kenyukisser

[kenyukisser]

Worst Behavior

Art in the center by Houhai673 on lofter

pairings- stepbrother! Sukuna x f! Reader (lil bit of Toji/reader)

summary - Sukuna’s dad married your mom while you were in high school, and you hated each other on sight. He endlessly picked on and tortured you. So much so that he became a fucking YouTube sensation from prank videos starring you! You come back home for summer break after a bad breakup, and of course annoying ass Sukuna is there, with his stupid smirk, ready to pick on you again, only to be derailed when he sees you're going out with his old friend Toji for a date. Turns out, Sukuna has had it bad for you for a long time, and making you hate him was the only way to guarantee you stay far away, but can he keep up the act?

content/warnings - MDNI, tw- stepcest, lots of pining, kinda one-sided lol, Sukuna is an asshole to you, reader hates him. Enemies to ????- ton of sexual tension, jealous ass Sukuna. This chap - fingering, Toji saying what's up, Sukuna masturbating and being just depraved and pathetic tbh, panty stealing, taboo relationships

part two (coming soon)

part one

It was junior year of high school when your mom remarried, and you can't forget that day, the first time you met that pretentious little shit Sukuna. Who was now your 'family' you guess?

He was a couple of years older, already in freshman year of college, he'd come home on break and torment you endlessly, a whole fucking bulky. He'd hide shit high where you can never reach it, jumpscare you constantly, woke you up to fuck with you, and even filmed his pranks and put them on YouTube.

The jerk was actually YouTube famous from the amount of pranks he'd pull and your golden reactions. A mix of throwing shit at him, cursing him out or smacking him while he held his phone and recorded it. There was no doubt in your mind you just hated the giant asshole of an older 'stepbrother’ you had.

Now you're graduating this year, back home for summer break, and luckily Sukuna almost never visits anymore. He's running his stupid YouTube channel and banking on it, on being a dumb little prankster for his millions of subscribers, so now he lives pretty far thank God.

Let him prank everyone else.

You both don't talk whatsoever aside from holidays and family functions, and then it's just Sukuna picking on you. Not much has changed in five years, maybe his tactics are better. A little sneakier.

You smile and hug your mom, and your step-dad. He's actually pretty fucking cool, and your mom and him are cute together. "Hey hunny, I'm so glad you're here!" Your mom is going on and on about a party she's throwing, as you settle into your room, nothing's changed really. Your mom keeps it all the same.

"Mom, you don't have to keep all this out," you tease, looking at your old posters that adorn the walls, scattered Polaroids pinned to your corkboard. "You could make it a guest room?"

"We have a guest room, we love having your stuff here. And Sukuna's room is the same."

"Ugh don't say his name, you'll summon him!" Your mom laughs a bit as you shiver in feigned disgust.

"He's family honey."

"Not even. I get dad, I really do, but I think Sukuna and I will never get along."

"Ah shit that hurts sis." You hear his pretentious voice and panic as he leans in the doorway, stupid fucking smirk on his far too attractive face. You glare at him.

"Yuck don't call me that, weirdo." He flips you off behind your mom's back, putting his hands away as your mom comes up and hugs him tightly. He smirks over her shoulder as you flip him off back. 

"She's so mean to me, why can't she be nicer like you," he pouts, and your mom laughs a bit, leaning on her tip toes to ruffle his light pink locks. 

"You're both mean to each other. Maybe a couple weeks at home will help you two learn to get along."

"He's staying for a couple weeks!? Ugh." You sigh and he scoffs. Your mom shakes her head and looks at you both.

"Dinner in thirty. Get settled and don't kill each other."

Sukuna eyes you then, ever so slowly up and down, while you start setting things down. "Really filled out huh?"

"I'll punch you." He grins again, you wall up and shove at him, pausing when you feel just how hard his chest is. Blushing a bit, he notices apparently, raising a brow.

"Feeling me up?"

"Gross no. Gym rat." He glares now and you smile right back.

"Yeah how's that loser boyfriend of yours?" He asks so casually. Walking in your room and touching all your shit like he does. You follow him and put everything back in its place as he skews every position of any item.

"We broke up," he pauses at your tone, eyeing you then. You're so pretty you make his heart pound in his chest, not like he'd ever fucking tell you. He calls you a gremlin and worse, knowing you're a whole knockout. "Yeah, rub it in."

"Wasn't gonna," you pause then, as his ruby eyes glint and catch yours. For a moment you see a rare softness in them, making you falter. "He got tired of your bitchiness?"

"Oh fuck off." You roll your eyes, sinking on the white day bed, hands brushing the soft sheets that smell like your mom's favorite fabric softener. But you also smell him, Sukuna, so manly and taking over your space, he leans on your dresser, eyeing a picture of you.

"What happened?"

"Like you care," you lay back, shorts sliding up your thighs. Revealing far, far too much skin, he barely tears his eyes away. "He left me for my best friend."

"Oh shit..." he doesn't know what to say, all he's ever done is pick on you, prank you. Be a whole ass. How does he... comfort you? Without getting too close, feeling shit he can't?

What you didn't realize, is Sukuna has had it bad for you for years now. He knows he can never act on it, so the next best thing was to make your life a living hell. To make you hate him and stay far, far away.

It worked, you hate him.

But it's still not enough to stop the raging thoughts always inside him, of the filthy things he thinks of when he's alone. Stroking his cock to memories of you rather than porn, finding himself comparing others to the traits he loves about you. Traits you'll never know.

He can never ever tell you.

"I've got a date this week though. Old friend of ours." You lean up on your elbows, eyeing him then. He feels that familiar pang of fucking jealousy he also can't feel, remembering the ridiculous amount of men he's chased off over the years.

"What old friend?" He asks curiously, you smile a little then.

"Toji. Weren't you two super close?"

"Toji!? You are not going out with Toji." You sit up and glare, Sukuna crosses his thick arms. "Absolutely not."

"I'm twenty one. I'll do what I want, but don't you like him?"

"Tch, you're such an annoying fucking brat," his words make you stand up, as he sets down your polaroid, it's a pretty picture that's always burned in his brain. You at the beach all happy and pretty, he'd been so hard that day he'd had to jerk it in the fucking bathroom stall.

Why do you have to be so pretty? It's so annoying, and your shit attitude. Toji would be all over you, he always found you hot, but he never dared make a move once Sukuna let him know you were off limits. Was Sukuna not as imposing now that he's a YouTube star? Toji acted as if he couldn't still beat his ass down.

“Put the picture back, you’re so weird.” He holds it up high, smirking down at you, while you jump up and try to grab it, his big grin growing on his face, while he runs around your room with it.

“Too short, aww.”

“Anyone is short you giant, lord of the rings ent.”

“Nerd!”

“Give it!” You’re bouncing again, and he’s far too enamored by your pretty tits jiggling for a moment, his hand falls as his eyes catch them, you snatch your picture up then. “Hah! Now go.”

“Like I wanna be in here.” He’s scowling as he walks out, you lock your door with a little click when Sukuna stands in front of it, sighing and resting his back on it.

Why is it worse than usual seeing you? Typically he could hold his composure somewhat, why do you have to smell so good and - 

Shit he needs to stop.

*****

Dinner with Sukuna is the worst. He's devouring everything on his plate before leaning over, starting to slam down your food too. You scoff and shove the whole plate at him. "Yuck, just have it, now it's covered in Sukuna germs."

"You should count yourself lucky to have any of them from me, brat."

"Will you two stop," your mom and Sukuna's dad say it simultaneously with a big sigh, it's an automatic response when you both have to be in each other's vicinity.

"Why don't you just stay somewhere fancy, rich boy?"

"Tch, you really would miss me if I didn't come over, can't have you all upset." You roll your eyes as your mom gives you an entire other plate of food. Sukuna's already downed your plate and eyeing the new one.

"Let me eat holy shit," you turn away from him, about to stab him with the fork when he goes for a piece of chicken. "Sukuna!"

"Stop it, go get another plate." Sukuna's dad instantly has Sukuna resigned just a bit, he rolls his eyes and leaves your plate alone. The two of them look more like brothers than father and son really, he's a spitting image of him.

Sukuna is handsome, you suppose, though he knows it and is so pretentious about it, that it's just annoying. You'd never tell him he was, either, not when he calls you a little gremlin. That started the first year you lived here, along with dweeb, shrimp and brat, he was a classic bully.

You nibble a bit as you stare at your phone, swiping away the annoying notification that he posted, only for him to eye it, smirking. "Aw you do love me, following me and everything!"

"You wish, I keep ignoring it and it won't stop. Conspiracy or some shit."

"Honey, no cussing at the table."

"Sorry mom," she laughs at you two, shaking her head, while Sukuna leans over, peeking at the phone you're now bringing to your chest. "Will you fuck off."

"Language honey. Ow!" You stomp right on his foot, earning a scowl landed at you. "Brat!"

"Jerk! I don't want to eat, I lost my appetite." You stand up then, plate almost entirely untouched, walking up the stairs as your mom asks you to come back down.

God you can't stand him.

You get a knock later, and he's holding a plate in his big ass hands, frowning a bit. "What, dad yell at you?"

"Just eat," he shoves the plate at you, you notice it's been warmed up when the glass touches your skin. You blink a bit in surprise. "You didn't eat anything."

"You ate all my food like an ass, and I'm not hungry." You shove the plate back at him and his eyes narrow, your fingers touching as you try to put it back in his hands.

"Will you just eat? Now."

"You don't tell me what to do.

"You're such a-

"Brat, I know." You tug the plate back, rolling your eyes now. "I'll eat if you leave me alone."

"I don't want to hang out with you anyway," he says, lying his fucking ass off - god he wants to just spend time with you, not that he ever would say it or do it for that matter. “You better eat it all.”

“Oh Jesus.” You shake your head at him, sighing and nibbling some of it when he walks away, you hate how good his ass looks in those stupid gym shorts. He catches you staring damn near, looking back at you with a raised brow, you quickly scowl and shut the door.

Why does Sukuna look so good? You can’t think the shit.

After eating you’re washing up, bumping into Sukuna as he heads to the bathroom, shirtless just to distract you, surely. You’re breathless when you see his bare chest - has he gotten more chiseled? More tattoos? There are many sliding across his chest, his flat brown nipples, dipping down his rib cage and tracing his obliques. For a moment you can’t even say anything, just standing there.

“Did you eat?” You blink a bit, looking up and nodding a bit. “Nothing smart to say?”

“I’m just tired.”

You’re far, far too close to him then, just standing there, cheeks heating up at the proximity. He’s always been gorgeous, he’s always been buff, it shouldn’t bother you now so much. Without another word, Sukuna walks into the bathroom and you head out of it, shoulder brushing one of his biceps, the contact alone making your tummy tense.

The fuck was going on with you lately?

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t originally have a crush on Sukuna when you met him, how couldn’t you? He was so hot, especially to a younger you, before you realized what an ass he was as soon as he opened his mouth. After that first prank you knew he was just your enemy, not that you could have ever acted on your stupid crush anyway.

He’s family now, honey.

You cover your face with the blankets, avoiding any thoughts of that tattooed body on top of you. Maybe it’s your break up, maybe it’s the date coming up, maybe you’re ovulating, fuck… Whatever it is, you’re undeniably clenching around nothing from being too close to that asshole.

*****

Your date with Toji is tonight, you had a little crush on him when he’d come visit with Sukuna over the summers, but of course he never left you alone with Toji. He was annoying as can be when it came to making sure no one talked to you, because no one wanted to fuck with Sukuna, it’s just now gotten easier, since he’s out of college and some of them have gotten a little braver.

He hated your last boyfriend when you brought him over, on sight, though you have to admit he may have been onto something with that one, he really was a complete dick now that you look back on it. But he hated everyone you dated, making sure if he ran into them on campus to threaten them for no good reason, most of them just gave up.

You ran into Toji the other day randomly, and he was looking really good. He's that dangerous bad boy that your mom tells you to stay away from, but you never listen. Good guy you were just with fucked your former friend however, so you’re truly not so sure what everything means right now. Giving him a chance for a date seems like the perfect way to forget two things.

One, your shitty ex.

Two, your annoying step brother.

You’re eyeing your outfit in the mirror, turning this way and that, before brushing your hair out, you’re dressed in a lacy little black bustier and a pretty pleated skirt, you two are going to a concert so you figure you’ll look cute for it. You’re popping on a little gloss, slathering it over your lips until they’re glistening, doing a little spin and then checking Toji’s text.

You’re running down the stairs, hand on the rail, cool under your touch, when you pause, almost running into Sukuna and nearly tumbling off that last step. Sukuna  curses, catching you quickly, until you’re pressed against him. He is steadying you with his hands, huge fucking hands that feel way too good on your skin, when you’re eye to eye with his chest, looking up at him slowly.

“Clumsy brat…” He grumbles, pushing you back then, but his touch lingers for a little too long. When he looks at your outfit slowly, you feel those ruby eyes like a physical touch, slipping down your body and making you tremble just a bit.

Sukuna never looks at you like that.

It’s quiet for a moment, it goes on way too long, his gaze trailing down your breasts in that top, seeing the way your nipples press up like they’re dying for him. You look too good, too pretty, too much of that body revealed, and for another dude to look and touch? His old friend at that- it fucking infuriates him, his fists clenched on either side.

He barely composes himself, while you’re just looking at him under your lashes, doing too much to his brain, his heart pounding in his chest as desire hits him right in the stomach. He’s seen you in all sorts of shorts, bikinis, you name it, but he’s never really seen you dressed like this, and it’s fucking his entire mind up, short circuiting momentarily.

He finally composes himself, crossing his arms and scowling as you smile at him, arms behind your back. “Like the outfit, Sukuna?”

“Like it, fuck no. What’re you trying to dress like that for?”

“Because we’re going to a concert!”

“Tch,” he goes to the coat stand then, yanking his down from it and scowling right down at you. “Put on the jacket, now.”

Sukuna’s throwing his jean jacket over your shoulders again, you yank it off and shove it at him, pretty breasts just heaving in that slutty little fucking top again, he’s torn between being furious anyone sees you like this, and irritated it affects him this bad. What he thought was shoved far down is prominent as ever, fuck it was even worse than before.

“No! Don’t want your stinky jacket.” He is stepping even closer, when you inhale him - and you hate to admit the fucker smells good.

“This cologne is a hundred bucks a spray, you know it smells good.”

“I don’t give a fuck, it’s nasty. As is your giant jacket, it’ll swallow me, he won’t see my outfit at all!”

“Good, no one should.” You scoff at that and shake your head at him.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

“Yes! You’re not some big brother, and I’m grown. I’ll wear whatever I want- I look hot actually.”

“You look slutty.” His whisper is too close, you haul back and smack him then, hurting your hand and gasping, shaking it out as the tingles shoot through it, while the asshole smirks. “Hit like a little girl.”

“Oh fuck you, with your big ass head.”

“Honey! Ready for your date? He’s um…” your mom looks outside as she walks up to you two in the entry way,, where Toji is revving up his mustang. “He’s here… I guess.”

“Can’t come to the fucking door?” Sukuna says, you scowl at him.

“Like you do that for girls.”

Sukuna raises a brow. “Like you know what I do for girls.”

“I’ve heard plenty,” he smirks then, shaking his head. “Oh you’re notorious, how many girls have you dated? Manwhore.”

“Me, a manwhore?”

“Mom,” you turn to her now, as she still eyes Toji standing outside of his mustang, you can tell all her motherly instincts are telling her to intervene, but she has always let you make your own decisions.

“Yes sweetie?”

“Tell him I’m fine in this,” your mom pauses, lips parting as Sukuna’s dad comes out, and looks at you briefly before he takes off his jacket from the rack, earning Sukuna’s chuckle. “Really now!?”

“It’ll be cold,” he tries to play it off, clearing his throat as he covers you up with his jean jacket instead. “You’ll catch a chill. And why isn’t he at the door?”

“Exactly-”

“Shush.” You put your finger to your lips as Sukuna is about to gloat at the fact that your parents are in agreement. “Suck up.”

“Me? You!”

“Okay,” your mom takes off the jacket, earning the two men’s scowls. “She’s an adult, she chooses what she wears. Even if… she should wear a jacket.”

“I love you.” You kiss her cheek, grabbing your purse and phone then, walking outside. Sukuna walks to the porch with you, much to your irritation, glaring over at Toji who’s whistling across the yard.

“What’s up, Sukuna?” Toji’s voice makes Sukuna want to take him down, he’s grinning as he looks at you in ways he shouldn’t. “Long time no see. Oooh, don’t you look hot, doll.”

You’re giggling, giggling!? Sukuna is about to lose his mind.

He grabs your wrist, long thick fingers with black painted nails taking it over, you pause at the warmth, at the rough palms, looking up then. The night is humid but there’s a breeze tossing around his light pink locks, as he grips just a little tighter, making you turn to him.

“What is it?” You ask then, your voice for a moment is soft, Sukuna looks at you, then at Toji, sighing. “I’ll be fine.”

“Right.” He lets you go then, you’re bouncing down the stairs practically, Toji’s hand is at the small of your back, his fingers itching to break them, while you hug Toji and he wraps you in his big ass arms.

You’re opening your door, it’s not like Toji would do that, shit Sukuna’s not one to do it half the time, but the fact that it’s you makes him unreasonably angry. You look at him across the driveway, expression unreadable before you slip in the car next to him. Toji zips off so quickly Sukuna’s also worried about you driving with him.

He’s been jealous before, many, many times, but today is just too much, seeing you again, and knowing you’ll never be his, hits harder than it should. He stomps back in the house, your mom thanks him for being so caring - hah - if only she knew what he really thought about you.

Sukuna really isn’t proud of any of the next thoughts or actions that night, no he really isn’t. When he heads up to his room but lingers by yours instead, staring into it and seeing black lace on the ground. He knows he’s just horrible when he walks in and shuts that door quietly, eyeing everything in there, the sweet lingering scent of your perfume hitting his senses.

Sukuna is also not proud when he’s in your room, when he takes those panties you slipped off before you left, just sitting on the carpet by your dresser. He’s not very proud when he picks them up to his face, inhaling your scent - fuck, his ‘stepsister’ has the sweetest pussy. He has done this before, and you just get sweeter tasting, as he desperately laps your slick off them.

He’s so not proud when he’s right in your bed, putting them to his face and releasing his thick cock then, red tip leaking precum and smacking his stomach as it’s released. He knows this isn’t a good thing to do, he’s Sukuna, he could have any woman he wants, they’re all after him, and he’s stealing panties and jerking it on a friday night.

He’s furious that Toji gets to touch you.

If Sukuna touched you, he’d grip your breasts, squish them in his hands, have you littered with his hand prints, show you what it is to really get fucked, and fucked so good you’re delirous from it. Bend you over, grip your wrists with one of his hands, stretch your cunt the fuck out. God he bets it’s so pretty, too, his mind vividly pictures it as he touches his tip, exhaling.

What is he reduced to from you!? In your bed, so big he hardly fits on the fucking thing, sprawled out with his long limbs as he strokes his thick, veiny cock slowly. Your panties are right against his face, he’s perverted and depraved for doing it, especially in your bed, but he can’t stop himself. He’s moaning softly into them, as your scent fills his mind, while his hand jerks it faster and faster.

He’s whispering your name, sweat slicking his muscled body, a thin sheen glimmering under your pretty fairy lights while he’s being fucking filthy on your bed. Picturing your tummy bulging with him, stroking slowly in and out, making you squirt cum all over him till your sheets were soaked. He’s jerking faster and faster, wishing it were you, so desperate and pathetic you make him.

He hates you more for making him this way, him, fucking Sukuna, pathetically cumming in his ‘step - sister’s’ bed, as if he could call you it. He barely knows you, aside from being a dick every break, pranking you to watch your pretty face so angry, getting off on it in far, far too many ways.

He didn’t have to be home for the summer, he actually put himself out doing it, just to see you, to fucking torment you, but it’s you who torment him, when he imagines tasting your pussy from the source. He’d lap his cum out of your cunt, then fill you up again, over and over, until there was no room for anymore, just messy and dripping all down your pretty thighs.

“Fuck,” he whispers it, muffling his moan with that fabric, as his cum pumps from his huge length, dripping in white ropes down his hand, pulsing in his hold. He’s gasping at the release, picturing putting it inside your bratty little fucking mouth.

He’s cleaned up then, right with your panties, whimpering the tiniest bit as they hit his sensitive tip, jerking as he lays there now, sooty pink lashes fluttering, furious as he thinks of you on your stupid date. You’ll never know what he really thinks, it has to be that way, but it doesn’t make it easier, not when he’s cuddling with a pillow that smells like your shampoo.

*****

“I had fun!” Toji smiles, that scar curving up just a bit, his big hand on your thigh as his engine hums.

“You did, huh?”

“I did, I needed that.” He chuckles and leans close, tilting your chin up now, inky locks falling over his brow. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he practically purrs the words, you gather their meaning quickly, heart racing just a bit as his lips descend. “Been thinking of this all night.”

Toji’s kiss is nothing like your ex, it’s a rough kiss, his tongue tracing your lips and slipping in your mouth when you gasp a bit. You hear his moan when he drags one of your thighs closer, spreading you, you feel your body reacting quickly, a mix of nerves, thoughts, and clearing your pussy is reacting too. She’s already been soaked for two days, and now she’s way too excited.

“God, doll,” Toji hums as he kisses you deeper, you’re trembling when his fingers slip up your thigh carefully, teasing and leaving goosebumps everywhere. His dark green eyes lock with yours as he pulls back. “You feel s’good, ya know that?”

“Do I?” You tease, he moans and kisses you again, while in front of your childhood home, it feels so… thrilling but terrifying.

Was Sukuna watching?

No way…

And if so, what would that make you feel?

You’re contemplating that as Toji finds you over your panties, you moan softly when rough fingers slip up and down them. “So hot, fuck…”

“Mnh!” You’re spreading your thighs for more, he feels so good, kisses taking over your addled mind, and you wonder if it can shove down the thoughts you’re having about your dumbass step brother. Thoughts you can’t have, shit you can’t do - even if either of you did want to.

Sukuna would never want you like that. He’s never called you pretty, not that he should, but he’s said the opposite all the time. He doesn’t know, calling you a fucking gremlin or whatever sucks sometimes, you don’t expect his compliments, but deep down a part wants them anyway. You get looking extra pretty for him, a fact you’ll take to your fucking grave.

Toji slips under your panties, you’re gasping when he touches your wet slit with expert fingers. “Soaked, huh doll? Need me to make ya feel good?”

“I’m… ah! Toji…” you grip his wrist, his thumb is circling on your clit now, it feels really fucking good, twitching against his touch. “Mnh…”

“Wanna cum f’me, pretty?” He’s rolling quicker, more pressure now, while he drags messy kisses on your neck.

“Um, I don’t fuck on the - ngh - first date, Toji.” He pulls back now, a smile tugging on his mouth.

“Was just gonna have you cum on my fingers - fuck, mouth if you want,” you’re blushing and he notices, chuckling again. “You’re cute.”

“Cute, huh?” You wonder what it would be like, you’ve always pictured it with Sukuna, his long fingers and black nails in your cunt, things you should never, you shove it back, focusing now. “You wanna finger me?”

“Wanna have you cum,” his voice is gruff, he’s not fucking around when he slips a finger in your soppy little cunt, your nails press into the leather of his jacket as he kisses you again. “Mmm, that’s it.”

Your eyes shut as he massages your cunt with his fingers, stretching you out and making you tense, thighs trembling on either side. For whatever stupid reason you can’t get fucking Sukuna’s body in a towel out of your damn mind, no matter how many times you shove it down, instead just getting wetter. You focus on kissing him, on feeling him, the squishing wetness loud in his car still running.

“That’s it, cum, I can feel it.” Toji’s words urge you on, as he sucks along your shoulder, sinking his teeth in as his fingers curl just so, and you feel yourself cum then, pressure building and releasing in your tummy.

“Ah!” You’re whining out, earning Toji’s grin against your skin, you feel his teeth lines along you, breaths coming quicker and quicker. “Toji, god…”

“You’re so wet.” He puts your panties back, a hand entangled in your hair now. “See, I wasn't gonna go that far.”

“Are you a gentleman?”

“Fuck no,” you giggle a bit. “But we don’t have to rush things. Are you gonna go out with me again?”

“I’d like that.” He kisses you once more, you’re a little dizzy, from your thoughts, your mind, when you walk back to the porch and Toji takes off.

Why do you feel bad?

Surely not for his ass.

Surely not for a man who is just… a jerk, who’s hot sure okay, Toji is too. You need to shove it down, all of it. You try to do just that, it’s still warm outside so the jackets were a silly idea, you unlock the door with your key, stepping inside and sighing as you feel the cool air conditioning hit your skin.

You slip off your shoes by the front door, picking them up and carrying them as you walk back up the stairs, yawning a bit. You know it’s late, so you try to be quiet when you finally walk into your room. You’re taking off that top and skirt, fingers touching the knobs of your dresser so you can find some comfy clothes to sleep in. Mom has everything you’ve ever owned in here still, so you have to sift through the old clothes.

Suddenly, you hear a rustle behind you, making you jerk and eye the mirror, nearly fucking screaming as you see something turning under your goddamn blankets.

“What the fuck!?” You walk over there now, seeing the tints of pink hair in the dark, as none other than Sukuna is in your goddamn bed.

You shove at the big lug of a fucking man, only for him to stop snoring and peek at you with eyes almost black, you tense as they hit you, as you realize you’re just in a bra and panties now. They drift down your body, when he leans up, yawning now, his look making you feel even wetter, even more needy than earlier.

“Are you pranking me? Get up…” Your voice is quiet, as he yawns, gripping your wrist then, tugging you until you almost straddle him over those sheets. You gasp at it, at how his hand brushes across your shoulder.

“Let him mark your perfect fucking skin?” He demands in a scratchy, husky voice, shocking you so much you blink, leaning back. You’re far too close to his hard length you feel under those sheets, against your inner thigh.

“Are you having some weird dream? Sukuna, it’s me…” You say your name, but he hears nothing with the blood rushing in his own ears, as he eyes that damn mark Toji left on your pretty shoulder. His thumb brushes it, while he pictures leaving marks everywhere. “Sukuna?”

He tugs you closer, until you’re sprawled over him, and he’s too fucking tired to stop it, to stop how badly he wants you - the girl he shouldn’t but can’t fucking help but want over anyone. You have no clue, he sees it in your shocked gaze, when he eyes your other shoulder, pristine and free from any marks.

“Did you like it, brat?” He asks softly, you don’t know what to say at that moment, you just look at him, at his lidded eyes and parted lips.

