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littlemissthunderstorms · 10 months ago

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warp speed chic pt.1

“the shining city on the fritz”

a tranquility base hotel and casino alternate universe.

———

you were in awe.

warm, glimmering lights hung down from the ceiling, the soft glittering reflections painting the walls like a mirrorball. smooth jazz filled the reception area, muddled by various chitter chatter and conversations. the whole atmosphere was warm and welcoming, but you couldn’t help the shiver than ran down your spine when you caught a glance out of one of the big windows, vast space scattered with stars and nebulas stretching on and on above the spectacular intergalactic city lights.

you caught yourself staring, jaw agape.

“can i help you miss?” a man with a sleek suit holding a clipboard looked up at you through his thick rimmed glasses, waiting for an answer. “oh- um, yes! i’m actually supposed to meet um..” you glanced at your card, “alex turner?” the man raised his eyebrows. “mr. turner you say?”

you nodded, not really aware of his importance, or if he had any at all. you just knew you were supposed to meet with him first thing. the man glanced down at his clipboard, shaking his head and scurrying over to the phone at the desk, where he fumbled with the buttons, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose while he waited for someone to pick up.

you clacked your nails on the desk, looking around as you waited, still breath taken by the gorgeous architecture, the way design flowed so beautifully throughout the space. “good evening mr. turner! sorry to trouble you sir, i’ve got someone who’s apparently supposed to be meeting- oh! great, i’ll send her right up. thank you- you too sir.”

you smiled at the man, nervously biting your lip. another dude in a sleek suit came up to the desk, annoyed. “jeremy, i’m the phone guy. what are you doing?” the man with the thick glasses, presumably named jeremy, rolled his eyes. “mark, i don’t want to hear it. go take this young ladies luggage up to her room,” he snapped back, quickly clacking away on his keyboard. “room 505.” mark scoffed, mustering a fake smile for you as he took your luggage and scurried away.

“sorry about him. he’s got a knack for directing calls... anyway, mr. turner’s been expecting you, follow me.” you smile and nod awkwardly, following him as he treks down a long, red carpeted hallway.

———

turns out, it’s a little frightening riding the elevator up to the top floor. you’ve never been too afraid of heights, but this elevator is a round tube of pure glass, giving you a chill inducing view of all the buildings as the lift rises, just getting higher and higher, the tops of the neon buildings getting lower and lower.

it was frightening for sure, but interesting nonetheless. the booming metro city outside was a design of neon lights and intricate architecture. surely there were many lives and different storylines sprawling and networking throughout the city, as there was everywhere but it seemed so much more captivating on the moon. you wondered what it was like to live here.

once the elevator reached the peak of the building, dinging as the doors slid open, you happily slid out into the hallway. “go straight down the hall, through that big door. that’s his office.” you nodded, a little intimidated now. “thank you sir.” he smiled. “have a wonderful evening miss.”

and with that he was gone, the elevator dinging once more as it closed, followed by the low hum of the lift descending back down, leaving you on your own. the top floor was eerily quiet, the lights dim. you took a deep breath before walking towards the huge door at the end of the hall, noticing the shiny gold plaque in the middle that read alexander turner, founder of tranquility base hotel & casino.

great. you were set to be talking to the goddamn owner of this place. you seemed very mentally unprepared, all you knew is that you would be working on designing the new wing that was just built, along with a team of designers. of course you were qualified for the job, and it was an honor to design for a place this spectacular, you were just a bit intimidated.

you quickly fluffed up your hair and smoothed down your shirt before knocking, your stomach knotting up. a muffled shuffling sound followed by a few heavy footsteps were heard from behind the door before it swung open.

the man that greeted you on the other side was quite striking. you didn’t quite know who you were expecting, but he was much younger than you imagined, probably no more of an age gap of 3 years between you and him, you assumed. the man wore a crisp, perfectly tailored navy blue suit, the cream button up below equally sleek. his dark hair was slicked back, his vampire-esque hairline on display.

