smaranshakthi

[smaranshakthi]

Summery: Dads best friend Toji wants nothing more than to ruin you right under his friend’s (your dad) roof.

Warning: !Dad’s best friend Toji x reader, smut, oral (F recieving), P in V sex, unprotected sex, cock warming, age gap

WC: 1753

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Tonight was the big boxing match of the year, and your dad and his best friend, Toji, were over at your house to get fucked up and enjoy the match.

You had just finished up college and are stating with your father until you can land a job somewhere and relocate, but for now you’re enjoying not paying rent and helping out at home.

You especially enjoy the occasional visits from no other than Toji Fushiguro himself. The man who has been the star of multiple wet dreams since you were about seventeen years old. There was something about the big, gruff man that made you feel hot and needy in your lower area.

Tonight started like most of their boys nights did - Toji and your dad getting drunk and smoking cigars while you were up on your balcony getting high.

You had just hopped out of the shower and threw on an oversized T-shirt and some comfy, but cute, black underwear with little gray bows on them. You sat at the edge of your balcony that was attached to your room, smoking the blunt you rolled this afternoon. Out in the backyard you could see your dad and Toji watching the boxing match on the outside patio. They looked like stereotypical men, yelling at a match that neither of them could change the outcome to.

As you smoked you became entranced with the man that was Toji Fushiguro. His raven black hair that went unbrushed, yet sat perfectly on his head. Your eyes lowered to his lips, that held a beautiful scar that sat at the corner of them. You bit your lips hungrily thinking of what his would taste like.

Suddenly you felt eyes on you. Looking up you met the eyes of a smirking Toji. You blushed and quickly put out your blunt and went inside, to your room.

You put some pajama shorts on and made your way down the stairs. You were going to get a water from the fridge, but you secretly prayed that Toji saw you go inside and that he would come in as well.

Your prayers were answered when the back door to the kitchen opened up and in walked both men.

“That fight was something else huh TojI?” Your dad slurred, “tough luck on my part sweetheart, I lost $50 on the match” he laughed, “I can’t give you your allowance now” he joked.

“Haha very funny. Looks like the two of you had a good time.”

“Yeah, it was a good night, but I’m knackered so I’m headed up to bed. Toji, take the guest room and I’ll get Martha to make us all a hangover breakfast in the morning.” Your dad kissed your forehead as he walked out the room “good night guys” he walked up the stairs and to his room.

You both stayed silent until you heard your father’s door shut and his lock click. Your eyes immediately met, you bit your lip.

“How’s your night been babygirl? he asked gruffly.

You were still feeling the effects of the weed, it heightening the horniness it had created upstairs. “It’s been boring so far. I’ve been so alone upstairs” you teased.

He smiled darkly and stalked towards you “maybe I can fix that for you baby.”

You looked up into his eyes, innocent and desperate for his touch. “Please” you begged.

He smirked down at you “please what?”

You couldn’t help but pout, poking your bottom lip out, his teasing affected you more than he intended. “Please fuck me” you pleaded.

“As you wish, baby.” He took your face into both of his large hands and crashed his lips into you passionately. He walked you back into the fridge, “jump” he said into the kiss.

You did as you were told, jumping into his embrace and wrapping your legs around his torso. You could feel his growing erection under your clothed center, which you soon slowly began grinding on. You whimpered into the kiss making Toji groan. “Shh baby, we have to be quiet. Don’t want your father to hear me ruining his little girl.”

You didn’t even have time to react to that before his lips were attacking yours again. Toji’s lips left your lips and began making their way down your chin and to your neck where he licked and sucked at your sweet skin. Leaning your head back, you bit back your moans and whimpers.

Toji’s grip tightened on you as he began walking out of the kitchen and down the hall to the guest bedroom, opting for it instead of your room since your’s was upstairs and closer to your dad. He walked into the room, closing and locking the door quietly behind him. He walked towards the bed and placed you carefully down on it.

“Tell me to stop now, after this I don’t control what I do, baby”

You looked up at Toji pleadingly, “I don’t want you to stop” you reached out and pulled him on top of you, ripping his shirt over his head in the process. You ran your hands down his large, chiseled chest and groaned into his mouth, him capturing your tongue with his while you were distracted. You both fought for dominance, him winning and exploring your mouth hungrily.

He pulled away and tugged off your shirt, you leaning up to help him. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this, baby” he started kissing your chest and went lower and lower until his lips kissed your pajama bottoms. He looked up at you, silently asking for permission, which you nodded in reply to.

“I’ve wanted this for so long too, Toji. I’ve dreamt about this, about you” you yapped in between deep breaths as he tugged your pants down. “There’s been nights where I wake up after dreaming about you and I have to touch myself to the thought of you just to go back to sleep.”

He stooped what he was doing, frozen at what you had just said. Oh, you were asking for it right now. “You need to stay quiet tonight baby, but tomorrow, we’re going to my place and you can be as loud as you want.”

He lowered his head down to your clothed cunt and started kitten licking your clit over your underwear, Toji could feel your juices on his chin, you were already spilling out of your underwear for him. He quickly decided to get rid of your underwear and slid them down and off your legs. His lips attached to your clit and began sucking eagerly. One of his hands reached up your body and found your nipple, which he started rolling between his fingers. You whimpered quietly in response, biting your lip to keep silent. His other hand found its way to your entrance, where he rubbed your juices around before shoving two of his giant fingers into your tight, wet hole you clenched hard around his fingers. He gave no mercy, he shoved hard and deep at a slow pace at first, but quickly speeding them up while simultaneously sucking at your clit.

You could feel your high approaching quickly. You’ve never come this quick before, but Toji knew what he was doing. “Colem for me baby” he said quietly, “come on my face baby girl, I’ll lick you clean.’

You arched your back off the bed and came hard around his fingers. “Oh, fuck!” You cursed into your hand. You shook under his tongue while he still sucked and fuccked you through your orgasm. “Come on baby, give me one more. I know you can do it” he wasn’t letting up. He was going to fuck you into the stars tonight. “There we go, look at you clenching on my fingers like that. You’re going to come any second now. Let go for daddy, let it all go.”

Spasms were hitting your body uncontrollably, pushing your center further into his face. He never let up, his fingers got faster, adding a third to prep you to come on his dick for your third orgasm that you’ll be having later.

Your body went still for a moment and your vision went white. Finally, he slowed down his fingers and stoped his mouth’s attack on your clit and started licking up your release. Your body was shaking with the post-orgasm after shocks.

Toji kissed up your body to your lips, where he kissed you slowly. You could taste yourself on his tongue. “I need you, Toji, I need you in me” you pleaded.

“As you wish, babygirl.”

He slid out of his pants and boxers, throwing them to the end of the bed. He stroked his length a couple of times before placing it at your entrance where he started dragging it around, spreading your juices around it.

Both of you moaned as Toji slid his tip into your tight cunt. You gripped his arms tightly, feeling some pain, but mostly pleasure. “Keep going” you insisted.

Toji obliged and slid his member slowly to the hilt inside of your tightness. He had to bite back moans and his release. You squeezed around him so good that it made his want to come immediately. “I’m not going to last long babygirl. You feel too good around me.”

His words drove you crazy, driving you to your quickly approaching high. He started thrusting into you hard, holding back his release, while hitting your special spot just right that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Toji, go faster! I’m almost there.” You whisper-yelled between breaths.

“Come on my cock babygirl. I want to feel you squeeze me.” He put a hand down to your cunt and began rubbing your clit with his thumb. His words and fingers sent you over the edge. You were cumming around his cock. Your cunt squeezing him sporadically, which started his orgasm. He painted your walls white, rusting into you while riding out both of your highs. He slowed the pace until he came to a stop, but he stayed inside of you.

“That… was… amazing” you said in between long, harsh breaths.

“There’s more of that tomorrow at my place. Tell your dad you’re going to see your friend or something and come over. But tonight I want to stay right here and sleep for a little bit like this.”

Before either of you knew it, you were both asleep with his dick still tucked away inside of you.

[smaranshakthi]

𖦹 SMASH OR PASS? 𖦹

Snippet | “Who you foolin’, doll? Look atcha—fuckin’ ruined for me.”

FT║ Fem!Reader ✘ Toji, F.

Desc║ A harmless Smash or Pass game in the break room turns into a real experience when Toji overhears your bold declaration—and later that night, he ensures you live up to your words.

Cw║ Smut proceed w caution, Co-workers trope, Dom/Sub dynamics, mānhandling, s!ze k!nk, tummy bulge, overstim, degrádàt!on/praise, creamp!e, chok!ng/breath play, light impact play, scratching/b!ting, a bit of säd!sm (?), humiliation, mirror sɛx, dumbǐfīcation, cocķ drunk reader, unrealistic d size, forced eye contact, implied consent + rough sėx.

WC ➜ 2.3K ➜ ML

15 minute read.

The break room was a breeding ground for gossip or useless conversations. An extremely comfortable olive-green sofa—dubbed the equivalent of a bear’s hibernation spot—stood out in contrast to concerningly constant flickering of fluorescent lights, an indented scent of roasted black coffee tip-toeing throughout the room, soon followed by cheap air freshener, while a few faded vending machines—marked with worn-out “Out of Order!” signs for what felt like decades completed the dreary atmosphere.

Unfortunately, the only real pop of color in the otherwise dull break room was the sofa everyone was obsessed with. And when you give employees a sofa with little else to entertain them you get insanely bored, unanimous groans echoing until someone suggests starting a corny game of smash or pass starring some other co-workers.

The thing is you weren’t particularly interested at first, completely tuning them out as you scrolled through cute orange cat videos on TikTok, your phone nestled in tired hands. That was—until someone blurted out, “Smash or pass Toji Fushiguro?”

A few people had the absolute nerve to say pass without even giving any reasoning. You broke your neck turning toward them, clicking your phone off to save a little battery—suddenly caring about the game you thought was so ‘stupid.’

You couldn’t deny it—you took that personally, as if Toji had already put a ring on your finger and asked for your hand in marriage on one bent knee. Lips parted without a second thought, you jumped in to defend him, readily interrupting, “Y’all are wild for passing thee Toji Fushiguro, but more for me, I guess. Smash. In fact, I’d let him manhandle me if I had the chance!”

You practically gushed, recalling every time his pecs looked one flex away from obliterating his poor, helpless uniform. The stretch of fabric over hard muscle, the teasing glimpse of skin whenever he rolled up his sleeves—it was certainly dangerous. And those brief glances you two shared? Just a flicker of eye contact was enough to make your heart stutter and your daydream-state brain short-circuit.

Laughter erupted, loud enough to deafen poor ears, splattered across the room, along with an appalled gasp from an observant co-worker.

“Oooh, speak of the devil…” she teased, wiggling her brows and covering her mouth.

Because, unluckily for you, Toji stood tall, folded arms, leaning against the doorway that nearly was unsuitable to fit his build. Clearly amused by your bold statement, a smirk rested easily on his face, piercing green eyes locking onto yours.

“Oh really, sweetheart?” he teased, running a hand through his short, jet-black hair. His chuckle was deep enough to shake the room, sending heat pooling between your needy thighs—yet startling enough to make your heart lurch at his unexpected presence.

“Oh my god, Toji, I didn’t mean-” you struggled to breathe out, your throat going dry as you shoved your slightly sweaty palms into your pockets.

Why’d he have to come in literally on cue? you thought, stomach twisting into knots, your skin burning like a furnace.

The room watched in silence, entranced, as if they had just been left on a cliffhanger in a movie, whispers shooting amongst them left and right.

Toji pushed off the doorframe, taking a slow step inside. “Didn’t mean it, huh?” He kissed his teeth, eyes dragging over you in a way that made your skin prickle with goosebumps. “Shame, y’seemed pretty confident about that little claim a second ago.”

“Fine, fine, I said what I said.” You huffed, rolling your eyes, forcing yourself to stand your ground—even though you weren’t prepared for him to literally make you eat your words.

Because later that night, Toji had you pinned against his bedroom wall, facing him, one sore leg flung over his shoulder—completely vulnerable to his merciless speed.

Each brutal thrust knocked the breath from your lungs, the humid air filled with loud, staggering gasps. His grip was cruel, fingers digging into your hips as he kept your wobbly leg steady, smug at the way your body trembled under his touch.

The freezing surface of the wall contrasted with the intensity between the two of you, while looking in his direction at a time like this felt impossible.

Not that he let you look away—when you did focus anywhere else feeling embarrassed by how easily you let him fuck, his big rough hand grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Shit, that’s it baby, want you to look at me while you takin’ it.” He whispered, hot breath fanning all over your ear.