What do you say to that?

“Would you be mad if I did? I’m a grown up, y’know that?” He scoffs then, huge hand slipping up your bare spine, watching as your eyes flutter shut. “Sukuna…”

“Can’t answer, brat?”

“What’re you even doing in here?” You tug back a bit, but he just drags you back down, and soon you find yourself completely straddling him - Sukuna, your enemy, your… what is he exactly?

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[kenyukisser]

Cruel Summer - G.S.

Synopsis. The five times Gojo Satoru would rather díe than marry you, his (infuriatingly pretty, oh-so-irresistible) arranged fiancée - and the one time he comes back from déath to.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, arranged marriage AU, enemies-to-Iovers, 5 + 1 things, PINING, Geto and Shoko cameos, matíng press, big D, tummy buIges, GOJO’S POWERS, creampíes, maIe squírting, oraI (fem rec.), face-sítting, he’s FÉRAL, fíngering, chokíng, spítting, p talking, down bad Gojo, slight exhíbitíonism, making him PÚSSYDRÚNK, those Gege sketches, slight spoiIers, HAPPY ENDING, swéaring, pet names.

Word count. 11.5k

A/N. Oh y’all don’t know how those Gege drawings had me, I just had to…

“I’m never marrying you.”

“I’d rather marry a special grade curse than you.”

“Huh- I’m much hotter than a fuc-”

SLAM!

That sharp, pointed noise of a ceramic teacup hitting the winding table you were seated at had almost become ritual at this point. The first few jabs of an argument escaping the mouths of both you and the other heir being a signal for at least one of the grim elders to interrupt before either of you could ruin a four-hundred-year-old contract.

And with a stubborn huff, you’re leaning back into your seat on the tatami mat to appraise the boy opposite you.

Everything from his cropped, snowy bangs to the way his summer-blue eyes blazed into you. Honestly, if you closed your ears every time he spoke, he could almost be- nope, he was sticking his tongue out at you now.

The ever-mature Gojo Satoru; new head of the ancient Gojo clan, freshly-enrolled student at Tokyo Jujutsu High. 

And your soon-to-be husband.

All cooped up in this traditional meeting room, one where generations of matches had been made and very rarely broken.

A coming-of-age ceremony, where the two of you had officially been declared leaders - and an engagement.

Your engagement. 

It was a business transaction of sorts. One that didn’t require any input from either marrying parties, according to the council of elders who sat upon either side of the table and stroked their beards in smug success. 

You’d heard that several clans had physically fought over this chance, before the Gojo clan ultimately chose you. And you knew why - you were one of the very few that had something to lose. 

The chance to attend Tokyo Jujutsu High. 

In short, play sorcerer all you want for three years, and in return they’d be free to enforce an old betrothal alliance between your two clans and demand a powerful new heir to jujutsu society - a win-win.

Though- looking at your reluctant fiancé, still donned in his dark silk robes from his ceremony, you wonder if you really should have just run away as your friends from Kyoto had urged you to. 

And one look at Gojo’s scrunched-up face told you he might just be thinking the same thing. Delicate features marred. Pouty lips nothing of the whispered legends you’d heard of the young prodigy—a monster. A blessing. The strongest.

He sounded very much his age as he echoes, “I’m never marrying you.”

You open your mouth- “And I-”

“-will be part of young Satoru’s high school journey!” Your father puts a hand on your shoulder, lightly squeezing. Becoming part of the Gojo clan was just as big of an opportunity for him as it was for you. Apparently. “We’re sure the young couple will get over their pre-wedding jitters by the time they’re back from graduation to continue their duties- right?”

A tap on your figure, that was your cue to answer.

Instead, you just turn your face towards Gojo, look him serenely in the eyes, the sweetest practiced smile on your face- and flip him off. Pre-wedding jitters your ass. 

The gasps that cloud the stuffy summer meeting chamber atmosphere were almost comical. As if you’d just sprung out of your seat and made an attempt on the poor, sheltered heir’s life. Out of the corner of your vision, you think you see one member of the council clutch his heart and faint-

“Pffft–!” That slight snigger rips through the air in sheer contrast, and every pair of eyes in the room peaks curiously over at the way Gojo muffles a slight chuckle. 

Your eyes widen, you think you liked him better like this.

Almost as if he’d just sensed your thoughts, he’s schooling his face into one of a steady lack of emotion, lightly clearing his throat.

Though, you catch the pointed tips of his ears scorching cherry-red.

“Where is the ring, boy.” Gojo’s father was a stern man, and his commanding voice was just as cut-throat. Seated right beside his son in a mirror image of you and your own father, he didn’t have to be loud to make Gojo’s spine stiffen almost unnoticeably still.

Ramrod-straight, silent- the younger version of the former head stuffs one hand between the fabrics of his yukata. 

And you weren’t sure what sort of ring might be bestowed on you by the famed Gojo clan - you didn’t allow yourself to imagine it. Perhaps a clean silver to match their emblem? Perhaps studded with sapphires for their new head’s irises?

Whatever it may have been, you don’t get to find out.

Because in that moment, Gojo Satoru flashes you with the obnoxious plastic pink of a ring pop. The very same kind you’d sneak out of your estate to buy from that little corner shop down the road, fifty yen maximum. 

“Satoru.”

Make that twenty yen.

“What?” His voice almost lilts into a whine as he responds to his father - trying oh-so-hard to pretend nothing was wrong, and this was totally the silver heirloom engagement ring of his family. Just…smelling slightly of artificial strawberry.

Gojo senior pinches his nosebridge, “I swear to- if you are not serious about that damn- school-”

“It’s alright!” Your fiancé seems just as bewildered at your interruption as you are, and you narrow your eyes enough to tell him that if he messed up your chances at going to Jujutsu High then his blood would be on your hands. Strongest or not. Reaching out your left arm, “I don’t mind, truly.”

And while the rest of the chamber murmurs, Gojo leans over the table to slip his mocking engagement ring onto your finger. To be married. To be his.

Holding your hand in his larger, slightly roughened ones, “I’d rather die than marry you.” He’s crouching to whisper in a heated pant, each syllable sticking to your skin. Only mostly meaning it.

And you whisper back into his furiously pink ear—“And I’d rather marry a special grade curse.”

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Gojo Satoru met you in the summer, like one of those heat-induced fever dreams.

Okay, perhaps that wasn’t the best comparison- but in his defense, penning flowery literature was never his best subject after he nearly caused a clan rift by comparing Zenin Jinichi to a bullfrog. 

It was a compliment, really!

But you were a whirlwind, one that left his world tilted and his skin sizzling with heat in the aftermath- in a bad way, of course! You were a bad fever dream - a pretty one, sure, dressed in your most decadent cerulean robes and a withering glare - but still one of those you think back to even months later. 

Even nearly a year later when he’s sixteen and had insisted on walking up the ancient stone steps of Tokyo Jujutsu High without his entourage of attendants and elders.

“Hello hello—” Gojo’s running his pale fingers through even paler, short hair to free it of pinkish cherry blossom petals. Looming around the naturally green gardens of campus, “Where is- oh!”

Just as soon as he was about to tug his opaque, round sunglasses off to inspect whether it would impress his fellow students- that lady working at the store said so, so it must be, he bought twenty-five! Gojo spots a figure leaned against one of the ancient oaks by the dorms. 

That velvety blue of the dress code was one that he could recognize anywhere after so many years of yearning for it. 

And before he can stop himself, he’s sprinting towards the dark blob as fast as his lanky legs could take him. Calling out, “Yoohooo–! Your one and only favorite classmate is here~”

“Ieri–!”

“Wait-”

“You-”

So caught up in both your excitements to meet your new classmate - one of Utahime’s friends who happened to be your age - you two didn’t notice the one, single thing that you two couldn’t deny. Right by your side.

Your betrothed.

You snarl, stopping short. “What are you doing here-” And he does, too, hands haughtily planted on either side of his slender hips as he leans in close.

Snapping at you, the brief glimpse of his electric blue eyes sends goosebumps down your body. “I could ask the same from you. Couldn’t resist my charms so you had to follow me, hm~?”

“I’m here to learn, obviously. Why are you here- to get exorcised?”

“Take that back! I’m here to learn, too.”

You knew that it was part of your betrothal contract that the two of you would attend Tokyo Jujutsu High, you knew that the two of you would end up seeing each other one way or the other. And you already knew your clan stowed that stupid pink ring away deeply at the bottom of your suitcase (where you’d hopefully never have to see it ever again).

But you still raise a brow at the flashy designer stamping on his shades. “…Really?”

And Gojo could’ve taken disgust- hell, he would have even welcomed anger. 

But that genuine, wondering confusion in your tone as you swept your eyes up n’ down his defensive stature made him flush- “H-how dare you- duel me. Right here, right now.”

“Haaah? You would duel your future wife?”

“Scared?”

“No, just wondering why you didn’t ask sooner.”

Scoffing, both of you dart your heads in unison to the girl with the shortly-cut hair that was following your argument like the fiercest of tennis matches. Immediately turning ashen-faced at your attention, and damn near devastated when Gojo happily keens. “Bob girl! Can you keep score of-”

“No.” She deadpans. 

Frankly, you wondered just how she managed to sound as if she’s seen every horror there was to see in the world already. Possibly because she already had, right there, but Shoko doesn’t spend her time answering your unspoken question.

Too busy digging in her jacket pocket for-

“Cigarettes!” Gojo squeals, never having seen someone his age take a puffed-out drag of one so close-up before. The clan always detested anything that would ‘stain the purities of the body’- and right now, Ieri Shoko looked like she couldn’t handle sitting there one more second longer if she didn’t have one. 

He points a lengthy finger your way, accusatory. “I blame you for this- somehow- you must have corrupted her with your ways and made her feel all strange like you did me.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah? I blame you for our marriage-”

And he’s uttering for the second time, “Oh yeah? Well, I’m never marrying-” 

But just as Gojo was about to whirl on his feet and flick out a few cursed tendrils of energy like he’d taught himself. He was thinking of calling this one ‘Blue’ after that shade of your robes the first time you met, and the way you were about to be it’s first-

A deep voice cuts off his train of traitorous thoughts- “Yeah- mhm, I’ve gotta go. My new classmates are here.” 

A new-comer. 

And the black-haired boy looks as if he’d no sooner flip his cellphone closed to end his ongoing call and pretend he never walked out of the dorms than join whatever mess he’d just walked in on. 

Amethyst eyes slowly swivelling underneath his tied-back bangs to look at a fuming Gojo…to an equally-matched you…to Shoko, already chain-smoking her fifth cigarette away by now.

“Actually…could you stay on the line for a bit longer, momma.”

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“It’s legal if it’s personal property, isn’t it?”

You groan, “It’s not your personal-”

He quickly taps the polished handle- “Now it is.”

“That’s…” You’re squinting your eyes, as if it will somewhat blur and spare you the sight of Gojo Satoru attempting to steal that shiny red moped parked at the outer edge of campus. If anything happened, you didn’t want to go through the hassle of getting called in as a witness, at least.

Shoko puts you out of your misery as the one voice of reason, “Yeah, that’s a lie.”

Geto cups a hand over his gaze to fight off the breaking rays of sunset, voice amused. “Well, I don’t see any cameras here.”

“Perfect—!” Gojo sings, clapping his hands together as he stares over his ridiculously gaudy glasses. It was nearing the end of first year, early December wind your fifth uninvited guest as the four of you chose to stay over in the dorms for your first high school holidays. “The key’s still here so we can sneak out, buy me the best birthday cake in Tokyo- no, in all of Japan, and sneak back in right before grump ol’ Yaga-”

“Sneak off from who-”

And, there, was aforementioned grumpy ol’ Yaga. 

Running at full speed toward your deviant little group from the top of Jujutsu High’s stairway. Which, considering the tough, rocky path, wasn’t too fast at all- but the four of you just bolt.

Faster than you’ve seen anyone move during any cursed mission, if you’re being quite honest. 

Shoko running, phone in hand with a suspiciously blinking camera light that meant she was recording the entire ordeal. Geto urgently twisting his fingers into what you’d learned was his summoning technique - he’d meant to call his Rainbow Dragon for a rapid escape, but ended up manifesting the massive, sleek form of his Giant Catfish who scooped him up into the murky depths of its mouth and slithered away.

And Gojo? 

Oh, Gojo was letting out the most impressive high pitched squeal before he’s slamming something hard, and helmet-shaped on top of your head. 

“Wh- hey!” Before you can even register it, two massive hands are grabbing onto your waist to sit you down on the cushioned back of the moped. Backwards. “Wrong way-”

“I don’t know how to drive!”

Your feet hitting the side, your back hitting Gojo’s larger one, it takes only a singular split-second for him to jam that lil’ key and speed off down the stony path of the campus. With Professor Yaga yelling from behind and you yelping, “Gojo I’m gonna kill you-”

“My bad, I meant to grab Yaga.” He’s grumbling at you from the front, the roll of his eyes practically carrying on the whipping wind. 

“Yaga would’ve known how to seat a kidnapee-”

“You want to touch me?”

“…No”

“Scared?”

Your wide eyes watch the disorienting way the lush nature of the Jujutsu High passes by, as if you were stuck in a kaleidoscope. “No.”

He only hums, finally getting used to controlling the vehicle enough that he was mostly sure he wouldn’t crash into every upcoming tree. “Prove it~”

Wordlessly, Gojo slows down enough that you won’t be part of his definitely-opportune traffic accident as you shift your body ‘round. The faux leather cover creaking! once you rover your palms onto his shoulders for balance- “There.”

“Ever seen anyone hold onto the driver like this? Ya prude-”

“Fine-” You’re cutting him off- cutting yourself off by clinging your hands in a neat knot around Gojo’s firm core. And through the flashing shard of the side-view mirrors, you catch the way his ears burn. “You better not get an erection.”

Okay, only partly sure he wouldn’t crash into an oncoming tree.

The deep timbre of his voice cracks- “H-hey!” You knew how to push his buttons just so. “Gods- why’d it have to be you?”

“And why’d it have to be you.”

The part he doesn’t say out loud is that it would’ve been stranger if it was anyone else. 

Not that you needed to hear it- of course not, you were still his infuriating, bold- stubborn fiancée who was forced onto him, after all.

Yet, to Gojo who’s held close by you, and to you who was clinging onto him for dear life as the haven of Jujutsu High melts into the bustling city, he doesn’t think he’s had a more peaceful birthday.

It takes fifteen minutes for the two of you to ride to that cozy convenience store on the outskirts of Tokyo, and what felt like hours (but in reality was five minutes) to give up on convincing the elderly clerk that you both were totally not a couple out for an after-school joyride.

And then - as if the universe was directing its very own prank at your expense - only three for Gojo to grow impatient and throw a tantrum swerving the moped to and fro until you finally tore open that packet of sparklers bought as birthday celebrations.

Honestly, what else did you expect from a man who organized his own surprise birthday party?

“Cake? Check. These things? Check. Happy birthday to me~” He’s tipping the starlit firework upside down to draw bands of gold in the darkening air. “Must be in the top seventeen birthdays I’ve ever had-”

You scoff, your breath emitted as a small cloud. “You’ve only had seventeen.”

“It just dropped down to eighteenth thanks to you-” And you swear you see the strongest outline a dick in the air with his sparkler, you swear he purposefully made it bigger than the one you’d drawn. “And nineteenth if we get arrested for the moped.”

In response, you draw the biggest dick. One with his face. 

You were parked on the side of a lazy road, only the occasional car and Gojo’s wonderment breaking the tense silence - perhaps the most civil one you’ve had in years.

It was odd being out with Gojo Satoru. No sniping over your betrothal, and if he tried hard enough- he could pretend that there was none. That there might be. But for now, the two of you were just two classmates sneaking out to ransack your local stores, “If we do get arrested, I’m blaming you.”

He nods, dramatically. Bumping his broad deltoid against yours, “As husband, that would be my duty.”

“So…” You’re blinking, your own sparkler’s ashy ends drooping onto the ground. There was no doubt on your mind that Geto would not have mercy on the two of you for finishing about half of these sticks. But you had something else on your mind right now, “You’re saying you don’t mind-”

“Wait. wait, no, that’s not what I meant. O-of course I mind!” And Gojo doesn’t give you the time to call out the way his breath gasps- the way his voice shakes, the way he’s flushing. Furious, “Never- in my right mind- would I marry you.”

A ring of gold from the dying sunlight wraps around your irises and irritates him so much when you finally look away to rustle your hand inside the numerous shopping bags.

Airily musing, “Then, I guess as my not-ever-husband you wouldn’t want your not-ever-wife to gift you this-”

“I take it back, I’m marrying you.”

If the elders of your clan knew that all it took for Gojo Satoru to accept the betrothal would be a packet of extra, extra-caramelized popcorn then they would have had the two of you married off by yesterday.

“Make no mistake, this was meant for me.” It wasn’t. You did eye this particular brand too long before swiping it off the shelf and paying when he wasn’t looking. You did think of nothing but the plastic ring burning a hole deeply inside your skirt pocket. And the way he’d whined and thrown himself on the floor of the nearby theatre on your last outing to the city, when Geto refused to buy him caramel popcorn.

So you’d bought it- to shut him up and spare your poor throbbing temples, if anything. Of course. 

But you can’t help the words that tumble out of your mouth at the glowing expression gracing his features. “But- here- happy…birthday. I’m not getting you anything for the next ten years.”

He’s silent.

Pondering.

And he can’t think of anything more flat than a little ‘thank you.’

The red, red metallic bag with enough sugar content to put anyone but Gojo Satoru into a coma sits carefully where you’d plopped it into his arms. And he looks at it with the sort of twinkle in his eyes that you’d never seen before. “Well…If I brought Yaga instead of you, he wouldn’t have bought me this.”

“I take it back-”

“Thank you.” Almost as if realizing those awful, treacherous two words himself, he backtracks with a sputter. Strange, he should bug Shoko into doing some sort of heart check-up on him soon. “W-we’re married for as long as I eat these. And after that? Divorce, sweetheart.”

Pretending to wipe your forehead in relief, “Thank goodness-”

“Oi-”

“What-”

And with your grumblings and partially-filled bags in tow, he’s fastening the singular helmet on you - so fast that you think he might’ve just taken advantage of his powers to do so. 

Just to watch you strangle out in what was definite annoyance as he pets the plastic top as if you were a child. Smack, smack! 

“I’d be a good husband- not that you’d ever know.” Gojo sticks his tongue out at you, vrrrrr—ing the moped engine so that your snarky reply gets drowned out. “And next time I am bringing Yaga instead.”

He takes back those words soon enough when Yaga catches the two of you right at the gates of Jujutsu High. Trying to race back away on his brand-new moped. 

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“So- you see” Long, white lashes flutter rapidly, “Take pity on your poor, sheltered student. The Gojo elders really didn’t teach me-”

“I should’ve set the mission sooner so that I could be rid of-”

Geto pipes up above Professor Yaga’s booming lecture, a hand raised in every ounce of solemn discipline that his best friend didn’t show. Another mission. Constant. “In my defense, it was his idea.”

Valentine’s day. Also the early first day of second year; and it only brought about more missions, a couple more students as first-years, and a slightly-longer haired thorn at your side betrothed. And, apparently, this - three annoying, grating voices muffling through the gaps of your dorm’s front door. 

“I call shots on not answering to that.” Utahime pipes up where she was sprawled out on your bed and knitting her brows at your interrupted girl time. It’s not often that she gets time off from Kyoto to bother her only friends in Tokyo.

Snickering at Shoko’s absent-minded ‘ditto’ and Haibara’s- why was he even here, anyway - “I could! But maybe you should do it, he is your fiancé!”

Utahime cackles, face twisting from mirth to disgust when she inspects that plastic ring from where she’d dug it up from your drawer. “On Valentine’s day, too- oh I would rather die if I were you.”

It takes you a few moments to realize that all three occupants of your bedroom were staring at you for an answer. Pointing at yourself, “M-me?” Facing Haibara, “And why do you know that- you’ve been here for a day.”

He smiles, dazzling. “Ah, Gojo-senpai was telling us- it was why Nanami was trying to call home and leave.”

“Oooo, you heard the man.” Shoko presses a few buttons on her phone, and you hear the suspicious beep–! of the camera starting. Only incriminating herself further when she’s raising it upwards and flapping her hands forwards to urge you to open the door.

You groan, “Next time, we are not having girl’s night in my roo- wait.” And it had never caused you any trouble to leave and enter your dorm, it had never taken you more than a gentle push to open your door. So why was it that it just refused to open right now- “What the-”

It’s as if the door was locked from the outside somehow. 

Shoko leans in further with her recording camera as you prod, as you turn your shoulder to hit the wooden pane and shove- 

“Why- isn’t this-” You’re hissing through grit teeth, feet planting firmly on the surface and cracking open the bedroom door inch by inch. Gasping, “-open-ing–!”

And the sight before you was one you’d remembered for years.

Not just because smack-dab front n’ center to your vision was a pathetically kneeling Gojo Satoru, cowering in front of your looming teacher- but because of what was actually blocking your entryway. 

It wasn’t some lock on the outside as you’d suspected, it wasn’t a large desk or anything of the sort. It was a massive, heaping pile of buttons. 

Gold with bits of purple. So many that it was almost as tall as your door.

“What. The. Hell.” Your deadpan voice cuts Gojo off in the midst of some complaint to Yaga about ‘why is it named the Vessel Mission anyway, that’s stupid.’ And three sets of eyes snap to you as they finally register your entrance. 

“Ah…” Geto’s the first one to break the silence of your impromptu staring match, even though Gojo was pointedly staring away. Eyes twitching the longer his best friend stared at the mountain of buttons on your doorstep, he looked exhausted. “Satoru, care to explain?”

He’s gulping, “You see, this all has a very reasonable explanation and a very reasonable line of thinking-” 

“It’s all Satoru’s fault-”

“What-”

“Of course, it is.” Yaga rubs his aching temples, as he often seemed to do whenever he was around his group of second-years for just a minute too long. The older man turns to you with a weary, tired expression - and you make note of his dark circles, “This is the fifth pile of second buttons I cleaned from your door today- this hour.”

Ah, that explained it.

And it feels like your brain had just short-circuited, “Oh…wait- second buttons-?” Nevermind how he’d come across so many. Bought, most likely.

“I told you the elders taught me nothing-” Gojo squawks, scrambling onto his feet. He’s flailing his hands about, it was not his fault he didn’t know that second button meant…a confession. Or the fact that Geto hadn’t bothered to tell him and only watched with an easy smile as he made a fool of himself. “It was a prank- a prank! And his idea- he helped! I was going to block your door with buttons-”

“-second buttons.”

“-and make you all huffy and puffy that way you get-”

“-on Valentine’s day.” You’re finishing off, arms crossed. Carefully scrutinizing up at him- he hadn’t come across a growth spurt since last semester, he’d rammed into one at full speed. You shudder, in disgust, surely. “Did the elder’s hypnotize you or is there something you’re not telling me…”

And he hates it.

He hates how you look right through him in a way that induces some sort of heart condition in him- and Gojo would know, he’s visited every doctor in Tokyo just because of it. They all laughed. 

One even wrote up his letter of resignation.

Sputtering, ears pink in anger- and Gojo was glad that his pale hair had grown out just enough to cover it. Strangely. “Y-you wish, ex-wife.”

You’re swatting the back of his soft locks, and Geto doesn’t note how Gojo seemed to have put down limitless so you could swat him.

“Dickhead.”

“Delinquent.”

“Blind mouse-”

Gasping, he clutches onto the frame of his shades. “Oh, now I really don’t wanna marry you-”

Yaga’s had enough. 

“Enough!” 

One of the veins near the side of his forehead nearly pops, and you step back with a wince at the oncoming scream- Gojo shuffling behind as if he was bravely offering you up for sacrifice. 

“Enough- enough with the- the confessions-” Yaga spears a finger straight at Gojo’s directions and speaks over his protests. “-and the flirting! Flirt after the mission-” Then at you, and you could hear your friends cackling from either side. “Detention for everyone!”

Dammit- another line on your divorce document. 

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You didn’t get to ‘flirt’ after that Star Plasma mission - not that you would, but still.

In fact, you didn’t get to do all that much after tasting death so close to your little haven at Tokyo Jujutsu High. 

And life goes on, sometimes leaving those behind.

And other times honing others who choose to stay and snap-

“It’s Suguru.”

“I know.”

The defection of Geto Suguru. The murder of his parents. His mother.

Your voice was more empty than he’d ever heard it- and he wanted you to scream at him, he wanted you to sob. Anything and everything other than the trained, stable tone that clashed against everything he was feeling right now.

But you only stare out into the yolky yellow tint beaming over the sprawling grounds. Sat on the flat, stone staircase of campus with your knees hugged to your chest- and he was close enough on the steps to hear your low mutter. “I’ll be leaving, too.”

Gojo’s head snaps to you- “What?”

“It’s my clan.” You’re swallowing, refusing to look at him directly. And that in and of itself almost hurt as much as when you did- and, for perhaps the first time, he’d rather have his heart race in those strange little palpitations. Right now, it was just heavy. “And yours. They don’t think it’s safe for a ‘future Gojo bride’ to be so close to danger.”

“Then we won’t marry.” He’s declaring, snowy brows set stubbornly.

“I know.” You lilt your head back to watch the sluggishly swimming clouds above, likely the last time you will from here. The council will be here tomorrow, and with them, your departure. You had that silly pink ring on your little finger, he notices. “I’m leaving.”

“I already said we won’t-”

“No, dickhead. I’m leaving.”

Widened, quivering blue peripherals lock onto you- and Gojo’s rosy lips part into a soft oh! 

He knew what you meant- hell, when he first wanted to enroll in this damn school, he’d threatened to leave the clan over and over until they’d finally relented. And suddenly he’s hit with the loss of his little group - no more missions, no more convenience store runs, no more you.

You were to graduate in a year, with only half the students left in both your grade and the one below. Nanami wasn’t even going to become a sorcerer anymore, not after Haibara. 

And he knew - he just felt - that you won’t be there for it. That you might never be. 

How he wished to run, too.

“Utahime’s friends with that one special grade sorcerer- Yuki Tsukumo. I’m leaving with her today to continue training my own way.” You’re continuing, hands flexing in your lap. “And leaving the clan. Officially.”

Huffing, “What? Gonna leave your poor husband at the altar—?”

“Like I’ve always wanted to.”

“Without even a kiss for the bride?” And he doesn’t know why he says it. Even more, he doesn’t know why he holds the line of your gaze and can’t bear to look away, even as his heart starts up that familiarly strange ba-dump–! rattling his chest. 

