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[st-kitten]

“be the change you wish to see”

and that my friends is how I became a smut writer for jjk

[st-kitten]

how the jjk dilfs cuddle

nanami kento: absolute god of cuddling. he’s got cuddling foreplay and cuddling aftercare too. he’d make the bed, dim the lights, tuck you in… he’s huge on skin-to-skin contact so he’s shirtless and you’re wearing pyjama shorts. he will 10/10 touch you everywhere. lazy circles on your thigh, shoulder, back, waist, belly, hair. everywhere. both his arms are around you, one buried under you and one over you. he would speak softly to you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear. he would give you forehead and cheek kisses, nuzzle the tip of his nose across your skin. he’d bury his head in the crook of your neck. he can big spoon you soooo well. but if you wanna big spoon him? go ahead. he’ll pull your leg and drape it over his own, hold it with his hand, kiss your arm around him. he’ll still keep cuddling when you wake up next to him. he’s a “five more minutes, baby” for you. if you’re so much as an inch away, he’ll hook his arm around you and pull you back into him. he’ll help you start your day with lots of love, kisses, tickles, and doesn’t mind picking you up like a princess and carrying you to the washroom.

toji fushiguro: he thinks he’s immune to cuddling, but he’s a closet cuddlebug. 10/10 would engulf your small body whole. he’s someone who would put his whole weight on you. one leg draped over yours, his massive arm around your body, the other arm snaking underneath you so he can lovingly hold you in a chokehold (he definitely fights mma matches in his sleep). he’s heavily into squeezing you into a tighter embrace. he admits he likes the warmth. you’d just be entangled with him on a lazy afternoon or at night after you both ‘woohoo’. you’d think he’s inexperienced, but given how much he had to cuddle toddler megumi, he’s an expert at calming you down. sometimes, if you’re stressed, he will sense it and just come and hold you. “c’mere pretty girl”. sometimes when you hug him, he will unintentionally lift you up, his arms tight around you. sometimes he’d cuddle with you and megumi together while you’re watching tv. but he’s sneaky, so he will squeeze your boob from time to time.

ryomen sukuna: oh he’s too smug to admit he likes it. in fact he’s told you a million times that cuddling us stupid and beastly. the first time you ask to be cuddled, he dismisses it so quickly. but you’re all teary-eyed and frowning, ready to leave and go to your own chambers. so sukuna sighs and grabs your arm, dragging you back in his bed. “fine, woman” he’d let you stay by his side for a while, think that’ll do. but you snuggle closer. he almost flinches. but look at you, tiny arm draped across his broad chest, your head resting against his shoulder. under the pretence of yawning and stretching, he drapes his arm around you. he’s big on being possessive with you so he does pull you closer. eventually, he gotta agree it feels nice. he’d die before he can confess that. but he’s hooked. when he’s in his heian era form, the pleasure is tenfold. one arm holds you close, pressed against his chest, the other slips under you to pull you close. the other two arms play with your hair or your ass. if he’s in the mood (which is 24/7) he will definitely slip his hand inside your panties and bury his fingers inside you. now he likes cuddling.

[st-kitten]

crème de la crème

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎. (gorgeous, taylor swift)

It was an ordinary day for Nanami Kento. He went to work, tried his best to be cordial, took a lunch break, walked to his favourite bakery, bought his favourite snacks, ate them in a corner booth, and then returned to work.

Nothing special. Nothing exciting.

He was living the mundane life. The only turbulent thing would have been Gojo's persistent ways of annoying him. Unknowingly, Nanami had settled for the boring routine. His body moved without any forethought.

He finished work, took a lunch break, and began walking to his baker. The same people walked around him with the same dull voices talking about the same things.

He halted in front of the bakery, eyes wide with surprise for the first time.

'Under renovation. Business shut down till the end of the month. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Nanami tried to hold back a groan. Of all the days... He was hungry, far from the office building, with a clock ticking in his head. He looked around to spot some restaurants. All he could see were fast-food joints and ice cream parlours.