Your walls fluttered violently at his sinful words, your body bouncing feebly against the wall with every ram into your velvet walls. You could hardly take his strength, nothing more than a ragdoll for him to use, each filthy, deep stroke claiming you as his property.

His thrusts alone were enough to tell you—you were his little fucktoy.

Breaking eye contact for a brief second he peeked down seeing your one unsteady leg in action, borderline hissing at him for the amount of time he had you pressed against this wall.

“Mmmh, poor thing, huh?” he sneered, proud you struggled to keep up with him. “Leg already shakin’ we’ve barely even started.”

A taunting lie.

You had been at it for hours. There was no way in hell this was just the beginning. You could barely believe your ears when he had the audacity to say otherwise.

Before you could even attempt to reply, his hand shot up to your throat, thick fingers wrapping around your neck with precise control.

He squeezed just enough to leave your head spinning, your drooling cunt twitching at the way the pressure made the pleasure more intense—hypnotic, all-consuming.

And the moment you let out those choked, gasping moans, Toji grinned like a cheshire cat.

He knew he had you.

“Ohhh, fuck yeah—there it is, mhm,” Toji murmured smoothly, placing a soft kiss on your jawline—as if he wasn’t currently scrambling your guts.

Your walls clenched around his fat length, so fucking snug, your body basically begging for more.

Mouth falling open letting out whimpers that sprang off of the thin apartment walls, eyes hazy, with furrowed brows having a mind that could hardly function as your head lolled against the wall.

The only thing you could focus on? How impossibly full you felt, every thick inch of him smothering your sweet spots.

“Shit, baby, you really are dumb for my cock, huh?”

Toji’s lips curled devilishly, ego soaring at how easily he reduced you to just this—mindless, whiney, hungry slut for him.

“Aah, y-yes, yes, yes!”

“Good answer, pretty girl.” He spat, chest looming over your smaller figure.

Body grinding up into your sweaty pelvis real slow to catch you off guard a little feeling him nudging on your throbbing clit causing you to squirm.

But that little break didn’t last for long, he was right back to slamming into your sopping hole.

“Ooh, fuck—s-slow down, s’toomuch!” you pleaded, legs trembling as another sharp stroke sent a shockwave of ecstasy straight to your core.

Your stiletto nails dug into his shoulders, scratching deep, drawing thin rivulets of blood—desperate for something, anything to hold onto.

The sting only made Toji groan, a low, thirsty sound rumbling from his chest.

“Too much? Thought you wanted some manhandlin’ sweetheart.” He mocked.

His hand left your throat solely to slap your soft tits triggering a jolt reaction in your body, eyes glued at the way they jiggled every time his cock speared into you hitting so unfathomably it made your stomach bulge.

“Can’t handle me hm?”

“I can it’s just-” You tried to argue, but your voice came out weak, wrecked, breathless—like it had run out of ink from being used too much.

Toji snickered.

“Who you foolin’ doll? Look atcha, fuckin’ destroyed for me.” His voice ridiculed, one arm wrapped under your ass, lifting you effortlessly, stepping closer to the broad black-framed mirror across his room, as he used two fingers to turn your head.

Your reflection looked absolutely torn apart.

Toji’s markings were painted all over your skin, bruises and love bites that made it painfully clear you’d need to stop by a convenience store for some heavy-duty makeup before work tomorrow.

Your pretty pussy splitting open around his thick ten-inch cock, sparkling with slick.

Your mouth fell open in pure shock, infused with just a hint of awe.

Toji smirked slyly. “Didn’t even realize how fuckin’ filthy you looked, huh?” he rasped, licking a slow stripe up the side of your neck, his sharp teeth nipping at your ear—provoking a full-body shudder.

Tiny frame looking so good blended with him, quaking, mewling, accommodating his size. Struggling, you could barely handle him, and yet, he was sure he was a perfect fit for your little cunt.

Your stomach clenched at the sight, your walls grasping around him, signaling you were close again.

Toji growled at the way you crushed him.

“Ohh fuck yeah, Y/n you like watchin’ yourself get ruined?” He cooed, vibrating his voice with lust.

His thrusts got sharper, meaner, as one of your hands slid to your lower stomach, pressing against the bulge of his ten-inches.

Melting at the feeling was honestly an understatement.

“God, you’re so deep,” you hummed, your voice thick and sultry, nearly a duplicate of aged wine.

“Yeah? You feel me right there, huh?” Toji’s almond eyes parachuted down, watching how even his curved shaft outlined inside your belly. “Bet you love bein’ stuffed like a lil’ whore.”

You eagerly nodded, your breath hitching as Toji drove into you, each ruthless snap sending blasted waves through your body.

The way he fucked you—deep, unrelenting, possessive—had your mind hazy, You could already feel it building again, that overwhelming heat coiling tight in your core, ready to burst at any moment.

The instant his thick, mushroom-shaped tip slammed against your A-spot, pleasure unfurled inside you—deep, raw, and all-consuming.

Each precise, relentless thrust sent sharp thrills of euphoria rippling through your body, the pressure working up at an unbearable pace.

Your walls fluttered around his length, as the pleasure crested violently, surging through you in frenzied, pulsing waves that left you breathless.

Your entire body tensed, every muscle seizing at once as a wave of electric desire scampered over you.

Your vision blurred, unable to focus on Toji’s face anymore, the sheer intensity washing over your senses—momentarily drowning you in the mind-numbing pleasure.

A string of blaring curses rushed out of your lips, as the climax punctured through, feeling demolishing. Fingers clenching, toes curling, your body jittering with aftershocks.

The world around you faded, leaving mainly the astounding gratification, the lingering tremors that left you stunned.

“Hahhh, oh fuck—there she goes,” Toji grunted, watching your reflection convulse, loving the way your pussy clenched down on him, gripping him so tight he pulsed inside you.

You sobbed, false lashes coming loose, tears slipping down your scorching-hot cheeks.

He didn’t slow down whatsoever.

If anything, he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own—dragging you along for the ride.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, hypersensitive as he kept pushing deeper, hitting that same devastating spot.

Skin slapping together rained through the entire bedroom, incapable of holding any noise back due to the immense mix of exhilaration this gave you, leaving Toji room to comment on it.

“You’re so loud, princess—y’want the whole damn building to hear us?” he scoffed, not in the mood for noise complaints later.

To solve this issue?

His pink-lips crashed against yours, swallowing your cries. The kiss was messy, drool droplets forming at the side of your mouth, a futile effort to muffle the high-pitched moans spilling into his smooth lips.

He fucked you through the overwhelming overstimulation, each deep thrust making your entire body tremble.

You were already too sensitive from previous rounds, pleasure teetering on the edge of pain, but he didn’t care—if anything, the way your walls kept suffocating him only spurred him on.

His groan was low and rough when you let out a broken, high-pitched sing-song moan, the sound shooting straight to his cock.

And with the way he was still so ridiculously hard, his length bulging against your stomach, pressing against that sensitive spot over and over?

You could barely think. A strangled whine slipped from your lips, your lashes fluttering as your vision blurred, overstimulation pulling you into a hazy, delirious state.

But Toji was right there with you.

His pace turned sloppy, thrusts losing rhythm as his control started to dissolve.

He buried his face against your skin, breath hot and heavy, panting against the shell of your ear. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your flesh like he was trying to brand himself into you.

“Shit—gonna fuckin’ fill you up, baby. That okay?” he groaned, voice strained, desperate asking for permission.

All you could do was mumble out a frail “Yes!”

“Gonna make sure you feel me in this tummy for weeks,” he murmured, exaggerating the words, but fuck—at this point, you believed him.

Your eyes rolled back, your body going rigid as another orgasm crashed into you without warning, pleasure slamming through your veins like a lightning strike. Your walls clamped down around him so tight he nearly choked on a groan, his whole body tensing at the feeling.

That was it for him.

His hands locked onto your thighs, grip bruising as he slammed into you one final time.

His teeth sank into your shoulder, muffling his deep, wrecked moan as he came—thick, hot spurts spilling deep inside you, emptying himself like he hadn’t had sex in months.

Another pulse sent another sharp jolt of pleasure through you, making your legs shake as he fucked his release deeper, hips jerking uncontrollably with every last drop.

“Fuuuuck, fuck, fuck, Y/nnnnnnn,” he sighe, voice heavy with exhaustion and bliss.

His head fell back, eyes screwed shut, his cock still twitching inside your spent, quivering walls.

His arms tightened around you, locking you in place against his chest, making sure none of it went to waste—making sure you took all of him. You shuddered in his hold, completely wrecked, all his.

That bastard just smirked, pressing lazy kisses to your cheek.

“If I knew you were fangirling like that,” he muttered, cockiness entwined his tone, “I would’ve given you an autograph sooner, sweet thing.”

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[smaranshakthi]

i’m in love with the way you write! i was wondering if you could make a fix with toji and shy reader during and after an argument? you don’t have to, just throwing it out. i really love your work and i’m so glad i stumbled upon your blog! <3

A/N: Thank you for reading and enjoying my work! 🫶

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Toji and His Shy Girl

The drive back to your place was quiet. Toji was focused entirely on the road, not making conversation or even glancing at you like he normally would with that smirk on his face that let you know how happy he was to be with you. You tried making conversation, but you were met with dry responses and hums of mere acknowledgement. You felt the familiar nervousness and anxiety, but this time it wasn't brought on by feelings of love and disbelief that someone like Toji would give the time of day to someone who is so different from him. It was like he was in his own world, and you were cropped out of it, even if you were right beside him. You decided to give it another shot. Maybe he was just in deep thought about something related to a job. He did get a call from Shiu during your time out.

"That ice cream shop we went to was pretty good. We should definitely go back there, sometime." You turn to him, a soft smile on your face as you await his response.

He looks at you through his peripheral vision, doesn't turn his head at all. "Yeah, maybe," he responds, his voice low and borderline emotionless, like his replies to you were on autopilot.

You feel a lump beginning to form in your throat as, once again, you're met with a similar response to the ones he gave you before. You nod, and shortly after shrink. You turn your body towards the car door, and nestle your clasped hands between your thighs. It's as good as you can get into a curled position, given the space you're in.

The drive continued on this way. You pinned to the door, trying to understand what was the matter, and Toji seemingly looking straight down the road. What you didn't know was that he kept glancing at you. His eyes turned in your direction every so often. Contrary to his current demeanor, he didn't like seeing you this way.

Normally, you both lifted each other up.

You, with your way of brightening his days. You make him smile and laugh by being unknowingly funny and sweet, and he just loves how doe eyed you get when his laughter turns into him pulling you into a bear hug. An embrace that conveys how much he loves and appreciates you for making him happy. Your arms are home to him. You're his teddy bear as much as he is yours, because if you wake up at night after falling asleep together and tell him that you have to drive home, he won't let you go. He just grunts and tightens his arms around you.

Toji, with his way of taking care of you and the constant reassurances he offers you. He's well aware of your internal fragility. He knows you're tough when it comes to physical pain. Cuts, scrapes, bruises? Nothing to you. You tend to them and forget they're there until you break your skin again. He knows when you haven't eaten, he knows when you're sad, he knows when you need a little push to get difficult thoughts out. He lets you think you're good at hiding these things, but in reality, all it takes is a flicker of a shift in your mood and he's working to decipher what's wrong.

The sour mood followed you both into your home. You set down all your stuff and went into your room to dress down. Whenever you're upset you like to cover yourself up to lead your invisibility. Before you got dressed into your hoodie and baggy sweatpants, you wore the cutest floral dress. Toji couldn't keep his eyes off of you as he guided you through the streets. He used his privilege of being your man to its full advantage, then. He gawked at your hips as they naturally swayed with the flowy dress and he smirked when you turned to look at him as he carefully walked you through crowds with a hand on your lower back. He relished in how beautiful you looked in that dress, feeling like it was tailored to you with how perfectly it hugged your body and how pretty your skin looked in the color.

You walked out into the living room again, sparing one glance at Toji who was already sitting on the couch, before sitting on the floor. You picked up the TV remote and made haste of choosing the show you were supposed to start together, to end the heavy and uncomfortable silence in the room.

Toji looked at your frame from behind, and felt entirely baffled by the loudness of your choice to hide in these baggy clothes. This was not the same girl who paused in the middle of the busy sidewalk to quickly kiss his cheek and turned to keep walking right after. This was not the same girl who tugged on his shirt and pointed at the single, poof of a cloud in the sky and giggled. This was not the same girl who got flustered after he wiped ice cream off the corner of her lip and licked the remnants off his thumb.

The show began, introduced by a viewer discretion that was cut off by you pausing it. You turned your entire body to look at Toji who just raised his brows in confusion.

"Can you talk to me?" You say, crossing your legs and resting your hands in your lap.

