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Ways to strengthen relationships

Sim. Eu tenho daddy issues e costumo ter uma queda por pais solteiros com o dobro da minha idade da ficção. Como adivinhou?

Então, depois que descobri que nosso querido e um pai divorciado e de meia idade eu fiquei obcecada por ele.

Não sei como isso vai funcionar, já que a Reader é da raça dos homens altos. Só pra fim de esclarecimento, ela é descrita como uma pessoa mulher humana bem baixa, pouca coisa mais alta que um gnomo (só um pouco alto indulgente já que eu não cresci nada depois do fundamental).

Quando sair a segunda temporada pode ser que eu me anime publique a história de fundo desenvolvendo o relacionamento deles dois já que, aparentemente, eu sou incapaz de escrever obscenidade só pela obscenidade e fiz um plot inteiro.

Aliás, essa é minha primeira one-shot explicita. Segure minhas mãos e vamos nesse passeio que as coisas vão ficar agitadas.

Avisos: menores, favor não interagir - conteudo explicito, estranhos fodendo, reader mais nova, estranha diferença de tamanho (a reader é da raça dos homens altos) reader barda.

A sala estava cheia de risos, berros, gritinhos e conversas animadas. Era uma noite de comemoração para muitos aventureiros e de boas vendas aos comerciantes locais, donos de estalagens e prostitutas. Todos tiravam seu pequeno proveito do fenômeno natural que era o calabouço.

A cidade era movimentada por um motivo.

E, em meio a toda aquela alegria da noite, havia aqueles mergulhando de cabeça no álcool para apaziguar um pouco as dores de viver.

Apesar das maravilhas, nem tudo são flores na magnífica cidade e nem todo aventureiro precisa ser jovem e feliz. Infelizmente, o calabouço apesar de maravilhoso ainda é cruel e ele toma o melhor de você. Não dá para baixar mesmo a guarda.

Ah! O calabouço, lugar de mistérios e belezas sem igual, mas não se deixe enganar pelo deslumbre daquelas paredes subterrâneas.

Nesse momento, nossa heroína da vez suspirou pesadamente, deitada sob o braço enquanto brincava com a taça de vidro cheia do líquido roxo delicioso de cor delicada e viva. Já havia pedido cerveja de frutas vermelhas e também tomado uma taça de hidromel.

Ela ponderava alheia ao divertimento à sua volta. Não era de ficar pra baixo, normalmente ela se considera uma pessoa bem otimista para falar a verdade.

Existem sempre duas maneiras de ver o copo: meio cheio ou meio vazio.

Seu ponto de vista costuma normalmente ser o primeiro, e modéstia parte, não é fácil abalar sua mente intangível. Caso a perguntassem, ela diria com orgulho que aquela era sua melhor característica, e, como aventureira, acreditava ser tudo o que precisava para sobreviver aos contratempos do calabouço.

Mas… ultimamente andava meio difícil enxergar as coisas de uma maneira tão otimista.

Bom, quem consegue manter um sorriso no rosto e a atitude positiva quando seu grupo de aventura começou a te acusar falsamente de ser uma parasita aproveitadora? Não foi nada legal.

Céus, é complicado! Mas tudo na vida é aprendizado. O da situação em questão foi: nunca mais misturar negócios e vida pessoal.

Afinal, talvez fosse mesmo ingenuidade pensar que se juntar a uma a uma party só porque começou a namorar o líder dela não fosse grande coisa.

De todo modo, também houve mais uma lição na lista de ensinamentos: as pessoas sempre falam. E como falam. Falam mal.

É impressionante como boatos correm como vento e, de repente, fazem com que ninguém mais precise de um bardo no grupo.

Além disso, não foi suficiente terminar o namoro que, entre muitas aspas, nem era uma relacionamento, pois, “vocês não estavam namorando sério, só dormindo juntos um tempo” e ainda ter que sair do grupo às pressas por causa da tensão, desorganização de distribuição de espólio.

Precisava haver no meio de toda a situação a descoberta de um esquema de desvio de pagamento dos membros que era chefiado pelo líder do grupo, no qual convenientemente logo após a saída da barda da equipe, a colocou de bode expiatório do esquema sem que ela nem mesmo tivesse noção do que estava acontecendo.

Nem todo o carisma e charme do mundo que lhe eram elementos naturais foram capazes de lhe salvar.

Talvez fosse interessante fazer uma limpeza espiritual só para garantir e tirar qualquer espírito obsessor dos ombros que esteja causando toda aquela série de desventuras uma atrás da outra. - A jovem mulher concluiu sozinha, assentindo para si mesma e tomando mais um pouco do líquido doce.

Bom, os últimos meses foram complicados. Os trabalhos escassos foram ficando cada vez mais e mais ocasionais até não haver mais praticamente nada à sua disposição. Ninguém queria se envolver com seu nome, bom, ninguém além de pessoas de índole completamente duvidosa de uma forma muito ruim e isso definitivamente não fazia o estilo dela.

Àquele ponto, a garrafa de vinho já estava vazia em mais da metade. Suas moedas mal davam para pagar pelo café da manhã no dia seguinte, quem dirá mais uma noite no quarto da estalagem.

Que situação… - ela murmurou para si mesma e bebeu um pouco mais. Rindo da tragédia que de tão grande chegava a ser inacreditável.

A partir de amanhã seria oficialmente uma barda que, além de desempregada, já que ninguém parecia estar precisando especificamente de seus serviços para se aventurar (a não ser, novamente, pessoas muito mal intencionadas, as quais merecem ser evitadas, afinal, quem quer virar estatística no posto de ressurreição, não é?) também seria sem teto, pois aparentemente foi uma ótima ideia abandonar a cidade natal a quilômetros de distância do dia para a noite para viver o chamado da aventura.

Que forma de perder quatro ótimos anos de vida.

Bom, talvez fosse melhor começar a procurar por uma taverna meia boca que esteja à procura de uma boa contadora de histórias ou uma garçonete para servir em troca de algumas moedas, vez que tocar não seria uma opção, pois seu instrumento que estava quebrado desde a última ida ao calabouço havia sido vendido para subsidiar o último mês debaixo de um teto e de alimentação.

Os ombros da jovem mulher caíram em desânimo após a breve análise mental da situação, mas seus olhos ainda brilhavam bem espirituosos. Ela não se deu por vencida.

A barda desempregada bebeu novamente, desfrutando da sensação anestesiante do álcool que entorpece suas bochechas e esquenta o âmago de seu corpo, espalhando um calor gostoso que ia do topo de sua cabeça até a ponta dos dedos, deixando a pele sensível ao toque e tudo mais feliz.

Já que de todo jeito seria a última noite de conforto, deveria ser suficientemente proveitosa.

Infelizmente, apesar de desfrutar muito do vinho delicioso que foi-lhe servido, beber sozinha realmente não tinha lá tanto charme.

Nunca fora de beber de um jeito tão triste e solitário, apesar de apreciar uma boa bebida. Sentir pena de si própria também não fazia bem o seu estilo. Nunca fez.

Ela suspirou, dessa vez com indiferença à situação, movendo a cabeça pelo salão para acompanhar as pessoas rindo, flertando e brincando. Era uma boa distração da própria miséria.

Contagiada pela repentina onda mista de aceitação e a pontada de esperança que observar aqueles rosto alegres lhe proporcionou, ela abriu um largo sorriso, feliz por simplesmente estar ali bebendo sua garrafa de vinho deliciosa e levantou em um pulo do banco ao compasso de que a nova música se iniciou. Aquela canção era uma de suas favoritas.

Deste modo, juntou-se ao grupo animado no canto da taverna que dançavam em pares dando pulinhos e passos ligeiros.

Dava quase para esquecer a situação, talvez se bebesse apenas um pouco mais…

Talvez até, se continuasse assim, caso desse umas piscadelas bonitas conseguiria que alguém lhe comprasse mais um copo de bebida e acompanhasse pelo resto da noite. O álcool a deixava carente e muito autoconsciente da quantidade de tempo que havia se passado desde a última vez em que havia sido tocado por alguém diferente de si mesma.

A ideia de fazer a noite um pouco mais interessante era tentadora.

Assim, sorriu para si mesma enquanto rodopiava e cantava batendo palmas ao sons dos violinos e bandolins, abandonado sua precária situação para se permitir sentir alegre apenas por estar ali agora naquele momento.

Não era estúpida, obviamente. Sabia bem separar as coisas e ver a vida de forma prática, esse seu lado apesar de perder boa parte das discussões para sua outra metade mais impulsiva ainda era bem significativo.

Contudo, a barda não era infeliz a ponto de não se permitir mais sonhar e esperar por coisas boas no futuro. Afinal, é como diz o ditado popular: “tudo que acontece se ruim na vida é pra melhorar”.

Para falar bem a verdade, não tinha tanta certeza que era um ditado popular, mas havia escutado alguém falando em algum lugar uma ou duas vezes.

E que boa filosofia não? É bom permitir-se sonhar sempre, pois quem não tem esperança já morreu a muito tempo.

De todo jeito, ficar se sentindo mal pensando no que poderia ter acontecido se houvesse feito coisa X ao invés de Y e remoendo a situação iria impedi-la de aproveitar as pequenas diversões da vida. Diversões como aquele vinho saboroso, a música alegre e, acima de tudo, a impediria de seguir em frente.

Ela ainda se permitia sentir aquela sensação de esperança de que cedo ou tarde as coisas se resolvem e esse é só mais um momento ruim dos vários que o caminho de todo ser humano tem.

Não havia nada o que fazer a respeito do que aconteceu, apenas dali em diante. Então o melhor era terminar de esvaziar aquela garrafa de vinho.

Ao fim da música, ela se despediu dos demais com um aceno de cabeça alegre e voltou animada para seu lugar.

O líquido doce e alcoólico aguçava seus sentidos e o sabor doce se misturava com o aroma delicioso dos pratos que eram servidos. Cada um mais saboroso que o outro. Ensopados, massas, carne assada, vegetais e tortas…

Seus olhos se ocuparam em observar os pedidos que saíam apressados da cozinha indo a cada mesa e os clientes que pediam por eles, ponderando sobre as preferências de cada um e o sabor de cada prato.

Isso até… acompanhar um prato de petisco de carne frita de até o outro extremo do balcão.

Para sua surpresa, não precisou erguer muito o pescoço para encarar os olhos de quem havia solicitado pelo prato.

Encontrar o olhar daquele halfling já cravado na direção em que ela estava sentada foi uma estranha surpresa, ele não pareceu se abalar quando viu que ela notou, continuou observando com afinco, não parecia exatamente curioso, mas ainda a olhava com interesse.

A jovem ergueu as sobrancelhas, ela sim, estava curiosa. Não havia inimizades em particular com ninguém na raça e admirava as habilidades dos poucos que teve oportunidade de conhecer. Pelo que sabia da convivência com membros de seu grupo de aventura, todos eram pessoas muito capazes e de um belo senso de comunidade. Entretanto, pelo que sabia, ela nunca imaginou que, fazendo parte da raça dos homens altos, pudesse realmente chamar atenção da forma em que pareceu captar a desse.

Foi estranho.

Estranho e… curioso.

Bom, de certo havia uma grande chance de ser um enxerido que estava a par dos boatos mais recentes sobre a separação do grupo dela ou então… quem sabe o grande decote redondo de seu vestido, que expunha quase metade dos seios presos pelo corpete colorido estava fazendo um bom trabalho em chamar atenção.

A segunda opção parecia estranhamente bem mais divertida do que a primeira.

Assim, sem pensar muito sobre o assunto, inclinou-se sobre o balcão, procurando demonstrar sua disponibilidade e sorriu calorosamente para ele, acenando de um jeito melindroso com a ponta dos dedos.

A reação do outro lado foi engraçada. Ele arregalou os olhos, parecendo afetado e sofreu um leve engasgo com o vinho que bebida direto da garrafa.

Dada a reação, a probabilidade de ser um curioso era muito alta. Vai saber...

Mas ainda foi meio fofo.

Ela colocou os cotovelos na mesa e apoiou o queixo nas mãos, ainda olhando para ele. Avaliando bem, o halfling era bastante alto se comparado aos que ela conhecia e mais magro também. Ele tinha uma cor de cabelo acobreado tão bonita. A barda não podia ver de maneira tão clara pela falta de luz da taverna, mas chutou que os olhos dele combinavam com o tom do cabelo… ou talvez quem sabe pendesse para uma tonalidade mais acastanhada? Foi difícil dizer.

Do outro lado ele, aparentemente mais composto agora, continuou olhando para ela.

Então ele realmente estava flertando. Que divertido. - ela concluiu, levando um pouco do vinho na taça até a boca.

Costumava ser meio difícil calcular a idade das raças diferentes, mas ele não parecia ser muito velho, apesar de ter um ar maduro e cabelos brancos espalhados de forma não muito uniforme pela cabeça. Felizmente, não tinha como ser jovem Não, definitivamente, apesar da estatura naturalmente mais baixa, os olhos treinados dela, observando com bastante cuidado conseguia notar os trejeitos da idade. Além disso, se não fosse o caso, não estaria bebendo em uma taverna tarde da noite.

Ele ainda parecia interessado, então porque não descobrir o que aquilo poderia dar? Talvez essa pudesse ser a companhia que estava procurando para acompanhá-la.

A tendência a preferir agir por impulso era o seu pior defeito, essa natureza lutava com seu lado pragmático de viver e, boa parte das vezes vencia, ainda mais depois de algumas doses de álcool. Aquela feliz ou infelizmente foi uma das vezes.

Deste modo, ela se levantou com o mesmo sorriso caloroso e foi até ao lado dele.

─ A noite está muito agradável. Posso me juntar a você? ─ a barda falou alegremente. Mesmo sendo da raça dos homens altos, definitivamente não era lá a mais alta entre as mulheres da espécie, contudo se sentiu grande naquela posição, assim curvou-se um pouco para se aproximar ao nível dele.

De perto, notou que os olhos do halfling tinham um tom castanho bem escuro e pegou algumas rugas marcadas em seu rosto, provavelmente por se irritar um pouco demais, ela chutou… e definitivamente confirmou que ele era por um pouco mais velho do que ela imaginou também.

O halfling se inclinou para trás, erguendo imediatamente a cabeça. Já estava bem acostumado com a própria altura e as incidências de se ter corpo leve cercado de pessoas com praticamente o dobro de sua altura, mas aquele foi um momento em que se sentiu feliz pelo tamanho diminuto. Seu rosto ficava na altura daquele decote redondo bonito. O corpete apertado fazia com que os seios da moça ficassem empinados e parecessem implorar para saltar fora bem na cara dele. Céus.

─ Claro. ─ ele não demorou em responder, fazendo seu melhor para não tremer a voz e deu de ombros. De pronto, já virou para não encarar de forma indelicada, puxando a taça dela para encher com um pouco da sua bebida e desviando o olhar com maestria.

O vinho encheu a nova taça com facilidade, uma visão que ele sempre ficava feliz em apreciar.

Não que tudo isso fosse servir de alguma coisa, já que havia encarado muito mais do que poderia se considerar adequado até um momento atrás. Encarado descaradamente.

Mas em sua defesa, Chilchuck não acreditou que ela pudesse sequer considerar a ideia de o levar a sério ou sequer olhar com cuidado suficiente para notar o que ele estava explicitamente fazendo. Afinal, ele e os demais halflings tendiam a ser menosprezados de forma bem habitual e muitas vezes nem considerados realmente indivíduos pelos homens altos. Ele já havia se acostumado com isso.