He walked a few blocks ahead, eyeing every building, hoping to find another bakery. He spotted a quaint café that didn't look too fancy, but from their window display, it seemed to have what Nanami liked. An old lady dusted the tables outside the café and greeted him with a wrinkled smile. He walked inside and was welcomed with the sweet smell of cakes and coffee.

He walked over to the counter. Just then, you walked in from the kitchen, phone pressed between your shoulder and cheek, hands holding a bowl of cream waiting to be whisked.

"Welcome!" you said, not even looking at the man in front of you.

"Yes, it can be done, ma'am. Yes, all flavours. Mhm. By Tuesday? Great. Thank you for ordering! Have a nice day!" you said, talking to a customer on the phone.

You took the whisk stuffed in your apron pocket and began whisking the cream, reading through your long list of orders to be completed by the weekend.

Nanami wanted to order casse-croutes and some coffee. He cleared his throat. But before you could acknowledge him, the phone ran again and you picked it up, talking to another customer.

"Excuse me," said Nanami, wanting you to at least look at him.

"Sorry about that, young man, what would you like?" asked the old lady.

"Just a casse-croute and a cup of coffee to-go." Nanami was appalled by the lack of professionalism.

The old lady took her sweet time walking towards him. He wondered if she'd reach him on time. Just then, you spoke up.

"Just take what you want from here. Sorry, I have an angry customer on line."

Nanami held back a gasp.

"What? Yeah, I'm talking about you. No need to yell at me. I am taking your order, aren't I?" you mumbled on the phone.

The café must belong to you for you to have such an attitude, thought Nanami. Reluctantly, he stepped behind the counter with a tray and plucked what he wanted. He tossed an almond croissant on his tray as it looked freshly made and appealed to his sweet tooth.

The door opened and a boy stepped in yelling, "Y/l/n!!! Is she here Yamada-san?"

Nanami was about to pour himself a cup of coffee when his legs bumped against a body. You'd sunken down, clutching the bowl of cream that spilled all over you. You cut the call and turned your phone off.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you, love. What did you say?" asked the old lady, looking at Nanami with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

So you're hiding from him...

Nanami looked down at your slumped body, smirking in wonder. He saw your attitude melt away in a second. Cute.

"I know she's working here today! Where is she?"

Nanami saw you mutter curses under your breath. He wanted to laugh so bad... But that would give you away. Then again.... you were rude to him. Maybe he should let the boy find you. As if you could read Nanami's thoughts, you looked up at him with a glare. But it softened into a pleading look. You shook your head.

Now how could Nanami say no to a face like that? As if to taunt you, he placed a hand on his waist, hip tilted, and smirked at you, opening his mouth to say something. You grabbed his knee, clutching it tightly, nails boring into his leg.

His smirk only grew wider.

The boy grew impatient and began sauntering towards the counter.

Nanami was blessed with quick thinking, so he swiftly picked up the cream that had splattered over your apron and wiped it on your lower lip. You were about to protest when you heard footsteps behind you.

"There you ar-"

You turned around, trying to appear innocent... as if you weren't knelt in front of Nanami Kento, with white cream smeared on your lip.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Just... helping me out," said Nanami.

You tried not to burst into tears because what the fuck. He left angrily, slamming the café door.

"What were you thinki-"

"You're welcome," said Nanami.

You got up, regaining your balance. Flustered, but unwilling to give into him, you looked up and said, "370¥."

Nanami chuckled.

He pulled the money out from his wallet and placed it on the counter. Taking his food and coffee, he turned to leave. He turned back around too look at you. He wiped the cream off your lip with his thumb and licked it.

"Don't renovate."

With those words, he left. He'd found his new favourite place to spend lunch breaks at. And a new, cream-coloured face to see...