"We can't talk during a show," he says, nonchalantly.

"The show isn't playing. We can talk."

He stares at you in silence before sighing. He doesn't want to argue with you. Not only is it draining for both of you, but he hates the tension that lingers when everything is supposedly resolved. Like you're both still thinking of the way you looked at each other and the things that were said.

"Just leave it. It's fine," he says, redirecting his attention back to the TV. It's eating him up inside, but he would rather bear that than say something he doesn't mean to you.

"It's obviously not fine, Toji. You're not talking to me like you usually do. You're not even looking at me, right now."

His intense gaze goes back to you. He can see the worry in your eyes, and some part deep inside of him wants this to stop. For the events that transpired to have never happened. For a stupid do-over that would give the movie theater date a chance instead of walking through town.

"Tell me what I did wrong, because I don't know and I don't understand."

"You're not dumb. You're not oblivious, either. Which is why i'm also having trouble understanding something."

Your heart pangs at the sound of his voice. He sounds hurt and upset and he looks just like it as well. You furrow your brows, but stay silent to give him a chance to talk.

"I stepped away for a minute. You know, when Shiu called?" He takes note of the way you nod in response. You've always been so attentive to the things he says. "That call lasted less than two minutes. I thought, my girl will be fine. If someone starts chatting her up, she'll politely decline and send them on their way." He smiles at you. There's no warmth in the expression. No light, no kindness, nothing but bitter, unspoken disappointment. "The guy even moved the chair from where it was across the table, to sit right next to you. I turn around and..." he chuckles, a sound that would normally bring you so much joy, but right now makes your heart sink to the depths of your stomach. "He's touching you. He has his hand on your back and the other one on your wrist and he's leaning in like he's trying to inhale you."

You stand up and move onto the couch, keeping the distance but still leveling yourself with him. "I didn't want that. I didn't want him to touch me, I-I didn't want him to sit next to me or be near me..." You try to explain the situation as clearly as you can and fail miserably as your words jumble up. All of your thoughts want to come out and your defenses sound feeble because of it, like you're making these things up.

"Then why didn't you tell him to fuck off?" The words come out with all his stormy feelings behind them. "Why didn't you come to me? You could've walked up to me at any point," he argues, eyes wide in disbelief of your excuses.

"I didn't know how to tell him to stop. I didn't wanna make a scene and push him in front of all those people."

"Mhm, that's..." he shuts his eyes, and rubs the bridge of his nose. He can feel an oncoming headache. "...that's perfect. You handled that so well."

"I-I..." you sigh. "I told him I have a boyfriend and I even pointed at you. He just wouldn't stop." You feel the lump in your throat return, and you're trying so hard not to tear up. Your fists have been balled up since the beginning, your nails digging into your palms.

"It's fine. We talked, we're good," he says, ending the conversation. He watches as you press your lips together before moving back to the floor, and picking up the TV remote, again. Your arm raises, and the disclaimer ends, finally letting the show begin.

Toji isn't paying attention to the stupid show. He's watching you, silently hoping that you're okay. He's let down by those hopes when he sees your form tremble, and your shoulders lift. He hears a single gasped out sob and suddenly you're standing, walking out of the living room, and in the direction of your room.

"Fuck." He jumps up from the couch and trails after you. To his dismay, he hears the door shut and the lock turn immediately after. He hears your shattered heart from behind the door, the muffled sobbing coming from you. You sound like you're struggling to breathe with all the gasping and sniffling.

Toji attempts to twist the doorknob, even when he heard the sound of the lock turning clear as day. He knocks three times. "Mama?"

You don't respond, and instead put your hood on and drown yourself in the blankets.

He knocks again. "Mama, let me in." Your sniffling continues, but the sobbing has mellowed down. He knows you're not gonna get up and unlock the door for him, but truthfully, he's only knocking out of courtesy. The lock consisted of a small turn button that could easily be unlocked from the outside with a coin or a button or something much more convenient, his fingernail.

He turns the lock and twists the doorknob, immediately greeted by the sight of your shaking form through piled on blankets, and soft but clearer sniffing. He steps into the room and shuts the door, immediately directing himself to the edge of your bed. He gently strips the layers of blankets until it's just you, curled up into the smallest ball of tears. You think you're almost done crying.

"Come here, mama," he says, offering a gentle squeeze to your hip. You immediately sit up and keep your gaze down as you crawl over to his lap. As soon as you wrap your arms and legs around him, and you feel his arms holding you close, you realize you're not done crying. You're openly sobbing, again, into his chest. You're balling up the back of his shirt and squeezing him so tight as your chest heaves.

He pulls your hood down and presses kisses to the top of your head. "It's okay, baby, it's okay."

"Sorry," you mumble, your voice broken and quiet from the strained feeling in your throat.

"No. Don't apologize, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong." He feels shitty for saying similar things earlier in such a dismissive tone. You did so well at listening to his side and his feelings, he must've done a terrible job at understanding you if it led to you breaking down. "I mean it. It wasn't your fault." You've calmed down a little more, reduced to just little breaths through your nose as you listen to him talk. "I know I already told you this, but you looked so pretty today." He smiles at the feeling of you retightening your arms around him. "So, so pretty in that dress. No wonder that guy had his eyes on you."

You shake your head against him. "I wore that dress for you," you croak, not audible enough to be heard.

"What's that, princess?" He asks.

You clear your throat and try again. "I only wore the dress for you. I didn't care about anyone else. To me, it was just us two walking around."

He feels wanted. He can really feel how much you love him with that fragile, little heart of yours. He's determined to help you pick up the pieces of your heart and put it back together.

"I know, baby. It was like that for me until I saw all the people who were gawking at you." His blood boils at the memory of all the double takes. He shows you off all the time, but this was supposed to be a comfortable date. He knows better than to let those forgettable people get to him, but you're his girl. All he could think about was putting you in his pocket until you reached the places you wanted to see. "It was driving me crazy." He sighs, taking his turn to tighten his arms around you. "I'm jealous to the point of self destruction when it comes to you. You're a saint for even letting me hold you, right now."

You sit together in silence for a couple minutes. He wonders if you feel as loved by him as he does by you. He can always verbalize it to make sure, but he wants to be your solace through deeper means than just words. Your tears should never be hidden from him, regardless of whether you're arguing or you're emotional for other reasons. His arms should be the first place you fall into when your heart is aching.

"Tell me you love me, doll," he murmurs, into your hair.

You immediately comply to his simple request. It's easy to say when you mean it. "I love you, Toji."

"Mhm, I love you. Now look at me when you say it."

He can hear you giggling as you slightly pull your arms back to create some distance from him. He finally gets to look at you after what seems like hours. You have the cutest red nose and cheeks and your eyes are still a little red and slightly puffy. He thinks you look so beautiful, even after a hard cry.

He grins at the softness of your smile. Everything about you is just so gentle and soft towards him.

"I love you, Toji," you say, through a giggle. You're looking into his green eyes with clear adoration in your gaze.

"Yeah, that's the good stuff. I love you, mama," he returns, before smothering you with kisses all over your face to see how hard he can make you blush.

[smaranshakthi]

I saw the Autumn/Winter prompts and i have to.

So how about Solstice Kiss with Mollymauk preferably Spice and Fluff. I am a sucker for Molly (is it obvious?)

I’ve been dying to write for the M9 again! Especially after having been to the Live Show 😩Fluff with some spice coming right up! Hope you enjoy! 😘

The party rages on. Whatever solstice celebrations this village takes to are very much enjoyable. It’s a refreshing delight to see such peoples take to such debauchery without eye for consequence or modesty. Drink flows a plenty, delicious foods are shared graciously, and the company, the company does not judge. It indulges. When the carnival stopped here for their last show of the year they did not intend to stay this long but the snow kept them. A gift from the gods themselves according to some because they were welcomed by the locals and are more than happy to enable every poor life choice made on this eve for the sake of everyone’s enjoyment. No one would be left out. No one would feel sad or alone on this night. Tonight they are all among family and friends and lovers. It is a good night. 

Mollymauk watches as you dance with Bo the Breaker. You’re spun into the arms of Gustav next who offers you a cup you take to your lips. You’re dressed to impress. While he might be a little biased he dares say you are the most beautiful creature to be seen. While you danced he had occupied himself telling some fortunes here and there. He’d have done it for drink and trade but these people offered generously, even more so when their cups kept refilling. Pockets heavy they kept coming to him still and he would tell them their fortunes. They’d eat up every word but despite his nimble fingers pulling forth the cards he searched for, he was slower than usual. You caught his attention, distracted him whenever you entered his peripheral vision and you knew it too. Little minx you are. 

And then you disappeared into the crowd. His focus returned. If only for a little. Molly finishes up yet another fortune, reshuffling his cards how he always does, assuring they’re in the right order. He has a moment of respite and expects the next farmer to come chatter any moment. The chair opposite of him is not occupied but in front of him he finds a cup of questionable looking liquid. Arms drape over his shoulders sliding down until they link together over his chest. You perch your chin on his shoulder after pressing a quick kiss to his neck. He’s sure you can feel the goosebumps spread across his skin. Your lips are cold. He’s got every intention to change that now. 

“So everyone is having a good time and you are reading fortunes? We closed hours ago.” You chirp letting your cold fingers trail along the exposed skin of his chest. More goosebumps. He can feel your smile when your lips brush so close to his ear. Molly takes the cup in one hand, putting his cards away with the other before he turns to face you better. You take the opportunity to slide into his lap and take a sip of his cup. 

“What’s a little overtime for these good people.” He takes the cup from you. “I thought that was meant for me?” Teasing as ever. He takes a sip. Gods that’s good. Before he can ask you answer.

“Apparently they call it apple crumble mede. It sounds disgusting but tastes like apple pie. They also have cherry, chilli and whiskey but I’m particularly fond of the chestnut one.” 

“So exactly how much did you have to drink?”

“Not nearly enough to be even remotely tipsy.” You’re truthful. You’d only had a single sip of those before you settled on this one. You’d barely had one cup. Molly shakes his head. 

“Such a party and such little drinking? What has become of our reigning champion?” He jests and chuckles when you go to reach for the cup. He holds it out of your reach until you give up with a roll of your eyes. Only then does he feel safe to actually drink more. You clutch your hands together rubbing them for warmth and subconsciously move yourself closer into him. 

“Cold?” He asks. You don’t even make a point to deny it. Instead you curl closer to him. 

“I’m warm when I’m dancing. I feel like the dead of winter when I stop moving.” 

“So what you’re saying is we got to keep you warm somehow?” Molly gives you the most suggestive look he can muster just to humour you. 

“But what about the midnight dance?” You groan throwing your head against his shoulder. His fingers gently dance up your side, brushing up and down at an even pace. They slip under the fabric of your shirt. Molly is making it very hard for you to focus and he knows it. 

“If you insist. I’ll never say no to a dance with you.” You make no move to get up just yet. “Come on… It’s tradition after all.” He lifts you to your feet until you stand on your own, then takes a step backwards and with a ridiculous bow extends to you his hand. Your freezing fingers touch his and he instantly brings them to his lips, shiver running down his spine as the cold hits him but he doesn’t let it stop him. Despite his warmer body, Molly still very much is susceptive to the cold, perhaps even more so than you. 

Mollymauk leads you to the dance floor, where the commoners dance their commoner’s waltzes and let’s be honest, these are probably the only dances the carnies actually know. It’s something to bond over, to finally fit into the chaos that allows for mistakes and choses fun over perfection. The musicians play an upbeat tune while the locals sing the song in a chorus of dancers. Everyone seems to know the song, or at least enough to hum along where the words are but foreign to them or their ability to form coherent sentences, be they out of breath or too intoxicated. You spin under his arm, link your arm with his, close in, then apart, side to side and twirl around each other. You sway and sway, close in, a hairs breath away, and then too far. Repeat. 

It’s the midnight dance, following the patterns of the stars and skies and constellations long lost to Exandria but it matters not. You feel alive, so incredibly alive. The dance is a short, too short but when you see that burning in those scarlet eyes, see that love and admiration, that joy, you know it’s just long enough. You know how this dance ends. You’ve heard the locals talk about it when you ran your errands. And so when the last note strikes and the cheers erupt, you step in close within Molly’s embrace. You look him in the eye, then down to his lips and place yours against his in a feverish kiss. His response is quick, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, the other at the back of your neck tilting your head ever so slightly to gain better access to you. You feel his lips part, his tongue brush against yours and you invite him wholly. Perhaps time slows, or perhaps it moves all too fast because when you part you want more, so much more and when you look him in the eye, so does he. 