Foi impossível evitar, depois de um longo período preso nos fundos do calabouço tudo o que ele mais queria era sair para comer. Comida de verdade, não a ração insípida que os aventureiros têm que engolir conforme se afundam naquele buraco em busca de tesouros e ossos de monstro, comida de verdade com carne e legumes. Ele também queria beber uma boa bebida. Principalmente beber.

E o halfling estava fazendo isso muito bem. Pois se havia algo mundano da superfície de que ele sentia falta quando se encontrava trancafiado no subsolo era o álcool.

Mas uma coisa muito interessante apareceu em meio aos seus simples prospectos daquela noite.

Ele não sabia quem era, mas sabia que cheirava a um perfume delicioso. Os sentidos aguçados permitiam que ele, mesmo em meios aos aromas espalhados, captasse o cheiro de flores selvagens do rastro de perfume que ela espalhava enquanto rodopiava de mãos dadas com uma anã.

Ela é da raça dos homens altos, apesar de não ser uma das maiores que ele já vira, ele diria que pouca coisa maior que um gnomo. A humana rodopiava tão animada… além disso, parecia jovem e era a dona de um sorriso tão feliz. Não um sorriso alegre ou tomado pela euforia do álcool.

O sorriso dela era simplesmente feliz mesmo e tão sincero, ela parecia só estar feliz de estar ali, balançando a saia colorida e cantando.

Chilchuck ficou encantado, foi como se houvesse sido pego pelas artimanhas de uma sereia. Mas ao invés da bela voz, foram o sorriso e os movimentos bonitos dela que lhe conquistaram quase que imediatamente.

Ele teve vontade de sorrir também enquanto a observava dançar, contagiado por aquela doçura, mesmo não sendo o melhor apreciador de coisas tão suaves assim, definitivamente não eram do tipo que combinavam bem com ele. Todavia, ao final, Chilchuck acabou sorrindo mesmo assim, sem nem mesmo perceber ao notar logo fingiu que aquilo não havia acontecido.

A partir daí ele estava de olho nela.

Céus, talvez a bebida estivesse o fazendo se sentir meio ousado ou simplesmente tinha acabado com o mínimo senso de decoro e respeito que ainda cultivava, mas ela era bonita demais. Não simplesmente por ser dona de um sorriso bonito, mas também tinha um corpo cheio de curvas deliciosas. Que coisa injusta.

Ele notou cuidadosamente como as gotas de suor desciam pelo decote dela e se acumulavam sob os ombros expostos da humana de uma forma que, sob a luz ambiente, fazia a pele dela reluzir.

Além disso, aqueles peitos pareciam tão grandes e macios. Chilchuck praguejou um xingamento muito baixo em seu próprio dialeto sem ter uma palavra melhor para aquela situação. Aquela era uma hora boa para suspender a bebida e voltar para casa…

Obviamente, ele não fez isso.

O halfling divagou sobre qual seria a sensação de colocar o rosto dele bem ali ao mesmo tempo em que apertava a barriga dela, esforçando-se o suficiente apenas para abaixar o corpete e agarrar um daqueles montes de carne macia e flexível. Provavelmente, mal caberia sua mão.

A perspectiva de colocar na boca e sugar os mamilos juntos até que eles ficassem protuberantes e avermelhados… puta merda. Que sons sairiam da boca dela quando ele fizesse isso? Seria delicioso ouvi-la desmontar embaixo dele.

Em nenhum momento desde a estranha separação familiar, logo quando voltou a se permitir prestar atenção nas necessidades mundanas as quais sentia, ele chegou a fazer algo como agora.

Nunca havia sido de reparar, muito menos refletir daquela maneira tão escrachada a respeito de mulheres daquela raça (ou de qualquer outra para ser bem sincero, mas principalmente dos homens altos que nunca enxergavam os halflings de forma respeitosa), contudo, de repente, a estranha perspectiva parecia muito mais do que simplesmente curiosa ou interessante.

Chilchuck se apoiou no balcão olhando na direção dela e continuou com os sonhos acordados, queria reparar em cada pedacinho da humana para poder relembrar mais tarde quando finalmente estivesse sozinho em seu quarto.

Um homem pode sonhar, não é?

Qual seria a sensação de poder enfiar o pau em meio aos seios dela e simplesmente foder? Droga.

Ele tomou uma golada de sua bebida, um pouco frustrado e irritado após fechar os olhos um momento e deixar a mente vagar, envergonhado e irritado com a ideia de não poder satisfazê-la devidamente. Para os padrões da própria raça com os quais estava acostumado, tinha plena consciência que era maior do que o esperado, mas trocando a perspectiva para a dos homens altos…

Não havia o que fazer, mas ele era orgulhoso demais para aceitar e simplesmente se dar por vencido, mesmo em seus sonhos acordados. Além disso, ele tinha muitas ideias de como fazer dar certo.

Nesse momento, a mulher pareceu finalmente se dar conta de que ele existia ali e se dispôs a encará-lo com olhos curiosos. Bom, não tinha como ser sua primeira vez vendo um halfling, afinal, ela parecia e se vestia como uma local.

Ele não se preocupou muito com isso, logo ela se esqueceria dele e voltaria a se entreter com o que quer, ou quem quer, que tenha capturado sua atenção naquele salão.

Mas, então, ela o surpreendeu.

A humana deu a ele um daqueles lindos sorrisos e acenou, curvando-se sobre o balcão de madeira. Ela não estava flertando estava? De propósito? Com ele todas as pessoas dali?

A nova posição deu a Chilchuck uma visão ainda mais ampla dos seios expostos pelo decote e ele parou de funcionar quando a situação o atingiu completamente. Será que ele estava sendo tão óbvio assim?

Por um segundo do completo, ele ficou totalmente sem reação, nada passava por sua cabeça. A situação era muito nova e inesperada e ele precisava de um segundo a mais apenas para se ajustar a ela ainda.

Mas a mulher alta não deu tempo para que isso acontecesse, pois caminhou em direção a ele e se sentou ao seu lado. Que pessoa estranha. Talvez ele estivesse com sorte, afinal, sorte demais até.

Não gostava de crendices, mas quem sabe fosse o universo o recompensando depois daquela série de mortes por causa das porcarias dos mímicos que decidiram fazer um complô se enfiando em todos os baús que sua party encontrou na última viagem ao calabouço.

Então, após ele servir a ela uma bebida, eles começaram a Inicialmente sobre bebidas, assunto apreciado por ambos, mas a conversa, inesperadamente, estendeu-se por um período bastante prolongado sob os mais diversos assuntos que flutuavam entre costumes das raças, culinária e até observações sobre as pessoas na taverna.

Ela tinha uma voz que o cativava, então Chilchuck fez o possível para escutá-la durante o máximo de tempo possível.

Era estranha a forma como foi fácil demais conversar com ela. O fato dela o levar a sério e o enxergar simplesmente como um adulto ajudou bastante, ele não precisava pisar em ovos e pensar no que deveria falar ou como deveria agir para que ela o interpretasse como um igual. O sentimento foi muito reconfortante.

Os assuntos em meio às garrafas de vinho eram sempre os mais mundanos e triviais, mas ele evitou qualquer coisa que pudesse fazer com que a conversa se tornasse mais pessoal do que deveria.

Ela parecia uma boa pessoa. Talvez ele pudesse achá-la ainda um pouco ingênua e simplista demais em suas opiniões, mas, ao mesmo tempo, ela adotava uma linha de pensamento que era surpreendentemente assertiva e pragmática que o surpreendia e o deixava ainda mais atraído.

A mulher tinha uma daquelas personalidades magnéticas, que tornavam as coisas mais fáceis e o fisgou de um jeito certeiro, mesmo optando por constantemente provocá-lo até que o halfling perdesse a paciência sob a alegação de que ele era alguém muito fácil de afetar.

Talvez Chilchuck devesse anotar irritante na lista mental de características que havia feito a respeito dela.

Então, antes que percebessem o que estava acontecendo, ambos estavam no quarto dela, no segundo andar da taverna que também funcionava como uma estalagem simples. Ela sentada na beira da cama, apoiada por uma das mãos firme acima do colchão macio e ele de pé, inclinado acima dela com uma das mãos na bochecha da mulher, enquanto a outra segurava a nuca dela no lugar para que ele pudesse beijá-la com força.

Um dos joelhos dele se dobraram sob o colchão, afastando as coxas da mulher uma da outra. Ela estremeceu.

Talvez aquilo combinasse bem com ele no fim das contas, não era um romance dramático e complicado que lhe tiraria o sono, não demandaria manutenção futura, palavras complicadas ou o trabalho de expor sentimentos que eram muito difíceis de externalizar.

Era ótimo, apenas um modo de extravasar um pouco da tensão acumulada.

Além disso, pelo jeito com qual ela se aproximou, também não parecia estar em busca de nada extravagante, o que era muito bom. Sexo simplesmente por fazer.

Esse tipo de relação descompromissada parecia apropriado para alguém como ele. Simples e prático. Talvez meio inesperado, mas ainda assim…

Chilchuck a encarou sob as pálpebras meio abertas quando momentaneamente as bocas de ambos se separaram após ele deixar uma leve mordida no lábio inferior inchado da mulher para dar-lhe um espaço apropriado para finalmente tomar um pouco de fôlego.

Ele se deleitou com a visão da humana respirando rapidamente espalhada sob os lençóis debaixo dele. O halfling nunca pensou que pudesse sentir tanta excitação apenas por beijar alguém e sentir o toque da pele quente daquela forma, mesmo que sob o tecido das roupas de ambos. Bom, talvez a culpa fosse dele por ter negligenciado as próprias necessidades por tanto tempo, mas ela se portando de forma tão carente com um único beijo não o ajudava.

A escuridão dominava o cômodo fracamente iluminado pela luz da lua que penetrava ali através das frestas no telhado e nas janelas. Dava para ver as partículas de poeira flutuando pelo quarto trancado e a lua lá fora iluminava apenas o suficiente e necessário.

Aparentemente aquilo funcionou bem.

Mesmo com a pequena pausa, seus sentidos não se acalmaram. Céus. Beijar aquele halfling era viciante. A moça tinha expectativas, mas os lábios dele em sua boca lhe atacaram com tamanha ferocidade a ponto de fazer o corpo dela estremecer com os beijos e, de forma alguma, cogitar sair dali.

As mãos dele eram estranhamente leves, mas apertavam os quadris dela com tanta urgência e força que o toque parecia lhe deixar em chamas. Ela não sabia bem onde colocar as mãos, então optou por entrelaçar elas na nuca dele enquanto o halfling explorava a boca dela com avidez lidando vok os beijos famintos da moça, tentando puxar o corpo maior dela do jeito certo apenas para aprofundar ainda mais o beijo.

A tensão era elétrica.

Curiosa, ela o incentivou acariciando sua cabeça e puxando levemente os cabelos castanhos no couro cabeludo. Foi certeiro e garantiu que os ouvidos dela, apesar de não chegarem a ser tão sensíveis quanto os dele, se deleitavam com um gemido necessitado vindo da boca do halfling.

Impaciente, em seu frenesi de embriaguez Chilchuck fez o que esteve em sua mente a noite inteira. Trilhou um caminho de beijos fortes pela mandíbula dela, então pescoço, clavícula e vão dos seios, o sabor do suor grudado contra a pele misturado ao perfume floral estava o deixando ainda mais embriagado, o halfling nunca foi fã de coisas doces, mas aquele sabor era definitivamente viciante. Conforme avançava até o peito praticamente desnudo da mulher, Chilchuck podia sentir o coração acelerado dela contra as costelas de uma maneira rítmica que parecia estar a par com a frequência dele mesmo.

Ele mordeu o corpete mal colocado e o puxou para baixo com a ajuda dos dedos bem treinados. Finalmente fazendo aquilo o que mais queria durante toda a noite: libertar os globos macios daquela prisão inadequada, arrancando um gemido surpreso da moça em protesto e susto no processo devido a sua atividade invesoada.

O halfling pairou sobre ela e demorou um tempo encarando sua proeza. Contudo, logo agarrou ambos os globos redondos em suas mãos com força, apreciando seu peso, maciez e elasticidade. Foi tão bom quanto ele imaginou. Não melhor!

─ Você sabe que não estava fazendo um trabalho muito bom em mantê-los aí mesmo, cedo ou tarde isso iria acontecer de qualquer jeito. ─ ele murmurou taciturno em resposta ao protesto surpreso que ela deu a ele. A moça apenas ergueu a cabeça, mas não conseguiu responder, muito focada na sensação aflitiva que as lambidas e mordidas lhe causavam e nas pulsações terríveis que elas enviavam bem para o meio das pernas dela.

─ Era isso mesmo que você queria não é? ─ o Halfling sondou curioso, logo depois de soltar o seio direito com um som ruidoso e molhado da boca. Os olhos dele tinham um brilho zombeteiro e divertido. ─ Eu aposto. Não tem nada que explique a necessidade de expor assim…

Ela revirou os olhos, buscando foco e carência em meio aos pensamentos e sensações para cortá-lo antes que terminasse. Torcendo o nariz.

─ O que você entenderia de moda… ─ foi tudo o que saiu e a barda bufou. Ela olhou para o halfling com os olhos carentes e Chilchuck deu uma risada fraca, sem comentar mais sobre o assunto, fingindo que acreditava na nova tendência de vestidos e prendendo ambos os mamilos maltratados entre os dedos e então dando uma atenção especial para um dele.

Ele pegou o bico do peito entre os lábios, mordiscando levemente e sugando com avidez, enquanto brincava com a ponta da língua na protuberância sensível. Arrancando gemidos baixos e aflitos da moça que agarrava os cabelos dele em retaliação.

As mãos dele foram se deslocando para os lados do corpo dela, navegado pelas pernas espalhadas e subindo a saia amassada do vestido a medida que voltavam para cima

Ele seguia beijando a pele, deixando diversas mordidas e sugando o local entre os lábios, formando uma trilha avermelhada… era como se estivesse em um estado de mais profunda adoração. Cada ato arrancava um suspiro diferente da mulher e fazia com que os pés dela se contassem contra a cama, Chilchuck captava cada sinal, por menor que fosse.

Beijo após beijo, o halfling continuava e a deixava respirando fundo enquanto puxava e provocava seus mamilos empinados entre os dedos calejados.

As mãos dele massageavam ambos os seios, esfregando cuidadosamente os mamilos rijos pelo ar frio da noite e a repentina estimulação. Ele movia os dedos de uma forma que fazia a cabeça da moça girar sem mais nenhum pensamento, apenas sobrecarregada com a sensação de atenção em seus lugares mais sensíveis. O sabor intenso do álcool ainda persistia em sua língua e a deixava mais confusa sem fôlego.

O corpete sob o vestido parecia apertado demais e o tecido da saia enroscado em suas pernas pareciam muito restritivos e incômodos para o próprio gosto da moça.

Ela torceu o nariz insatisfeita e empurrou o halfling, espantando-se com o quão fácil foi realizar aquela proeza. Por um segundo havia se esquecido de como são mais leves e pediu desculpas.

─ Está tudo bem? ─ ele perguntou a ela ainda meio deslocado erguendo-se sob os joelhos. Seus olhos castanhos exalavam a mistura de receio com preocupação e confusão.

─ Não. Não está. ─ ela respondeu de modo sustento, mas antes que seu inesperado parceiro da noite pudesse questiona-lá a respeito dos problemas que estavam incômodo a barda, ela logo completou:

─ Eu não aguento mais esse vestido irritante. ─ ela declarou, desamarrando o corpete por trás em um puxão e tirando o vestido sob a cabeça, expondo-se em sua gloriosa nudez para o halfling uma cabeça mais baixa.