The tips of his ears tinging the very same blood-red as the sun now, Gojo thinks he can hear his eardrums whistling once you lean in. Once you close your eyes. And once you press your lips to his plush, soft ones for a mere single second. 

“There-” You’re murmuring, trying to sound stern even though the waver in your voice gives you away. “Now you’ve been deflowered and can’t complain. You’re an absolute curse, you know that?”

And, suddenly, he gets it.

Oh, so that was why all those cardiologists he visited laughed at him for about a year straight. 

He gets it.

Chuckling bitterly, of course. Of course, he has to understand now. Of course, he loses every shred of sun just as soon as he closes his hands- because for what reason should a weapon crave normalcy? Crave sealed fate? For what right should he demand that you stay here to bind you to him? 

His mouth quivers, head turning so that you won’t see the wet glitter of his eyes in the dying daybreak. “So now I’m a special grade and a curse? Does that make me the special grade curse you want to marry?”

Your flip phone buzzes, and he already knows it’s time. Standing up, “You had the curse part down pat even before you were a special grade. Probably why your bride’s running off, Satoru.”

It was the fifth and last time that Gojo Satoru would be declaring that stupid sentiment. Smile only half-true. It was a cruel summer.

But he always was good at waiting.

Gojo tugs on that cold second button of his uniform, calling out in place of a goodbye. “Good thing we won’t be getting married, sweetheart~”

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Itadori Yuji has spied on his teacher’s phone before.

He didn’t mean to–he swears it! And was it even that much of an invasion of privacy if he simply glanced over at the glaring lockscreen wallpaper? Surely, it wouldn’t have been as bad as if he had peered over Gojo’s shoulder when he actually unlocked his phone…

…Okay maybe he had seen a snapshot of the older man’s home screen as well, but like he said- it was an accident. Flickering his curious eyes over as he opened up his catalogue of movies during their training together. 

But what wasn’t an accident was just how vividly he remembered each wallpaper. 

On his lockscreen; taken from the inside of what looked like one of Tokyo Jujutsu High’s dorms, with a massive pile of toppling buttons in the center and a much younger Gojo Satoru (and someone who looked faintly like Kenjaku?) kneeled on the floor. Clearly being punished.

Yet, what was most interesting was the scowling, arms-crossed figure of another student he was staring up at. Unable to tear his eyes away, even through his shades.

It was you.

That familiar face also featured in Gojo’s home screen - a more blurry photo, this time, as if it was still in motion. Of his teacher in the process of scrambling onto a shiny red moped, keys turning, with you stowed away in the backseat - yelling and sat backwards. 

And Itadori tried not to think much of it, but he saw you in the small framed photograph that Principal Yaga pretended not to have on his desk, yet, polished every day. 

He saw you in the postcards that Professor Shoko pinned up on the packed bulletin board of her infirmary, amongst diagrams of dissections and slaughter. He saw you in the brief, blurry facetime that the other teacher, Utahime, from Kyoto was on during parts of the exchange event.

And he saw you at the foot of Gojo Satoru’s bed, after he’d won.

Older, more mature now - but inevitably you.

Itadori could tell, even in the forlorn way you were slumped over the side of the mattress in Shoko’s clinic, body half-seated on a chair like you’d been there all night. 

“You…” He’s breathing, making you stir against his will. 

You blinky your teary eyes up in groggy confusion, fingers instinctively tightening on the large, callused fingerpads of Gojo’s digits. “Huh? Oh, you must be Yuji. And Megumi, and Nobara.”

Itadori was just about to open his mouth and answer that no, he was actually just Yuji- when a disgruntled voice behind him makes him realize he isn’t alone. “We apologize for the trouble, we can come back later if you-”

“Oh, no no.” You wave Fushiguro’s words off as the three enter - well, as Fushiguro enters and Kugisaki shoves Itadori inside. “I’m sure he’d want everyone here when he wakes.”

Gojo had won in Shinjuku, but Satoru was still sleeping.

Famed eyes closed. Bundled in the arms of bandages and reverse cursed energy ‘round his toned middle, he was breathing in slow unison with the beep! of the nearby heart monitor. Alive. 

You really did have Shoko to thank later.

And Itadori knew that as a student he should be more invested in how his unconscious teacher was doing, but he just couldn’t help but keep sneaking glances over and over. Wondering just who you really were-

“So, is the wedding going to be anytime soon?”

Fushiguro speaks, and the rest of the trio gapes. How dare he ask something like that from a sorcerer so lovely. And wait- why were you chuckling? “Oh right-” Nodding down at Gojo’s large form, of course, he told his honorary son everything. “I am his fiancée.”

“His what-”

“How much did he pay you-”

“Kugisaki, don’t be rude-”

Fushiguro nods, “No, she’s right.”

“Unfortunately, only this.” You’re scrunching your nose as you answer Kugisaki’s question- pulling out a tiny chain from underneath your uniform with an aged, faded pink plastic ring pop.

And she responds like she’d been personally wronged, dragging her hands carefully down her eye-patched face. “Ohhh- I knew it- not only is he a deadbeat teacher, he’s a deadbeat husband, too.”

“To be fair I did leave him. Of sorts.” You wave a hand airily, already having heard from Ijichi about the fate of the higher-ups. The clans. Over the younger girl’s ‘understandable!’ “I just landed in Tokyo today, I wish I could’ve come sooner but- ah, well.”

“B-but…” Everyone looks at Itadori as he stammers out, cheeks burning a slight rouge once your hand drifts over Gojo’s exposed core. Whispering in one breath, “How did he get a wife so pretty…”

“Hey- that’s my wife you’re talking about.”

You could recognize that smug, simpering tone anywhere. You’d be able to pick it out from a crowd of thousands. 

Laughing- as he’s tackled into a hug by an overeager Itadori, and the falsely reluctant rest.

It was quite strange to see Gojo Satoru like this - not just laid barren and sprawled over some hospital bed, but without any of his usual blindfolds and sunglasses. Just like when you’d met. And he always was so honest with his eyes.

And he was back.

And you were back - after ten years.

Which is why Itadori and Kugisaki have to fight the urge to look away at the expression settling over Gojo’s serene face. Wondering how you - his fiancée, of all things - would react. Winning against the King of Curses was quite the accomplishment, even for the strongest.

Would you cry? Would you throw your hands over him as they just did? Should they actually get up and leave the room-

“You- you complete idiot.” Gojo half-wonders whether your strength could rival Sukuna himself once you strike down a punch to his scarred shoulder. Yelling, glaring- crushing him into a hug. 

Your voice is suspiciously thick once you’re gurgling out into the pale crook of his neck, “I thought you said you’d rather die than marry me.”

And they don’t know what they’re more surprised about- the way that Gojo had the audacity to say those words to you, or the way that Gojo had the audacity to listen to those very words and laugh. Head thrown back, “Sweetheart, I’d come back from death just to marry you.”

Pulling away, you take the longest look at your betrothed that you think you ever have.

Everything from his longer, still-snowy hair, tickling the tips of sparkling sapphire eyes. Slightly slicked back to reveal shyly red-dusted ears, and a cute lil’ dimple at the edge of his boyish grin.

He was still the same Gojo you’d left behind - even though he was taller, stronger. So much bigger that you could feel the flex of his deltoids underneath your palms, and the ripple of his beefy forearms looped around your waist.

He was still Gojo. Always beautiful. 

SLAM!

“O-oh.” You’re jolting at the sudden closing of the clinic door, clearly his students had left the two of you to some privacy, and you’re almost embarrassed. “We’re an awful example.”

“When have we ever been a good example?”

“Well, I could say that about you-”

He only tugs you closer, breathing out as if the first breath he’d taken in a while since Shinjuku. Since you’d been gone. “I missed my wife.” And the two of you knew you should alert Shoko by now, but you only stay still- with you nearly in his bed by now. 

For what felt like hours. Years. 

“Yeah? Well, I- I missed you, too. I thought I lost you.” You wince, “I’m sorry for departing so suddenly.”

It was sincere - but the feeling of Gojo’s smirk pressing up against the side of your thumping pulse almost makes you reconsider it. “I know how you can make it up to me, wifey~”

Scoffing, he was really ramming up the ‘marriage’ part of your relationship by now. “Nothing with buttons or mopeds or-”

“No no-” Lurching back slightly, the plush, puckered fringes of his lips lean in oh-so-closely. Until you could practically taste the saccharine sugar of his heated breath, “You know, I never got to kiss the bride.”

Oh.

Oh.

Then he’s kissing you- and you’re kissing him. And it’s all that you’ve ever wanted with the sharp, pointed ends of Gojo’s canines digging into your bottom lip to drag you back.

Drinking you in like a man parched- he’s finding life in your mouth. Slipping his tongue in past the spit-glossed crevice of your mouth and uttering a hot pant. “Please-” Manhandling you with his strong, scarred arms up to straddle him on the rickety mattress. “Please.”

And you’ve never heard the strongest beg like this.

Never heard him flutter his droopy lashes and look at you through starved, feral eyes. A translucent bubble of spittle sparkling by the end of his swollen lips, “P-please.”

Never heard him stutter. 

Clearly he’s reading something in your sultry eyes because Gojo’s hastily shuffling the two of you down the bedsprings. Head hitting the puff of his pillows, your ass hitting his sharp pelvis. 

Your fiancé holds you upright and rubs a clawing hand doooown the back of your spine, toying with the metallic zipper on your sorcerer’s uniform skirt. “Fuck that about hah- not marrying you.” He’s crooning out in a throaty tone, strands of white nearly covering his greedy gaze. “M’ready to consummate our marriage right here, right now.”

“B-but Satoru- you just woke up-” 

“So?” There’s something deep n’ dark in his tone that made shivers skitter up your spine. Attempting to clench your thighs together but all it does is make your outer pussy push against the smooth path of his white happy trail. “Your husband’s the strongest, sweetheart.”

And then you’re being roughened up- then your skirt’s bearing the brunt of being almost torn clean off your hips. 

Gojo barely even registered his power, not giving two shits if it meant that he got to admire your pale blue panties up close and personal. A firm hand groping your right cheeks help push your clothed pussy up until your slit strikes the edge of his chin, thighs now straddling his pretty, pretty face.

Rosy lips purring over that darkening wet splotch between your legs, “Bon appétit.”

“Shut up and just- oh, fuck!”

He’s flopping the pinkish crown of his tongue out just enough to dab a lil’ dewdrop of spit between your swollen pussylips. And it’s just all that it takes for the first taste of your saccharine pussy to coat his tastebuds-

“O-oh!” He gasps, his hazed peripherals widen. You’re faintly registering the way that the shiny overhead lights of the private room flicker- 

Gojo grins as you gape, “Did you just…”

“Guess m’not in control anymore.” He’s snickering, stuffing himself nose-deep into your cunt. And there’s such a primal hunger in him, the way he’s not even caring for your poor, sodden panties before he’s hanging his jaw open and slide-slide-sliiiiding the edge of his mushy tongue up n’ down your folds. “Heh-” A light goes out somewhere down the corridor. “Whoops.

He’s whacking his jawline on the soft inner parts of your thighs and it still isn’t close enough. Tilting his head just so to slip his damp muscle between your ruined fabric.

“Shit- shit, your tongue is sooo big.” You find yourself keening, hips rocking back and forth at a mindless pace. And, truly, you now knew why Gojo talked so much because his tongue was so-very-lengthy, already circlin’ your sticky hole, “Like you better- hck! better like this.”

And the way he looks at you gets you even more drenched, haplessly watching as Gojo opens his throat wide enough to let the cloying droplets of your slick fall down to his maw.

“Oh yeaaaah–?” Gurgling already with the beads of sap that soak the lower half of his face, he’s starin’ you right into your fluttering eyes once he’s tugging your panties to snap! back on your heated core with an index. “Whaddaya gonna do about it?”

Before you can answer - before you can even think, the very tippy-top dome of his fingertip coils slimily down your naked slit. He feels you - so soft n’ warm - for the first time and pants. “Gonna ngh- argue with me from here to make up for it? Hmmm—?”

Almost as if on cue, your pert pussy is letting out the rawest lewd squeeelch at his touch. Bucking wildly, “Are you all talk or what ngh-”

“Looks like you’re all talk.” And you seriously were so wet that it was dripping down Gojo’s handsome chin, rovering a few more solid inches of his index to keep pryin’ your cunt apart with a wet plap!

Then a second inch- and a second finger.

His probing fingers are so big that the gummy channels of your walls have to mold to each size and measurement just to take him. “Look at ya- taking me in sooo well but ya don’t even- sit-” One of his hands claws on your left ass cheek to hold you down where you were hovering your weight, the other sinking in—

You’re squealing at the press of his thick, knobbled middle finger curving against one of your most tender spots. “What if I suffocate-”

“Then suffocate me.”

“You just came back to life.”

“I came back to life just to ngh- see this pretty pussy.” Gojo snarls up at you, tugging you down. Pulling you. Manhandling you. He just wanted to French kiss your pussy until he had that smart mouth of yours stupid. And those silly lil’ panties were a barrier- 

Within seconds, he has shreds of your underwear tattered and ripped between his pearly whites. 

Looking like a fucking animal once he’s finally sitting you down properly and stuffing himself so deep that you nearly see his pale, straight nosebridge disappear between your folds. 

Snaking his tongue to stuff and stuff where two of his fingers were pumping in n’ out in n’ out in n’ out. You were being dually stuffed open, the sting of him stretchin’ you out and swiping the gooey bottom of your core just delicious. 

“Don’t mind- haaaa-” Breaths ragged, movements sloppy. Gojo wastes no time in pursuing his delicate lips and spitting, “-dying now that I got ta see her. Now that I got to- hck- taste.” 

Hand shaking where he slides it along your thigh, breaths stuttered.

He’s feeling your slick waterfall down with every lap and slash of his tongue, bearing no mercy. Your thighs rendered all jittery and sleek with a sheen of syrup every time he flicked the tip of his tastebuds on top of your clit. 

“I’ve been so fucking thirsty- sooooo fucking thirsty.” Gojo whines, and you swear his baritone voice cracks. Hitches. Hips rutting up into the empty air, “You know how long I’ve wanted this- do you have any. Fucking. Idea?”

He sounds genuinely ruined, spitting back into your treacly pussy just to follow the wad dooown the seam of your pussy with his tongue. 

A third finger puckers ‘round the edge of your entrance, and you’re whining once Gojo lazily slugs the first pad inside and scrapes the roof of your cunt. “Please- since when- ngh- s-since…”

Giggling, higher-pitched than usual. “Oh, sweetheart- you don’t even wanna know.” You’re whimpering when he’s swatting down the velvety edge of his tongue on your sensitive nub three times before pulling away. Smack-smack-smack. “Spit in my mouth n’ I’ll tell you, h-heh.”

Breathless, “What did you just ask—?”

“Scared?”

And Gojo’s pale brows raise when you’re hunching forwards just enough to grab his clammy cheeks, streaming out a glittery streak of spittle straight into his ajar mouth. “Not if it gets you t-to- shut up-”

You spit in his mouth, and from the slightly-angled turn of your head you catch the way that his throbbing erection twitches. 

His fingers thwack so hard your very bones rattle, and Gojo drools the knot of slick straight back through your hole. Letting the jointed bumps of his digits stretch rub your pussy all red and raw from the inside. 

“That’s it that’s it.” He’s goading you on, scouring the searchlights of his digits inside of you for that one fragile target. And you’re feeling him poke his fingertips into the nooks n’ crannies near your g-spot, making you see stars. “I’ve wanted you to shut me up- use my ngh- face since I fucking knew what it was. Heh- if you’re not scared-”

“As if I’d be scared-”

“Prove it. Ride me.” 

“I am-”

“Not enough.” Within just a single blink of your glassy eyes, Gojo’s raising his non-dominant hand up with enough cursed energy that the neglected ol’ blindfold strewn on the edge of his bed flies into his grasp. 

Twisting his thick fingers over the silken fabric, circling it over your neck and immediately hauling you further down- “Ride me. Ride the st-strongest like you own it- h-haaaah- I’m your husband, aren’t I?”

With every word, with every second he’s thrashing four exact strikes of his fingertips scraping your poor g-spot. Slurring out a damp sluuurp every time your sheeny pussylips are gobbling him up. 

“Yes- hck! yes.”

Grumbling, sleazy grin just glued to the knobbly tip of your clit. “Yeah- yeah, then use me like I am.”

Kissing right back every time he’s surging his head up and mazing the flexible ends of his tongue muckily. It’s so wet n’ long that you’re damn near feeling the scrape of his tastebuds by your favorite spot, sloppily—“D-don’t think m’gonna last, Satoru.”

Gojo audibly, pornographically moans as you start carnally hastening your tempo. 

Cumming on his face- fuck, this was the wettest of his dreams all those long, lonely nights. In response he only latches his strawberry-pink lips against your cunt further, feeling every hot gush flood his throat. 

And you were so close that Gojo was drooling- pupils stirrin’ around the whites of your eyes with every circle of his thick tongue, throat cracking with whines every time he’s slushily spearing your pussy with his fingers. Over  n’ over. 

Rovering alllll around to prick your tenderest areas with- fuck, now four of his fingers.

Your husband spikes the edge of your g-spot, hard. Pulling you down with the corner of his blindfold just to dig his finger in deeper, “W-wanna cummm— ngh- please.”

“Call me husband.” He cockily smiles over the rim of your cunt where he was devouring you like a feast. “Call me- nghh- husband and I’ll let you cum.”

“Please-” Grabbing a fistful of his hair to shove him deeper and hopefully quieten his teasing. “-h-husband.”

Gojo groans like he’s the one cumming, “Ohhhh- again. Louder.”

“Husband-”

“Again.”

“Husband– Toru–!” Pouting stubbornly, “Unless you fucking can’t- oh, fuck.” 

Both you and the protesting bedsprings sing out in embarrassing synchronization once he’s shoving you into your high with a soft, sudden zap–! of one jujutsu-coated fingerpad across your g-spot. “Cumming- nghhh- m’cumming m’cumming–!”

And it feels so good you lose your vision to pure white, it feels so good that you can only throw your head back and ride him through each one of your peaks.

Milking the highs of your orgasm in repeated, filthy drags of your hips that knock the top of your glazed slit against his buttony nose. Whack! 

“O-ohhh—” Gojo throws his head back at the sheer, sensual motion. It just feels so good having you slickly rovering your pussy over his gaping maw, chasing the heat of his tongue slithering across your clit. Your sweet insides squeeze around his long fingers that Gojo thinks he could just cum right then n’ there.

And he almost does.

Almost- with almost inhuman reflex, he’s sneaking his free hand underneath the covers to plug up his leaking, red-hot orifice. Drivelling out a few creamy cobwebs of pre before he can plop his thumb over it. Close one. 

You ogle with a parted mouth as he grits his teeth hard enough that the plane of his neck throbs with a few veins, “Fuh-fuuuck–!”

And if you didn’t know any better, you’d have claimed that sounded like a whine.

A whimper.

But before you can call Gojo out on it, he’s sitting nearly ramrod straight against the cool metallic headboard. Starchy blankets - all drenched and coated at the hem with your trickling sap - all but thrown to the bottom of the bed. 

“Don’t worry- hah-” Suddenly, you feel something hot and moist gliiiiide between your puffy core. And it was so thickly curvy that your folds are being smeared apart as much as possible, “Made sure to save the big one for when m’inside, sweetheart.”

Mewling, “Big one?” Pathetically swaying your mouth open the moment he starts suckling on your tongue like some cute candy, “You sure about that?”

“See for yourself, my wife.”

You don’t know what to gape at more. 

What Gojo Satoru looks right now - eyes hooded, face flush, ivory tendrils of hair slicked back with sweat, several layers of sickly sweet slick stuck from the tops of his cheeks and gleaming down to his jawline - or the way that his cock looks like right now.

He was completely naked underneath, and you’re mentally counting about nine inches- possible even ten. Ten inches of solid, barreling length scrubbed all red n’ raw with ribbons of precum. Bursting out from the hole at the top of his fat mushroom tip and all the way down to the soft white hairs at his base. 

Drenched.

And Gojo gives the left of your ass cheek a good spank when it seems like you won’t be talking any time soon. Too hypnotized. “There there- big, huh?”

You’re huffing, “Y-you wish.”

“No need to liiiie- s’all yours.” Something in him cracks when he bucks up ever-so-slightly to let the shiny bulge of his cocktip scrape down your slit, mixin’ a heady concoction of white pre and slick that makes him salivate. “Look at her- she’s sayin’ she wants more.”

“You’re pussydrunk.” Such loud squelching noises that he jerkily lurches his head closer to listen to, as if his favorite song.

“Hell yeah I am, my wife.” With a raspy chuckle, Gojo slips the circle of his divot just underneath your swollen folds and hisses. “Now- I won. Your husband ngh- won today, why don’tcha gimme my reward, sweetheart?”

Oh-so-ready to make him cry on your tongue, you eagerly start snaking your hand downward. 

Fist almost enclosed around the bulky cylinder of his hilt before he stops you right there. V-line hitting your pelvis as he fucks up, up, up- 

“Nononono- another time. Right now…” Gojo slouches back, liiiicking that candied glaze of your juices off of his right hand. One by one. Before cushioning it underneath his head and watching you through sexy half-lidded eyes. “How do you want me?”

You hum, pretending to tap your chin in thought. “How you’ve wanted ta- ngh- have me, Toru–”

How he’s dreamed of having you.

Of shoving his thick cock between your pussy folds and fucking that smug smile off of your face while you tried to snap back at him. And his body moves before his brain.

Your back hitting the dampened sheets, your shirt and bra puddling onto the floor.

He doesn’t think he can breathe, he doesn’t even think he can think—especially when he sees that pink plastic ring pop as a pendant on your necklace and leans down to kiss it.

Every ounce of blood sprinting down from his hotly melted mind to balloon up his shaft so hard and cherry-red. Gojo’s tip is practically bawling by the time he’s flipping the two of you over and swiping the hard, aching bulge of it down your cunt.

Your thighs on his shoulders, his pelvis against your ass. 

Eyes widening—a mating press. A fucking mating press.

Gojo’s barely even done folding you completely in half before he aligns the round, spheroid edge of his cockhead to crown your sloppy hole and rut. Gasping, he shuts his eyes firmly at the warmth. “Wanted this.”

“O-oh fuck–” Coming your jittery fingers through Gojo’s sweat-splattered hair. He’s just so big that just the feeling of his globular tip makes you see white. 

“Wanted this wanted this- wanted this.” Gritting his teeth, furiously. He’s hiking his thighs up so that yours are pushed all the way up to hit your tits, bending you with all his powerful strength. “Have no idea how long- I’ve wanted you like this. Always in this position.”

“Why this one?” It was so filthy - even for him.

“What? Your husband’s the ngh- strongest and you expect him not to put you in a mating press the minute he sees you?”

Spanking the slivery slit of your cunt with one hand, Gojo fucking angles his head and grins at the slight puddle of sap that collects on his wrist. 

“So soft n’ sweet-” He bends his knobbly thumb in to twist the button of your clit, licking his pink lips lazily at the way your arousal glitters further soaked. And it wasn’t just that- your husband was just so girthy that he’s tuggin’ your entrance apart to fit his heavy shaft inside. “Oh, always wanted this pretty hole begging f’me.”

Just as he speaks, Gojo slips yet another inch inside and makes your oversaturated pussy keen. “B-bold of you to assume- ngh- I’m the one begging.”

“Ohhh- she’s not?”

“She- fuck!”

Before you can even speak, he’s rolling his sculpted hips and slamming your spit-glued mouth shut. Cooing down with fluttering lashes, “What was thaaaat–?”

You feel a damn sob break at the back of your voicebox at the feeling of his rounded slit lodging against the treacly roof of your cunt. So wet that he’s constantly rubbin’ his veins back and forth on your walls, half-ruts. Half-thrusts. Just to fit in. “Fuh-fuck you!”

And then you’re swearing that Gojo grows harder. Bigger.

The corner of his head swelling up to an even thicker circumference that strikes your soggy cervix with a plop! 

He’s bottoming out with a breaking tone, “Who’s fucking who now?”

And now that you’d given him an inch, he was taking a mile.

Fucking you into the rickety clinic bed like he was trying to stop your cute, arguing mouth from shrilling out. Every swab of his bulging cock enough to make your tongue flood with cockdrunken spit, he pounds his entire length into you like he hates you.

Slap!

So hard that the skin on his prominent v-lines stains completely red. And Gojo isn’t even feeling the pain, he’s only spanking hard abs into your front again. And again. And again.

Mouth falling into a sagged oh! as Gojo tilts his head down and watches when your geysering cunt swallows him up from the ruby-red tip to the bulk of his base. Heavy balls just peeking out cheekily.

All the way up until his pure white tufts of hair scratchily massage your clit and make you rut. “There- there.” The flat mountains of his palm come creeping down your tummy to press as he sliiides inside. With a smile, “Inside. Fuck- it’s inside. Can feel me all deep inside, s’like you’re hngh- made for me.”

“S’just s-sooo big, though!” You’re whimpering once he rubs over the callous of his thumb right at the bumpy point of his mushroomy head spearheading in. 

Gojo grunts, “And what happened to me being small~” 

You clench in response- the only thing you can do. And it’s like the entirety of the chamber tenses with something thick coating each atom of the air. 

You just had to clench once and his cursed energy was lapping. Out-of-control.

So powerful that it might just be enough to cause alarm-

“Oh.” As if alerted by something invisible, Gojo raises his free arm towards the door. Lengthy lashes coating with a flicker of blue lightning- before, like nothing ever happened, he’s back to rutting and rutting. In long, methodical strikes of his bashing, bulbous head. Probing deeply into every ridge.

Before you can ask what was the matter, there’s the metallic jiggling of the hospital doorknob. Locked - by his power.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“I-is anything the matter in here?” Someone- you think it might be Ijichi - calls out from the other side. “The cursed levels were just so high that-”

“Listening to the voice of another man when I’m the one fucking you?” Gojo snarls out, two of his battle-hardened fingertips swatting the side of your cheek so that you’ll stop staring at the door. 

Not when he was looking at you like that.

And not when he was the one unsticking your left hand from the side of his muscular obliques, gently kissing your ring finger even though he was drilling into you ferally. “Don’t you think of anyone else when- haaah- I’m the one fucking you-” The fangs of his canines bite in to the flesh of your digit, “Not when I’m your husband.”