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707 pt.5.2

← previous chapter next chapter coming soon!

inspired by: Last Strike, by Best Kept Secret (Quinn)

warnings: d e g r a d a t i o n, spanking, belt, just me edging y'all like a sadist (i swear the smutty smut is on its way)

"iF iT FallS, yOu'lL hAvE iT cOmiNg…" you repeated his words to yourself, a wry smile curling at the corners of your lips as you held your book sandwiched between your legs. carefully, you extracted the book from between your thighs, opening it to one of the rather steamy chapters. with a deliberate flick of your wrist, you placed a bookmark in it, marking the tantalising scene. you left the book on the kitchen island, open for him to see should he come back.

never in a million years had you imagined toji playing along to your dark romance novels. quinn was business, all scripts and meticulous schedules, but this? this was pure guilty pleasure, a secret indulgence that brought a flush to your cheeks and a wicked glint to your eyes, and an endless dampness between your legs.

you turned the stove off and lifted the pot, letting the steaming spaghetti drain in the colander. the hiss of the hot water meeting the metal added to the symphony of domestic sounds, grounding you in the moment even as your mind flitted back to the pages of your book.

as you tossed the pasta gently, ensuring it didn't clump together, your thoughts drifted back to toji. the way he had smirked when he caught the book, his eyes darkening with something almost predatory. the memory sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but wonder what he would do if he found the book open, the explicit scene waiting for him like a challenge.

toji had always been an enigma, a storm of contradictions that fascinated and terrified you in equal measure. his presence was like gravity, pulling you in even when you knew you should resist. and now, with your dark romance novel lying in wait, you had set the stage for a different kind of encounter, one that blurred the lines between fantasy and reality.

whatever happened next, one thing was certain: it would be a night to remember…

you were too distracted to notice toji re-enter your house. you were practically drooling at the fantasies in your head when you heard your door slam. you jolted and turned towards the source…

toji stood in your living room, clad in his black cargo pants and shirtless, his massive chest and broad deltoids on display, muscled biceps popping out as he crossed his arms, his abs tighter than ever. but the centerpiece of his menacing ensemble was the black biker helmet he wore, its sleek, matte surface absorbing the light and adding to the aura of intimidation. the visor, a dark and impenetrable void, concealed his eyes completely, creating an unsettling sense of mystery. you couldn't see his gaze, but you could feel it, a heavy weight pressing down on you, making your pulse quicken. seeing him in a helmet was one thing… but not seeing anything back was another…

he tilted his head.

"didn't think you were that disobedient, princess…"

oh, his muffled baritone made your knees weak. everything in you wanted to laugh at the scene. what the fuck were you doing… new year's eve, you should've been cooking dinner and making resolutions.

he took a step closer and looked down at the book on the kitchen island. a dark chuckle reverberated through him as he read the few lines on the page you had bookmarked. he then looked at you. it felt like staring into an abyss, into a reflection of your wildest desires.

"is that what you want, hmm?"

you could barely speak; you gulped.

"answer me, sweetie."

oh, that sent chills down your spine. suddenly, you were glad you spent countless nights under your blanket reading heavy wattpad smut at the age of eleven.

"oh, i want a lot… the question is… do you think you can give it to me?" you chirped, secretly hoping to get in trouble for your smart mouth.

toji just chuckled softly. "give you? baby, i'm gonna be taking today."

he took a few more steps closer till he towered over you, looking down at you.

"i told you what would happen if the book fell. but look at you. such a disobedient, naughty little brat..."

you swallowed a lump the size of a meteor. usually, his sweet praises were music to your ears, but hearing him talk down to you like that made your pussy clamp on its own.

you probably deserved to be shot dead for your bratty mouth. "you took too long. i got bored. decided to do some... light reading."

toji stood still, breathing through a slight gap between the visor flap. his stillness was daunting. "and you thought you could get away with it?"

you shrugged. just then, the lights in the building went out, leaving you in complete darkness with the menacing hunk of a man. suddenly, the silence that enveloped you turned so eerie, you could hear the darkness too. looks like the universe (or electricity board of the city) wanted you to get punished too.