Chilchuck arregalou os olhos no mesmo momento, com a boca aberta incapaz de dizer qualquer palavra. Ela estava de joelhos na cama e se elevava sob ele como um ser de um outro plano. A luz fraca do quarto iluminava as curvas expostas da mulher suficientemente bem para que ele saltasse todos os seus detalhes, parecia um pecado querer tocá-lo e ao mesmo tempo uma blasfêmia não o fazer.

─ Caralho… ─ Ele apenas conseguiu sussurrar, seguido de um xingamento em sua língua materna, ainda preso na linda e erótica figura diante dele. Céus, Chilchuck tinha certeza que a partir de agora todas as sucubus que encontrasse na vida tomariam aquela forma a sua frente e ele não saberia como explicar isso a ninguém.

Ela apenas riu da reação inesperada. ─ O que? O gato comeu sua língua? ─ após o momento de coragem vigorosa em prosseguir com toda a exposição ela deitou sob os cotovelos e olhou para ele de modo provocante.

O halfling balançou a cabeça de um lado para o outro, recuperando os rumos depois de ter sido desorientado pela bela visão e não demorou em se inclinar sobre ela, novamente a beijando com fervor. Uma mão descansando com firmeza na bochecha da moça enquanto a outra percorria os lados do corpo dela.

Inesperadamente, ela sentiu o ar fresco da noite fazer cócegas em sua boceta ainda vestida. Quando a calcinha foi puxada para baixo, ela levantou os quadris para ajudá-lo a tirá-la fazendo um pequeno beicinho com a exposição, apesar de finalmente estar feliz por ter se livrado da última restrição.

Ela estremeceu quando sentiu os dedos calejados dele percorrerem o caminho através das costelas dela e coxas para descansar acima dos joelhos dela, abrindo suas pernas para o deleite dele até que os joelhos estivessem praticamente colados no colchão. Isso ao mesmo tempo em que o halfling abandonava os lábios dela para descia através de seu corpo, deixando uma trilha de beijo suaves por onde passava.

Then she arched her back as she felt his thumb land on her wet core, pressing her swollen clit in a slow, torturous circular motion, but at the same time so good it made her gasp.

The bard plucked up the courage to look at the halfling's face and he seemed focused on what he was doing, very busy taking the flesh of her thigh between his teeth and then kissing the reddened spot for a long time, testing the reactions he could get from her by paying attention to the bundle of swollen nerves between her legs.

He seemed to be enjoying this. More than she could ever imagine and more than any other man she had ever been with before. The realization of the fact and all the attention he was giving her was making her insides twist into a tight knot.

The woman closed her eyes and held her breath, not daring to interrupt the treatment the halfling was unexpectedly giving her.

O coração da barda batia excitado enquanto os dedos dele deslizavam sobre as dobras inchadas de sua boceta.

─ Let me know if it gets too much. ─ Chilchuck purred as the fingers of one hand curled in search of the bundle of nerves within the woman's warm, velvety interior, while the thumb of the other hand remained stroking the outside in a slow, torturous circular motion.

A intrusão fazia com que ela se apertasse com força em volta dele, sugando os dedos com avidez.

She gritted her teeth, stifling a needy moan, and he chuckled. The sound vibrated through the room as the halfling's nimble, precise fingers played with her intimate part.

Chilchuck was very pleased, his round ears always moved gently at the slightest noise of pleasure that the woman in bed let escape through her lips. He could be very rusty from the lack of practice in recent times and perhaps a little anxious for the same reason too... well, who was he trying to fool, the fabric of his pants against his skin was becoming unbearable, he could cum just at the idea of having that woman riding him, however, he would not let anything in the world stop him from genuinely enjoying that pussy.

Precisava de calma, tempo e paciência. Era quase como destrancar uma fechadura ou desarmar uma armadilha. Era necessário ter precisão para girar as engrenagens certas e fazer com que ela abrisse as pernas cada vez mais.

Speaking of which, she was also being so good and was so wet. He would never admit how needy he felt, realizing that the feeling was mutual was almost comforting, almost.

Chilchuck pressed a kiss against her thigh again, right over a scar, licking the skin as he moved his cheek to rest against her leg, using all of his senses to take in everything that was happening to her at that moment.

The woman moaned and looked down between her thighs, watching each flex of his precise wrist tendons as he pumped his fingers in and out. The two fingers he was using were pressing so well against the walls of her insides that the moment he finally hit that special spot, her legs snapped shut in shock at the new sensation.

A surprised and needy exclamation spilled directly from her parted lips, it was exactly there. The sweetest place.

The halfling let out a laugh through his nose and pressed against the spot again, testing the new discovery full of a determination to find what he was looking for, forcing her legs to open again.

He tapped the spot with his fingers as the tight feeling in her stomach only grew and grew to the point where it felt like it was burning. With each thrust, she felt the lewd sound of her pussy begging the halfling not to stop.

Quase lá. Só um pouco mais!

It felt so good. He rubbed the same spot with just the right amount of pressure over and over again, and she could barely keep her legs open as she trembled, clutching the sheets in search of relief. It was hard to think of anything else other than the wonderful feeling of warmth in her core that only increased when he added another finger, this time to stroke her neglected clit again. A tight coil formed in her stomach.

A cada estocada, ela apenas conseguia desejar mais e mais.

Moans and gasps began to dance on her lips, by chance, her eyes clouded with pleasure met the brown eyes of that halfling. He seemed amazed, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed knowing that she was being watched with such attention, at the same time her walls began to embrace his experienced fingers in her feminine interior. She was going to cum, that fast.

Que vergonha.

─ Please… ─ the young woman looked at him with tearful eyes and brought her hand to his head after gathering strength to lift her torso, messing up her brown hair and thinking about the feeling of being filled. She searched for words and realized that she had not asked his name.

Amidst her confused thoughts, she made a note to ask later and, taking advantage of the extra courage that the adrenaline in her blood gave her, the bard raised her torso a little and brought her free hand to her most sensitive spot. It was soaked.

Well, after all, she wouldn't be ashamed to ask for what she wanted. With the help of her fingers, she carefully exposed her needy hole to him. Swallowing the accumulated saliva, she felt the words she had thought of saying wanting to die in the back of her throat as her eyes fixed on the halfling's face without breaking eye contact, her cheeks were red, but she even affectedly asked in a whisper full of desire:

─ Eu… quero que você coloque em mim…

She had been completely silenced by the way the halfling was looking at her after her indecent display of desire. He was practically devouring her pussy with his gaze as she stood helpless and exposed to him, waiting for the final round.

─ No. ─ he was quick to answer, falling into her again. Apparently, he had really enjoyed that. Maybe it was just his imagination, but she swore she noticed for a second his face and the tips of his ears gaining color in the half-light.

The bard could easily feel his hot breath so close to her sensitive spot, that was just a sign of what was to come, she didn't know if she was prepared.

Chilchuck continued to slide the wet muscle of his tongue agonizingly slowly over her cunt, lapping up the pleasure juices he had drawn from her. The bard's back twitched beneath the mattress in response, and her toes flexed and curled instinctively as noises escaped her mouth.

Ela ergueu a cabeça para olhar para ele e ficou sem fôlego quando o notou olhando para ela, bem posicionado entre a maciez da parte interna suas coxas com uma expressão atrevida.

He slowly pushed his fingers inside her, slipping easily between her slick folds.

─ Only when I'm done with you.─ His voice vibrated against her core just a second before he began sucking her swollen clit with his mouth. Her eyes widened, her legs tightening around his head in ecstasy at the sensation of his warm tongue caressing her sensitive spot while his lips sucked on her pussy. She never thought she would feel something so intense before.

The feeling of pleasure was so profound that she swore at any moment she could feel her eyes roll back so that she would abandon any trace of lucidity as he continued to eat her vehemently.

The young woman could only caress the back of his neck in gratitude, letting out moans and sighs. The halfling inserted his fingers inside again, caressing the sweet spot in the woman's pussy and moving them in conjunction with his experienced tongue.

O trabalho bem feito enviou correntes elétricas pela sua espinha

The combination caused her back to arch off the mattress again. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it wasn't enough for him to stop his ministrations for more than a second, quickly returning to spreading her legs under the bed.

Sweat began to build up and form beads on her forehead, contrasting with the way her extremities felt cold.

As he ran his tongue under her pussy, playing with her stimulated interior, the bard felt the tightness at the base of her belly grow and grow. The rhythm was constant and didn't even give her time to think about how to warn him that she was about to come undone for the second time. The contractions of her velvety walls around his fingers were perhaps a signal for the halfling to notice what was about to happen.

But if that wasn't enough for him to get the message, as he continued, the overstimulation caused her to start shaking her hips wildly, choking out incoherent moans, her insides feeling like they were completely turned upside down.

He pulled back, giving her swollen bud a chaste kiss followed by one last playful lick, but continued mercilessly pushing his fingers against the inside of her pussy.

The bard half-opened her eyes only to find him with messy bangs, her glazed expression giving way to a mischievous smile as her moans became louder and louder.

The young woman's body trembled and a scream choked deep in her throat as she began to stutter out apologies and choked regrets and gushed around the halfling's precise, calloused fingers, which did not stop their ministrations.

─ Holy shit… ─ He exclaimed, followed by a whispered curse in his native language, watching her squirt. Marveling at the way the stream slowly began to look like a stream, soaking the bed sheets.

Chilchuck smiled and pulled his fingers out at once to quickly rub her swollen clitoris, more than happy to have managed to satisfy her in such a way. Those shrill moans and the delicious taste of her juices washed away any drop of drunkenness that the alcohol had released into his body moments ago, but it wasn't as if he wasn't drunk. Maybe even worse, addicted, who knows. His lonely nights would have plenty of material for ramblings under his collar now and maybe that wasn't a good thing.

When the woman's body finally relaxed on the bed, exhausted by the sensation of cumming so hard, she shivered all over when the halfling gave her a cold kiss on the forehead, gently moving her hair away from her face. She brought both hands to her face, embarrassed by the strange thing that had happened and still intoxicated by the sensation.

─ Vamos, vire-se. ─ ele pediu com sorriso satisfeito. Sua voz tentava esconder o censo de urgência dos problemas desejos.

─ Huh? ─ She forced herself to regain her senses, raising her torso and looking at him.

─ We're not done yet. You wouldn't be that mean to me, would you? Be a good girl. ─ She nodded her head positively to the statement, very touched by the tone of his voice and unable to respond to anything when he said all that kneeling on the mattress next to her, untying the strings of his pants and giving her a chaste kiss on the shoulder. His lips seemed to set her skin on fire.

So the young woman did exactly what he asked. His hands ran down her back and she instinctively understood what he wanted without anything else being said.

Then she lifted her hips up a little, arching them gently and gripping the pillow.

─ Now cross your legs. ─ the Halfling asked, positioning himself behind her on his knees. The position should be enough for them to fit together.

─ Like this? ─ she asked, moving her hips from side to side, curious about the position that gave her slight spasms due to the sensitivity of her pussy after cumming so intensely.

─ Yes, very good. ─ He congratulated her with two light pats on her hip. The girl sighed in response, burying her face in the pillow, perhaps a little more excited than she should have been with all this and definitely eager for her to finally be filled.

Her body was telling her in no uncertain terms that she needed him inside. Now.

Chilchuck quickly moved his fist along his own handshake, exhaling loudly in anticipation, blaming himself for the immense nervousness he felt at the moment.

The bard bit her lower lip as she felt her own slit being spread once more, at first she feared that the position might be uncomfortable, but as he thrust back and forth it proved to be the complete opposite and made her dig into her pillows in pleasure, lifting her ass up further like a needy cat, at least that spot had already been freed from any embarrassment.

Almost ready to break at any second, Chilchuck rolled his hips against hers, at first in a steady rhythm. Only pulling out a little before sinking back in. His entire body was burning with the strange sensation of his cock being swallowed by those wet walls in such a constant manner, perhaps it was due to the previous stimulation, but she was practically sucking him back in again every time she pulled away.

Céus. Aquela jovem era mesmo uma perdição. Ele não iria durar.

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The bard clutched the soft pillow to her body, lying on the bed. Despite her tiredness, her head felt much lighter and clearer. "Name?" She poked the halfling in the ribs, reminding herself that she should ask his name. It would at least be polite.

─ Hm? ─ He narrowed his eyes at her, wrinkling his nose and exhaling the smoke from the cigarette he had inhaled in the opposite direction to where she was facing. He hadn't misheard, he was just surprised by the question after the long silence that reigned in the musky-smelling room when they both finished exhausted.

She was too quiet, and she didn’t seem like that kind of person. Chilchuck was afraid the human was regretting having sex with an old halfling. The idea was a direct shot to his ego.

Mas Céus. Onde ele estava com a cabeça? Isso que dá beber demais e pensar com a cabeça do pau.

─ What's your name? I realized I didn't ask. ─ She blinked at him, lying on her stomach and swinging her feet back and forth. The halfling felt relieved. Her face didn't look like that of a young woman morally repentant for having drunk too much. ─ Which is funny considering how much I exposed myself to you less than ten minutes ago. ─ She finished, laughing to herself. She really did have a wonderful smile.

Ele não evitou de rir também e com um aceno de cabeça, se apresentou.

─ Tims. Chilchuck Tims.

Após saber o nome dela, ela prontamente se apresentou em troca. Então, o silêncio reinou novamente, dessa vez com um clima bem mais leve.

─ Can you give me some? ─ The woman's voice penetrated Chilchuck's ears again. He wouldn't complain about the sound, even though he was enjoying the moment of peace and relaxation. She pointed to the cigarette rolled in his fingers.

The halfling looks at her quizzically, but shrugs, taking one last long, slow drag before passing it to her.

─ Now... I know it's none of my business, but aren't you a little young for this? ─ Sitting on the bed, he rests his elbow under his knee and asks genuinely curiously, as he watches her roll under the mattress in her beautiful nakedness and inhale the smoke familiarly before passing it back.

Ela apenas sorri atrevida, soltando a fumaça para cima.

─ Like I told you earlier, I'm old enough. Enough. ─ she repeated. Then she rolled over to lie next to him. ─ And you?

Chilchuck pursed his lips thoughtfully. He wouldn't talk, he didn't want to know too much about her and he didn't want to talk too much either to escape the dreaded curiosity that only grew as the minutes passed in the girl's presence, but perhaps he could give her a break since he was feeling so light and calm. Like he hadn't felt in a long time.

─ Nos seus padrões, fiz 27 este ano. ─ Ele explicou, acariciando os cabelos dela. Não conseguiu resistir à vontade.

─ Considering just that, he's not that much older than me. By your standards, how much is that? ─ she asked curiously, knowing that his race had a slightly shorter life expectancy than hers.

─ Praticamente a meia idade. ─ Chilchuck respondeu em um tom azedo. Não queria se lembrar da idade agora, não ao lado de uma moça jovem como ela. Parecia estranho. Errado. ─ Para um homem alto é o mesmo que ter uns quarenta e poucos. ─ ele deu de ombros.

Após isso, ele ficou sob o olhar avaliador da mulher.

─ O que foi? ─ o Halfling perguntou enrrugando o nariz. Então, os cantos da boca da jovem se elevaram e ela apontou.

─ When I saw you up close, I thought you were a taciturn old man. It seems I wasn't wrong after all.

Chilchuck wanted to laugh at the cheeky comment and felt sick, the halfling felt surprised by her eye, as most tall men don't bother to notice those of his race. He was overcome by a mix of feelings, mostly good, but he ended up choosing to externalize his irritation, as he always did when he felt mixed feelings, due to the fact that he had been called old for nothing.