“hello, it’s lovely to have you, i’m alex,” he shook your hand and you smiled, trying not to show your nerves as you introduced yourself. “come, have a seat,” he moved your chair out from under the desk, sitting in his own across from you after you’d sat down.

his office was a bit of a contrast from the rest of the establishment. instead of sleek, polished furniture and vast space, the room inhabited more of a homey, lived in essence. you could tell he’d actually done work here. mahogany bookcases lined the whole wall behind his desk, sprawling with books and journals. various paintings scattered the walls, an occasional sticky note or reminder stuck to a golden frame. instead of overhead lighting, vintage lamps scattered the room, basking the space in a comforting warmth that soothed your nerves.

he ran a hand through his gelled hair, fidgeting with the fold of his sleeves. “we’re really excited to have you here. i’ve got to say, i’m a big fan of your work.” this comment surprised you. “thank you, it’s an honor, really.” you smiled, your cheeks starting to hurt. “i just wanted to see you so i could get you all set up. just before you arrived, i emailed you everything you need to know, so um- just be sure to go over that.”

you nodded attentively. “tomorrow you’ll have a meeting with the other designers in the conference hall, which shouldn’t be tricky to find, there’s a map of the place attached to the email as well,” the man rambled on a bit, telling you a bit about the place, sometimes starting sentences just to never finish them, getting lost in his own thoughts.

you liked the way he spoke, his accent, the dreamlike quality his tone held. “any questions?” he chimed after telling you about the library. you shook your head. you had a lot of questions for him, so many you couldn’t even pick, and plus, you didn’t want to worry him anymore, so you saved those questions for another time, storing them in your mind as if they were books on his shelves. alex sat up, smoothing a hand over his blazer.

“well then, i’ll walk you to your room,” he smiled. “oh, that’s alright it’s no worry,” you stood up. surely he was busy, you didn’t want to bother him. he tilted his head. “do you know where it is?” you were silent for a moment, thinking of the plethora of hallways this place had, your chance of finding the suite on your own was small. “no…” you shook your head, smiling awkwardly.

———

“here you are, room 505,” he smiled, holding out a keycard for you. the walk to the suite area had been silent for the most part. the hotel was starting to quiet down since it was getting late. every so often he’d look back and give you a gentle smile before turning back, his heeled boots clacking against the sleek wood flooring. he was so intriguing to you, unlike anyone you’d ever met. you wouldn’t be surprised if he melted into the shadows, seeping away into darkness, like some sort of creature. you couldn’t explain it.

“thank you, mr. turner,” you smiled, grabbing the keycard. “it’s no problem, and call me alex,” he added, stepping away slightly as he realized he might’ve been a bit too close for comfort. “it was nice to meet you, alex.” he grinned. “it’s been a pleasure, have a wonderful night.”

as his footsteps faded off into the darkness, you held your keycard up to the scanner, eyes widening when the door clicked and swung open.

the place was stunning. a large, circular bed sat in the middle of the room, adorned in plush maroon and silky red pillows, with a matching maroon comforter. a white sheer lace bed curtain was tied to each of the four wooden posts, making a gorgeous canopy. the room was tasteful, soft, consisting of intricately designed carpets, sleek 70’s style furniture, and a plasma tv that slid down from the ceiling with a click of a button.

you almost squealed at the sight of the bathroom. the rooms porcelain tiles were pink and cream, matching with the patchwork carpet that sat in front of the clawfoot tub, which was filled with expensive soaps. you opened another sliding door to find a nearly empty walk-in closet, a cherry red silk robe hung on one of the racks, a matching pair of slippers below.

once you were snug in bed, practically melting into the mattress, being engulfed by the soft pillows, your eyes began to feel heavy. you slowly turned your head over to the exterior wall, sleepily gazing out of the large window. most of the city lights were off now, leaving only the inky black void of stars to lull you to sleep.

———

stepping into the conference room, you felt a little underdressed in your button down and slacks. there were about six other designers, all clad in an array of vibrancy. shiny space-age metallic tops, dynamic head scarfs, eccentric glasses. they all looked like they were set to walk a runway show, clearly you missed the memo.

you were a teensy bit late, thanks to the warm, soft bed that didn’t fail to keep you asleep through your alarm. you gave an awkward smile when they all turned to look at you, the door slamming a little too loud. you flushed, quickly setting your laptop and purse down as you pushed yourself into the seat across from alex, who gave you a gentle smile.

settling in, you looked up at the designer who was giving a presentation on his ideas for the new stargazing room. you fought to not scrunch your nose. white curtains? white furniture? white walls with gold detailing? it was cute, maybe for a suburban mom but it didn’t match the energy of the hotel whatsoever.

