pretty girl from his art class. but he'd never back down from a challenge with his twin.

"so what?" he huffed, leaning his head on his hand as he slumped back into the couch. "we just compete for her affection?"

"you're always on about how she's brimming with soul and personality," satoru shot from the doorway.

"so let's see which one of us unconventional romantics can get her? an honest challenge isn't it?"

"unconventional romantics is one way to put it." satoshi sighed.

because satoru never understood the heart. to the point where he found love illogical.

and satoshi understood the heart too much. to the point where he found love evil.

so, really. it was an honest, even challenge, wasn't it?

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoshi ꒱ ㆍwas the first one to make a move. started talking to you more— and of course you excitedly spoke back. all bright eyes and bushy tailed. a cute little thing, really. but he knew the human heart and psyche. knew how things like this could be a ploy, a disguise. so he just had to get into your head, find your mask, and reflect whatever that dark part of you really wanted. a prince charming? a heartbreaker? a rebel? love was so. . . gullible. predictable.

it seemed for you, all he had to really do was give you some attention. listen.

"has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" he smiled, full of charm and poetry that all the girls swooned over.

you too, it seemed. typical.

you brightened, bristled. grew flustered and bowed your head with a fluttered little smile. "ah, you really think so? your eyes are pretty, too."

bingo. so the trustfund princess just needed a little attention. this'll be easy.

before he knew it, you were both going out for coffee every wednesday.

he became the guy that saw you. who took you for cute little coffee dates. compared you to music and poetry. who read books with you cuddled under the tree in the courtyard.

as he learnt your heart. learnt your tells. learnt every little, pretty thing about you.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoru ꒱ ㆍtried a different approach. he didn't understand the heart, or the mind, but he knew that nothing in this world came for free. humans were all about using one another for their own gain. they confused convenience and allyship for companionship. everyone knew that relationships were built on what you could do for a person, so that's the route he took.

he stopped you after class. stood in front of you and peered down over the rim of his glasses at your big eyes staring back up at him.

"you need help studying, don't you?" he arched his brow. "a tutor for the module? I could help."

and oh, how easily you accepted the offer. all smiles and excited nods. he wondered if you really thought you were fooling anyone with that hopelessly sweet act.

that's how satoru got his hands on you. every friday afternoon he invited you back to his apartment to tutor you in whatever psyche module was your newest bane.

acts of service. that's how he'd get your heart. by showing you how much he could do for you.

"I feel bad taking up so much of your time," you pouted one afternoon. "I'm sorry you're always so busy helping me."

"don't you worry about that," he hummed, not once looking up from the textbook. "anything for a pretty girl like you."

when he heard your breath hitch was when he knew he had a chance.

he became the guy that took care of you. writing you notes when you'd miss a class. helping you with your homework. setting up little study dates and even introducing you to his video games.

as he learnt your mind. what you truly lacked: someone to help you.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoshi ꒱ ㆍwas the first one who got something physical out of you. he knew how to time it, when to do it. when the sun dipped perfectly into the horizon and bathed the campus in its golden, purple hues. when the atmosphere would spin into something out of a fairytale and you were both leaning against one of the outer railings. prattling on about the newest book you'd been reading together.

he made sure to suggest the book. made sure it was romance. to get into your feels. make you think he was the prince and you were his fated princess.

it was all clockwork, really.

when you laughed at one of his jokes, he fixed some of your hair. leaned in real close. smiled at you.

when your eyes fluttered and your heart stuttered.

when your breath hitched.

and you whispered his name.

"can I?" he asked, pressing a thumb to your cheek. soft, sensual. because giving pretty girls choices made their heart flutter.

you nodded, of course. so shy. so his, whether you knew it or not.

he pressed his lips to yours. kissed you like something out of a fantasy. the climax in which the male lead finally confesses to the female protagonist and they burst in a travesty of love and affection.

he cupped your face with both hands, like in the books. yanked you closer and kissed your breathless, like in the movies.

and when you whimpered against his lips and clung to his jacket, he parted with panting breaths and a hushed whisper.

"you're beautiful, babydoll." he murmured into your mouth, nipped at your lip.

when you teared up, he knew. he had you wrapped around his little finger.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoru ꒱ ㆍkissed you shortly after. nothing overly theatric and carefully cemented like his brother did. he didn't have time for that. and in his experience, girls never wanted that. they never wanted the prince charming or the perfect guy. they wanted the rough one. the one who would love, and leave them, and break their hearts but still call them his.

it was during another study session. you were getting more comfortable with him. so touchy, so affectionate, so hopelessly human in everything that you did.

it was when you answered a question right during his little pop quiz. got all shy when he expressed praise and slipped an "accidental" good girl.

"what's the matter?" he drawled, when your eyes couldn't meet his. you fiddled with your fingers. tried to make up some excuse.

satoru snatched your chin between his forefinger and thumb. made you face him. said—

"eyes on me, sweetheart."

as he brushed a thumb over your lower lip. stirred your fluster and drew you closer.