Taking his hand you pull Mollymauk along away from the dancing and feasting people. Instead you make for a barn. Perhaps not the most glorious place but you’ve found yourselves in far worse. You quickly pick the lock and slide into the barn, Molly following behind. When he enters you quickly close the door and push him against it. Your lips are on his, hands sliding up his chest until you cup his cheeks. He takes a moment to recover but quickly his hand settle on your hips and in one swift motion he lifts you. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you along to the piles of hay. As you’ve done many times before, you push the coat from his shoulders. Begrudgingly he sets you down so you can take it off and without breaking contact once, place it down behind you. You use this moment to change places, urge him backwards and onto the coat. 

You are the image of seduction and you bring him to his knees with but one wanton look; your lips are slightly parted, your pupils dilated. He can see your breath rise and the twitch of your fingers. All it takes is a gentle push of your guiding hand and he is at your mercy as you crawl on top of him, legs on either side, fingers in his hair pulling at the roots ever so lightly. Your lips meet once more, tongues dancing together, but a taste of what’s to come, of what you are setting out to do. It’s safe to say those solstice kisses are intoxicating but you can do so much more and you intend to prove it. He all but whines when you trail your kisses down his neck, being sure to leave many a mark there, and go down further and further until you feel him. You look up at him when you reach for the buckles of his belt, teasingly slow to undo them. 

“Say the word.” You croon looking up through your lashes. You could have him undone right then and there. When he doesn’t respond thinking about what you’ll do to him, you let your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his trousers. The sweet noises he makes when he’s at your mercy.

“Please.” Begrudgingly he speaks but is cut off by his own mewling sounds when he feels your tongue circle him, then your lips wrap around him, just the once before letting your hands take over, stroking so slowly.

“That’s a good devil.” You grin and when you see the flush to his skin, feel his fingers lace in your hair you go down again. This will be an eventful solstice. One to remember for sure. 

[smaranshakthi]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a Mighty Nein version of the hiding in the alley together Bell's hells scenario you wrote? I really loved your Bell's hells one! Thanks!

Thank you darling! I love that post so much too 🥰

Bell's Hells version 💙

Tight Squeeze (hiding in an alley together)

Beau 💜

You're standing on her toes, and her elbow is poking harshly into your side, and you both just don't know where to look. "Sorry, I'll scoot over a little bit-" "No, wait, hang on a sec-" Awkward scrambling ensues. You whisper and try to convince her to put up with the closeness until you guys are safe, but she. Just. Won't. Listen. Eventually, her squirming has you both off centre and reaching for each other for balance, and she murmurs a quiet: "... oh."

Beau isn't a romantic, never has been, and she's never really gazed into someone's eyes as purposefully as she is right now. You're fucking gorgeous. How has she never stopped to just look at you before? Have you always been so... You blink in confusion as she seems to soften, ever so slightly, calming down enough to breathe in sync with you.

You feel a palm drag itself up your arm, up, up, up until she finally cradles your jaw. And you both stand there, unmoving, for who knows how long, before she eventually tears herself away from you and the alley with a grumble. You take a moment to recover from the intense look in her eye, running after Beau only when she calls your name to hurry up.

-

Caleb 💜

His mouth is puckered in a tight frown as he looks anywhere but your face. It's an incredibly tight squeeze where you've found yourselves, so narrow that you're effectively pinning the wizard to the wall behind him. Your palms rest flat at either side of his neck and his hands have curled into little fists between your chests. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears - or maybe it's Caleb's - you're not quite sure whose it is when you're this close together.

It's incredibly quiet. Awkward, even. So you say something. Anything. A stupid comment on how this is like a cheesy scene in one of the awful smutty books that's been passed around the group, and he can't help but huff a laugh and try to hold back an amused smile. His shoulders relax and he rests his head against the wall to finally get a better look at you, and something makes you lean your head towards him, following his lead. His lips part slightly as you move closer and-

Nott/Veth calling both your names from outside the alley jerks your faces apart, and Caleb very hurriedly inches away from you. "We should, ah..." He reluctantly shuffles towards the road, adjusts unkempt hair and smooths down the front of his coat, fingers twisting the buttons shyly. "W-we should go join the others, ja?" His heart sings at the simple touch of you linking pinkies with him. It's a quiet message he doesn't need to worry about deciphering.

-

Fjord 💜

"Beggin' your pardon." You can't help but snort. Even in times of peril, in situations where you're taking cover from the intense fighting outside of alleyways, Fjord still manages to treat you well and act the perfect gentleman. He shushes you, smiling himself, and it briefly feels like you're the only two people in the world - except for those in the battle mere feet away from your hiding spot.

His eyes soften as you share a secret grin with him, but not in the way you'd like. He clears his throat, peeks out of the gap of the alley."Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation but..." You say his name sweetly, urge him to look up from the ground to meet your gaze, and you see colour quickly spread across his neck in embarrassment. He swallows thickly and looks away, and breathes out the quietest shuddering sigh.

A hesitant hand reaches out for yours, and you grip it tight before he can regret taking the leap. The rest of the Nein find you both in that same position minutes later once the battle had officially ended and it was safe to leave, all tangled fingers and soft gazes. Fjord never wants to let go.

-

Jester 💜

"Are you gonna kiss me?" She's a little cross eyed, a little flushed and out of breath, and so so pretty this close up. Her eyes flick between your own, both your noses just barely grazing. "It feels like now would be a good time to kiss me." And it does.

But the moment is ruined when a swarm of soldiers charges right by the alley's entrance, and Jester lunges forward to hug you close. Together you find yourselves huddled further in the shadows while the enemy runs right by your hiding spot. She's so soft in your arms, perfect - it's like she belongs there - and you want to tell her that, but saying so out loud would easily blow your cover. So you settle for keeping her close, a hand in her hair while she ducks her head under your chin.

You wait until the last soldier has gone before you reluctantly remove yourself from the tiefling (who visibly pouts) and peek outside the alley. Once the coast is clear, you look over your shoulder, only to find Jester already looping arms with you. She smiles, this time confidently, and you enter daylight once more with no mention of the almost-kiss.

-

Mollymauk 💜

He doesn't say a word. Which, y'know, is ideal when skulking about in an abandoned alley, away from prying eyes of spies and mercenaries - but the way how Mollymauk is not-so-subtly glancing your way every few seconds is awfully distracting. You lightly push against his chest, tell him in a hushed voice to stop smirking so much, that this is a very serious situation. "What? Can I not look at you now? Can I not enjoy the little things while we fear for our lives? Who knows when I'll see something so lovely again~"

You push him again, a little more forcefully this time, and he actually barks a laugh, sways back to you and tilts his head with sticky fondness. There's a sudden commotion nearby - heavily armoured folk who suddenly look in the direction of the sound and touch their weapons suspiciously. Quick thinking in the moment has you press your body closely to Molly's, making your forms fit within shadow, and cover his mouth with your hand.

And he's silent again, but his expression has changed. He never looks away from you, nor you him, both of you holding breaths in anticipation - of being discovered, or of something more passionate, you are not completely sure - but the moment is never interrupted. When all is safe and sound once more after the hired fighters evacuate the nearby area, he slowly peels your hand away and presses a single, simple touch of his lips to your palm. It's barely even a kiss, but you don't mind. It's nothing. It's something. It's a promise.

-

Yasha 💜

She's... Well, you already knew that she was tall before this, but you never really knew exactly how tall Yasha was until you were up against each other in a tiny alleyway in some fancy town neither of you know the name of. It's a small space, and there are hired thugs sniffing around town looking for you and the Nein, but you feel so safe with the barbarian - a protective barrier between you and the rest of the world. Your face warms at the thought.

She peers down at you with a blank expression, and you expect awkward silence, but she surprises you with: "Well this is quite cosy, isn't it?" It's dark in the alley, but she can see the wrinkles by your eyes when you smile at her. Good. That'll ease the tension immensely... And the slightly nervous pitter patter of her heart.

Despite it all, she's a little flustered being so close to you. It's weirdly intimate caging you in, and she curses under her breath quietly when you look away bashfully and bite your lip with a grin. She's obviously done something right when you gently rest a hand on her arm and ease her wandering mind. She still feels that touch hours after, and wonders if you're thinking of it too.

-

Kingsley 💜

You don't want to admit it, but you're panicking. What started off as a cheeky side quest quickly spiralled into a catastrophe, and you now find yourself in a claustrophobic space with bad guys on your tails, and you have grazed knees after tripping earlier and you're stuck with your most charming friend who looks at you like he loves you, and it's all too much, and- "Hey, keep your eyes on me."

Kingsley is holding your face in his hands, and you can barely make out his crimson eyes in the dark, but you know he's giving you that look again. "We're gonna be fine, we're gonna get out of this. I'll buy you a drink later, you'll see." You want to believe him, even as your heart drums loudly in your chest, leftover adrenaline dulling in your veins. You follow his lead, breathe in, and breathe out as you move to hold the wrists of his hand that are cupping your face still. You find calm, and he looks proud. Maybe it's only a shadow of an expression in the dark though.

Instead of leading you back towards the ship, Kingsley takes you by the hand and dances around the crowded marketplace towards a quiet tavern on the outskirts of town. He reaches out and holds the door open for you, and grins when you look puzzled."I owe you a drink, remember?"

[smaranshakthi]

THE MIGHTY NEIN: Alone & Together

For @kermit-coded Happy Birthday!!!

[smaranshakthi]

one book that makes me sympathize so hard with the villain. It's been a good couple of months since I finished this book but these few images keep circling in my head.

'The Nine Eyes of Lucien' excerpts under the break

"Do you remember that fiend we fought outside of Berleben? Gods, but that thing had a stench. I thought it was going to feast on my entrails, and Brevyn couldn't get a clear shot, then you found us and got it to chase you just long enough for me to cast and bind it," she said, laughing, and wiped at her brow. "I think that was the day Brev fell for you."

He tried to access the memory, but all he could conjure were the blurry faces of a younger Cree and Brevyn, one on each side of him, haloed in the luminous shine of an enchanted swamp, a few scraggly trees behind offering shade. "Bloody good timing!" Cree had shrieked, and she and Brevyn kissed him on the face. His cheeks burned where the kisses had landed.

--

That's her. The charm. Do you remember? The circus, the lights, the way Yasha's rare smile just lights up the whole fucking night? I know you remember her. She's like your Brevyn, Circus Man. She and I might only have been friends, but I think you have a type.

--

The bright blast of a spell punched into his chest, a rain of blood and sparks exploding from the wound. Lucien pushed his hands into the opening, pulling against the flesh and bones, eager, at last, for the pain to stop. There was a flicker of laughter somewhere in the distance, and a smile he wanted to curl up inside of, and a promise of a long sleep at the end of a longer journey. This was the realm of dreams, after all, and anything was possible.

[smaranshakthi]

needdd crybaby!reader taking care of toji when he comes back super injured from a job or something and she’s losing her mind and needdd that hurt/comfort thing that u write SOO GOOD with ur other crybaby!reader works i love u so much tojipie u r truly a gift

this is so incredibly validating and sweet omg i love YOU :((( when i saw this ask i literally jumped, i love the concepts you guys come up with

content: toji x crybaby reader, hurt/comfort, angst, injuries

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You don’t know how you manage to move him off the porch and inside. If the circumstances were different you might actually be proud of your ability to lug 300 pounds of dead weight across the house.

You try your best to ignore the slick trail of crimson trailing behind the both of you as you pull him down the hallway, grunting, huffing, and trying not to sob as you force down the lump in your throat.

You wrap his arms around your shoulders for the last stretch, hauling his cold body forward as your legs scream in protest. You can barely make out the blue tinge of his fingertips in your peripherals, sniffling as you imagine his heart struggling to keep his body warm after lying face down in the snow for who knows how long.

Five agonizing minutes later you’re on the floor watching the living room carpet soak up the blood pouring from his lower abdomen. Toji is unresponsive, head lolling side to side as you try to shake him awake.

“Toji? Baby?” Your voice cracks, eyes flitting over each and every millimeter of his body as you take in the jagged wound creeping up his hip all the way to his ribs. He’s breathing like he doesn’t need air, one shallow, agonizingly slow breath for every 3 of yours.

Right, fuck. He’s bleeding.

Situations like these weren’t too rare when you’d first met your boyfriend. But nothing like this. Injuries were common but never in a million years did you think it would get to this point.

You’d learned a thing or two about first aid from years of seeing Toji stitch himself up night after night, job after job. Spending hours blubbering on the toilet seat watching him stand in front of the bathroom mirror, tongs in hand as he tried to pry whatever foreign object had lodged itself in his shoulder this time.

The only time he’d let you patch him up were nights when you were inconsolable, threatening to leave him if he didn’t get it together and leave his job behind for something normal. Something that wouldn’t take him away from you one day.

