♡Zarith♡

Nobody ever said that you weren’t a hypocrite - but, hey, you were desperate at this point. 

Even if you had to consider another one of your mom’s attempts to artificially induce your inner omega into finally putting in the work.

With your goodbyes hastily muttered, and your phone stowed deeply away into one of your pockets, you find yourself slowing down near that one particular section of the Omega shelves. Gulping at the somewhat-shady inducer portion that you found yourself familiar with ever since you’d reached late puberty without a single heat. 

It was ridiculous, but it wasn’t impossible. 

Mandatory school bloodwork revealed you to be an omega - yet, you felt like anything but that. Anything but what you supposedly were as you watched more and more of your fellow omega classmates miss out on a week or two of school to deal with their heats. 

Consoling you with pitying glances and half-hearted complaints that alpha scents were annoying anyway. But you didn’t care if the pheromones were obnoxious, and the cycles even more so.

Your months just came and went by without any of it.

You’d visited many fertility and growth doctors over the years, and not a single one had been able to pinpoint exactly what was blocking you from accessing the pheromones and biology that everyone else could. That you wanted to. 

Hell, even betas were said to have at least a faint ability to smell wafting clouds of musky perfumes.

Most professionals claimed that everything was as it should be, that you might just be dormant - a late-bloomer, if you will. A very, very late bloomer. 

A majority presented at the start of puberty, or perhaps - in only very rare, alleged cases you found on barren forums - after meeting their fated mate. Two souls bound to fill in each other’s missing pieces. 

The theory was something you let yourself indulge in guilty sips, the sort of fantasy that flashed through your mind right before you wound up with yet another heartbreak.

But after graduating college without a mere half-sign of anything to do with your second gender, you vehemently called bullshit on that one. 

Some suggested that you might merely be a beta in disguise. It was almost comforting to think that it might have all been one big mix-up, yet, every medical test after medical test you’d done always came out the same. 

An omega.

“Damn second genders.” You’re grumbling, traitorously curious fingerpads skimming over the sterile boxes of medicines with official-sounding names. You’d tried out a few with the least amount of side-effects before, and it always ended up being a waste of your time (and your paycheck.) “Damn- damn inducers-”

CLACK!

In your reveried haste a few unstable boxes of products found themselves plonking onto the ground. Wincing at the withering glare of the manager unhelpfully peeking in from a few aisles down, you urgently dropped to your knees to put them back-

“Damn, what did those scented lotions do to you? Remind me not to get on your bad side, doll.” 

You see him before you hear him - strong, engulfing hands motioning into your field of vision to dexterously grab at the mess you’d created. 

And then once you hear him it isn’t any better, because you could recognize that richly rumbling baritone anywhere. 

“Wha-” Cutting your own self off with a strangled mess of a yelp the moment your furrowed gaze looks with viridescent eyes. “-oh.”

Oh? Oh?

Toji Fushiguro quirks up one brow in a way that is unfairly attractive, sultry scar engraved onto one side of his sleazy grin tilting up ever-so-slightly. And was that- a dimple? “Heh- n’ the pretty girl says oh. Cat got your tongue, sugar?”

It’s only then that you’re realizing that this was the first time you’d ever been so…close with the man himself. 

Usually settling for grumbling conversations from your doorstep and incoherent text conversations from his toddling, cherub-faced son stealing Toji’s phone.

So ah, there was one thing you’d forgotten to mention to your mother. Sure, you might have let it slip that Toji was…ruggedly handsome - all Herculean physique, a glossy black Harley Davidson bike, and long legs that carried him well over six feet - but you’d always omitted one thing. 

He was just so cocky.

And you can already feel your blood curdling strangely in your veins, scoffing out a heated puff of breath. “Nah, more like the alpha in the Omega section is.” Darting your eyes anywhere but at the strain of Toji’s sinful compression shirt sneaking winking at you underneath his leather jacket, practically painted onto the ridges of his washboard abs. “Thinkin’ of a secondary gender change, Toji?”

“Ah, yeah yeah-” He’s rolling those hooded eyes, leaning in so pointedly close that you can practically feel his slow, seeping look up and down. “-got tired of havin’ cute lil’ omegas falling all over f’me.”

You scramble to finally stand, “You wish.”

The bout of husky snickers that escape from him make your thighs squeeze together, and Toji’s promptly following you to place back all those fallen lotions. “‘Course I do. That n’ the brat is out on a trip with his lil’ pink-haired friend, m’just killing time.” Tilting his head at you, “You? Thinking of going for alpha? Or…” Crossing his big, beefy forearms, and he must know the effect that has on you and your greedily ogling eyes. “-an alph-”

“Just this.” You’re cutting him off before Toji could fray at your sanity even more, holding up that heat-inducing serum your mother had mentioned. 

But, oh.

Oh.

That wasn’t the expression you’d expected on the handsome face of Toji Fushiguro. Maybe something more smug, perhaps even amused as he realized your little predicament- but never this.

Eyes stony, sharp jaw clenching with a jumpy little tick. And Toji’s fingers are so thick when they pluck the box cleanly off your hands, the split-second graze of his burning skin making you feel almost feverish.

“This trash? Yer takin-” He’s glaring down at the serum as if it had offended him personally five times over. Something about the utter look of discontent makes your chest burn, “-this trash?”

You find yourself defensive, “N-no. At least, not yet. What about it-”

“Because s’gonna ruin your inner workings that’s what.” And for all the world, you never expected to be getting lectured by Toji Fushiguro of all people on your health - though, one look at his sculptured body should have told you all you need to know about just how seriously he takes it. “Don’t even know why s’on the market. S’not good for ya, mama.”

And you knew that. Probably. But ah, the things you do when you’re at your ropes end. “And? I’ve never had a single heat my whole life, y’know?”

“And I should know, bratty doll.” Toji murmurs, throwing that oh-so-famed miracle serum haphazardly back onto the shelf and flipping off the manager who glares at him. “Haven’t had a single rut in years, not since Megumi’s- anyways, all these inducers here are full of shit.”

“Oh.”

Wrapping a staggering arm around your waist to guide you, your body practically burns. Weird. “Tch- silly girl.”

Two peas in a pod.

Before you know it, you’re being dragged by a disgruntled Toji away from the treacherous clutches of the Heats and Ruts aisle and past the cashier - who only smiles as you so-very-subtly sneak in a long whiff of the air. 

Again. Nothing. 

With the stinging pang of disappointment, you sigh as you step outside. Only for Toji to rub your back with a hum, “S’alright. You’ll be alright, sugar- you’re my strong girl, huh?” Eyes widening at just how…sweet Toji was being. That is, before he opens his mouth once more- “Besides. Who needs inducers when you’ve got such a big strong alpha-”

“Pass.”

“Don’ act like ya don’t like it, little miss neighbor. I see how ya look at me.”

“I- I don’t-” You did. And you do. And you will - in fact, you were looking at him that way right now as Toji swings over one thick thigh to straddle the padded leather seat of his prized Harley Davidson. Looking like he’d just stepped out from your wettest of dreams and it makes you almost simper out a sigh.

He’s jutting his head back at the tempting extra space behind him, and you could already hear the suggestion oozing into his next words. “Mhm— whatever ya say, girl. Now stop just standing there looking pretty n’ get over here, I’m a busy man.”

It’s almost as if on auto-pilot when you do.

Toji Fushiguro’s motorbike was big, and just as intimidating as he was. And it’s only on shaky legs that you manage to press yourself only mere precarious inches away from his hulking form. “Heh, ‘er name’s Harley. Fitting for a bike, huh?”

“If- if you crash I’ll kill you.” You’re puffing out a few thickly muffled words through the sleek matching black helmet he was deftly putting on you. Wondering just what led you to be…here of all places. 

“Yes ma’am, I’ll help ya hide the body.”

“M’serious- no funny business.”

“Uh huh, anything else, mistress?”

“And I’ve seen you run red lights so no-”

SMACK!

Your heart stutters with a loud ba-dump! as Toji’s rounded, calloused fingertips leave a good smack against the side of your thigh to get your yammering mouth to halt. And he’s letting off a titter at the shocked expression of your face even through the tinted helmet before turning to rest his hands on the handlebars. 

“Hold on tight.”

It’s all the warning you get - and, honestly speaking, you don’t think any sort of warning could’ve prepared you for the way that Toji rides. 

Something about it is so attractive. 

Maybe it was the creaking stretch of leather as his biceps strained against it from underneath, maybe the way your ears ring with his words even louder than the growl of the bike, maybe it was the way that you were holding him.

Arms stretching to connect over Toji’s broad front, your skin mushes against the curvaceous mounds of his toned pecs. Firm and warm. So, so warm that you can’t help the way that your eager self was mindlessly inching ever-so-slightly closer-

“Phew.” Startling - but not moving away - at the low whistle that Toji blows out, eyes still trained weaving through traffic. “Dangerous game yer playin’, omega.”

Sidling even closer, the defined angles of his back muscles only flexed at the innocent smooch of your tits. “What?”

“S’fucking close.” And not just to him, but to his scent glands. So sensitive and prickling the shaggy black hair at the base of Toji’s neck just from your heated proximity. Huh, strange. “S’a damn good thing I ah- don’t get my ruts, huh?”

And, suddenly, you’re despising what these helmets hide from you. “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t get my heats, huh?”

The exact same words playing over and over in your minds once Toji’s braking to a stop at his designated spot right outside your apartment building. And part of you almost feels upset that this little ride with him was over. 

Letting him do as he pleases when he’s seating around gruffly to take off both your helmets himself, you couldn’t help but notice that something about the air seemed…thick. Like it had just been dipped in candy and right now you were gladly suffocating in the sugary sweetness. 

Your eyes catch onto a lock of deep black that’d curled behind Toji’s ear - and you knew right then and there that something was wrong, you knew that you weren’t thinking. That you weren’t listening to your common sense. 

Because before you can stop yourself - before you can even register it - you’re swiping away the stray tuft, sensory curves of your fingertips just catching onto the skin above where Toji’s smooth glands should be.

“Fuh-fuck-” He’s hissing, willowy eyes curtaining behind a scrunch of his lids, and it’s almost as if on instinct that his thick digits fly upwards to trap your hands right there. “Hold on- just a little, mama-” Pressing down even tighter, and the way that Toji’s letting his head tumble back makes your mouth lacquer with a syrupy wave of drool. “-s-so you said you haven’t had a heat in years-”

“Ever.”

“-ever, huh?” Dewy whirlpools of his eyes examine you, and suddenly you feel like running away. But Toji only grins, “Say, why don’tcha scent me?”

Your maw falls slack with a hot shudder, and you’re not sure if it’s in shock or if it’s from how much you wanted it. To have an alpha offering himself on a silver platter - let alone Toji. Letting out an eloquent, “Wh-what?”

You’re being reeled in even closer with a tug of Toji’s strengthened hands, plummeting onto his chest with a cushioned oof–! He only repeats, breathing bated like he didn’t want to know anything himself until you did. “Scent me, pretty girl.”

“I-I don’t know why-” Your fingers unlatch, and you swear it makes Toji’s chest rumble with a low whimper. Steadily planting them onto the collar of his overpriced jacket to pull. “But if this is your idea of a- oh.”

Shit.

Shit.

And something…is different. There. 

Was- was this how he smelled? This heady concoction of jasmine and something so undeniably…Toji? 

Something snaking and boiling bubbles up throughout your body, you all but slump yourself into his eagerly awaiting arms. You can’t even register what you’re doing, nuzzling into his tender throat. Can’t even recognize the look on your face when you’re gasping in greedy heavals of what was obviously his scent.

That you could smell.

With a gasp, you’re pulling away, eyes diverting to him and- oh, it was much the same for him.

There was no other explanation for the lecherous look of devastation on Toji’s pretty features right about now. 

Scarred lips parting in awe, weighty lids drooping down until those heart-eyes him were almost invisible, face veiled with a delicate flush. His palms find their way to rest on the dip of your hips and stay there.

You’re croaking out, “T-Toji-”

It happens so fast - too fast. 

It’s as if your mere voice was enough to send a zillion volts of electricity shattering down Toji’s spine, jolting him with something darkly visceral. Enough to snap up one tannish forearm and bite-

“Ngh-” Toji’s pearly canines coat with a slight tinge of red, eyes shuttering open - and you notice that they seem slightly less glassy now. Slightly. “-fuck ya really are dangerous, doll. Was almost g’na have me take you right here right now.” The slight dip of his strawberry-pink tongue as Toji pulls away makes you gulp, “N’ I don’ wanna spend my first rut in years here.”

.

.

.

Toji couldn’t think - he couldn’t breathe. And if he was any lesser man he’d have fallen to his knees with only one whiff of your candyland smell. 

Addictive. 

Fingers clutched tightly underneath the plush of your thighs to carry you all the way in through your cozy apartment. Never faltering. Never slowing. You could almost roll your eyes at the blatant reminder of strength if you didn’t feel so feverish.

Toji’s steely eyes light up at the way your trembly fingers clutch the silken hem of your skirt, lips wobbling with every spilling word. “T-Tooooji, feels so hot.”

“S’that so?” He’s swiping the regal button of his nose down where the sides of your neck were swollen, breathing in the hot, sugary waves emanating from your skin. “Feel anything else?”

And the slight hitch of your breath is all that he needs as an answer, well, that and the goopy wetness that was formulating between your thighs. Shit, he never thinks he’s kicked down a door off its hinges harder than he has to your poor bedroom door. 

Draping you gently onto the plethora of silken sheets, you whine at the slight recoiling bounce.

Barely even given the time to gather your wits before Toji’s sliding his jacket and his t-shirt teasingly off, all thick, muscled limbs stalking towards you like a predator that’d just cornered his favorite prey. And you eye his rippling back, his rumbling tone speaking over your mattress’ creaks. 

“Ya better know…” he’s hurling out, mouth just only centimeters away from yours. Hot. “-m’not here ta fuckin’ play around jus’ cause you’re in heat, sugar.”

Ah, that’s what it was - heat. You were in heat. Fuck. 

Your fingers leave neatly indented semi-circles on his flesh when Toji’s grasping your throat tightly, padded ends of his fingers pressurizing right onto the treasure trove of your scent glands. “If I fuck you now, you will be mine. You and…” Before one largely crowned kneecap of his sidles into the snug cove of your pussymound. Weighing down- “...her.”

It’s the only thing you could do to bat your lashes up at him in a way that makes Toji’s achy cockhead twitch. “I want you…wan’ you to touch me, Toji–”

And that’s all that he ever wanted. 

Roughened hands shove you meanly back onto the cushy bed, and Toji’s sliding his palms languidly down, down, down every curve and dip on your body. As if he was trying to worship you with them. 

“Oh? Only wan’ me to touch ya?” Toji’s humming, Adam’s apple bobbing with wads of salivation once his fingers slink down to curl at your bra strap and snap! “Not to take this off or-” You gasp, the sting almost making you forget those minute rips! echoing from where he was grasping your t-shirt. “-this? Guess I can do whatever I please then, right?”

Before you can say a word of shrill protest, those useless pieces of fabric are tattered off. Ending up not-so-nicely in a pile right beside your bed with Toji’s intact clothes. 

“H-hey!” You whine, “Those were ah- limited edition-”

“Ah, I’ll buy ya five more of those.” Toji rolls his eyes when your lips part open, “What? Thought I wasn’t filthy rich or somethin’- Oh, girl, you are about to be spoiled. But first, a kiss-” Innocent and sweet onto your lips, “-here. And…”

Toji huffs out a few cocky sniggers at his own little joke, because of course he does. Leaving you off with a gentle swat! to the perfect curve of your hip and your heartbeat throbbing at your drooling cunt. 

He’s shuffling onto his very knees at the bottom of the bed, tutting at how unfairly far you were from his greedy mouth - well, that had to be fixed. You almost get whiplash from how swiftly you’re being dragged to let your jittery legs be thrown right near his tightly coiled deltoids. “-here.”

Head bobbing in an urgent yes yes yes when Toji rids you of your flimsy skirt and slowly slides down your drenched panties. All bunched up and leaving a glimmering coating of slick down your skin.

Stuffing it into his pants pocket, “This is a lil’ reward f’me.”

“Filthy.”

“Oh, well helloooo there, pretty girl.” He’s drawling, eyes flashing with such darkness at the heavenly mess of a banquet all laid out in front of him. “You’re so in heat- so fuckin’ in heat. See? Who needs fuckin’ inducers when ya have me.”

Toji’s pupils were swallowing up his verdant orbs. Needy. And he’s unashamed in taking a long deep inhale of your saturated pheromones. His favorite perfume now. “Lookin’ real happy ta see me. Happy s’your hah- first heat, hm?”

You’re squirming, fingers tangling into his silken tresses in an attempt to try and shove his face closer. “Are- are you talking to-”

“Hush now, doll.” Toji leaves a wet pap! of his fingers thwacking against the treacly slit of your pussy, watery with your flooding slick and greedy. “Lemme talk to ‘er- lemme talk this cute cunt through her first heat. M’honored, y’know?”

And honored just doesn’t begin to cover it.

Toji was devoted.

It’s like your wafting clouds of heady scent made his mind dizzy, until the only thing he could do was to let his slutty tongue loll out and sliiide at the splatters of translucent sap soiling your inner thighs.

“Oh- fuck-” You’re squirming your hips in a wild buck upwards, only to have him pin you down with the heavy-handed weight of his forearm. “-feels so- so…”

“Yeah? Good? Ya always get this wet or s’that jus’ f’me?”

Truly, you could only jumble out a few nonsensical syllables. Because Toji didn’t want to waste a single ounce of your precious juices, slurring out a few open-mouthed kisses across every inch of skin you’d exposed to him. And the moment that rosy peak of his tongue touches upon your teary pussy- oh.

He thinks he might just be the one about to cry.

Because you didn’t just smell like his favorite candied lollipops - you tasted like it, too. And, fuck, he can’t help but go in for seconds. Thirds.  

Guffawing out breathily with disbelief, he’s drawling his tongue to mush open the gummy folds of your pussy. Swirling out a lazy flick of his sopping muscle to stretch out the tight ring of your wide agape-

“Just look at ‘er all hngh- overflowing.” You watch with bated breath when Toji’s prying your quivering entrance with a bullying few inches of a singular thick index - only one, but Toji was so incredibly towering with his size and strength that you find yourself keening. Coral pink lips puckering up to give your hooded clit a squelching kiss. “Heh…like a damn waterpark, aren’t ya?”

Filthy words only making you filthier. Making your omega inside blink up and yearn.

Your gushing wads of juices bawling from between your legs in torrent. And you yelp at the lecherous sounds that echo out - the waterlogged squelches and slurring that only makes Toji grin. Wild and sly. “Mhm, real talkative.”

Arching your back into the perfect slutty curvature off of the prespired sheets, “Tojiii- s-stop teasing n’ give me- ngh- more.”

More. 

And just then you feel him fuck his softened digits into you slow and thorough. Curling up to swipe down the mushy soft spots of your walls - Toji was burning up. But you were burning up even more, and shit.

Shit. shit shit shit-

You don’t know if it’s because of your heat, or if it’s because Toji is just that good with that rude mouth of his - but you’re cumming faster than the thought could even flash across your melty mind. “Wait- m’close ngh- Toji- I’m gonna-”

It’s like a tidal wave of bliss peaked up further and further with every slashing motion of Toji’s gyrating make out with your cunt. You’re so very extra sensitive right now and he makes use of it - bumping up that rounded angle of his nose to press your fleshy clit just right. 

It’s so intoxicating. So heady that he finds himself pushing back those sweat-dampened bangs of his to lower down loooong breath. And then finally another passionate French kiss onto your bulging pussy. 

“Fuck- I-” Pearlescent droplets of tears welling up at the scrunched corners of your eyes. “M’so- sensitive–”

God, his wolfish canines were sharp nipping teasingly into the fat pucker of your pussy lips. Parting your slick-gleaming mound to squeeze his tongue into your tight hole, the stretch is incredible. It’s staggering. And Toji can only sully your insides with a gentle brush of his lengthy tongue along your gooey insides before pulling back with a huff. 

And then again- to let out a throat groan when your elastic walls push with resistance. And again. And again and again-

“Now m’offended.” Toji’s letting out a surly swat! where you’re trickling down viscous fluids of sickly sweet slick that coat his mountainous knuckles, his wrist, the raised trailways of his veins. “Wanted more but tha’s all ya can take- tch.” 

Oh, by the time your white-hot tingles of pleasure were bating you should’ve known better than to think that Toji Fushiguro was done manhandling you with his superhuman strength to every whim and want of his. 

That he would give you even a second of a warning before hovering over your frame and flipping you into such a pliable position over him.

His back hitting the puff of the pillows, strands of hair making a dark halo underneath him. Toji looks so fucking handsome that you can feel your pussymound slobber a few streaky puddles of slick onto his heaving abs. 

Hands positioned on either side of his leering head, you mewl. “Give me a warning first, you animal-”

“Hell yeah.” He’s snarking up at you, but there’s not a single speck of heat behind his words other than towards you. Towards what he wanted to do to you. Planting a heavy smack! on your ass, “Tha’s right you’ve got me in a rut after years like a fuckin’- animal. Heh, so jus’ lemme throw my pretty omega ‘round a lil’, I can feel how wet that gets ya.”

“N-noo- it doesn’t-” But that was a fucking lie and both of you knew it, knew it from the syrupy pool of sap laminating his heated skin. 

“See? She’s on my side. Doesn’t talk back.” The curvaceous pads of his fingers twiddle and tease your plumpened clit, so dirtily that it only makes your dripping cunt drool even further. Leaving a gauzy cobweb of treacly slick with every swat! swat! swat! he gifts. “Has anyone ever had her seated on a mouth, sugar? Made you feel good that way?”

Your head shakes before the thought has even contorted itself into an understandable shape. “No- no one has- ngh- before.”

It’s a confession, it’s a line plucked right from Toji’s filthiest thoughts on those late, late nights.

And he couldn’t look happier when molding you to the exact shape and angle that he wants you in. Turning you right around to bare your sodden pussy from the back, your unbalanced thighs curling on either side of his ravenous head. 

Not even a single command, yet your head is swimming with honey at just how much you were like putty underneath his hands. 

Your head cranes over the plane of your shoulder to give him a pretty plea. “Toji?”

“Mhmmm, Toji’s right here, pretty girl.” He’s awestruck - stunned with the gumdropping droplets of sap plopping down onto his tongue and sliding right down his throat. Making him groan, “Filthy fuckin’ pussy, can feel ya ngh- dripping allll down my tongue.”

And he’s drunk. He’s babbling, he’s heaving and heaving to inch his intoxicated maw to connect with your saturatedly glossy pussy lips. “Lower her down so I can give her lil’ smooch.”

Your hands nimble down along the tufted black happy trail brushing from between his navel and going down, down, down. “L-like this?”

“Nah, more. Can’t believe all those pathetic boys never had ya hah- sitting on their faces. Spread those pretty legs n’ lemme show you-” You can’t even begin to think about merely hovering your entire deadweight above him, because Toji was ready. And he was hauling you to rest every single mass of your flesh onto him, “-how a real man fucks.”

Thickly viscous helpings of your generous slick flood his mouth the second that Toji’s lengthy tongue is burrowing between your folds and driving you mad. 

Sliding all the way up and down up and down up and down with a welcoming flit at your buttoned clit and then pumping you overwhelmingly full. Fucking you with the overheated scratch of his tastebuds exactly the way that he wanted to with his achy cock right now.

“Can still taste m’self on ya- haaah- good.”

Toji wasn’t holding back.

“O-oh my god, m’so sensitive.” Your moans come out mangled. Wanton. Spilling from between your parted lips right along with rivulets upon rivulets of waterfalling saliva every single time that Toji’s bumping the curvaceous search of his tongue into your earliest sweet spots. “Slow down, Toji–”

Your fists maze through the velveteen blankets and clench, hips jerking up-

“Nuh uh, doll, no runnin’ away from your Toji.” Sliding up one slick-glazed hand to snake the small of your back, he’s using his face to nudge your legs even further. Drowning your sobbing cunt with a fat wad of spittle, Toji’s licking down the stray speckles that gravitate back onto his own mouth. So dirty that it makes him delirious, nose crinkling, bottom lip bitten. “Yeahhh, crack ‘em open even wider. She’s eager.”

Eager you were.

Jostling your hips against his mouth until through your clouded mind you were wondering whether he would suffocate. But little did you know that this might just be Toji’s ideal death - buried right there between your pretty legs. 

You’re being bounced so hard that you can feel your legs aching with the strain, hollowing out shuddered breaths and whines of Toji, Toji—

“Say my name.” He’s huffing, easing in a thick few inches of his fat digits that fill up the snug geysering orifices. Each n’ every single volume of space that’s inside you, and those puckered pecks leave screeching squelches that have you halfway through sobbing. “Say my name- say my name heh, g-gonna have a looot of ngh- noise complaints after this.”

Even though he’s saying this, he doesn’t do anything to deter you. Why the hell would he?

Pumping you full of one finger, two, three until your gummy ring of muscle was being molded to the plump circumference of his lengths. Multi-tasking. 

All the way until he was slathering the patterned bumps of his knuckles with a sticky second skin of slick, Toji curls those rounded tips down the tenderized walls of your channel and drags. Feeling for that one special target of his-

“G’na make ya feel s-so good.” He’s whispering, breathing like it was the truest of true words. And shit- he hasn’t felt like this for ages now - years. Secondary gender growling from his inner depths with guttural need to give you more more more. “Gonna find- ah- found it.”

And Toji knows he found it with the way you squeal. Wafting scent intensifying, lashes fluttering with a clinging swash of tears once he jerks a good push into that bulging bullseye that makes you see stars.

“Right there- Toji– right there-”

“S’fucking loud.” He’s rolling his eyes for what seems like the nth time today, but it was impossible not to when you were just so cute being teased like this. Bubbling out a few sloshes of slick and spit when your fingers dip right underneath his trousers and push. “O-oh? Trynna keep yer mouth full, huh? Let’s see ya try then.”