─ Então você deve ter um pouco mais de respeito, no mínimo. ─ ele puxou a orelha dela.

The girl kicked the air, laughing at how affected he seemed at something so silly and sat up in bed, raising her hands in a solemn gesture.

─ Oh, desculpe senhor Tims.

Chil was once again surprised by her attention to his manners, but decided not to show it. Holding onto a mocking frown, he rolled his eyes and corrected her.

─ Só Chilchuck, não precisa se incomodar com formalidades. ─ Ele realmente não se importava com os costumes depois de tanto tempo vivendo entre os homens altos e depois de tudo o que acabara de acontecer…

─ Oh well, Chilchuck, if you want to know, I like older men. ─ she said, testing his name on her lips, quickly trying to correct any misunderstanding. ─ They know how to treat a girl well. ─ Then she winked at him with an amused look.

─ É sempre um prazer agradar. A experiência vem com o tempo. ─ ele afirmou

Her cheeks were covered in an almost imperceptible pink hue. She was glad she hadn't asked for the way out after so long.

─ Sabe de uma coisa? ─ ela se sentiu ousada para questionar o que passava em sua mente naquele momento.

─ Hm?

─ We could meet again to…─ she looked away, playing with the edges of the sheet as she searched for words and turned back to look at the halfling with expectations, heavens, where would she find another man who was so good at giving her pleasure like that? ─ work on the relationships between tall men and halflings. ─ she finished, uncertain about her choice of words, thinking about the effectiveness of the message in conveying what she really wanted to ask him. ─ What do you say?

─ I don't think it's a bad idea after all. Are you free next week? ─ Chilchuck felt uncertain, but the answer popped into his mind almost instantly. God, what a bad idea he was getting himself into.

However, he was still unable to deny it and tried to justify himself, claiming it was just a new casual encounter, without realizing the real danger of the complicated situation he was getting himself into.

#x reader #imagine #pt br #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #chilchuck #chilchuk tims #chilchuk tims x reader

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ೃ࿔ TABOO CRUSH ☾

SYNOPSIS: you’re megumi’s best friend first, but you can’t help also being his dad’s biggest mma fan

PAIRING — mma!toji fushiguro x uni!reader

CONTENT — MDNI, angst, NSFW, filthy, age gap, nsfw, thigh riding, pet names, MAJOR spit kink, virginity loss, corruption kink, spanking, cheating, daddy kink, pussy slapping, cunninglingus, creampie, unprotected, dacriphilia,

A/N — end of fic for informational + donation links 🍉

you were just a girl. and being a girl you obviously fangirled over silly things.

it varied really. you fangirled over one piece, aot, video game characters, film characters, peaky blinders, game of thrones, k-dramas, and of course sports. you had silly crushes on soccer players, but the one athlete who truly dominated your heart was the best mma fighter of all time and that was none other than, Toji Fushiguro.

“megumiiii!” you run over to the boy, throwing yourself on his back making him stumble, just as yuuji came, also jumping on megumi.

nobara was running as well with her shopping bags and boba before gasping for air by the time she reached the doorstep of the fushiguro household.

“we missed you!” yuuji whines. the three of you decided to pay megumi a visit after his weeklong absence due to his cold.

“get off me.” he grunts.

“it’s okay! we don’t care that you’re sick!” you dramatically cry out, yuuji crying as well as you kiss megumi’s cheek—

“It’s not because I’m sick, but because you idiots are heavy!” megumi shoves you and yuuji as he stumbles back. his vein was throbbing on his forehead, only making the three of you bark with laughter.

“y/n, and I will cook for you!” nobara was already shoving her way inside as you trailed after. taking over the fushiguro kitchen as yuuji dragged megumi back inside, crashing in the living room. everyone making themselves at home, as if they’ve lived here for years. megumi didn’t say anything. only commenting about not burning their hands again, because the truth is megumi missed them too.

snuggling into the blanket, yuuji played the new game megumi had bought. nobara had maki on speaker as she tried to give instructions on the new curry recipe. while you lounged on the counter scrolling through your phone—

“smells good.” the deep voice sent shivers down your spine. you glanced up to see the man you fantasized about, before even meeting megumi. you’d known megumi since your first year at university. but it wasn’t until you made a joke about how him and the mma fighter have the same last name did everything click.

“ya, he’s my dad.” your fate was sealed. you could never ever ever have sex with your idol, because he was your best friends dad.

how the heavens have cursed you.

but that didn’t stop you from always trailing behind the man. smiling brightly, rambling about your classes, telling him about how the professor hates you but loves megumi. you’re happy he never noticed the way your cheeks would sting every time you’d speak to him, or when he’d look at you, or when he’d pat your head, or when he’d-

“nobara is about to burn it though,” you mutter, behind your hand, toji looking over at nobara who’s sweating bullets as she tries to figure out how long she should be cooking this.

“so you’re not doing anything?” he muses, your lips part.

“I was! she just doesn’t need help right now,” you retort, sitting up, but toji’s hand lands on your head, beckoning you to follow him. “I need help moving some things.” a furious heat rushed up your body, the feeling of being needed by him sent you spiraling.

“oh okay!” you immediately perk, bouncing off the seat as you follow toji. his lips turning when he sees you trailing so quickly behind him like a cute puppy.

“why’re you throwing this stuff?” you frown seeing the boxes stacked in the basement.

“not throwing it, I’m moving it to the gym.”

“oh, good,” you smile, bending down to lift the boxes—

“woah, sweetheart.” your skin burns as toji pressed a hand to your waist. “I just need your help holding the door and opening the trunk.”

his chuckle made your cheeks warm. “I’ll still help!” you turn back around, but toji stops you with a sigh.

“fine, grab these,” he hands you a single framed picture, and nudges forward to get the door. you were ready to complain before you noticed the photo in your hands. “door.”

“sir, this is like the best photo ever! this is the original one right!?” you suddenly gush holding the door open. toji hums, carrying three stacked boxes as he walks out of the basement, heading out to the driveway.

“this was when you beat Kenjaku in a knockout and finally won your first title!” your eyes were fixated on the photo as you rambled on and on about how you’ve never seen the real thing, and how you remember your dad flipping a table out of how excited he was.

toji sat the boxes on the ground, turning to look at you.

“how long have you been a fan?” he was curious. i mean he trains yuuji after he opened his gym, ready to retire in a year, but the rest of megumi’s friends were never as interested in him as you were.

“since this fight,” you beam, finally looking up. your heart thumps at the look he’s giving you. “you’re just cool,” you mutter in embarrassment, cheeks flushed beyond measure. you lean into the trunk, sliding the framed photo carefully. your sweater riding up as you stretch your arms…

tojis eyes trail down to the bare skin, his pupils dilating at the sight.

“what’s this?”

his thumb suddenly caresses the skin of your hip making you jump. turning sharply, toji looks at the mark that peaks out of your pants.

“oh, i got a tattoo,” you lean against the trunk, lifting your shirt a bit. the tattoo was an olive branch that started from just outside your hip, and with your finger you motioned over your pants where it ended, the inside of your thigh.

“I didn’t know you liked tattoos,” he mutters, still brushing the top of the tattoo. your ears were burning, his hands were so big, you liked how rough his thumb was against your soft skin.

“don’t tell anyone,” you lower your voice, motioning toji to glance up at you as you talk behind your hand, as if someone were actually here. it was endearing. “but kyo was afraid of getting one himself, so he begged me to get one with him.” he clenched his jaw.

kyo…the low-life scum that megumi always had the pleasure of telling him about, mainly about how he was dirt compared to you. how you deserve better. how nobara hates him to death. and yet you’ve now been dating for almost two full semesters.

toji’s voice dropped. “so he forced you?”

“no!” you shook your head, almost breaking into a laugh. “as if anyone can force me to do anything.” you wave off the older man, still laughing as you head back to the basement.

toji hadn’t noticed how warm his cheeks were until you walked way. swearing under his breath he picked up the boxes shoving them in the truck. what was it about you?!

“yuuji you keep dropping your shoulder after you kick!” you whine, leaning over the ring as you watch yuuji spar toji.

“I’m not!”

“you are!”

“am not!” yuuji receives a blow to his dropped shoulder, toji finally hitting it on the nail that yes, you were right.

“told you,” you mutter, yuuji huffs, glaring over his shoulder at you.

“stop picking on him, y/n.” toji unwraps his gloves, noticing the way your eyes avert.

“how about you spar him, since you’re so good,” yuuji spits, his cheeks flushed and slightly out of breath.

“no, we have to go. we’ve been here long enough,” kyo groans from his position on the bench. he came to pick you up, but you told him to wait, wanting to see how much yuuji has improved. it was also the second time toji has met him. the moment kyo stepped into the gym, he was on his phone, only leaning down for you to peck his cheek before you came rushing back to the ring. arrogant prick, thought toji.

“five more minutes,” you reply, pulling your sweater off as you rush into the ring. you bounce up to toji grabbing yuuji’s gloves who almost laughs at kyo’s irritated expression.

“you ever spar before?” toji helps you put the gloves on. your lips part—

“she has!” yuuji interrupts, before you can lie.

“just a little martial arts,” you frown at yuuji, who grins even wider.

“nah, she’s like a black belt in Jujutsu—“

“taekwondo,” you correct with a spit.

“either way, don’t hold back on her!” yuuji cackles, sticking his tongue out as you move to lunge at him, but toji wraps an arm around your waist pulling you back to him. he notices kyo glance with a raised brow, his hand was splayed on your stomach, gently calming you. your cheeks flush, as you hum. toji pulls away, side-eyeing kyo briefly, turning his attention back to you.

“okay okay, let’s see what you got,” toji fixes the helmet on your head, before stepping back. you pound your fists together eyes glinting as toji immediately sees what you’re trying to do. he does his signature start, pounding his fists twice, creating a booming clap with each one.

“okay,” you smile, getting into your start. your hands are up by your face, blocking off your body as you stand to the side instead of squared off in the middle.

“FIGHT!” yuuji shouts, you immediately shift inside, throwing your leg up to catch the top of his helmet.

“whew!” toji brushes the kick off with a whistle, a grin spreading across his lips. “not bad.” he fixes his hands up. “keep going, sweetheart.”

you’re smiling too bright. cheeks flaming as you rush in for another kick. you completely lost track of time as you sparred the renowned fighter. he easily blocked or dodged your kicks, his fists were light taps as he got you a couple times. nothing compared to the harder blows he gave yuuji. he obviously held back, but he still entertained the living hell out of you. fueling your blood as you went harder, and with a little luck, and toji getting distracted by the sweat trickling down your full bouncing chest, you landed kick to his stomach.

“oh shit.” you mutter.

“oh shit!” yuuji repeats stunned. megumi and nobara sit up noticing the sudden silence.

“ohhhhhhhhhh fuck yeahhh!” you scream, jumping up and down as you toss the helmet off and yuuji joins you as you celebrate the tiny victory that felt like the most incredible win in the world!

toji is cackling, rolling his eyes as he takes his gear off. megumi quirks a curious brow when he notices the way toji’s looking at you.

“settle down,” he pats your head. his expressions shifts once you glance up at him, your pretty lips all wet as you heaved, sweat rolling down the tops of your smooth tits. his green eyes glance away, clearing his throat, a sting spreading across his face. “next time you can spar yuuji.”

your face brightens as you turn to your friend. nobara was already leaning into the ring as she started laughing, recording her entire bit. “y/n will definitely beat your ass!!”

“as if!” the three of you start arguing, until after a moment you look up.

“where’d kyo go?” the bench was empty, your bag laying there by itself.

“left awhile ago,” megumi answers. toji glances over, noticing the way your cute brows pinched together, clearly upset.

“cmere, lemme give you some pointers,” toji calls you over. your feet carrying you easily. the three friends huddle around as they do their work. nobara occasionally glancing up to see you sitting on the mat as toji casually sat in front of you.

“y/n is the only person that can get mr. fushiguro talking.” Yuuji looks up after nobara’s comment. humming in agreement.

“ya he said the funniest joke ever when y/n asked for one yesterday. Damn what was the joke again?” yuuji taps his chin thinking as megumi looks over, his father seemed deep in conversation. it wasn’t like you were rambling, no. you were listening attentively. engaging with small encouraging nods as toji spoke. your lips would part as you gave the most animated reactions, clearly enjoying his company on a different level.

interesting.

toji had weaknesses. the first being money. if his manager and megumi weren’t handling it then his bank accounts would be empty in a flash. his second weakness was definitely a need to eavesdrop, especially when you were over.

“no, i told him no,” your words were quiet. you and nobara sat in the living room while yuuji and megumi went to pick up some snacks from the store.

“thought you said you were ready?” she questioned.

“i am, but like…he’s like…” your voice trails off, burying your face into the cushion.

nobara groans with you, hitting the top of your head with light slaps. “you’re so confusing. if you don’t wanna have sex with him just break it off. he’s a dick anyways.”

“you don’t understand.” you whine. “i wanna do it, im ready, but whenever he starts—“ a glass crashes to the floor. startling the two girls as they glance to see toji picking up the broken cup.

“mr.fushiguro what are your thoughts on kyo?” nobara suddenly belts. your head snaps to her, eyes wide. what kind of question?!

“he’s arrogant,” toji cleans the spilled beer. “a prick, and doesn’t respect anyone other than himself—“

“how would you know?” you cut him off. toji looks up.

“cmon he’s just saying what everyone else has been. you said it yourself,” nobara is desperate. she wants you to finally acknowledge how fucking crappy your boyfriend is, if you can even call him that.

“ive only ever heard shit things about him. and you don’t deserve that. that’s all I’m gonna say,” toji excuses himself. he was pissed. pissed about how upset you got when he made a comment. you never spoke that way to him. nor did you cut him off and vise versa…

however later that night, he hears a small creak on the steps. looking over his shoulder he see you coming up the steps into his second living space on the estate. he was watching his own movie with a beer resting on his side.

“don’t you have a fight?” you mutter, coming over to the man. “you shouldn’t be drinking that.” the light from the screen shines against your exposed skin as you walk in front of the man, taking a sit beside him on the couch. you’ve done this a couple times. usually when everyone has fallen asleep and you’re still wide awake, you’ll lounge with toji watching his shows until you also knocked out. but this time felt different. you sat closer. your head was bowed to your chest as you fiddled with the ends of your boy shorts.

“i treat myself to one every couple weeks,” he answers, taking another sip, his eyes locked on the tv. “they all asleep?” you hum.

toji enjoyed silence. especially at night. but this silence was somehow eating at him. he was aware of your little glances, the way you suddenly shift and move. he needed you to talk—

“next time, don’t say anything about kyo…” you mutter, it was so soft, he could barely hear it. but he did. and it irked him.

“so I shouldn’t say the truth?”

your eyes glare up at him, a scowl forming on your lips. “no you shouldn’t.” you snap. “it’s none of your business.”

“you were in my house. so that makes it my business.” toji meets your glare. his jaw looked sharper against the flickering lights, his collarbones peaked from his white t-shirt, his hair tousled over his eyes accentuating how fucking attractive he is.

“well…that’s not fair,” your legs come up, burying your face in it. your heart was beating so fast, your body heating up. you just wanted to be close to him. you couldn’t cross that line, you couldn’t! but toji’s hand slide up and down your back.

“okay…I’m sorry.”

his words sent a certain warmth spreading deep into your core. you didn’t answer, but toji still pulled you into his side as he stroked your hair, letting you rest your head on his chest. he heard your sniffles, but was silent. but then your small hand started playing with the one on his lap.

his felt his heart jump.

you pressed his hand against your damp cheek, leaning into it.