“Wh-what if he hears—”

The end of your whine is caught up in his mouth, gnawing down on your lower lip and draaagging. “So let him.” He melts his glissading abs down onto your core, making you feel every bump and scar. “Let him- fuck. S’our long overdue honeymoon- and you’re gonna fucking- take- it-”

Mewling, “Fuck- fuck yes. More.”

It’s like those words have him going mad.

Gojo’s slick orifice grovering into the very bottom of your pussy, he tugs back on the blindfold dangling ‘round your neck to arch you further. Letting his zig-zagged veins creep down your g-spot, precisely. 

“Yes- fuck. Your husband.” Repeating and repeating every time he hits your sweet splotchy areas. “M’your husband” And then he clings onto your clit, then he twists his wrist and lets the pads of his digits buzzzz–! with cursed energy. “Your husband.”

Almost as if he couldn’t believe it.

He’s departing his breath out in a scalding breeze every time you squeeze. Bodily shoving apart the inner parts of your legs with his large, flexing shoulders. 

“Please- please please-” You’re wailing out utterly raw, the top of your throat feeling like it was clogging up after every ba-thump–! of his sweetly leaking cock probin’ every space inside your cunt. Swelling up so big that it was almost hard for you to clench- “Feels so ngh- good–”

“Yeaaaah–? Your husband’s makin’ you feel all good, huh?” The strongest couldn’t even give a shit about the way your screams were reaching a fever pitch. 

Faster, sloppier.

Fingers starting to stain with a bright syrupy coating of your slick, he doesn’t even mean to- but he can’t help the way that the air touching his skin crackles with energy. Drawing out hearts on your perked clit like a lil’ bullet vibrator.

“Go on- say it.” He outlines a very obvious ‘S’ on top of your rugged nub that makes you quiver like a leaf underneath him. And then an ‘A’, a ‘T’, ‘O-R-U.’ Coaxing out your tiny whimpers, “Say my name—”

“Toru- hck! Satoru.”

He twitches, syllables taking on a shaky manner. “O-oh right, that’s my name.” Chuckling, fuck- did he forget his damn name? Just that drunk on your pussy that he’d rather just be called your husband forever and ever. His flushed face pushes forwards to bite on that blindfold and pull you back down, “Call me your heh- husband again.”

Just uttering those words makes him jolt his mushroomy, flared tip inside you until the ridge hits the door to your womb. His balls on your ass. Bruising. 

You almost felt shy as he hastily brings down one of your hands to caress his rippling core. From each washboard ab to scar, sensually. “H-husband. My husband.”

Shit- he needed to make you cum now or he was going to, already feeling a steaming drop of pearly liquid empty out from his balls. 

“There- there we- go-” And by now Gojo’s fucking you so hard that he’s starting to scrunch his partially-closed eyelids with the weight of big, sparkly tears of sensitivity. “Whatever my wife wants.” The crowned tip of his shaft red and swollen enough to burst, pushing and pushing. “Anything my wife wants.”

“I’m close-” You’re sobbing, reeling him in so close with a grasp of his tensed back muscles. And it was true, his Six Eyes was showin’ him the way your nerves were sizzling, the way your mouth flooded with spittle. 

He counts underneath his breath. Five. Four.

Lips wobbling oh-so-adorably, “Toru, m’gonna cum. Let me cum.”

“Ohhh— s’that what you want, sweetheart?” He rolls his thumb over your overstimulated clit until you scream a yes. “Cum then.” Three. Spitting on the hills of his crowned fingerpads, Gojo makes sure they’re tight with particles of cursed energy. Two. Before spanking down- “Cum, my wife.” One.

You don’t know who cums first.

But to Gojo Satoru it doesn’t even matter- all he needs is to make sure is that you were creaming all over his ravaged cock, and that he was there to pump all his columns of wadded seed inside. 

Room lights shattering, somewhere in the distance sounding with a sonic boom! Gojo fucks himself hoarse on your pussy until the expanse of his skin was littered with pure power and lightning. 

“O-oh my god s’too mmm–” Your mouth dribbles with sap, gooey walls of your cunt sticking to the sides of his veiny shaft. Every tiny drag of his winding lines makes your high explode- “There’s so- hah- so much of it-”

So much that it was overspilling. 

And Gojo can only glide the planes of his digits down the saccharine white sap that leaked from between your legs. Gluing his fingers to the stray gaps of your hole, and they were buzzing. “No wastin’ now.” He bites down on the plush gum of his bottom lip and still can’t hold back his snickers. “Gotta g-give you the ring- and my second button. Then take you out for a- a ride-”

He could almost laugh at the dazed confusion on your face, arching up his spine just so that his cock pummeled into you deep and stayed there. 

“A ride and then a real ride. On a moped.” Giggling at his own joke, “Take you to eeeevery sweet convenience store in Tokyo you ngh- missed out on. Tell each one m’your husband and we’re having a summer wedding.” Kissing you softly, “M’thinking theme colours blue.”

That in and of itself is enough to make his drivelling orifice stream out yet another jetstream of cum, wadding up the entrance to your womb with clingy sap. 

He finishes off with another lecherous slurp that makes you feel so hot inside that it was almost feverish. “A-and then what? S’this all for you big- ngh- honeymoon idea?”

“And if it is?”

“Should’ve left you at the altar-”

Gojo’s red, raw cock jolts. “Ohhhh- just for that m’gonna fuck you in every hah- convenience store, too. Maybe they’ll hear- doesn’t matter.” Grinning, he hikes up a thigh until he is gyrating just enough to swirl his pummeling length in circles. The plump curve of his balls digging into your ass, eyes glowing with blue in the darkness. “Your husband’s the strongest.”

You don’t know if you can do anything but scoff through your embarrassment, “A-and real humble, huh?”

“Well…” He tilts his head with a dopey smile, “Did I tell you that was my first time? Been savin’ myself for heh- marriage, my sweetheart.”

Fuck.

“I love you. Isn’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

Oh- “I love you, too.”

And something in you told you that this was far from over.

Maybe it was the way that Gojo’s cock strikes the back of your cunt with a splosh of sap, slimily mazing through until it feels like he streams out a squirt of something. You’d just made him squirt- or maybe it was the way that he kisses your plastic engagement ring. 

Gaze delirious. Ears red. Fucked-out. 

“So…what was that they said about a Gojo heir, my wife?”

.

.

.

“The electricity has been suspiciously unstable today.” Shoko wrinkles her nose up at her completely shattered office lightbulb. The sixth today. 

Urgently flicking through her notes before she made a break for her most important patient as of late - the strongest.

Or, as she knew him, that damn Gojo with a penchant for tantrums and harboring a hopeless love for his betrothed. Often both at the same time. Speaking of said betrothed, she’d already shared a hasty greeting with you once you’d first arrived here- before you practically ran to the idiot’s room, that is.

Two peas in a pod.

“We have been getting strange him-level readings on cursed energy levels in this area since a few hours ago.” Utahime grumbles, barely out of the hospital herself but already steady at work as one of the new higher-ups.

“That so? Strange.”

“Yeah, and when I asked Ijichi about it he only looked pale and ran like he saw a-”

The two gasp. In unison.

“He finally proposed.”

A/N. Wrote this with a fever (Gojo was just that hot aha).

Plagiarism not authorized.

[kenyukisser]

do u guys miss me

[kenyukisser]

jjk fell off so hard. can’t convince me otherwise.

[kenyukisser]

THE MEADOW haitani rindou

sfw, hurt/comfort, an extra to the home collection 𖠋

"Mama, a boy or a girl?"

A tiny voice speaks and you're woken up from your little daydream.

Your daughter's gentle voice bounces off the wall of her quiet yet peaceful bedroom. The loud ringing in your ears are put on pause and blood stops rushing to your head -- you feel as if you're sucked back into reality. It disrupts you from the mindless, ruthless picking of the skin around your thumb that's starting to bleed and all of a sudden you're back in the present again -- a wife and a mother, sitting in her daughter's bedroom on a Tuesday night with the sole mission of checking in on her.

Wide, glossy purple eyes that so mimics the man she calls her father and he whom you call your lover, stares up at you from your chest and you smile a little at her expression.

"Dunno yet, 'Kiya. It's still early to know." You reach a gentle hand up to brush her bangs backward and reveal her forehead. You lean down to press little kisses on her tofu-like skin -- two smooches and three pecks -- and she pouts at your reply that has refuted the answer she's wanted to hear. "Mama, Sakiya wanna know now."

"A little longer, 'kay?" You pull away from her head to run a thumb over her temple. She gives slow blinks at your gentleness -- you know it has always succeeded in making her sleepy. But Sakiya seems to know of your little trick, so she leans back, away from your thumb, straightens her spine up a little, and she hums in defeat. But your baby still giggles a little when larger hands of yours move to tickle her sides gently -- an attempt to distract her from making a fuss.

She doesn't, and instead, your baby decides to rest her head back down on your mounds with small arms tightening around your frame and your nose sours a little at her gesture -- it reddens, and suddenly you're reminded again of her father.

And then you hear soft padding behind you both. You don't need to turn around to know who it is, and Rindou plops down beside you both on the floor -- he's still in his work clothes, most probably still working on some leftover paperwork he's decided to bring home with him tonight.

No doubt he's been standing there the entire time. You sort of knew he was there the moment he had decided to eavesdrop on the two of you -- the cologne that was sprayed onto his work clothes selling him out -- instead of coming in to say what he's wanted to say.

What more can he say, anyway?

You can feel his deject before he even opens his mouth, and he doesn't -- Rindou doesn't say a thing and he sits there while relishing in whatever he is currently feeling. Perhaps it is guilt. You don't know at this point, you don't want to assume -- not after the tone he's chosen to pick up with you earlier after coming home in what seemed to be annoyance. Not at you -- at his coworkers. You know that much, but you seemed to have received the end of it. It didn't feel nice -- it made you feel like nothing despite the way he still finds it in him to put away your laundry back in the closet after passing by the couch.

Sakiya doesn't acknowledge his presence outrightly. You don't look at him.

He sighs.

You hear a small clatter against the parquet, and your eyes move to take a quick glance. Your heart stops beating in your chest for a long minute, but you don't make it known.

You've half-expected him to see it -- it's placed in such an obvious place, he'd be an awful fucking husband to not notice. But you did not expect him to bring it to you; to look at you after with so much emotion held that almost makes you want to give in and cry when you peep at his eyes.

The pregnancy test looks so small in between the three of you on the floor compared to how big it seemed when it sat in the safety of your palms back in the morning -- shaky hands belonging to you who was alone, unsure of what to do, with no husband to yell for, and a girl eating sliced kiwi by the breakfast table who is still so young that you don't know what to tell her -- if you should be telling her this soon in your pregnancy that is still yet to be confirmed by a doctor.

But she finds out anyway. Sakiya has always been a smart girl. A gifted one too -- many would say.

And she suddenly tugs on the strap of your nightgown.

So you decide to ignore. You ignore him.

You continue indulging in Sakiya's little blabbers of telling her more about babies and you kiss her cheek after every sentence that you speak. You try to keep it as simple as possible -- that Mama and Daddy fell in love, had her together.

And you think your baby is so sweet when she flashes a toothy grin and soft almond eyes fold into thin crescents at the mention of you and her father -- she's always loved listening to the stories that you and Rindou tell her about the past; your youths, your memories that are still so vivid when playing in both your heads, your love for each other that had eventually blossomed into a little girl named Sakiya . . .

And Rindou's heart cracks a little more underneath those ribs and bones when you still don't acknowledge him, even though he is sitting just there -- right beside you -- and holding his pointer out to which Sakiya had immediately wrapped her little hand around it after seeing.

You aren't looking at him but he knows you are so much more than upset -- you are heartbroken -- and he notices how you try so hard to look at everything but him (you want to look at him), choosing to play with your daughter's hair and nosing at her chubby cheeks instead. He sees the little quiver of your lips that grows a little more rigid when Sakiya turns to him and asks if he knows -- because his eyes has never once left you the moment he'd entered the room.

"Did you know, Daddy? A baby in Mama's belly, again."

He didn't.

Rindou had only found out that you were pregnant again just ten minutes ago when he'd entered the bathroom after finally finishing his paperwork. He pushes the door open, and the first thing that meets his eyes is the white pregnancy stick on the counter with two bold red lines slapping him in the face after he moves closer to take a look.

And his heart drops to his chest.

It all connects, and Rindou leans back against the wooden door with a soft thud, a towel bunched up and sits messily on one folded arm as he holds the test with both hands carefully and thinks about all that he's done.

Because Rindou had been mean to you earlier -- you were clearly trying to tell him something from the way you've been attempting to drag him off to where Sakiya couldn't hear, and he'd brushed you off.

You tried talking to him when he finally came home after work -- smiling ear to ear when you greeted him at the front door and kissing his collarbone as a silent yet intimate welcome home.

Welcome home to us.

And you say while scratching at your scalp that you've just finished cooking dinner -- if he wanted to eat first or to shower first -- while throwing in a remark that you need a shower too, maybe we can talk in the bath. He tells you he isn't feeling that hungry despite the message being sent to you earlier -- asking if you could cook some curry because he has been craving for it lately -- and you nod when he walks away despite feeling a little weird from his sudden change in behaviour because Rindou seldom ever comes home like this, moody and . . . curt.

So you follow behind after making sure that Sakiya is entertained with her TV show that you say in brief and short sentences about you and your daughter's day. You know he is always overwhelmed and tired after work -- you don't want to bombard him with too much information, so you keep it short and simple.

It's a habit how you decide to shift your attention away from your husband who is putting away your laundry in the closet and instead, fidgeting with a pile of his clothes that's yet to be hung up. You figure it's because you're nervous of telling him about the news, so you're finding ways to distract yourself while making the atmosphere less tense and Rindou sighs a little too loudly when you pause to hear his reply to your genuine question.

"Did you finish the bento today? Was the shimeji nice? I got up earlier to make it because it takes longer to cook."

He turns to you and purses his lips before laying a hand flat out with his palm facing the sky, and you stare at it. You blink a few times, unsure of what is it that he wants, so you figure to place your own in his with a cheeky smile. A tease is about to fall out of your mouth until he sighs again.

Rindou clicks his tongue, "the clothes." A deep frown forms on his forehead while he stares at the pile of fabric in your hands, and under the intense atmosphere that he's planted in the room, you're feeling warm everywhere. Not the kind of warmth that makes you all giddy on the inside though, but the one that sends a hurtful pang to your chest and you're forced to hand him the clothes when he snatches it out of your grip.

Why is he being like this?

You grow awkward when he doesn't say anything further after turning his back to you. And you must've been a fool -- a fool to not realise his growing agitation, when you open your mouth to tell him you'll be getting dinner ready.

You should've left. You should've just left him and his stupid attitude in there to get as mad as he wants. You should've went back to Sakiya and helped her in changing the channels -- your baby was calling for you and her father both. You realise then that he hadn't given Sakiya her forehead kiss that she looks forward to everyday.

But a loose thread from presumably one of his clothes swirls around in the air and ultimately, it finds its place on Rindou's hair.

So you don't leave. You and your stupid heart don't.

"Baby, I'll scoop rice. Come eat when it's still warm." You inch closer to pick away the white thread. You're only millimetres away from it -- it is so close to your fingertips. You'll pick away the thread and then leave him alone -- but Rindou turns back around before you're able to do anything.

It was all so sudden. You hadn't expected it. You never saw it coming.

And it seems that your sudden closeness to him had agitated him further.

"Fuck,"

You wanted to end the conversation.

"Can you stop talking?"

He thought you were going to speak more.

And that, with an angry, dark glare, paired with a very deep frown that you don't think you've ever saw this look of absolute anger and annoyance being directed at you before, is enough to make you step back, all silent.

"I'm tired. And you keep on talking. Can you do it later or something?" He spits, words a little mumbly but with a hurtful tut to it. You know he is never one to raise his voice at you or his daughter no matter the situation, especially now that Sakiya is here with newfound emotions that she's still yet to feel and learn how to regulate, but he did it today, and he clicks his tongue another time before swiftly resuming to his task at hand.

So the laundry was a means to ease his mind off things.

But you can see the slight falter of his demeanour when he turns around again -- not fully, just enough for him to look at you, to see the hurt in your eyes as you look at the floor, and upon feeling his attention, you lift your chin up to stare back at him. You gaze into his eyes that once held so much anger and annoyance in them -- it is now full of guilt and shame. Perhaps he is sorry for raising his voice at you, he is sorry for cussing at you, but he doesn't say a thing, and he turns his back to you again.

Though Rindou didn't outrightly yell at you, it doesn't mean that it hurt any less than having someone do it. You think it hurt more than that.

Your hand rests by your side, fingers twitching as you feel sweat gather in your palms.

The pain in your heart is suffocating.

You turn your back and close the door with a loud pang. It was a fury of thought, and it scared Sakiya. You immediately regret the action upon seeing the shock in her eyes, the stutter in her breath as she tries hard to regain her peace. "Sorry, baby. Mama's sorry." You apologise with a shaky voice while carrying her up from the couch and towards the kitchen. She nuzzles her nose in your neck with wide eyes after feeling your comfort while looking back at the door to your bedroom, where Rindou is not present.

He hadn't followed you out. He still hasn't tried to apologise.

So you don't talk to him the entire evening -- not even when Sakiya was tugging on the end of your shirt gently and asking if Daddy wants to eat dinner too through a mouth full of rice and curry. You'd simply wiped away the excess off the corner of her lips and adjusted her napkin hanging on her neck, "Daddy will eat later. We'll eat first."

And it's when you figure that you're done for the day and headed into your daughter's bedroom to check on her and give her some affirmations that Rindou finally heads into the shower and notices the stick on the counter.

It was a slap to reality. He hadn't realised until then that he was being unfair to you earlier -- those mean words and the ugly expression he's given you, it makes him want to punch himself for making you feel so unwanted, because he's always the one who tells you to keep talking, and listens closely as you do. Rindou had promised not to bring work and its emotions back home, and now he's gone and done this. He's gone and hurt you.

He broke your heart.

He'd stared at the stick for quite a long time, with vibrating eyes deciding to take a quick glance at the bin just beneath the counter -- filled with boxes and boxes of pregnancy test kits and they all have the same results.

You are pregnant again, and he sure is a big fool for not noticing it earlier -- how you've been starting to crave the same things you wanted when you were carrying Sakiya, how you've started to speak less as to not get emotional because he knows your sensitivity must be heightened and everything would seem sad to you, how you've been feeling more and more tired lately because of your hormonal change . . .

And he also knows that you aren't ready for a second child -- you'd said it to him one night before falling asleep that even though it's already been 4 years since you've given birth to Sakiya, you don't think your body is ready for another baby yet. The trauma, the pain, the healing for both mentally and physically, it is all too much for you to handle, and he understands. Your recovery process was rough and his heart hurts when reminded of the days you'd cry in his arms that you don't think you're cut out for this -- for being a mother. Baby blues had hit you hard and it'd took a long time for it to wear off on you. And yet he thinks that here you are, being the best mother one can ever ask for.

You've not made any plans together for a second child either, and though it may sound a little harsh and mean, but Rindou doesn't think he is suitable to be a father of two. Sure, his baby is well-behaved, but there are still days where Sakiya herself can be a little bit too much to handle -- she is still a toddler after all.

So to add in another in the family? Rindou is not sure if he can handle it.

His train of thought gets disrupted when Sakiya curiously shakes his hand a little. He gets pulled back to the present again with the motion, and finds that she's staring at him with wide eyes that mirrors his own. She's waiting for an answer. He brings her hand up to place a kiss on the back of her palm before rubbing gentle circles at it.

His gaze focuses back at you before choosing his words -- you're staring at the parquet while playing with a loose thread on Sakiya's Hello Kitty onesie that you got for her a few winters ago. She still fits in it, surprisingly, and it sure is her favourite one to wear to bed while her father pats her back to sleep and you're beside to run a palm over her hair.

"I didn't. Just found out." He decides to tell his daughter honestly. You bite at your lip to stop the quiver, the sadness in you growing tenfold when it finally sinks it after his words -- that this is how Rindou finds out about it. You wanted to be the one to break it to him. You wanted to be there to see the initial look of shock on his face when he realises. But that wasn't how it went, and instead, the reveal of your new happiness growing in your belly was found out by its parents separately, both alone, along with emotions of anger mixed in with a little fear.

This isn't how it should be. I'm sorry.

An endearing giggle breaks you both out of your minds with Sakiya shaking her father's hand and tugging at your dress at the same time. She's so happy at her father's response. "Sakiya found out before Daddy, Mama." She turns her head at you, laughing.

That alone is enough to have you crumble. And you start to weep when Rindou leans forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder. He then presses his cheek to your arm, scrunching his nose playfully at his daughter who is finding joy in pinching her father's cheek, while a hand of his snakes around your frame to find solace on your waist. It moves up and down, slowly, warmly, and he moves closer and closer until he's fully hugging you now. Despite the previous anger and sadness, you still let him do it though, and you too fight the urge to lean back against his chest and cry.

You instinctively hug your daughter close to your chest and press your face in her neck. She is so much more smaller than you are, but you don't think you have felt so safe holding someone in your arms. There is your husband, but he's been feeling a little distant lately.

Sakiya wraps herself around your neck a little tighter at your sudden movements -- as though she had sensed something was wrong, and something is wrong. "Mama." She calls out softly as a habit and you hum, albeit a little broken and hoarse, but she knows that you've responded to her -- she knows that you're here with her -- and it is all that matters.

His chest tightens when you fix yourself quickly -- a little sniffle, a wipe to your eyes, and you choose to push away your emotions. You are still avoiding him -- his eyes -- choosing to focus on your 4 year old who is babbling mindlessly into your chest instead and you're grinning brightly when she tries speaking in English. She's started picking up the language from you, perhaps by listening in on a few of the conversations you'd have with Rindou on the dinner table in a foreign language still not taught to her yet because there are things you don't want her to hear, to know. Bills, taxes, the car loan, are we getting groceries on Saturday or Sunday? Baby's birthday is coming up, do you have any ideas on what to do?

Rindou's moved so close to the point he has his chin on one of your shoulders with both hands securing around you and Sakiya as he listens to the two of you converse, with you trying so hard to avoid his steady breath as it fans over the expanse of your skin. It's so tempting, but you stand your ground.

Sakiya then spurs out a little something cheerfully -- you don't know the word she's trying to say, but it is cute and lovely to hear her try and you pat her butt with another soft kiss to her forehead.

And for a split second Rindou thought he'd seen you in your arms -- your face in your arms -- because despite what you and so many other people tell him, he thinks that Sakiya looks much more like you than she looks like him -- she's got your smile, your chin, your hair, your grace, your silliness . . .

Yet she also looks so much like him, and he finds his fleeting mind wandering further and further whenever Sakiya would sit on his lap and look straight into his eyes with a big, toothy smile. It is as though he is staring into a mirror -- at a reflection of himself, and through her eyes he sees so many things, like the young boy from Roppongi who is still so little with so many high hopes to so many new things in life, and always, the one thing that stands out the most is love: a warmth that has a bit of a red and orangey tinge to it when she hugs him as he carries her around, the flower of her father's name that she scribbles with coloured crayons on A4 papers daily to practice her 4 year old handwriting, and she's calling for you to come look at this 'new' scar on Daddy's eyebrow that has actually been there for the past 20 years.

He'd smile a little at the vision -- he doesn't think it's weird. Of course he'd see love in her.

Because Sakiya is love. It is evident with the times she'd randomly high five strangers in public, in restaurants with other kids her age, in daycare where she's almost friends with everybody her age due to her cheerfulness, and especially the times she'd sleep in your bed -- squeezed and coddled between the both of you -- with small arms still holding onto the bunny her father got her when she was still a newborn. She refuses to let you wash it too.

A total contrast of her father, and yet she's so much like him.

"Baby, you look so much like your Daddy." He hears you whisper to your daughter who is grinning widely in your arms with both little hands now covering yours that cups her cheeks. It makes him start chewing off the skin on his bottom hip when he sees the soft look in your eyes as you point out the similarities of him and your daughter. He was so mean to you earlier; mean for no damn reason at all, and his guilt starts eating him alive when Sakiya lulls her head to the side with eyes that are about to close.

"Mama, dodo." "Dodo? Okay."

You start moving at it, and Rindou watches with a careful yet loving gaze hidden behind half-lidded eyes as you carefully manoeuvre her body properly into your arms and stand up. He notices that you're avoiding your lower abdomen a lot, and despite being sleepy, Sakiya is also careful when positioning her little legs -- he figures that you've already briefed her a little by yourself on what not to do now that you're pregnant and your body is a little more vulnerable than usual.

A part of him screams for him to do it instead -- to stand up and put Sakiya to bed instead of letting you who is in a much more vulnerable state to do so.

And the other part of him doesn't let himself move to put your daughter to sleep despite it being something that he always does -- he is always away during the day for work, so you let him have a little space for himself to spend some time with his daughter alone at night. The sick part of him wants his eyes to admire the pretty outline of your body -- your alluring back, the way your neck looks when faced under the moonlight from the curtains that you leave open just a little because Sakiya doesn't like the dark a lot, your bottom that he loves touching at so much but he resists his itchy hands for now.

You're cradling your daughter warmly as you bounce her gently in order to coo her into sleep faster and his mind travels back to the times when Sakiya was still a newborn -- all those sleepless nights of waking up abruptly at 3 in the morning to her cries, and you'd shush her gently with a kiss before pulling up the top of whatever you're wearing to breastfeed and pat her back to sleep with tired yawns and droopy eyelids.

Caring for babies were still new to the two of you and yet Rindou would always stay up with you while rubbing your sore back despite being told to go back to sleep because you can handle it. He remembers vividly the way you've always looked like an angel when cradling your newborn in your arms as you hum a soft lullaby that Granny had always sung to you when you were still her age.

And Rindou thinks you look so pretty when your nightgown sways a little with you as you bounce and rock your baby in your arms, humming the same lullaby to her ear as she finally falls asleep.

His wife, the mother of his children. His lover -- you.

"Goodnight, 'Kiya." You kiss her forehead before placing her back in her crib and she hums tiredly. "Night night, Mama."

Sakiya doesn't say it to Rindou. He feels a little hurt, but eventually accepts that he deserves his daughter's neglect tonight to have treated you in such a way. You pick up your things in one hand and move to exit the room, so he quickly reaches down the crib to place a kiss on Sakiya's forehead while rubbing a few slow circles on her temple, to which she starts snoring gently at it.

And he follows silently behind you as you head back into your bedroom and sit by the dresser. He doesn't dare enter; he doesn't want to overwhelm you. So he stands by the entrance and watch as you take off your earrings, dump it into a container and untie your hair. He watches as you comb through the locks and put on some oil, as you pat down your dress and crawl into bed. He watches intently as you avoid laying on your stomach, you're careful when manoeuvring yourself under the sheets and he watches as you get comfortable and lay on your back with a huff.