"well, can't read anymore... guess you'll hav-"

toji's singular footstep closer to you shut you up.

"run, little girl."

you didn't have to be told twice to bolt out of there, straight into your bedroom. you shut the door behind you and locked it. you heard his patient footsteps follow you, the subtle shuffling of your kitchen drawers, and ultimately his brooding presence behind your door. toji was the kind of man whose energy entered the room before he did. and right now, that energy dripped bloodlust.

"i broke your doorknob before, pretty girl. i can do it again," his voice echoed from behind.

you were too busy collecting your jaw off the floor to say anything.

"suit yourself."

toji cracked the blob of a doorknob in one swift motion. you watched it topple off inside and bounce and clatter, rolling towards your feet. he barged inside. even in pitch black darkness, you could make out his daunting silhouette.

you instantly tried to scurry away, trying to be as quiet as you could. you almost succeeded when he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you back, relishing the sound of your surprised gasp.

"lose the clothes."

the butterflies in your stomach were long dead and replaced by soaring dragons. you stripped and tossed your clothes aside. your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you could see him better. but his helmet did nothing. whatever city lights shone outside reflected in that black visor, staring right back at you.

he gently lifted your chin up. "i'm down bad for you, baby, ya know that right?" he asked softly, stroking your chin with his thumb.

"you're precious to me. i wanna take care of you, okay?"

you nodded.

"good. i plan do some bad things to you now. but, just know that i'm gonna worship you at the end of it."

seeing your nod through the faint ambient light and his already impaired vision, he grabbed your arm and dragged you to the bed.

"head down. ass up."

you were brimming with joy. but you'd die before you showed. when you took a second too long to do what he said, just standing before him, looking up, he pinched your nipple between his forefingers.

"do as you're told, brat."

your body shivered and tensed as you turned around and bent over your bed, ankles dangling off the edge, your tits pressed to the soft sheets, back arched and your ass in his view.

you heard the clink of his belt coming undone all too well. you looked back, your waist twisting like a pretzel. he folded his belt, holding both ends in his right hand. he slapped it on his left palm.

"you know... i was gonna take you out to dinner tonight. just you and me, some nice restaurant, good talk, good food. some kisses... and make sweet love to ya."

he grazed the cold leather of his belt down the curve of your ass.

"but then you acted like you were allergic of me. distant, starry-eyed, like some stoned bitch."

he lightly tapped it on your ass, which made you quiver for obvious reasons.

"i thought, let's cheer her up with a good time. my sweet girl must be tired or bored. but no..."

his left hand stroked your ass, kneading the flesh with his calloused palm.

"turns out my babygirl..." he tapped the belt on you. "is just a horny..." and again "fucking..." and again "slut..." he brought down the belt on your ass harshly, watching it jiggle with the force.

you gasped. sure, you'd been spanked before. jokingly, by your friends, even by yourself when you tried to get off once. but this? this had an unpredictability that awakened your body and shut your brain off.

"she fucking gets off to ink on paper!" he stroked the spot he'd spanked with his free hand.

"am i right, hmm? you read all those nasty books, fuck yourself with your tiny fingers... maybe come once, twice... thrice even... since you're such a horny slut. but that's not enough is it?"

he tapped your ass with the belt again.

"bet you're crying out loud when you're reading about cocks and can't have any inside ya."

he slapped the belt on your ass once more, loving your instant reflexive gasp.

"well... i'm here... i'll gladly help you with your twisted fantasies... would you like that, sweetheart?" he asked, bending forward, his chest touching your back as he murmured into your ear.

"want me to be the man you read about in those books? touch you like they do? fuck you like they do? make you come like a whore?"

his words filled your head like cement, burying any shred of logic six feet underground.