“what is it?” his voice was so soft, like honey as he gently turned your face up. your lips were open as you stare up at the beautiful man. eyes glossed over. “stop crying.” he sighs, making more tears slip down your adorable cheeks. “awe sweetheart.”

toji leans down, holding your face, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. you should be satisfied with that! but you wanted another one, your eyes were dilated and filled with unshed tears as you hummed so quietly that only toji could hear. he understands you, understands the way your eyes linger.

“don’t cry,” he kisses your temple, then your eyes, feeling the salty tears coat his lips. your chest was filled with water as you let out small quiet sniffs, fists clenching his shirt, still begging for more. “babygirl,” he sighs, his face lowered. brushing his lips so close to yours. you can feel his breath.

then, out of nowhere, he presses a kiss to your lips.

your heart stops. he pulls away your tears still flowing. his heart aches at the expression on your face. it was like he completely shattered your heart. but you still held onto him, burying yourself closer to his side, ultimately falling asleep to his strokes.

the next morning you woke up beside nobara tucked under the blanket. you buried your face even deeper, ignoring nobara’s comments about it being the first time you don’t kick her in your sleep.

if toji was expecting not to see you because of what happened, he was very wrong. you still came to watch yuuji practice in the gym, you still lounged around the fushiguro household, you even joked with toji as if nothing was wrong. toji was happy you were doing okay. but he felt his stomach churn when megumi mentioned.

“ya supposedly they got into it yesterday.” toji closes the fridge, turning to look at his son sitting at the counter eating. by they he means you and your dick faced “boyfriend”.

“what about?” megumi glanced up, toji noting the look. “you’re the one that brought it up.”

megumi swallows his food. “something about never being alone together. so they started arguing at todo’s place and he ditched her. now she’s giving him the silent treatment, but last night they got into another fight in the car. nobara and maki came rushing out to—“

“did he lay his hands on her?” toji suddenly starts up. not realizing his complete attention is on the kid. megumi quirks a brow, shaking his head.

“no, but…” he swallows again. “everyone’s telling her to break up with him. there’s zero redeeming qualities about the guy. he treats her like shit. flirts with every other girl when she’s not around. I don’t know why she’s still with him.”

toji didn’t know why he cared so much. why he’d carefully guide any conversation he had with his son to you. wondering how you’re doing, checking in on something megumi had told him last week. megumi wasn’t an idiot, but toji couldn’t even realize what he was doing to know how to not do it. especially when megumi stated.

“you never ask how nobara is doing.” the weight of the statement sent the room into a momentary silence. the only thing that could be heard was the characters talking on the tv in the distance.

when toji failed to respond it left the two simmering in silence.

but toji couldn’t help the small jitters that filled his stomach when he heard the familiar footsteps late at night. of course he knew you were over, and of course he made a show downstairs grabbing a drink to show that he’s staying up. all he had to do was wait an hour until time the rest fell asleep, to enjoy your company alone.

“did i miss anything?” you slid onto the couch, curling up as you hugged the pillow. toji briefly explained the last episode, before sinking back into silence. toji didn’t mind the silence, but he also knew that usually during these nights you both would talk for hours. but he knew this time was different. his eyes focused on the screen. but he could feel your eyes on him. drinking in his beautiful face, his sharp jawline, his damp hair. everything about him was perfection in your eyes. you knew it was forbidden which made it more exhilarating.

he liked when your eyes were on him. he also hated the small victory that lit his being when he reclined even more, spreading his legs wider and opening his arm up. an invitation.

you gently slid closer, cuddling up to his side. he was always so warm, a personal heater, and you were happy to be wearing shorts and a loose tshirt, smiling to yourself. you couldn’t help but lean closer, blushing at his natural scent mixed with the forest body wash.

“you smell good,” you mutter, making the older man chuckle lightly.

“thanks, sweetheart.” he rests back, settling in again, arm tightening around you.

your heart was pounding, lips parted as you glance up. his neck gave easy access, but you had to bite your lip. your legs closed tight, your thoughts swirling in your head causing your body to react to things he’s never done to you! yet, you also have a mouth that seems to act on its own too…

“do you hate me?”

toji’s brows shot up. “why would I hate you?”

your ears sting, burying your face in his chest. toji sighs, pulling you even closer, his hand gently tracing small strips up and down your arm. an odd occurrence followed, one that surprised him, but nonetheless he did.

“i like your company. spending time with you isn’t so bad.” the truth that slipped his lips was something he hadn’t done in awhile. he spoke to you often, that’s correct, but talking about his feelings, that took something more. however, his stomach churned when he felt your body tense. turning his head, he glances down.

staring right at him are your big doe eyes filled with unshed tears, your soft wet lips trembling gently. his heart skipped a beat. “what’s wrong?!”

“nothing.” your ears sting, immediately covering your face. you sniffle, desperately trying to collect yourself. toji chuckles, landing a hand on your head. the rough treatment immediately softens, coaxing you to slowly pull your hands away.

“are you embarrassed?” his voice was so deep, which didn’t help your flustered state. his hand slides to the back of your head once you look up at him again. his half lidded eyes made your cheeks flush. the shadows that highlighted his features, his own lips parting showing you his tongue as he licked his lips. his body heat making you sweat. he was definitely not from this earth. “you’re so cute.”

your breath hitched. did you say that? no, that was definitely him. your throat is dry as he gently massages the flesh of your thigh. he laughs again. “don’t pretend like you don’t know. is that why you’re always crying in front of me?” he knows that isn’t why, but still. “batting your big eyes at me.”

“i…” your cheeks flush a deeper crimson. he smiles in victory. hes left you speechless.

“that’s my weakness.”

“girls crying?” you mutter, upset.

he massages your thigh, leaning further down, giving you no escape from his eyes. “seeing you cry.” you mouth went dry. “are you embarrassed?”

“no.”

he licks his lips. “good.” he smiles. “you don’t have to be embarrassed around me.”

you can smell his musk more clearly, clouding your senses, but still mutter. “same to you.”

he smiles again, but this time it’s more tender. “whys that?”

“i like it when you’re being yourself.” your words are even sweeter than your voice, causing a light flush to spread across the man’s cheeks. “you’re really funny…and I like when you’re having a good time. it makes me happy.”

his eyes grew bigger. heart beating faster.

“what?” you’re looking at his shocked expression, ready to throw yourself out the window for embarrassing yourself—

“nothing.” he tilts his head, eyes softening. “i missed your voice.”

idiot! who says that. you try to look away, but he’s so close, your eyes can’t help but dart around like a lost puppy. “whatever.”

“you were quiet this whole time, but now you’re saying such adorable things.” he lightens the air when you bite your cheek. “i like hearing you talk too.”

“really?” you mutter.

“it’s nice.” your finger lazily twirls around the hem of his shirt. “you like it when i say you’re nice?” you nod. he clicks his tongue. “i wanna hear you.”

“yes.”

“good girl.” he coos, massaging your thigh with his big hand, crawling it further between your legs, having noticed earlier how much you were keeping them closed. you whimper so softly when he squeezes the inside, your skin so soft in his rough palm. “you like that I’m praising you or touching you right now?”

what’s going on? why is he acting like this? he laughs again! “cmon…you come here at night and pretend to be all quiet.”

your jaw is weak, staring at him.

“is it because i kissed you?”

your breath catches.

he leans closer, hand falling deep between your legs, grabbing your inner thigh, your warmth spreading from his hand all the way to his pants, feeling his bulge start to lift his sweats up. ah how much he liked that feeling. when you’d make him feel his heart beat a little faster.

“do you want another kiss?”

you nod your head immediately, hair falling down in eagerness. he waits, raising a teasing brow.

“i want you to kiss me.”

“good girl,” he leans even closer, the small space between you felt like hours instead of seconds. the tension building as you felt his breath fan across your wet lips.

as if he could feel your staggered breath, he leaned forward. his lips curl up watching your eyes flutter just before he meets your lips.

it felt different then your first kiss. he was much more confident, and so were you. so warm and wet. he kisses your bottom lip, caressing it with his tongue and holding your thigh, his eyes half-lidded as he watches your features contort in pleasure.

his hand travels a little higher, continuing his slow caresses, smiling even more when he pulls away, noticing your leaning further in awaiting some more.

“eager, now.”

you hum, shamelessly. sending a wave of blood rushing into his hard-on. he captures your lips again, biting down on your lip, a silent punishment for getting him so worked up. but the gasp you let out gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his. your hand falls on his wrist, the way he’s squeezing your soft flesh has your panties completely soaked, and the only thing running through your dizzy head is the thought of his long rough fingers playing with your pussy.

toji pulls away again, this time to catch his breath, your tongue hanging out and your hazzy eyes had him smiling. “you like it?” he kisses your tongue. “you taste good.” he licks your tongue. “want more?” he pulls away just a bit once you let out a little moan. he doesn’t know how far he’s pushing it, but when he carefully tilts your chin, thumb stroking your bottom lip before pulling it down, you suddenly felt a rush of hot white heat.

his tongue came out to spit into your mouth.

and his cock almost burst at the moan that escapes the back of your throat.

you lean forward, kissing him again, your hand holding his wrist as you press his hand to your cheek, desperate for more attention.

toji pulls away, your lips part, but a gasp escapes when your back hits the cushion. laying across the couch, he leans down between your legs, resuming the makeout session. it was wet and messy, all thoughts thrown away as you both got lost in the others lips. the longer it went on the more toji started pushing the very big red line that’s he’s been slowly crossing.

with caution, he slowly began to lower his hips, closer to your open legs. his tongue playing with yours had him grabbing the cushion beside you, finally pressing his bulge right against your clothed cunt.

your jaw dropped. pussy tightening as he gives another cautious role of his hips. you can feel him so clearly, the sweatpants and your shorts weren’t doing much as he rolled his hips again and again. blood flooding your cheeks as you felt the outline of his cock. he was big. the stimulation on your clit had you gasping quietly. tongue falling out for more of his wet kisses. he swore very quietly, only enough for you to hear as you bucked your hips up. your legs came up to the back of his thigh, then up his torso as he continued to rub himself between your legs.

a wet patch slowly began to emerge between your grey shorts and his white ones. he was getting himself worked up, and your little gasps and moans were enough for him to start to lose all control.

his fingers slid between your bodies, playing with the waistband of your shorts, creeping a hand into the front, his head spinning as he watched your pretty lashes bat up at him, tongue sticking out awaiting his fingers to touch the place you were so needy for.

“dad?”

time stopped.

toji immediately froze as you tensed up, eyes staring up at toji in horror. the slow steps up the staircase, gave toji enough time to pull away, cursing at the wet patch between your legs, then noting his own. he tosses a blanket over you, as he grabbed another blanket throwing it over his lap.

“pretend to sleep.” he shot at you, even though you were still overwhelmed by the sudden shift, you listened. closing your eyes.

reaching the top of the stairs, Megumi shuffled lazily towards the couch, rubbing his stomach under his shirt.

“dad.” toji looks over his shoulder, grunting a response. “need your phone.”

toji holds his phone up. megumi comes closer, taking it, that’s when he notices the second person in the room. “y/n?” toji shushes him immediately.

“she’s sleeping.”

“why here?” that’s when you and toji both realize that not everyone knew you came up here when everyone fell asleep. it almost felt like some dirty secret getting revealed now.

“she couldn’t sleep, I don’t know,” toji shrugs. “why do you need my phone?” he pretends like megumi can’t read him, even though toji never questions megumi for wanting his phone.

“can’t find my phone.” Megumi gives one last look between you and toji before heading down stairs, his dad’s phone in his hand calling himself. once his feet disappear, you’re sitting up, but toji presses a hand to your thigh.

“he’ll come back up.”

the room falls into silence. your eyes looking over at toji who’s attention is now back on the tv. his cheeks still slightly pink, especially with your attention focused on him.

you can’t help but mutter. “should I go?”

“if you want.”

“do you want me to stay?”

“i don’t care.”

your throat bops. suddenly feeling horribly uncomfortable. was this a mistake. should you ask if it was a mistake? but if he says yes, then you’ll definitely cry.

“is kyo coming tomorrow?” he’s never called your boyfriend by his real name, nor has he ever bring him up in conversation with you.

“why are you talking about him?”

“he’s your boyfriend, am i not allowed?” he’s still not looking at you.

“like you care.”

“you’re right. I don’t.” he tilts his head, so clearly agitated. you don’t know how to respond. you don’t think he’s ever spoken to you with such edge.

you disobey him and sit up, your eyes swirling with confusion, and the second your hand lands on his, everything melts.

your hand was so warm on top of his. his eyes met yours as you peer up at him. not only is he a man, but he’s older too, so why is he acting like a jealous fucking teen?

“I’m sorry.” you words feel like absolute heartbreak. a pit of ugly guilt rages deep inside him, especially when he doesn’t respond, allowing you to stand, wrapping the blanket around you, leaving him.

megumi is startled when you suddenly appear at the bottom of the steps. he screws his eyes in the dark, were you crying? but you mask it with a fake yawn, rubbing your eyes as you fall beside nobara, burying the comforter over your nose.

“your dad is so boring.” you mumble, unconvincingly.

“are you ready?” yuuji nervously leans over megumi as they all huddled around the fighter as he sat on the bench. “are you hydrated? should i get more water? are you angry? the dude was yapping a lot before the match! he’s definitely talking shit about you right now, I can only guess what he’s saying—probably saying how you’re getting old and your punches are slower than snails!—“

“yuuji!” nobara elbows him. maki is coordinating with shiu, as toji continues sitting in silence, wrapping his hands.

“it’ll be great.”

toji feels his heart beat. glancing at you as you kneel in front of him. a soft smile on your lips as if last night had never happened. it was toji’s final match of his career. all of his son’s idiot friends were huddled in the locker room. but you also were here.

you were dressed all pretty, he had to suppress his thoughts when you came running into the locker room, afraid of being late. your hair so fluffy as your skirt danced around your thighs. you rarely wear skirts, he thought. your tight long sleeved shirt had his eyes zeroing in on how well it hugged your pretty tits. his cheeks ran hot as he remembered the way he rolled his hips up between your legs, the hot pulsing of your clothed pussy. fuck he regrets not slipping a hand up your shirt and squeezing your tit—

“how are you feeling?” your eyes fell soft. holding no animosity in them as you gently reached out to help him hold his gloves as he continued wrapping it around.

toji felt a burst inside his stomach, the good kind.

“ya you’ve got it! we’ve trained a lot!” yuuji is ready to interrupt some more before megumi grabs the back of his collar, holding him back. all because he saw the softness in his fathers gaze. his once pinched angry expression, was tender and gentle as you spoke to him. the conversation wasn’t in whispers, but it felt intimate. nobara looks over, also noticing megumi’s lingering eyes.

nobara wasn’t an idiot. at least not in the love department. she always knew, I mean she also found megumi’s dad hot as fuck. but finding someone attractive is different than the look you were giving him. like he held the entire world in his hands. it was definitely a look she’s never seen you give kyo. how didn’t she notice this before?!

“thanks, kid,” toji pats your head, tenderly. the aggressiveness of it, absent. he didn’t ruffle your hair, but the weight atop your head sent a fury of emotions swirling inside you. he ignored the brief moment of hurt that flashed across your face when he called you kid.

you glance up when he takes his hand away. his cheeks flush.