You thought he’d finally turned a new leaf a few months ago when you noticed he’d stop coming home battered up. You didn’t want to ask directly, wanting to hold onto that mix of hope and relief you felt at the prospect of him finally settling down. You shouldn’t have been so hopeful.

You waste no time ripping his already tattered shirt down the middle, pulling the fabric down, and knotting it tight around his abdomen.

Good, okay. The blood soaks into the fabric before ebbing and eventually slowing down. At least, you think it slows down. Everything is the same shade of red, staining your clothes and skin just like it stains his.

“Toji, can you hear me?” You don’t wait for an answer, already searching for a pulse along the side of his neck.

It’s weak, but it’s there. Hammering away under his skin as his body clings onto its last shreds of consciousness. You rock back and forth, cradling his head in your lap as you try to brush his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

He’s cold. So undeniably cold even with the heater blasting, and it takes everything in you not to break down when you notice he’s so limp that the scar across his mouth has lost its dimension, no longer twisting with the little smirk his mouth somehow always finds itself in.

You curl in on yourself, still rocking the two of you back and forth as you wait for a miracle.

“—real good.”

A voice, low and gravelly. One you’d know anywhere.

“Mm.. got me real good,” Toji mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into you as a sob of relief rips through your throat.

“Who?” You sob, cradling his hands in your face. “Who did?”

Toji finally opens his eyes, bloodshot and sensitive from his time in the cold. You feel his chest expand with air, letting a much-needed breath fill his lungs before exhaling his quiet answer.

“Bounty.” His words come much too slowly, almost like he’s trying to figure out how to speak again. “Guy.. owed a client some m-money. Didn’t… expect ‘m to be so good with a blade.”

“I thought you quit.” You whimper, lip quivering. You can’t believe he’d gone back to taking hits for quick cash, nearly killing himself over some quick pocket change.

“You know... I can’t do that, baby.” That’s all you get in return, his overwhelming guilt evident. There was no other path for Toji, no feasible way you’d ever get him to settle down.

You feel the tears start up again, leaving searing trails of salt down your cheeks and neck. Toji’s expression softens at your distress,

“I’m okay... I’m okay baby, I promise.” He whispers again and again, nuzzling into your neck as you sob into his chest for what feels like forever. Soft kisses flit over your nose and forehead, the warmth in his body returning with every pump of his still-beating heart.

A shaky, blood-stained hand wipes the tears from each side of your face, quickly returning to his side as the muscles in his arm give out.

You feel calmed down enough to breathe, pulling back from the raven-haired man to gather your bearings.

Toji takes a minute to look over his injury, peeling back the sticky fabric to assess the damage. Emerald eyes soften in relief.

“I’ll be fine.” He says firmly, letting you run your hand through his sweaty, blood-crusted hair. “Didn’t.. hit anything important. Fuck, need sleep.”

You don’t respond, watching his eyes drift closed and his head droop to the side. You’d call Shiu in the morning, ask him to bring antibiotics and an IV over.

You don’t know how long it is before you speak, cringing at how hoarse your voice has become.

“Tell me you’ll quit one day.” You don’t even know if he can still hear you.

A much larger hand engulfs yours, squeezing softly.

“One day.” He mumbles, you know he's lying to you.

[smaranshakthi]

Yes. Yes I think about this ONLY ALL THE TIME.

My heart aches for him because he made the wrong choices too when all he wanted was: a warm family, a home, his best friend, his lover. He just wanted them back. And at the end, even he knew he was too far gone. He hated himself for being born and raised in the run and at the end of it all, never rose above that and that fucking breaks my heart. He deserved (deserved? Maybe? Could have had is more like it) so much better.

You ever just think about the tragedy of Lucien Tavelle and cry a little bit? He didn’t seek out the Somnovem intentionally; he found the book on accident and was more interested in the silly hat the original owner was wearing than it. It only became important when the girl he loved died trying to get it back for him. And by the time he knew there was something fucked up about it, it was too late.

And then he was dead. And there was no coming back from that, because the Lucien that Cree brought back was a wholly different one than the Lucien Tavelle of before. Hollowed out and cruel, with only wisps of memories of who he was before remaining.

[smaranshakthi]

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆!𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮: toji’s bulking and you’re ovulating! how can you keep your hands to yourself when all you want to do is touch? 𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝐸𝒩𝒯 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢: size difference (toji has a monster cock ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა), blowjob, female oral, choking, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, cream-pie, explicit language, mirror sex, toji fucks you in a headlock ݁𖥔 ݁˖

BULKING!TOJI who always seems to be wearing the sluttiest clothing. muscle tees that grip his meaty arms enticingly, showing off every curve and bulge of his well-defined biceps. his sweats always seem to hang too low on his hips, revealing a dark happy trail that leads down to his waistband. the fabric clinging to his thick thighs.

BULKING!TOJI who religiously carries a protein shaker with him, even on date nights, because he's serious about his bulking diet. he’s got a variety of protein powders, from chocolate to vanilla, and he loves mixing them with different fruits and oats to keep things interesting.

BULKING!TOJI who loves trying out new high-calorie recipes and often ropes you into cooking massive meals with him. you two have fun experimenting in the kitchen, making everything from giant stacks of protein pancakes to hearty chicken and rice dishes, always ensuring they meet his caloric needs. he’s genuinely grateful. often, hugging you from behind while you cook, placing the sloppiest kisses behind your ears, his tattooed arms coiled around your frame. his gratitude is evident in the way he nuzzles into your neck, whispering sweet nothings about how much he appreciates your efforts. “i love you, y’know that. . .right?”

BULKING!TOJI who despite his intense workouts, always makes time to cuddle and watch movies, using you as his favorite "recovery" time. he loves resting his head on your lap while you binge-watch your favorite series, feeling your fingers run through his hair as he relaxes. “i hate this scene.”

BULKING!TOJI who gets annoyed and sleeps on the couch when you won’t stop playing with his tits. “you’re so damn annoying.”

BULKING!TOJI who you make sure has a secret stash of snacks in his gym bag for when he needs extra calories on the go. protein bars, nuts, and dried fruits are his go-to, and he always has a little something to munch on between sets or during quick breaks. “humph. this lady is trying to make me fatter.”

BULKING!TOJI who becomes an expert at meal prepping, and his mini fridge is always stocked with containers of chicken, rice, and veggies. each container meticulously measured to ensure he gets the right amount of protein, carbs, and fats, and he takes pride in his perfectly organized fridge.

BULKING!TOJI who likes wearing your crop tops, flexing in front of the mirror. “take it off! you’re stretching my shit toji.” “no.”

BULKING!TOJI who can’t resist squeezing your face in his bicep, laughing as your chubby cheeks push together. “haha!”

BULKING!TOJI who just throws you over his shoulder during arguments. “i’ll put you down when you’re done being a brat.”

BULKINGTOJI! who thinks it’s dumb as you tie a pink ribbon around his wrist, demanding he stay still. he thinks it’s even dumber when you record it, the video boasting one-million likes on tiktok. “they loveeeeee you!”

BULKING!TOJI who’s entire hand covers your face. jeez, your poor cunt, he thinks.

BULKING!TOJI who can’t help but admire the way your swollen sticky lips suckle at his thick cock, pulling him back in greedily. usually, it’d take some time for him to ease into your tiny hole. but, you were ovulating today and after seeing your boyfriend walking around shirtless with nothing but boxers on, you practically jumped his bones.

BULKING!TOJI who presses all his weight into you as he fucks into your soppy pussy, the pressure in your back dull as he prods into that sweet spot from behind. pale veiny hands pull your cheeks apart, spreading you, revealing your puckering hole. a glob of warm spit followed by his thumb lubricating your asshole has you arching your back in anticipation. “papaaaa,” glossy eyes squeeze shut as he gently sinks his thumb into your asshole, pelvis relentlessly slapping into your sore ass. the sight has his dick twitching, “humph, look so pretty with both holes filled.”

BULKING!TOJI who doesn’t care that you’re overstimulated, rocking his dick into your tight velvety walls at a mean pace. you don’t know how many orgasms the man has yanked from you. “i know baby, doing so good. takin’ all of me like a big girl, fuckkkk.” glazed eyes watching the way you glisten on him as he folds you against the wooden headboard, your legs flush to your chest. “tojiiii,” you whine, he could get drunk off the way you whimper his name. “am i deep baby?” he groans, thick cream building on his base. “mhm!”

BULKING!TOJI who has you in the nastiest chokehold, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other forcing you to look into the mirror. you’re a mess, disheveled hair, tear-stained cheeks, swollen lips. the man’s so fucking huge he covers your entire body. “unt, unt. eyes open beautiful.” he sends a particularly deep thrust that has you shivering. slick, slick, slick, a repetitive noise that has him grunting deeply into your ear.

BULKING!TOJI who eats your pussy while you suck his dick. it’s a struggle taking the man, drool seeping down your chin as you slurp at the veiny masterpiece. it’s also a struggle to concentrate as he eats you out like a starved man, spitting, slapping, fingering. god, you’re gonna cum again. “cummin!”

BULKING!TOJI who watches as his cum trickles out of your pulsing hole, huffing and pushing it back inside. “stay.”

[smaranshakthi]

The funny thing about toji is that if you can’t stay quiet, he’ll make you stay quiet.

his line of work comes with an innate knowledge of the human body. every vein, every artery, every ligament, is just another chess piece to map out in his mind. if you can’t keep it down when he’s pummeling his dick into you from behind, no problem, because he’s pressing down on a special little spot right under your windpipe before you can apologize for being too loud, rendering you silent with a low growl.

it’s so hot. so devastatingly hot how calculated he is and how intimately he knows your body. soon enough, a rough hand reaches down to lock your arms behind your body, your only balance being your two feet that were currently tip-toed to accommodate for his towering height.

the thing you’re most in awe of is the fact that you can breathe completely fine. your vision doesn’t have those little black spots you usually get when he chokes you. it’s not breathe play, just a little trick he picked up from hunting people down in broad daylight as a 9 to 5.

you want to moan, scream, whimper, whatever you can do to let him know you’re feeling good. but toji knows. he knows how good he’s giving it to you and that’s exactly why you can’t afford to get caught. you’re 16 floors up in your office building, stuffed into a maintenance closet with nothing in to grab onto but the taught muscular flesh of his forearm as he uses your restrained arms for purchase, pulling you onto his cock with one hand while the other catches any semblance of noise trying to escape from you.

He’s stopping your whimpers at the source with just the press of two fingers, sending them right back down to your lungs where they wait to be let out again.

“Yeah? Feels that good?” He whispers, chuckling fondly when all you can do is nod. It’s more of a rhetorical, he knows how good it feels just from how hard you’re sucking him in.

You don’t even realize how close you are to your orgasm until your arms are released and two calloused fingers move to rub your clit in soft circles, sending you both over the edge in mere seconds.

You let it all go, slumping back against the rock wall that is his chest and thanking the stars above that no one can hear you as you cum all over his cock.

Except, Toji’s hand isn’t on your throat anymore. It’s resting under your ribcage, holding you up as your jelly legs struggle to accommodate your weight. You’re moaning and loud at that, unable to stop yourself without the added help from his grip on your neck.

You never thought you’d say this, but your beyond grateful for the massive warm hand that slaps over your mouth, cutting your sounds of pleasure off and rendering you silent once again.

“Aw c’mon, what’d i tell you about being quiet?” He teases.

[smaranshakthi]

The dream tbh part 2 🥰

Part 1

[smaranshakthi]

Something we can save

+ pairings. suguru geto x f!reader

+ tags. romance, a lil bit angst, dark romance themes, smut, relationship problembs, depressed Geto

The young woman's eyes darted over the crowded street, her heart racing like it was playing catch-up with the pulse of the city. Her breaths came in short gasps, each one carrying the scent of rain-kissed asphalt and the distant whisper of jasmine. She clutched a small bouquet of flowers, their vibrant colors stark against the muted gray of the evening. The city was a canvas of neon lights and shadows, the buildings stretching tall like sentinels watching over her every move. The rain had stopped, leaving behind a glistening sheen that reflected the hustle and bustle of the night.

With a deep breath, she approached the apartment building, the same one she had visited countless times before. It was a simple place, nestled between a noodle shop and a convenience store, but it had become a sanctuary of sorts for her. She knew the rhythm of its walls, the creak of the stairs, and the comforting silence of the elevator that took her to the fifth floor. The anticipation grew with every step she took, a mix of excitement and dread that coiled in her stomach like a tight spring.

Reaching Suguru's door, she paused, listening for any sign of life within. The quiet was almost deafening, the only sound the distant echo of laughter from the street below. She lifted her hand, feeling the cool metal of the knob beneath her fingertips, and knocked gently. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing him in the dimly lit hallway. His smile was the same, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. It was as if he was holding something back, a secret that painted shadows across his features.