Your low lip juts out into a pathetic sort of pout that Toji finds adorable, that only makes his clothed cock pool out a darkening patch of precum onto his boxers. 

“Wan’ taste you- make you feel good.” Your words are warbly and broken, tone hitching upwards with every tiny slip of his sticky underwear downwards. It’s like you were teasing him - teasing yourself. And your inner omega was oh-so-very impatient. “Wanna make you feel…oh.”

“Heh, cat really got yer tongue now, huh?”

And you couldn’t even retort, you couldn’t even snap back as you usually might have because you were stunned. 

Maw falling slack at the generous girth that was throbbing fatly between your fingers, honestly from this lecherous angle it seemed like a struggle to even close your fist around him. Because Toji was…big - and even saying that was an understatement. 

Just about nine throbbing inches with hefty breeder balls that your bleary gaze could make out, flushed a candied pink on the rounded curve of his mushroom tip. Graduating down, down, down into a pale baby rose - you didn’t know whether it was the heat talking but right now he just looked like your favorite sort of lolly.

“L-look so pretty, Toji.” You babble away, words getting breathier and breathier as sloppy as his kisses get. Your puckered lips are almost stinging with just how thorough he was. “Wanna taste…”

Oh, and you didn’t realize that one perk of having your secondary gender presented was realizing the shift in his pheromones. 

You didn’t know how you knew but there was a tinge of utter adoration in Toji’s jasmine-infused scent as you plop down a wet mass of slippery saliva right onto his strawberry divot. Lathering the split, plummy globe before planting your mouth down and kissing.

Your mushy tastebuds looping little motions over the creamy butter-topped cap of his splurging cock, he tastes so heady. Rich pre melting on your tongue and it was so musky, so…him. 

“Oh, girl-” he’s breathing out through a rasping sigh. Darkened brows marrying together at just how warm your mouth was sheathing around his painfully hard shaft, “That’s it- thaaaat’s it. Suck on my cock like a good girl, mama—”

“Ngh-” Your jaw aches, throat jumping at the squeezing sensation of his lustrously crowned tip tunneling right down. Craning your head so that he could count every bounce, “S-sho bwigh.”

You were so heavenly, alternating to leave shy little snogs over and under his sensitive slit - and Toji was one competitive man. It was in his nature, of course. 

Tumbling your hips to rest even greater onto his mouth, he didn’t need to breathe. Didn’t even want to even dream of it when he had the circles of his fingerpads latched on your jiggling ass so hard it was sure to leave battered bruises for the next week and weeks and weeks.

“Damn, she’s good, huh?” Toji’s whispering at the sopping wet purse of your lips, “But I can’t have myself  c-cum before- fuuuck- my girl.” 

Your eyes were sprinting all the way to the back of your heavy lids with ever swaying lash of his mean mouth. And it didn’t matter just how vulgarly you were sliding your starved tongue down the heated ridges and veins of his swollen cock - Toji was doing ten times worse. 

Every deepening inch you swallowed up into your cavernous mouth only made him plug you fuller. Every stray swipe of the thick, ivory beads of his pre made Toji douse out lumping masses of saliva lewdly. And every twitch that made you sure Toji was right on course to tumbling over the edge was urging him to push you headfirst into your orgasm with a final teasing pinch at your clit. 

And your mouth opens with an accusing gasp - did he just…pinch your clit? But all thoughts of his audacity and the fact that Toji was chuckling out right after washed away as soon as your high was flooding you.

Moans being muffled around his generously fat shaft, the only thing that you get is just a single wispy wire of condensed cum being lacquered onto your tongue. Just one. Right before Toji’s free hand splays out onto your scalp and pulls you free with a wet pwah!

“Tha’s it-” You hear him mutter in the blinding cloud of your orgasm, it felt so blissful that some darkly primal part of you said that you were never letting him go after this. He was yours. Your mate. “-louder. Louder– good fuckin’ girl cummin’ all over my mouth.”

Toji didn’t know how the hell was multitasking with your pussy kindly spraying him with a sheeny covering of all your remnant juices. But for you? Anything.

Anything anything anything and he was whispering the very same mantra into the quavering, slick-flooded entrance of yours. Letting your hips drag sloppy grinds to ride out every edge of your peak - to use him in a way that no other alpha might just.

Toji’s strokes up into your tightly-clasped fist were deep, and he doesn’t stop even when your eyesight stops tinging with black. Not even when your back arches with oversensitivity, waterfalls of tears producing from your ducts. Sobbing, “I-I’m- ngh- Toooji- I can’t anymore-”

“Sure, ya can–” Looking you right into your thoroughly half-lidded eyes as he nods along with the slurring symphony that he was orchestrating from between your overworked legs. “-she says ya- ngh- can.”

Toji wanted to taste you again. Needed it.

“But-” And, yet, he finds his ear perking up at the wobbly sound of your voice, blushing bludgeoning tip creaming out another thick mess of white. “-but I wan’ my next- ah- next orgasm around your cock, Toji–” 

And, well, how could he say no to that?

Toji thinks he could never say no to anything you ask ever again with the way you were positioned precariously on top of him and still begging. 

He’s saying goodbye to your pretty pussy with a slow peck as a lover would. Breathing in heavily - oh, how he loved the smell of you. “M’gonna see ya later, m’kay? Don’t miss me too much.” 

And another gifted spank! to your tenderized ass makes you jerk a few inches off of his sugary mouth. Sweet, sweet praises being pecked up the bending arch of your spine when he sits you down all cutely on his lap.

You’re heaving out a huff, scent glands throbbing with a spike of something slightly salty. Jealousy. “M’startin’ ta think you’re playing ngh- favorites.”

“Well, duh.” He’s fluttering his long, bestowed lashes with an eyeroll, barely even flinching before cupping your slobbering pussy with one large palm. Teasing, “I’ve got yeeears ta make up for.”

Years of desperation and need pouring and pouring out when Toji folds you easily onto all fours.

And that’s when you’re getting a thorough striking of exactly three times that Toji’s sappy crownhead jolts upwards with a few gummy kisses hello up and down the crying middle of your pussy lips. Smooching. Gently. Before he’s snuggling right beside your hole-

With you bent over and arched right how he wanted you - oh, he was so enjoying the view. Saturated bursts of cloudy pheromones hitting your feverish body and only making the fountains of translucent slick increase tenfold. 

Shit, you were so wet that Toji has to force himself to let one greedy hand go from its favorite job trapping you underneath him. 

Guiding a few dexterous digits to wrap around the bulkily bloated cylinder of his base, he takes his time slipping and sliding.

“Might wanna hold yer breath, mama, h-heh…” You’re squirming your hips deeper into those pronounced hip bones of his despite the fact that simply breathing won’t help you take on his monstrous size. But you wanted to. You needed to. “Gotta c-count- ngh- eeeevery inch like a good girl now, m’kay?”

And that’s exactly what he made you do. 

“Oh!” Saltily flavored globules of your tears had your lips wetted, blubbering unconsciously when Toji anchors the hills of his palm onto the ends of your spine and pushes. “Shit- Toooji, why the hell are you s-so big-”

“Now that doesn’t sound like a ngh- ‘one’ ta me…”  But of course, who was Toji if it wasn’t for a little bit of teasing. Just enough to get your lips pouting cutely and your gluey walls clinging around him as if afraid he would pull away. Adorable. “Now now, c’mon- don’t tell me the biiig stretch has made ya forget how to ah- count, mama.”

So easy to rile up, to get you shaking your head so fervently that you swear you could feel your melty mind tumbling about like a bobble head. “N-no. I can count.”

“Then, say it w’me-” And oh, you knew that tone. That feral tone of his that would never ever bode well for you or your needily dripping pussy. Toji’s inching his hips back mere sinful inches, drawling out all the while. “-oooone.”

He doesn’t even ease you in.

Hitting your spraying cunt with the full force of his mushroom-topped head pushing past the adhesive-like resistance of your flooding entrance. Pushing and pushing and pushing- “One.”

Toji’s hands are clammy - depraved - when they pry your bouncing ass ever-so-slightly to really take in the sight of your gobbling pussy. Because he had no shame. He had no fucking shyness letting out a proud puff of pheromones that make your boneless knees weak.

“There there.” He’s patting that curve of your hip he loved so much - birthing hips, the thought strikes him. Shocked at just how much deeper that drowns him into his heady rut. “My good omega. Now…two.”

“T-two-” You’re sobbing out.

“Hmmm, nah- no stutterin’.”

Oh?

And, honestly, Toji half-expected your omega in heat to snarl at him a little, to let your hugging channel scoop up a hefty few dollops of milky pre right before he’s reeling the familiar pathway forwards again.

But, oh shit, he didn’t expect for you to bare your teeth like a fucking threat. For one hand of yours to dart behind with surprising accuracy and curl around his shaggy haircut, dragging Toji to pump you full. And it wasn’t just one inch. Not two. Not even three - you were damn near yearningly jackhammered with about halfway down his fuming red shaft before he finally got his cottony brain together. “Two.” 

“Damn, greedy girl–” Toji praises, though it comes out as more of a rasping growl that sends voltaged shivers down your spine. “Comin’ back for more, already? Knew my dick was hah- heat- alright then-” And the bed rings out with a few symphonied creaks when he shuffles his muscular thighs wider. Steadier. “-but ya better still fuckin’ count.”

Four. five. Six.

More and more - seven and eight. 

Up until Toji’s puffy head smudges a wet wipe at the canvas of your cervix. You were so soft there that he obviously has to greet the melty depths of your pussy with a good spurting of ribbony pre, swabbing around those drenched springs with a lazy circle of his hips.

“Eight.” Your jaw spills a surging slew of profanities at the feeling of him spearheading you so open, face pushing into the soft mattress when you perk your hips up and push. Only to gasp at there being- more? “Wait- I want-”

“Down, girl.” Toji’s sweat-shimmered biceps flex when he shoves your too-eager body back. “Gotta get you to at least cum on m’cock again before I give ya my- fuuuuck- knot.” 

And Toji fucks you like he’d going to make you remember.

He knows he’s going to make you remember - it’s why he has that big, dopey smirk smearing wider and wider across his face with every fat thud! into the rubbery bounds of your pussy. You’re taking him like you’re made for it, and that only makes his heart stutter even louder than your protesting wooden bedframe.

“Doll, m’gonna ahh- break this damn bed.” He’s uttering out, never ever sounding prouder of himself than right now. “And you.”

“Cocky.”

“Whatever, girl- talk t’me when ya haven’t gotten- hah-” Managing out through blissful hiccups of his breath, “-heart-eyes after bein’ hngh- fucked dumb by me, ‘kay?”

You’re not sure if you’ve heard that correctly - but luckily for you, Toji Fushiguro is allll about keeping his girl in the loop.

All about prancing his rough hands to entrap your wrists and pull you with barely even a wisp of his true strength. Beaded dewdrops of sweat perspiring up and down the heavily toned muscles of his back like their very own personal rollercoaster.

With you right along for the ride with the way that his rightly angled rotund tip romantically scours and scours for your magical g-spot. Jerking you up in midair to snap his slender hips with a particularly vicious pap!

The sensation of skin-on-skin makes your head dizzy, and your core overpour with another sudden downpour of treacling juices. But what was even blasphemously worse was the way that precious geyser embedded into the treasure trove of your walls were pummelled. 

Over and over.

“There- right there–” you’re sounding out as if you were a broken record. Every resonating moan of yours accompanied hand-in-hand with the loudest splish-splosh of sputtering juices. Secondary gender working overtime now to make Toji cum. To make him give you his knot- “-wan’ you to c-cum right there.”

“Where?” Toji’s deepening his angle to bump a heavy-handed slam pounded into your cervix. “Here?” At your vehement shakes - honestly, he wondered if you even knew he was taunting you at this point. “Then…” Only to give your peaked clit a mushy squeeze, “-here?”

You’re almost crying at this point, bursts of heat fluctuating between your goopy depths and your swollen scent glands. Full and ready. And it’s a sight so pretty that Toji can feel his stomach twisting already. “N-noooo.”

He almost loses it once your shakier, smaller hands take the lead to guide one of his own all across your thighs where he loved. Your cunt, where he loved just a bit more. And to about halfway along your pretty tummy to press- “Wan’ you to f-fill me up riiight here.”

And Toji only growls, “Riiight there, huh?”

Pinpointing his puffed-up divot to smudgeon repeated heavy collisions into the latched wall of your womb. Once. Twice. Before thrashing your permeated walls with hosing flushes of his cum. Of such thick ribbony wads - and it’s so fucking dense that you feel your hips weigh down.

Or perhaps that was because of your own orgasm the- third of the night?

Just about all you can manage out, syllables falling from your lips slower than you’re being hammered through the faintish spurts of your high. “C-umming–”

Before you know it, you have one of his muscular forearms around your throat in headlock, bulging Toji’s rounded biceps hard and possessively at the bumpy area of your glands.

“Cummin’ again?” Toji snarls against your ear, nails clawing at your hip to keep them under his control. “Yeah- yeahhh tha’s right. Milk your dear Toji, t-take this fucking cock. Take my…”

And Toji was about to overstuff your awaiting hole with the fat circular ring that’d swollen around his base, to finally give you his knot the way he’d been dreaming of ever since you waved at him on the day he moved into this fucking building. 

But just one sneaking glance at the ivory lipstain your puffy pussy was wearing, the way the ends of your sopping slit drown with a swamping drip drip drip of his lustrous cum makes Toji go a little…crazy. 

Makes the bulgingly tender crook of your neck look so, so tempting. 

His glassed-over eyes lock downwards, breath hitching at the way he slowly sinks back out and in has your pussymound mewling out such a cute glomp! His second-favorite girl - after you, of course - was speaking back to him. Lathers of splashing cum painting his bulky heft with a ring of frosted seed. 

Oh.

Toji would never get tired of this. How the fuck hadn’t he had a rut in years again?

And he says only one word, “More.”

“M-more?” Your fingers experimentally nudge at the tautly coiled pressure at your stomach and find yourself slobbering - from both drizzling lips. Even with the dredges of pouring cum, you were still so full you felt that you could burst. “Can it even fit?”

Right now he thinks the hazy fog covering his brain would never stop - and he doesn’t want it to. Waves of pheromones wafting off of him in such high concentrations that you find your mouth flooding with saliva all over again.

Cobwebs of it overspilling down onto the veined muscles of his forearm - only increasing in saturation when he tilts your head up in the perfect 90 degree curvature to face his boring gaze. And his mean mouth.

Spitting right onto the tainted bullseye of your tongue, streamy rivers flowing back into your mouth when he firmly nudges it shut. “If yer droolin’ n’ can still t-take ngh– that,” Branding the thorough push of his circled circumference into your cervix like he was branding the swollen indentation there permanently. “-then ya can take allll of haaah- this, okay, mama?”

Shit, was Toji glad that both your concoctions of pheromones kept him still hard. And he’d heard of ruts that lasted a week - two, uncommonly. The longest ever recorded was twenty days and by god was he going to gain the title of world champion.

Even if it meant he had to lift you cleanly off of the now-broken bed, the exact same one that you were only now noticing. Just barely so. 

You’re gasping, fingers digging into Toji’s smooth skin when two arms wrap around your middle and jostle you over a few coiling bedsprings that’d started to stick out from one sagging end of the mattress. Being pushed to bend over in such a complaint position at the end of your cool mahogany desk. 

You’re dipped deep, but his battering rams were impossibly deeper.

And the zig-zagging probe of his veins were massaging you just right, thrusts determined and practiced now that Toji had every scouring inch of your pretty pussy drilled into his mind.

“Th-three’s the ah-” Toji’s chest rumbles with a sensitized shiver once he hikes up a strong leg, caging you with him and his ruthless cock and him. Letting you gape at the documents rustling and flying about, “-charm. Or was it four? Ngh- f-five? Six?”

Just how long did he intend to mess up your insides? 

Though, you really, really aren’t complaining at the way that every merciless dab of Toji’s sharp hips into your fleshy mounds fuck you stupid. Entire body burning up - all the way from his lolling, sweat-stucken head in the crook of your neck, to the splurging torrents of streamy sap coating you.

And then there was that stinging plap! of his tightened knot behind you-

“C-can I have your knot now, Toji—?” 

Shit, his hips stutter their sloppy staccato, did you even know what you were asking for?

You never knew that heats came with such a side of begging, but right now you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. Or to complain. Because Toji liked it, earning your pillowy walls with extra thorough hits. 

“Impatient girl.” He’s raising a hand to give two messy spanks on your bulging pussymound, deep snickers hitting your ear in condensed pants at the way it only makes you filthier. “Real diiiirty, too. mmm, wonder if she’d ngh- m-make an even bigger ngh- mess if I…”

And at this point, you were hanging onto every word falling from his kiss-bitten lips. A side-effect of just how good he was fucking you into the digging edges of your clattering desk right now. “What- ngh- what? P-please-”

“Ohhh, know yer m-manners, huh?” Full body wracking at the oodles of slicked sheens frothing down the plump curve of his globed balls and making them clench. Dangerously so. “S-since ya asked so fuckin’ nicely, I’ll let you ngh- know, sugar.” 

Nothing could have prepared you for the way that Toji moistens his parched mouth with a few sultry licks of his lips as if preparing to share his deepest, darkest secret.

Nothing could have prepared you for the notched up burst of his jasmine perfume that makes your legs resemble weak jelly, and Toji’s support yours until they were hovering almost midair. 

Because he was craning his head down to nip at your scent glands, with a sudden snicker. Crazed. A few octaves higher. Like he doesn’t even realize it’s tumbling out before sighing, “-wonder if she’d make an even bigger mess once I get ya…pregnant, mama.”

And oh you think you’re cumming - hot spurts of bliss tackling you by surprise. Fuck, and if you thought that the last orgasm had taken a lot out of your Toji then you’re sluttily glad to find out that that was not the case.

The complete opposite, in fact.

You’re sure that Toji cums even more this time, sunken divot into the elastic material of your walls welling up with the creamy helpings of his bloated cock. So much seed spilling out of him that you wondered whether this was the rut or just him.

Just his urge to fuck you full until you were pathetically overspiling, until had had you in a hold so tight that you think you could almost feel Toji’s delicious crownhead fuck his cum into you until it reached your lungs. 

For what feels like rounds upon rounds until your saliva had amassed in a forevermore pool underneath you. You didn’t know what time it was. How long it had been- 

Only feeling the firm glissade of Toji’s washboard abs against your back. The way his thighs shivered and jerked at every one of your gripping clenches. And despite being so fucked, you were already drooling at the heavenly cushy push and pull of his Adonis-like pecs heaving in throaty gasps. 

So unfairly sexy that it made your primal instincts preen. Mate.

And, apparently, Toji was thinking much the same. 

“F-fuuuck-” He’s letting his mouth nuzzle the side of your throat with all the tenderness that he wasn’t bestowing upon your sappy cunt. “Think about i-it- you all ngh- round and glowing n’- rooound–“ Rambling and rambling at the wet splashes inside you of his stuffing, “You’d make the prettiest momma.”

As if to prove his point, a gentle hand greets the inflationary outline that was slowly forming its way at your tummy. Made by yours truly - Toji. 

“I…” And he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars. And his sanity right along with it somewhere up there. “-want that. Oh, I- hngh! want that-”

Words barely out of your mouth before Toji’s hand slams down - he had to keep himself together. He needed to. But that grating desk clearly wasn’t the place, because you flinch when one straining leg snaps!

And Toji’s alpha instincts are flaring up in an instant, wrestling you to the ground right - pulling out for only a nanosecond to flip you onto your prespired back, pretty legs strewn sloppily over his shoulder, even prettier face gazing up at him - beside the wreckage. One that you’d only find it in yourself to worry about much, much later. 

Definitely not when he’s patting the curve of your pussy with a softened thwack! Murmuring, “Then..g-gonna hafta- hngh- take it.”

And if you didn’t know any better, then you’d have sworn that the smug Toji Fushiguro’s voice cracked as soon as he was settling for drawing a languid heart pattern around the velvety perimeter of your entrance. Before thumbing his way inside-

“Hck!” Your lip wobbles with oversensitivity, nails clawing red, red lines of raw need across the faintly bubblegum pink flush of his body. “S-Soooo much–”

And, yet, you couldn’t get enough. 

You watch with a bitten lip with a fat goblet of sweat drips from Toji’s angular jaw and slithers between his pecs to disappear down below. More - you wanted to fucking ruin him.

The desperation of your heat plummeting in heady wavelengths all around you and making the room smell like a candy heaven.

One that you were very much lost in with the unforgiving stretch of Toji pawing his way to working your sprinkling cunt doubly open. Fingers pumping in quick, methodical half-fucks in the same way that his persistant hips were doing.

Every single recoil against your fleshy cervix causes you both to keen at the wet slosh of his mounds of seed piling up inside you from all the endless rounds before. 

Again. And again. And again and again until it feels like countless hours upon hours. 

“Ohhhh- w-ait-” Toji stammers out, attractively sharp jaw falling and wrenching shut a few repeated times. And then his hips slow down. “Think s’gonna- ngh- ohhhh yeah, gotta take this kn-knot okay? Like my goood girl, okay?”

You’re filled with countless inches of a staggering girth that you didn’t even know was possible. Because while alphas were big…Toji was extra big. 

Extra rounded in his sizable knot, rested upon thickly globular balls that still held such voluminous amounts of cum. Pounding open your eager cunt further and- further-

“I-is it in?” You’re shrilling out, syllables slurring and stumbling together with the incredible stretch being made evident from down below. Fuck, your nails create more painted patterns. You didn’t even want to look - you couldn’t afford to cum again just from the sight. 

“J-just ngh- one more inch. Scratch me, ruin me- anythin’. But m’gonna make it f-fit.”

And Toji only hooks in another one of his thumbs, this time swiping the fat pad of a few stray fingers down your buxom clit. “Count w’me, doll-” For his sanity more than anything. Neck straining with a few popping vessels of blood that swell, face reddening with such a maidenly fucking blush as he looks downwards. “-ooone more-”

“-inch.” You finish off, not expecting that exact moment to be when Toji snaps. His patience. You, full of that achingly hot knot that’d been just begging for you to take him the very moment you waltzed up to him with that sweetened saccharine scent. 

His favorite now.

Gulping in cavernous quotas of it the moment Toji’s inflated knot pops and he sinks his sharpened canines into your scent glands with a whimper-

Hard enough to taste your honey-glazed pheromones, to draw blood. To be permanent - just as he’d needed it. 

Hard enough to make him cum all over again at the feeling of your own teeth making their pretty mark on him. Shit, he didn’t even know if it was fucking possible for his overworked cock anymore. But he sure wasn’t fucking complaining at the delicate splat splat splat of milky cum hitting the back of your pussy. 

Already filled to the brim and spilling with every loving grind that Toji was boring down upon you. The only thing that he could manage when you two were connected so…tightly this way.

“Cute.” Toji manages to run his fingers over the proprietorial set of indentations set in his flesh, eyes still laminated dewily with an euphoric sort of stunned awe. “F-fated mates really have some good ngh- bed chem, huh?”

Fated mates. You could only smile and scent that overwhelmingly addictive jasmine scent of his. Taking in a long, deep breath as he held you. Tight. 

Yeah, jasmine. 

But jasmine was Toji Fushiguro’s.

And you’d be damned if Toji Fushiguro ever let you off that easily.

The smile you’re given is feral, predatory teeth glimmering in the dim lighting and making the neat circle of marks at your neck throb. And something about that told you this was far, far from over. 

You could only hope that your floor didn’t suffer the same fate as your bed, and your desk…and your fluttering cunt.  

After all, you both did have years to make up for. 

“Now the only haaah- way to really test our bed chem is to see whether we can make Megs a big brother.”

A/N. Thinking about making an omegaverse installment for every JJK man- what do you think babygirls?

There’s a quiet to the attic that doesn’t exist anywhere else in the house.

It settles after midnight, when the girls are done with their games and their laughter has thinned to silence. When your stepfather’s footsteps stop echoing through the halls. When the fire burns low and the wine is gone, and there’s no one left to perform cruelty for.

It’s only then that the house exhales—and you can breathe.

You sit on the floorboards beside the bucket you haven’t emptied yet. The rag in your hands is damp, skin-roughening with soot. It’s not a real task, not something that anyone told you to do. You just needed something to keep your hands busy. Something that gives shape to the hours between darkness and dawn.

Your fingers are raw. Your knees ache. There’s ash on your sleeves and a splinter in your thumb, but you don’t mind. The attic is cold, yes, but it’s yours. Or at least—it's the one place no one else bothers to climb. That counts for something.

You glance toward the slanted window tucked beneath the roofline. The sky is silver. Cloudless. The moon stares back at you like it knows something you don’t.

You lower your eyes before it can say anything out loud.

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There are mice in the attic. They keep their distance.

You’ve never named them—not out loud—but they come and go often enough that you’ve started to recognise them. One of them is missing a patch of fur behind the ear. One always carries crumbs bigger than its body. One skitters in tight circles before settling, like it needs to outrun its own shadow.

You think they must be cold too. Winter came early this year, and the insulation in the upper floors is barely more than memory. The girls have fireplaces and velvet robes. You have a blanket that smells like dust and the long sleeves of your mother’s old shirt, which you’re not supposed to wear but do anyway, under your tunic. Hidden. Just for warmth.

Sometimes, the mice come closer when you hum under your breath. You pretend it’s a coincidence.

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The house used to be warm. You remember it that way—brief flashes of your mother’s hands kneading dough in the kitchen, her voice humming off-key while she watered the herb pots by the windows. Back then, the floors didn’t creak like they were grieving, and sunlight used to touch the corners of the room without shame.

Now, it’s Geto’s house. Not in name, maybe, but in power. His daughters move through the rooms like they were born from silk and contempt. They call you by your name when they need something scrubbed, but otherwise, you’re “him.” Or worse.