Youdon't talk to him, and you turn off the lamp.

He walks, and he switches it back on.

You feel the dip of the mattress and open your eyes.

"Hey." Rindou finally says as he sits by your leg and sigh. You don't feel like talking to him, but you want to look at him -- so you do. You watch him hold the stick in one hand and the other rubs softly on your ankle.

"Can we talk?" You blink tiredly at his request and he moves down to rest his head on your lap. He's peering up at you now, eyes staring so intently into yours that you choose to look at his forehead instead. Somehow it felt a little scary to face his eyes, his intense stare, his pretty purples -- you're afraid you're going to see the same expression being directed at you again, but you see the little frown on forehead and your thumb itches to rub it over his skin.

You stop yourself after being reminded of where it got you both when you didn't leave it alone.

That sparked a small anger in you.

"You told me to shut up, and now you want to talk?" You're starting to feel a little petty, and you know it is passive aggressive -- not a good way to communicate after a fight -- but the anger is starting to take over your emotions and before you can stop it from taking its final form, you push his head away from your thigh gently.

"I'm sorry." Rindou sits back up in one swift motion, face full of his apology and you throw the blanket covering your legs away to the side with a huff. He's never one to apologise.

"Are you?" You scoff a little, "or are you only saying sorry after seeing that?" You jut your chin towards the stick in his hand and he sighs at the realisation of your thoughts, your brain, while furrowing his brows in the process of trying to get you to calm down just a little.

He's majorly fucked up.

"It's nothing like that, fuck." Rindou scoots closer to your body, panic evident in the way he moves and a warm hand covers your cheek. "Please, baby. Shit, it's not that at all." He pleads, thumb running over your eye bags and you close your eyes at it. You're frowning, you're angry, you're upset, you're tired -- it's everything all at once. Lips pouting, nose souring, and when you open your eyes up again you find a stray tear rolling down your cheek.

You feel so sad.

"Rindou." It's a desperate call, and you're sobbing fully now. Just five seconds was all it took for you to break down and cry and he panics a little when wobbly fingers peel his hand away from your skin. All the pent up emotions -- mostly of sadness and anxiety, finally breaking free from its facade and you choose to shuffle into his lap.

He is still in his work clothes, you're already showered and changed into your nightgown, but you don't care. Though he's upset you, all you want to do is to have him hold you and cry. He presses you close immediately and cups both of your cheeks, thumbs swiping away the many tears that follows.

You cry harder at it, because Rindou is the only one who can ever give you this much comfort, and yet he was also the same person who'd taken it away from you with just words and an ugly expression casted your way.

And you're honest when you say it to him.

"Baby, I can't do this if you're only in it for the children."

Rindou's world crumbles around him.

Sweat starts forming on his skin and he feels his cheeks burn stingily from your words. He is absolutely devastated when you said you can't do this -- do what? His breath stutters in his mouth as you sob silently and you cover your palms over your eyes to cover yourself from his. Overflowing tears escapes your hands as it rolls down the sides of your cheeks, and he finally processes your words then.

It's nothing like that.

"Baby," His eyeballs vibrates and blown out pupils flickers back and forth between you and the test kit in his hands. He needs to actually know what you're trying to say -- it can't be what he's thinking, right? He loves you and your daughter too much for anything bad to happen -- he knows he's fucked up. He didn't mean what he said to you earlier.

Please talk to me. Please. Don't stop talking.

"You're only making up to me because I'm pregnant, right? You want the baby. I know you do. All men wants them." You hiss through broken cries and his heart clenches at it -- like a chain filled with thorns and needles tightening around his flesh and it sends such a throbbing pain through his chest; but he knows that what you're feeling right now is ten times worse than that, and it is all because of him -- solely him and his major fuck up where the anger and frustration shouldn't be aimed at you at all. He should've never brought the work home with him -- it's done nothing but stress and weigh on his mind all evening.

"It's nothing like that." Rindou repeats his words and he attempts to kiss your cheek but you turn your head away from him; from the warmth that you crave so eagerly from him.

"How can I know? You were so mean to me earlier, I'm starting to think you don't want me anymore. Husbands don't talk to their wives like that."

You cry, you wail, your heart breaks in your chest even more, and he doesn't think there's anything he can do that can make up for it.

"I'm sorry." He slowly turns your head back to him. "Are you? Or are you only saying sorry just because you want me to stop crying?" You glare at him.

"I'n sorry, baby." Your cheek is to him, and he finally gets to kiss your fat now. One kiss and it's got him placing more and more on your skin. "So sorry." Again and again, as a way to display of his apologies that he's begging to your heart but you shake your head in denial with a pout.

"Men only stay with their wife for kids. They don't love them, they only want children." You spit with an angry sob.

Rindou knows it is your trauma speaking, and he doesn't blame you at all -- he knows the kind of father yours is, the kind of father his was, and hot tears spring to his waterline at the connection. He'd swore to himself to never become the men the two of them were, and now, he seems to be following in their footsteps . . .

Or perhaps Rindou is being a little too rough on himself -- because deep down he knows he is nothing like the men who have left a dark imprint on both your upbringings; that he is so much better than who they were in your lives -- a better man, a better person, a better father. And after releasing your anger it seems you also know that he is nothing like them too. So you cling to his neck and pull him closer to your body while placing wobbly kisses on his jawline as an apology for comparing him to them.

You're nothing like them. I'm sorry.

"I love you." Rindou whispers against your skin. It's heartwarming, the way he dips his head down to press his lips on your throat and squeeze at your hips until you're nothing but a wailing mess.

His heart cracks loudly in his chest. "I'm sorry. I was mean, I'm sorry. Didn't mean it, baby." And Rindou keeps on saying it again and again until your cries finally die down just a little and you start breathing properly again.

So much mucus in your nose and he pulls out a tissue from the nightstand for you to let it all out. It's messy -- your face is wet from tears, snot is still dribbling down your nose as he helps you to wipe them off with another clean sheet of tissue, and your lips are so red and quivery from the cry, the sadness.

There's still a hint of doubt in your eyes when he pulls away to take a good look at you. Rindou tries kissing it away, "love you, Mama." Your bottom lip juts out a little at it and he kisses on it softly, "love you." Rindou says it again and you knock your forehead against his cheekbone. It's a little gesture to show that you've acknowledged it, but you're going to need some time to say it back. Not now -- at least when you're finally okay enough to look him in the eyes again.

And it's when his vacant hand intertwines with your sticky ones that you finally ask him the question you've been wanting to this whole time.

". . . Are we keeping it?"

He's silent for a minute. A puzzled look on his face has fear running through your veins, afraid of what he's going to say.

But Rindou simply blinks down at your panic form instead.

"Why not?" He asks, warm hands running down your back, your neck, your cheek.

Rindou is truly confused by your question.

Relief washes over your body at his reply. You sigh into his chest, ". . . We haven't had plans for another." You state, and he picks away a torn, wet piece of tissue just beneath your eyes.

"Well, it's here." He fiddles with your strap next, fixing it in place. "And we're keeping it . . . right?" He looks at you while he asks it, wanting for your confirmation as well. He needs to be ensured that you want this just as much as he does. He's the one giving them surname, but you're the one giving them life -- a home -- with eyes to open to the world, and touch to feel the universe.

You nod softly at it, albeit a bit hesitant but you feel a little bit better when he soothes a hand down your back to ground you. "I wanna."

Rindou smiles -- it's a little shy, but you're shy too, and he pulls you closer to his chest with a warmth that only you can plant in him.

"Then I'm okay," There's still a cry left in you but you hold it in. "We'll figure it out as we go." He says with a nose to your cheek and you blink away the tears. "'Kiya is here with us too, no?" You nod again and he nods at you. "We'll figure it out together."

It's not perfect -- he knows his apology isn't complete, but he's got you calmed down for now, and you've figured out an answer together. He'll find more ways to make it up to you tomorrow, or at least when you're not as tired as how droopy your eyelids are right now -- you're sleepy and he knows, so he gently helps you to lay on your back carefully and he kisses your forehead.

You fall asleep in an instant with him kissing you every once in a while, and Rindou lays with you just a little bit longer before he finally gets up, off the bed. A small part of him knows it is not the correct way but he wishes that hopefully a warm shower will be able to wash away his guilt . . .

He carefully places the pregnancy test in an envelope, writing down the date and some other details before peeling off a yellow post-it from his desk.

Call Fujita for appointment

Buy mango rice

Rindou slaps it on the fridge. He steps back a little to look at it and eyes the big calendar hanging off the wall.

A few bites at his fingernails, a few more clicks his tongue, he decides to jot down the same things on there too, in the box of tomorrow's date -- he doesn't want to forget it.

He steps back again and his left foot hits a toy.

And all of a sudden Haitani Rindou is 31 again, a nervous first-time parent who'd just found out about your very first pregnancy together. The raw emotions running through his veins as he looks up on research online with shaky hands, as he held your hand while you consulted with your doctor for the very first time, as you both sat on the floor in the bathroom together wondering about the future.

Now, standing in the middle of his kitchen alone as he fidgets with one of Sakiya's toy he'd picked up from the floor, Rindou thinks it is okay despite the little worry about handling two kids now.

You'll figure it out together -- as parents, as a family.

reblogs are appreciated! thank you for reading <3

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WHAT IN THE workplace romance IS THIS FUCKING CONCEPT

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rb for larger sample size! feel free to elaborate in tags about your process.

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HAVE U GUYS FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME :3

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going to shopping with your boyfriend, yukimiya kenyu because you thought all that modeling should’ve made him an expert about fashion

it totally backfired though, not because of his fashion sense but because he thought even the ugliest of sweaters looked absolutely perfect on you <3

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i'll drop by for christmas, hope u guys r still w me !!!!

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it’s no secret that dating reo mikage means he’ll buy you anything.

what he doesn’t let you know is the fact that he keeps the receipts of all the things he’s bought you for the first time; even if it’s something small like a drink.

he’s taken photos of the place you both first held hands at, shared your first kiss at, had your first date etc.

why? so he can create a scrapbook filled with all of it to give you for your 1 year anniversary.

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Kenyu kisser after writers block

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Me when I’m reading a good fanfic and the author writes “my knuckles turned white as I clenched the sheets"

After I read that I can not bring myself to read it anymore 😭

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CONCERT KISS ☾

mma toji finds out a fan at his match is a famous popstar ….maybe he’ll go to her concert ;)

tags — nsfw, mean toji, crazy fans, unprotected, spit kink, creampie, size kink, MAJOR brat taming, dumbification, breeding, cum dump, squirting, protective toji, pet names (puppy, sweetheart, spanking, oral (f!receiving), fingering, soft toji, toji cums a lot :p

notes — it’s insane how many ppl asked for mma!toji x popstar!reader, so here u go!

how could he have known? minutes before his match some random fan was waiting outside his lockerroom, what else could he have done?

“ow—“ the small yelp from knocking over the girl suddenly had his eyes looking down.

“who’re you? where’s my team?” his voice was cold, he’d just walked into the room when he heard a knock on the door. still wearing his hoodie and sweats, he needed to warm up, and for some odd reason his team was taking too long to bring in his things.

“I’m not a worker,” you quickly blurt, clearly flustered, considering you were still on the ground, yet your eyes were as bright as stars.

“how the fuck did you pass through security?” toji squints down, he didn’t have time for this. the cheering from the crowded stadium echoed through the long hallway as other workers were rushing around.

“i just…passed through?” you bite your cheek nervously, your eyes couldn’t help but continue looking over the famous athlete. even though he was wearing just a black set, he was so big. his shoulders were huge, his eyes were as green as they were on tv. and the scar was much deeper in person. you always wondered how he got it—

“fuckin’ fans,” toji rubs his face, your eyes go wide as you feel yourself being lifted, standing back on your feet. your body is too stunned, eyes gazing up at the fighter, he was so close! he smelled so good! you wonder if he showered before the match. your cheeks were heating up just at the not so appropriate thoughts. even though he’d let go of you a long time ago, you were still dreaming about how easily he’d lifted you back on your feet.

“hey!—“ your lips part, blinking quickly. fuck! did you just space out!

“oh, I was just wondering if you showered?”

….

“huh?” your face was frozen. what the fuck did you just say?! huhhhhhhh????? toji was staring at you with the biggest, what the fuck, face ever. he definitely thinks you’re a pervert!

“y—“

“you don’t have to answer that!” you quickly blurt, toji pinched his nose. where’s his team? why is he dealing with this? “am I bothering you?”

“yes,” you felt your stomach drop. “where the fuck are they,” toji walks past you, not before glancing over his shoulder, his eyes taking a moment to look you over. not bad. “get out before I call security.”

well that didn’t go so well. your face fell into your hands as you dragged your feet to the stadium. completely defeated.

“how’d it go?”

“huh?” toji glares up at his manager, shiu.

“what do you mean huh? how’d the meet with y/n go? one of the singers from the pop group?” shiu looks up from his phone, watching a nonchalant toji sitting on the bench as his coach massages his arms, loosening up the muscles.

“who?” toji stretches his neck, a low groan slipping as he tries to focus on relaxing. his muscles did tend to tense up before a match.

“the popstar. remember I told you she would stop by before the match,” shiu looks as toji’s eyes stare off…

“she didn’t show,” he throws, unbothered as he stands up. he would’ve known if an uppty egotistical popstar was bouncing around in the halls demanding to see him.

“shit, really?” shiu rubs his jaw, looking back at his phone. “her manager told me she checked through security,” he mutters.

the stadium was on their feet. people holding up posters, some waving red green black and white flags, men yelling, girls screaming, people jumping, drinking, laughing—everyone was in high spirits. one of the biggest matches of the year was going down, the suspense has been building up for months!

“you didn’t see him?” your manager yelled beside you, your hands were popping chocolates into your mouth, as you sat in the front row.

“um…” your mouth was stuffed with chocolates, somehow still flustered and embarrassed about what happened earlier. “no.”

“I swore they told me you could go in, he wasn’t there?” your manager was on her phone looking over her messages as you swallowed the chocolates.

“I think he was busy,” your manager looks over at you, her brows pinched for a moment until the announcer suddenly called your name. your eyes shifting to the screens that displayed you, along with your name as audiences went crazy.

your smile was automatic as you waved at the camera, putting peace sign up. the audience applauding even louder, as you laughed lightly, they didn’t have to stay on you that long. finally they switched over to another athlete that was in the audience also wearing a watermelon shirt, the camera went through the guests that came.

you’ve been a fan for years, watching on your phone when you were just starting to get famous. it wasn’t news that you were a fan of mma. constantly talking about how much you love it in interviews.

“and the person you’ve all been waiting for—!” the stadium bursts, already screaming before the most well known and talented fighter of the century, “TTTOOOOOOJJJJJIIIIIIIII!”

it was hard for you not to start screaming as well. flustered when cameras continued to shift from you and the other guests. you felt like you were in a dream…as if your mind was pretending this was your first encounter with the fighter and whatever happened earlier was just a nightmare.

it was the best night of your life. probably better than when you first debuted, definitely better than your first interview, or getting a million followers—none of it could compare to this night.

the “ows” and “ohmygods” were just filtering through your lips. your face was full of expression, reacting to every jab, every kick, every counter, and every grapple—you were absolutely mesmerized, eyes bright as stars that when the match was over you had practically lost your voice.

toji was yelling over his opponent as he pounded his firm sweaty chest, spitting some blood as the cameras came flooding into the cage. the referee holding toji’s arm up in the air. “fuck he’s so hot,” you mutter to yourself.

everyone was screaming, you were bouncing on your feet as journalists flooded the cage, your eyes stayed on toji. you hadn’t realized what was happening until toji was standing beside you.

“y/n, give us a smile!” a photographer was shouting, you were already smiling big, giving a peace sign, the usual smile you gave fans and how you were on stage, was nothing like this smile. you were absolutely beaming.

your breath hitched as you felt his body suddenly lean on you. the exhaustion from the fight flushing over him, your hand almost instinctively came up tried your best to keep him steady. the heat from his body was overwhelming, your heart beating louder as you heard his panting close to your head.

“sorry,” he mutters close to your ear, pulling away after the pictures are taken and his manager is dragging him to the other celebrity guests to greet. you were frozen, cheeks burning with heat as you looked at your manager.

“d-did—“

“I recorded it all,” she already cut you off giggling as she held up her phone. you started giggling and jumping as well, as if you weren’t some celebrity as well. but in your eyes, athletes are probably the closest things to super-humans. when players would pose after winning or scoring goals, they were on top of the world! it was incredible and now—

“I think I can die now, I don’t think anything will ever be better than this.”

toji was getting treated by his medical team as shiu was answering calls left and right. his team trying desperately to push the journalists back as they all started screaming questions into the lockerroom.

“are you dating y/n!?” toji glanced over, his lips ready to answer with a who?, until shiu stepped over, pushing them aside and finally slamming the door shut.

“speaking of, her manager gave me extra tickets to her concert,” shiu handed toji the extra ticket.

“I haven’t even met this girl. she just handin these things out for free?” toji dropped it on his lap.

“you just met her?” shiu looked at toji with a seriously? “she was in the front row—“ shiu gave up, as he quickly opened his phone and opened twitter, turning it around.

“her?!” toji suddenly exclaimed, catching the entire room off guard. he looked at the picture that was taken just minutes ago, along with the multiple clips of her reactions throughout the fight. his mind immediately remembering the interaction from before the match.

“she’s a huge fan, some fans are also outside to get a look at her,” shiu went back on his phone, exiting out of the multiple pictures that have been reposted of toji and you.

“oh fuck,” toji didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. how was he supposed to know you were you? you were just standing there saying weird ass shit, it’s not his fault he was rude to you. but then why is he laying in his hotel suite scrolling mindlessly on his phone, opening every single tab that had your name.

Wikipedia, Instagram, YouTube—he doesn’t even use social media, shiu mainly handles it to advertise his fights, rarely does toji ever post anything himself. yet here he is, using the account to look through your page. over 70m followers…were you really that famous….

he began to realize how addicting it was to stalk people. or maybe it was just you. it was entertaining, shifting from instagram to youtube, to other pages to see clips from interviews.

he couldn’t help himself. especially when he’d happened to stumble on a old interview and his name coming from your pretty lips over and over and over again, gave him a certain feeling. toji is the craziest. toji’s fight was soooo insane. toji is hands down the greatest fighter of all time! one of the other girls in your old pop group commenting “here we go again.”

if he hadn’t seen you last night, he would’ve thought you weren’t a fan anymore since you don’t publicly fangirl over him, it was only that interview, yet…

his eyes glanced over at the concert ticket. it wasn’t his fault you acted like a complete idiot…but he did feel his own pride swell just a bit. the way you acted in front of him versus how you were as a celebrity was so completely different.

maybe he wanted to see you because he wanted the reaction again… besides it was a convenient coincidence that your concert was in less than a week, in the same venue as his fight. he can push his plane ticket back a week.

your head was resting back as you were getting your makeup done, the outfits were lined on the rack as people were flooding in and out of the room. your manager yelling and running like a headless chicken. concert days were always this chaotic, which was always the worst fucking part—at least in your opinion. you just wanted to skip to the part where you’re already on stage.

“I got this!” you yell as you bounce on your feet as you start getting dressed in the first outfit.

“what?!” your manager is suddenly shrieking beside you as your making your way backstage, your entrance in a couple seconds.

“what? what’s wrong??” you’re always on edge minutes before your entrance—you don’t like it when she yells—

“I don’t know if you’ll piss yourself?” your manager looks at you with big eyes, you can’t read her at all—you’ve never seen that kinda look on her face.

“I don’t wanna piss myself,” you mutter back. “don’t look at me like that!”

“I can’t—I’m sorry I’m gonna say it—“

“don’t say it!” you’re shrieking, the audience was going crazy waiting for you.

“sorry!” she’s apologizing?!

“no!” your stomach was churning, you didn’t want to know, after the concert is always better. you didn’t want to hear it, so when your cue started, you’re already sprinting on stage. the stadium was all dark as you took your position.

the music started going, the audience was silent, phones out, and the moment the beat started, the lights blasted and your voice boomed.

“WHAT’S UP EVERYONE!”

the entire stadium bursted ten times louder as you started singing. you were running in and out with each song and new outfit each time. you weren’t just singing, but dancing too.

his eyes followed every spin, every stop, every outfit change. you were on a completely different universe, the stage elevating how much power you held. maybe he understands why people are screaming and crying beside him. the cunt poppy attitude you had onstage was like nothing else. it was far different then the you he met at his fight. you’d worn casual clothes, but your outfits her were much more revealing and edgy. maybe he understood what had girls creaming their panties in the audience.

sweat beaded down your pretty head. fans tossed flowers, candies, chocolates as they cried.

as you danced, you’d smile at fans, wave in between lyrics. you were an absolute star. the stadium was packed and the fans holding flags and were singing word for word.

you always feel like you’re on the best high when you’re on stage. it was the best feeling ever as you felt your heart beating in your ears and the attention was even more intoxicating. the energy was so intense and euphoric, you absolutely loved it. especially the fans—

your breath hitched.

what’s…

you felt your foot misstep as you fell during a turn. the dancers still going as fans start cheering for you to stand up, some yelling are you okay.

what’s…what’s he doing here?!

the devilish smirk that played on his lips, waving at you, just sent your heart throbbing, your thighs clenching, and your lips drying. your eyes were bright as you felt your stomach burst with butterflies, a sudden heat stinging your ears.

you quickly got back on your feet, your mask returning as you continued the song, the crowd applauding you.

Toji’s hand came up to his mouth, laughing. the startled look on your face when you noticed him in the crowd, it was too cute. everyone was screaming, loving the absolute unwavering confidence you excude on stage. the attitude sharper than a knife…yet… you were the complete opposite when toji was there.

you thanked the audience as they started crying now that the concert was over. you were waving like crazy as you made your way backstage.

“get these outfits off of me,” you gasp, absolutely exhausted as dancers and crew all shuffle backstage.

“you did so great!” your manager hands you a towel, as you wipe some sweat. your heart was hammering, your chest heaving as you looked over your shoulder back at the stage.

“he was here,” you whisper, still shocked. “toji was here.” the audience was so loud that your manager couldn’t hear anything as she escorted you to the dressing room.

“we have to leave the stadium, or fans will start trying to get in,” she shouts, asking your dresser to help you change.

you were too stunned to move. your brain only flashing the glimpse you got of the fighter. was it just your delusions? it had to be. there was no way he would come, especially with your first impression.

“y/n, he’s waiting outside the room!” your manager suddenly barged in. her face pink as she shouted, not bothering to hide the weight of her words.

but it seemed like you had even less of a brain because why did you sprint towards the door, ripping it open and locking eyes with the fighter. the fighter who shamelessly let his eyes drift down to rack up your practically nude body, you just had nipple patches on, and a very thin white thong easily showcasing your bare thighs.

“toji!” your face was bursting with joy. “you came!”

he grins, not expecting you to be so hyper. it was definitely the adrenaline high. he practically strolled backstage, it seemed like everyone paved the path for him. “you seem jumpy.”

“I’m really happy,” you were practically seeing hearts as you stared up at the man. your heart was beating in your ears, as you felt your body overheating. he was so attractive, he still has some bandages on his cheek from his fight. his eyes were so pretty, you felt your body getting burn.

“you stare too much, princess,” he taps your chin up, your lips parting as you stared at him even more. toji gently rubs his thumb on your chin. you were so easy to play with. the way your cute body almost purred, leaning into him like a little puppy. “you’re not gonna reply?”

“I am,” you sigh, silently swaying in place. it’s been a long couple weeks touring, and this concert was just as tiring. but toji was here—

“I’m so sorry, sir!” your manager suddenly came running out, throwing a towel over your body, shielding you from the fighters predatory eyes. “she’s just tired from the show and ran out!”

your face stung red. suddenly burying your face in the towel, you’re so embarrassing! how could you just run out like that—

“y/n, we need to go over the schedule for next week and run through some logistics—“ your manager continued rambling, listing off the amount of shit you needed to get done. your mind was hazy as you nodded, barely conscious as toji stood there, eyes somehow catching your movements a bit closely, especially when you accidentally started leaning backwards. his body subtly moved around pressing his arm gently to your back, keeping you upright.

your manager thankfully received a message from her walkie and quickly ran away saying she needed to deal with some security problems. leaving you to finally breathe.

“that was a fucking headache to hear,” toji comments, you somehow hadn’t realized he’d been keeping you up until now.

“oh, liya, she just likes being prepared,” you smile so easily, your lips soft even though your entire body is unbelievably exhausted. “oh sorry,” you quickly pull away from toji, only for your balance to waver again and his arm is once again holding you up, this time his arm completely wraps around your waist. “sorry,” you cringe.

“take it easy….don’t worry,” he easily guides you back to the dressing room. your eyes are shining as you hold his arm, cheeks hot. toji wondered, was it because he stalked you last night that he doesn’t mind taking care of you? you were objectively attractive, but for some reason he found you more attractive now, then when you were on stage.

“thanks, you’re pretty nice,” your body freezes. “wait! I didn’t mean it in a backhanded kinda way!”

toji laughs.

your heart skips a beat at the sound. he grabs a water bottle and opens it for you.

“have you eaten?” his hand gently brushes your hair back as you chug the water, eyes not leaving his, so adorably. not realizing you’d been a bit dehydrated. you shake your head. lips parting as water drops down from your chin to your tits. toji hums as he swipes his thumb against your chin, as he eyes your slipping nipple patches.

“I’m a bit hungry, if you wanna join me?” he tilts his head, watching as you open and close your mouth. the way his scar twitched up only had your pussy dripping.

“you wanna get dinner with me?” you can’t help but smile too, a little bit flirty. the confidence slowly fading in.

“that’s what I just said, princess,” he taps your chin up, only causing your smirk to grow wider as you lean in to his touch. he gently held your chin between his fingers, laughing. “fucking minx, go change so we can leave.”

“okay!” you pop, twirling out of his hold before looking over your shoulder and giving him a smile that his eyes widening...his heart just jumped.

toji rubbed his face pulling his cap off as he moved to sit on the couch, tossing his jacket beside him, suddenly hearing a loud thud behind him.

“ow,” you quietly yelp.

“need help?” he teased, but it still had you flustered. you’d tripped and fell, and toji’s eyes slightly darkened at the sight between your legs. his hands were already mimicking what he’d done days ago. lifting you up back to your feet. “always falling on yer knees for me.”