“anytime.” your smile was a puncture to his heart. no words came to his mind, so instead he brushed your hair, his thumb unconsciously caressing your cheek. your eyes swam with need, begging him for anything, but his hand drops. standing up and moving past you, following shiu’s directions.

kyo was already waiting at the vip seats. the rest of you joining once the lights began to dim for the athletes entrances. you were still in an argument with kyo, but he still held your hand when you sat beside him, his lips pressing to your cheek sweetly, smiling when you hum in acknowledgment, but it’s all thrown out the window once toji steps into the cage.

the arena immediately shifts, his energy resonates throughout the entire stadium.

this was your second time seeing toji’s match in person. however, knowing this was his last fight meant something different. yuuji was screaming his lungs out, as was nobara. toji was up against some young prodigy nicknamed ‘the honored one’, also known as gojo satoru.

your cheeks filled with blood as you screamed for toji’s victory. flinching and looking away when gojo sent a violent blow straight to his ribs. kyo glanced at the tremble in your eyes, brows creasing as you clutched your chest, as if grabbing at your heart. his jaw snapped.

“y/n, let’s go,” he suddenly stood, grabbing your arm.

“what?” you stumble, surprised by the aggressive pull. nobara and megumi looking over at the commotion. immediately stepping in to hold you back.

“what’re you doing?!” you struggle, wincing when his grip tightens on your wrist. the fight in the cage was getting more intense, but the grip kyo had on you made your stomach churn. his eyes filled with rage as he glared at you. “get…off—nobara,” you call to her, realizing that his grip really is tight.

“fuck off, kyo! megumi,” she looks over her shoulder but megumi is already gripping kyo’s wrist, making him loosens his grip on you. the scene was insignificant compared to the fight in the stadium, but being close to the cage, it caught toji’s attention.

his expression darkened, blocking gojo kick, as he immediately spun, hitting gojo right in the ribs knocking him back. toji glanced again to see you back in your seat clapping and cheering. what happened? were you okay—

“eyes here old man!” the white haired kid cackles. itching a sore spot in toji.

“what’s happened I can’t look anymore!” Yuuji cries covering his eyes as you clutch his collar, shaking him like crazy as you scream. nobara is biting her nails as megumi winces. gojo landed another violent hit straight to toji’s already bleeding eyebrow.

“stop it, he’s gonna win!” you cry, heart pounding and gaze fixed on toji. your lips trembling as toji stumbles. somehow, you feel butterflies breakout the second toji glanced briefly in your direction. you don’t know if he’s looking at the group or you, but still, you couldn’t help yourself from smiling, putting two thumbs up encouragingly. even though you were scared seeing him bleed so much, you couldn’t describe the amount of confidence you had in his victory.

the stupid smile almost had toji scoffing in amusement. you really are adorable.

so when toji’s name rings out throughout the entire stadium as the victor, your screams were deafening. yuuji crying from happiness as nobara shakes megumi and you’re…you’re completely in tears. choking with joy as you all scramble into the cage to congratulate the victor. however just when you’re about to reach him, a bunch of press speakers and cameras block your path.

nevertheless, the afterparty at the gym was enough time to celebrate the winner. everyone was there. drinks and music blasting as you all congratulate the man.

you were babbling to toji, your lips curling once he pats your head affectionately. answering your unending questions as he continued talking. it came easy to him, having you listen to him.

“I told you this story already?” he realizes midway.

“it’s okay, i like hearing you talk,” you smile tenderly, triggering a deep flush on his cheeks, something that’s become more and more familiar. clearing his throat, he pets your head, so you wouldn’t catch his expression.

“y/n.”

your heart drops, turning to see kyo. “we need to talk.” he glared past you at toji, who raised a brow, testing him back. you set aside your drink, apologizing to toji.

a hand stopped you.

“break up with him.”

his thumb caressed your wrist gently. but his words only did the opposite. your expression reminded him of the day he told you his feelings about kyo. why did you look at him like that?

“he’s a dick…you deserve better.”

your jaw clenched, the ground occupying your pretty eyes, toji waited for you to think. but when glanced back up, he inhaled sharply, your lips wet as a few tears lined your waterline.

“I’ll never have better.”

you rip your arm away, turning on your heel. he watches you exit the gym, meeting kyo outside. he can’t describe the ugly twist that he felt deep in his gut. he drank some more, and some more, until he realized that getting drunk was nothing and that he’d rather head home. he didn’t want to think about it, or about his feelings, none of it. his gaze fixed on the tv as he waited for sleep to take him.

unfortunately the rest of the kids were black out drunk. so toji had to hear the commotion downstairs as they crashed into things and yuuji’s whispering was more like yelling. after a couple of minutes it was finally silence again, except for his show…

“what’d I say about sneaking around?”

toji heard the creaking. recognizing your soft footsteps the moment you stepped up the staircase, clearly trying to conceal your presence.

“thought you were sleeping…” your voice was meek, as you stare at the back of his head. your heart thumping loudly once you saw his arm raise lazily, two fingers motioning you forward.

of course, you obeyed. sucking in some air to calm your nerves as you round the couch, slowly. toji watched your bowed head, that’s when he heard the quiet sniffles. his brow pinched high as he sat straight.

“did something happen?” he was on alert.

you don’t respond. only feeling your cheeks flush and heart clench, why is he so concerned?

“did the prick lay his hands on you,sweetheart?”

sweetheart….he really picks his moments, you scoff. “he didn’t.”

he settles back. but you raise your head, tears sprinkling out like beautiful jewels.

“why did you ask me to break up with him?” you hiccup. toji is left speechless. why was he so mesmerized by your emotions. his pretty girl, crying so vulnerably. “answer me!”

“I don’t know.”

he cringed. it was evident you disliked that answer.

you bit your cheek, grasping at your megumi’s shirt. you felt your cheeks run hot, lips wet as you spoke. toji could read your lips before he heard the words. his stomach churning in disgust.

“he wants to have sex with me.” your face is burning, but you don’t care anymore. “kyo has been begging me. we’ve kissed me, he’s sucked my tits. I’ve given him handjobs. but he wants to have sex with me now.”

his jaw was locked, veins straining his arms and neck. “I don’t like knowing that shit.” his voice was deep sending even more nerves down your throat.

but you don’t care anymore. you swallow thickly. toji didn’t know if he was prepared to hear about your sexual relationship with that shithead. knowing he laid his dirty hands on you, kissed your pretty lips, played with your full beautiful tits that he loved to stare at. his blood was boiling.

“toji,” your lip trembles. cheeks hot knowing this is the first time you’re calling him by his first name. toji also noticed, especially as you inched closer. your tears still full in your eyes, making his chest swell, unable to tear his gaze away from you. “I don’t want him touching me anymore.”

his arms instinctively reach out, and pull you onto his lap. his arm circling your back as he cups your neck with the other. “i only want you.”

“fuck.” his lips crash into yours.

your hands instinctively go to his hair as he licks your bottom lip, forcing your mouth open, pushing his tongue to meet yours. you felt your stomach explode, eyes filing with tears as you kissed him back passionately. cheeks stinging as he caressed his wet tongue against yours, groaning as you arched into him. his rough hands pulling your hips forward, groaning as you slide against his bulge. you gasp, pulling away for a second, but his lips move to your neck, licking a strip up to your ear.

“be a good girl, start rocking on me.” your body shivered, humming as you started rolling your hips down on his hard bulge. “just like that. feel good?” he nips at your skin, helping your pace as you hum softly. the cotten shorts you wore slide with each grind making toji feel more clearly the heat radiating from your pussy.

“you can’t cry like that. it messes with my head.”

you moan gently as you feel his hands slide up under your shirt. eager to listen, you helped him pull it over your head, tossing it to the side. your cheeks aflame the second he saw your bare chest. you liked it so much, his attention all on you. you wanted him to touch you so badly. a deep groan resounded from the back of his throat .

“you know how many times I’ve imagined seeing these,” he grabs a handful of your tit, licking his lips at the weight in his palm. you watch him lean forward, tongue sticking out to run from the underside, licking a long tantalizing strip up, pressing down when he got to your nipple.

“i thought i was seeing things,” you moan gently, hand tugging on his black locks. “i didn’t know if you were staring at them.”

“how could i not? you made it pretty hard,” he drools on your nipple, your eyes dilating at the lewd sight. “dreamed about sucking these pretty tits. you purposely wore flimsy bras in the gym so I can see them bounce?” your cheeks flush as you pout looking away. he groans again, more frustrated. “you let that asshole touch you like this?” you whine when he bites meanly down on your nipple, tongue swirling to ease the pain before he does it again, his other hand helping you rock a little quicker, your shorts sliding to the side, as your pink panties come into view. completely wet as you whine.

“only a few times,” you mutter.

“few times.”

“he’s my boyfriend—ah!” you cry louder, the bite he gave much harsher, tears trickling out. you feel pathetic as you cry just from the stimulation of your tits, toji was growing more annoyed.

“you didn’t break up with him?” your lips part, grasping his hair, whining when he pulls away, looking up at you. you were lost, your lips hanging open as you stare down at the man.

“i—“

something strange surged inside him as he quickly went back to your lips, cutting off any response. his body hugging you closer to his chest as he slid your shorts and panties to the side, a low groan slipping once he felt your arousal coat his fingers. “your pussy’s crying too,” he coos.

“finger me, please, please,” you gasp, whining even more as he circled your cute little clit. his senses running haywire the more you begged.

“you’re so needy.” he groans, pinching your clit making you cry. “has he fingered you? shoved your cute cunt with his disgusting fingers?”

“mmm….he has,” you cry out feeling toji shove two fingers inside you without warning. his teeth biting down on your nipple as you tremble all over. “i like it….like it….” you moan, jaw dropping as he abused your pussy, stretching it out with his fingers, only to curl them right on your squishy part, grinning at the shocked expression that flashed across your face.

“he make you cum?” toji grunts, glancing down at the arousal that slide down his palm, licking his lips.

“he did….made me cum…” your words only fueled a dormant emotion that he thought he’d never feel again. jealousy.

toji curled his fingers, biting your lips as he sent you over the edge. your entire body shook, clinging onto him as you came with a shocked gasp. tears sliding down your hazzy eyes. “toji…mmm…” your soft little voice resounded in his ear as you pressed your cheek to his shoulder still shaking. however, toji only gave you a moments rest, before he was lifting you with him.

“I’m not done.”

your body hit the unfamiliar bed, your eyes briefly glancing around you as your vision cleared. It was a spacious master bedroom, your eyes catching the minimalist dark furniture, and the large balcony windows briefly open. “”ah!”

your hips jumped, legs closing around his hand after feeling the harsh slap to your pussy. you glared up at him.

“ow!” you cry, pouting once toji kneeled on the bed, shoving your legs open.

“i was talking to you and you weren’t listening.” he rubs your pussy again, his expression was sinister, dark…fuck he was so hot. your cheeks went pink when he aggressively pulled your shorts and panties off, spreading your folds apart. “you’re telling me…” his jaw locks. “the prick saw your pussy?”

you bit your cheek, nodding your head. a wave of arousal rushed down to your pussy once toji dropped his head back, groaning in frustration. his hand coming up, laying another harsh slap to your pussy.

“i answered you!” you cry, holding his wrist, not admitting to him how turned on this was making you.

“well I’m pissed,” he huffs, giving another slap, now getting a moan out of you.

“why are you pissed?” you cry, another slap making your hips buck. his eyes no longer shined green, but instead were encompassed by a dark black shadow.

“because he touched you.”

“so?”

“so, it’s annoying. he’s not allowed too.”

“and whys that?”

“because you’re mine.”

toji was heaving. his nails having dug into your knees, only now realizing his words. your reaction absolutely priceless. the stunned expression and wide eyes sent his heart racing.

“fuck, don’t look at me like that.”

his tongue licks your lips, groaning as he felt your tongue meet his, a satisfied whimpering slipping from the back of your throat. your hips bucking as your own nails racked through his hair. his fully clothed body made you even more turned on, bucking your hips up as he began to grind down on your pussy.

“can you eat me out?” you mutter, rocking your hips up. toji chuckles, sliding down your body as he licked and kissed your nipples, licking down your tummy, as he sucked a dark bruise on your pelvis. your cheeks flush, your fantasies slowly unfolding before your eyes. toji brings your hand to his hair, looking directly into your eyes as he licks a bold strip up your pussy.

his own eyes roll back, groaning as your arousal floods his tastebuds. he takes another lick, swirling his tongue deeper between your folds, playing with your pussyhole, purposely avoiding your bud.

“tojiii,” you whine, tugging his hair. he grunts. “you’re being mean.”

“I’m being mean?” he smirks, parting from your wet folds. “because I’m not kissing your little clit.”

you nod, flustered. “but it’s all swollen and pink, I don’t wanna hurt you.” he feigns concern, making you look away, ears hot.

“you won’t hurt me.”

he didn’t know if it was the combination of your voice and that expression that made him nearly cum in his pants, but he broke.

your back arched off the bed as he sucked your clit harshly into his mouth. the sudden stimulation had you crying, your hand coming up to your mouth as the other held his dark locks with a vicious grip. it was a pleasant surprise to toji, though he fantasized about his son’s close friend being shy and somewhat of a prude, he was practically drooling seeing you so aggressive and needy with him.

encouraging you to tug his hair, he lapped your clit, biting down whenever he felt you loosen your grip in his hair. fuck, this was definitely a kink. his arms wrapped around your thighs, lifting your hips up onto his lap as he bent his back eating you out. you’ve never seen anything like it.

the dark bruise on his eye, the cut on his nose, the cracked knuckles gripping your flesh….your eyes rolled back as he pulled out, spitting a big wet glob right on your clit, his jaw aching, but seeing the way you twitched, and tugged his head back, he felt how drenched his boxers were.

“toji…keep…going,” you pant, your grip doesn’t loosen, which was enough for him to continue. the knot inside your core, starting to tighten more and more, edging you closer as he slurped your arousal, the lewd sounds, clouding your senses as he pulled your hips higher to his face, your heels pressing on his shoulder blades as you bite your hand, the broken cries and aggressive tug had toji moaning into you.

“gonna cum… ‘m…hngh close…” your voice cracks, eyes rolling back as toji feels your body tense. his tongue flattening on your clit, sucking your bundle.

your eyes widen, suddenly loosening your grip as you push your palm on his forehead trying to push him away.

“toj-m-move I-i—“ you were gasping, moans choking your words as you shiver. toji aggressively hugs your thighs, keeping your body still against his face.

“if you don’t cum on my face, then don’t ever think about doing this again.”

it was a lie. but you didn’t need to know that. you cried, eyes filling with tears as your legs began to shake uncontrollably.

“b-but tojii…”

you bury your face in your arm, which he notices right away, biting down on your clit. your back lifts as you squeal.

“hands off.”

you shake your head, so toji unwraps an arm to grab both your wrists, holding them down against your tummy as he sucks your clit between his teeth, the sounds of his mouth had you crying immediately punching the coil as your hips stutter up and a drawn squeal comes from the back of your throat as a wave of relief washes over you, releasing a flow of pleasure…. hitting toji.

“shit.” he utters, jerking back when he feels the splash hit his face. your wrist wiggles in his grip as you gasp. “fuck…” his groan is low as he slaps your pussy, making a bigger mess as you continue to release a stuttered flow.

“mess—ahnghh-“ you cry, not even able to finish your sentence.

“ya its fucking messy,” he chuckles, “and hot.” his eyes darken as he latches his lips back on your pussy, drinking your arousal with more pleasure than he can bear, eyes closing briefly as you cry a little louder. “that’s it. ngh all over my face, puppy.” he’s panting, “ya good girl.”

toji doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so attractive. the twist in your face, the drool coming from your lips, the tears filling your eyes, your tits high up in the air, all from his mouth. he’s so sloppy, circling your overstimulated clit as you shake and stutter, quiet sobs slipping out.

finally, he lets go with a wet pop. your pussy clenching in spasms as you gasp. tears blocking your vision until you feel the relief of your hands being free, rubbing your eyes lazily, leaving your hands over your face.