You used to try to win them over. You tried for a long time.

And then you stopped.

Now you keep your head down and your back straight. You work quickly, quietly. You sleep with your door locked. You speak only when spoken to, and not even always then.

There is safety in silence.

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The announcement comes over burnt toast and tea that tastes like bark.

You’re not meant to sit at the table, but Mimiko was too distracted by her own reflection this morning to complain, and Geto likes to pretend he doesn’t see you unless he’s scolding you. You’ve learned to drift along the edges of the room—quiet, invisible, but still useful.

“There’s to be a royal ball,” Geto says, flipping the parchment open with a lazy flick of his fingers. “Every eligible noble and commoner invited. Apparently, the prince is looking to marry.”

You don’t react. You butter the toast without looking up.

Nanako lets out a delighted gasp. “A royal ball! Father, we’ll go, won’t we? We’ll need gowns. Jewels. A carriage—”

“Slow down, sweetheart,” Geto replies, folding the parchment again. “There’ll be time.”

“He shouldn’t go,” Mimiko chimes in suddenly, her voice sickly sweet. “He’ll be there. Can you imagine?” She turns to you with a sharp smile. “You, in the presence of royalty? You’d embarrass the kingdom.”

There’s a pause. Just long enough for the moment to sting.

You don’t look at her. You nod, eyes fixed on your plate. You’ve become good at that—at swallowing down every little hurt before it blooms.

“That’s settled then,” Geto says, as if he were the one being mocked. “He stays home.”

You don’t ask who’ll clean the house before they leave. You already know.

⋆｡°✩

That night, you find yourself standing at the attic window again, forehead pressed to the glass.

It’s a habit you picked up as a child—watching the moonlight slip across the world while you imagined someone, anyone, looking back.

You used to tell yourself that one day, someone would. That someone would see you and know you. Not as a servant. Not as an afterthought. But as a person with a name, and a voice, and a heart that beats just as loudly as anyone else’s.

You don’t really believe that anymore.

But you watch the moon anyway.

Just in case.

The morning after the announcement, the house becomes unbearable.

There are fabric samples strewn across every chair. Shoeboxes lining the hallway. Perfumed letters arriving by raven—twice, even thrice a day. Mimiko and Nanako move through the rooms like glittering tornadoes, screeching over colour palettes and necklines, screaming at seamstresses who pretend not to flinch.

You scrub the floors while they argue about lace.

They barely notice you anymore. You’re just the shape that keeps the house polished. A pair of hands. A name they speak only when something’s spilt.

You try not to mind.

You’ve had practice.

⋆｡°✩

Geto brings in a mirror the size of a door and installs it in the dining room. “For fittings,” he says, waving off the servants as if he weren’t one once himself.

He stands behind his daughters as they twirl and pout, appraising them like fine art he expects someone else to purchase. He corrects posture. Adjusts wrists. Tells Mimiko she’s standing like a peasant. Tells Nanako she’s gaining weight.

You fold linens in the corner and try not to breathe too loudly.

He never looks at you. But you feel his disapproval anyway. It clings to your skin like ash.

⋆｡°✩

The day of the ball arrives like frost.

You wake before the sun, dress in silence, and sweep the staircases before anyone else opens their doors. There’s a rhythm to it now—scrub, rinse, repeat. The ache in your spine is familiar and comforting in its own small way. Pain, at least, is consistent.

By noon, the house smells like citrus oil and powdered sugar. The dresses are hung. The carriage is polished. Everything is perfect.

Except for you.

You stand by the front hall with the box of hairpins still in your hands as Geto makes his final inspection.

He nods once, satisfied. Then turns to you.

“You’ll stay here,” he says flatly. “Don’t open the windows. Don’t leave the house. And for heaven’s sake, stay out of sight.”

You nod. Of course.

The carriage pulls away.

And just like that—you’re alone again.

⋆｡°✩

You don’t cry.

You’re not a child anymore. You don’t believe in being rescued, and you don’t believe in magic. This world is a hard, cold thing, and there’s no use wishing it weren’t.

Still.

You wander through the empty rooms with the kind of quiet you imagine the dead must carry. Your hands drag across polished bannisters, past doorknobs and glass and velvet cushions that were never meant for you.

In the sitting room, a single slice of cake sits abandoned on a tray.

You don’t touch it.

Instead, you climb the stairs. Past the bedrooms. Past the locked study. All the way up to the top. To the attic. To the place you belong.

And when you close the door behind you, the weight settles over your shoulders like it always does—familiar and heavy.

But tonight, it feels just a little bit heavier.

Maybe because you let yourself imagine it.

Just for a moment.

⋆｡°✩

The sound comes just before nightfall.

A knocking—no, not quite. More like a sharp pop, a crack of air and wind and something older than both. It echoes, muffled, through the floorboards beneath your feet.

You freeze.

It happens again. Then silence.

You step cautiously toward the window, half expecting thunder, or maybe fireworks from the palace.

But the sky is clear. The world is still.

And the only thing staring back at you is the moon.

⋆｡°✩

The sound doesn’t come again.

You wait for it. Still, as the dust motes floated in the dying light. Ears strained. Eyes fixed on the floor, as if the silence might shift again, rupture again, give you some kind of sign.

But there’s nothing.

Just your own breath. Just the wind outside, curling soft fingers against the attic window. Just the ache in your knees, the sting in your wrists. The familiar weight of another evening with nowhere to go.

You stand there for a long time.

You think—maybe you imagined it.

Maybe that’s just what happens, when hope slips through the cracks of your ribs and you don’t catch it in time.

You move to sit down.

That’s when the second knock comes.

Not from below. Not from outside. But from within the attic.

From behind the wall.

You freeze.

Not a ghost. You don’t believe in those.

Not a thief. What kind of thief breaks into the attic?

There’s a creaking, low and almost…exhausted. Like the wood itself is trying to speak. Like something ancient is being disturbed, pulled awake by the wrong hands.

And then—

A sigh.

You swear you hear a sigh.

Soft. Dry. Slightly annoyed.

“Alright,” comes a voice. Flat. Unimpressed. “That’s enough dramatics. Move.”

You backpedal so fast you knock over the bucket.

The rag hits the floor with a slap. Water spills into the cracks between the boards. You don’t even look at it. You’re too busy staring at the corner of the attic that had definitely been empty before.

It isn’t empty now.

There’s a woman.

Or—at least you think she’s a woman. Her robes are a little too long and mismatched, and there’s a cigarette tucked between her fingers despite the fact that the chimney doesn’t reach this far. Her boots are muddy. Her expression is somewhere between world-weary and mildly inconvenienced.

She looks like she’s been late to every appointment she’s ever had and hasn’t felt guilty about a single one.

And she’s standing in your attic like she owns it.

You open your mouth to speak.

She beats you to it.

“Don’t scream,” she says, not unkindly. “You’ll scare the mice.”

You don’t scream.

You don’t move either.

Which is probably for the best, because she’s already walking toward you like this is normal. Like you’re the one intruding.

“I was aiming for the cellar,” she mutters. “But nooo, the magic said ‘aim for the heart of the house,’ and look where that got me. Dust in my lungs and you looking like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You finally manage to find your voice. Sort of.

“Who—”

“Shoko,” she says, waving a hand as if that answers anything. “Let’s skip the dramatic introductions, yeah? I’m on a deadline.”

You stare.

She exhales through her nose, then gives you the same look someone might give a plant that’s taking too long to grow.

“You’re him,” she says, lighting the cigarette with a flick of her fingers. No flint. No match. Just…fire, like it was waiting for her.

You don’t answer.

“Don’t do that,” she says. “Don’t look at me like you’ve never seen someone make a dramatic entrance before. I thought all you attic-dwelling waifs lived for theatrics.”

You shake your head slowly. “I don’t know who you are.”

Shoko tilts her head.

“Well, no,” she says. “Not yet.”

⋆｡°✩

“You’ve got the look,” she says, nudging a cobweb out of the way with the back of her hand. “The quiet sort. Watches windows. Hums to keep from screaming.”

You’re still not speaking.

She sits down without asking. Cross-legged right on the attic floor like she wasn’t conjured into existence five seconds ago. Her cigarette smoke spirals toward the beams and settles around her like a crown of ash.

“I know what this is,” you finally say, voice quiet. “You’re a dream.”

Shoko snorts. “God, I wish.”

You don’t answer. The bucket of water seeps closer to your heel, a cold bloom against the wood. You stare at it. At her.

She doesn’t blink.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” she says, softer now. Not gentle, but closer. Like she’s trying. “I’m here to help.”

You shift your weight. Not quite toward her. Not quite away.

“Why?”

She flicks ash from the tip of her cigarette. It disappears before it hits the ground.

“Because you deserve it.”

You blink.

She goes on. “I’m not saying that in the philosophical, vague-fairy-tale sense. I mean it in the plain, unromantic, real-world way. You’ve done the work. You’ve survived. You’ve kept your heart from going sour even when it would’ve been easier to let it rot.”

You laugh. It’s small and brittle.

“I don’t think anyone would call me kind.”

“I didn’t say kind,” she says. “I said whole. You still have a piece of yourself that no one’s broken. That’s more than most.”

She says it so casually that it takes you a second to understand she meant it as a compliment.

You don’t know what to do with that.

You sit, slowly. She watches, but doesn’t comment.

The floor creaks beneath you. The attic is very still.

She speaks again. “Do you want to leave?”

It’s such a simple question.

Do you want to leave?

You stare at her. Your tongue feels thick.

“I can’t.”

She shrugs. “Didn’t ask if you could.”

You swallow.

“I want—” you start, then stop. “I don’t know what I want.”

“Sure you do,” she says, ashing the cigarette onto nothing. “You’ve just been taught not to say it.”

Your hands twist in your lap. She waits.

You say it like it hurts.

“I want to go. Just once. I want to be in a room where no one looks at me like I’m something to step over. I want to be wanted, just for a night. I want to know what it feels like to be seen.”

Shoko nods.

You stare at her. “That’s stupid, isn’t it?”

“No,” she says. “That’s a wish.”

⋆｡°✩

The air shifts.

It’s subtle—but you feel it. Like the attic exhales again, but this time with purpose. Something loosens in the walls, in the dark, in the shadows that have been your only company for years.

Shoko stands.

She snuffs out her cigarette on her palm. No mark. No burn.

When she speaks again, her voice is something older.

Not louder. Not deeper. But ancient. Measured. Like the moment you speak it aloud, it’ll echo.

“Then let’s give you your night.”

⋆｡°✩

She doesn’t wave a wand.

There’s no burst of glitter, no chorus, no sudden wind that tosses your hair back and makes your heart race. Nothing theatrical. Nothing pretty.

Instead, Shoko simply raises one hand—palm open—and exhales.

And the attic breathes with her.

The shadows bend first. Not away from the light, but toward it, curling like they’re waking up from a long sleep. The corners of the room soften, then blur, then ripple like heat above flame. Your breath catches in your throat.

There’s a sound, like thread pulling from cloth. And then—

Light. Dim at first. Then rising, warm and heavy like honey poured slow over your skin.

You don’t flinch.

You can’t.

It wraps around you. Not tight. Not painful. But thorough. Like it’s measuring. Weighing. Choosing.

Your shirt dissolves at the cuffs. Not burns—dissolves, the fabric unspooling into the air like mist. You lift your hands, startled, and they don’t feel like your hands anymore.

Shoko hums. “You’re lucky. Some people resist it. You—you’re letting it in.”

You blink at her, mouth dry. “Letting what in?”

She looks at you then, really looks, and says:

“Yourself.”

⋆｡°✩

The clothes build themselves, stitch by stitch.

It starts at your collarbones—warmth, pressure, then silk. Deep charcoal, almost black, but edged in silver so fine it could be moonlight. It fits perfectly, even before it finishes forming. Like it knew the shape of you before you did.

The sleeves wrap next—long, smooth, elegant. A flash of something translucent near the cuffs. Not ruffles, but something more fluid, like smoke in fabric form.

A jacket follows. Trimmed with silver thread, small accents that catch the dying light from the attic window. The kind of detail no mirror would ever see, but someone who was looking at you—really looking—might.

Your boots reform around your feet. Soft. Sleek. Practical enough to run in, but elegant enough to be remembered.

You don’t know how to breathe.

Shoko watches.

The final piece is a brooch—small, just over your heart. A pin in the shape of a crescent moon. Not garish. Not royal. Just… honest.

“I don’t understand,” you murmur, voice catching.

She doesn’t smile, but her voice is kind when she answers. “You don’t have to. Just wear it like you do.”

⋆｡°✩

The light fades.

The attic returns.

But you don’t.

You’re still you, but taller somehow. Straighter. Shoulders set. Like the weight hasn’t disappeared—but you’ve finally grown strong enough to carry it.

Your hands shake.

You press them against your chest. The fabric beneath your fingertips is real.

“I’m not supposed to be there,” you whisper.

Shoko flicks her cigarette back into her fingers and lights it with a snap.

“You’re supposed to be wherever you want to be,” she replies. “And tonight? You’re going.”

⋆｡°✩

You turn toward the attic stairs.

“Wait,” she says, and you freeze.

She tosses something into your hands.

Shoes.

Polished leather. Silver-buckled. Sleek, precise. The kind of shoes made for palace floors, not soot-stained attics. You run your thumbs over them. They’re real. Solid. One is slightly warmer than the other, like it’s holding onto something the world hasn’t seen yet.

“Enchanted?” you ask softly.

Shoko exhales smoke through her nose. “One of them.”

You blink. “Just one?”

She shrugs. “You only need one to be remembered.”

⋆｡°✩

The carriage waits at the edge of the estate.

It wasn’t there before. You would’ve heard it. Seen it. But now it sits beneath the moonlight like it’s always belonged—quiet, waiting, wheels perfectly clean despite the muddy road.

You don’t ask questions.

Shoko didn’t explain where it came from, and you didn’t ask.

You step down from the attic, cross the now-silent halls in a suit that doesn’t touch the floor when you move. The house doesn’t know you anymore. The wallpaper doesn’t sneer. The stairs don’t groan in protest. Even the silence has changed—it watches you now, instead of swallowing you whole.

You don’t look back.

Not at the staircase. Not at Geto’s study. Not at the kitchen where you used to stand barefoot and bleeding. That life still lives here, but you’ve stepped out of its skin.

For one night.

The coachman doesn’t speak. He tips his hat. The door opens. You climb in.

And the wheels turn toward the palace.

It’s farther than you thought.

You’ve seen it only from a distance—sharp spires against the horizon, gold-glass windows catching the sun like a promise. But up close, it’s something else entirely. Too large. Too luminous. The kind of place that exists outside time.

You step out into torchlight and laughter.

Music filters through marble arches. Strings and woodwinds. A swell of something grand, something old. People in silks and satin flow up the staircase like water—gloved hands, high collars, laughter polished and practised.

You shouldn’t be here.

But you are.

And no one stops you.

⋆｡°✩

The ballroom doors are wide open.

No guards. No fanfare. Just an invitation in the shape of light.

You cross the threshold on steady legs.

The floor is mirrored marble. Chandeliers drip crystal firelight. The ceiling stretches into a painted sky—cherubs and constellations you don’t recognise.

No one looks at you.

And somehow, that’s worse than the mocking would’ve been.

You drift along the edges at first. One step. Then another. A glass in your hand that you didn’t ask for. A compliment tossed over someone’s shoulder, not meant for you but close enough to sting.

And then—

He enters.

⋆｡°✩

You don’t see his face at first.

Just the way the room bends.

People part. Eyes turn. Laughter softens into interest. Not fear. Not awe. Just something deeper. Like gravity. Like inevitability.

And then he steps forward, and you understand.

White hair, sharp-cut and careless. A smile that looks carved into something ancient and shining. His coat is midnight blue, collar open just enough to be casual, cuffs rolled as if he’s already done dancing and plans to do it again.

There are jewels on half the people here. Gold on everyone else.

But he doesn’t need either.

He is the light in the room.

You don’t know his name.

You don’t even realise he’s looking at you until it’s too late to look away.

⋆｡°✩

You try to look away first.

That’s your mistake.

Because now he knows.

You’re not sure how you know he knows—but you do. It's in the tilt of his head. The slight quirk at the corner of his mouth. Like your gaze didn’t just find him, but called him.

And he’s answering.

He moves through the crowd like it was always meant to part for him. Not fast. Not eager. Just easy. Certain. As if he’s done this a hundred times before and always ends up here.

At you.

Your throat is dry. Your hand tightens around the glass you never drank from.

He stops in front of you.

Up close, he’s worse. Or better. You can’t decide.

His eyes are bright—too bright. The kind of blue people write songs about and then spend the rest of their lives trying to forget. His hair is a mess of silver and moonlight, and his smile is almost too much. Like he knows it is, and uses it anyway.

He glances down at your untouched drink.

Then back up at you.

“Not your thing?” he asks, voice low, amused. Not mocking. Not yet.

You manage a reply. “Wasn’t thirsty.”

“Lucky me,” he says. “Neither was I.”

He reaches out. Takes the glass from your hand. Places it on a passing tray without looking.

Then he holds his hand out to you.

Just like that.

As if you’ve already said yes.

As if you’ve always said yes.

“Dance with me.”

Not a question. Not quite a command. Just an expectation. A possibility.

You stare at his hand. At the long fingers. The pale wrist. The soft flash of a silver cufflink shaped like a star.

“I don’t know how,” you say quietly.

He leans in, just slightly. Just enough to make your breath stutter.

“That’s alright,” he says. “I do.”

⋆｡°✩

The music isn’t loud.

It doesn’t need to be.

He walks you to the centre of the room like it’s normal. Like every person isn’t watching. Like the marble floor doesn’t ache under your feet, trying to whisper, this isn’t for you.

But he holds your hand like it is.

And when you move—when your feet remember how to follow, when your body remembers joy—he doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t lead you like you’re fragile. He lets you catch up. Lets you breathe.

And when you do—

You start to smile.

Not wide. Not bright. Just a little. Just enough.

But he sees it.

His smile answers yours.

And the world keeps spinning.

⋆｡°✩

The music fades into something slower.

Your chest is still rising too fast, but his hand is steady at your back. He hasn’t let go. Not once.

Every step, every turn, he watches you like there’s no one else in the room. Like this isn’t a palace. Like this isn’t a dance among royals. Like you’re not somewhere you shouldn’t be.

Like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

“Still nervous?” he asks, voice low, just under the violin swell.

You glance up. His smile is soft now. Tilted. Familiar in a way it shouldn’t be.

“I didn’t know it would be this easy,” you say.

He raises a brow. “Dancing?”

“Being seen.”

He doesn't laugh. Doesn't look away. Instead, he slows you to a stop, right there in the middle of the floor.

His hand slips from your waist to your wrist.

“Come with me,” he says.

⋆｡°✩

He leads you out through the back hall, past open doors and gilded arches, until the palace swallows its own noise. The music fades behind columns. The warmth of the crowd falls away.

You step into a quiet corridor, and then—

A garden.

Not the one guests passed through. This is smaller. Older. Half-forgotten. Wild vines along the stone. A cracked marble bench. The scent of lavender and something sweeter underneath—like sugar left in the sun.

It’s moonlit and hidden and yours.

You inhale, and it fills your lungs like a prayer.

“Better?” he asks.

You nod.

He lets go of your wrist but stays close. Too close. You feel his breath near your temple. He’s taller than you’d realised on the dance floor.

“Do you bring all your dance partners here?” you ask, not meaning to sound like anything—but it comes out softer than expected. Curious.

His smile quirks, lazy and real. “Only the ones I want to keep a little longer.”

Your heart kicks once. Stupid thing.

“I’m not exactly... worth remembering.”

He looks at you then, full and unguarded.

“Funny,” he murmurs, “I was just thinking the opposite.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

So you don’t say anything.

His gaze drops to your mouth. Brief. Barely there.

But your breath stutters anyway.

You want to close the space between you.

He’s already leaning in.

His voice is barely a whisper now.

“What’s your name?”

You hesitate. You’d almost forgotten that you hadn’t given it.

“I—”

DING.

The first chime hits like a stone to the chest.

DONG.

You flinch.

He pulls back, startled.

DING.

“No,” you whisper.

The air shifts. Your jacket tightens. Something in the fabric shudders like it’s remembering itself.

You take a step back.

“I’m sorry.”

“Wait—” he starts, reaching for you.

DONG.

“I have to go,” you say, already turning.

“Wait! At least tell me who—”

DING.

You’re gone.

The night is breaking, and the magic is pulling you with it.

You run.

Not elegantly. Not the way you danced.

This is a stumble-sprint, half-flight down the corridor, heart pounding against your ribs like it’s trying to get back to him. The marble floors blur. Gold columns, oil paintings, half-turned faces in distant rooms—none of it matters now. Only the ache in your chest and the way the air grows heavier with every step.

The magic is unravelling.

You feel it in your sleeves first. The seams loosen. The silver edging at your cuffs begins to smoke and vanish, the way dew fades from a blade of grass. You press your hands to your chest like you can hold it all together—but the fabric keeps melting under your fingers.

The music is gone. The laughter behind you is too far to matter. All that exists is the echo of your boots—no, just one boot now—against the floor.

You don't remember when it happened.

Just that you turned a corner too sharp. That your foot slipped. That something caught for a second and then gave way.

You look down.

Your right foot is bare.

The enchanted shoe is gone.

You double back.

It’s lying on the stairs.

You don’t go back for it.

You can't.

DING.

The ninth chime.

The gold embroidery at your hem vanishes mid-step. The jacket fades, thread by thread, until all you’re left with is the thin, patched tunic underneath—too short now. Yours, but not yours anymore. The magic never fully disguised your body. It just made the weight feel lighter.

You grab the stair railing as the garden doors disappear behind you.

The tenth chime echoes off the stone.

You’re almost at the exit.

You think you hear your name.

Not your real name. Not the one Geto calls you with disdain. But yours. The one only someone who sees you might say.

But it’s too late.

You hit the gravel outside barefoot, panting, lungs burning with cold air and regret.

The eleventh chime splits the sky.

You don’t look back.

⋆｡°✩

Somewhere behind you, he stands at the top of the staircase. His gloves are in his pocket. His coat is unbuttoned. He’s not looking at the crowd.

He’s looking at the stairs.

And the single shoe left waiting.

⋆｡°✩

The twelfth and final chime rings out.

Midnight has come.

And you're already disappearing into the dark.

You wake before the sun.

You always do, but today it feels different.

Not because your body hurts—though it does. Not because the air is cold—though it bites.

But because something inside you is too quiet.

Like your chest has been scrubbed hollow.

The attic doesn’t look any different.

The boards still creak when you shift your weight. The frost still kisses the corners of the glass. The mice still rustle softly in the wall like they don’t know anything has changed.

But it has.

You sit up slowly, fingers curled in the edge of the blanket that isn’t warm enough. Your knees are sore. Your palms sting. The magic’s gone, and it didn’t leave anything for you to hold except—

Your breath catches.

You look down.

There it is.

Nestled at the foot of your bed.

One shoe.

Not both.

Just the right one.

Silver-buckled. Unscuffed. A quiet gleam to the leather that doesn’t belong to this world.

The matching pair had vanished with the rest of the suit. But this one stayed.

Of course it did.

You don’t touch it.

Not yet.

You just stare.

Your chest tightens slowly, like the ache has to rebuild itself from the edges in.

You replay the night in pieces.

The ballroom. The music. The boy with the moonlight grin and the storm in his eyes. The garden. His hand on your back. His voice, soft and certain, asking for your name like he’d keep it safe.

You wonder if he’s looking for you.

You wonder if he’s still at the top of those stairs.

You wonder if he’ll know you now, in patched sleeves and soot-stained soles.

If he’d want to.

You press the heel of your hand into your chest, hard.

Just to feel something.

⋆｡°✩

Far from the attic, in a palace where the candles never burn low, a king lies dying.

Not with drama. Not with blood or fury or breathless speeches. Just… slowly.

Quietly.

Gojo sits beside him.

He’s not dressed for grief. Still in the same half-wrinkled clothes from the night before—collar askew, hair a mess, the ghost of the ballroom clinging to his shoulders.

He hasn’t slept. Hasn’t moved since the garden emptied and the last guest was sent away.

He hasn’t spoken.

Not until now.

“I met someone,” he says softly.

The king doesn’t open his eyes, but his mouth twitches. Barely there.

“A noble?” he rasps, voice like dry paper.

Gojo almost laughs. “Not even close.”

The king hums. A tiny sound. “Thank god.”

That earns a real smile. Faint. Brief.

Gojo leans forward, fingers curled tight over the blanket. “I didn’t get his name. Didn’t even ask. He ran. Lost a shoe.”

The king’s chest rises slowly. “Romantic.”

“Frustrating,” Gojo says. “He was real. Not… shiny. Not faked. I think he looked right through me and still stayed.”

The king doesn’t speak for a long time.

Then—

“Then go,” he says, hoarse but sure. “Go find the one who saw you.”

Gojo’s throat closes.

The king’s eyes stay shut.

“You’ve carried this crown too long,” he murmurs. “Go be loved, Satoru. Don’t let this place kill that part of you.”

There’s silence.

Then Gojo bows his head.

“I will.”

⋆｡°✩

The king dies two days later.

The mourning bells toll across the city. The gates are draped in black. The court dons solemn silks and speaks in hushed tones.

Gojo buries his father quietly.

No fanfare. No grand declarations. Just a hand pressed to the coffin and a whisper no one hears.

He returns to the throne room with quiet thunder.

No coronation. No applause. Just a man in mourning with the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders and something softer clenched between his hands.

A single shoe.

Silver-buckled. Clean as memory. The only piece of the night that didn’t vanish.

The court hushes when he steps to the dais.

He speaks without ceremony.

“I’m not here to celebrate a title,” he says. “I’m here to honour a promise.”

A ripple of confusion passes through the crowd.