"yeah" you whimpered.

he chuckled. "look at you. do you have no shame?"

he pulled back, standing behind your ass, belt clutched in hand. "9 hours. that's how long you stayed quiet today. coulda talked to me, i'm right fucking next door. but no... you had to get your panties wet with that stupid book..."

he grabbed your hip, lifting it higher and pressed your head down further into the mattress.

"now... you're gonna count. like an obedient, good little girl. you can do that, can't you?"

you managed to nod, despite your head lying on the bed like a neglected cushion.

"perfect. if you miss, or count wrongly, i'm gonna restart."

he slapped your ass with the belt again and you blurted out three.

he laughed and said, "you dumb fucking idiot... the ones before don't count."

he spanked your ass hard.

"one!" you whimpered.

"much better. let's see if you can keep up..." he spanked you again.

you counted. he went on and on. at one time, you'd started to fantasise ahead and lost the count. so he slapped you hard and started again. you'd been at it for god knows how long. but the masochist in you loved it, craved it, and relished the fact that you deserved it.

his free hand slowly slid between your thighs, teasing your already wet folds with two fingers.

"jesus..." he exhaled. "do you actually like being punished, brat? do you like having your ass spanked like this?" he brought down his belt on your ass harshly, delivering slaps to both cheeks one after the other and waited for you to count.

"how far are we, princess?"

"n-nine."

"n-nine...." he mimicked. "can't even fucking talk. all you can do is moan and whine, isn't it?" [spank]

"megs told me you're smart with his homework... turns out you're just a stupid" [spank] "snivelling" [spank] "slut!" [spank] [spank]

a dark chuckle rippled through him in your room.

"you're like a child at pre-school. yelling the number 14."

you were a whining, panting, trembling mess. toji's fingers had started to press circles on your clit, making you squirm more than ever.

"you're dripping down onto the bed. that's fucking disgusting." he did nothing to solve the issue either. instead, he slid back and forth your folds and then buried his fingers inside you, stretching you out a little.

"see, this is where you're actually useful. keeping that gorgeous pussy wet and warm for me."

[spank]

you were a split second late to catch up. "fifteen! fift-" [SPANK]

"ah ah ah... ya missed it, baby. gotta start again."

the way you actually sobbed made him burst into laughter. he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

"aww... cry all you want, whore. but your pussy is loving every bit of it. she's fucking clamping around my fingers so hard, i might not be able to take them out now..."

your muffled cries and wails didn't go unnoticed by him.

"alright, alright. stop fucking whining. last five. don't. miss."

he delivered two harsh spanks on your ass, which was a stunning shade of red, though he couldn't see it in the dark.

"god, your ass is warm. tell me, baby, does it burn?"

you nodded in desperation, not caring if you neck broke in that awkward position.

toji chuckled. "good thing i don't care tonight..." [spank] [spank]

he dragged moans, whines, whimpers, and groans from you. his fingers bullied your cunt with no mercy. but he took his hand out and chuckled at your impatient mewl.

"i know when you're close, princess. but the only way you're gonna come tonight is on my cock."

he tossed his belt on the floor, and then delivered a harsh spank on your ass with his hand, which made you squeal. but you counted.

he massaged your sore ass with both his hands. "good... and what do you say, brat?"

you winced the tears out of your eyes and whimpered, "thank you..."

[SPANK]

"you're fucking welcome."

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[st-kitten]

DO NOT, AND I BEG OF YOU, DO NOT STAY SILENT. ISRAELI HAVE MASSACRED INNOCENT PALESTINIANS IN RAFAH, THEIR SAFE SPACE, THEIR CAMPS WHERE THEY WERE RESIDING. ITS A FUCKING MASSACRE. INNOCENT LIVES HAVE BEEN TAKEN, JUST LIKE THAT. MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN HAVE LOST THEIR LOVED ONES JUST LIKE THAT. AND IF YOURE STILL SILENT, SHAME ON YOU. SERIOUSLY.