“don’t flatter yourself,” you look away, so completely embarrassed, especially because this time his hand stayed on your bare skin and you could feel how big his hands are.

“ah you’re talking back more and more,” he laughs, “you getting comfortable with me?” your lips part as you look back at toji.

“maybe I’m just tired,” you hum, chin tilted up so adorably toji almost understood why your fans cry. “it’s been a long month,” you give a dramatic sigh as you let your full body weight fall onto the fighter. “why don’t you take care of me?”

toji starts laughing even louder, it was easy playing with you…holding you. his hands slid down to your thighs and lifted you up. your arms wrapped around his neck, as he walks you to the dresser.

“getting more spoiled by the second. you really are a popstar,” he teases as you laugh with him, dramatically letting him manhandle you.

“I had to hold you up after your little fight, the least you can do is show me the same courtesy,” you say with a teasing shrug, your tits moving up as toji sat you down.

“little,” he quirks a brow, placing his hands on the side as he tilts his head. your arms cross, involuntarily squeezing your pretty tits together as you rub your chin. you’re really testing him.

“ya little fight, I mean I get bigger fights in my concerts,” you joke, remembering multiple times security has to break up fights between fans in the crowd during concerts.

“where’d all this confidence come from sweetheart?” toji is standing between your legs as his big arms also cross, mimicking you. his tshirt tightening around his biceps making your legs close. “what’s wrong?” he knows exactly what’s going on when you tried to squeeze against him.

“nothing,” you blurt, trying to keep your composure, because right now this was a battle. who was going to break first?

“are you sure, sweetheart?” toji licks at his scar as an arm uncrossed to come down and feel the skin of your thighs. goosebumps erupting in its path as you felt your heart throb between your legs.

“I would say the same to you….you like teasing me, toji? …… it’s telling,” your arms situate behind you as your legs seductively go up the back of his thighs. your back arching as he gets a full look at you….fuck.

“you’re starting something here,” his hands massage your thighs, your heat consuming him as he sees the wet patch of your panties sticking to your folds.

“did i really start it though?” you say with a tilt of your head. tongue swiping at your pulp wet lips. toji couldn’t deny that his cock was throbbing. especially as he leaned in, lips grazing yours.

“what’s the game?” he feels your breath slowly hitch. “you playing with me…making me all hot down there,” he grins at the way your body arches even more, trying to press closer to him. “it’s pretty hard sweetheart, but you’re practically dripping through those see through panties of yours.” toji smiles as he hears you whimper so softly.

“I’m not dripping,” you pant, feeling his lips barely touch yours. you were so adorably swaying your lips to feel his just teasingly graze yours, pulling back ever so often so you wouldn’t fully feel him.

“you lying to me?” his voice sounded much deeper now, running all the way down south.

“am i?” fuck, you had him, you had him because he no longer could stop his lips from crashing into yours.

your whimpers slipped easily as you felt his tongue immediately start playing with yours. your lips parting allowing him to grasp your thighs as he pressed himself between your legs, feeling your fingers come up to grasp his hair, almost hugging him as he bit your bottom lip.

toji kissed you over and over. you felt dizzy, you’ve never been kissed like this before. you’ve never been kissed by someone who was so hungry. it was a bit hypocritical of you to say when he pulled away and you were the one panting, tongue almost hanging out.

“what’s wrong, puppy?” toji pants lightly, thumb pressing down on your lip letting your tongue hang out even more. “cute.” he licks your tongue, sucking. your pussy fluttering at the wet mess that spills in your mouth as you feel a glob of his spit. toji hums in delight as you swallow, immediately latching your lips back to his. your pretty nails scratching the nape of his neck, as he shoves his tongue tasting more of you.

his hands knead your thighs, until he’s kissing down your neck. your head tilts back, hitting the mirror as toji sucks bruises along your flushed skin.

“toji…toji…” your cute little pants of his name eggs him on. it was adorable seeing how you quietly chant his name and play with his hair.

“you alright, sweetheart?” toji teases, “you wanna tell me what you want?” he kisses the tops of your squishy tits, smiling at how your body flinches. so sensitive.

“do i haveta say?” you huff, stroking his hair as his eyes meet your pretty ones. you felt your heart skip a beat as you see how dark his eyes are. he looked so pretty, his dark hair falling over his eyes. “keep touching me.”

“where?—op”

his eyes widen. startled when you suddenly kiss him, again. your holding his face kissing his pretty lips. toji didn’t know why he wasn’t expecting that, maybe because his experience has told him that it was easy for women to listen to him—

“you’re so cute,” you mutter against his lips, staring back at his unexpectedly wide eyes.

he takes a moment, before laughing. his cheeks were slightly flushed. his whole attention right now was on you. how could your words be so soft, and warm, but your body had him bursting in his pants.

“is that all i can get?” he whispered, so quietly into your lips. his voice was teasing and playful. he bit your bottom lip as you whimpered, a smile playing on both your lips.

“you tell me, what do you want to do,” you almost burst laughing as toji gives you a raised brow, shaking his head.

“you can’t keep throwing my own questions back,” he drops his head, biting your neck, you yelp, holding his head. toji groans as your tits press up into his face. you whimper only to feel your entire body getting raised up, and an arm circling down, grabbing a handle full of your ass. “don’t ask someone with no restraint what they can do.”

“what can you even do, huh?”

toji swore under his breath, hand coming down on your ass. “fucking tease.”

your arms were holding his shoulders desperately as toji spanked your pretty ass, his eyes flicking to the mirror to watch his hand make a pretty print against the flesh. what he found more entertaining was the blissed out look in your eyes.

“you like getting spanked?” his head pulls back to look at your face, kissing your lips as you whine.

“never been spanked before,” you mumble against his lips, caressing his cheek as you whine, lapping at his lips like a little puppy.

“is that what’s making ya all wet?” he coos, finding it surprisingly adorable that you were getting so turned on just from getting your pretty ass slapped. you bury your face in his neck, “what? that’s making you all shy?” you groan. “running around with your tits out wasn’t embarrassing?”

“stop teasing me! just take care of it,” you huff against his skin, biting him back.

“shit,” he jumps, laughing as he strokes your neck, the other setting you back on the dresser. your lips part, as you feel his body slide down. “did you cum?”

you felt your cheeks flood with heat as you watched the toji zenin staring at your bare pussy, your thong hooked around his thumb as he held it to the side. his lips were parted in slight surprise as he ran a finger through the sticky mess.

“i didn’t cum,” you pout holding his face back to stop him from staring holes into your most private place. “why’re you staring so hard??”

“you’re tellin me, you’re this wet from kissing?” toji pushes your legs further apart to see how your pussy lips part to reveal your sticky juices coat and slid down some more. you push his face back as you groan in embarrassment.

“i was kissing … you,” you mumble quietly, and toji feels his heart pound. “ahh—toji!” your head falls back as the wind gets knocked out. his lips latched onto your clit as he licked a strip, collecting all your juices, as he sucked on your clit.

“your clits so small….no one touching you puppy?” toji groans, pushing your thighs even further apart so he can pull away and take another look at your pulsing hole. “you don’t touch yerself?”

you shake your head. your eyes flutter open, waiting for him to return, but instead his eyes stay on you. “don’t lie to me.”

he can’t know. he’ll think you’re—

“you came when I spanked you,” your heart was thumping in your ears.

“it doesn’t matter!”

“oh. but it does,” his hand comes up to grab your chin, meeting you half was, tongues playing with each other as his finger slowly slips into your mouth. “suck.” the command has your brows pinching together, opening your mouth to talk back, yet toji decides to give your inner thigh a pretty slap.

the jolt your body gives, and the slight shock has you going to respond again, this time toji decides to slap your wet pussy, and thus….

“you’re so sensitive, baby,” toji coos as he sees your body shaking and moaning. he pulls his fingers from your lips, leaning in to kiss your tears. “aw, you’re embarrassed you came from that?”

your heart was beating so fast, you hadn’t realized how sensitive your body was. but it felt like it was only really responsive to toji.

“you’re so mean,” your lips trembles, only for toji to groan, capturing your lips. you whine, opening your mouth because…fuck…you want more.

“I know, i know,” he continues to make out with you, letting his hand cup your heat, pulling a moan from your pretty lips. “I’ll make ya feel better, just relax for me, pup,” toji smiles as you hold his shoulder feeling his finger sink into your hole. your entire body seems to rise at the intrusion, especially the embarrassing squelching that only has you squeezing his finger.

“fuck, i barely have a second one in,” toji bites your lips as you pant and whimper. his thumb easily falls on your clit, pressing down on it, as your body jolts, nails grabbing his shirt desperately as he laughs lightly at your adorable reactions.

he doesn’t waste anymore time as he starts fucking his fingers into you. your back arching up as you feel a third finger push in, stretching you out even more.

“it’s—too much!” your eyes are fluttering as you pant and squirm, wanting him even deeper, as you feel the tips of his fingers start to curl and press into your sweet spot.

“too much?” toji leans into you, lips grazing your cheek as he licks your ear. “you don’t want anymore?”

you whimper at his words. shaking your head as you hold him closer.

“aw, then you’ll need to cum on my fingers or I won’t stuff you full…isn’t that what you want?” his deep voice only sent shivers straight to your pussy as you nodded. “did all that singing make ya loose your voice?” he bites your neck, a little bit deeper causing your voice to hitch. “tell me wh—“

“I want you inside me!” you finally snap, now pulling his head away from your neck as you pant, his fingers still pumping your pussy as he rolls his thumb against your clit. his eyes take in the image. the sight would have anyone fainting. the jaw dropping popstar falling apart just from his fingers…

“fucking gorgeous,” he groans, kissing your drooling lips until finally your pussy clenched around his digits. “there ya go,” he praises, your legs tremble as you try to suck his fingers in even more, pressing back. toji hums, talking you through letting your pussy spill. “want me to take a look?”

“h-hhuh?” you’re too blessed out from cumming that you couldn’t fully understand what he meant until you felt the warm wet feeling between your legs. “toji!”

your pushing his hair back, face burning with heat as he eats your mess shamelessly.

“you cum all over my fingers and you won’t let me get a taste?” he clicks his tongue, watching your face twist with embarrassment.

“it’s…” you cover your face with the back of your hands as he starts licking your clit, capturing the nub between his teeth abusing it. you’re holding his hair as he pulls away again, pushing your thighs up so he can get a good look.

“it’s getting all pink and swollen,” toji licks his scar, as he takes a forceful lick of your clit, before kissing it. “given it some attention now, eh?” he kisses your clit again and again before standing up fully, licking his fingers clean as he reaches a hand to your chin.

“toji….i came a lot,” you sigh, sitting up as toji hums.

“but?”

“I want it,” your fingers reach for his pants, finger hooking around the waistband as you tug at it. your eyes looking as if they’re about to spill tears.

“since when were you such a crybaby?” toji laughs as he brushes your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

“you’re just being selfish,” you bite his thumb.

“can you take it out for me then?” he smiles as he watches you eagerly sit up, unbuckling his belt as you pull at his zipper. “eager.”

“eager,” you mock back, making toji laugh. “toji, toji?”

toji felt his heart hammering, he was confused. how was the simple thing of calling his name, making him feel so much…emotion? you weren’t even moaning. maybe it was because you’re sweet…you are a celebrity…but he hasn’t known many celebrities as genuine as you. and you were like this during sex of all places….

“I’m excited,” you gush, pushing his pants down a bit as you look up at him eagerly, your smile was infectious.

“excited?” he quirks a brow, watching you nod.

“are you excited, too?” you feel your heart hammering, maybe that’s why you’re talking without reserve.

“I can be excited if ya want me too?” toji leans down, your brow pinching as you tilt your head up.

“don’t be so cold, you can tell me you wanna have sex,” your smile plays on your lips. “or are you too scared to admit you wanna feel me?”

fuck, you’re such a tease. where did all this confidence come from. it was hot and cold with your attitude.

“scared?” toji scoffs. your fingers dancing around the waistband of his boxers, pulling the elastic back as you maintain eye contact with the fighter.

“scared,” you pout, mocking him.

toji swears. fuck you were too much for him to handle. yet he craved it! so fucking much.

your whines were slipping into his lips as he devoured your lips. it was messy and wet, lips and tongue clashing as he groaned, holding your hand as he pressed it against his very hard cock. you moaned at the feeling, as toji guided your hand letting you palm him through his boxers.

“gonna take all of it, princess,” toji pulls for a moment, kicking his pants and boxers aside. your eyes blink repeatedly.

he was so big….and pretty. it was overwhelming, the weight of his fat cock couldn’t even make it stand fully up. his cock head was dark pink and swollen, you wanted to kiss it so badly. you wanted to let your tongue circle the slit and feel it on your face. your heart was beating in your ears at the sight of his happy trail. you’d only ever seen a slight bit of it when he’s fighting in the ring, but your clit was throbbing at the well groomed dark black hair at his base. you wanted to bury your face in it—

“y/n.” toji lightly taps your cheek. your head shoots up. “you were saying I was staring too much?”

“you’re so big,” you blurt, but don’t worry you continue talking like this, because you’re a genius… “I always get wet when I watch your matches, it’s so embarrassing, but like seeing it now—“ your words trail off as toji pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked…

“finally left ya speechless,” toji leans his head down, your breath catching in your throat as his teeth easily pull off your nipple patches. smiling at the sight of your pretty tits. “cute.”

he sucks your nipple, grinning as you immediately start moaning. nails scratching his nape as he pinches your nipples.

“toj—toji it’ll make—-ah, ugh!” toji gathered the wetness between your legs as he wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing the base before he started lathering his cock, pumping it at the sounds of your moans. he let out small groans as he sucked your other tit.

“gonna fuck you so good, you want it princess?” toji bites your tit as he presses his tip against your pussy, rubbing it through your folds. your clit catches his slit.

“mhm, want it toji, i want it inside me!” you whimper as his cock kisses your clit. “toji, put it in already.” your fingers run up and down his nape, stroking his flushed skin.

“you beggin’?” toji cocks a brow as he comes up to your face, your head tilting up as you maintain eye contact.

“I think you’re tryna hold it in,” you push. “if ya go inside me after all this teasing, you’ll cum so fast.” toji feels a snap in his vein.

“you love runnin that mouth of yours,” he can’t help the smirk as you smile. so absolutely stunning.

“I’m right,” you laugh. “it’s okay toji, take your time, I’ll wait for y—“

toji snaps his hips, his girthy cock fully pushing past your folds, filling your hole to the brim.

“you still with me, pup?” you hadn’t realized toji was tapping your cheek, drool slipping past your lips as you felt your pussy clench repeatedly, squeezing him.

“toji,” your voice was so small, suddenly grabbing him and holding him close as you guided him to your lips.

“there’s my needy pup,” he coos as you drool into his lips.

“fuck me…uh toji…toji fuc..k me,” you were definitely begging now.

“can’t say no to you,” toji grabs the bottom of your thighs, pressing his big hands up as you hold his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles. “fuck, relax, baby, I’m not fully in yet.” toji bites your bottom lip, your eyes wide at what he’d said. he wasn’t fully in?!???

toji was kissing you nonstop, taking your mind off the absolute stretch he was causing between your legs. you felt him so deep inside you, was he all in? he had to be!

“good girl,” he smiles, pulling his hips back watching your pussy try to clench his tip until he’s snapping his hips back in. you don’t think you’ve ever felt so full. toji had complete control of your body. the squelching of your juices and the thapping of his body hitting yours had tears leaking out.

“toji…so deep—ah uh uh!” your head was dizzy, “faster, faster,” you were a babbling mess. you couldn’t even hear your words before it was slipping out.

“fucking greedy, shiit,” toji dropped his head to rest against yours as he picked up his pace. you were already sore from the concert, but now you were completely exhausted, but the pleasure was too good. “ya like it, puppy? mmp, fuckin…snap my dick off, you’re so tight,” toji was groaning more than usual. it was definitely because of that look on your face.

“toji,” your lips ghosts over his as you licked him, smiling once he opened his mouth sticking his tongue out for you. “I told ya, ah, told ya, you’d fall apart inside me.”

the man was shocked. he couldn’t believe even as he’s fucking you, still trying to fully bottom out, you had this bratty attitude. “wanna bet?” toji captured your lips in a messy kiss as his thumb came down twisting your clit.

your body jumped, legs flying in the air as tears leaked from your eyes. “toj—cum—gon’ ahh cum!” your legs were shaking as your pussy clenched, gushing around the fighter’s unrelenting cock.

“atta girl, aww keep cumming—fuck you’re so fucking good,” toji was snapping his hips, watching the mess you were making on his abs splash even more and trickle down his legs. “so cute.” he kissed your forehead as you whimpered, nails digging into his biceps as he pushed your thighs higher up.

“toji,” your whiney voice had him grunting, you were a handful. yet he still allowed your lips to feverish leave sloppy kisses all over his mouth. it was adorable. cute puppy.

“gonna, fuck, cum,” toji pants, suddenly lifting your entire body off the dresser as he held you up. the wind knocking out of you as he dropped you fully on his huge cock. “fuck!” the wet tight grip you had on his entire cock almost had his eyes fully rolling back.

toji didn’t waste a second to fuck up into your messy hole. his hand coming down on your ass as you cried, squeezing him. “need ya to squirt on me puppy. cmon, ya like making a mess pretty girl,” toji bit your bottom lip as you moaned, eyes filling with tears at the overstimulation. another hand slapping your pretty ass as you mewled and squealed.

“i like it, toji, fucking me so so uh so good,” you’re holding his shoulders desperately. “toji…uh ahh!” the chants of his name was like music to his ears. was better than a full stadium cheering for him. your panting and cries and the constant slaps of your ass hitting his thighs was only making his balls heavier. “ah!” your eyes were rolling back as you felt toji only get bigger. “tooj..”

“takin’ it so well,” toji grunts. you felt like his little cock sleeve the way he manhandled you, fucking up into you without a break. the squelching had your head spinning, creamy white ring sliding down toji’s cock as he continued to pump you.

you were moaning against his lips. your stomach coiling as you felt the stimulation slowly start to push you closer and closer, until it finally snapped. your mouth fell open, pussy clamping down unbelievably tight as you gushed around him.

“shit! give it to me, puppy,” toji groaned as the pressure of your pussy squirting had his cock only growing. “keep going,” toji hums, managing to pull out of your grip to continue his pace, elongating your pleasure. your eyes were crossed, tongue hanging out, causing a chuckle to ring against your lips as toji kissing your tongue. giving your ass a good slap. you were desperately clinging onto him as he panted, muscles flexing under you.

“inside me, toji uh” toji was groaning.

“don’t…fuck, don’t,” he was trying to hold back. he didn’t know why. he’s always been okay with letting his load fill em if they begged for it. and you were most certainly begging for it. yet, he didn’t want to…it wasn’t the same….you deserved—

the feeling was much more overwhelming. the build up was different and—he felt his abs flex, fingers digging into your ass.

“want your cum toji….mmph please, pleasee, uh ah tojii—“ your voice was too sweet. whispering and squealing in his ear, his cock already drenched in your mess. your soft chanting of his name only had him swearing over and over.

“ffuckk — yer gon’a take it all then,” his cock was squelching as his tip pounded against your sweet spot. your thighs trembling as you clenched around him feeling his veins against your pussy walls. his balls sticky with your slick.

“cum toji, cum cum,” fuck, you were going to be the death of him! his balls constrict as his cock twitched, and the first spurts of his cum squirted inside you. your lips fell open as you held the sides of his neck, your thumbs pressing under his chin as toji’s jaw fell open unexpectedly. a pink flush dusting his cheeks as he continued to spill his heavy white load inside your welcoming pussy hole, panting as his abs clenched, pushing more ropes of thick cum out.

“you’re cumming so much, toji,” you pant, praising him the way he did with you. a cheeky smile painting your lips. a dark chuckle rings against your skin as his mouth presses against your jaw.

“aren’t ya cheeky?” his hand comes down on your ass, as his large palms grasp your cheeks, pulling them apart as he held you close, giving slow dragged out thrusts milking even more spurts from his thick cock. “good fucking girl…”

you were practically purring in his ear as the quiet whimpers had your body trembling. toji gently set you back on the dresser, his body caving into you as he littered your neck with sloppy kisses. his body heaving over you as you felt his cock shake inside you, still feeling more cum spilling from his cock.

“you’re filling me up,” you blush hot pink inside. you felt like you were soaring as toji hums, coming up to your lips. your fingers caressing his shoulders and neck, as he slowly rolls his lower body, cum already oozing out of your pussy, too overfilled.

“say thank you,” he licks his scar, still catching his breath as he groans just a bit, standing up. your hands slide down to his biceps as he caresses your body. palm laying on your swollen tummy. his cheeks are flushed, coming down from his high as his thigh shakes for a second.

he was not going to admit how fucking good it was to come inside you. he’s not some college kid. instead he slowly pulls out. you give out a few whimpers, a full body tremble as he squeezed your sides in reassurance.

“thank you.”

his eyes widen. heart unintentionally skipping a beat as he meets your longing gaze. his softening cock was drenched stupid, his dark black pubes soaked and your pussy was pulsing as his cum oozed out your hole in warm white globs.

his body slowly leaned closer to you. fingers tilting your adorable chin up watching your eyes sparkle at the sight of his soft smile.

“I wish we didn’t do that.”

you felt a lump form in your throat. his lips were soft as he pressed them against your own. not sloppy, no tongue, just a kiss.

“you deserve a proper first date,” he smiles, but it quickly stops as his eyes widen seeing your eyes filled with unshed tears.

“wh-why did you say it like that??” you were suddenly crying, catching him completely off-guard as he quickly pulled you into a hug.

“shit, puppy,” he caressed the back of your head as you sobbed. “such a crybaby.”

it took awhile for you to clean up. whining and huffing as he told you to keep his cum inside. but he was allowed to clean off his dick. “you begged for it. don’t waste it then, or you’re not gonna get anymore.” your mouth was shut. toji could only burst laughing.

“why’re you laughing at me?!” he hadn’t realized he doesn’t usually laugh, but in this last hour or so, you’ve had him laughing nonstop. your bratty attitude and suddenly your adorable reactions, it was like night and day and he was feeding off it.

“no reason.” your cheeks puff as he hands you your clothes, letting you continue getting dressed. you wear the outfit left out for you, thigh high leather boots. black skirt and top fit with a corset and….

“you wanna catch a cold?” toji brushes your hair, letting his leather jacket cover you up fully.

the moment you stepped out the room and started heading out, your manager was firing questions about what took you so long. ranting about next weeks show, along with a list of to do’s and the car waiting out back. but she quickly stopped once she saw toji trailing behind you.

“what’s he still doing here??” she whispered in your ear, looking over at him with wide eyes. he glanced for a second and immediately had her looking away.

“toji, he said he was my biggest fan!” you gush, squealing.

“did not,” he meets your glare. “what?”

“huh?!” you take a step towards him, only to be met with his hand holding your jaw, fingers adorably squishing your cheeks together as he still sees the startled look in your eyes.

“It’s gonna be fun tamming this attitude of yours.”

you’re left speechless after that. toji had to stifle a laugh as you strutted ahead, whipping your hair in his face. your heels clicked on the ground, and toji had to bit his cheek or he would’ve made a comment about your slight limp. instead he trailed close behind, keeping a watchful eye in case you fall.

your manager walked out first, and outside a group of security was already waiting to escort you out, because the moment your foot hit the pavement the camera flashes and fans screaming hit you.

you were slightly startled, your mind occupied by what toji had just said. toji looks up in irritation, lowering his cap as he steps out following you. he’s ready to do what he always does: ignore press and head to the car—

“hi, thank you so much!” your sweet voice has him looking up. you were by the barricades, signing autographs and leaning over to take pictures. your eyes were heavy, and he knew you were tired, so why did you…

“y/n! y/n! y/n!” your mind was overstimulated, so much was going on, but you tried your very hardest to meet as many fans as you could. thanking them for the flowers, fan art, bracelets.

toji stood a few feet away. the veins on his arms flexing as he watched fans shove and push each other. it wasn’t anything new. he’s used to it. but now it was happening to you. so many different people shouting at you. hands reaching out to touch you, they’re like animals—

“y/n, let’s go,” his hand was on you lower back, body leaning down to speak into your ear. “cmon.”his cap covered his eyes, just so you could look over you shoulder to meet them. his gaze immediately softening at the look.

“okay,” you smile gently. turning back and thanking the fans again. toji kept his hand on your back as he led you to the car. your paces evenly matched, his shoulders wide as your hips swayed beautifully.

“is that toji zenin?” one fan comments. “there was something on y/n’s neck…” suddenly phones are flashing off and tweets are being sent out in waves.

“tojiiii,” you’re already whining again in the car. leaning over his arm as you pressed your face into his bicep. you were crying about the bruise forming on your leg from falling on stage. “can you make it better?”

toji sighs, your legs thrown over his lap to show him the bruise. it was turning a dark blue on your knee. his big hand gently laid atop and caressed circles. it seems to calm you down as you held his arm in your lap, breath going even.

you were adorable. annoying. but cute. because seconds later you were knocked out. and your cute lips were parted as you clung onto the fighter. he didn’t mind this. not at all.

even when he gently stroked your cheek as he laid you down in your hotel suite. lips hovering over your lips. “did ya have fun carrying me?”

fucking tease.

“I didn’t want you showing’ everyone how much yer limpin’ from getting stuffed full of dick.” his vulgar words always seem to knock the wind out of you as you look away. covering your face. “aren’tchu cute,” toji laughs. “ya still stuffed with my cum?”

your ears sting as you answer him with a hum. arms stretching for him, pulling him in for a hug. his body falling between your open legs, but catching himself on the bed, careful not to drop his entire weight on you.

“i like you, toji,” your whisper is so soft. gentle. “i like you a lot, a lot.” your hand caresses the back of his hair, almost like reassuring him that you mean it. even your heart is calming as his warmth consumes you.

he’s quiet.

but his body…slowly leans closer to you.

he wouldn’t mind telling you more about him. he knows you don’t know much other than what all his other fans have seen. but hearing those words from you felt…nice. he does wish he treated you better when you first tried to meet him. he wished he took you out on a proper date instead of just fucking you in a dressing room like he did with every other person who’s thrown themselves on him. but still…after all that, it felt okay.

your body holding his fit. your fingers caressing his dark black hair made his chest warm. his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck, which he’s never felt compelled to do, felt needed.