Gojo lifts the shoe for all to see.

“This,” he says, voice steady, “was left behind by the person I danced with at the royal ball.”

Murmurs rise. Names, questions, whispers like wind.

Gojo’s next words cut straight through.

“I don’t know their name. Or where they came from. But I know how I felt.”

Silence now. Even the courtiers lean forward.

He breathes in. Then:

“Find them.”

The prince’s men arrive two days later.

They come in pairs—one to carry the shoe, one to carry the threat of a sword.

Some houses greet them with fanfare. Others slam the door. But in every room, they kneel before the hopeful, the desperate, the delusional, and ask them to try it on.

None of them fit.

None of them feel right.

⋆｡°✩

Toji doesn’t really want to be here.

He’s already threatened to eat the shoe twice. Nanami pretends not to hear him.

“You’re not putting it in your mouth,” Nanami says flatly as they stand in front of a bakery.

“I wasn’t gonna put it in,” Toji replies. “Just, you know. Scare the kid a little.”

“No.”

“They’ve got sugar tarts in there.”

“We’re here for the shoe.”

“I can multitask.”

Nanami sighs and knocks.

⋆｡°✩

Three houses later:

“This is a waste of time,” Toji mutters.

“It’s a royal command,” Nanami answers, like that means anything.

They’re standing in front of a weeping blacksmith.

“I swore I saw the mystery person,” the blacksmith says, tears in his beard. “They were in my dream. Had wings. Glowed.”

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose.

Toji offers him a handkerchief. “We’ll send word if we find them, yeah?”

The blacksmith sobs louder.

Toji pats him on the shoulder.

“You tried, champ.”

⋆｡°✩

Back at the estate, the air has changed.

You don't notice at first. You're doing laundry. Small, quiet motions. Wrists in soap, eyes on the window.

But when you climb back up to the attic, the door is open.

That’s not right.

You never leave it open.

You step inside.

Geto is waiting.

He’s holding something in his hand.

It takes you a moment to register it. To understand what you’re looking at. To realise it’s yours.

The other shoe.

The one the magic didn’t claim.

Geto doesn’t look angry.

Worse.

He looks resigned.

“I knew,” he says, voice low. “The night you came home. I knew it was you.”

You don’t speak.

There’s something brittle in your chest. Like glass.

Geto turns the shoe over in his hand. “It was supposed to be Mimiko or Nanako. Anyone else. Someone who could give this family something back. But you—”

He shakes his head.

“I married your mother for love, you know.”

You flinch.

“I was a servant. Just like you. She didn’t care. She saw me. She chose me. And then she died. And I got stuck. In this house. With bills, and mouths, and nothing to show for it but my hands and my daughters.”

He looks at you then, sharp and quiet.

“You think I hate you,” he says. “I don’t.”

You want to speak. You don’t know how.

“I envy you,” he finishes.

Then he drops the shoe.

And before you can move—before you can breathe—he steps on it.

It doesn’t break.

Of course it doesn’t.

The magic’s long gone.

So he picks it up instead.

And throws it out the window.

You hear it hit the gravel outside.

And then—

Click.

The door locks behind you.

Geto’s footsteps fade down the stairs.

And you’re alone again.

Trapped. Silenced.

But not invisible anymore.

⋆｡°✩

You don’t move right away.

You hear Geto’s footsteps fade, one by one, until the house swallows them whole. Until the only sound left is the wind against the glass, and the beat of your pulse behind your eyes.

The lock clicks again in your mind. Sharp. Final.

And then—

Nothing.

Just quiet.

You sit.

Not gently. Not with grace.

You drop straight to the floor, legs folded awkwardly, palms flat on the cold wood. The air smells like old wood and soap. Like sorrow dried into the beams.

Your hands curl into the sleeves of your shirt. Not to hide. Just to feel something.

The window glows with late morning sun. Too bright to pretend it’s still night. Too soft to call this anything but cruel.

You swallow.

You whisper to no one, “It wasn’t supposed to matter.”

The words hang there.

And then—

A scritch.

Then another.

Soft and quick, like tiny feet against the baseboard.

You blink down.

Yuji, the one with the torn ear, darts into view. He stops near your feet. Sits up on his haunches like he’s checking on you.

You offer him your palm.

He noses it once. Then skitters away to the corner where Megumi and Nobara have already gathered.

There’s a scrap of ribbon there. Frayed. Half chewed.

And a single wooden spool.

You don’t know how they found it. Or why they’re bringing it to you.

But they do.

You exhale.

“I’m not making a new shoe,” you say quietly.

They freeze.

You soften. “...Thank you, though.”

Yuji does a little hop. You can almost hear him say you’re not done.

You lean back against the wall.

You look at the door.

The lock is still in place.

The window is still too small.

Your limbs are still tired.

But something in you is standing up.

You’ve never asked to be found before.

But now— Now you know what it felt like to be seen.

And you’re not letting that disappear without a fight.

Bang bang bang.

Not a gentle knock.

Not the kind nobles use.

The door shakes in its frame.

Mimiko shrieks from somewhere down the hall, “Father—!”

“Coming,” Geto calls, voice too smooth, too fast.

He brushes dust from his sleeves and opens the door with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Nanami doesn't smile back.

Toji doesn’t look like he’s ever smiled at all.

The taller one—Toji, in dark military trim and boots that leave real dirt on the clean floor—looks over Geto like he’s furniture. Nanami, perfectly pressed and sharply polite, holds a velvet-lined box in his hands.

Inside it, nestled like a relic, sits the shoe.

The room tightens.

“We’re here on royal command,” Nanami says, calm as a cut. “Every household within the capital must comply.”

Geto’s smile doesn’t falter. But his fingers twitch at his sides.

“Of course,” he says. “My daughters will be thrilled.”

⋆｡°✩

The twins are anything but.

They stumble into the drawing room in matching silks, half-dressed and sweating.

Mimiko tries to charm. Nanako tries to lie. Both try on the shoe.

The shoe does not fit either of them.

Not Mimiko, who tried to stuff her foot in sideways, biting her lip like pain might be mistaken for grace.

Not Nanako, who screamed at the guards and insisted it was her shoe—until Nanami calmly pointed out it would have to be her right shoe, and she’d shoved her left foot in.

Both of them are red-faced now. Geto looks pale.

Nanami closes the velvet box with finality.

“That’s all,” Geto says quickly, stepping between them and the door. “Thank you for your time, but as you can see—”

“We appreciate your cooperation,” Nanami says, already half-turned. “We’ll be on our way—”

And then— CRASH.

Not subtle.

Not small.

Wood shatters. Something heavy hits the floor above. Then a thud. A clang. Another loud bang, like someone’s trying to tear a room apart.

All three men freeze.

Geto doesn’t blink.

“Old house,” he says lightly. “It groans.”

Nanami narrows his eyes.

Toji’s already turning.

“It came from upstairs,” he says.

“No need,” Geto says quickly. “We told you, it’s just—”

“Storage,” Toji finishes, stepping forward.

And then—

A fourth voice speaks, smooth as silk:

“Open it.”

The knights turn sharply.

So does Geto.

Because one of the guards—the one who had been silent this entire time, helmet shadowing his face, standing too still in the corner—steps forward.

And removes his helmet.

White hair falls loose.

Eyes like the end of a sky.

It’s him.

The prince.

No coat. No crown. Just a low voice and a gaze that could slit a throat with kindness.

“Check the room,” Gojo says.

Toji doesn’t hesitate.

He moves toward the stairs.

And Geto?

Geto stops breathing.

⋆｡°✩

Meanwhile, upstairs—

You’ve already broken a chair.

The window’s too high, and the door won’t give, but fury moves faster than fear.

You threw the table against the wall. You shattered a glass jar. The room is in chaos.

Not because you thought someone would hear you.

But because if you’re going to be locked away again—this time, the walls will remember you were here.

And downstairs, they just did.

⋆｡°✩

The door gives way with a shudder and a kick.

Toji steps inside the attic like he’s seen a thousand rooms like this—and hates every one of them. He doesn’t speak at first. Just scans the broken chair, the shards of glass, the boy standing in the middle of it all like a storm passed through him and didn’t finish the job.

You square your shoulders, fists tight.

“I’m not going quietly,” you say.

Toji raises a brow.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says. “Not until you try on the shoe.”

⋆｡°✩

You’re still stunned when you’re led down the stairs.

The house feels different now—seen, somehow. You don’t flinch when Geto glares. You don’t look at the twins when they hiss your name like it’s a curse.

Because all you see is him.

Gojo.

Not in a dream. Not behind a mask.

Just him.

And he’s looking at you like you invented music.

⋆｡°✩

“I didn’t know,” you say softly.

His smile curves at the edges. “Good.”

You blink. “What?”

“I wanted to be seen as me, not as—” He waves a hand. “Royal disaster. Golden boy. Walking headline.”

“You’re still ridiculous,” you mutter.

“Mm,” he says, “but you danced with me anyway.”

⋆｡°✩

Nanami brings the shoe.

It still gleams like it remembers the night better than you do.

You kneel.

Your fingers tremble.

You fit your foot inside.

It slides in like it never belonged anywhere else.

A quiet settles over the room.

Nanami exhales, almost like relief.

Toji nods once.

The twins make some sound between a gasp and a wail.

And Gojo?

He takes two steps forward.

Then drops to one knee.

No theatrics. No ceremony.

Just him.

And you.

And the weight of everything you both carried here.

“I don’t know your name,” he says. “But I’d like to learn it every day.”

You swallow.

His hand is warm.

“Will you marry me?”

You stare at him.

Then, slowly, like something new is blooming in your chest—

You smile.

And take his hand.

The palace feels warmer now.

Not because of the sun. Or the gilded windows. Or the three-tiered cake that someone dropped during the reception and tried to blame on the reindeer.

But because of him.

Gojo stands beside you on the balcony, arm loose around your waist, his thumb brushing idle circles against your side like he still can’t believe you’re real.

You’re both still in partial wedding attire—him with his jacket tossed over a chair somewhere, you barefoot, crown lopsided, shirt collar unbuttoned and clinging just a little to your throat. You should probably be inside. The court is probably looking for you.

But the garden below is quiet.

And the air tastes like late summer and the end of something you never thought would happen.

⋆｡°✩

“What happened to them?” you ask, leaning into him just enough to be smug about it.

He hums. “Geto’s under investigation for falsifying noble status. Pretty sure he’s banned from the capital for life. Last I heard, he’s trying to sell spiritual healing potions out of a cart in the countryside.”

You snort. “And the twins?”

“Assigned to community service. Fifteen years of it.”

You blink. “What do they do?”

“Paint fences. Clean royal kennels. Muck out stables.”

You try to look sympathetic.

You fail.

⋆｡°✩

The sky is peach-gold now.

You lean back against the railing, one hand braced behind you, and Gojo’s eyes trace the line of your neck like he’s memorising it.

“What?” you ask, smirking a little.

“You’re too pretty for this world,” he says easily. “I might have to exile you just to stop fights.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re not exiling me. You married me.”

He steps in closer.

“I did, didn’t I?”

His hand settles just under your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. His smile turns softer.

Hungrier.

“Wanna kiss your husband?”

You grin. “Maybe.”

He doesn’t wait for permission.

⋆｡°✩

“You’re staring,” he murmurs, voice like velvet warmed in sunlight.

You don’t answer. Just let your fingers trail down the line of his collarbone, slow and curious, feeling the heat beneath his skin. You’re still a little dazed from it all—the ceremony, the kiss, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the kingdom.

Maybe the world.

Gojo watches you with a softness that doesn’t match the grin tugging at his lips.

“Still thinking about saying yes?” he teases, tilting his head.

You hum. “I’m thinking I want to kiss you again.”

“Be my guest.”

You lean in. He meets you halfway.

The kiss starts gentle—lazy, even. But there’s something under it now. Something hot and restless curling between your ribs. Your fingers move to his jaw, then to the back of his neck, dragging him just a little closer. He obliges with a pleased sound, deepening the kiss, mouth parting just enough to catch your breath between his lips.

He tastes like sugared wine and strawberries, and you swear you could drown in him.

By the time you break apart, you’re breathing harder than you expected. Your eyes meet, close enough to feel the words before you say them.

“I want you,” you whisper.

It comes out raw. Honest.

Gojo stills. Just for a moment.

Then—

“Yeah?” His voice is lower now. Rougher around the edges. “You sure?”

You nod.

“Then come here.”

⋆｡°✩

He lifts you before you realize he’s moving. Hands strong, steady, one at your back, the other beneath your thighs. You yelp softly, laugh against his throat, and he huffs out a breathless chuckle that turns into something deeper.

The doors to your chambers are already cracked open. He kicks them wider.

The room beyond is quiet. Candlelit. Fresh linens, tossed shoes, and half a glass of wine still left untouched on the bedside table. You don’t see any of it.

Just him.

He sets you down gently, reverent in a way that makes your chest ache.

You sit on the edge of the bed as he leans in, hands braced on either side of your thighs, lips ghosting over your cheek, then your jaw.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, voice low and warm.

You reach up. Thread your fingers into his hair.

“Kiss me like you did that night,” you say. “And don’t stop.”

He grins against your mouth. “Gladly.”

And he does.

⋆｡°✩

The world falls away the second his lips meet yours again.

There’s no crowd here. No music. No kingdom watching. Just the sound of his breath and yours, the rustle of fabric as fingers drag slowly down your back, and the warm press of his palms against your skin like he’s memorising every inch of you.

You pull him closer. He goes willingly.

The kiss deepens. His mouth is hot and sure, moving with a rhythm that makes you dizzy. His tongue brushes yours, and you gasp into him—your fingers clutching the back of his shirt, your legs parting slightly as he slots himself between them.

He presses you gently back onto the bed.

The sheets shift beneath you—soft, crisp, faintly perfumed—and his weight follows, settling against you with a slowness that feels like worship.

His hand cradles your face as he kisses you again, slower now. Lingering. Like he has all the time in the world.

“Still sure?” he asks, voice hoarse at the edges, lips brushing your cheek.

You nod, breath caught in your throat. “I want you.”

Gojo exhales like he’s been waiting to hear that his whole life.

“Okay,” he whispers, “I’ve got you.”

⋆｡°✩

He doesn’t rush.

He undresses you carefully, easing your clothes from your body piece by piece, always watching, always touching, like he’s unwrapping something sacred. His hands trail down your arms, your ribs, your hips—every inch of your skin kissed, touched, praised.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, not like a compliment, but like a fact.

His own clothes fall away soon after, and when he kneels above you, bare in the candlelight, you forget how to breathe.

He’s strong. Slender. Scars across his stomach, down his hip—each one traced gently beneath your fingers. His eyes darken when you touch him, a low sound humming from his chest as you explore him with quiet wonder.

He kisses your chest, your stomach, the inside of your thigh. Each press of his mouth is tender, reverent. You shiver when his lips ghost lower—when he parts your legs with one slow sweep of his hand and settles between them like he was always meant to be there.

When his tongue touches you, your fingers curl in the sheets.

He’s slow. Gentle. Languid.

Learning you. Reading every twitch of your hips, every gasp, every whispered plea. He hums when you moan, the sound low and satisfied.

You arch when he wraps his arms under your thighs and pulls you closer.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, voice rough and thick with want.

And he does.

With his mouth, his fingers, his voice—coaxing you open, unravelling you gently, turning heat into warmth into fire.

By the time you come undone, you’re panting, legs trembling, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

He doesn’t leave you. Doesn’t pull away. Just presses slow kisses to your skin and climbs up to meet your mouth again, breath catching as he feels you cling to him.

You reach for him. Trace the line of his jaw.

“Take me,” you whisper.

And he does.

⋆｡°✩

He enters you slowly, carefully, stopping when you tense, kissing your throat until your body melts into his again. His hand finds yours against the pillow, lacing your fingers together as he presses deeper.

It’s intense. Full. Your breath stutters, and his does too.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

You nod.

He starts to move, and it’s overwhelming.

His weight on you, his breath on your neck, the way your bodies move together—every thrust angled with care, every sound he makes pressed against your ear like a secret. He moans when your hips rise to meet him. Groans when you say his name like you mean it.

He doesn’t look away. Watches you fall apart underneath him. Watches your lashes flutter, your mouth part, your breath hitch.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he says, voice wrecked.

You pull him down, kiss him hard, gasping against his lips as heat blooms low and deep in your core.

He speeds up—just enough.

The sound of skin on skin, the headboard creaking gently, the rhythm of his hips, your hands in his hair—it all builds into something slow and bright and utterly consuming.

You fall apart first, back arching, thighs clenching around his waist.

He follows with a gasp, pulling out just in time, his hand stroking you through it as he spills onto your stomach with a trembling groan.

⋆｡°✩

After, he’s quiet.

He wipes you down gently, kisses your chest, your temple, your knuckles.

Then he pulls you into his arms, your head tucked beneath his chin, his thumb stroking slow circles into your spine.

You’re half-asleep when he whispers, “I’m never letting you go.”

You smile.

“You better not.”

Later, as the sun dips below the rooftops, you’re sprawled together on the balcony, limbs tangled, cheeks flushed, breath finally slowing.

He presses his forehead to yours.

You close your eyes.

The world is quiet again.

Until—

Scurry scurry.

You open one eye.

Yuji. Then Megumi. Then Nobara.

The mice dash across the stone railing, tails twitching, feet fast, all three heading for the figure standing just beyond the edge of the light.

Shoko.

Still in her boots. Still in her long coat. Still impossibly cool.

She holds out one palm.

The mice leap into it without hesitation.

She glances at you and Gojo, sprawled out and glowing like kings in love.

“Cute,” she says.

You sit up. “You stayed?”

She lights a cigarette with a flick of her fingers.

“Nah,” she says. “I just came to collect my assistants.”

Gojo squints. “Assistants?”

“They picked you,” Shoko says, looking directly at you.

You blink.

She exhales a thin ribbon of smoke into the sky.

“My job’s done.”

And then— She vanishes.

Just like that.

⋆｡°✩

You sit there for a moment.

Gojo’s hand finds yours.

The stars come out.

And this time—

You don’t wish on any of them.

You already have everything you asked for.

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this was a bad idea. no, scratch that - this was a terrible idea. what were you even thinking? you stood nervously outside the door of a fancy hotel room which housed one of - if not your most - favourite camboys. arataki itto. you’d found him by chance through a porn site during lockdown, when you were bored and horny with nothing to do except watch tv or touch yourself, and dear god did he tick your clock. fluffy white hair that cascaded over him (perfect for grabbing), a body like a greek statue painted with intricate red tattoos (perfect for licking), and best of all - a long, thick cock decorated with piercings, perfect for creaming yourself over. you’d lost count of how many times you’d watched his streams, one hand down your panties as he jerked off, groaning over the mic with that voice of his that could swing from cocky frat boy to domineering growl at the drop of a hat. your poor clit was abused for an alarming streak of time whenever you lay on your bed, legs spread as you imagined itto pounding into you for the enjoyment of his audience.

so when he’d announced he’d be holding a little… competition, it made perfect sense for your libido to override your common sense and force you to apply. besides, it’s not like you were ever gonna win, right?

you kicked yourself at your sheer dumb luck now. a meet and greet which was essentially a ‘fuck a fan’ contest - what were you, a basement dweller? itto had 25000 subscribers, which should have twisted the chance right out of your hands, but you’d nearly fainted when you received an email from your camsite with the subject line Direct Message from Arataki Itto, almost dropping your laptop as you scrambled to open it. you called up the same email on your phone one last time, steeling yourself.

Hey [y/n], Congrats on beating the competition and winning my contest! I’m positively thrilled to meet you… ;) As per the rules, we’ll meet at the Embassy (map attached) at 8PM on July 8th. Bring whatever you need, wear whatever you like… just as long as I can take it off you later. See ya, Itto

Wear whatever you like… you’d dressed down for the hot los angeles weather, spending an agonising amount of time rifling through your wardrobe before settling on a spaghetti strap dress with kitten heels. your body had been scrubbed and moisturised until your arms ached, and you were practically a fire hazard with the amount of body spray you’d applied. it was worth it, though. it made you smell delicious, almost good enough to eat. quickly shoving your hands through your purse, you performed a last-minute check; wallet, keys, breath mints, lube, condoms, wet wipes, fresh panties, and your makeup bag. carefully sliding the zipper closed, you took a deep breath and stared at the imposing wood of the hotel door before lifting your fist and knocking quickly.

you heard shuffling and your chest caught as the door handle clicked down and the door swung open to reveal itto. you felt your eyes widen at the sight of him, and his face cracked into a big grin upon seeing you.

“hey, hey! you must be [y/n], right? awesome, come in!” he said cheerfully, gesturing you into the room. you blushed and stammered in greeting, ducking your head as you practically ran into itto’s plush hotel room. the walls were painted white, and the furniture was carved from sleek black wood, with a floor-to-ceiling window offering a dazzling view of los angeles taking up half the wall to the side of the bed. some candles had been lit and placed in front of the TV, filling the room with a gentle floral scent. you noticed itto’s phone on the bedside table, a bluetooth speaker playing soft cloud rap next to it.

itto. you were reminded of his existence when the door clicked shut and he placed a hand on the small of your back, sliding around you to stand in front of you. clutching the strap of your bag, your nervous gaze travelled up his chest before meeting his eyes. fuck, he was big in real life - easily six-foot-six, maybe even a little more, with a physique that spoke of many, many gym visits. his white tshirt stuck to him, shadows in the fabric from his muscles as he crossed his arms and smiled down at you in amusement, excitement dancing behind his golden eyes. you’d never ever felt this way around anyone before - you could feel your panties growing more soaked by the second from anticipation. you wanted nothing more than for itto to grab you and tear off your dress before throwing you on the bed and fucking you stupid. and yet, your mouth was dry and your face was hot with… embarrassment? fear? whatever it was, you wanted it gone.

“ummm.” you began, brain fizzing like an overheated circuit board. “hey.”

itto’s smile grew wider. “hey,” he replied gently, and you fought the urge to curl up in a ball and scream. a silence settled between you both as itto looked you up and down approvingly. you were suddenly aware of your nipples poking through your sundress - going without a bra probably hadn’t been the best idea. “hey, listen... want some water? i’ve got some wine too, in the fridge. or i could even call room service, get you a can of red bull or something?”

you didn’t need an energy drink, not when your heart was beating like a jackhammer in your chest. “um, wine... wine would be great,” you replied softly, staggering to the bed and sitting down on the plush duvet. you stroked your hands over the cotton, breathing deeply, trying to ground yourself, nodding in thanks as itto handed you a small bottle of wine and a glass filled with ice. you stared at the glass for a moment before tearing the cap off the bottle and glugging the alcohol quickly. it was sharp and sweet, and you exhaled, eyes growing half-lidded as you twisted the cap back on.

“shit, girl,” itto said admiringly as he sat beside you. “you must be nervous, huh?”

you nodded, cheeks growing flushed at the sight of your thighs touching his, your soft skin rubbing against the fabric of his sweatpants. “i thought i was...” you began, then shook your head before your words tumbled out. “i thought i wasn’t going to win, and now i’m here...” you turned to look at him. “...i feel so anxious, and, um, i’ve watched you so much - fuck, sorry, that sounds so creepy - and you’re actually here and i...!”

you wiped your eyes suddenly, and itto moved quickly, taking your face in his hands. “hey, hey, doll,” he murmured. “listen. we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, okay? shit, we can just sit here and talk about whatever until tomorrow morning if you want. seriously!” he grinned at you, canines slightly pointed. you felt your core throb weakly as the alcohol began to set in. perhaps drinking all that wine so quickly wasn’t a good idea. itto’s thumb scraped over your cheek, wiping a stray tear away. “just tell me what you want to do, and i’ll make it happen.”

the promise was right there in front of you. you could snatch out and take it - make your wildest dreams come true, usurp all those lone nights of fantasy with the blissful heavenly reality.

you stood up quickly, overtaken by a sudden determination, swaying slightly from the wine. breathing in determination, you kicked off your heels and began to pull at the straps of your dress, tugging it over your head and throwing it on the floor. you stood before itto in your panties, fists clenched and face red.

“itto,” you said. “please. fuck me.”

itto swallowed slightly, eyes going from your discarded dress to your naked body. there was a pause, and then he smirked. “thought you’d never ask, darlin’.”

what. the. fuck.

you'd heard all the stupid rumors on twitter and within the bowels of reddit - 'source: friend of a friend of his ex gf' levels of stupid. xyz said that his cock is big, like, really big irl - he doesn't use camera angles or sleeves to make it look bigger or anything. and his stamina is apparently fucking insane! you'd always dismissed them as fetish fuel - nobody wanted to admit the guy they masturbated to was probably bad in bed, right? but looking at itto's cock now, in front of your face as you lay on your stomach on the plush bed, you realised that all those horny forum posts and grainy cam streams hadn't been bullshit. the guy was fucking big - long, girthy, veiny, with silver piercings through the head and shaft of his cock. tufts of white hair sat at the base, almost like cotton wool, and the tip was flushed red.

you swallowed, letting out a shaky "ha." how the fuck were you supposed to fit this in your mouth, let alone anywhere else?! you felt the back of your neck begin to sweat lightly, and were bought back to reality by itto quietly clearing his throat. you looked up at him, smiling timidly, and he winked at you, relaxing his back against the headboard. you laughed nervously, and wrapped both your hands around his cock in determination, the slight touch earning a groan from itto. taking a deep breath, you carefully sank your mouth down onto the tip of his cock, your lips sliding down centimetre by centimetre as you hollowed your cheeks out to make room. itto sighed happily, head falling back as you winced at the feeling of his cockhead sitting on the back of your tongue. you didn't want to think about how much left you had to swallow, and you paused for a moment, gagging slightly.