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[goes to work] [sits for 8 hours] [leaves]

[st-kitten]

for some reason i think for any problem in life, nanami kento has only one solution to it: b r e e d i n g

look at this man. he would TOTALLY put a baby in you.

[st-kitten]

“Shut up, darling”

Dating Kento Nanami <3

[st-kitten]

just thinking about god’s greatest gift to humanity Nanami Kento panting and grunting while he goes “good girl, fuck, you’re such a good girl” as you suck his dick

[st-kitten]

Daily affirmations

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happy women's day to my bitches

updated 707 for y'all (it ain't ending yet)

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707 pt.5.1

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your series on quinn had garnered an overwhelming response from the audience. both of you had earned heftily and toji gained a big fat "i told you so" from you. it was now New Year's Eve. the day was marked as a holiday, providing you a much-needed break from the work. you considered this day as an opportunity to unwind and focus on yourself. so, you decided to indulge in a self-care day.

despite a long night's rest, you found yourself waking up later than usual, the warmth of your cozy bed tempting you to stay curled under your comforter just a bit longer. you mindlessly scrolled on your phone.

following an unconventional breakfast (coffee and a cheesecake), you made your way to your comfortable couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a content sigh. you decided to read for a while.

like any girl, you had your divine stash of spicy dark romances. you flipped through the pages, devouring every word, playing it in your head imagining henry cavill everywhere. the best thing you could do to annotate was excitedly underline your favourite lines with a pen and decorate them with exclamation marks.

the way those stories fuelled your inner devil... a part of you wished fictional men were real. every particle in you wanted to be fucked by a god. you had no shame when it came to your kinks, but most of your partners took three steps back and made themselves unknown when they discovered them. so you kept them to yourself, sticking to your books and your mind.

you were highly invested in the plot of [insert favourite dark romance] when your phone buzzed.

'need a hand. come downstaris'

you wondered what toji was up to and kept your book down, marking the page you were on with a crumpled bill. still in night shorts, hair dishevelled in a bun, you put some boots on and took the lift downstairs. it was mildly breezy and you wished you'd put a jacket on. with clattering teeth, you stepped out into the foyer, looking around. you sauntered to the parking space allotted to 706.

you stopped dead in your tracks, looking in front of you, at the six foot two broad man who sat on a sexy, ink black bike, wearing an equally dark compression shirt and a helmet that sent pulses straight between your legs. it took you a moment to believe that it was toji.

"megs needs some things for school. i'd have bought them myself but apparently he says i have horrible taste in stationary. would you..." toji stared at you.

why were you standing with disney XD knees? why were your eyes focused on his torso? why were you practically drooling?

you couldn't see his face since it was hidden underneath a black visor. but toji had a sly smirk permanently plastered on his face.

"you alright there, princess?" he asked, leaning forward, placing his arms on the bike's airbox, his muscles tightening and bringing out the veins.

"you... ride a bike..."

toji chuckled. "i may be hustling for cash, sweetie, but i come from generational wealth. this baby here is just one of the perks."

you gulped and took a few steps near him. you didn't know what to focus on. his buff arms that could crack your skull in a millisecond, his torso (by that i mean fushititties), the sexy helmet that hid his handsome face from you or that fact that he had a bike.

"uh huh..." words failed to come out of your mouth.

"you can check me out all day, princess, but i gotta run errands. you in?"

mindlessly, you nodded. toji chortled and handed you a spare helmet, which you put on. he noticed that you were all but naked in your night clothes, so he loosened that jacket he'd tied around his waist and asked you to turn around. he put it on you, adoring how big it looked on you.

"penguin..." he muttered.

you still hadn't recovered from anything. you half expected to wake up from a dream. you managed to sit on the bike, scooting forward to adjust yourself.

"hold tight."

only when the bike roared did you come to your senses. the sudden momentum made you jolt forward and wrap your arms around his waist.