“toji.” the way his name rolled off your pretty lips didn’t carry weight. you weren’t whining, or asking him for something. you were simply saying it just say it. to know that he’s with you.

he didn’t mind falling asleep as you held him. or the soft words you gently whispered in your tired state.

he didn’t mind waking up beside someone. feeling their warm, her warmth, draw him closer. his arms securely pulling her against him. a deep sigh escaping his lips as he felt her own arm lay over his. it was nice.

her neck gently turning over so her lips can brush his. his own seemed to gravitate immediately. soft kisses were nice, her fingers gently caressing his neck as he let her fully turn over, her arm slowly wrapping around his shoulder, letting him deepen the kiss. you were humming, his tongue played with yours, till he pulled away. deep breath escaping as his eyes looked over your face.

“what?” your ears were heating up as he looked at you. “stop staring, I didn’t take off my makeup last night! it’s all smudged and shit,” you covered your face.

“most of it came off when yesterday when you were crying,” toji pressed his head over your hands. your cheeks felt so warm, heart beating even louder because fuck. he was still here. you felt like it was a dream. maybe you really were annoying and he’d leave before you woke. or maybe he just wanted to have sex again—

you couldn’t be imagining this. he was nice. he was really nice. and you liked him a lot.

“I like you toji,” you mumbled over your hands. body squirming as toji ran his hands on your sides, nudging his face deeper in your hands, kisses pressing over them.

“I know.”

“I like you so much,” you felt so stupid, but also you kept saying it.

“I know,” he smiles. hands finally falling from your face. you felt your breath hitch.

his dark green eyes were soft…

“gimme a kiss,” you couldn’t help smiling, lips kissing his over and over. his arm wrapping around you as he held your close, humming.

it was a miracle both of you hadn’t heard your phones going off, or else you’d have seen the multiple headlines and the trending hashtags about your recent concert. some people even claiming to have seen you kissing the mma fighter once you got into the car.

u better go back and open every link I put in this fic. the only reason I posted it was bc some of u still think it’s not ur problem. It’s not a problem to read fics, I’m just saying u can ALSO open the LINKS too!

[kenyukisser]

CONCERT KISS ☾

mma toji finds out a fan at his match is a famous popstar ….maybe he’ll go to her concert ;)

tags — nsfw, mean toji, crazy fans, unprotected, spit kink, creampie, size kink, MAJOR brat taming, dumbification, breeding, cum dump, squirting, protective toji, pet names (puppy, sweetheart, spanking, oral (f!receiving), fingering, soft toji, toji cums a lot :p

notes — it’s insane how many ppl asked for mma!toji x popstar!reader, so here u go!

how could he have known? minutes before his match some random fan was waiting outside his lockerroom, what else could he have done?

“ow—“ the small yelp from knocking over the girl suddenly had his eyes looking down.

“who’re you? where’s my team?” his voice was cold, he’d just walked into the room when he heard a knock on the door. still wearing his hoodie and sweats, he needed to warm up, and for some odd reason his team was taking too long to bring in his things.

“I’m not a worker,” you quickly blurt, clearly flustered, considering you were still on the ground, yet your eyes were as bright as stars.

“how the fuck did you pass through security?” toji squints down, he didn’t have time for this. the cheering from the crowded stadium echoed through the long hallway as other workers were rushing around.

“i just…passed through?” you bite your cheek nervously, your eyes couldn’t help but continue looking over the famous athlete. even though he was wearing just a black set, he was so big. his shoulders were huge, his eyes were as green as they were on tv. and the scar was much deeper in person. you always wondered how he got it—

“fuckin’ fans,” toji rubs his face, your eyes go wide as you feel yourself being lifted, standing back on your feet. your body is too stunned, eyes gazing up at the fighter, he was so close! he smelled so good! you wonder if he showered before the match. your cheeks were heating up just at the not so appropriate thoughts. even though he’d let go of you a long time ago, you were still dreaming about how easily he’d lifted you back on your feet.

“hey!—“ your lips part, blinking quickly. fuck! did you just space out!

“oh, I was just wondering if you showered?”

….

“huh?” your face was frozen. what the fuck did you just say?! huhhhhhhh????? toji was staring at you with the biggest, what the fuck, face ever. he definitely thinks you’re a pervert!

“y—“

“you don’t have to answer that!” you quickly blurt, toji pinched his nose. where’s his team? why is he dealing with this? “am I bothering you?”

“yes,” you felt your stomach drop. “where the fuck are they,” toji walks past you, not before glancing over his shoulder, his eyes taking a moment to look you over. not bad. “get out before I call security.”

well that didn’t go so well. your face fell into your hands as you dragged your feet to the stadium. completely defeated.

“how’d it go?”

“huh?” toji glares up at his manager, shiu.

“what do you mean huh? how’d the meet with y/n go? one of the singers from the pop group?” shiu looks up from his phone, watching a nonchalant toji sitting on the bench as his coach massages his arms, loosening up the muscles.

“who?” toji stretches his neck, a low groan slipping as he tries to focus on relaxing. his muscles did tend to tense up before a match.

“the popstar. remember I told you she would stop by before the match,” shiu looks as toji’s eyes stare off…

“she didn’t show,” he throws, unbothered as he stands up. he would’ve known if an uppty egotistical popstar was bouncing around in the halls demanding to see him.

“shit, really?” shiu rubs his jaw, looking back at his phone. “her manager told me she checked through security,” he mutters.

the stadium was on their feet. people holding up posters, some waving red green black and white flags, men yelling, girls screaming, people jumping, drinking, laughing—everyone was in high spirits. one of the biggest matches of the year was going down, the suspense has been building up for months!

“you didn’t see him?” your manager yelled beside you, your hands were popping chocolates into your mouth, as you sat in the front row.

“um…” your mouth was stuffed with chocolates, somehow still flustered and embarrassed about what happened earlier. “no.”

“I swore they told me you could go in, he wasn’t there?” your manager was on her phone looking over her messages as you swallowed the chocolates.

“I think he was busy,” your manager looks over at you, her brows pinched for a moment until the announcer suddenly called your name. your eyes shifting to the screens that displayed you, along with your name as audiences went crazy.

your smile was automatic as you waved at the camera, putting peace sign up. the audience applauding even louder, as you laughed lightly, they didn’t have to stay on you that long. finally they switched over to another athlete that was in the audience also wearing a watermelon shirt, the camera went through the guests that came.

you’ve been a fan for years, watching on your phone when you were just starting to get famous. it wasn’t news that you were a fan of mma. constantly talking about how much you love it in interviews.

“and the person you’ve all been waiting for—!” the stadium bursts, already screaming before the most well known and talented fighter of the century, “TTTOOOOOOJJJJJIIIIIIIII!”

it was hard for you not to start screaming as well. flustered when cameras continued to shift from you and the other guests. you felt like you were in a dream…as if your mind was pretending this was your first encounter with the fighter and whatever happened earlier was just a nightmare.

it was the best night of your life. probably better than when you first debuted, definitely better than your first interview, or getting a million followers—none of it could compare to this night.

the “ows” and “ohmygods” were just filtering through your lips. your face was full of expression, reacting to every jab, every kick, every counter, and every grapple—you were absolutely mesmerized, eyes bright as stars that when the match was over you had practically lost your voice.

toji was yelling over his opponent as he pounded his firm sweaty chest, spitting some blood as the cameras came flooding into the cage. the referee holding toji’s arm up in the air. “fuck he’s so hot,” you mutter to yourself.

everyone was screaming, you were bouncing on your feet as journalists flooded the cage, your eyes stayed on toji. you hadn’t realized what was happening until toji was standing beside you.

“y/n, give us a smile!” a photographer was shouting, you were already smiling big, giving a peace sign, the usual smile you gave fans and how you were on stage, was nothing like this smile. you were absolutely beaming.

your breath hitched as you felt his body suddenly lean on you. the exhaustion from the fight flushing over him, your hand almost instinctively came up tried your best to keep him steady. the heat from his body was overwhelming, your heart beating louder as you heard his panting close to your head.

“sorry,” he mutters close to your ear, pulling away after the pictures are taken and his manager is dragging him to the other celebrity guests to greet. you were frozen, cheeks burning with heat as you looked at your manager.

“d-did—“

“I recorded it all,” she already cut you off giggling as she held up her phone. you started giggling and jumping as well, as if you weren’t some celebrity as well. but in your eyes, athletes are probably the closest things to super-humans. when players would pose after winning or scoring goals, they were on top of the world! it was incredible and now—

“I think I can die now, I don’t think anything will ever be better than this.”

toji was getting treated by his medical team as shiu was answering calls left and right. his team trying desperately to push the journalists back as they all started screaming questions into the lockerroom.

“are you dating y/n!?” toji glanced over, his lips ready to answer with a who?, until shiu stepped over, pushing them aside and finally slamming the door shut.

“speaking of, her manager gave me extra tickets to her concert,” shiu handed toji the extra ticket.

“I haven’t even met this girl. she just handin these things out for free?” toji dropped it on his lap.

“you just met her?” shiu looked at toji with a seriously? “she was in the front row—“ shiu gave up, as he quickly opened his phone and opened twitter, turning it around.

“her?!” toji suddenly exclaimed, catching the entire room off guard. he looked at the picture that was taken just minutes ago, along with the multiple clips of her reactions throughout the fight. his mind immediately remembering the interaction from before the match.

“she’s a huge fan, some fans are also outside to get a look at her,” shiu went back on his phone, exiting out of the multiple pictures that have been reposted of toji and you.

“oh fuck,” toji didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. how was he supposed to know you were you? you were just standing there saying weird ass shit, it’s not his fault he was rude to you. but then why is he laying in his hotel suite scrolling mindlessly on his phone, opening every single tab that had your name.

Wikipedia, Instagram, YouTube—he doesn’t even use social media, shiu mainly handles it to advertise his fights, rarely does toji ever post anything himself. yet here he is, using the account to look through your page. over 70m followers…were you really that famous….

he began to realize how addicting it was to stalk people. or maybe it was just you. it was entertaining, shifting from instagram to youtube, to other pages to see clips from interviews.

he couldn’t help himself. especially when he’d happened to stumble on a old interview and his name coming from your pretty lips over and over and over again, gave him a certain feeling. toji is the craziest. toji’s fight was soooo insane. toji is hands down the greatest fighter of all time! one of the other girls in your old pop group commenting “here we go again.”

if he hadn’t seen you last night, he would’ve thought you weren’t a fan anymore since you don’t publicly fangirl over him, it was only that interview, yet…

his eyes glanced over at the concert ticket. it wasn’t his fault you acted like a complete idiot…but he did feel his own pride swell just a bit. the way you acted in front of him versus how you were as a celebrity was so completely different.

maybe he wanted to see you because he wanted the reaction again… besides it was a convenient coincidence that your concert was in less than a week, in the same venue as his fight. he can push his plane ticket back a week.

your head was resting back as you were getting your makeup done, the outfits were lined on the rack as people were flooding in and out of the room. your manager yelling and running like a headless chicken. concert days were always this chaotic, which was always the worst fucking part—at least in your opinion. you just wanted to skip to the part where you’re already on stage.

“I got this!” you yell as you bounce on your feet as you start getting dressed in the first outfit.

“what?!” your manager is suddenly shrieking beside you as your making your way backstage, your entrance in a couple seconds.

“what? what’s wrong??” you’re always on edge minutes before your entrance—you don’t like it when she yells—

“I don’t know if you’ll piss yourself?” your manager looks at you with big eyes, you can’t read her at all—you’ve never seen that kinda look on her face.

“I don’t wanna piss myself,” you mutter back. “don’t look at me like that!”

“I can’t—I’m sorry I’m gonna say it—“

“don’t say it!” you’re shrieking, the audience was going crazy waiting for you.

“sorry!” she’s apologizing?!

“no!” your stomach was churning, you didn’t want to know, after the concert is always better. you didn’t want to hear it, so when your cue started, you’re already sprinting on stage. the stadium was all dark as you took your position.

the music started going, the audience was silent, phones out, and the moment the beat started, the lights blasted and your voice boomed.

“WHAT’S UP EVERYONE!”

the entire stadium bursted ten times louder as you started singing. you were running in and out with each song and new outfit each time. you weren’t just singing, but dancing too.

his eyes followed every spin, every stop, every outfit change. you were on a completely different universe, the stage elevating how much power you held. maybe he understands why people are screaming and crying beside him. the cunt poppy attitude you had onstage was like nothing else. it was far different then the you he met at his fight. you’d worn casual clothes, but your outfits her were much more revealing and edgy. maybe he understood what had girls creaming their panties in the audience.

sweat beaded down your pretty head. fans tossed flowers, candies, chocolates as they cried.

as you danced, you’d smile at fans, wave in between lyrics. you were an absolute star. the stadium was packed and the fans holding flags and were singing word for word.

you always feel like you’re on the best high when you’re on stage. it was the best feeling ever as you felt your heart beating in your ears and the attention was even more intoxicating. the energy was so intense and euphoric, you absolutely loved it. especially the fans—

your breath hitched.

what’s…

you felt your foot misstep as you fell during a turn. the dancers still going as fans start cheering for you to stand up, some yelling are you okay.

what’s…what’s he doing here?!

the devilish smirk that played on his lips, waving at you, just sent your heart throbbing, your thighs clenching, and your lips drying. your eyes were bright as you felt your stomach burst with butterflies, a sudden heat stinging your ears.

you quickly got back on your feet, your mask returning as you continued the song, the crowd applauding you.

Toji’s hand came up to his mouth, laughing. the startled look on your face when you noticed him in the crowd, it was too cute. everyone was screaming, loving the absolute unwavering confidence you excude on stage. the attitude sharper than a knife…yet… you were the complete opposite when toji was there.

you thanked the audience as they started crying now that the concert was over. you were waving like crazy as you made your way backstage.

“get these outfits off of me,” you gasp, absolutely exhausted as dancers and crew all shuffle backstage.

“you did so great!” your manager hands you a towel, as you wipe some sweat. your heart was hammering, your chest heaving as you looked over your shoulder back at the stage.

“he was here,” you whisper, still shocked. “toji was here.” the audience was so loud that your manager couldn’t hear anything as she escorted you to the dressing room.

“we have to leave the stadium, or fans will start trying to get in,” she shouts, asking your dresser to help you change.

you were too stunned to move. your brain only flashing the glimpse you got of the fighter. was it just your delusions? it had to be. there was no way he would come, especially with your first impression.

“y/n, he’s waiting outside the room!” your manager suddenly barged in. her face pink as she shouted, not bothering to hide the weight of her words.

but it seemed like you had even less of a brain because why did you sprint towards the door, ripping it open and locking eyes with the fighter. the fighter who shamelessly let his eyes drift down to rack up your practically nude body, you just had nipple patches on, and a very thin white thong easily showcasing your bare thighs.

“toji!” your face was bursting with joy. “you came!”

he grins, not expecting you to be so hyper. it was definitely the adrenaline high. he practically strolled backstage, it seemed like everyone paved the path for him. “you seem jumpy.”

“I’m really happy,” you were practically seeing hearts as you stared up at the man. your heart was beating in your ears, as you felt your body overheating. he was so attractive, he still has some bandages on his cheek from his fight. his eyes were so pretty, you felt your body getting burn.

“you stare too much, princess,” he taps your chin up, your lips parting as you stared at him even more. toji gently rubs his thumb on your chin. you were so easy to play with. the way your cute body almost purred, leaning into him like a little puppy. “you’re not gonna reply?”

“I am,” you sigh, silently swaying in place. it’s been a long couple weeks touring, and this concert was just as tiring. but toji was here—

“I’m so sorry, sir!” your manager suddenly came running out, throwing a towel over your body, shielding you from the fighters predatory eyes. “she’s just tired from the show and ran out!”

your face stung red. suddenly burying your face in the towel, you’re so embarrassing! how could you just run out like that—

“y/n, we need to go over the schedule for next week and run through some logistics—“ your manager continued rambling, listing off the amount of shit you needed to get done. your mind was hazy as you nodded, barely conscious as toji stood there, eyes somehow catching your movements a bit closely, especially when you accidentally started leaning backwards. his body subtly moved around pressing his arm gently to your back, keeping you upright.

your manager thankfully received a message from her walkie and quickly ran away saying she needed to deal with some security problems. leaving you to finally breathe.

“that was a fucking headache to hear,” toji comments, you somehow hadn’t realized he’d been keeping you up until now.

“oh, liya, she just likes being prepared,” you smile so easily, your lips soft even though your entire body is unbelievably exhausted. “oh sorry,” you quickly pull away from toji, only for your balance to waver again and his arm is once again holding you up, this time his arm completely wraps around your waist. “sorry,” you cringe.

“take it easy….don’t worry,” he easily guides you back to the dressing room. your eyes are shining as you hold his arm, cheeks hot. toji wondered, was it because he stalked you last night that he doesn’t mind taking care of you? you were objectively attractive, but for some reason he found you more attractive now, then when you were on stage.

“thanks, you’re pretty nice,” your body freezes. “wait! I didn’t mean it in a backhanded kinda way!”

toji laughs.

your heart skips a beat at the sound. he grabs a water bottle and opens it for you.

“have you eaten?” his hand gently brushes your hair back as you chug the water, eyes not leaving his, so adorably. not realizing you’d been a bit dehydrated. you shake your head. lips parting as water drops down from your chin to your tits. toji hums as he swipes his thumb against your chin, as he eyes your slipping nipple patches.

“I’m a bit hungry, if you wanna join me?” he tilts his head, watching as you open and close your mouth. the way his scar twitched up only had your pussy dripping.

“you wanna get dinner with me?” you can’t help but smile too, a little bit flirty. the confidence slowly fading in.

“that’s what I just said, princess,” he taps your chin up, only causing your smirk to grow wider as you lean in to his touch. he gently held your chin between his fingers, laughing. “fucking minx, go change so we can leave.”

“okay!” you pop, twirling out of his hold before looking over your shoulder and giving him a smile that his eyes widening...his heart just jumped.

toji rubbed his face pulling his cap off as he moved to sit on the couch, tossing his jacket beside him, suddenly hearing a loud thud behind him.

“ow,” you quietly yelp.

“need help?” he teased, but it still had you flustered. you’d tripped and fell, and toji’s eyes slightly darkened at the sight between your legs. his hands were already mimicking what he’d done days ago. lifting you up back to your feet. “always falling on yer knees for me.”

“don’t flatter yourself,” you look away, so completely embarrassed, especially because this time his hand stayed on your bare skin and you could feel how big his hands are.

“ah you’re talking back more and more,” he laughs, “you getting comfortable with me?” your lips part as you look back at toji.

“maybe I’m just tired,” you hum, chin tilted up so adorably toji almost understood why your fans cry. “it’s been a long month,” you give a dramatic sigh as you let your full body weight fall onto the fighter. “why don’t you take care of me?”

toji starts laughing even louder, it was easy playing with you…holding you. his hands slid down to your thighs and lifted you up. your arms wrapped around his neck, as he walks you to the dresser.

“getting more spoiled by the second. you really are a popstar,” he teases as you laugh with him, dramatically letting him manhandle you.

“I had to hold you up after your little fight, the least you can do is show me the same courtesy,” you say with a teasing shrug, your tits moving up as toji sat you down.

“little,” he quirks a brow, placing his hands on the side as he tilts his head. your arms cross, involuntarily squeezing your pretty tits together as you rub your chin. you’re really testing him.

“ya little fight, I mean I get bigger fights in my concerts,” you joke, remembering multiple times security has to break up fights between fans in the crowd during concerts.

“where’d all this confidence come from sweetheart?” toji is standing between your legs as his big arms also cross, mimicking you. his tshirt tightening around his biceps making your legs close. “what’s wrong?” he knows exactly what’s going on when you tried to squeeze against him.

“nothing,” you blurt, trying to keep your composure, because right now this was a battle. who was going to break first?

“are you sure, sweetheart?” toji licks at his scar as an arm uncrossed to come down and feel the skin of your thighs. goosebumps erupting in its path as you felt your heart throb between your legs.

“I would say the same to you….you like teasing me, toji? …… it’s telling,” your arms situate behind you as your legs seductively go up the back of his thighs. your back arching as he gets a full look at you….fuck.

“you’re starting something here,” his hands massage your thighs, your heat consuming him as he sees the wet patch of your panties sticking to your folds.

“did i really start it though?” you say with a tilt of your head. tongue swiping at your pulp wet lips. toji couldn’t deny that his cock was throbbing. especially as he leaned in, lips grazing yours.

“what’s the game?” he feels your breath slowly hitch. “you playing with me…making me all hot down there,” he grins at the way your body arches even more, trying to press closer to him. “it’s pretty hard sweetheart, but you’re practically dripping through those see through panties of yours.” toji smiles as he hears you whimper so softly.

“I’m not dripping,” you pant, feeling his lips barely touch yours. you were so adorably swaying your lips to feel his just teasingly graze yours, pulling back ever so often so you wouldn’t fully feel him.

“you lying to me?” his voice sounded much deeper now, running all the way down south.

“am i?” fuck, you had him, you had him because he no longer could stop his lips from crashing into yours.

your whimpers slipped easily as you felt his tongue immediately start playing with yours. your lips parting allowing him to grasp your thighs as he pressed himself between your legs, feeling your fingers come up to grasp his hair, almost hugging him as he bit your bottom lip.

toji kissed you over and over. you felt dizzy, you’ve never been kissed like this before. you’ve never been kissed by someone who was so hungry. it was a bit hypocritical of you to say when he pulled away and you were the one panting, tongue almost hanging out.

“what’s wrong, puppy?” toji pants lightly, thumb pressing down on your lip letting your tongue hang out even more. “cute.” he licks your tongue, sucking. your pussy fluttering at the wet mess that spills in your mouth as you feel a glob of his spit. toji hums in delight as you swallow, immediately latching your lips back to his. your pretty nails scratching the nape of his neck, as he shoves his tongue tasting more of you.

his hands knead your thighs, until he’s kissing down your neck. your head tilts back, hitting the mirror as toji sucks bruises along your flushed skin.

“toji…toji…” your cute little pants of his name eggs him on. it was adorable seeing how you quietly chant his name and play with his hair.

“you alright, sweetheart?” toji teases, “you wanna tell me what you want?” he kisses the tops of your squishy tits, smiling at how your body flinches. so sensitive.

“do i haveta say?” you huff, stroking his hair as his eyes meet your pretty ones. you felt your heart skip a beat as you see how dark his eyes are. he looked so pretty, his dark hair falling over his eyes. “keep touching me.”

“where?—op”

his eyes widen. startled when you suddenly kiss him, again. your holding his face kissing his pretty lips. toji didn’t know why he wasn’t expecting that, maybe because his experience has told him that it was easy for women to listen to him—

“you’re so cute,” you mutter against his lips, staring back at his unexpectedly wide eyes.

he takes a moment, before laughing. his cheeks were slightly flushed. his whole attention right now was on you. how could your words be so soft, and warm, but your body had him bursting in his pants.

“is that all i can get?” he whispered, so quietly into your lips. his voice was teasing and playful. he bit your bottom lip as you whimpered, a smile playing on both your lips.

“you tell me, what do you want to do,” you almost burst laughing as toji gives you a raised brow, shaking his head.

“you can’t keep throwing my own questions back,” he drops his head, biting your neck, you yelp, holding his head. toji groans as your tits press up into his face. you whimper only to feel your entire body getting raised up, and an arm circling down, grabbing a handle full of your ass. “don’t ask someone with no restraint what they can do.”

“what can you even do, huh?”

toji swore under his breath, hand coming down on your ass. “fucking tease.”

your arms were holding his shoulders desperately as toji spanked your pretty ass, his eyes flicking to the mirror to watch his hand make a pretty print against the flesh. what he found more entertaining was the blissed out look in your eyes.

“you like getting spanked?” his head pulls back to look at your face, kissing your lips as you whine.

“never been spanked before,” you mumble against his lips, caressing his cheek as you whine, lapping at his lips like a little puppy.

“is that what’s making ya all wet?” he coos, finding it surprisingly adorable that you were getting so turned on just from getting your pretty ass slapped. you bury your face in his neck, “what? that’s making you all shy?” you groan. “running around with your tits out wasn’t embarrassing?”

“stop teasing me! just take care of it,” you huff against his skin, biting him back.

“shit,” he jumps, laughing as he strokes your neck, the other setting you back on the dresser. your lips part, as you feel his body slide down. “did you cum?”

you felt your cheeks flood with heat as you watched the toji zenin staring at your bare pussy, your thong hooked around his thumb as he held it to the side. his lips were parted in slight surprise as he ran a finger through the sticky mess.

“i didn’t cum,” you pout holding his face back to stop him from staring holes into your most private place. “why’re you staring so hard??”

“you’re tellin me, you’re this wet from kissing?” toji pushes your legs further apart to see how your pussy lips part to reveal your sticky juices coat and slid down some more. you push his face back as you groan in embarrassment.

“i was kissing … you,” you mumble quietly, and toji feels his heart pound. “ahh—toji!” your head falls back as the wind gets knocked out. his lips latched onto your clit as he licked a strip, collecting all your juices, as he sucked on your clit.

“your clits so small….no one touching you puppy?” toji groans, pushing your thighs even further apart so he can pull away and take another look at your pulsing hole. “you don’t touch yerself?”

you shake your head. your eyes flutter open, waiting for him to return, but instead his eyes stay on you. “don’t lie to me.”

he can’t know. he’ll think you’re—

“you came when I spanked you,” your heart was thumping in your ears.

“it doesn’t matter!”

“oh. but it does,” his hand comes up to grab your chin, meeting you half was, tongues playing with each other as his finger slowly slips into your mouth. “suck.” the command has your brows pinching together, opening your mouth to talk back, yet toji decides to give your inner thigh a pretty slap.

the jolt your body gives, and the slight shock has you going to respond again, this time toji decides to slap your wet pussy, and thus….

“you’re so sensitive, baby,” toji coos as he sees your body shaking and moaning. he pulls his fingers from your lips, leaning in to kiss your tears. “aw, you’re embarrassed you came from that?”

your heart was beating so fast, you hadn’t realized how sensitive your body was. but it felt like it was only really responsive to toji.

“you’re so mean,” your lips trembles, only for toji to groan, capturing your lips. you whine, opening your mouth because…fuck…you want more.

“I know, i know,” he continues to make out with you, letting his hand cup your heat, pulling a moan from your pretty lips. “I’ll make ya feel better, just relax for me, pup,” toji smiles as you hold his shoulder feeling his finger sink into your hole. your entire body seems to rise at the intrusion, especially the embarrassing squelching that only has you squeezing his finger.