They stepped into the living room, and she placed the bouquet on the coffee table. The room was a mess, with clothes strewn about and empty takeout containers littering the floor. She'd never seen it like this before — usually, it was a testament to his meticulousness, a space so neat it could pass for a magazine spread. The music was too loud, a desperate attempt to fill the void that seemed to have settled between them.

Suguru took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. The walls were plastered with band posters and photos from their past adventures, but they offered no comfort now. The bed was unmade, the sheets tangled like the thoughts in her mind. He kissed her, his touch urgent, as if trying to convince her — and himself — that everything was fine. But she could feel the tremor in his hands, the tension in his embrace. It was like dancing with a storm, trying to ignore the thunder in the background.

Their clothes fell away, a silent symphony of unspoken words. His skin was hot against hers, his breaths shallow and uneven. The room spun around them, a whirlwind of passion and doubt. She closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in the moment, to find the connection they once had. But it was like trying to hold onto a fading dream—just out of reach, slipping away with every beat of her heart.

Suguru kissed her neck, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that bordered on desperation. She felt his erection pressing against her, insistent and demanding. She parted her legs, letting him enter her with a sigh that was equal parts relief and resignation. The initial feeling of fullness was almost comforting, a sensation she had missed. But as they moved together, the emptiness inside her only grew. It was a hollow embrace, a mimicry of intimacy.

"You feel so good," he murmured against her skin, his voice strained. She bit her lip, not trusting herself to speak. The words felt like a lie on her tongue, a betrayal of what she really felt. She nodded, letting the rhythm of their bodies speak for her. His hands found her breasts, kneading them gently. The friction between them grew, each thrust sending a shiver of something that could almost be mistaken for pleasure through her.

Their eyes locked, and she saw the doubt in his, the fear that she was slipping away. He quickened his pace, trying to hold onto her, to claim her as his. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of him inside her, the way he filled her up and stretched her wide. It was almost enough to push aside the thoughts that plagued her, the whispers that told her this was just going through the motions. But not quite.

They reached their climax together, a crescendo of breaths and moans that echoed in the silence of the room. For a brief moment, she felt alive again, connected to him in the most primal way. But as he collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the illusion shattered. They lay there, sweaty and spent, the only sound the harsh rasp of their breathing. He kissed her again, but it was like trying to piece together a broken vase with sticky tape—it held, but the cracks were still there, glaring and unmistakable.

The aftermath was a tapestry of tangled limbs and awkward silence. He rolled off her, his arm draped over her waist. She stared at the ceiling, tracing the patterns of the cracks with her gaze. The room felt smaller, suffocating almost. The smell of their sex lingered in the air, a stark reminder of what they had just shared — or rather, what they had just pretended to share. She swallowed hard, pushing down the lump that threatened to rise in her throat. This wasn't what she had hoped for, but maybe it was all they had left.

Suguru sat up, his back to her, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He reached for his clothes, pulling them on with jerky, unpracticed movements. Each button, each zipper was a silent declaration that he was retreating into himself again. She watched him, her heart aching with a pain she hadn't felt in a long time. It was like watching someone she knew fade away into a photograph, the colors slowly draining until all that was left was a sad, monochrome version of the man she had once loved.

As he walked towards the kitchen, she couldn't help but admire the strength in his stride, the way his muscles rippled with every step. Despite the weight of his emotions, he carried himself with an air of confidence that was almost palpable. She sat up, the cold air hitting her skin like a slap, and followed him. The floorboards creaked beneath her feet, a mournful tune that seemed to echo their current state. The kitchen was a mess, too — dishes piled in the sink, counters littered with dirty pans and half-eaten food.

He opened the fridge, the light casting a cold, blue glow over his face. She could see the exhaustion etched into every line, the shadows under his eyes like bruises from a fight with reality. He grabbed a beer, popped the cap off, and took a long swig. The sound was almost defiant in the quiet, a declaration of defeat wrapped in a casual gesture. He offered her one without looking, his hand extended blindly behind him. She took it, the cool bottle a stark contrast to the heat still emanating from her body.

The kitchen was a minefield of unspoken words and unanswered questions. She leaned against the counter, the condensation from her beer bottle leaving a wet trail on her skin. She took a sip, the bitter taste a harsh reminder of the truth she had been avoiding. They were two people living parallel lives, intersecting only in moments like these — moments of passion that couldn't fill the void between them. She searched for something to say, something that would make it all okay, but the words remained trapped in her throat, a jumble of fear and regret.

Suguru turned to face her, the fridge door now closed, the light above flickering. He studied her, his gaze intense. "You know," he began, his voice thick with unspoken words, "I thought this would be different."

The admission hung in the air like a question, a silent plea for her to explain, to justify her distance, her coldness. But she had no answers for him. Not ones he would want to hear, anyway. She took another sip of her beer, the bubbles fizzing in her mouth like the beginnings of a lie. "I know," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Me too."

He stepped closer, closing the gap between them. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His thumb traced her cheekbone, leaving a trail of warmth that made her tremble. "What happened to us?" he whispered, the pain in his voice raw and unfiltered.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored his own. "I don't know," she confessed, her voice cracking. "But maybe it's time we find out."

The tension in the room grew, a living, breathing entity that wrapped around them like a second skin. They stared at each other, the weight of their unspoken truths pressing down like an invisible force. And for the first time in what felt like forever, she saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, they could salvage the wreckage of their love and build something new, something real. Or perhaps it was just a mirage, a fleeting illusion before the final curtain call.

But in that moment, with the cold beer in her hand and the warmth of his touch against her skin, she allowed herself to believe. She took a step towards him, her bare feet cold against the tile floor. He met her halfway, his arms wrapping around her in a fierce embrace. They stood there, in the heart of their shared chaos, holding onto each other like lifeboats in a storm-tossed sea. And for just a moment, she felt like maybe, just maybe, they could weather this storm together.

[smaranshakthi]

"yeah baby stay just like that"

you were just so good for him, taking his fat cock all the way to the shaft, taking every drop of his delicious cum like a good slut with your face down and ass up, arching your back to make sure you feel every inch of him

and you just looked so cute clawing at the sheets trying to practically get away from him but he made sure to keep a good grip on your hips with his large hands, pulling you back towards him and listening to how you whimper his name trying to stop him

"just a little longer then you can go back to enjoying your show" he was just a little pent up from work all day and seeing you in your sexy pajamas just ticked something off in him enough to grab you by the ankles and drag you towards him and whip it out

the way he just stretches you out in all the right ways has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and making your brain go blank, only being able to think about the sweet nothings he whispers into your ear

"you take me so fucking good, gonna fill you up and give you so many babies" his voice deep and grumbly next to your ear as his hips work on their own to give you what you want and what he needs aka a release, his grip tightened more and more as he got closer and his grunts got more primalcumming inside you with a load groan while you moaned into the mattress

you both standing there a couple seconds regaining your thoughts before toji pulled out of you and put your pajamas back on, as much as he wanted to clean you up he was just tired to so he opted to just watch you show with you held tightly in his arms

[smaranshakthi]

— ARE YOU LISTENING?

pairing: suguru geto x f!reader

wc: 2.3k

tags: dubcon, noncon elements, vomit/emeto, power imbalance, cockwarming

summary: The name of the game is cruel and unusual punishment, and you just happen to be the unlucky winner.

notes: yeah idk. read the tags and read them again before you click the read more. sex is dubcon at best, the vomit is def noncon. you've been warned. dividers by @/adornedwithlight

❥ ao3 link here

After the months you’ve spent at the monastery, you have no idea how Geto-sama feels about you. Now and then you see him, but he’s distant at best, unreadable at worst.

Rumors float around and they always find their way to you. Sometimes innocent ones, other times things you have no stake in. But there’s one that seeps through the halls of the monastery, one that makes your stomach tighten, your breathing needle sharp.

Geto-sama isn’t very fond of you.

It’s childish, you know you shouldn’t let it bother you. But it does. Especially when it’s followed by baseless accusations that you know aren’t true.

You’re irresponsible. A burden to the family. As you walk down the corridors, you swear you can hear the echoes of your peers' voices–what is your contribution?

Though you know this isn’t true, it still weighs on your conscience. Just enough for you to get desperate to prove everyone wrong, shut them up for once.

But you weren’t able to.

You’ll admit, it was a poor decision made in the heat of the moment. Sick of hearing whispers of your incompetence, you would do anything to prove it, including bringing back a curse for your beloved master. Though you’re out of practice, a grade two should be well within your capabilities.

Unfortunately, some things are a lot easier said than done.

It’s a miracle he noticed something was amiss. If it weren’t for him coming to your rescue, you would be nothing but a pile of broken bones by now. And while you’re grateful for him saving you, it does not spare you from the embarrassment and shame of the now reinforced idea that you’re irresponsible.

The trip back to the monastery was held together by an eerie silence. Suguru wore no emotion on his face while you wore yours on your sleeve, all wandering eyes and nervous tics. By the time the two of you make it back to a private room, nothing has changed. You’re still a nervous wreck, and Suguru does nothing to acknowledge it.

He simply sits down on the armchair, letting out a heavy sigh as he bends. Slowly, he places his chin on his hand and tuts. “Why did you do it?”

You’re barely able to look him in the eye. “I felt like I needed to prove myself.”

“Why?” he asks again, his voice low and dangerous.

You inhale sharply as an attempt to get the words out easier. It doesn’t help.

“I’ve heard some people say that you don’t like me,” you state, and the words choke on the way out, a ball forming in your throat as you attempt to push them out, “because I’m irresponsible.”

“The first half isn’t true. I’m actually quite fond of you…” he pauses, and you get your hopes up in the brief silence, “but you did prove the latter.”

As quickly as you got your hopes up, they crash to the floor. It stings, hearing him say that.

”There’s a reason why things are the way they are…” he trails off, eyes analyzing your form from top to bottom. It feels like he’s dissecting you with a scalpel in hand, cutting into the skin to see what’s hidden underneath.

“You don’t need to prove anything,” he hums with–if you’re not mistaken–the slightest hint of amusement, “but you do need to be punished.”

Even though this is supposed to be a punishment, his words send heat rushing to your face. It only worsens when he beckons you to come closer, your breath hitching when he’s close enough to touch.

”Don’t be shy,” Suguru coos, patting his lap, gesturing for you to come take your seat. It feels like a trap, but you know you can’t refuse him.

Awkwardly, you raise one leg over the other, gently sitting down, doing your best to avoid touching chests together because that would be too much for your poor heart. Seeing him this up close is a sight to behold. Soft skin that can only be achieved with a meticulous multi-step care routine. Silky tresses of obsidian that makes you wonder how he takes care of it, if he has someone brush it for him in the mornings. You feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought.

“Is this something you do with the others?” you ask, hushed and quiet because you’re unsure if this question will spur on another punishment.

He tilts his head quizzically before smiling gently. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “No.”

It shouldn’t excite you, but it does. Something hot and honeyed makes its way down your core when his large hands wrap around your upper thighs and straddle you closer to him until you feel something hard pressed against your clothed cunt.

The sensation is enough to make your heart race, and intensifies even more when you realize you don’t even know what your punishment is yet.

His hands pull and adjust your skirt until he exposes your underwear. From there his hands are agonizingly slow, his finger tracing up your thigh until he reaches the gusset. With a swift movement he pulls it off to the side, the sudden exposure to the cold air making you wince.

”Geto-sama?”

Your question goes unanswered.

It feels far from a punishment when his fingers make their way to your clit, gently tracing circles until you can’t hold your voice back. As soon as he hears you moan for him, it’s as if he’s trying to rip it out of you, motions becoming tighter and faster as your breath quickens.

And as quickly as he gets you on the precipice, he takes his fingers away, making you whine at the loss of his touch.

“This is a punishment,” he reminds you, a teasing lilt woven into his voice, “turn around.”

So you do as he says, waiting in anxious anticipation for what comes next.

You hear the sounds of fabric shuffling and shifting before something hot and hard presses against your ass. A shaky breath leaves your lips as he rubs against you. Geto’s patience knows no bounds, while you’re desperate for him to get it over with, grinding against his cock to entice him to put it in already. He finally heeds your call, but only after pressing against your hole teasingly before pulling away a few times, just to hear that high pitched whine when he doesn’t give you the satisfaction.

When he finally gives you what you want, you nearly regret asking for it. Geto takes his sweet time putting himself into you. It’s painfully slow, as if you can feel every part of your pussy stretch itself out for him inch by inch. All you can do is steady your breathing until he bottoms out, and let out a shaky moan when he does.