"are you okay?" toji asked, amused by how brainlessly you were behaving. upon hearing no response, he simply began driving. it was going to be a quick ride, but toji figured he might as well spend it with you. he was no stranger to riding sports bikes, but having you sitting behind him made him want to show off just a little.

aligning his body with the bike, toji swerved skilfully, leaning into each curve with a boldness and surety that seemed almost choreographed.

you on the other hand, had begun fantasising all sorts of things. the knowledge of toji being a biker did some things to you. the arms that circled around him slowly loosened as your hands started to feel his abs with a mind of their own.

toji knew all to well what you were going through. it was the standard response of any girl. he let out a soft laugh, loving the way your hands felt on him. he sped up slightly, darting through the streets. you reached the store quicker than you anticipated. toji turned the bike off, expecting you to get off, but no. you just sat there, glued to him.

he leaned back, turning his waist slightly, and placed his elbow on your knee.

"any plans to get off?" he asked.

"oh... you bet..." you blurted out earning a deep chuckle from the man.

with great reluctance, you hopped off the bike, feeling very small compared to the large man beside you. he took his helmet off and cradled it in his arms.

you still had yours on. he tapped on it, hoping to snap you back to senses. he had no clue what was going on with you, but he didn't mind.

the two of you strolled through the store, ticking each item of the school's list.

"he's six. he does not need a dissection kit, toji..."

"that's what this is?"

the next half an hour went by quickly and you were out of the store in no time.

"you had breakfast, princess?" he asked. okay, you weren't a big fan of nicknames, but the way they spilled out of his mouth so effortlessly, made you giddy.

"yep. you?"

"not yet. you mind if i grab something real quick?"

you shook your head. the two of you drove to a nearby KFC (sorry...). he parked the bike and went inside since the queue at the drive through was long. you sat on the bike, letting your thoughts run wild. oh, you wanted him. in some uncanny ways. just how ever were you going to convince him...

toji came outside holding a paper bag with food in it. he was genuinely concerned about your strange behaviour. maybe he'd ask you about it later. standing beside you, almost towering over you, he nonchalantly ran his gloved hand across you thigh, taking in the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

"you wanna drive?"

"what? fuck. no. we'd die."

"it ain't that hard."

"no thank you. i'm happy being your backpack."

"my what?"

"backpack? you know... passenger princess, but for bikes..."

"huh."

toji definitely felt too old for a moment. "you're fine being called after an object?"

"uh... yeah..." you didn't like how dry the conversation had become. you were half convinced. there was no way toji would hear your kinks out.

the ride back to your building was silent. not awkward, just silent. even the elevator ride upstairs was hollow. toji stepped into his apartment, you following him like a puppy. he placed the bags on the couch. he stood in his living room, checking his mail, one arm cradling the helmet, his hands sifting through the envelopes. he spotted you gawking at him through the corner of his eye.

"are you stoned?"

"huh? no."

"are you sick?"

"no, i'm not sick... i'll... be in my house then... thanks for the ride."

you fist bumped his shoulder and trotted away into your house. toji had a big question mark on his face. usually you'd run your mouth and leave no snarky comment off the table. so, seeing you acting like a wobbly stool made him wonder if something had happened.

the rest of the day went normally for both of you. you continued working on some songs and he cleaned his house for the first time in a while. by dinner time, toji ad gotten suspicious of your sudden lack of activity. he knocked on your door, once again, to find that it was unlocked.

"what's the point of this door..." he mumbled, stepping into your house.

you were in the kitchen, watching a youtube video on making some spaghetti.

"slipped my mind..." you said to him, eyes still fixated on your tiny phone.

toji observed you closely. ever since your little bike ride in the morning, you'd been acting weird.