"aw, you're giving up already?" itto cooed, placing a big hand on your head. was it your imagination, or was he... pushing down? tears pricked your eyes as your jaw began to ache and you clenched your fists in determination to stifle your gag reflex, shoving your mouth a little further down his cock. "ah, fuck - that's it, babe, shove it down your pretty throat as deep as you can, shit." itto's head fell back, a low growl reverberating from his chest as you squeezed your eyes shut and felt his hand slide into the back of your hair, pushing your head forwards slowly, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. you suppressed the urge to gag, your eyes rolling up to look at him, your mascara leaving black trails down your face from your watering eyes.

itto laughed, the sound strained. "you look pretty like that." he breathed out hard all of a sudden before thrusting his cock up into your mouth, making you yelp in surprise. itto leaned over and grabbed your wrists, rolling you over onto your back roughly so he could fuck your face, his cock sliding in and out of your warm mouth, too lost in his own high to hear your muffled cries and squeaks. your pussy grew hot as you felt the bulge of his cock pressing into your throat and his coarse bush tickling your nose, his grip on your wrists bruising as he snarled above you, giving a particularly enthusiastic thrust when you blindly leaned down to rub circles around your clit for some relief. you felt your chest go tight as you steadily ran out of air, your other hand coming up to poke and smack his thigh hard in alarm. your eyes widened as you felt itto's hips stutter, and you sobbed a little as he came down your throat, cock shoved in to the hilt. itto breathes sharply, slowly pulling out of your mouth. you jerk up, gasping and coughing, your face smeared with spit and cum and makeup.

you look over at itto blearily as his hand comes out to gently grab your face, concern written all over his features. "you okay?" you grin at him weakly, and he smiles. "that's my girl."

the term caused your stomach to flutter, and you blush a little, wiping your face self-consciously. you gasped as itto suddenly grabbed your calves and dragged you towards him, prying your legs open with his big hands, palms flat against your inner thighs as he leaned down.

"only fair that i repay the favor, right?" he said huskily, before his hot tongue licked a wide experimental stripe over your clit. you gasped, hands grabbing his hair as your body flopped backwards and itto began to go to town, his tongue licking short fast strokes over your sensitive clit as you moan, the sound keening and desperate. your hips jerked up as he suddenly shoved two fingers around your clit, spreading it open, and sucked hard.

"o-oh- fuck- itto! please- justlikethat!" your words jumbled together in a squeal as he shoves a thick finger inside you, curling it upwards as his lips continued to toy with your clit. you yanked itto's hair hard, body thrashing as he added another finger and began to quickly move his hand, moving away from you slightly to draw small circles around your oversensitive clit with the tip of his tongue. you felt a sudden pressure build in your stomach and gripped his hair, your hips jerking off the bed as he slammed a hand on your stomach and pushed you back down, the pressure increasing tenfold.

"ah - itto, fuck! itto, i'm - i'm gonna cum, gonna cum, gonnacumgonnacumgonna-!"

your babbling melted into a sudden high-pitched cry as you came, itto licking over your pulsing clit as you tightened around his fingers, your body convulsing as you wailed. he continued to move his fingers slowly, watching as you came down from your high, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat. he kissed your clit quickly, earning a low moan from you as he pulled his fingers out of you and turned you around so you were lying on the pillows, your expression dazed.

itto's damp fingers pushed your sweaty hair out of your face, and you suddenly gripped his arm.

"i-itto," you began, swallowing hard as you tried to collect yourself. "y-you can put it in now, okay?"

your pussy was burning with need as itto nodded, spreading your legs open once more as he lined up his cock with your entrance. you swallowed in anticipation, sighing as he grabbed a bottle of lube and spread some over his cock and inside your soaked cunt.

"ready?" itto asked softly, and you nodded in response. he leaned over you to kiss your forehead as he pushed the head of his cock inside you, easily sliding in. you winced as he pushed in further, the size of him causing a burning sensation, even despite the lube and how wet you already were. itto shushed you softly, pressing light kisses to your forehead and jaw, strong arms either side of you. you breathed heavily as he pushed in more, more, more, his cock filling you deliciously, before he bottomed out inside of you. you almost melted into the duvet as he slowly pulled out, the friction of the veins and piercings on his cock causing your skin to grow hot. itto grunted as he pushed his hips back towards yours, rolling his hips in a slow hard pace as your body twitched underneath his.

his long white hair tickled your face, hanging over you like a curtain. your hands shakily reached up to slide over his sweat-soaked abs, red tattoos standing out over his flushed skin. your legs instinctively wrapped over itto's back as he began to fuck you harder, the position allowing him to go even deeper inside of you. your pussy squelched loudly with each thrust, his piercing rubbing over your gspot as your cunt gripped his cock. itto leaned down to kiss you, forehead touching yours before he suddenly growls, "say my name."

your brain fizzles into gear through the intense fog of lust you're currently feeling. "i... itto."

"louder." he thrusts into you hard enough to slam the headboard against the wall, and you squeal and grip his bicep, trying to steady yourself.

"itto!" you cry hoarsely. "itto, itto, itto!"

his canines scrape along the shell of your ear, nipping slightly as a low chuckle leaves him. "good girl. fuck, again."

you obey him, your cries of itto punctuated by moans and shrieks as he plunged in and out of you, a bulge appearing in your stomach with every thrust. you'd never been fucked like this before in your life, and you suspected that itto had successfully ruined any future sexual encounters for you with how good his cock stretched you, hitting every spot perfectly inside you.

"you're so fuckin' tight - gonna snap my cock clean off, fuck," he panted, suddenly shoving your legs back into a mating press, ignoring your startled cries of o-oh, itto?! as he continued to pound your pussy, your legs tensing in his hold.

oh, i'm not going to be able to walk for days after this...!

you mewled, slurring god knows what as tears streamed down the sides of your face from the overstimulation, his cock feeling like it was in your fucking lungs with each thrust. itto's breathing grew ragged and his hips stuttered as he slammed into you and came, eyelids fluttering a little as he filled you up with his thick, hot cum. you whimpered, unable to do anything but lie there and take it as your body shuddered through its own orgasm. your head flopped to the side for a moment before itto suddenly grabbed you, his cock sliding out of you as he spun you around so your back was against his chest and his chin was almost resting on your head. his arms slipped under your legs, pulling them back as you barely had time to react before he was fucking up into you again, your body still in the final throes of your last orgasm as itto's relentless pace hurtled you towards another one at record speed. you could do nothing but cry out in ecstasy, bouncing around in his lap as your last shards of any coherent thoughts focus on how you want itto to just tie you to the bed and fuck you forever if it meant feeling like this all the time.

his heavy balls slapped against your clit with each thrust, sending a sting of pleasure through you as itto grabbed your tits and squeezed them hard. your hands scrabbled to touch anything, desperate to ground yourself, and they rested on the meat of itto's strong thighs, nails digging crescent moon shapes into the skin as he moved. you were totally fucked out already and he'd barely even started - you would have taken him up for that energy drink if you knew how much stamina he had. itto's cock was smeared white with his own cum as he used you like a fleshlight, your teeth gritting as you felt the familiar heat build in your stomach. your body wriggled in his hold, and you heard him laugh darkly above you.

"gonna cum again, sweetheart?" he breathed into your ear, and you wailed in response. "that's it, thaaaat's fuckin' it, cum all over itto's cock, gonna fuckin' knock you up so you have my kids and can't go-."

you gasped, crying as you came, and you felt something in your stomach rush before you suddenly fucking squirt all over the duvet, itto's pleased crowing causing your cheeks to burn as your pussy pulses around his drenched cock, waves of pleasure flowing through your exhausted body. his hand slides over you to rub a quick circle over your clit, laughing a little when your body jerks and you whine loudly. he pulls out of you and pushes you gently onto the bed, reaching over to the bedside table as he opens a draw and pulls out two pink silicone vibrators. he'd figured he'd need them for foreplay, but had written it off immediately when he saw how wet you were. still, it would be a waste not to use them...

you stared at him blearily, head cocking slightly in confusion as he smiled down at you before throwing the toys on the duvet and climbing over you. he rubs his cock against your pussy, collecting slick and cum and lube on the tip before moving down slightly and poking against your ass. his golden eyes are blown with lust as he grips your arms tightly and pushes into your ass. you throw your head back with a cry as he barely gives you any time to adjust before starting up a rough pace, watching the way your tits bounce as he fucks you, your hands falling over your face from overwhelming emotion. you hear a click followed by a faint buzz, and you moan lewdly as itto shoves one of the vibrators inside you, the toy spitting small flecks of your slick from the high setting. the vibrations travel through your oversensitive pussy, and you look up at itto desperately, your brow knotting. how the fuck were you supposed to watch his streams normally after this? you'd gone past feeling simple sensation at this point - you'd been plunged headfirst into heavenly ecstasy, every nerve in your body set alight with pleasure. you wanted nothing more than to be fucked by itto for all eternity, feeling the stretch and push of his thick cock in and out of your sore holes for hours as he made you see stars...

"h-huh?! itto- oh!" your thoughts were cut off by a strangled moan as itto shoved another vibrator in your soaked cunt, his toned stomach hitting against the toys with each thrust, making sure they didn't slip out as he fucked your tight ass. your mouth hung open, a thin line of drool landing on your collarbone as your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body. the toys pressed right up against your gspot, buzzing unstoppably as itto grunted, his hands gripping your waist as he squeezes you in place, grinning as he drills into you.

"guh - itto! cumming - cumming again-!"

you cry out silently as you cum for the third time, clenching around itto's cock and the toys. itto pushes his hand a little more, shoving the vibrators in deeper as your brain whites out and your body spasms like you're being exorcised. he thrusts a few more times through his own orgasm, eyes squeezing shut as his cum spurts into your ass, some of it dripping out around his cock from the sheer amount. the toys continue to buzz, slowly slipping out of you as your orgasm fades and you weep at the intense feeling of it all. itto lifts you up a little to pull out of you, some of his cum falling from your ass as he lays you down and turns off the toys, scooting around your sex-scented body to check on you. your poor holes were totally busted, flushed and red and wet from his cock, and your eyes had rolled halfway up into your head as you breathed his name softly inbetween pleased sighs. your ass was red from the force of his thrusts, and your legs were still shaking.

he smacked your cheek gently. "how ya doin' there, babe?"

your head flopped in his general direction, soft lips parted as your chest rose and fell from exertion. you took a second to form words, lips mouthing around air before your voice, raspy from exhaustion, came to light.

"itto... pleeeeeasseeee, ittoooo... more... wanna go againnnnn..."

he's tired- that much is clear. it's visible from the bags under his eyes, the way he's covering his mouth as he yawns, the slightly groggy tone he has when he speaks. "what's got you up so late?" you can hear his concern even through the drowsiness.

you turn your head slowly, looking over the back of the couch to stare at his face. his brown hair is pulled into that low bun of his, some loose strands messily sticking out, but he makes it look good. his glasses are low on the bridge of his nose, his gaze sleepy, yet interested.

asahi definitely looked sleepy. lucky.

"i've been trying to sleep all night, but i just can’t… thought a boring movie might help, but it just woke me up even more…” you can't help but frown at the situation. you're normally asleep at this hour, and you always fall asleep before him.

"oh?" he asks as he leans against the doorway, "what kind of movie did you watch? you know that a movie really isn't the best thing to watch if you're trying to sleep." you can tell he's teasing you a bit, but his voice is soft, gentle. "i'm sure that if you try to relax enough, you'll be fast asleep in no time.”

your eyebrows furrow at his response, confused by his suddenly direct reaction. "what are you talking about, asahi?" this was so unlike him, but it was late at night. 

"i can see you're also having trouble sleeping, so how about we do something together to distract ourselves?" his tone is slightly pleading but also encouraging at the same time. “a little sleepover- what do you say?" his expression still shows slight drowsiness, but now you can clearly notice the way he's trying to look a little more awake as he offers a little smile.

your breath catches for a second at his response. asahi wanted you to go in his room with him?

"w-wait, what?”

you guess it did make some sense, he's obviously tired and you were only keeping him awake the longer you made noise in the apartment. but at the same time…

his voice suddenly grows a little softer- he's a bit embarrassed after your reaction. "it-it's nothing unusual," he says. "j-just roommates sharing a bed since we both can't sleep. there's nothing more to it…” he sighs at the end and waits for you to answer him. he still looks rather tired, but he's trying to look awake for you.

“i… i guess that might help..." you mumble back. he was bigger than you, maybe he'd be a good space heater for the night. you reach over to pick up the remote and turn off the tv, standing up to look at him. "give me a minute, i'm going to go change into some pajamas, okay?”

"o-okay," he answers, nodding. “'i'II be waiting for you and-," he adds quickly after, lowering his voice even though you're the only two people in the apartment, "we'll just sleep, okay? so don't get the wrong idea."

there's a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he continues to look at you. your eyes widen at his response, quickly turning and shuffling to your room. was he really thinking about stuff like that? with you? you hadn't even thought about him in that way before, not since the apartment complex assigned you two to be roommates, but now your skin is burning bright red as you change into your pajamas.

a soft silence fills the apartment, as if the only sound that was allowed to exist is the small noises of you changing your clothes so you can share the bed with asahi.

"she's getting changed," he mumbles quietly to himself, "she's still tired and we're just sharing the bed. nothing more. nothing more.” 

i'm being stupid, you think to yourself.

he's just looking out for his roommate, nothing more. 

you change quickly into your pajamas, walking back out to the living room and turning to find asahi. he’s is sitting up, his legs crossed with an arm tucked under his head, trying his best to look awake, even though you can tell he just wants to lay back and sleep.

his expression softens when he sees you back in the room. “ready?” pulling down the bottom of your nightgown, you nod your head and start walking towards him after you shut your bedroom door.

now you're the one making asahi nervous. he shifts slightly, standing up and freezing in place. his tone is quiet and he tries to keep his eyes from wandering to your nightgown for more than a few seconds. don't do anything stupid, he thinks to himself, you're just two roommates sharing a bed, this is nothing out of the ordinary. asahi doesn't say anything more, just staying quiet and waiting for you to stand next to him.

nodding your head, you walk towards him and he pulls you into a deep hug, your body is suddenly squeezed against his large chest. you hug him back when he pulls you in, feeling warm as your bodies press against each other.

he pulls back, grabbing your hand and starts to walk you towards his room.

when he opens the door, you suddenly realize that even though you were roommates, you have never been in his room before. his desk is covered in designs he was planning for work, and the rest of the room is all so clean in contrast to yours. 

“whoa…”

staring down at the drawings on the desk, you can't help but gape. "you never let me see any of the designs while you're working on them, these are great asahi…” you notice he's gone silent, looking up to see him staring down at you in an awkward expression. he suddenly seems uncomfortable, not wanting to look in your direction now, yet he still grabs your hand tightly and leads you toward his bed. he's acting slightly odd now, but again, it's probably due to how late it is.

you sit on the edge of the bed and look back up at him with wide eyes as he turns to pull his long hair out of its bun, letting it drape around his face. pulling his t-shirt over his head, your body stiffens at his actions. 

he's just trying to get comfortable for sleep, right?

the thought of him possibly sleeping shirtless right next to you makes your heartbeat quicken and the blood rush to your face. this is the first time you've seen his bare chest, and you can't bring yourself to look away. his body is even more built than you thought it'd be, with muscles everywhere you look and even a slight tan. he's a handsome man, you've always thought that, but you can't deny that he's suddenly become even more hot in front of you.

he doesn't say anything, and just gazes at you for a moment. his face, however, has become a little red as he holds his shirt. in other circumstances, his actions would probably come off as flirting and seductive... but this is asahi. he wouldn't flirt with his roommate. he most likely just wants to get dressed for the night. "i-i'm just getting comfortable for sleep," he says quickly after, his voice cracking a bit. "nothing unusual.”

your breath catches, your eyes widening as you slowly nod your head at him. you can't take your eyes off him, and you don't know what to do as he turns around. you don't say anything and your eyes wander from his muscular back to the way his long hair drapes over his bare arms and upper body, revealing more of his physique. as if by instinct, your mind goes to the idea of him in nothing but boxers. he sits on the bed beside you and then lays down, glancing over at you with a slightly nervous expression.

"t-the marks. on your body... what are the bruises from?” after the words leave your mouth, you freeze, realizing maybe you shouldn't have asked that. but you had never really seen him like this before, and definitely not this close. you scramble to cover up what you said quick in embarrassment.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have asked. you... you used to play sports, right? there's pictures at your desk, they must be from that, yeah?” with the light remains of bruises scattering his legs and forearms, it catches your attention and it feels more like you're talking to them rather than him.

he's confused at your comments for a split second before he realizes what you're talking about, and his face becomes red. he suddenly sits up. "don't ask about that, it's not your business," he whispers. but when you mention the pictures to him, he sighs a little and closes his eyes for a moment. "yeah, i'm a former volleyball player," he says, his voice slightly shaky. "stopped playing as soon as i graduated high school.” you notice his shoulders slump a little.

your eyebrows furrow, looking up at him. "why'd you stop? it looks like you enjoyed it in the pictures, and i'm sure you were great.”

you notice that his expression softens a little. "i did enjoy playing, yeah," he says, his voice a bit quieter but still audible. "i wasn't amazing or anything, but i had a lot of fun with my friends.” he takes a moment to rub his eyes, looking tired again. "but then i got busy with life after graduating and, well..." he leaves his explanation hanging. "i don't wanna talk about this stuff now," he whispers, looking down. "i just... wanna sleep.”

“okay…” you whisper out, shuffling how you sit on the edge of the bed and playing with the edge of your nightgown. "how do you want to do this? w-want to lay down i mean. like… who goes where or whatever..." your face is burning again at your slip of words.

he looks over at you, taking in your appearance a little more. now that he's actually paying attention to you, he seems to notice a lot more details, like the way your hair falls over you, and the soft blush on your face, but he doesn't say anything. his only response is a nod as he moves to lay down on his back, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. he looks over at you for a moment and smiles warmly. "you can lay down next to me, if you want?”

you look up, staring at him before nodding and shuffling on the bed to lay down next to the wall. asahi reaches over to the nightstand, turning off the lamp and laying back down under the blankets. the room turns quiet as you fall asleep, dark and still as your breathing evens out and you both lull to sleep. 

it's calm for a while, silent before your body jolts as you wake up suddenly, panting and looking around. you take a moment to try and calm yourself down, your mind racing with thoughts as your eyes dart around the room, but everything is dark. 

you're suddenly aware of asahi next to you, still asleep with his arms wrapped around a pillow. he's quiet and still, the faint scent of his shampoo lingering in the air. your heart begins to slow down and your breathing, along with your thoughts, becomes steady. your head leans back towards the ceiling, letting out a sigh as you turn to look at asahi.

you tap his shoulder lightly, trying to wake him up. you feel bad doing it, he looks so peaceful and you could tell he was tired, but you need something. someone. him. "a-asahi? are you awake?”

he seems a bit surprised as you tap his shoulder, but he slowly wakes up and looks over at you. his expression becomes a little confused and groggy. "what's wrong?" he asks, sounding half asleep and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. he looks rather tired from the lack of sleep, moving slightly to get a bit closer to you. "is everything okay? do you need something?”

"i-i... i'm sorry, i shouldn't have woken you up. it's nothing.” you scramble back to your side of the bed, turning away and pulling your legs into your chest.

stupid, stupid, stupid…

"it's okay," asahi says, trying to comfort you. "you don't need to apologize for that. we're roommates, you know? do you want to tell me what the issue is?" his voice is quiet and soothing, trying to make you feel better. he seems to notice how you're sitting away from him, your body slightly shaking. "hey, come here, " he whispers, scooting over to make room for you again. "i don't think you need to stay away.”

"i-i keep having nightmares... every night since i've moved... and it keeps happening more and more. i can’t sleep anymore...” you roll over to look up in his eyes. “that's why i was up earlier. i don’t- i can't... i'm sorry.”

asahi thinks about your words for a moment and then scoots a bit closer again in order to put an arm around you. "hey, it's alright," he whispers, his voice sounding soft and caring. "i'm here for you, if you need me. i'm here for you.”

"you didn't do anything wrong, you hear me?" he sounds comforting as he pulls your body a little closer to his. "you want me to hold you? can i do that for you?" his tone switches from formal to much more intimate, catching you by surprise. you nod your head, ducking it and tucking into his chest. he's warm, and even though his chest is covered with muscles, he still feels soft. you feel his arm slip over your shoulders as he pulls you closer to his body, wrapping the blankets around both of you. your bodies are closely pressed against each other, your breathing in sync. after silence settles for a minute with only your breaths being heard, you speak up quietly. 

"it's funny, i've been your roommate for over a month now, but tonight was the first time i've ever seen your room, and we honestly know nothing about each other.”

once you speak up, asahi sighs a little. "i guess that's true…" he whispers, his voice full of tiredness. “we’ve lived together that long but we really know nothing about each other, huh...” he smiles slightly and caresses your hair. "it does sound a bit funny, now that you mention it.”

"maybe that's why i keep having nightmares... staying in a new place with someone i don't know…” you whisper it under your breath, more to yourself than to him, but it was the truth. you barely know anything besides how each other look and each other’s daily schedules.

your words seem to have been loud enough for asahi to hear, his hand moving from your hair to your lower back as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer than before.

"maybe that really is the issue." he sounds a little more awake than he was before now, his eyes open wider. "it wouldn't make sense to have all these nightmares if you weren't worried about anything.”

"but that's not a concern at all. " he continues. "i'm not a threat to you, am i?" his expression has gone from being sleepy to a bit more serious, yet still calm. you start to feel how tightly he's holding you in his arms as you bury your face in his shoulder, his body so warm, and his breathing, though quiet, is slow and steady.

your face starts burning in embarrassment even more as you tuck your face further into him. "you did scare me a bit when i first moved here, you look kinda intimidating sometimes.”

"you think i look intimidating? why?" he asks, his voice a bit surprised and confused. "i'm not a scary guy, you know that, right?” he lets out an awkward laugh and adjusts his arm around your waist. “my friends say i’m actually quite the softie.”

a giggle leaves your throat as you finally look up, staring into his eyes. "nah, i’m not scared anymore. you're like... i dunno. a big teddy bear, i guess. bears that look big and scary, but are actually cuddly sweeties, unless you piss them off.”

asahi smiles as you look up at him, his expression now softer. "that's actually a really cute analogy," he says, his voice full of warmth. “guess i see what you mean though," he says, smiling warmly at you. "i am a big guy, so..." he lets out a small snicker again.

his arm moves from your waist to your leg as he places his free hand underneath your head and pulls you closer still.

feeling his hands move across your skin like that makes your eyes suddenly squeeze shut and your breath catch slightly. "d-definitely a big guy…”

"what'd you think of me? what animal do you think i'm like?" your eyes flutter back open, staring up into his. you can almost feel his eyes wander your body, exploring every inch of your skin with a look of interest, as if he was trying to memorize everything about you.

"hmm... what kind of animal would you be? well…” he takes a moment to think. "you're kinda like a rabbit, to be honest with you," he says, his voice having changed from soothing and calm to a bit more intimate. "cute and adorable, with those big, lovely eyes of yours.”

he lets out a soft chuckle again as he continues, "yeah, you're a rabbit." he looks down at you again. "is that okay with you?" his hand moves down your thigh as he speaks, caressing your leg and making his way toward the hem of your nightgown.

staring into his eyes, you can't help the shiver that runs across your body from his touch. "but don't bears eat bunnies?" you whisper up at him.

he lets out a small laugh again at your comment and his eyes travel your body more. as his hand reaches the hem of your nightgown, your skin bristles under his touch. "not this bear," he continues, his voice quiet and calming. “i won't eat you, no. so don't worry about it.” he shifts his body a little once again and suddenly pulls you even closer to him as his free hand slides up your leg a tiny bit further. "shall i show you how gentle i truly am?" he whispers.

"maybe..." you whisper back, your breaths deep as you feel his hands against your skin, trying to calm yourself as much as you can. your face immediately burns red at your own words, embarrassed in anticipation for his response.

his smile becomes slightly wider as he hears your last words, his free hand slowly and softly trailing your leg as his eyes become wider and more intense. "did i hear you correctly, little bunny?" he whispers, his voice barely audible. "do you want me to do that?” the hand caressing your leg moves up a bit more and starts to pet your thigh, his fingernails barely touching your skin.

you nod your head lightly, arching your back and letting out a small whimper when you feel his hand pulling away.

am i seriously doing this?

but he's just so...

"big teddy bear can do whatever he wants.”

his smile becomes wider and his face slowly moves closer to yours. "i’m going to be very gentle with you. very, very gentle.” he whispers, his voice very soft but still a bit more intimate than before.

the sound of the bed sheets rustling and the blankets being adjusted is heard as asahi moves himself closer to you and shifts himself to have better access to your body. his hand moves back up your thigh and touches your nightgown again, making his fingers skim over you.

you can’t help but squirm when you feel his big hands ghosting your skin, fingers playing with your nightgown, staring up into his pretty brown eyes as you nod your head.

“more.”

your words make his smile widen and his eyes look more alive. his touch becomes a little more firm and his breathing becomes a bit heavier. "tell me what to do, little bunny." his voice is barely audible as his body moves slightly on top of you, waiting for your instructions, looking down at you with his hands still on your legs and his breath catching slightly in his throat. a small whimper leaves your mouth as you stare up at him, his long hair hanging down, framing your face.

"want teddy bear to kiss me." you whisper under your breath.

“i can do that," he whispers, looking at you intently. he leans down closer and places a small kiss on your lips, his hand moving up your thigh slowly. his lips are soft, gentle and almost scared against yours. they linger on yours for a few seconds before pulling away.

“what else?” his body moves closer to you once again as his hand reaches the bottom of your nightgown and he starts to lift it up a little. "tell me what you want, little bunny.” he whispers, his voice now sounding just a bit more desperate.

your breathing is getting heavier, your eyes unable to separate from his.

“again.”

your answer makes him lean down and claim your lips for a second time. his hand sneaks under your nightgown and moves it upward, his touch becoming a little more firm. still as gentle as he can make it, but definitely more firm than before.