“fuck, i barely have a second one in,” toji bites your lips as you pant and whimper. his thumb easily falls on your clit, pressing down on it, as your body jolts, nails grabbing his shirt desperately as he laughs lightly at your adorable reactions.

he doesn’t waste anymore time as he starts fucking his fingers into you. your back arching up as you feel a third finger push in, stretching you out even more.

“it’s—too much!” your eyes are fluttering as you pant and squirm, wanting him even deeper, as you feel the tips of his fingers start to curl and press into your sweet spot.

“too much?” toji leans into you, lips grazing your cheek as he licks your ear. “you don’t want anymore?”

you whimper at his words. shaking your head as you hold him closer.

“aw, then you’ll need to cum on my fingers or I won’t stuff you full…isn’t that what you want?” his deep voice only sent shivers straight to your pussy as you nodded. “did all that singing make ya loose your voice?” he bites your neck, a little bit deeper causing your voice to hitch. “tell me wh—“

“I want you inside me!” you finally snap, now pulling his head away from your neck as you pant, his fingers still pumping your pussy as he rolls his thumb against your clit. his eyes take in the image. the sight would have anyone fainting. the jaw dropping popstar falling apart just from his fingers…

“fucking gorgeous,” he groans, kissing your drooling lips until finally your pussy clenched around his digits. “there ya go,” he praises, your legs tremble as you try to suck his fingers in even more, pressing back. toji hums, talking you through letting your pussy spill. “want me to take a look?”

“h-hhuh?” you’re too blessed out from cumming that you couldn’t fully understand what he meant until you felt the warm wet feeling between your legs. “toji!”

your pushing his hair back, face burning with heat as he eats your mess shamelessly.

“you cum all over my fingers and you won’t let me get a taste?” he clicks his tongue, watching your face twist with embarrassment.

“it’s…” you cover your face with the back of your hands as he starts licking your clit, capturing the nub between his teeth abusing it. you’re holding his hair as he pulls away again, pushing your thighs up so he can get a good look.

“it’s getting all pink and swollen,” toji licks his scar, as he takes a forceful lick of your clit, before kissing it. “given it some attention now, eh?” he kisses your clit again and again before standing up fully, licking his fingers clean as he reaches a hand to your chin.

“toji….i came a lot,” you sigh, sitting up as toji hums.

“but?”

“I want it,” your fingers reach for his pants, finger hooking around the waistband as you tug at it. your eyes looking as if they’re about to spill tears.

“since when were you such a crybaby?” toji laughs as he brushes your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

“you’re just being selfish,” you bite his thumb.

“can you take it out for me then?” he smiles as he watches you eagerly sit up, unbuckling his belt as you pull at his zipper. “eager.”

“eager,” you mock back, making toji laugh. “toji, toji?”

toji felt his heart hammering, he was confused. how was the simple thing of calling his name, making him feel so much…emotion? you weren’t even moaning. maybe it was because you’re sweet…you are a celebrity…but he hasn’t known many celebrities as genuine as you. and you were like this during sex of all places….

“I’m excited,” you gush, pushing his pants down a bit as you look up at him eagerly, your smile was infectious.

“excited?” he quirks a brow, watching you nod.

“are you excited, too?” you feel your heart hammering, maybe that’s why you’re talking without reserve.

“I can be excited if ya want me too?” toji leans down, your brow pinching as you tilt your head up.

“don’t be so cold, you can tell me you wanna have sex,” your smile plays on your lips. “or are you too scared to admit you wanna feel me?”

fuck, you’re such a tease. where did all this confidence come from. it was hot and cold with your attitude.

“scared?” toji scoffs. your fingers dancing around the waistband of his boxers, pulling the elastic back as you maintain eye contact with the fighter.

“scared,” you pout, mocking him.

toji swears. fuck you were too much for him to handle. yet he craved it! so fucking much.

your whines were slipping into his lips as he devoured your lips. it was messy and wet, lips and tongue clashing as he groaned, holding your hand as he pressed it against his very hard cock. you moaned at the feeling, as toji guided your hand letting you palm him through his boxers.

“gonna take all of it, princess,” toji pulls for a moment, kicking his pants and boxers aside. your eyes blink repeatedly.

he was so big….and pretty. it was overwhelming, the weight of his fat cock couldn’t even make it stand fully up. his cock head was dark pink and swollen, you wanted to kiss it so badly. you wanted to let your tongue circle the slit and feel it on your face. your heart was beating in your ears at the sight of his happy trail. you’d only ever seen a slight bit of it when he’s fighting in the ring, but your clit was throbbing at the well groomed dark black hair at his base. you wanted to bury your face in it—

“y/n.” toji lightly taps your cheek. your head shoots up. “you were saying I was staring too much?”

“you’re so big,” you blurt, but don’t worry you continue talking like this, because you’re a genius… “I always get wet when I watch your matches, it’s so embarrassing, but like seeing it now—“ your words trail off as toji pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked…

“finally left ya speechless,” toji leans his head down, your breath catching in your throat as his teeth easily pull off your nipple patches. smiling at the sight of your pretty tits. “cute.”

he sucks your nipple, grinning as you immediately start moaning. nails scratching his nape as he pinches your nipples.

“toj—toji it’ll make—-ah, ugh!” toji gathered the wetness between your legs as he wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing the base before he started lathering his cock, pumping it at the sounds of your moans. he let out small groans as he sucked your other tit.

“gonna fuck you so good, you want it princess?” toji bites your tit as he presses his tip against your pussy, rubbing it through your folds. your clit catches his slit.

“mhm, want it toji, i want it inside me!” you whimper as his cock kisses your clit. “toji, put it in already.” your fingers run up and down his nape, stroking his flushed skin.

“you beggin’?” toji cocks a brow as he comes up to your face, your head tilting up as you maintain eye contact.

“I think you’re tryna hold it in,” you push. “if ya go inside me after all this teasing, you’ll cum so fast.” toji feels a snap in his vein.

“you love runnin that mouth of yours,” he can’t help the smirk as you smile. so absolutely stunning.

“I’m right,” you laugh. “it’s okay toji, take your time, I’ll wait for y—“

toji snaps his hips, his girthy cock fully pushing past your folds, filling your hole to the brim.

“you still with me, pup?” you hadn’t realized toji was tapping your cheek, drool slipping past your lips as you felt your pussy clench repeatedly, squeezing him.

“toji,” your voice was so small, suddenly grabbing him and holding him close as you guided him to your lips.

“there’s my needy pup,” he coos as you drool into his lips.

“fuck me…uh toji…toji fuc..k me,” you were definitely begging now.

“can’t say no to you,” toji grabs the bottom of your thighs, pressing his big hands up as you hold his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles. “fuck, relax, baby, I’m not fully in yet.” toji bites your bottom lip, your eyes wide at what he’d said. he wasn’t fully in?!???

toji was kissing you nonstop, taking your mind off the absolute stretch he was causing between your legs. you felt him so deep inside you, was he all in? he had to be!

“good girl,” he smiles, pulling his hips back watching your pussy try to clench his tip until he’s snapping his hips back in. you don’t think you’ve ever felt so full. toji had complete control of your body. the squelching of your juices and the thapping of his body hitting yours had tears leaking out.

“toji…so deep—ah uh uh!” your head was dizzy, “faster, faster,” you were a babbling mess. you couldn’t even hear your words before it was slipping out.

“fucking greedy, shiit,” toji dropped his head to rest against yours as he picked up his pace. you were already sore from the concert, but now you were completely exhausted, but the pleasure was too good. “ya like it, puppy? mmp, fuckin…snap my dick off, you’re so tight,” toji was groaning more than usual. it was definitely because of that look on your face.

“toji,” your lips ghosts over his as you licked him, smiling once he opened his mouth sticking his tongue out for you. “I told ya, ah, told ya, you’d fall apart inside me.”

the man was shocked. he couldn’t believe even as he’s fucking you, still trying to fully bottom out, you had this bratty attitude. “wanna bet?” toji captured your lips in a messy kiss as his thumb came down twisting your clit.

your body jumped, legs flying in the air as tears leaked from your eyes. “toj—cum—gon’ ahh cum!” your legs were shaking as your pussy clenched, gushing around the fighter’s unrelenting cock.

“atta girl, aww keep cumming—fuck you’re so fucking good,” toji was snapping his hips, watching the mess you were making on his abs splash even more and trickle down his legs. “so cute.” he kissed your forehead as you whimpered, nails digging into his biceps as he pushed your thighs higher up.

“toji,” your whiney voice had him grunting, you were a handful. yet he still allowed your lips to feverish leave sloppy kisses all over his mouth. it was adorable. cute puppy.

“gonna, fuck, cum,” toji pants, suddenly lifting your entire body off the dresser as he held you up. the wind knocking out of you as he dropped you fully on his huge cock. “fuck!” the wet tight grip you had on his entire cock almost had his eyes fully rolling back.

toji didn’t waste a second to fuck up into your messy hole. his hand coming down on your ass as you cried, squeezing him. “need ya to squirt on me puppy. cmon, ya like making a mess pretty girl,” toji bit your bottom lip as you moaned, eyes filling with tears at the overstimulation. another hand slapping your pretty ass as you mewled and squealed.

“i like it, toji, fucking me so so uh so good,” you’re holding his shoulders desperately. “toji…uh ahh!” the chants of his name was like music to his ears. was better than a full stadium cheering for him. your panting and cries and the constant slaps of your ass hitting his thighs was only making his balls heavier. “ah!” your eyes were rolling back as you felt toji only get bigger. “tooj..”

“takin’ it so well,” toji grunts. you felt like his little cock sleeve the way he manhandled you, fucking up into you without a break. the squelching had your head spinning, creamy white ring sliding down toji’s cock as he continued to pump you.

you were moaning against his lips. your stomach coiling as you felt the stimulation slowly start to push you closer and closer, until it finally snapped. your mouth fell open, pussy clamping down unbelievably tight as you gushed around him.

“shit! give it to me, puppy,” toji groaned as the pressure of your pussy squirting had his cock only growing. “keep going,” toji hums, managing to pull out of your grip to continue his pace, elongating your pleasure. your eyes were crossed, tongue hanging out, causing a chuckle to ring against your lips as toji kissing your tongue. giving your ass a good slap. you were desperately clinging onto him as he panted, muscles flexing under you.

“inside me, toji uh” toji was groaning.

“don’t…fuck, don’t,” he was trying to hold back. he didn’t know why. he’s always been okay with letting his load fill em if they begged for it. and you were most certainly begging for it. yet, he didn’t want to…it wasn’t the same….you deserved—

the feeling was much more overwhelming. the build up was different and—he felt his abs flex, fingers digging into your ass.

“want your cum toji….mmph please, pleasee, uh ah tojii—“ your voice was too sweet. whispering and squealing in his ear, his cock already drenched in your mess. your soft chanting of his name only had him swearing over and over.

“ffuckk — yer gon’a take it all then,” his cock was squelching as his tip pounded against your sweet spot. your thighs trembling as you clenched around him feeling his veins against your pussy walls. his balls sticky with your slick.

“cum toji, cum cum,” fuck, you were going to be the death of him! his balls constrict as his cock twitched, and the first spurts of his cum squirted inside you. your lips fell open as you held the sides of his neck, your thumbs pressing under his chin as toji’s jaw fell open unexpectedly. a pink flush dusting his cheeks as he continued to spill his heavy white load inside your welcoming pussy hole, panting as his abs clenched, pushing more ropes of thick cum out.

“you’re cumming so much, toji,” you pant, praising him the way he did with you. a cheeky smile painting your lips. a dark chuckle rings against your skin as his mouth presses against your jaw.

“aren’t ya cheeky?” his hand comes down on your ass, as his large palms grasp your cheeks, pulling them apart as he held you close, giving slow dragged out thrusts milking even more spurts from his thick cock. “good fucking girl…”

you were practically purring in his ear as the quiet whimpers had your body trembling. toji gently set you back on the dresser, his body caving into you as he littered your neck with sloppy kisses. his body heaving over you as you felt his cock shake inside you, still feeling more cum spilling from his cock.

“you’re filling me up,” you blush hot pink inside. you felt like you were soaring as toji hums, coming up to your lips. your fingers caressing his shoulders and neck, as he slowly rolls his lower body, cum already oozing out of your pussy, too overfilled.

“say thank you,” he licks his scar, still catching his breath as he groans just a bit, standing up. your hands slide down to his biceps as he caresses your body. palm laying on your swollen tummy. his cheeks are flushed, coming down from his high as his thigh shakes for a second.

he was not going to admit how fucking good it was to come inside you. he’s not some college kid. instead he slowly pulls out. you give out a few whimpers, a full body tremble as he squeezed your sides in reassurance.

“thank you.”

his eyes widen. heart unintentionally skipping a beat as he meets your longing gaze. his softening cock was drenched stupid, his dark black pubes soaked and your pussy was pulsing as his cum oozed out your hole in warm white globs.

his body slowly leaned closer to you. fingers tilting your adorable chin up watching your eyes sparkle at the sight of his soft smile.

“I wish we didn’t do that.”

you felt a lump form in your throat. his lips were soft as he pressed them against your own. not sloppy, no tongue, just a kiss.

“you deserve a proper first date,” he smiles, but it quickly stops as his eyes widen seeing your eyes filled with unshed tears.

“wh-why did you say it like that??” you were suddenly crying, catching him completely off-guard as he quickly pulled you into a hug.

“shit, puppy,” he caressed the back of your head as you sobbed. “such a crybaby.”

it took awhile for you to clean up. whining and huffing as he told you to keep his cum inside. but he was allowed to clean off his dick. “you begged for it. don’t waste it then, or you’re not gonna get anymore.” your mouth was shut. toji could only burst laughing.

“why’re you laughing at me?!” he hadn’t realized he doesn’t usually laugh, but in this last hour or so, you’ve had him laughing nonstop. your bratty attitude and suddenly your adorable reactions, it was like night and day and he was feeding off it.

“no reason.” your cheeks puff as he hands you your clothes, letting you continue getting dressed. you wear the outfit left out for you, thigh high leather boots. black skirt and top fit with a corset and….

“you wanna catch a cold?” toji brushes your hair, letting his leather jacket cover you up fully.

the moment you stepped out the room and started heading out, your manager was firing questions about what took you so long. ranting about next weeks show, along with a list of to do’s and the car waiting out back. but she quickly stopped once she saw toji trailing behind you.

“what’s he still doing here??” she whispered in your ear, looking over at him with wide eyes. he glanced for a second and immediately had her looking away.

“toji, he said he was my biggest fan!” you gush, squealing.

“did not,” he meets your glare. “what?”

“huh?!” you take a step towards him, only to be met with his hand holding your jaw, fingers adorably squishing your cheeks together as he still sees the startled look in your eyes.

“It’s gonna be fun tamming this attitude of yours.”

you’re left speechless after that. toji had to stifle a laugh as you strutted ahead, whipping your hair in his face. your heels clicked on the ground, and toji had to bit his cheek or he would’ve made a comment about your slight limp. instead he trailed close behind, keeping a watchful eye in case you fall.

your manager walked out first, and outside a group of security was already waiting to escort you out, because the moment your foot hit the pavement the camera flashes and fans screaming hit you.

you were slightly startled, your mind occupied by what toji had just said. toji looks up in irritation, lowering his cap as he steps out following you. he’s ready to do what he always does: ignore press and head to the car—

“hi, thank you so much!” your sweet voice has him looking up. you were by the barricades, signing autographs and leaning over to take pictures. your eyes were heavy, and he knew you were tired, so why did you…

“y/n! y/n! y/n!” your mind was overstimulated, so much was going on, but you tried your very hardest to meet as many fans as you could. thanking them for the flowers, fan art, bracelets.

toji stood a few feet away. the veins on his arms flexing as he watched fans shove and push each other. it wasn’t anything new. he’s used to it. but now it was happening to you. so many different people shouting at you. hands reaching out to touch you, they’re like animals—

“y/n, let’s go,” his hand was on you lower back, body leaning down to speak into your ear. “cmon.”his cap covered his eyes, just so you could look over you shoulder to meet them. his gaze immediately softening at the look.

“okay,” you smile gently. turning back and thanking the fans again. toji kept his hand on your back as he led you to the car. your paces evenly matched, his shoulders wide as your hips swayed beautifully.

“is that toji zenin?” one fan comments. “there was something on y/n’s neck…” suddenly phones are flashing off and tweets are being sent out in waves.

“tojiiii,” you’re already whining again in the car. leaning over his arm as you pressed your face into his bicep. you were crying about the bruise forming on your leg from falling on stage. “can you make it better?”

toji sighs, your legs thrown over his lap to show him the bruise. it was turning a dark blue on your knee. his big hand gently laid atop and caressed circles. it seems to calm you down as you held his arm in your lap, breath going even.

you were adorable. annoying. but cute. because seconds later you were knocked out. and your cute lips were parted as you clung onto the fighter. he didn’t mind this. not at all.

even when he gently stroked your cheek as he laid you down in your hotel suite. lips hovering over your lips. “did ya have fun carrying me?”

fucking tease.

“I didn’t want you showing’ everyone how much yer limpin’ from getting stuffed full of dick.” his vulgar words always seem to knock the wind out of you as you look away. covering your face. “aren’tchu cute,” toji laughs. “ya still stuffed with my cum?”

your ears sting as you answer him with a hum. arms stretching for him, pulling him in for a hug. his body falling between your open legs, but catching himself on the bed, careful not to drop his entire weight on you.

“i like you, toji,” your whisper is so soft. gentle. “i like you a lot, a lot.” your hand caresses the back of his hair, almost like reassuring him that you mean it. even your heart is calming as his warmth consumes you.

he’s quiet.

but his body…slowly leans closer to you.

he wouldn’t mind telling you more about him. he knows you don’t know much other than what all his other fans have seen. but hearing those words from you felt…nice. he does wish he treated you better when you first tried to meet him. he wished he took you out on a proper date instead of just fucking you in a dressing room like he did with every other person who’s thrown themselves on him. but still…after all that, it felt okay.

your body holding his fit. your fingers caressing his dark black hair made his chest warm. his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck, which he’s never felt compelled to do, felt needed.

“toji.” the way his name rolled off your pretty lips didn’t carry weight. you weren’t whining, or asking him for something. you were simply saying it just say it. to know that he’s with you.

he didn’t mind falling asleep as you held him. or the soft words you gently whispered in your tired state.

he didn’t mind waking up beside someone. feeling their warm, her warmth, draw him closer. his arms securely pulling her against him. a deep sigh escaping his lips as he felt her own arm lay over his. it was nice.

her neck gently turning over so her lips can brush his. his own seemed to gravitate immediately. soft kisses were nice, her fingers gently caressing his neck as he let her fully turn over, her arm slowly wrapping around his shoulder, letting him deepen the kiss. you were humming, his tongue played with yours, till he pulled away. deep breath escaping as his eyes looked over your face.

“what?” your ears were heating up as he looked at you. “stop staring, I didn’t take off my makeup last night! it’s all smudged and shit,” you covered your face.

“most of it came off when yesterday when you were crying,” toji pressed his head over your hands. your cheeks felt so warm, heart beating even louder because fuck. he was still here. you felt like it was a dream. maybe you really were annoying and he’d leave before you woke. or maybe he just wanted to have sex again—

you couldn’t be imagining this. he was nice. he was really nice. and you liked him a lot.

“I like you toji,” you mumbled over your hands. body squirming as toji ran his hands on your sides, nudging his face deeper in your hands, kisses pressing over them.

“I know.”

“I like you so much,” you felt so stupid, but also you kept saying it.

“I know,” he smiles. hands finally falling from your face. you felt your breath hitch.

his dark green eyes were soft…

“gimme a kiss,” you couldn’t help smiling, lips kissing his over and over. his arm wrapping around you as he held your close, humming.

it was a miracle both of you hadn’t heard your phones going off, or else you’d have seen the multiple headlines and the trending hashtags about your recent concert. some people even claiming to have seen you kissing the mma fighter once you got into the car.

u better go back and open every link I put in this fic. the only reason I posted it was bc some of u still think it’s not ur problem. It’s not a problem to read fics, I’m just saying u can ALSO open the LINKS too!

[kenyukisser]

hes such a cunt (affectionate)

[kenyukisser]

kinktober day five: somnophilia!

ADRENALINE RUSH ♡ NANAMI KENTO

fem!reader x nanami kento

ingredients: nanami has some adrenaline he has to get rid off

what's it: smut

allergen warning/s: spit, unprotected sex, somnophilia

sugar level: 1.5k

regulars: @ventdavi154 @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub @eussstasss

parlor's note: can't do a kinktober without including nyanyamin!!

bon appetit!

fuck gojo, fuck that patchface curse, fuck the higher ups

those were the only thoughts that bounced around nanami's head.

it was no secret that the man hated going any minute overtime, now here he was going home at fucking ten in the evening. on top of that, because of the late hour, the things he was able to pick up from his favorite bakery were what ever was left over from the day -- though one would argue that he's lucky because said bakery was still open at the late hour. regardless, the fact remained: the pastries were no longer fresh, no longer fluffy and warm.

if it was any other day, he wouldn't have ate it on the subway ride home from work and instead saved it so he could reheat it once he's safely in the confines of his own home, but not today. he was too hungry, and quite frankly, running out of patience.

he sets down his dull blade in its rightful place by the door and tugs off the yellow patterned tie in an uncharacteristically pissed off manner. not only was he filled with negative emotions, but adrenaline from the fight he had against an unnamed, unregistered cursed spirit was still pumping in his veins. with a huff, he hangs it over his shoulder, before moving on to unbutton his blue button down shirt as he walks over to the bedroom.

this was the part of his day that he looked forward to the most. sure, it was the end of the day, but it was the part where he'd see you, hold you for more than two hours.

laid down in the large california king bed was you. thick, soft blankets tucked up to under your chin, hair he loved running his hands through fanned out around your face, and your face. you looked so angelic when you slept, so peaceful even during nights like this when he knew you weren't sleeping well because he wasn't there in the bed with you -- you confessed to him one time, you always get the best dreams, the most restful nights of sleep whenever he's there holding you.

you shifted in your sleep, turning to your other side making the blanket move further down your body. it exposed the thin shirt you were wearing; an old shirt of nanami's. the fabric was so worn down that the man could spot your nipples, hardened from the chilly autumn air, from under the shirt.

you mewled softly and it made nanami wonder what you were dreaming of; whether you were dreaming at all. aside from that, the sound also made his beige slacks tighten and he found a way to release all that pent up frustration and adrenaline from his system.

he pushes the dress pants down along with his boxers, then damn near trips trying to take his socks off and walk to you at the same time. he's just had such a rough day and needs some help from you.

a thought pushes itself into his mind the moment he crawls on top of you, one that's about morality and ethics. he's never done this before and it feels wrong to do it. second thoughts fill his mind, but he remembers the fact that you've had this discussion before. he's already asked for your permission prior. in return, you only asked one thing from him: if i had a long day, try not to wake me if you don't have or want to. and aside from that, you've always been such a nice and thoughtful girlfriend. there has never been a moment in the many years you've been together where you've lacked understanding with him. you're always so selfless, giving him whatever he wanted, so long as it's reasonable, and this is reasonable, right?

with those thoughts as a green light, he pushes the blanket away from your body, nudges you so you'd be lying on your back, and moves the crotch of your panties to the side so he can have his way with you.

always the caring boyfriend, he makes sure you're properly lubricated before he does pushes himself in. after all, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to his sweet, caring girlfriend.

getting you wet the way he usually does takes too long, and besides, he'd probably end up waking you up too, which is something you asked him not to do if he didn't have to. not to mention the fact that he always gets so into turning you on; it's what gets him aroused too. he'll get too handsy, too noisy.

it's not an option so he opts to spit on your pussy instead.

he enjoys the sight of his glob of drool dripping around your vulva for a moment before spreading it around. when he decides that you're not wet enough, he spits again and does the same thing.

the man may think that exerting minimal effort is all that's required for most of his day-to-day tasks, but that rule does not include you and it never will. he always makes sure to take care of you the way you take care of him.

when your lips are shiny with his spit, he backs away for a moment, lines the head of his cock with your slit then pushes in as softly and slowly as he could, trying his best not to jostle you.

he moans lowly as he sinks in your warm pussy. it's a sensation he can never get enough of, even if he makes love to you a million times. he adores it, the way you welcome him so easily. he only stops his motions when he was buried to the hilt, his pelvis flush against yours.

he looked down to where your bodies connected and involuntarily muttered a low shit under his breath. to him, the sight was a masterpiece that could easily top an expensive painting any day; it certainly made him feel more emotions than those.

with a deep breath sucked in through the mouth, he started moving, steadily thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. the movement was calculated, executed with maximum precision to ensure that you won't wake from your slumber.

how could you expect him to keep his composure completely under these circumstances? you're so tight, he's always said that your pussy was made for him, and he doesn't just say that to get you off; he truly means it, and then you combine your perfect pussy with your perfect face. he's a goner.

he tries to stifle his moans, tries to swallow them under his breaths, but a few still manage to escape. despite those, he continues to yearn to make this nice and quick. it's just to blow off some steam, after all.

the moment his attempts become futile comes when you stir, letting out noises that shoots blood steaming down to his already painfully hard dick, and flutter your eyes open.

when his eyes meets yours, his elbows buckle, though he's quick to straighten himself back up again; his motion was so fluid you didn't even notice it, only the slight twitch of his cock.

you yawn before acknowledging the situation. "kento?" your words are slurred due to the sleepiness that remains in your system. "what's goin' on?"

"sorry hun," he grunts, continuing to fuck you. "adrenaline rush. you can go back to sleep if you want."

you give him a hum though you didn't actually succumb to sleep. the feeling of kento's cock inside you wasn't something you could simply nap through, no matter how hard you try nor matter how hard he tries to not rouse you.

he might have thought you were asleep - you were so quiet, not making a noise other than the natural moans - if you didn't mutter an "i'm close" at the exact same moment he felt his orgasm nearing.

"i am too, hun." his movements become sloppier. he loses his rhythm to the pleasure and due to the lapse in concentration since he began to play with your clit to help you reach your high as well.

"ken," he recognizes what you need with the call of his name. one of your hands found their way to his back, currently running the nails down the hard muscle. the pain only added to nanami's delight.

"i'm right there, hun. you can let go."

the both of you come at the same time and the feeling was euphoric. despite wanting rest, you're glad you woke up.

"that was nice." you commented lamely. the word didn't sum up the experience, it was so much better than nice, but your tired brain couldn't think of anything else. apparently, nanami had the same sentiment.

"i think that's a bit of an understatement, darling. now come on and get some rest, you deserve it."

i get: reblog

you get: a california king bed with a nanami body pillow