“why did you do that?” you sniffle.

“are you embarrassed?”

you’re quiet.

“have you ever squirted on that shithead?” your legs rest on either side of his torso as he lazily strokes your thighs and hips. large hands soothing you.

your fingers split apart as you look at toji. his eyes immediately finding yours, softening a bit at the dried tears.

“we’ve only ever kissed.”

silence. his face drops.

“what….”

your stomach twists when you see his brows start to come together, looking at you more sternly. his grip tightens around your hips, your body cringing, as he slowly realizes what you’d just done.

“you lied to me?”

“i extended the truth.”

he laughs. “that’s an understatement. so he’s never touched you? your tits—“

“that wasn’t a lie.”

“so you admit you were lying.”

“no!” your hands fall, staring back. that’s when you really clock in on the state he’s in. his face wet with your arousal, shirt also being victim to your pleasure, his hair was a mess, not realizing how much tugging you’d done till now. his arms bulging as he held your hips. and his cheeks were so pink!

is he mad? the longer he stares the more you feel blood rushing up to your face. “the part about kissing, playing with my tits, and um handjobs, was for real….everything after that….no.”

you’re looking away now. biting your cheek nervously, because yes, he’s older and definitely much scarier when he’s all serious.

“are you mad?” you mutter.

his hands travel up your torso, thumb caressing the warm skin, making you more nervous.

“mad…” he repeats, like he’s thinking it over. you glance back at him, lips parting.

he takes the invitation, kissing you deeply. you hum in surprise, tasting yourself immediately which sends your body burning again. he presses himself over you, trapping your arms between your chests, his lips part, your tongue coming out making him grin. “you knew how much I hated that douche and used it against me.”

you flush, licking your lips as he continues to stare down at you, much closer now. “i wasn’t sure if it was gonna work.”

“well it did.”

he kisses your cheek, dipping closer to your ear to whisper a gentle. “at least, now I know I’m the only one that’s seen you like this.” he licks your ear to conclude, sending a shiver up your spine. his arm sliding up your thigh, moving down to grab your ass, kneading the flesh, before laying a slap. a yelp slips in surprise. “you like making me loose my cool?”

he slaps your ass again, your head shaking as you manage to free your arms, trying to hold his shoulders, just for a harsher slap to send your hips bucking up, pressing into his shirt. “getting my dick hard just for your little games.”

you’re not even trying to hide your moans anymore. each slap sending another wave of pleasure down to pool in your pussy.

“my puppy likes being all dirty,” he growls, biting your lips as he holds your body off the bed, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs crossed behind his back as he rocks his cock into you, kissing you so passionately it’s making you dizzy again. this time when he pulls away, the string of spit connecting you guys has you loosing all cool, all to utter the silly command.

“spit in my mouth.”

toji freezes.

you’re staring up at him, with big dumb eyes. lips open softly. now he’s the one that’s blushing. his cheeks bright red as he stares at you.

“fuck me.” he drops you on the bed, unwrapping your arms, as he sits up. your heart is beating rapidly, frozen because now you’re scared you’ve done the wrong thing. was that it? is he gonna leave—no he’ll kick you out—

“since when did you start acting like a little virgin, who wants to get her pussy ruined?” he snaps. his voice deeper than before. your eyes wide when you see him stripping his shirt, your lips closing as you see his muscles flex, then his beautiful abs right in front of you. the bruises from todays match looked painful, especially the one on his ribs, remembering the harsh blow his opponent had given him. but your mind is swept away when his biceps flex, leaning forward, hand holding your face tight, he tilts your face up. “open wide.”

you feel like cumming just from his command. but you submit immediately, opening your mouth, tongue hanging loosely as you blush, waiting for him because he makes you wait, just enough for him to capture this image before him. his son’s pretty little friend, sticking her tongue out for him, her pussy hot and messy, and her tits covered in his spit. and it was all for him.

he leans forward, gathering a nice amount in his mouth, lining himself over you. he stays a distance away.

you’re panting like a cute puppy, desperate for any attention. drool slipped down your chin, as he felt it roll down his wrist.

you’ll be the death of him.

he spits.

the low groan was deep seeing your entire body shake as his heavy spit lands on your tongue. your hips bucking as you roll his spit in your mouth, whining so audibly in pleasure.

“swall—“

you already do. your body suddenly rehydrating like that was the first drink you’ve had in days.

“what a dirty fucking pup,” he grabs your jaw again, crashing his lips on yours. you whine, flushing at how loud he’s kissing you. it was so messy, and sloppy, your hands holding his wrist as he moved your jaw up, deepening the kiss, tongue pushing inside your mouth as more spit collected between your battling tongues.

“can you fuck me now?” you push away, panting in his mouth as you try to slide your heel into his waistband from behind.

a sudden thrill takes over your body at the deadly smirk he gives you. laughing into your lips. “you’re not shy are you?”

“you’ve already made me squirt,” you look away. “that was embarrassing.”

toji doesn’t laugh, his eyes boring into your face, making your skin warm. “I’m jealous.”

“huh?”

“I’m jealous that you can give me something so special.” your cheeks heat up, you can tell by his eyes that he was being serious. “I want you to give me more.” he dips his head, kissing your chin, moving down to your neck. his lips trail down to the tops of your tits, kissing his way down, distracting you as his thumbs hook under his sweats and boxers, pulling it down.

your head is tipped to the side, letting out sighs of pleasure.

“mmm, toji,” you squeak, hips jumping when you feel his two fingers inside your pussy.

“fuck, you’re too tight,” he mutters more to himself. that’s when you realize what he means. he’s sitting between your legs completely naked. you feel your breath catch when you follow the dark hairs of his happy trail all way down to the well-groomed but still hairy base of his thick cock. fuckk. your mind cannot wrap around how big he is. it was shiny which meant he’d already stroked his pre-cum around, now it was hanging between his large thighs, too heavy to stand fully erect. you couldn’t stop the drool from slipping out.

kyo’s didn’t look like that.

“No kidding.” toji meets your puzzled eyes. you’d just said that out loud? and now he has the most shit-eating grin ever.

toji pushes a third finger inside, making your jaw drop, reaching out for him. “it okay princess, I’ll make it fit.” your eyes kept falling down to the monster between his legs, your head going cloudy just thinking about it how that’ll be possible.

“want it now… put it inside me.”

toji clicks his tongue, still fingering you, his brows pinched in concentration. his tip was an angry red, leaking even more.

“you’re too tight. haven’t fucked a virgin in awhile.”

“it’s fine. I just…” you whined bucking your hips to the rhythm of his skilled fingers. “just want your d-dick inside me, please. please.”

toji slaps your pussy. hard. “stop being a fucking brat.”

you bite your lip only to start whining again as you keep eyeing his heavy hanging cock his tip drooling making your pussy tighten around his thirsting fingers. his dark pubes made your pussy cream even more. “toji.” you draw out his name. he meets your gaze, clearly frustrated, but suddenly you give him that annoying look. the one where your eyes get all big, dumb, and wide, and you bat your lashes up at him, your lips all wet and pouty. his jaw clenched. you could even see the vein on his jawline, only making you more needy. it was the same look you would innocently give him when he’d scold you about walking home alone at night.

“can’t even let me open you up,” he slaps your pussy. “crying like a whiny little brat.”

“please.” tears swell up, gently making your eyes sparkle.

he rolls his neck. “you’re killing me, sweetheart.” your hands reach for him, making him click his tongue as he grabs his base, pumping his cock harsher than you’d expect. your lips fall open, salivating at the sight. your mind remembering all his matches, how every hit he threw looked like he was breaking cement in half. you swallow thickly, eyes glancing up to see toji’s flushed cheeks as he jerks himself off. his eyes staring at how close your pussy is to his dick.

your stomach twists, a stupid feeling swelling in your belly as you become jealous of his hand.

“in me. toji toji—“

“I needa teach you a fucking lesson about patience,” he grabs your face, immediately seeing how dilated your pupils are, as you lean up, meeting his lips. you were fucking adorable, the desperation made him twitch even more. he couldn’t remember the last time he’s leaked this much pre-cum where it looked like he basically came already. “gonna take it slow.” he utters, rubbing his tip between your folds, collecting all the messy slick.

you moan into his mouth, soft little sighs as he continues his teasing actions, your fingers brushing his nape as you lick his bottom lip waiting….waiting. when his tip catches onto your clit, you let out a quiet cry. “to…jj…stop playing with me…”

“it’s all swollen though,” he coos, smiling when you flush, humming with him. “was I too mean on your poor clit?” you shake your head quickly. “want me to fuck y’r pussy now?”

“mhm, inside please, want it deep,” you add to his lewd words, making him chuckle. you always were a talker, but he’s still surprised how fucking dirty your mouth is. the same one that was always so polite with him, even if you guys did joke around, you always called him sir.

“eh, is that right?”

you nod, biting your lip, blushing when you hear him groan. he slides his tip down to your hole. your heart pounding a little faster, a small pit of fear dawning on you watching toji’s broad figure hover over you. his entire form covering you as he gently pushes his engorged cock head into your awaiting entrance.

you suck in sharply, gasping at the unknown feeling as he gives you your first real stretch, neck craning as your nails dig into his shoulder and nape.

“relax, sweetheart,” his hand runs up and down your thigh, squeezing your sweaty skin. as he runs a hand up your stomach letting you take some deep breaths. his jaw is clenched, biting down as he feels your vice grip on his cock, absolutely suffocating him. “fuck baby, y’r too tense, deep breaths.” he chokes out.

“o..okay.” you’re trembling. trying to take a deep breath, but it felt so weird, your pussy could feel his fat tip. his eyes fall to your scrunched up face. the only thing on your mind was simply. toji’s inside me. toji’s inside me. megumi’s dad is inside me! the chanting had you going dumb and unintentionally doing the worst thing you could do to a man struggling to hold his patience: you clenched around him.

“fuck baby!”

toji’s growl had your stomach tightening, squeezing him even harder as your back arched. “breathe baby!”

“i am,” your face is warm and sweaty. “help…it hurts.”

toji freezes, staring into your big doe eyes. his heart melts, cupping your cheek as he speaks gently.

“don’t cry,” he coos, “i’ll take care of it,” he strokes your cheek as you sniffle, nodding. “I’ll handle it.” you suddenly gasp feeling a familiar stimulation. his thumb swirling around your swollen clit making you whine in pleasure, he groans feeling your body start to relax a bit more. giving his cock some relief.

“just like that, good girl, shit,” he coos feeling you clench around him from the praise. “we’re not done yet sweetheart.”

“mmm, okay.” you’re so cute, but he sees the mischief in your eyes, that’s when he feels you start to rock your hips up. “want it all.”

“slowly.” he says sternly.

he pushes a little more, leaning back when you begin to act up again, his hand falling down on your pussy making you giggle in pleasure, his tongue peaks out to lick his teeth.

“don’t start acting like a spoiled brat again.”

“I’m not,” you whine, tongue coming out as you continue rocking your hips up. his stomach clenches, eyes falling over your sweaty figure. your tits bouncing with each buck. it would be so easy to slam into you right now. have your pretty lips cry out as he took your virginity so meanly.

“what a pretty girl,” he runs his hand up under your tits. smiling when you arch up for him. he continues to push his cock deeper inside you, your moans shifting into a quiet cry. “never had a pussy this tight. ya ever put anything inside?” you shake your head.

“no,” you blush, biting your lip trying to decide if you should say what you wanted.

“spit it out.”

“i wanted you to be the first person to touch me down there.”

you whine feeling his big cock twitch inside you. he’s pulling out, sliding back in getting your slick to run down his cock.

“ ‘s that right?” he lifts.

“mhm, didn’t wanna finger myself either.”

“so you only played with your little clit?” you nod.

“you’re so cute.”

your cheeks sting, opening your mouth to respond, but the stretch started to sting. he was going too slow.

your hands lift off your chest to reach for his shoulders. “too slow.”

“watch it,” he meets you lower, your hands running around his shoulders as you pant so softly at his agonizing pace. slowly stretching out your little pussy hole. “you’re gonna regret your words in a sec.”

“fuck me,” you command. the snappy voice making his jaw tick. you’re a fucking handful, and now seeing how much of an attitude you catch when you’re horny made him even more turned on.

“baby.” he warns.

“cmon, please please.”

his patience fucking breaks.

your breath catches when his arms are grabbing your thighs, pulling you forward so easily, immediately slamming his entire length inside you.

a strangled cry rips from your throat. gasping as he pulls out again and slams his burning cock deep inside you hitting your cervix and leaving it in there so you can feel just how full he’s making you.

“is that what you wanted? fuck!” his cheeks are red as he groans from the drag of his cock. you were absolutely suffocating him. his eyes glancing down at the blood mixing with the creamy base of his cock. his dark pubes all wet and sticky as the slick covered your thighs as well.

“g-goo…d…” you’re in tears, gasping as he slams his cock slow and hard. letting you feel him, every curve and vein of his cock. your mind going hazzy as you look up at his sweaty face, holding one leg under his arm as the other runs up your pelvis, pressing down on your stomach.

“feel that baby?”

you moan loudly when he presses on the bulge his cock was making. you nod, eyes looking up at him with hearts. his own chest beating rapidly, cock twitching as you clench around him.

“who’s making you feel good?”

“you are.” your hands fall to hold his on your tummy. “toji’s inside me.”

“that’s right, baby.” he groans again, thrusting into you again, and again. your gasps and cries making him start to lose his cool.

he leans back on his knees lifting you up easily, sitting you on his lap, his arm caging both your arms behind your back as his mouth immediately latched on to your tits, suckling on them as they hung right in his face.

“toji!”

he smiles, biting harshly on the buds as he held you close to his chest and started fucking up into you. the squelching of your sexes had you whining and crying. drool falling down your lips as he sucked bruises on your gasping tits.

“tell me how much you like getting fucked dumb.”

“I-i love it!” you cry, arms bound behind you only helping you arch closer to his chest as he held your wrists tight.

“you love?” he laughs loudly. “you came up to me because you knew I’d fuck this virgin cunt raw if I saw you, that right?”

“yes!” you’re definitely gone. “always thinking about you, sir!” his lips suck a harsh tug making your eyes roll back at the stimulation.

“what would that dumb head of yours think about?”

“a-about angh hngh your hands…” you break into moan when he slaps your ass at your hesitation. “and I thought about your dick.”

not surprising, but it still makes him grin widely.

“thought about how y-youd fuck me, and how you’d taste.” you whimper as his finger circles your little rim from behind. teasing you as he slows down each thrust so it was slow and sensual, wanting to catch every word.

“was your head always filled with sex when we talked?” he laughed. “poor virgin.”

“it was filled before we talked too. i love it…” your head forward, tongue sticking out as you press your head to his. “you’re perfect sir.”

he groans loudly. opening his mouth as you spit so generously. his arm caged your body tight as he started fucking you fast and hard, so unbearably rough you we’re seeing stars.

“big…ahh. toji,” your tongue hangs out as he goes harder. his eyes clenching as he feels his own orgasm starting to edge closer.

“tell me what you want baby,” he pants.