"like that, sweetheart?" he whispers, his voice sounding more desperate by the second as his breath catches in his throat. his eyes are glued to yours and his body shifts a little bit on top of yours. "do you want me to keep going?" he asks softly.

you nod your head quickly, not wanting him to stop. "uh huh, please.” you arch your back as you felt his hands getting higher while they pull at your nightgown, aiding him as he tries to lift it.

he grins at you and moves his free hand to your thigh before pulling on your nightgown once again. he lets out a soft groan as your body curves ever so slightly from your movements. "you're a really good girl, little bunny." he whispers as he continues, bringing you even closer. "you like when your big teddy bear kisses you, don't you?"

"i'll give you more, sweetheart.”

a long whine leaves your mouth as you feel a sudden chill when the fabric of your nightgown is lifted higher, his flingers tracing lines across your skin, making you want more and more from him. "pleaseee, want you so bad.”

"i love you, little bunny." 

as soon as the words pass through his lips his face looks more anxious. "i really do love you, you know that, right?” he whispers as his hand continues to move your nightgown up more and more, his fingertips touching and caressing every inch of skin they can reach within reason. your own breathing is heavy now, as you're barely managing to control your own desires at this point. "do you want me to kiss you again?”

you nod your head rapidly, not wanting him to stop. his lips are addicting, you can't help it.

“more.”

the sound of the fabric moving and rustling is loud in the otherwise quiet room as his hand manages to pull the nightgown just a little bit higher than before. he leans over you and places his lips on yours for a third time, his tongue slowly slipping out and brushing against your lips as his body presses against yours, his free hand caressing your body.

you can't help but moan when you feel his tongue slip in and brush against yours, moving in your mouth in a way that makes you melt in his arms even more. it's like your tongues were made for each other, fitting in the other's mouth perfectly. at the sound of your moans, he smiles widely against your lips as his tongue continues to dance with yours. as if he's been waiting to kiss you like this, as if he's been missing something from his life and you're finally filling that gap.

his hand holds on tight to your body, like he's finally fulfilling one of his dreams. you're breathless, and so is he. "do you want more? little bunny?” you're panting, gazing back up into his deep chocolate eyes. the higher his hands run under your nightgown, the more your body shivers, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you lean up to press a small kiss on his stubbly chin.

he lets out a soft groan when you kiss him, looking all the more hungry as he stares at you. his breathing is more frantic, as if he's just found the missing thing he's been looking for. "god, you're just so damn beautiful," he whispers to you, his other hand starting to move the fabric of your nightgown up higher and higher. he seems to be in a hurry despite already managing to reach your thighs, and the way he glances at you tells you that he seems to be contemplating whether or not to really do it…

"do you want me to take off your nightgown?”

a small breath leaves your mouth when you hear what he says. you knew that the situation was growing heavier, and you couldn't deny that you wanted asahi, but you didn't think that he'd actually ask you something like that.

"d-do you want to?”

asahi looks at you for a moment, his body pressed against yours and his fingers hovering above your clothes. his eyes travel to the nightgown that's barely covering you. the way his eyes dart from the nightgown to your face shows how conflicted he feels, and after a moment of silence, his eyes finally find yours once again.

his voice is barely audible when he speaks, as if that question itself scares him a bit. "i do... i really do, baby.” he closes his eyes and looks away for a moment before opening them again. "but only if you really want it." as he speaks, his hand lightly caresses your leg. "can i take off your nightgown, sweetheart?” 

your breathing is heavy, and you stare into his eyes as you nod your head slowly, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards the fabric at the edge of your nightgown.

asahi’s eyes light up when he sees what you're attempting to do, his hand moving slowly as he takes hold of the rim of your nightgown. he takes a moment before slowly starting to lift it upwards, not taking his eyes off yours at any moment. he doesn't pull it off all at once- he does it slowly, slowly revealing pieces of your skin as he goes. with a small smile and the occasional gasps and moans, it's obvious that both him and you like this.

as the fabric is slowly raised, you're exposed to the cold air of the bedroom, and it tickles your skin, making you shiver under his light touch. you can't help but let a small whimper escape your lips as you stare up at his focused expression. he pulls the fabric further and further, allowing your body to become fully exposed to his gaze- your skin bare, exposed, vulnerable.

"do you like this, sweetheart?” asahi asks, his voice more quiet than ever. he moves his face close to yours and gives you a quick kiss on your lips. "i want to see you up close. can i?" he whispers.

a moan slips through your mouth from his movements, his words, everything happening at once. "please.”

he breathes deeply and moves his face away, looking at you for a moment before leaning down towards you again. his voice is quiet, full of affection, and he drags his thumb across your lips as moves his mouth back to your ear. "little bunny, i want you to feel good..." he whispers. 

"i want you to feel good with your big teddy bear.” he moves your hair away from your face and leans his face close to yours again, his fingers petting your lips. "can we keep going? would you like that?”

the calluses on his fingers scrapes at your lips, but for some reason, it makes everything even more exciting. you reach your hands up, trailing them over his chest to link around his shoulders, and whisper out a small “yes.”

his heartbeat becomes quicker as you place your hands on his body, his breathing faster and he lets out a small, quiet moan before leaning forward and placing his lips on your own again. his hands slowly move down until they reach your bare chest. his fingers brushing against your skin as he continues kissing you with everything he can pour out of himself.

you can’t help but moan into his mouth when you feel his large hands ghosting your tits, the touches so light it tickles your skin and makes you whine for more.

his lips never leave yours as he kisses you with all his enthusiasm and passion, his hands slowly and carefully mapping your bare skin, as if he's afraid he'd accidentally hurt you. your moans and whimpers makes him feel the need to do even more as he kisses you harder and more eagerly than before, feeling like he's trying to memorize your taste. your fingers move into his hair and you pull him closer.

the feeling of his lips linked with yours and his hands caressing your bare skin sends sensations throughout your entire body. it makes your legs quiver and you struggle to maintain control over your own body while he continues to kiss you. when he finally pulls back to take a breath, you’re panting with your head rolled back, a smile beginning to spread across your face.

"such a teddy bear," you breathe out with your eyes shut, chuckling slightly under your breath.

his face is bright red and his breathing is a bit shaky, but he doesn't feel the need to say anything yet as he places his hand back on your chest and lightly squeezes your tits. "such a good little bunny," he whispers. “i've wanted to do this with you for so long." his voice is still very soft, his smile beaming. “are you happy? can i kiss you again?" he asks, his voice filled with desire.

a giggle leaves your mouth as you finally open your eyes again, looking up at him. you slowly reach your hand up, weaving it through his long hair and smile back at him. "definitely happier now, asahi." you nod your head and lean up until your lips meet, kissing him again.

when his lips once again meet yours, they clash with more intensity than before. his tongue slips out quickly, smashing with yours, his fingers moving down your body once again as he begins rubbing your bare back. "you're so beautiful when you're smiling like that, you know that right?” he whispers against your lips, his voice sounding more like a murmur. "you're so perfect when your voice is filled with little giggles and your face has that cute smile.” his thumb strokes your back as he leans back down, his tongue continuing to map your mouth.

you can’t help but blush at what he's saying, already feeling lightheaded by everything happening, and now feeling even more on edge through the kiss. your fingers tangle in his hair, trying to drag him somehow even closer as you wrap your leg around him. with a little giggle, he lets himself be pulled closer as you continue kissing him. he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you even more, pressing your bodies together more and more the longer the kiss lasts. your breathing is heavy, and the kiss is getting more passionate as your tongues play with each other. small sounds of pleasure escape your lips when he pulls his tongue away from yours. "can i be a bit more... bold... this time, little bunny?" he whispers.

you smile up at him through heavy breaths, trying to somehow think straight. "how can you be more bold than this?”

he grins as he gives you a small, teasing smirk. "there's much more i can do than just kiss you, little bunny. can i please show you what i can do?" he whispers, his voice full of affection and desire. his hands continue to caress your body, moving up and down as he gently strokes you. "can i touch you more? can we go further than just kisses and little touches? sweetheart, please let me see all of you.”

you melt into his gentle touches, smiling. opening your eyes to stare back into his as your nails trail slowly from his scalp, along his shoulders, down his back. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants to do to me.”

asahi lets out a small moan when you drag your nails down his body, his hands continuing to caress you, his voice becoming more desperate. "i want to touch your pussy, sweetie,” he whispers as his face somehow becomes even more red. "will you let me touch you there? little bunny, please? can i see you, all of you?”

a small shiver runs through your body as you hear his words and feel his hands moving across your skin. 

this is too good.

"y-you can... if you take off your sweatpants too. so we're even..." a blush runs down your skin at his words and touches, but you want him so much.

his cheeks become a little more red as you say this, but he quickly nods at you and begins removing his sweatpants. "anything for you, little bunny.” his hands move from your body and he slides his sweatpants down, revealing his toned legs and tight underwear. the sight in front of you makes your breath catch- his arms flexing as he pulls his sweatpants off, showing his thick, muscular thighs that make you whimper. as he crawls back onto the bed, it displays his muscles and sends shivers down your spine. he sits down next to you and slowly caresses your body again, his touch a little more intimate now, his gaze filled with love and affection. "sweetheart, can i touch you now?”

when you feel his big hands lightly smoothing the skin on your tummy, your heartbeat starts speeding up- but when you hear him speak and look up into his big kind eyes, you immediately calm.

his touch gets more firm and intimate as his hands move up your torso, towards your breasts. your can feel his hands caressing your skin, gently stroking your tits with his callused fingers, making them move ever so slightly. this time, the sounds coming from your lips sound more like moans than anything. 

"they're so pretty, little bunny." asahi whispers as he continues caressing you. as he speaks, his hands continue to caress your skin, as if he’s worshiping your body with every touch. then, once he's close enough, he leans forward and takes one of your tits into his mouth, suckling it lightly. you can't help the long whine that slips from your mouth at the feeling, him rolling the nipple between his lips. when he pulls back, a small line of saliva connects it to his mouth.

"little bunny, your skin is so soft…” his voice is soft with a smile as he continues caressing your body. his touch is still light, but you can tell he wants to do so much more. his hands start trailing lower and lower until his fingers touch the edge of your panties. "can i touch you down there, little bunny? can i touch you there and show you how much i love you?" his words are quiet, eyes glued to his hands as they tremble.

"please, asahi." you whisper out. you can tell he's nervous, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. with a quick nod, his hands move beneath the waistband of your panties, his fingers slowly moving across the surface of your skin as he pulls them down. 

"i'll make you feel good, little bunny…” his voice is quiet and filled with desires he's wanted to fulfill for so long. "do you... do you want me, little bunny? do you want me to touch your pussy and show you how good it can feel?" he whispers softly as his fingers continue moving, lightly trailing across your folds, searching for the perfect spot.

your back arches and you can’t help but squirm under his touch, his big, warm hands pawing at you and turning you into mush. "yesss, want teddy bear to touch me." you’re mewling from his touch, his words.

"please, daddy.” you whisper with your eyes squeezed shut.

asahi’s head snaps up to look at you as you call him that, and a huge blush spreads across his face. his voice becomes even quieter than before when he speaks again. "little bunny, can you... call me that again? can you call me daddy, please?” 

as he speaks, his long, thick fingers slip into your pussy, sinking deeper and deeper, searching for the perfect spot. he's using so much restraint now, as if he's afraid of moving too fast for you, your sounds and words turning him into a complete mess.

his thumb brushes against your clit and makes your vision go blank, your body tensing up, flinging your head back into the pillow below as you cry out. "there! right there, daddy!”

his breath catches when your voice peaks and your body tenses under his touch. "right there, little bunny?" he whispers, still unable to believe that you just called him “daddy”, and how loud you were when you did it. you were always so quiet, but your moans and whimpers are making him weak on his knees.

his thumb continues to circle your clit, his other fingers reaching deep to rub the inside of your pussy as he keeps up with the movement you like so much. "d-don't stop asahi." you whine out, your eyes fluttering back open to stare at his face. "s...so good.”

"i... i won't stop. i promise.” his hands keep going, his fingers moving with rhythm and a pace that makes you mewl. he presses his lips against your neck and whispers in your ear. "little bunny, do you feel all hot and tingly down there? do you feel it building up?”

"i do, i do!” you cry out, your cunt feeling like it's burning under his touch, your breathing getting quicker and quicker. he tilts his head and takes a small kiss, a little teasing nip on your neck as he leans over you again. "tell me how good it feels…”

"f-feels a-amazing." you stutter, turning into a mumbling mess under his hands. his fat fingers feel like fire against your skin, and he continues to make you feel good, slowly moving his fingers in circles and caressing the same spot over and over again. his breaths become louder as he puts as much attention as he can into making you feel good.

"i want you to tell me when you're about to cum." his voice becomes softer and softer as he speaks. “little bunny, can you please tell daddy when you feel it?" his hands are slightly trembling now as he continues moving his fingers back and forth, massaging your cunt to the sound of your moans.

you nod your head quickly, mewling under his touch. "c-close daddy, i’m close.”

his lips curl up into a smile as he hears your words, his touch becoming more intense and aggressive in attempt to make you feel the best he can. "that's it, little bunny." he whispers. "keep going. keep going. i'm right here…” your body starts trembling and your breaths grow louder. you're so close now, and you might not be able to hold back for much longer.

your body suddenly tenses up, squeezing in on itself as you subconsciously curl your limbs together. a long and loud cry escapes your mouth as you start shaking around his fingers.

“asahiiiii!”

his own voice breaks as he hears you cry out his name. "yes, baby! you can do it!"

"mhm... yes, little bunny..." he leans closer towards you and holds you close, kissing you for a few long seconds before whispering into your ear once again. "let it go, sweetie. let it go." his words and touches are filled with love and affection, your arms clinging to him as your body begins to calm down, whimpers spilling from your mouth as you look up at him with shaky eyes.

he's blushing when he looks back at you with a huge smile. "you did it… good job, little bunny." he whispers, as his damp fingers slowly slipping out and moving to caress your thigh. "does it feel good now? do you…” he slowly sits back on his knees, moving close to you and caressing your hair as your head rests on his chest. "tell me. how do you feel now? was it good, princess?" he whispers, sounding a bit nervous.

you look up at his flustered face and nod in response. "uh huh… yeah.” you stare at him for a while, looking his body up and down before taking notice of something and whispering, "you didn't get to do anything though, did you?”

his face becomes slightly redder as you point that out to him. "eh... n-no, not really... but that's okay! you don't have to do anything for me." he whispers, and the way he's looking at you is different than before. he wraps his arms around your body and hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head. "is there... anything i can do for you? is there anything you want from me?”

you tilt your head up to look at him. “but that's not fair for you. i want my teddy bear to be happy too, like you made me." you can’t help the look of innocence on your face- he deserves to feel like that too.

his blush gets deeper when you point that out to him. "i... no, no, it's okay. i don't need to feel good right now." he whispers, still trying to avoid the situation. but when he sees that innocent look on your face, he gives up and slowly leans down towards you.

"okay, fine! you can… reward me then, princess." his voice becomes slightly breathy by the way you're looking at him. "can i have your mouth then, please?"

a small smile spreads across your face when you hear his response, nodding your head. "anything you want, asahi.”

his lips slowly and lightly press against yours as he leans to kiss you. this isn't the heated make-out session you just had with him- this is slow, tender. one hand slowly trails down from your hair to your back, gently caressing you, his other hand holding you close to his body. his eyes slowly close and his heart flutters with excitement. "you're so beautiful, princess." he murmurs softly as his lips remain pressed against yours.

you can feel his scruff tickling your chin as he whispers, and it makes you giggle lightly. you shuffle around so you can sit up a little better, making it easier for him to reach your mouth without making him lean down so far. it's impossible not to melt into his soft kisses, and it makes you feel like you were almost… connected. he continues slowly kissing you as you move, making sure to adjust his head just right to make you feel comfortable. his tongue slowly touches your lips, teasing them and causing you to smile- this is much more intimate than the other kisses. "do you want to lay back down, princess?" he whispers lightly.

"mmm hmm…” you mumble against his lips, following his movements as he begins to rotate how you sit. his strong arms slide down to wrap around your waist as he lowers you onto your back, towering over you as your lips remain connected. his arms slowly move away from your waist and caress your body as his lips move from your mouth to your neck to press gentle, soft love bites. "you taste so good..." he whispers, his head moving up and down your body. "i want so much more, princess.”

you can’t help but moan as you feel his mouth suck and nibble at your collarbones, the feeling so good as his body heat spreads across yours. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants- it's your turn." you breathe out.

asahi suddenly freezes, looking up slowly and smiling when he hears your words. "do you mean... you'll let me…" he pauses for a tiny moment, a small bit of hope shining in his eyes. “i can do whatever i want? i can play with you however i want?”

a smile spreads across your face and a small giggle escapes when you hear his response. he's so cute. 

"yes asahi.”

his eyes light up and his entire face becomes bright red when he hears your giggle. "thank you, little bunny..." he breathes out. his fingers start trailing across your body once more, his movements becoming quicker and more eager. "are you ready, princess? just let me know if it's too much and i'll stop, please tell me if you feel any pain." his words are spoken with so much affection and worry, his eyes lidded as he continues to explore your body.

"i think i'm ready." you say, looking up at him with a smile. "i'Il tell you, i promise.”

his fingers and mouth keep moving across your body, suckling your skin and leaving kisses. "good, princess. good, good…” he whispers, his voice filled with affection. he can't help but feel giddy as he continues touching your body, feeling you react to his touch. his hand goes back up to your hair and he gives it a gentle stroke as he lifts his head. "just tell me if it starts to hurt, okay, princess?”

you nuzzle his hand as it strokes your hair, giving a small nod in response as you lift your legs. hiking them around his back, you begin to tug and play with the waistband of his boxers with your toes.

his eyes widen and a huge smile appears on his face. "oh? is baby bunny helping me with something?" his fingers move away from your hair and he gently grabs and slightly pulls his boxers down. "are you trying to get rid of these, princess?" he whispers, a big smile on his face as he watches you. "do you want me to be fully naked for you too, little bunny?”

"uh huh." you murmur under your breath as you watch his hands grabbing the waistband, slowly lowering your legs back down to the mattress to give him easier access. "daddy bear's being too slow.”

asahi can't help but laugh when you call him “daddy bear". he smiles down at you as he throws his boxers to the side and then sits back down next to you. he leans forwards and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek. "is there anything else you want, little bunny? anything else you need from your daddy bear?”

you reach your hand over and brush some of his fallen hair out of his face, taking your time to look him over with wide eyes. he's big- that was a given though. thick length and a fat sack, you can tell he’s going to stretch you out, and it makes your breath catch for a second. you weren't sure what you were expecting, but he's definitely better than you imagined. "j-just want you to be happy... i want you, asahi.”

"oh, i know... i want you a lot too, princess. is… is that okay? can i have you?" he asks softly. his heart starts to beat extremely fast in his chest, his face bright red as if he's ashamed to ask. when he speaks, he's as soft as before, his voice gentle and filled with love and affection. "is it okay if i have your body, little bunny?” he asks, his eyes fluttering closed to avoid looking at you for a moment.

you slowly reach over towards him, grasping his hand with yours and pulling it from where it sat on his leg. holding your hands together, you stare at him as you slowly reach your conjoined hands downward until your fingers start to wrap around his cock. "yes, asahi." you breathe out.

his voice is soft and gentle as he finally opens his eyes again to look at you, watching as you grab ahold of his cock in a gentle, tight grip. he shivers under your touch, and a small groan escapes him. "oh my- oh, god... oh my god, princess…” he grips the bed sheets tightly. 

“good… good, little bunny."

you move your hand up and down slowly, pumping his fat cock to the noises that escape his mouth. the sounds he's making are so hot, you can't help but groan from hearing them.

"is it okay, asahi?” you whisper out, adjusting your hand in attempt to fit fully around his throbbing thickness.

he doesn't respond for a few moments, his breath coming out as little whimpers. "is it okay? no, no, it's okay…” his words sound muffled as his voice becomes filled with desire. he closes his eyes again as his face turns completely red. "it's more than okay, little bunny, it's amazing- i…” his voice stays soft and gentle, but he doesn't try to hide how good he feels from your touch. 

"your grip is so s-soft, and it feels... i-i'm gonna…” you start feeling him begin to tense up, and you yank your hand away quickly, stopping the movements immediately.

"no! baby, no, don't stop!” he sounds desperate as he opens his eyes to look at you. "it... i... it felt so good! what are you doing, princess?" he whines, his voice filled with anxiety now. "please don't stop, princess, please! i was so close, it felt so good…”

you can’t help the small giggle that leaves your mouth when you see his response. 

he's so cute when he's worried.

"don't want you to finish in my hands, asahi. i think... i think i want you to…" a blush spreads across your face as you look down, unsure how to express what you want to say.

his expression relaxes and his eyes become soft as they look at you, moving his fingers through your hair to reassure you.. "you want me to...? little bunny, do you want... me to... inside you?” his voice is slightly unsure, but excited as he begins to connect the dots to what you want. "i... i want to, yes, but are you sure little bunny? do you think you're ready for it?” he sounds concerned despite how much he wants it, because he's afraid he'll hurt you. if you ask him, he'll give you everything you want, but he's still scared he'll make a mistake or be too rough.

you nod your head quickly in return, watching the emotions change across his face. "i'm ready asahi, i want you." you can't separate your eyes from his. "need you.”

the way you're looking at him pushes him over the edge, and without another word, he quickly rolls over so that he's hovering over you. his legs slowly slide into position and he reaches down to lift your legs up on his shoulders. "little bunny, you're so amazing," he whispers, his eyes still locked on yours as he slowly moves closer to you. he moves his head down to your chest and begins to kiss you passionately at the neck, his breath becoming deeper with each passing moment. "i need you too, princess.”

you can’t help but whimper when his lips attach to your neck again, your legs hiked over his shoulders in a foreign position you’d never been in before. "pleaseee, asahi!" you whine out, his tongue and lips gently licking and suckling your skin as he slowly moves back up your body. his face is right next to your ear, the heat of his breath tickling you as his voice becomes softer.

"yes, princess, i'm right here.” his arms wrap around you once again as he gently pulls you closer to him and kisses you. "can i? can i cum in you, little bunny?" he whispers against your lips, his fingers trailing across your body as he waits for your answer.

you nod your head rapidly, whimpering as you feel his touches. "uh huh, yes, please.” your words are coming out fast and slurred, whining in want for him.

his whole face lights up as he hears your answer and he slowly starts to move himself lower, making sure that you'll be comfortable the whole time. "okay, okay, just relax, princess. just let daddy take care of you.”

"just tell me if i’m doing too much, okay, baby bun?" his voice is soft and gentle as he tries to calm you. if this is what you want, and you're okay with it, then he's okay with it too.

"i-i will, daddy.” your voice comes out like a whisper, yearning for his touch as you watch him line up. he shivers when you say "daddy", and you see his legs tremble a little once he's finally in position. his fingers run through your hair as he takes a deep breath in.

"okay. i'm... i'm ready, princess.” he leans forwards and kisses you gently, his eyes closing as he moves closer. "just... breathe, okay, little bunny?”

your breath catches when you feel him push forward and into you, your eyes rolling back and clenching shut at the wide stretch. “a-a-asahi!"

he lets out a quiet groan when he hears your voice break, his body quivering and his lips trembling as he stares at you affectionately. he pushes in slowly, allowing your body time to adjust to the sensation as he feels you clenching around him.

"is... is everything okay, princess?" he asks softly, his own voice shaky with nerves and excitement. he's moving very slowly in an effort to be gentle, wanting to take his time and try not to hurt you. "are you okay? does it feel good, little bunny?” he whispers, his fingers moving back up your body to massage your hip. "just tell me if it's too much for you, okay?” he looks down at you as he slowly begins to pull back. "just... breathe, baby. just breathe-"

"s-so..." your mouth hangs open, panting as you try to compose yourself. “you…you’re s-so thick, asahi…”

his face becomes completely red as soon as he hears your words and he freezes up. “p-princess? p-please? don't say that aloud..." his head is shaking and his eyes are wide, filled with embarrassment at your words. he slowly reaches up and covers your mouth with his large hand to keep your voice down. "we don't... no... we don't talk like that out loud, little bunny, alright? do you understand?" he whispers, his voice sounding so flustered.

he's so cute when he's embarrassed

a whimper escapes your mouth, opening your eyes to look up at him. "i-it's okay, asahi..." you try to speak from behind his hand, muffled from his attempt to make you quieter.

"i... alright..." his fingers slowly leave your mouth and travel back down your body, his hand moving to your ass and squeezing it as he starts to move his hips.

"what do you need, little bunny?" he asks gently, his head leaning down to rest between your breasts. "i want to give you anything… just tell me and i'll give it to you.”

you try to steady your breathing as you get used to how he feels, relaxing and becoming less tense under his touch. “i w-want you to feel good.”

tilting your head down to look where he rests on your chest, you reach forward to stroke his hair. "you can do whatever you want, teddy bear.”

his eyes flutter open and he sees how close your bodies are, how gently you're touching him. he slowly moves his hand back down, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you closer. "i'm feeling more than fine, yeah? i feel amazing already." he smiles, moving his head back up towards yours again. “do you want me to go faster?"

you nod your head, staring back at him with a small smile creeping across your face. "that sounds good.”

"oh, good, because i'm going crazy." he chuckles, his voice filled with hunger for more of you. he pulls back before thrusting hard into you again, letting out a small, satisfied moan.

"you're so... god, so... tight..." he whispers, his voice shaking as his body quivers. he starts to rock his hips slowly, making sure he stays at a pace that'll suit you best. “is it okay if i suck on your neck, princess?" he whispers, looking at you with adoring eyes as he waits for your answer.

you can’t help but giggle back at him. "you really like teasing my tits and my neck, don't you teddy bear?”