once it was your turn to present ideas, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. some of the other designers had okay ideas, but some were also good, and although you loved your plan, these people seemed intimidating.

for the stargazing area, you’d envisioned a more cozy, dreamlike room. the furniture and carpeting would be warm toned, various soft lamps and fairy lights scattered across the room. while you were walking everyone through your presentation, your nerves seemed to ease. when you turned back around to sit down, everyone was quiet, unreadable. great.

after each presentation was done, it was time to discuss. everyones attention redirected to alex. being the owner, he got a big say in the final decision. your heart raced once you heard him murmur your name. “i liked yours. we’ll go with that,” he concluded. “meeting over, see you guys tomorrow.”

your jaw was agape. no discussion, no nothing, he chose yours immediately. the other designers didn’t take it well either, mumbling and grumbling a bit as they gathered their things and stumbled out of the conference room.

the following week, you were in the conference room once again. everyone was discussing plans for the day spa, and you found yourself falling quiet. someone had suggested sleek wood paneled walls, which alex had liked. others had suggested fluorescent lighting installments, to which alex said no. you sat there, observing until alex turned to you. “what about you? any ideas?”

your cheeks flushed a bit. “i was thinking dim, hanging lights, a bunch of different kinds, all warm toned, it makes it more calming.” he fiddled with his pen, nodding and scribbling something down. “i like that.”

a designer across the table from you rolled his eyes subtly. you shrunk in your seat, feeling gross. you didn’t want to be known as some sort of suck up. you couldn’t help the way alex singled you out, agreeing with all your ideas.

nevertheless, it didn’t stop. you’d suggest paintings for the wall, he would agree, you’d bring up an interesting wallpaper, he’d find somewhere to put it, you’d point out curtains that complemented the room well, he’d nod approvingly and scribble it down on his notepad.

eventually, you learned to be quieter, trying to let the other designers have the spot light but sure enough, alex would ask you to share again, his eyes narrowing at you as he dismissed the annoyance that stifled the room.

every single time, you’d receive a subtle scoff or an eye roll from one of the other petty designers. you understood, it was annoying that they’d worked hard to get here and the majority of their ideas were being turned down, but still, were their egos just so fucking big that they couldn’t be at least a little happy for you?

———

the next morning, you found a loup mask outside your door. it was adorned in black satin and lace, small gold detailing outlining the eyes. underneath was a small, metallic gold envelope with an invitation inside.

you have been invited to the tranquility base masquerade party,

tonight, 7pm, @ the information action ratio, live music and free drinks.

so now here you were, clad in a black, lace dress, which mysteriously had showed up at your door later that morning, along with a stunning pair of gold earrings and a dainty necklace that matched the detailing on your mask. the black satin hugged you perfectly, making you wonder how they managed to nail your size and proportions.

chandeliers with bulbs of stars hung down in clusters, emitting a gentle glow. people danced and chatted, jazz flowing through the room from the band on the stage, the martini police. tons of different people wandered around, all masked and dressed in a variety of colors and textures.

letting your eyes linger, you spotted the group of designers all chatting at a booth. instead, you headed towards the bar, figuring they already hated you enough, why annoy them now. the bar was beautiful, lights lit up the whole structure, and as you ordered your martini, you couldn’t help but notice how good looking some of the bartenders were.

as you sipped your drink, you felt someone’s presence directly behind you, a little too close for comfort. you turned, trying to distinguish who was under the sparkly white cat mask. “so, are you fucking him or something?”

your eyebrows raised “huh?” the girl scoffed, and immediately you recognized her as one of the other designers. she had a model figure, super tall with platinum blonde hair, and a menacing scoff. she’d be a really good bully. “are you fucking alex? is that how you get him to pick all your ideas?”

you shook your head, cheeks flushed. “no. i have no idea why he favors me,” you stated, turning back to your drink when you felt a cold liquid down your back, making you gasp. you turned again, the blonde pretending to be shocked as she held her empty glass. “i’m so sorry! i’m so clumsy.”

you rolled your eyes, getting up and deciding you’d had enough. you just wanted to go back to your suite, shower and lay in bed. since you’d arrived, the crowd almost doubled in size. you fought your way through, bumping into a few shoulders as you tried not to step on dresses. a lady in a swan mask turned and bumped you, her feathery dress catching on your shoes. you lost balance, stumbling over your heels, about to fall onto another group of people when you felt strong hands on your waist, and in a whirlwind you were upright.