"y'know, I've been helping you out sooo much these past few weeks," he crooked his head, smirked. something faint, velvet, so uncharacteristic that he knew it got to you. he saw it in the way you pressed your thighs together.

"don't you wanna. . . give me a little gratitude?"

the kiss was rough. desperate. you kissed him back as if you were waiting for it all your life. clung your arms around his neck and let him pin you back into the table.

kisses turned into makeouts— turned into touches— turned into dry humping over the sprawl of notes and textbooks.

this is what girls wanted, right? unpredictability? someone rough and reckless?

he could be all of that. in a calculated, unexpected way for someone like him.

he held you through your shaking body and whimpered whines. flipped your skirt up and humped the thick curve of his erection into your panties. nurturing the heat until your sweet cunt twitched against him through the fabric.

"this what you wanted when you came here today?" he grunted from above you, gripping beneath your jaw and holding your head to the table as you soaked through your panties.

"that why you wore that skirt? wanted me to rub on your pretty panties and make that cute cunt all slutty f'me?"

he ground just right on your clit until your spasmed again. once— twice— until your thighs were ruined together with the notes.

he didn't go any further than that. makeouts, humping and dirty talk until you were a hiccuping mess in his arms.

just so that he could confirm that you were that kind of girl.

just so that he could prove to himself that even a stuckup nerd like him could make a pretty girl whine without even touching her properly.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoshi ꒱ ㆍfollowed shortly after on your body, too. poor girls who craved attention were just so easy. he knew how to play you like the strings of his guitar. he made you feel special, made you feel seen, made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. his pretty babydoll.

really, it was only a matter of time before you found yourself in his lap in some private study room of the library.

grinding on him so desperately. kissing him so sweetly. acting like an angel when he knew what a depraved little thing you really were.

like he said, love was an evil thing. a predictable thing.

all it took were some sweet words to your ear and some little touches before you were squirming on him.

clinging to his neck while he pulled your panties aside and played with your clit. whispered all tenderly for you to be quiet. to be his "good babydoll" while he made you feel good for doing sooooo well all semester.

praise, that's what you needed to feel seen.

"such a cute little clit," he cooed to your ear, one hand squeezing your ass while the other swirled his thumb over the nub. nuzzling into your neck and kissing your cheek when you shuddered and whimpered.

"sshhhh babydoll, just giving you a little treat. you can be quiet for me, can't you?"

oh, watching you try while you squirmed on his fingers that fucked you knuckle-deep was such a sight.

your thighs quivered. soaked. filthy cream bubbled on his knuckles as he pumping two fingers endlessly in your slick velvet. massaging your walls and rubbing your sweetspot. spitting on your clit and swirling his thumb on the poor nub while encouraging you to ride his hand.

"there you go babydoll, that's it." satoshi pressed a tender kiss to your lips while his fingers were anything but. fucking into you fast and feral. stringing your slick all over.

"gonna cum for me? yeah? know you are baby. c'mon, take what's yours. what you deserve."

and oh, you earned it all right. spasming all over his hand and whining into his neck while you pitifully rode his palm. bucking and hiccuping as you begged him.

begged him for more.

so really, could he be blamed for fucking you then and there? he was just giving you what you wanted.

fuck, you squeezed him so good. thighs quivering in his palms and your face limped in his shoulder as he throbbed so deeply within you.

"soooo big," you whimpered.

"yeah? but fuck, you're taking it all sooooo well," he squeezed your ass and pressed a smooch to your temple. ground his hips up in that filthy, deep roll that had you hiccuping little sobs into him. "gonna fuck my girl like she deserves. such a pretty girl taking cock so perfectly."

oh, how he fucked you. shallow, and rough, and maddening. pummeling your poor pussy and smooching your cervix with every pound. as his praises never once ceased on your ear.

he wasn't sure how many times you fluttered and splattered around him. only that you were good at it.

"messing me so much, mngh. wanna do this every day?" he breathed, rough. playing with your clit while he relentlessly hammered inside of you. "wanna cum 'round my cock every day? be my little cocksleeve princess?"

"m-mhhm!" you sobbed into your shoulder, gripping to his back as you helplessly rocked with him. "please s'toshi— please, please please. feels so so good. I love you." you croaked.

you were too dazed to realise he hadn't said it back.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoru ꒱ ㆍdidn't say it back, either. when he had you on your back on his couch. with your eyes rolled and your hands quivering in his fluffy white hair. your thighs spread and your chest stuttering like a poor bird as he worked between your thighs. tongue and mouth ravaging you into a teary, whimpering mess.

"I-I love you— I love you toru—" you croaked, reaching down for his hand that held your thigh tight.

he only laced a pinkie with yours.

didn't say a thing as he kissed filthy smooches up to your clit and circled sharp with his tongue.

"yeah baby?" he cooed, slick dripping down his bobbing throat as he lapped beneath your clit with the flat of his tongue. staring up at you through his fogged up glasses. "love me? love toru's tongue so much?"

"s'much!"