"i do..." he murmurs softly, quickly leaning in to nibble the skin of your neck. his tongue gently licks the skin, leaving a trail of light, playful bites on it. "i just like playing with you, little bunny. i feel like i could play with you forever…” he whispers with a soft smile on his face.

he moves up and he continues to kiss you, his hands pressing down on the back of your thighs to keep you folded as he starts to thrust harder and faster. you can’t help the loud moans that escape your mouth from the actions he's making- his bites, his kisses, his hands, his thrusts. "ughhh! you're so g-good, asahi!” you whine with your head thrown back against the pillow.

his face blushes again, his eyes closed as he tries to focus on pleasing you. he can feel your cunt tightening and fluttering around him, and it makes him move a little faster, the pace finally accelerating to the point where he’s panting.

"little bunny, i'm getting close..." his voice is shaky, filled with excitement, eager to hear you.

you start nodding your head frantically, murmuring "uh huh~" over and over again under your breath. your breathing is heavy as your body starts to shake, whining nonstop. "do it, daddy! want you so bad…”

"little bunny, if you say that again, i’m gonna-!" he stops himself from saying anything else and his face flushes with embarrassment. “i-i'm close, princess…” he whispers, his voice quivering. asahi moves his head up to yours and he looks at you again with a worried look in his eyes. "i'm sorry, i can't- i can't hold back...”

he's so close now.

"pleaseee! asa-!" your loud whines are cut off with a choked cry as your body tenses up, your cunt walls fluttering and gripping his cock, squeezing hard, trying to pull him in deeper.

his whole face lights up with a smile as he wraps his arms tight around you and moves his face closer to yours. "h-holy-oh.." he slowly lets out some air and he snaps his hips faster now. "ah-ah-aha….. ah…” his face is a mix of multiple emotions by this point, so much going through his body at once. "oh god... oh my god, princess... i... i'm so close... i-”

his body tenses up as he lets out another loud moan of pleasure and freezes, his cock pulsing and twitching inside your pussy as he fills you with his hot cum. asahi’s face is completely red as his body trembles with pleasure, and he looks down at you with adoring, loving eyes. “p-princess... little bunny~.. oh my god, i…” he's so overwhelmed with everything, he just can't look anywhere other than your face, his mouth is hung open as he struggles to breathe properly.

you can feel his big hands that grip your arms shaking, his long hair dangling in your face and tickling your skin. both of your breathing is heavy and uneven, and you can’t stop staring up into his handsome face as you slowly lower your legs. "a-asahi? a-are you okay?”

he pulls you even closer to him, burying your face into his chest as he wraps his arms tightly around you once again. you can feel his heart beating rapidly, his body still in shock at what just happened, and he just can’t let go of you at all.

"little... little bunny..." his words come out in between deep breaths as he looks down at you with loving eyes. "i'm okay. never been better.”

you lay there, your head tucked into his chest for what feels like hours as your breaths grow even. stroking your hair, tight grip around your center, you were glued to his warm body."i don't think i'm going to have nightmares anymore…” you whisper out.

even as you feel his thick cock softening inside you, asahi never pulls out, and you stay connected as you finally lull into a state of calm. pulling on the blankets to cover the both of you, smiling softly and pressing a kiss on your forehead as he wraps his arms tighter around you. “you're my princess, okay? i'm here for you... forever,” he pulls you as close to his body as he can. "you're mine, and i'm yours to keep and love. we were... well... it was bound to happen.”

you can’t help but snuggle into his scruffy neck, your breaths slowing as you fall asleep against his warmth.

"sleep well, little bunny." his voice is calm and soft as he runs his fingers through your hair and pulls you even closer to him. he's your teddy bear, and he'll always take care of his little rabbit.

a/n: sorry this one turned out so much longer than previous things i've written, i have no idea how tf it did lol. side note- i'm currently writing two other fics rn, and have another one in the "setup/planning" phase as well, so i guess look out for those soon haha. tag list (leave a comment if you wanna be added for future fics!)

The way your arms are wrapped around your own knees, keeping them nicely in place as he curls his fingers in and out of you, over and over again until you can’t possibly think of anything but the press of those rough fingertips and the heat swelling in your lower belly. Atsumu grunts, rubbing his tongue over your puffy clit as your legs twitch, trying your very hardest not to just lock him there and ride out your coming orgasm on his face already. “Tsumu, please,” you cry, digging your own nails into your skin, “just fuck me, I wanna -ah, wanna cum on your cock, please.”

“Yeah?” He grins when dipping back down to wrap his lips around your clit and sucks, making your entire body spasm and tremble with pleasure. Moans falling out of your mouth, breathing even heavier. He stands up to really pump his fingers into you a few more times, curling them into your plush walls without mercy.  But the accomplished grin on his face when you cry out a string of incoherent swears says it clear enough. He doesn’t feel like playing by your requests today. “Gonna cum on this pretty cock like the desperate, messy slut ya are? Cum all over, hah, get me all wet?

“Yes, I want to. Just,” you oblige when he urges your legs down and to rest around his narrow waist, looking so perfect between your legs, “just fill me up already. Want you so bad.” He lifts the fabric of the piece of clothing that started this whole thing with a little grin, hard cock twitching against his stomach for attention before he grabs it and runs his slicked up fingers over his cock to let more precum drip out. “Tsumu!” you full on whine now, locking your legs around his glutes and forcing him closer. But when you reach for the white skirt to have something to cling to, he grabs your wrists and pushes them down next to your head with gleaming eyes.

“Don’t think so, dumb girl,” he coos, before reaching down to lift the tule enough again not to get in the way. It’s so visual, any time the flushed cockhead appears from under it your pussy clenches desperately to be filled with him. But he grabs your leg to spread them a bit further, before he lines up. At your whines and moans he leans down to kiss you, tongue melting with yours and making you taste yourself on him, before he pulls back to look between your bodies at the way your slick pussy waits for him. “Yer gonna take it how I give it to ya. Such a filthy fuckin’ cockslut, wet even from seein’ yer boyfriend in a skirt.”

The warm tip rubs over your gushing pussy a few times as he grunts, and you reach up to wrap your arms around him to urge him in already. When he resists a little by flexing his thigh muscles against you so you can’t move him, you throw your head back, tears welling up at the frustration of being teased like this. “God, fuck, Tsumu! Please just fuck me, I can’t wait anymore.” The press of your nails in his pretty skin and the tears welling up must be enough to finally convince your bully of a boyfriend. “I’m so close, p-please,” your voice so soft and little, “I want to cum s-so bad.”

“Aww, my baby’s gonna cry? Guess I’ll give in.” With one smooth push he slides into your soft cunny, grunting at the tightness as you bite through your tears at the stretch of taking him so fast, whining at the mean tactic. He grabs your face to pull you into another kiss, then letting his hand slide down your throat to hold you in place. “Just bought this, so ya better not get it dirty,” he says, but the way he starts snapping his hips into you, angled right into the spot that’s guaranteed to make you cum quickly, there’s very little truth behind it. His free hand moves between your two bodies, roughly rubbing your puffy nub that makes your eyes clench shut and toes curl.

“Wait,” you cry, holding onto his shoulder, “w-wait! Tsumu! T-Oh, fuck! Hold on, I’m gonna make a mess like that!” He doesn’t, the rhythmic pounding into your sensitive walls only going faster. “Ahh- w-I gotta—”

“Want ya to ruin the sheets,” he cuts in, heaving himself over you more so you’re stuck entirely in the heat of your two bodies. He clenches his teeth, continuously stroking your clit until you try to push his hand away, but he’s stronger. “Do it, I know ya can. Fuckin’ cum.” That’s sadly not a doubt with his relentless motions. Your muscles clench before you even have the chance to tell him, feeling a rushing sensation from your belly before your knees lock and your back arches off the bed, cumming with a loud moan.

“Holy— fuck, Atsumu!” Everything goes black and you shudder as a different sensation makes your muscles shake, gushing out and pushing his cock out of you by sheer force. Everything feels so wet and sticky, but his rubbing doesn’t stop until you really have to hiss and push him away from your clit. You take deep breaths, before opening your tear-filled eyes to his surprised expression, one that quickly changes to a smug grin.

“Ya got me all dirty and wet, slut.” He peels the ruined, white skirt off his skin with a hiss himself, stroking his hard cock still. He didn’t cum yet, but looking at the mess you made on him, he’s not far off. “Look at what yer squirtin’ did, huh?”

His cock twitches as he looks back up at you, even more when you pout. “I’m sorry.”

The sudden nudity you could take, albeit begrudgingly. Jerking off in the living room on the other hand?

Absolutely not. 

He grips his cock from the base, slowly ascending to his flushed cockhead, running a thumb over the shiny slit. At least he never leaves a mess; he always cums in a wad of tissues, which he sometimes likes to leave in your bedroom bin because it’s funny to him, probably.

Oh, and the man uses nothing but spit for lubrication during his ‘self-care’ sessions. You know that how?

Well, because he had the gall, a while back, to beckon you over once he noticed you were standing there — gobsmacked at his audacity and obviously not turned on— and ordered, “Do me a favour, ma? Spit on it, and make it messy, will ya?”

You spluttered, “Excuse me? I absolutely will not be doing that! Get out of here with your stupid dick and perverted hobbies.”

Perverted roommate!Toji raises a brow. “If you want me out, y’r gonna have to lend a hand,” he smirks, “figuratively speaking, of course. Unless you wanna stroke it for me, doll.”

“In your dreams, old man.”

“Yeah, that’s usually how that goes. You got me.”

It was clear though that he wasn’t joking. 

He was sitting there, casually stroking his dick, showing no intention of finishing up, and waiting for you to make up your mind.

The nerve!

On any other day, you would have smacked him, or stomped away.

But your friends were coming soon — so, yes maybe you did drop a dollop of spit into the palm of his hand. Only to get him out of there ASAP though! 

And yeah, maybe his sharp teeth came into view with his wolfish grin. Maybe it made you gulp, and maybe, just maybe, he said, “Good girl,” in a way that kept you up all night after. 

That eventually became a routine between you. 

All it takes is a cock of a brow and you’re sighing, spitting into his palm and pretending you’re not observing what he does with it.

Now, he's grown so comfortable he just jerks off right next to you as you watch a movie. As soon as you sit down and he’s already got his cock whipped out, you bend over and let a fat glob land on his leaking tip. 

“Thanks, doll,” he mutters, hand spreading the wetness all over his generous length. “How was work? Everything alright?”

“Hmm. I’m exhausted.”

Perverted roommate!Toji pats your head with his spare hand, and you’re so tired you don’t even care if it’s dirty. It comforts you and that’s all that matters. “After I squeeze a load out, I can massage your feet. Consider us even after you did my laundry yesterday.”

“Least you could do for me,” you retorted. “I walk on your back all the time, but do I ever get that in return?”

He grunts, rough hand rolling his heavy balls. “If I walked on your back, I’d break it. Trust me, you’re better off with the occasional shoulder rubs, princess.”

Absentmindedly, his words enter one ear and exit the other. 

Shirtless, pyjama pants tucked under his balls, no signs of underwear, he seems to have just woken up from a nap (he likes to sleep naked — a fact you learned the hard way the first couple days of living with him, when you walked in without knocking to ask for your charger back).

A question you’ve been meaning to ask slips out: “Why do you jerk off in the living room?”

Perverted roommate!Toji glances down at you, then looks back at the TV, unsurprised by your question. “To get off — ain’t that clear enough?”

You roll your eyes. “Obviously. I just mean, why in the living room? Is it better for you, or do you do it to bother me?”

“Ah, who knows. Could be both. Could be neither.” Then, one corner of his lips quirk up. He nudges you with his elbow, halting his casual tugging of his cock and fires back a question at you. “You ever try?”

Heat rises to your cheeks at the inquisition. Truthfully, you answer, “No…I’ve always lived with other people, and something about being caught puts me off. I really don’t think I’m an exhibitionist.”

“Getting caught huh.” He thinks about it for a second. “Just you and me here, doll. No one’s gonna catch you. Wanna give it a try? You never know, it might become your thing.”

Aghast, you shake your head. “No, no, definitely not. You’re not gonna drag me down with you.”

Perverted roommate!Toji chuckles, resuming his jerking off without further interruption. “Suit yourself.”

And that’s that. 

You both return to watching the movie. Nothing about what’s going on in the scene registers in your mind. If you had to be honest, you’re far too distracted by the suggestion. In a way, he was right; it wouldn’t be the same as being caught, since he’s already here, consenting, and he’s doing the same thing. 

Your roommate would be the last person to judge you. 

But it’s weird. 

Normal roommates don’t do this kind of thing together. Normal roommates shouldn’t know how long the other’s cock is, or see the exact shade of their angry cockhead everywhere they go. Normal roommates shouldn’t be so open with each other.

Except, you are. 

Way too open, actually.

You know he likes his balls massaged as he goes, that he trims his hairs there once in a while but doesn’t care enough to shave it off altogether, that he doesn’t whine and whimper when he cums, only groans and grunts and curses under his breath.

You know he’s heard you cum through the thin wall separating your room from his, you know he’s seen you completely naked because he walks into the bathroom as he pleases and you often forget to lock the door, and that he’s seen the kind of porn you like after having to unfreeze your computer on an embarrassing website.

The two of you aren’t normal roommates; you’re way past that.

So maybe…

Biting your lip, you creep a tentative hand down your shorts, teasing a finger down the seam of your clothed pussy lips over your panties. It tickles. 

He always seemed to get hard at the drop of a hat; one or two rubs and he’s fully erect. Women, meanwhile, usually need a lot more than that. But, as you press your fingers down harder and you feel the telltale patch of wetness seeping through, you realise that all you need now is the visual stimulation of a big, burly man squeezing his base to keep from cumming too soon. 

Your hand ventures inside your panties. You look up at him. He’s staring straight ahead. Of course he can tell what you’re doing — you’re not exactly hiding it. The man’s simply showing it’s not a big deal, and it’s actually kind of helpful. 

When your fingers make contact with your bare skin, you release a breath. You’re not wet enough to start having a go at your clit. You frown.

“Need some help?”

You hate that you know exactly what he means, though not as much as you hate how needy you’ve grown.

A little shy, you bring your hand back out and hold it in front of him. Eyes never leaving yours, he grips your wrist and holds it still. Scarred lips part, and his tongue licks across your fingers. 

Perverted roommate!Toji chuckles to himself. “Ain’t showered yet, have you?”

You try to snatch your hand back, to no avail. “Shut up!”

“Relax, kiddo. Wasn’t complaining. Already know all the different ways you smell from the panties you leave in the bathroom,” he confesses with no abashment. “The smell of your pussy when you’re turned on is my favourite, a close tie to when you’re ovulating and you’ve been on your feet all day.”

“Don’t tell me things like that,” you breathe out.

He meets your eye. “Why? Scared you like it?”

“I know I like it.”

Your honesty makes his lips twitch. He rubs his thumb over your pulse. Finally, he collects his saliva and spits out a warm dollop. Careful not to spill it, you hastily spread it on your pussy, circling your clit with ease. You sigh, leaning back into the sofa.

Around and around, you rub your clit under your shorts, getting more and more wet and turned on. Your juices are oozing out freely now, lips growing more and more swollen. Pressing a little firmly on the bundle of nerves, your back arches. Hardened nipples poke through your thin tank top. 

“Don’t rush it, doll,” he advises. “We still got an hour left of this thing.”

“Mind your own business.”

You grope a tit with your spare hand at the same time he massages his throbbing balls. It’s funny how quickly you’ve grown accustomed to the weirdness of the situation, almost as if you’ve been doing this the entire time you’ve lived with him. 

What does that say about you?

“Don’t be shy,” he mutters, “flick your little nipple. Know you like that shit.” 

His voice is raspy, all low and deep. It sends shivers down your spine. There’s no hint of amusement in his words. He’s merely talking you through it. You flick a nipple, moaning when it hits just right. God, you hate how well he knows your body without having touched it. “Atta girl. Go on, put those fingers inside your messy cunt.”

Is it the arrogant rasp of his voice, the way your pussy’s pulsing, or the fact that his fist’s tugging on his flushed cock harder and faster at the growing squeelch! of your cunt that urges your fingers inside?

Whatever the case may be, your fingers find their way inside comfortably, curling past the textured pleats, stretching the tight ring of muscle at the entrance, and pushing against the gummy spot that has your toes curling and a whine seeping through your lips.

Perverted roommate!Toji growls, “Bet those little fingers of yours ain’t long, or thick, enough huh. Bet I’d play with your pussy so much better. Wanna let me try? Come on, ma. Give in to me, yeah? We know it’s gonna happen sooner or later.”

“Fuck off.”

Knowing that your wetness was mixed up with his spit, with his essence, is driving you wild. 

It’s no wonder you cum so fast, shuddering with a whimper. That hit you out of nowhere. The orgasm’s so strong you almost fall off the sofa. “Oh, fuck.”

Perverted roommate!Toji laughs. “Pent up little thing, aren’t ya?”

“Shut up.”

It’s never felt that good before. He’d only talked you through it; how would it feel if he actually touched you?

Still hungry, your gaze darts over to your roommate. He’s still jerking himself off, running a thumb over a prominent vein. His hand’s picked up speed. He’s so aggressive with his own cock, treating it like he owes it money, like pain doesn’t matter when pleasure’s on the line. 

“Might wanna -mm- take back that thing you said -hah- about not being an exhibitionist.”

It’s obvious he’s finding a lot of humour in thinking he’s better than you simply because he can last longer. The bastard…

Aggrieved, you pull your dirtied hand out from your shorts and grip his cock with no warning. He grunts.

“Wha– fuck!” He tries to yank you off — a reflex. But he’s powerless over the desire of his cock to be pleasured by soft, gentle hands. “You’re crossing a line, kid. Hell of a lot braver than me -hah fuck.”

“I know, but you were taking so long, Toji,” you say as innocently as you can, “thought I should…lend a hand, like you’re always asking me to.”

Using your juices, you jerk him off. The slide is so much easier now than he was making it look. You’re almost distracted by your own boldness. 

Almost.

There’s no hiding from how big his cock is — it’s huge, you can barely wrap your entire hand around it. It’s also so, so hot. Practically scalding. And the weight. Oh god, you’re still soaked and flushed. 

Perverted roommate!Toji huffs, unable to tear his eyes off the sight of your much daintier hands trying to tame his ridiculously sized cock. “S-shit, can barely hold it, can ya? Don’t be scared; not gonna break me.”

He leans back into the sofa, retired hand massaging his balls as you get to work on his cock. You’re covering the entire length with your juices. It’s messy, sticky, and so lewd, but he doesn’t care. On the contrary, you swear he’s getting even bigger in your hand.

Tightening your grasp, you jerk him faster and harder, wanting to hear him make stupid noises too. 

And he’s actually groaning, barely audible over the sound of the dull thrum of the TV but it’s plenty though. He sounds so manly, so big and strong. Everything about him emanates strength. It’s impossible not to be attracted to him. It really was inevitable that you’d end up like this, and more. 

More’s definitely coming.

Tonight, however…

Tonight, you’d rejoice in the sight of his whole body tensing and flexing at your touch.

“Mm, that’s it, baby. Such a good girl. Keep going. Fuck, that’s good.”

His other arm is bent behind his head, bicep bulging and bigger than your damn head. Unable to help yourself, you press a kiss there. 

Perverted roommate!Toji’s brow lifts up. He looks down at you with humour twinkling in his dark eyes. “Go on, take a bite. I know you wanna — always looking at my arms like you’re hungry.”

That’s the only invitation you need. Your teeth scrape his skin, it sinks into the hardness there. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t wince, doesn’t do anything but smile wider. You moan, biting down harder. Who knows where the fetish for biceps came from? 

Probably from him, with the way he’s always flaunting his perfect body.

He’s really ruined you.

“Next time you feel the -hah- urge to eat me up, just –harder, baby, yeah that’s it– j-just ask, yeah? I don’t work out for nothing.”

The noises your hand is making are too filthy. Too much sloppiness, too much fwop fwop and squelch! squeeelch!

Pearlescent beads are dripping out of his piss slit, sliding down the ridges of his cock. You thumb them into his skin, dragging his foreskin down ever so slightly. Breathily, you plead, “Cum, Toji. My wrist is getting tired.”

“Alright, whatever you say, pillow princess. God forbid you have to put in some work.” He unfolds his arm. Hand threading through your hair, he hauls your face to his. Half-lidded, his eyes linger on your lips. His scar twitches. “Wanna make me cum? Then give me a kiss.”

“A kiss?”

He nods, nose grazing yours. “A nice, long one. Kiss me like you mean it. I’m feeling romantic.”

The scruff of his shadow tickles your skin as your lips meet his. He groans before deepening the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue. He tastes you, every part he can reach. His hand won’t let you pull away, won’t let you surface for air — he keeps you there, unable to run from his desires. 

“Hah, T-toji, can’t breathe–”

“Through your nose, baby,” he advises, practically begs. “Not had my fill yet.”

Breasts squished against his chest, you taste him too. The slight tang of beer, the mint of his toothpaste, the power he radiates but won’t ever use on you. 

Kissing has never felt so fucking good. 

Dazed and not thinking straight, you suggest, “We should -mm- kiss more, Toji.”

Perverted roommate!Toji cums. Hard. 

“Fuck!” he groans. “S-shit.” 

You feel the rapid pulsing of his throbbing cock first, then the spurting of his cum landing on your hand and on the couch. Only then is his sudden grunting swallowed down your throat. 

“J-jesus.”

Mercilessly, you continue jerking him off, up and down, up and down, watching him throw his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing. 

His thighs shake, tense beyond measure. His balls are constricted so tight you worry they might burst. And the veins running up his arms and neck pop like he’s been taken by surprise at the intensity of his own orgasm. 

He smacks your hand away, panting and slowly coming down from his high. “Quit it, woman.”

You laugh, playing with the translucent webs that form between your fingers when you stretch them. “I see now why you’re so obsessed with masturbating in the living room.”

Perverted roommate!Toji glances down at you. He watches you for a second, then he snorts, tucking his softening cock back inside his pants. “It ain’t the living room I’m obsessed with, doll.”

“Huh?”

“Forget it.” Standing, he stretches, back muscles looking biteable. “Gonna shower. You coming?”

Feeling a little shy now that post-nut clarity’s sinking in, you shake your head. “I’ll wait.”

“Alright, but just know I’m probably gonna rub another one out in there to your panty.”

And as he walks away, he doesn’t miss the opportunity to smear the wetness on his hand all over your face, laughing when you make a noise of utter disgust. 

Perverted roommate!Toji strolls leisurely into the bathroom, expertly avoiding the pillows you throw at him like he has eyes at the back of his head. “You’re probably gonna wanna wash that off immediately.”

“Ugh! You just wanted me to shower with you.”

Perverted roommate!Toji stops at the doorway, looking back with a mischievous glint in his sharp teeth, scar especially delicious. 

“Now you’re catching on.”

you always had some way to annoy alhaitham.

when he first met you, he knew he was going to dislike you. your professor had paired you together for a research project, and he hadn’t really cared, he expected either a lazy partner or someone useless. He did not anticipate you.

perfume so strong it lingered long after you had left, lips glossy and pink, a cheery, infectious smile plastered on your face. and then you spoke.

“oh?” you said, tilting your head lightly. “didn’t know I was going to be paired with a cutie.” a giggle followed, high-pitched and bright, and he almost, almost - wanted to walk away then and there.

from that moment on, you were glued to his side. he had not wanted you sitting next to him in class, but of course, you had an excuse ready.

“it would be better if we sat together, ya know? also… you look lonely. i can’t leave my partner alone,” you chirped, pink gloss catching the light, your perfume hanging heavy in the air.

he had looked at you, expression flat. pathetic, he thought. “you are a distraction,” he muttered, and returned to his laptop.

you didn’t seem to hear him. you were relentless-sitting too close, leaning into his arm as you whispered about college gossip he didn’t care about.

“did you know kaeya is sleeping with albedo from my art class?” you asked, tone playful.

unnecessary, he thought, jaw tightening. “that is irrelevant.”

but still, he indulged it, because it was impossible not to notice you. your skirt rode a little too high, your thin-strap tops left your shoulders bare, and when you leaned over his laptop, he caught glimpses of lace he had no right to see. your perfume was a constant assault, and your energy-impossibly bright and bubbly; seemed designed to pierce through his calm, ordered world. every tilt of your head, every bounce of your knee brushing against him, chipped at his patience in a way he refused to admit.

then there was the lollipop a few weeks back. you leaned over your notes, cherry-colored gloss leaving a mark on the stick, lips wrapped around it so perfectly, so tantalizing. alhaitham had looked up-and simply could not take it. he stood abruptly, muttering something about needing the bathroom, leaving you blinking after him, confusion written across your face. your giggle followed him down the hall, light and teasing, leaving him acutely aware of just how much your presence affected him.

he hated it. hated noticing. hated the tension coiling in his chest when you brushed too close. and yet… he did notice. every. single. thing.

you never focused on taking down notes in class instead you doodled drawings of radom items, people and sometimes alhaitham. he had caught himself quietly printing out his own lecture notes for you, sliding them onto your desk while you twirled strands of hair around your fingers, completely absorbed in your own world.

you bounced back to your seat with something sugary and extravagant, practically vibrating with excitement one day. you had set your drink down alongside his own black coffee, silently glaring as you leaned in, swiping whipped cream from the rim with your tongue and humming a little tune.

and then there was the nickname. haitham. one careless syllable, honeyed and teasing, and his hand would freeze mid-keystroke. “haitham,” he would snap, voice clipped, low. you would giggle, tilting your head as though you had won some invisible game.

you invaded his dorm too, leaving traces behind: colorful pens in mugs, a plushie tucked among his gray-toned books, even notebooks curling with your handwriting. he had wanted to tell you to leave, to reclaim his ordered, quiet space-but somehow, he hadn’t. somehow, he hadn’t minded entirely.

and yet, through it all, there were moments he could not ignore. the quiet way you read romance novels in the corner, your shoulders soft and relaxed, eyes occasionally flicking up to him. the little blush when praised. the sparkle in your gaze when he handed you notes or corrected a mistake. you were infuriating. you were impossible. and somehow, beneath the chaos, beneath the incessant giggling and skirts and perfume, he had begun to notice things he was certain he should not.

you had become a thorn he could not remove, a bright, unpredictable force in his ordered world. and when you were gone for a while likely with Ajax, that insufferable college jock and one of your casual flings-he felt the absence keenly. he hated it. hated that he even noticed. hated the way the dorm felt quieter, his thoughts emptier without your chatter, your movement, your very presence.

you were out again with Ajax, leaving alhaitham alone in the quiet of his dorm. the sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting thin lines across his desk, and that’s when he noticed it, a book left carelessly open on the corner, slightly tilted, as if you had just set it down and walked away.

a romance novel. normally, he didn’t care what you read, but something about it being left here, abandoned yet so deliberately placed, drew his attention. the cover was colorful, slightly worn, and he noticed the sticky tabs protruding from nearly every chapter-pink, green, yellow, each one a little flag pointing to something important, something you had marked.

he leaned over, picking it up with precise fingers. the faint scent of your perfume seemed to linger on the pages, subtle but unmistakable, reminding him that you had been here recently. the corners of the pages were bent just enough to show you had read this one over multiple times, and the faint crease along the spine suggested you had held it in your hands for hours.

curiosity pried him further. he flipped through randomly, eyes scanning quickly, until one page caught him off guard. a neon green sticky note, scribbled in your handwriting, fluttered slightly in the light breeze from the open window. he squinted, and his eyes widened imperceptibly as he read it:

“wish haitham could do this to me.”

alhaitham froze. his gaze flicked down to the page itself. the scene was graphic, heated, written in vivid detail, enough to make any rational person’s attention sharpen immediately. and then he noticed the deliberate alterations: the original character names scratched out, replaced with his name for the male lead and yours for the female.