Geto doesn’t let you catch your breath before asking, “You know about my curse technique, don’t you?”

This hardly feels like the time to have a talk about sorcery and the like, but it’s not like you have many options.

”I’m aware, yes,” you do your best to sound composed, though your voice is breathy, your head somewhere else entirely as you look down where you’re connected to him. That aching need grows at the sight of it, your hips moving before you realize what you’re doing.

“How much are you aware of?” Geto continues, and the contrast between your composures is laughable. His hands grip tightly onto your hips, holding them in place.

“You can absorb cursed spirits, and you have a lot of them stored up.” You hope this is the right answer, as if this is a test you have a chance of passing.

(You don’t.)

“Do you know how I absorb them?” he coos, as if he’s amused by your answer. It’s difficult to tell if his interest is genuine or not, but realistically you guess it’s somewhere in the middle. Getting tested about his cursed technique isn’t exactly what you had in mind as a punishment, but Geto can be a bit of an eccentric character when he wants to be. Cult leader things, you suppose.

”No.” you reply, ashamed because it’s the truth. You’re not exactly trusted with much in regards to cursed spirits, working more with administrative tasks that are deemed too tedious for the stronger curse users.

His thumb brushes against your lips before he gets closer, so close the warmth of his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “I swallow them.”

It’s a strange mental image to conjure, and not one you particularly want to imagine at the moment. If you were to be honest, you think it's beneath him, but you'd never voice that opinion out loud.

“Have I ever told you about the taste of a curse?” His timbre changes to something dark and low, a threat lurking beneath the surface of his words. Suddenly, despite yourself, you feel exposed. Like a deer in headlights, frozen and staring down the car that’s going to run it over. Nothing good can come from this.

You do not know. You do not want to know. But one thing is certain: he’ll tell you anyway.

“It tastes horrible,” he states simply. He presses his lips against your neck, gently nibbling against the supple skin. The way he kisses you is soft, something too intimate for a subordinate and superior. It’s almost enough to distract you from the words that leave his mouth next, “like a rag soaked in vomit.”

And though his words strike fear in your heart, it’s not enough to pull yourself off of him. You shouldn’t be enjoying yourself, but Geto has a way with his fingers. With the way he has you melting in his hands when he touches your puffy clit, desperate for any kind of simulation.

“It makes you want to retch and gag, yet nothing comes out.” His words don’t match his actions–the former filling you with unease, the latter keeping you on the edge of pleasure. Either way, your heart beats faster, along with an unsettling tincture of cortisol and adrenaline coursing through your body.

His thumb gently swipes over your lips before pushing into the seam, a demand for an opening. You give it to him before you can stop to think about it and the way his fingers touch your tongue makes your stomach twist in fear. It’s cold, analytical, like a researcher examining a specimen with gloved hands, pressing and prodding with the goal of invoking some kind of reaction.

“Since you want to know so badly, why don’t you have a taste?”

He doesn’t give you the chance to respond, shifting gears to stuff his fingers down your throat as deep as possible. The sounds that leave your lips are unfamiliar and unwelcome to your ears, forced retches and coughs filling the empty room as you receive your punishment.

Geto doesn’t blink when you vomit, nor does he move his fingers away. He simply watches with a cold eye as you empty the contents of your stomach onto his arm and the floor.

There’s nowhere to run, his free arm wrapped firmly around your waist to bring you further into him. Every muscle in your body tightens in all the wrong ways as he attempts to get another out of you. It comes out too easily, as if your body is willing to give him whatever he wants.

If this is what his affection is like, you don’t want to experience his contempt. Or maybe it’d be better. Gracious. A quick cut to the throat. A gunshot to the chest. Not whatever this is, this drawn out torture, rendering you into a pathetic state where you can’t even beg for mercy.

The muscles in your stomach ache from twisting and constricting when there’s nothing left to purge, but Geto doesn’t stop. Even when your throat burns with bile in places it shouldn’t be, when you claw and scratch into his arms enough to draw blood. Not until he gets a few shallow strokes in, grunting at the way your body tightens up for him with his fingers down your throat.

Geto can’t stop himself from cumming inside you, not when every part of you seems to be gripping around him for all his worth. Drool spills from your mouth as he empties himself inside you, each hot spurt of his seed making you groan.

“Maybe, I was a bit rough,” Geto removes his hand from your mouth and returns to the soft tone he carries when talking with his family, though it does nothing to soothe you. If anything, it puts you on edge, in fear that he wants to take more from you.

“But you did good for me. Surely, that warrants a reward.”

You don’t want whatever reward he’s offering but you’re too scared, too worn out to fight. You don’t give him a nod, you simply watch as his fingers find your clit. Despite his cruelty, his fingers are generous, and it’s jarring enough to give you whiplash.

Like his punishments, Geto’s swift with his rewards, drawing tighter and tighter circles around your clit until you cum with his softening cock inside you. Your orgasm is tainted even though pleasure courses through your body, your muscles too worn out to truly indulge. Even still, your cunt convulses around him as you cry and cough when you finally recieve that release you’ve (regrettably) been begging for.

Geto slowly pulls his fingers away from you as you come down from your high, his arms wrapping you in a gentle embrace. Every hair on your body stands, every nerve on high alert.

“I hope you learned your lesson. I won’t be so nice next time.”

[smaranshakthi]

𖧹Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto

𖧹smut

𖧹2.8k

𖧹mdni

𖧹cw: established relationship (gojo x reader), mmf threesome, oral (both rec), fingering, unprotected sex.

𖧹part 2 (coming soon)

when satoru brought up having a threesome you wouldn't say you were against the idea... you just weren't exactly sure you wanted to share your man with another girl, knowing that you can be both jealous and possessive.

"it'd be with suguru" he told you when you voiced your concerns to him. now that, that piqued your interests.

you were pretty familiar with satoru's best friend, suguru geto having spent time with the man on several occasions and you have to admit, he's attractive.

tall, dark and endlessly charismatic, with a voice that dripped like honey and you couldn’t help but imagine the way it sounds moaning your name when he’s drunk on your pussy and ready to burst.

"i didn't expect that" you admit, your cheeks heating up. "but..." you hesitated, the weight of his proposal sinking in. "are you sure? sharing me with him?"

satoru's gaze darkened, a smirk playing at his lips. "suguru and i share a lot of things babe. and trust me, you'll enjoy this just as much as we will"

his confidence was maddening. and the way he spoke—as though he'd already decided this was happening—made your pulse quicken.

the idea lingered in your mind over the next few days, no matter how hard you tried to push it aside. it wasn't just the thought of satoru's hands and lips on you that haunted your thoughts, no, it was the fact that it would be suguru's hands and lips on you as well.

would he be gentle or rough? would his voice drop into that low, sultry tone as he murmured sinful promises against your skin?

it didnt take long after you told satoru your answer for him to get everything arranged. he came to you the next day telling you that friday was the night it was happening.

friday— just two days away.

shit, that was sooner than you expected.

when geto stepped through the door friday evening, dressed in a dark button up that emphasized his broad shoulder and long legs, and gave you a small, genuine smile your nerves flew away.

"it's good to see you again" his voice was as smooth as ever when he greeted you, closing the distance in just a few steps. his scent hits you immediately and you cant help but inhale, letting it wrap around you like a blanket, warm and comforting.

you swallow hard, heart racing as satoru approaches you, his hand finding the small of your back. "she's been looking forward to this" he teased, his tone light but his touch grounding.

geto arched a brow, his gaze flicking from you to satoru and back. "is that so?" his voice dropped slightly, the weight of it settling over you. you didnt trust your voice at the moment, so you nod, your throat tight.

"don't be shy." satoru murmured, tilting your chin up to meet his intense gaze. His smirk softened as his thumb brushed softly against your bottom lip. "we'll take care of you, won't we suguru?"

blue eyes flick over towards dark ones and the two share a look.

"of course" suguru replies easily, his voice like velvet. he moved closer, his presence commanding without being overwhelming. The air between the three of you seemed to crackle, charged with an energy that made your skin tingle.

satoru leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “relax, beautiful. let us make you feel good.”

before you could respond, his mouth claimed yours, his kiss firm and possessive. his hands slid down your back, pulling you closer until you were pressed against him. you barely had time to process the way his tongue teased against your bottom lip when you felt suguru’s fingers ghost along your arm, a featherlight touch that sent a shivers racing across your arm.

when satoru finally pulled back, his blue eyes blazing with desire, suguru stepped up. he cupped your face gently, his hands warm and steady as he studied you for a moment.

“you’re so sexy,” he said softly. then his lips met yours, his kiss a stark contrast to satoru’s— slow, deliberate, as though he was savoring the taste of you.

your hands found their way to suguru's chest, your fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his shirt. his heartbeat was steady beneath your touch, a calming rhythm that grounded you even as your body hummed with anticipation.

satoru's hands roamed, sliding under your shirt to trace the curve of your waist. his lips found the side of your neck, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin.

the combination of sensations was overwhelming— the feel of suguru's lips on yours and satoru's touch leaving you breathless.

"she tastes sweet, doesn't she?" satoru murmured against your skin, his voice low and teasing.

suguru hummed in agreement, you can feel the way his lips curl into a smile against yours. "very."

the heat in the room seemed to rise as their hands and mouths explored, their touches growing bolder. satoru tugged at your shirt, slipping it over your head in one swift motion, while suguru's fingers traced the line of your jaw, his dark eyes intense, filled with a lust you never expected to be directed at you.

"you okay?" suguru asked, his voice soft, his concern evident despite the intensity of the moment.

you nodded, your breath hitching. "i'm okay."

satoru grinned, his hands settling on your hips, chest pressed against your back. "good. let us take the lead, then"

their hands worked in tandem, slowly peeling away the remainder of your clothes until you were left bare under their hungry gazes. their hands moved with purpose.

satoru’s sliding down to your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, while suguru's traced the curve of your spine, his touch gentle yet firm. the changes in their breathing mirrored the growing intensity, the room filled with soft gasps, whispered words of filth and the loud thrumming of your heartbeat.

"maybe we should move this to the bedroom" suguru suggested, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, precum already beginning to leak from his tip and he palmed himself over the cloth. satoru hummed in agreement, the grip on your thighs tightening as he begins walking in the direction of the bedroom.

suguru pushes open the door, stepping inside first with satoru close on his heels. by the time they laid you back against the mattress, your body was buzzing with anticipation, every never ending alight. satoru's lips found your again, his kiss deep and consuming.

his hands find your waist, slowly moving up until he was cupping your chest, fingers ghosting over your pebbled nipples, while suguru's hands traveled up the expanse on your leg, gently massaging your calves as his hands continued inching up your leg, getting closer and closer to your throbbing core.

their hands worked in tandem, one set calloused and confident, the other smooth and deliberate, exploring every inch of you. you lost track of whose touch was whose, their movements so seamless that it felt like they were one, a perfect balance of dominance and tenderness.

"you're so sexy," geto murmured, his voice husky as he positioned himself between your spread legs, face just inches away from your cunt. you instinctively closed your legs, shying away from his burning gaze, not use to anyone but satoru seeing you like this.

suguru gave you a soft smile, his hands coming up to knead the soft skin of your thighs as he waits patiently for you to spread your legs again.

"you're in good hands" satoru teased, his tone playful but tinged with heat. "suguru is very good with his tongue" satoru murmurs against your neck, his breath on your neck as his mouth travels down to your chest, lips leaving open mouthed kisses in his wake.

your hips buck involuntarily, a whine slipping past your lips. your eyes flick to geto's in a pleading look, and he doesn't need to be told what to do.

he dives in. his tongue licking a long stripe from your fluttering hole to your clit, swollen and aching. he places a few kitten licks to your clit before he's taking it into this mouth and sucking on it with a precision that had your toes curling almost instantly. your back arches off the bed as satoru sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened nub.

"so sensitive" suguru murmurs when he pulls away for air— the way he says it is more like an afterthought. he goes right back to your pussy, using two of his fingers to spread your folds. his tongue pushes its way past your entrance as he fucks it in and out of you before moving back up to your clit.

your fingered desperately grip the sheets below you,

your breaths come out in uneven pants as suguru slowly pushes one of his thick fingers into your pussy, obsessed with the way your walls seem to swallow the digit.

"you taste incredible" suguru says lowly, his dark eyes flick up to meet yours, the arousal in his gaze sends another wave of heat through you. "i could stay here all night"

"who's the greedy one now" satoru snorts but suguru pays him no mind, instead going back to licking and sucking at your cunt with a hum of satisfaction.

the vibrations of the hum sending shockwaves though you that was almost too much to bear.

your hands find his long, black hair, clutching the strands as your body moves on its on, grinding your hips up against his face as your driven closer and closer to the edge.

satoru has abandoned your chest in favor of stripping himself of his clothes. he stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to where suguru is feasting on your pussy, his hand wrapped tightly around his dick, long and thick and already leaking pre.