"needy little slut."

his chuckle rumbled into you as he slobbered his way back to your slit. licking, kissing, sucking and sucking. he squished your thighs tight and shoved them back further. put your poor, swollen cunt on vulnerable display and slithered his tongue in. fucking you on the reckless muscle and grinding his nose and the bridge of his glasses into your clit while you spasmed.

you painted his face. again and again. until you were clawing at his hair and whining his name like a prayer. begging for a break. for mercy.

he just pushed you higher into overstimulation. made you sob his name. recorded the evidence for his brother.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoshi ꒱ ㆍhates to say that he actually jerked off to that needy little audio of you squealing and sobbing for his brother's tongue. fuck, you were so pathetic.

he had a pair of your panties that he pocketed from the first time he'd fucked you. bunched around his dick and fisting it into a frothing, cumming mess at the thought of you.

his head tossed back on the bed. his mouth hung open and deep groans rumbling through the room as his hand delivered a nasty shlick shlick shlick rhythm. as he thought about your pretty body. your pink nails that dug into him. the way you listened and opened up for him so easily. that sweet cunt of yours.

that pretty smile.

those doe eyes.

that gorgeous laugh.

wait—

his cock spilled at that last thought. shot into your pair of ruined panties. his face tipping into his pillow as he helplessly bucked into his pillow with your name shuddered on his lips.

and a horrible realisation in his mind.

wait.

fuck.

why the hell was he cumming to the thought of your. . . smile? oh no.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoru ꒱ ㆍrealised it too. devastatingly. he'd seen you with someone else in class. laughing away with some mindless punk he didn't even remember the name of. as you showed them your textbook and they helped you through some topic that you didn't understand. it was the way you thanked them. hugged them.

was he. . . jealous?

no, jealousy was a futile human emotion, and satoru was not about uselessness. he only did things that benefited him. that were logical.

so why did the thought of you relying on someone else twist a pit in his gut?

it hit him like a brutal black hole after class, when he'd given you study notes that he hand wrote especially for you.

you threw your arms around his neck with an adorable little, "thank you toru!"

and smooched his cheek. left behind your cherry lipgloss on his face as you trotted off so happily.

he realised with terror. that it was an undeniable fact. something that was irrevocably apart of the universe, now. written in the stars.

his heart was fluttering.

and it was all for you.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoshi ꒱ ㆍrefused to believe it. that he'd actually grown fond of you. that maybe, just maybe. the love that he thought to be so evil and predictable was actually. . . the thing stuttering his heart every time he looked at you.

he'd spend so much times learning about all your tells. understanding every little thing about you so that he could spin your perfect fantasy— that he hadn't realised when you became his. when he stopped pretending.

this was bad. this was very bad. he couldn't love. love made people do stupid things. love wasn't something real. it was fabricated, it was romanticised, it was. . . it was.

exactly what he felt for you whenever you ran over to catch up to him when he was leaving campus.

whenever you threw your arms around him in that warm hug and prattled to him during your wednesday coffee dates.

backlit by the golden afternoon light. when the sun dipped just perfectly into the horizon and bathed you in a gold, purple, perfect glow.

you were.

a fantasy. reality.

and now when he kissed you. cupped your face just like the first time. he meant it.

he really wanted you to be his.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoru ꒱ ㆍkept up the act. because he'd be damned if his bastard twin best him at anything.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoshi ꒱ ㆍbit the bullet and continued with the challenge. because no way was his jackass of a brother beating him in anything ever again.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoru ꒱ ㆍwasn't sure how you found out. you saw notifications pop up on his lock screen while he was getting you both snacks from the kitchen. texts from his brother.

you didn't confront him. you just. . . cried.

holding his phone, looking at him with those doe eyes so shattered.

he tried to console you. tried to explain. he was never good at that.

"s-so what I was just— just a bet? is that it?" you croaked.

he said something stupid. he panicked.

said you started it when you were so desperate for attention that you slutted it up for twins.

you left the apartment in tears. and for the first time in his life— facts didn't comfort satoru anymore. because facts told him it was all his fault.

♡˖ ࣪ ㆍ ꒰ nerd!satoshi ꒱ ㆍtried to call you that night after he finished his late lecture as routine, only to find out his number had been blocked.

and that he had several missed calls from satoru.

he knew before he even called him back what had happened.

"how could you be so stupid?" he hissed over the line when his twin explained. raking a hand through his hair.

they weren't even arguing, for once.

satoru was silent. too silent.

satoshi was emotional. too emotional.

it's when they both realised. devastatingly. terrifyingly.

"you love her." satoshi stated, a fact.

"you do too." satoru whispered, a conviction.

in the silence, something burned. now, the challenge shifted.

on who could get you back. who could make you theirs. who deserved you in their own twisted way.

because when a crazy scientist learns that love is one addictive chemical,

and when a maniacal genius unlocks the dangerous side to passion in his artist mind.

science and art mould into something deadly.

the mind and the heart shatter into something darker.

when two individuals who obscured the meaning of love so twisted in their own philosophy. something ticks. festers. something like.

obsession.

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