'jace alhaitham's fingers stuffed her leaking cunt , breathy moans leaving her parted lips'

he blinked, momentarily speechless. the precision, the care, the audacity of it all… it was unmistakably you. he could feel his chest tighten, a low coil of irritation and something he refused to name. curiosity prickled alongside a strange, unwanted awareness of himself, his pulse slightly faster than it should have been.

the dorm felt suddenly smaller, quieter, almost charged, and he found himself carefully closing the book, placing it exactly where you had left it. the light hit the sticky notes again, bright and inescapable, almost like it was taunting him.

he leaned back in his chair, jaw tightening. not out of embarrassment-not exactly but from the weight of realizing just how much thought you had put into this, how deliberately you had replaced the characters with the two of you. his mind, so meticulously trained to ignore distractions, kept returning to it: you had thought of me. like this. with me.

he reaches out for his phone, fingers taping on to your chat as he typed out a simple message.

'hey, come over. need to discuss something about the research project.'

instantly you replied back.

'kayy, will be there in a few ;3'

and though he refused to admit it aloud, he couldn’t stop the tension coiling quietly in his chest and the throb of his cock.

alhaitham had you sprawled across his lap, that ridiculous short skirt of yours flipped up, your ass exposed, save for the thin scrap of fabric you dared to call panties. You were bare from the waist up, your breasts pressing against his thighs, your hardened nipples brushing his thigh with every shift.

one of his hands held the book you had been reading, opened precisely to the page you’d marked with a green sticky note. the knuckles of his other hand traced slowly down your spine, sending a shiver through you as you arched into his touch. a shaky moan slipped from your parted, glossed lips.

“i didn’t know you imagined me while reading such words,” alhaitham murmured, his voice low, his gaze heavy on the growing wet patch at the center of your panties. His knuckles stilled just above the waistband, resting at the small of your back, as if savoring the power in the moment.

he shifted his thighs, forcing your nipples to drag against them. The friction pulled a stifled moan from your throat, your eyes already shimmering with tears of humiliation, anticipation, and want tangling together.

his knuckles lingered. the tension between you stretched thin, your breathing ragged, your words catching before they could form. then, with infuriating patience, he slid two fingers beneath the hem of your panties and tugged them to the side.

your body jolted, a whimper caught in your throat as your arousal caught the light. your clit pulsed, aching for attention, and alhaitham nearly groaned at the sight. finally, after months of skirts and lace that taunted him, you were laid bare across his lap.

his fingers hovered close enough that you could feel their heat ghosting over your swollen lips, but instead of giving in, his voice cut through the charged silence.

“his fingers gently circle her clit,” he read aloud. as though following the script, his touch brushed against you, slow, deliberate, tracing your clit in soft circles.

a sob tore free of your chest, your fists gripping the bedding beneath him, your body twitching under the teasing contact.

alhaitham’s cock strained beneath you, the sight of you spread across his lap nearly undoing him. he let one finger press against your fluttering, soaked entrance before easing it inside. your walls clenched tight around him, desperate and trembling.

“after he added one finger, he added another,” alhaitham read aloud, his voice steady despite the heat in his eyes. and just as the words left his lips, he pushed a second finger in beside the first, this time rougher, forcing a broken sob from your throat.

“he moved his fingers in me, starting slow, then faster…” he continued, tone unhurried, measured. his hand, however, betrayed no mercy. his fingers began their rhythm, slow and deliberate at first, then quickening, plunging deeper as the wet sounds of your body filled the room.

your thighs trembled violently, your fists twisting the bedding as wave after wave of sensation broke over you. each thrust stretched you further, his fingers curling, dragging heat from your core until you were unraveling beneath him.

alhaitham’s cock throbbed at the sight- your pussy clenching around his fingers, dripping wetness down onto his thigh, your body wrecked against his lap. still, his hand never faltered, stretching you wider, pressing you harder, as if determined to carve his presence into every inch of you.

the way your cunt felt around his fingers, so tight, so warm; it made his cock throb, precum leaking at the tip. he needs to feel your pussy around his cock, squeezing his cock and milking him dry.

his fingers left you with a wet sound, and your walls fluttered around the emptiness, aching for more. you gasped, shuddering at the loss, but alhaitham only dragged his slick fingers across your pussy lips before slipping them into his mouth. his eyes darkened as he sucked them clean, savoring the taste of your desperation.

he takes you off his lap and places you on top of the bed. tearing off your skirt and panties, then taking of his shirt and pants. then you felt it-the heavy press of his cock against your soaked entrance. thick, hot, and unyielding. he nudged himself between your thighs, forcing your thighs wider, his tip nudging against your swollen folds. he didn’t push in. not yet. Instead, he rocked his hips just enough for his length to slide through your slick, dragging along your clit before settling back at your entrance again.

you whined, body trembling, trying to sink down onto him, but his grip on your waist was iron. he held you still, making you feel every agonizing drag of his cock as he coated himself in your wetness letting the tip of his cock circle around your twitching clit.

“feel that?” he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. “this is what you’ve wanted ? reading those filthy fantasies, imagining its my cock fucking you when you could have just asked me for the real thing”

he pressed forward, just barely breaching your entrance, the blunt head of his cock stretching you open. your breath hitched, a sob caught in your throat as he stilled, forcing your body to adjust around the thick intrusion. your walls fluttered, clenching down, pulling him deeper without his permission.

he groaned, low and guttural, his jaw tight with restraint. slowly, inch by inch, he eased himself inside, splitting you apart with agonizing patience. every fraction of him made your body seize and tremble, your nails clawing at the bedding as tears pricked at your eyes.

you could feel the veins along his cock dragging against your walls, each shallow thrust forward stretching you further. he paused halfway, chest heaving, savoring how you squirmed and sobbed beneath him, your cunt desperately trying to swallow him whole.

when he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt, the stretch knocked the breath from your lungs. your walls clamped down around him, pulsing, fluttering, milking him already. alhaitham’s head dropped to your shoulder, a broken groan tearing from his throat as he fought to keep still, to not pound into you immediately.

the room was filled with your ragged breathing, the slick sounds of your bodies pressed together.

alhaitham’s thrusts were brutal, dragging cries from your throat that his fingers quickly swallowed when he shoved them past your lips. your babbling choked into muffled sobs, your tongue pressed against the taste of your own slick on his skin.

your pretty ruined gloss lips struggling to suck on his fingers, his cock twitching even more at seeing you so stuffed.

your body quaked under him, your slick coating his thighs with every sharp snap of his hips. he leaned close, his words curling against your ear as he slammed into you again.

“tell me,” he growled, jaw tight with restraint, “does Ajax fuck you this good?”

your walls fluttered at the name, shame heating your chest, but your mouth was too full to answer. your muffled protest dissolved into a sob when he thrust harder, making the bed frame groan. he smirked at your silence, at the way your body betrayed you, clenching tighter, taking him deeper, giving him every answer without a single word.

“ofr once,” he said, pulling his soaked fingers from your mouth and letting a string of spit break across your lips, “you’re quiet. obedient.”

but then, the moment his fingers slipped free, your broken voice spilled out.

“haitham—”

the sound of that irritating nickname, raw and needy on your lips, made his cock twitch inside you. his breath hitched, a groan tearing from his throat as his control shattered.

“say it again,” he demanded, hips grinding deep before slamming forward with punishing force.

“haitham!” you cried, your voice cracking as your nails clawed at the bedding.

he groaned low, almost desperate, his pace unraveling into something harsher, faster. each thrust drove you further into the sheets, his name ripped from your throat again and again, the only word left in you.

“that’s it,” he growled, voice ragged, rutting into you as if the sound alone pushed him deeper.

the room filled with the slick slap of your bodies, your broken cries of “haitham,” and the guttural sounds spilling from him, both of you drowning in the ruin he had wanted all along.

each slam of his hips driving you closer to the edge, your walls fluttering and clenching impossibly tight around him. your cries of his name were raw and desperate, a broken mantra that matched every pulse of his cock inside you.

his breathing was ragged, chest heaving, and the tip of him pulsed with the tight coil of his own approaching release. he was about to pull out, to let both of you come down from the edge…

but your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him flush against you. your hands gripped his shoulders, pressing him closer, and your voice, shaky, needy, but impossibly firm—cut through the haze:

“no. inside. i want your cum inside of me" your eyes glassy with tears, your lips puff. " please haitham, want to feel every drop of your hot cum in me.”

his hips stilled at your words, the words shattered every ounce of restraint he had left. his eyes darkened, jaw tight, and his cock twitched inside you as he slammed forward again, harder, deeper, filling you completely with every inch of him - with a new ounce of energy, his hips bruising in the way they thrusted into you.

Your walls clenched around him, gripping him like a vice, each tight squeeze pulling him further into madness. The sensations stacked impossibly high, your trembling body clashing with his heaving hips, wet sounds echoing through the room, your cries of “haitham!” ringing over and over.

he caught your hips in his hands, forcing you impossibly close, and every brutal, heaving thrust sent sparks of pleasure that made your vision blur. your own orgasm built, waves crashing through you as your walls fluttered and clamped him, shuddering against each pulse of his cock.

“Say it,” he demanded, almost desperate. “Say my name”

“haitham! haitham! haitham!” you sobbed, every repetition breaking you further, every cry driving him harder, faster, deeper.

the sensation became unbearable, your cunt clenching, grinding against him, every pulse a vice around his cock until finally, with a guttural groan, he came, ropes of his cum filling you utterly, his body shuddering violently as his damp forehead came to press on yours.

his lips crushed into yours as you moaned in the kiss, fingers clawing at his back as his tongue grazes against yours.

you didn’t let him pull out. your legs tightened around him, your own orgasm ripping through you, long, trembling, and overwhelming. every wave of pleasure sent your walls tightening, fluttering, and milking him, dragging him deeper into your climax, until the two of you were gasping, trembling, and utterly wrecked together.

after a few minutes, your legs fell limp around him as he gently pulled out of you, your pussy twitched at this a soft moan leaving you as his cock slips out and the mixture of yours and his cum spilling from inside your cunt dribbling down your ass onto the sheet.

alhaitham laid on your side and pulled you into his arms, your body melting into his touch.

"tell me, how long have you been replacing the characters’ names in your romance books with ours?”

note from usagii !

it’s being a while since I’ve wrote smut and actually writing something…just wanted to write something short before i start any bigger fanfics, i’m currently working on a gojo fanfic so yay :)

“keep up, little knight,” he’d called over his shoulder at one point, grin sharp as his blade. “or i’ll have to carry you too.”

varka. grandmaster of the knights of favonius. knight of boreas. and right now, a man on the edge.

normally he’s loudest at the fire—booming laugh, big hands clapping shoulders, spinning stories that make even the greenest recruits forget their homesickness. but tonight, he’s restless. too hot. you can see it in the way sweat beads at his temple, in the taut flex of his hand around his mug, in how his grin falters a little too quick when someone bumps his shoulder.

he’s been like this for days. short-tempered, running hot, chewing out the men in a way that’s uncharacteristic. and you know why.

his rut is building.

and you—his so-called “designated knight”—have been mentally bracing for it.

“the knight of boreas looks a little tamed tonight,” one of the younger men jokes, emboldened by drink. laughter ripples, but dies quick when varka’s head snaps toward him.

the low, warning growl he gives doesn’t belong to a man.

your stomach flips. his eyes—bright, wild, hungry—cut past the poor recruit and pin you. you freeze, mug halfway to your lips.

then, in a voice that rumbles low and even:

“my tent. now.”

the fire might as well go out for how quiet the camp gets. no one dares to move, but you can hear the whispers anyway.

“poor thing…” “definitely won’t be walking straight tomorrow.”

your face burns as you set your mug aside and stand, his gaze following you until you slip into the shadows.

inside his tent, the flap barely falls shut before you’re slammed against a pole, breath stolen.

“wait–” you gasp, but his mouth swallows it, hot and demanding, tongue pressing past your lips like he hasn’t kissed you in months. his body radiates heat, burning through your uniform, and his hands—archons, his hands—are everywhere.

you were meant to be a knight. trained with steel in your hand, sworn to fight alongside him. instead, you’d become something else. the one who steadied varka’s shaking hands, who let him rut into you until dawn and left you sore and marked.

“knew you were watching me.” his grin is sharp, feral, as he pulls back just enough to speak. his voice vibrates in your bones, dripping with mockery. “sweet thing, sitting there pretending you aren’t waiting for me to lose it.”

“varka—”

“grandmaster,” he corrects, chuckling darkly, his hand sliding down to cup your ass and drag you against his hard cock. even through his trousers you feel the obscene swell of his knot, already straining, begging to be buried inside you.

you shiver. you’ll never get used to that.

he doesn’t give you time to retort. your back hits the bedroll, his weight caging you in. his big hands tear at your clothes like they’re nothing, tossing each piece aside until you’re bare beneath him, shivering under the heat of his body.

then his belt clinks, trousers shoved down—and when he frees himself, your breath hitches hard in your chest.

“ahh, there it is,” he drawls, fist wrapped around the base of his cock like he’s showing it off. it’s monstrous, thick enough your thighs press together instinctively, heavy veins running along the flushed shaft, the tip already glossy with pre. worse—there’s already a bulge at the base, that small swollen knot that makes your stomach flip.

“fuck—” the word slips out of you before you can catch it, eyes wide.

his grin is sharp, wolfish. “mm? what’s that, little knight? seen me like this plenty of times, and you still look surprised?” he gives himself a lazy stroke, squeezing just under the forming knot, and more pre dribbles down over his fist. “hah, still makes you gasp, doesn’t it? look at you, staring like you’re scared i’ll split you in half.”

you shake your head, but it’s a weak denial, thighs clenching tighter.

he chuckles low in his chest, leaning down until the blunt, leaking head smears against your slick folds, smearing pre all over your cunt. “don’t worry, pup. you’ll take it. you always do. and this time, you’re not just takin’ me—you’re keepin’ me. right here—” he presses his cockhead snug against your entrance, letting you feel the tip straining against your folds, “—locked inside, ‘til every drop’s bred deep.”

outside, the campfire chatter picks back up. boots shuffle. mugs clink. and you know they’ll hear everything.

“lemme hear you, pup.” his grin widens when you turn your face, biting back a whimper. “i didn’t train you to be shy. let them know who keeps you stuffed full every rut.”

and then—he sinks in, thick and brutal, splitting you open until the stretch steals your breath and your nails claw helplessly at the bedroll.

“ahhh, there it is,” he rumbles, rough hands gripping your hips, fingers pressing bruises into your skin. “trying to fight me already? thought you’d be used to this by now, little knight.”

you gasp, trying to arch away, but he just pins you harder, pressing your shoulders to the furs underneath. “you’re not going anywhere.” his free hand slides up to your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his wild, blue wolfish gaze. “look at me. look at who’s gonna breed you tonight.”

your back arches on instinct, hips jerking forward. you whimper, tiny noises spilling past your lips. “varka—please—”

he laughs, low and wicked, and his cock drives into you again and again, heavy body pinning you down so there’s no escape, no reprieve. each thrust is ruthless, deeper than the last, until your thighs are trembling, until you can barely remember how to breathe.

you’re already coming undone, clenching around him hard, body breaking apart on his cock.

“hah, there it is,” he growls, grinning like he’s just won a fight. “sweet little knight’s already twitchin’ on me—haven’t even knotted you yet. that’s why you’re my most valuable one, y’know? don’t need your blade when you’ve got this cunt squeezing me like it was made to.”

his words hit as hard as his thrusts, each one pushing you deeper into that haze of pleasure and humiliation. you try to turn your face, muffle the sounds spilling out of your throat, but his hand is right there, rough thumb pressing against your tongue, forcing you to moan around it.

“good pup. louder.” his voice drops into that sing-song mockery that makes your belly tighten. “let ‘em all hear how well their grand master fucks his favorite knight.”

you whimper, body shaking, nails clawing at the bedroll. “ ‘s t-too much—”

he just laughs, hips slamming forward so hard your back arches off the furs. “too much? no such thing. besides—” his thrusts get messier, sharper, the weight of him grinding you down, “—you know what’s comin’, don’t you?”

the blunt swell keeps bumping against you, pressing insistently, and panic tangles with your pleasure. you’ve taken him before, survived it before, but every time it feels impossible until it’s happening.

“n-no, varka—”

“grand master,” he corrects again, voice a rumble, a growl. his mouth is at your ear now, hot breath washing over your skin. “have some respect, pup.”

you shake your head, but he feels the way your pussy tightens around him, the way your hips try to jerk up even as you plead.

he pulls back, only to slam forward again, knot grinding against your entrance, forcing another sob out of you. you’re half trying to crawl away, half melting under him.

varka chuckles darkly, turning you around and pushing your shoulders down until your cheek’s mashed to the bedroll. “look at you. already crying on my cock and i haven’t even stuffed you full yet. you think you’re ready to march back to mondstadt after this expedition? or should i pump you full right here? make sure you’re carrying my pups before we ever see the city walls?”

your head jerks up at that, but he just grabs the back of your neck, holding you down like a wolf pinning its mate, thrusting with sharp, brutal snaps of his hips.

“hear me?” his voice is a growl now, low and possessive but still teasing at the edges. “by the time we’re back home, everyone’ll smell me on you. might even see your belly startin’ to swell. they’ll know who fucked the fight outta their little knight.”

your whole body jolts at the grand master’s words, a strangled moan tearing out of your throat as your cunt clenches around him. the mental image of trudging back to mondstadt with his scent all over you and his seed dripping down your thighs is too much. you break, gushing around him, eyes rolling back as he snarls against your ear.

“just like that,” he growls, hips never stopping. “show me you want it. squeeze me until that little hole’s ready to take my knot.”

you whimper, still dizzy, but he just presses harder on the back of your neck, keeping you pinned. “good pup. that’s it. the harder you cum, the easier it’ll be to lock you down and pump you full.”

his other hand snakes around to your front, palm flat on your stomach where it bulges around his cock. he presses down, making you feel every inch.

“so small,” he coos, laughing breathlessly. “can feel myself right here. fuck—this cunt was made to hold the grand master’s knot, wasn’t it?”

you whimper something that’s not quite a no, not quite a yes, but he just keeps moving, pushing his knot against you over and over, testing your limits.

“open up,” he grinds out. “gonna split you on it. stretch you ‘til you’re stuck. you’ll thank me later when you’re heavy with my pups, when everyone knows you’re mine.”

then, with one brutal roll of his hips, the knot pushes inside, swelling immediately, locking you around him. your whole body arches, a sob breaking out of your throat as you’re stuffed to the brim.

“ahhh—fuck, that’s it,” he snarls, voice going rough. “tight little thing. keep milkin’ me. i’ll give you every drop—fill you so full it leaks down your thighs. won’t stop ‘til you’re bred properly.”

he moves even while locked, little grinding thrusts that send sparks up your spine. outside, you hear someone shift near the campfire, but varka only laughs, low and wicked, as he bends over your back.

Your voice is soft. “Missed you…”

“Missed me?” he repeats, one brow cocked as he glances down to you clinging to him like a kid. “You were just sitting on my lap ten minutes ago while I was tryna do the bills”.

“But I wanna be here now…” You whisper lowly, nuzzling in closer, cheek squished against the fat indent of his cock through his pants. “You’re hard”.

Toji groans under his breath, one hand bracing on the counter. “You’re fucking unreal, you know that?”

You whine with a pout, rubbing your face slowly and purposefully against the thick curve of him. The warmth of his cock seeps through the fabric, and your breath hitches when you feel a little twitch. He’s massive like this. Swollen and pulsing against your lips. You stick your tongue out and lick softly, just once.

He curses under his breath.

“You’re like a damn cat,” he mutters, a large hand coming down to pet your hair affectionately. “Always rubbing your face where you don’t belong”.

“I do belong here…”

“Yeah? Face buried in daddy’s dick while he’s trying to serve dinner?”

You nod against his bulge while looking up with big, wide eyes that look so innocent—completely in odds where your face was pressed. “Mhm”.

He chuckles, calloused palm sliding down to the back of your neck, rubbing slowly before carding lazily through your hair to pet you. The contrast of his rough hand against your softness made your stomach flip, and his grin deepened as he murmured, almost fondly, “Needy girl…”

You keep going—soft little nuzzles, tongue peeking out, moaning into the shape of him like he’s your comfort object. His cock is so hot under the fabric, straining now, outlined clearly through the cotton. You mouth over it, open-mouthed and desperate kisses and licks everywhere.

Toji finally groans, cock throbbing beneath the confines of his sweats, straining harder against the layers of fabric that kept him trapped—aching to be inside you but caught, pressing hot and heavy against the barrier instead.

“Shit, baby…” He pushes your hair back gently from your face, fingers curling behind your ear. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Just let me stay here…”

He cups the back of your head, holding you against him firmly like this is totally normal. His other hand finishes plating your food casually, like this kind of thing happens every night.

You rub your cheek along the length of him one last time, sighing happily with little hearts in your eyes and brain.

And he murmurs low, “Alright. You got five more minutes with it. Then I’m feeding you”.

“But—”

“Nope. Eat first then you’ll get it”.

———

Your thighs are now tucked over his, dainty socks brushing against his hard shins as your feet dangle off the floor while his are planted firmly, your little cotton shorts is doing nothing to hide the way your horny pussy is pressed up against the fat, swollen bulge in his sweats. Toji sits back in the kitchen chair with a hand resting lazily on your plushy thigh, the other scooping pasta with the fork for you like this is just any regular Wednesday.

You, on the other hand are squirming.

Your arms helplessly loop around his neck, your cheek nuzzling into the slope of his shoulder. And your hips are rocking in pathetic, needy little motions that have absolutely nothing to do with dinner.

Toji hums low at that.

“Still not settled, huh?”

“I am…” You lie, hips shifting once again on the huge bump between his thighs. Your voice is small. “Just a little bit”.

“A little bit,” he repeats with a breathy huff. “Mmhmm”.

You whimper when you feel his cock suddenly jump beneath you, the thick ridge of it nudging perfectly against your aching clit through all the layers of clothing. It’s not even in you, and you still feel drunk on the chubby shape of it, hot and hard and heavy between your thighs.

He brings the fork to your lips and taps it lightly.

“Open”.

You obey—barely—humming softly as he feeds you a bite.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, rubbing your thigh softly with his warm palm. “See? You can be good if you try”.

“M’trying,” you whisper, chewing slowly and humming contentedly from the delicious flavor while rocking again without even thinking.

Toji watches you with that lazy, knowing smile.

“You always get like this when I’m hard,” he mutters. “It’s like your brain turns to mush soon as my cock swells up”.

You nod instantly. “It’s not my fault… It’s so big…”

He groans softly at the filthy praise, manspreading more on the chair and rolling his hips up just enough for you to feel it pulse through your seat.

“You’re not even naked,” he mutters, “and you’re this fucked out already?”

Your eyes flutter as you peer up at him. “You’re so big…”

“Yeah well, keep moving like that and I’m gonna stop feeding you and you know I wouldn’t want that because you need to eat”.

“But I like being in your lap…”

“No baby, you like humping my bulge like a shameless little bunny”. He mutters softly while pinching your cheek between his lengthy fingers. You pout at that, cheeks puffing while whining with furrowed brows. “Don’t be mean…”

Toji chuckles low in his throat, brushing a kiss to your forehead. “Not being mean. I like it. You’re cute when you’re needy”.

He taps your lips again with another forkful. You open without protest this time, cheeks full, ass rubbing softly against him like it’s instinct at this point.

“Keep eating,” he tells you, voice warm but with a strict tone. “If you finish dinner without making a mess, I’ll let you ride it just like this. Over the sweats, and later I might even let you take it out”.

Your body shudders at that, pussy fluttering happily and getting even wetter from the idea.

“Y-You mean it?”

“Yeah,” he grins. “I love when you get off like that. All whiny and rubbing your little pussy all over me”.

You moan into his shoulder, teeth biting your lip in anticipation, suddenly trying to behave so hard it makes your hands shake.

He feeds you another bite. Then another.

You keep rocking. He keeps rubbing your thigh.