"wanna taste you, toru" you whine, eyes never leaving his erection and fuck, do you wanna feel it on your lips, on your tongue, down your throat. suguru groans against you. he's so hard it's starting to hurt but he wont stop until you cum on his tongue and he's licked you clean. he pushes another finger into the tightness of your cunt, fucking them in and out of you as he stretches you out for his cock.

satoru moves to kneel besides you on the bed, his hand come up to trace the curve of your jaw as you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him firmly as you guide his tip towards your mouth.

your lips part instantly, tongue flicking out to lap at the precum dripping out of his slit. satoru lets out a soft moan, his head dropping back as you take his tip into your mouth, sucking on it like a sucker. his hand finds the back of your head, using it to guide you down further on his dick, inching it deeper into your mouth until he's hitting the back of your throat.

you breath through your nose, relaxing your throat as you quickly get use to the feeling of satoru's cock sitting heavily on your tongue. your movements grow bolder, more confident as you moved up and down, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

satoru groaned, the sound low and guttural, sending a burst of pleasure down to your core, walls squeezing tightly around suguru's fingers like a vice.

you pull away for air, hand twisting as you let your tongue trace along the vein that runs up the length in slow, deliberate strokes. satoru's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with each gasp and groan and you lick and kiss and suck every inch of him. "so good” he whines, his voice hoarse. "so. fucking. good"

he thrusts himself down your throat, each word paired with roll of his hips as you struggle to breathe around the hardness in your mouth.

you and satoru cum at the same time.

your back arching off the bed as suguru's fingers fuck you through your orgasm, his tongue lapping at your clit. his hips sputtering as his cum, thick and sticky, shoots directly down your throat cause you to choke as you swallow it down.

suguru pulls away with a finally kiss to your sensitive clit, his fingers sliding out of your pussy with a quiet squelch.

his hands immediately drop down to undo the button of his jeans, sighing in relief when he finally pulls his aching cock out, stroking himself gently.

"i think suguru deserves some attention, don't you?" satoru questions and your eyes look up to find suguru with his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, moving up and down as he rubs his thumb along his swollen tip, an angry red and practically leaking precum.

the corner of his mouth lifted into a small, knowing smile. "only if she's ready" he said, his voice smooth and deep. your breath hitched at the questioning tone, you nodded. "i am," you said softly, the weight of his gaze leaving you breathless.

he moved closer to you, his hands cupping your face. then his lips were on yours, soft but insistent, drawing you into his warmth.

satoru shifted to your side, his hand trailing along your back as he murmured, "i'll just watch for now, i know the two of you will put on a very good show." his grin softened and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "but i'm not done with you yet,” he looks up at suguru, eyes darkened. “you either.”

suguru deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that left you quivering. his hands slid down your body, exploring every inch of you with a quiet confidence that made you feel both grounded and desired. he shifted you gently, guiding you backwards as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses in their wake.

his body hovered over yours, his broad shoulders and strong frame enveloping you in a way that felt both protective and consuming. his dark eyes locked onto yours.

he positioned himself between your legs, guiding his tip to your pussy and dragging it up and down your slit. "ready?" he asks and you nod. "tell me if its too much."

the first push of his fat tip into your entrance stole your breath right from your lungs. the stretch burns so good and you can't help but moan loudly as suguru's cock stretches you to your limits, thicker than what you're use to.

the groan he lets out when he slides in deeper is low and guttural, his hands gripping your hips as he buries himself in to the hilt.

the first roll of his hips was slow and deliberate, wanting to see just how far he could push you before he really started to fuck you. he pulls out, leaving nothing but his tip inside before pushing right back in.

"shit—you feel so... fucking... good" he grunts out, voice thick with pleasure, each word punctuated with a slow, deep stroke as satoru's hand finds yours. the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making every stroke feel like a tidal wave crashing over you.

his pace quickens until he's pistoning in and out of you at a mind blowing pace. its all too much when satoru sneaks his hand between your bodies, letting his fingers find your puffy clit and rubbing messy circles.

your release built steadily, the intensity of suguru's thrusts paired with the strokes of satoru's fingers over your bundle of nerves driving you higher and higher. when you finally came undone, the force of it left you breathless, your body arching as your cried out loudly. suguru groaned, his own release following shortly after, his body tensing above you as he bottomed out, spilling himself deep inside of you.

for a moment, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the three of you tangled together in the aftermath. suguru pressed a soft kiss to your lips as his thumb brushed across your cheek. "you're so fucking perfect."

satoru grinned, his hands sliding along your sides as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "and we're still not done." he said, his tone playful yet laced with heat. "you've got two of us, after all."

[smaranshakthi]

warning! this one-shot includes the following # : smut, afab reader, oral sex (f receiving), established relationship, its toji’s birthday! :D, kitchen counter sex, briefest mention of alcohol, fast pace cause i almost forgot today was his birthday (NOT PROOF READ!)

happy birthday to the finest jjk character aot! (pls don’t doxx me for saying the truth) and happy new years eve everybody! sorry for being inactive.. i like to sleep. 🥲

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the room was a mess of cinnamon-scented candles and streamers that were probably a little too much.

you’d spent all day trying to make everything perfect—arranging balloons, hanging up a banner that kept falling, and practically wrestling with the cake (which, admittedly, you might have overcooked just a little).

you knew toji wasn’t the type for big celebrations. but you didn’t care. you were going all out anyway.

you were sitting on the couch, casually sipping your wine, letting the warmth of the day melt away in the comfort of your own space.

and then—creak.

the front door clicked open, and suddenly, your peaceful moment turned into complete an utter chaos.

you jumped up from the couch, wine still in hand, and rushed to the kitchen as you were preparing for the grand reveal.

standing in the front of the kitchen table, you wiped a little wine off your chin (cuz of course you spilled it) and hoped to god he wouldn’t notice how heavily you were breathing for scurrying over there so fast.

the moment toji stepped inside, his tired eyes scanning the room, and you shot him a big, cheesy grin that could’ve lit up the city.

he blinked at you for a second, as if trying to understand why the kitchen was suddenly so bright and colorful and why you were so loud after coming back from a mission.

“this… for me?” he ask, tilting his head slightly. you grinned, nodding. “yep. happy birthday.”

he let out a quiet exhale, still standing by the door, looking around. there was a faint twitch in the corner of his mouth—half a smile, maybe.

“so, you did all this?” he almost sounded like he didn’t believe it. “yeah,” you said, shrugging. “i know it’s not your thing, but… i wanted to do something for you.”

his eyes softened, just a little, and he stepped further into the room. he didn’t say anything at first, just took in the sight of it all.

“you didn’t have to do all this, baby— but thank you,” he mutters, dryly chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

it wasn’t a big speech, no huge declarations. just his subtle way of saying that, yeah, maybe this was a little more than he expected, but it did mean something to him.

you couldn’t help but smile, a little more giddy now. “well, you’re worth it.”

“you’re crazy,” he said, but there was no annoyance in it—just unapologetic affection, the way he always softened when he was caught off guard by something big like this.

you moved toward him, your voice sweet and warm as you sway your hips, and its enough to make the grown man weak in the knees. “you’re welcome, you know.”

he finally let the smile slip out completely, his scar stretching and his smile lines presenting themselves in such a beautiful way. “mhm.”

his eyes flicked down to your lips, and before you could react, he was kissing you—slow yet incredibly overwhelming, his lips finding every part of yours.

his hands massages your waist, and with that, he shifted from massaging to tugging, pulling you flush against him. your body melted into his, every inch of you pressing against him, the hardness of his chest against yours making your core feel infuriatingly empty.

you moaned softly, the sound caught in the back of your throat as your legs wrapped instinctively around him, pulling him closer.

he lifted you effortlessly, his hands shifting to your thighs, your body molding into his like you were meant to be stuck on him—white on rice.

the kiss continued, and you lost yourself in the taste of him, the way his tongue slid against yours, exploring with urgency.

your hips pressed against him, the heat between your legs growing as the friction increased in pressure.

his hands slid down your back, the feeling of his cold, rough fingers trailing over your skin making you feel high on him.

he moved with purpose, backing you toward the counter, his lips continuing with movement.

“oh, shit..” you gasped when the cake wobbled, your hand reaching back to steady it just in time.

you leaned into him harder, letting out a soft, desperate groan as you rolled your hips against his.

your entrance clenched around nothing, and you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips— you needed more.

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, despite the rush of heat still pulsing through you.

“well, do you want your cake?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but your voice was still breathless from where his lips had left their mark. “spent a lot of time on it, y’know.”

toji’s eyes rest on your clothed core for a second, shameless and intrigued.

his lips curl into a smirk, his tone clearly depicting how dazed he was. “mm, mm. wanna eat somethin’ else.”

your stomach flutters, a surprised laugh slipping from you. “what?” you ask, not quite believing what you’re hearing. “does it look nasty? cause i actually worked hard on that and that’s just rude.”

he face falls a little, clearly thrown off from the sudden attitude, and he shakes his head— a little confused because you just shifted the energy. “no.. i wanna eat this pussy, baby.”

you freeze for a second, your eyes wide as your breath hitches in your chest, a little embarrassed that you had gotten so defensive when he was clearly trying to smooth talk to you.

you exhale shakily, gulping a little. he was always so bold, it made you feel a lot less confident and a whole lot more nervous. “like.. like right now?”

toji nods his head condescendingly, his eyebrows furrowing from your question that obviously had an answer.

“yeah.. like right now,” he laughs. he steps back just enough to kneel in front of you. those pretty green eyes stare up at you, basically pleading for your pussy.

“toji,” you whisper, but he doesn’t respond. his hands slide under your hips scooting you closer to his lips, positioning you as he leans in.

he hooks his fingers under the fabric of your shorts before impatiently sliding them down your legs. his pupils grew, staring at the mess he’s made of your underwear and whats inbetween your thighs—and slowly but surely, he placed a kiss right where you needed him most.

your back arched instinctively, a loud gasp escaping your lips as his mouth worked against you with brain-melting precision. you let out a small, choked moan, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter to keep yourself from slipping off.

finally, he removed the last layer of what separated your pussy from his mouth, your panties. the coldness of the counter shocked you, but the warmth of his mouth had quickly replaced any discomfort you felt.

his tongue traces a slow, deliberate path from your entrance to your clit, and you feel like the world has started to spin faster than it ever has. his stubble scratched against the sensitive skin of your thighs as his tongue moved in slow, languid circles.

your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, one settling against the counter and the other tangling in his dark hair. the strands were thick and coarse between your fingers, and toji damn near winced at how tight you were pulling.

“mm.. still so sensitive,” he muttered against you, the vibration of his voice teasing your clit in ways that had your hips bucking up into his nose. your thighs instinctively squeezed around his head, and his breathing gets heavier to avoid being strangled to death.

his tongue pressed against you with more pressure now, flicking and swirling, the type that made your toes curl and your body hot.

your fingers tugged harder at his hair, and you twisted under his hold, gasping, panting, crying out his name in soft, broken bursts.

“toji—please—oh my god—” the words tumbled out of you in a breathless rush, your voice high-pitched and shaky as your eyes hit the back of your skull.

“you’re doing so well, baby,” he praised, the words almost making you come all over his face. “just let go for me.”

“please,” you rasped, your chest rising and falling unevenly. “i… i can’t—” your legs twitched, and so did your cunt.

you squeezed your eyes shut, and you could feel yourself getting closer. in a desperate attempt to get your clit rubbing against something, you sloppily pushed up against his nose.

“shhh,” he cooed, but there was no sympathy in it. “you can handle it.”

“don’t stop,” you sobbed, the words barely forming in your head. “please, don’t stop…” you barely realized how needy you sounded, how much your body was basically bargaining with him.

“shh, shh. you’re taking it so well,” he said, though it was very evident that you were in fact not taking this so well.

you mewled, your voice barely a whisper, “toji, i—i—”

and then it hit, your mind was now a blur of white hot pleasure, and you gripped onto him harder, nails digging into his poor hair as you struggled to breathe through it.

you squeaked, your body jerking as you squirt, warmth spilling all over his face. it made your vision foggy, and your legs damn near lock up from how much you tense.

with a final, satisfied grunt, he pulled back, his hands patting your thigh as he stood tall, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

you managed a weak smile, trying to catch your breath, and in a voice that cracked with exhaustion— you mustered up some energy to say.. “happy—mm—birthday…”

he nodded as he looked down at you, your disheveled form still perched on the counter.

“thanks, baby.”

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