“p-put me….in a mating press.”

he snorts, loudly. “and how does my princess know that.”

you whine, feeling his cock nuzzle inside you again. “tw-twitter.”

toji laughs, freeing your arms to lay your back on the mattress. he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulder as he leans over you. his big toned thighs press under your ass as he spreads his legs apart, sinking his cock deeper into you. “this what you want.” his voice shakes, only feeling your grip tighten around him again. “baby.”

“s-sorry.” you’re panting, his face was so close to you as he calmed his mind, fuck he needed to cum the second his pushed his tip inside you. he hadn’t realized how long it’s been. but he was going to take care of you first. your eyes rolled back as he pulled back, slamming his hips back in, he easily started picking up the pace, this position was all he needed to lose all sense.

“fuck, taking me all like a good fucking girl.” you clench. “like that baby?”

you moan in response, tits bouncing between you as he pushes down you so you can feel more of his weight. your pussy clenching and twitching around him. the lewd sounds of his cock fucking into you were loud. the slick, his thighs clapping into your ass in a relentlessly fast pace.

your tongue hangs out immediately making him lean down to lick your tongue. a moan coming out of him as you responded. you’ve never had an experience to compare this too, but was it supposed to be this messy? you couldn’t care. it was so hot. his big body handling every single part of you, he controlled the pace, the kissing, the touching—you loved it.

his fingers were digging into your thighs and his mouth was letting out so much spit that had you bucking and squirming drinking from his lips until you started crying. the sounds of your pussy producing more arousal had toji going faster.

“you’re gonna squirt all over me.” his command had you panting and moaning, tongue lulling out like a puppy. “got it puppy?” you flush.

“messy….big-“ your words were so scrambled, but he didn’t care. his pace was going faster, his biceps flexing around your thighs. oh how you wished this was being recorded, suddenly desperate to see his back muscles straining and moving as he was fucking you fast and hard. that sudden image in your head was enough to have your head falling back, eyes fluttering with tears as your orgasm crashes.

“fuckk fuck puppy,” his eyes are dilating as he looks down to see you gushing around his fat cock. the sounds of your pussy spraying as he continues to fuck more out of you has his ears ringing and stomach clenching.

you cried his name as he continued to pump his dick in and out, the clear liquid sprayed his thighs and the bed.

“that’s it, ah fuck , ungh fuck, fuck—“ toji was so vocal, grunting and moaning with how much you were squirting it seemed endless.

you were drooling, eyes crossed, vision white as pleasure consumed you. toji knew you lost all brain capacity when you began uttering the repeated sound of his name followed by little babbles of “want your cum.”

“you want my cum?” toji grins, showing his teeth as his thursts turned sloppy, losing his cool at your blessed out face.

“fill me up.”

fuck, toji really hated you. his hand grabbed your jaw, his thumb hooking inside your mouth, your tongue falling out. “telling me to fill this nasty pussy up wit’ my cum?” toji tsked feeling you clench at his words. “you don’t deserve it, being a brat the entire time.”

your drool coated his thumb as it ran down his wrist. along with your tears filling your eyes at his rejection. your hips bucked as you whined. “want it. want your cummy.”

cummy? if it was under any other circumstance the man definitely would have cringed, but you were absolutely fucked dumb, and hearing you slur your words had his whole body running hot.

“you’re not on the pill.” toji bites, jaw clenching as you licked and drooled on his tongue, eyes filled with tears.

“i am!”

his eyes sunk ten times darker. you were making him lose all sanity.

“shit.” his head dropped, hand grabbing the back of your knees, his entire body pressing down as he leans up, fucking his cock deep until you were absolutely knocked. the sight of his cock bullying your virgin pussy was making his head dizzy. your clit all puffy was like a magnet, drawing his thumb to fall on it in harsh circles. your body jerked, crying as you gripped the sheets.

“fhuck my pretty girl, squirting all over daddy’s cock.” your pussy clenched. “ya? like daddy’s cock filling you up?” his jaw clenched as your tongue peaking out shaking with each vicious thrust.

“daddy,” you repeat, head empty. “fill me up.”

you moan together. he was completely under your spell. his eyes focused on your face twisted in pleasure.

“never had this pussy filled, have you?” his thrusts are sloppy, his jaw clenched. “tell me why you deserve it?”

“g-good girl hngh!” your face was so cute, his laugh masking his groans.

“good girl eh?

you cry, nodding your head. “please!”

“who do you belong too?”

“you!”

“who?”

“t-toji…” your eyes are crossing, pretty tits shaking as his entire weight drives each thrust. the thought of his heavy cum filled balls bursting inside you…you tighten around him, his jaw clenching.

“who makes ya feel good?”

“you do, daddy!” his cock is twitching, abs clenched as he forbids himself from giving in just yet. the edging making his mind heated and the pleasure longer.

“no more boyfriend,” he pressed your knees down a little harder, almost suffocating you in this mating press. “you’re mine.”

“yesyes—“ the mindless chanting had his head spinning. the built up adrenaline from the match consuming his veins as he fucked out every last bit of it. your precious little body was the most generous outlet. his cock was so unbelievably painful, his moans were getting a little more vocal until finally he gave one final thrust until the first large burst of his cum painted your gummy walls. your mind went white, forgetting if you were even orgasming or not as you felt his cum gush inside you. his moans were unlike anything you’ve ever heard. so deep and strained. his body covered in sweat, muscles flexing as he shook with each thrust, filling you up until the cum started overflowing and coming out. he was stuttering above you, body shaking as he felt the most pleasure release him.

you were completely spent.

your vision was hazy as you drifted out.

“babygirl.”

you felt the gentle hand stroking your cheek as he leaned over you, his lips softly meeting yours. you sigh, opening your mouth automatically, inviting his tongue so you could suck on it, his thumb brushing your warm cheek as the other stroked your side, your legs lazily around his hips.

“you okay?” he pulled his lips away. “I wasn’t too hard?” he was still out of breath, which made you blush.

you shake your head. “not too hard. felt good. your cum is all warm inside.”

“ya?” he smirks, rubbing your thigh as he leans back. your pussy lips parting, all sticky as he watches his cum still seeping out. “you look so pretty like this.” his hand traces the olive branch tattoo on your thigh. “with my cum inside you.” he slowly bends down pressing a kiss to your sternum, your nails lightly scratch his nape, earning a satisfied hum. “do guys usually cum this much?”

toji blushes, lifting his head to look at you. “no, that’s why mine is more special.” he smiles, making you flush. “i mean it.” your lips part, but he looks back up, eyes meeting. “no shitty ass boyfriend.” you swallow.

“are you gonna be my boyfriend then?”

“yes.”

“you can’t just tell me what to do and—“ your breath catches, heart suddenly beating a lil faster, hyper aware of his long gaze. “what?”

“you said you’re mine. so that’s that.” toji moves up, just inches from your face as he watches every dart of your eyes, every breath that comes out…his lip tugs up. “you were only dating him because you didn’t have me.” your eyes look away.

“that’s that.” you repeat softly. your face is burning, an urge crawling up inside you. he wanted to be with you. he wanted to be with you….toji…wanted to be with you, but, “megumi.”

toji brushes your cheek. “don’t think about that. okay?” he kisses your warm cheek.

“okay.” he sits up fully now, gently dropping your legs. his face shifts slightly, his hand falling on the dark bruise on his ribs.

“does it hurt?”

his lips part to reassure you, but you lean over, laying your small soft hand on his ribs. “I’m sorry i asked you to go harder.” your lips meet his bruised skin, knowing it was a childish thing to kiss a bruise as if it was medicine. but toji’s face went bright red. his stomach fluttering as he stared down at you. your eyelashes so soft…

“don’t apologize, baby.”

your gaze meets, and he watches your eyes squint up as you smile. your thumb softly caressing the skin, sitting up. “but I’m sorry.” you tilt your head, giving a little pout. he raises a brow, his hands falling on your hips as you begin wrapping your arms over his shoulders, kneeling between his legs. “i was being a brat.” he knew exactly what you were doing. the playful glint in your eyes, the little teasing you only do with him.

“taking accountability?” he tilts his chin up, meeting your pout with a tilt of his own.

“mhm, i learn quick.” you smile. “did i work you hard? it’s okay we can go slower next time.” his jaw locks.

“oh ya?”

“mhm, it’s okay t-o-j-i, we’ll go at your pace.”

“you fucking minx.” he grabs a handful of your ass, pinching it. “you could barely take it.”

you squeal. “nuh-uh, you were trying not to bust a nut when you went inside me.” you squeal at the harsh slap.

“you’re a fucking talker ya know that.”

“you like it though.” you cry out a laugh as he grabs your face squeezing your cheeks to prevent you from yapping.

“making fun of an old man for controlling himself around a pretty little virgin. i would’ve hurt you, sweetheart, if i went too hard from the start. would’ve had you crying.” his eyes glanced over your face.

“i was crying already.”

he smiles. “that’s the good crying, baby.” he licks his lips. “would never actually hurt you intentionally.”

your stomach is bursting with butterflies. toji has always been kind to you and the others. he always kept his circle close, which really meant you were his own. but you didn’t expect such raw emotions from him. megumi rarely mentioned his long deceased mother, but when he did, it was always followed by how much toji had loved her.

the words slipped out before you could think. the green eyes suddenly grew lighter as his face went still.

“you’re a good man, toji.”

the warmth from his body spread to your cheeks as his arms loosened just slightly. not that he was pulling away, but that he was taking in your words. both of you so vulnerable at this moment, completely naked for everything to see, it felt more intimate than when he had his dick driving so deep inside you, giving you waves of his cum because this time his eyes grew softer, and his smile was as delicate as a dandelion.

“kiss me.”

you did.

you could feel the smile in his kiss. his lips wet, but soft. he was holding your chin, pulling away, his breath fanning your face.

“you’re an angel.”

your cheeks set on fire. lips breaking into a shy smile making him laugh.

“wanna shower?” you only nod, burying your face in his neck, clearly still embarrassed from his words, he laughs at your reaction, petting your head as he coos. “my little angel is embarrassed now.”

“am i your baby, sweetheart, puppy, or angel?” you mumble into his neck. “it’s too many.”

“is it too many, should i just stick with your name then?” he says your name. your body reacts, burying your face deeper into his neck. he barks out, laughing. “that’s your name, princess.”

princess now?! “shut up! you’re so doing this on purpose.”

“I’m just talking to you, puppy.” this fucking dick! you huff pulling away, you knew you looked flustered so you pushed his face away from you, not caring that he was wincing from touching his bruised eyebrow. “ow pup.”

you stumble off the bed, wobbling just so briefly before standing up straight. “puppy is a degrading one!”

“you came hard when I called you that. opened your mouth so wide—“

“ahhh shut up shut up shut up!” you cover your ears as you speed walk across the large master room to the bathroom. toji immediately jumps off the bed, scaring you. your eyes widen as he chases after you, making you squeal running faster.

“cmon, don’t act shy now. you were a pretty dirty angel when i had you stuffed full.” he grabs your wrists pulling them away from your ears. you shake your head. “stop it no, no—no bedroom talk when it’s not happening. what happens during sex stays in sex.”

“so ‘puppy’ is your sex name then. what if i want a little kiss?” you pause. “my mouth is so wet.” your eyes lock on his lips seeing him purposely collect the spit around. your body reacting immediately, stepping forward, as you lean up to meet his lips. “cmon puppy, open up.” your lips part, his pride swelling seeing you submit so fucking easily. his thumb comes up, pinching your nipple making your eyes flutter and moan drop your jaw. he spits directly into your mouth. “sex name?”

“shut up.” you lick your lips. cheeks hot as you turn your head. “are we gonna shower?”

he smiles.

next thing you know, you’re leaning against his arm, hugging it close as his other arm is slotted between you, fingers thrusting inside with such force, talking so dirty in your ear as you let out broken moans.

“you like getting finger-fucked by your friends dad, huh?”

your chopped moans had you drooling on his arm. eyes fully rolled back. “like daddy stretching this cute pussy?” your only replies were moans.

“come for daddy.”

“cu-cum-anghh.” your legs shake, knees giving out as you cum hard. he easily wraps a strong arm around you, holding you up.

you couldn’t wrap your mind on how you were even able to cum again, but when toji laid you under his bed covers, pulling you to his chest. you could feel the long night weigh your body down. “are you actually okay?”

your hand lays on his chest, fingers brushing his bruises.

“just tired.” he sighs, pulling you closer, an ease consuming his body the closer you pressed yourself to him. the comfort your touch brought was unlike anything. the memories of his past no longer a feeling of constant grief and sorrow.

you leaned closer, burying your face in his neck snuggling close. your lips meeting his warm skin as he sighs, arm wrapped around you.

“I’m scared megumi is gonna hate me,” you softly whisper. no clue why you were ruining this moment, but your anxiety was still creeping back in.

his eyes are closed as he answers. “because we fucked?”

“because i fucked his dad.”

“does he have a crush on you?”

“no!” toji laughs, turning his head to look at you.

“i said it’ll be okay.” his arm pulls you close, leaning his forehead to yours. your body growing warm. “do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“then go to sleep.”

and you do.

little did you know poor megumi was a little more sober than the rest and when he couldn’t find his phone in the middle of the night, he decided to go up and fetch his dad’s phone. was it because he was tired that he wasn’t picking up on the slight gasps and cries until he slid the door just an inch all for him to witness the millisecond of his dad’s bare ass drilling— SLAM

megumi was frozen. the door immediately shut. he didn’t want to decipher what he’d witnessed but why did your voice have to be so recognizable! Sadly the poor boy had to run away with hands covering his ears, only to run into a shocked nobara standing by the stairs.

“Is that y/n!!?” megumi ran covering the the girl’s mouth.

“shhhhh!”

in other words it wasn’t a big shock when you were all having breakfast and yuuji decides to speak.

“so are you like megumi’s mom now or?”

you choke on your cereal as megumi coughs violently. toji was still upstairs. your face was on fire. you couldn’t lift your head.

“look what you did, idiot!” nobara elbows yuuji hard. then your bottom lip shook, and worse a tear slipped. they all froze completely. you don’t cry easily. you don’t!

“please don’t hate me, m-megumi…” your eyes filled with more tears. you really are an idiot, you knew what would happen if you ever crossed that line. but…toji was different. your heart ached without him, and it swelled whenever he looked your way. when you were upset you wanted to see him, when you were anxious you wanted him to rest his hand on your head. when you didn’t want to talk, you wanted to hear him talk….he was different. but he’s also…

“your dad.” you swallow your tears, sucking it up. but when you decided to lift your head, megumi’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pressing you tight.

“it’s fine.”

your mouth was dry, eyes wide, but you buried your face in his shoulder as he hugged you—which he never does—and calmed you down.

“you’re not mad?” you wipe your face as he pulls away.

megumi lets out a heavy sigh. “i knew this would happen.” everyone raises a brow. “all he does is ask about you, what’s y/n doing? where is she? did she finish her work? is she coming today? on and on and on—“ megumi groans. “at least now I don’t have to be a middle man.”

your cheeks stung. nobara couldn’t help but giggle, she’s never seen you so flustered. kyoi sure as hell never made you feel like that.

“what else has he said?” you bite your cheek.

“he told me he likes sparring you!” yuuji chimes in. your cheeks run red, remembering what he told you last night.

it did take some getting used to. toji randomly coming over and wrapping an arm around your shoulder was fine, but when he’d lean down and kiss you deep, megumi couldn’t help his gagging. do that was a no. but other than the slight pda (on toji’s part) it was all the same. except for something only megumi noticed, which was how much happier his dad looked.

he couldn’t explain how oddly perfect the relationship was. you fit him perfectly and him to you. so megumi bared his teeth at the awkwardness, and went about his weird life.

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