"need help?"

you shook your head. why were you so quiet?

toji didn't want to leave you alone, so he just sat down on your couch, watching you cook (mostly mess up). he accidentally sat on the book you'd left there. with nothing else to do, he decided to flip through it.

let's just say he had to hold back a few gasps...

he looked at you, then looked at the book and then back at you.

is this what you read? you... liked this?

toji understood your quinn business, but to think that you actually enjoyed erotic stories outside of your hustle... now that was something. he decided to read a little, on the page you'd marked.

he covered his mouth with a curled fist as he read your book, hiding a devilish smirk. no wonder you went quiet. your poor mind must be picturing so many things seeing as the protagonist of your book too... was a biker. you innocent face did a great job at masking the inner demon. toji was at least six pages in when he realised how excruciatingly detailed everything was. he could only envision you reading the book, holding it with one hand while the other helped your nether region feel what you wanted the most.

but that wouldn't have been enough... you can't just imagine a rugged man having his way with you. you needed someone to actually do it to you. to manhandle you, put you in your place, and fuck you dumb. reading your book was like an insight into your mind. is this what you thought of all this time sitting behind him on the bike?

toji got up, still clutching the book in one hand and made his way to where you were. standing behind you, he rested his palm on the kitchen counter, trapping you between him and the marble surface, letting his body rub against your back.

he felt you inhale sharply. he let his mouth hover beside your ears as he read, "tell me, f/m/c, how bad do you want this?"

his voice made you shudder in place. you looked back at him, not expecting him to be that close.

"what..." you gaze fell to the book he was holding. in his large hands, the book seemed like a pocket bible. well... when it came to mind blowing sex, it was your bible.

"don't get all shy now. i know you like my fist around your throat." toji was only reading what the male protagonist was saying. he had plans for the rest. as he proceeded, he began imitating the actions described in the pages. he let his free hand caress your waist, moving up till it reached your breasts.

"i see you staring at my hands all the time. you like them that much?" he fondled one of them over your bra.

the grip you had on your spatula quivered and you dropped it. you had no words. you were too busy feeling his hands on you.

toji let his fingertips run down your stomach, loving the way you backed into him at the contact. it took no time for him to get hard.

"look at you... so sensitive." oh how glad he was to have spent all those nights recording with you. it gave him a power ready to abuse at any moment.

"i... the book... it's..." you panted.

"yours. no need to lie, sweetheart."

"it's just research... for qu-"

toji slipped his hand inside the flimsy shorts you were wearing the whole day.

"nuh uh. this one's all you."

he had truly mastered delicate touches, something which edged you to a point of absurdity.

"people read... so what." your defence was as weak as a twig.

"i'll stop then..." he was about to take his hands away, when you reflexively grabbed his arm, keeping it in place.

toji smirked.

"alright then... where was i..."

you let a sigh of relief. this was all you'd ever dreamed of. and you were getting it without asking for it. by none other than the menacing hunk of a man that toji was.

toji continued to read lines out loud, his actions dictating each reaction you gave. if he knew it was this easy to get you wet and begging, he'd have done it sooner. he slipped his fingers inside you, one after the other, at a painfully slow pace, dragging the whines out of you. he held back a laugh when you clench your thighs closer. it only motivated him to bully your cunt, speeding up and suddenly slowing down.

"that's a good girl..."

you let out a hearty chuckle, mixed with a long due moan as your head hangs low and forward, you hands gripping the kitchen counter. toji had become completely unpredictable with physical intimacy. you had to give him that. you enjoyed the thrill of it. but you were hardly a saint yourself. you wanted to push his buttons.

"copy cat... can't do a thing without help, can you?"

toji grunted in your ear, his hand squeezing you down there, almost pulling you back into him.

"watch your mouth, princess."

"offended already?" despite the whimpers that spilled out of you, you still had that bratty attitude toji desperately wanted to break. but he knew better than to play your game. he'd lose. so he chose his own route.

he pulled his hand out in an instant, relishing in your groan. before you could retort he snapped the book shut and shoved it between your legs.

"if it falls, you'll having it coming," toji whispered in your ears and left your house...

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I love edging u guys... hehehe

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"showed shibuya a real incident" 😭

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY [moans]

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spent my birthday alone and frankly it was one of the best… (it was very 1989 coded)