it was alex. he pulled you close to him and swept you away onto the dancefloor, his hand on your waist, a hand interlocked with yours. you almost didn’t recognize him at first. he wore a black masquerade mask, with dark shimmery sequins adorning the sides. his hair was fluffier, much unlike his usual slicked back look.

you looked up at him, noticing how your hand gripped his shoulder. he’d swept you away so swiftly, leaving you speechless. his dark eyes shimmered under the mask as he peered down at you, waiting for you to speak first. “i- i was just leaving,” you stuttered, hyperfixating on the way the spill made the wet satin stick to your skin. he made no remark, keeping his languid gaze, his mouth twisted into a subtle grin.

“there’s vodka all over my dress,” you added. alex shuffled, taking off his blazer and wrapping it around your shoulders. it didn’t help much, but you didn’t say anything. it was a nice gesture.

the mystery lingered in the back of your mind, you wanted to question him about his decisions to constantly favor you but his position of authority made you bite your tongue.

his position of authority. you noticed how many people were staring all of a sudden. you could sense it in his sharp suit, the expensive, musky cologne he wore. it was entrancing, he was quite entrancing himself, you couldn’t ignore it but you couldn’t do this. you didn’t want the taboo boss employee type of perception cast upon you and him. you wanted to be taken seriously. the other designers were already perceiving you as some sort of teachers pet. the thought instilled momentary nausea.

“alex, i’ve got to go,” you whispered. he looked down at you again. “i’ll walk you back.” you shook your head. “no, no thank you, i’ll manage.” you slipped out of his arms before handing him his blazer, maneuvering your way through the tight packed crowd, slipping around torsos and arms until you finally made it out into the secluded hallway.

you took a deep breath, the chatter, music, and clinking of glasses now muddled. the hall was dark, not counting the floor to ceiling window that casted a murky blue into the space. you pressed your hand up against the window. staring out, you still didn’t comprehend it all was real, convincing yourself that it was a dream, and dreams were merely fragments of space cut out and glued together, playing like a glitched out film reel in your sleep.

you snapped back to reality, the smell of vodka on your dress pungent. quickly, you headed back to your suite, heels clacking on the marble, loud in the silence.

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sugugasm · 2 years ago

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°.୭̥ 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 — fushiguro toji

synopsis : toji hates brats, luckily for you, he doesn’t have an issue with taming them.

𓆩♡𓆪 content warning : wc : 3.1K : black coded fem! reader, dominant toji, brat taming, missionary, upstanding citizen position, use of profanity and pet names. minors do not interact. <> this is the long awaited part two of jet lagged LOL, i’ve had this in the drafts for so long but i finally got the inspo to pick back up on it. this is me posting this bc i was too excited to wait. also !! i forgot the name of the acc who gave me this inspo ugh, if you see this, lmk so i can credit you bby <33

the aroma of the hot night air and various dishes bombarded your nostrils as you sat in front of your husband. with a glass of wine in your hand and a little frown wrinkling your lips, you let out a sigh that toji knew all too well.

"is everything alright, doll?" he asks, raising a fork to his face. the man asked himself what was going on in that little head of yours. he assumed that a chic dinner on a patio somewhere in paris would make you fall in love with him all over again like it was the first date. but it looks like he was wrong. your food was still intact and your features were warped in frown— he was lost.

“don’t like your order? wanna’ get somethin’ else?” toji tries again, placing his hand on top of yours only for you to snatch it away. you kept staring at the stars, ignoring your husband's gesture.

“is there somethin’ you wanna’ say or?”

you scoff, “i don’t know, why don’t you ask jen? you two seem to be getting along well.”

jen, the name of the waitress that’d been serving you two this evening. toji had been very ignorant to his actions but you didn’t fail to take notice; the way she smiled at him after every visit to the table, the little glances she was throwing his way, and don't forget the coarse tone she used when speaking to you.

it was driving you crazy, and not to be stingy, but you hated sharing what was yours. you couldn’t even enjoy dinner with the man you’d spent years with due to a sense of jealousy, and toji knew this. yet, he hadn’t done a single thing to stop it.

“who the fu— are you serious, yn?”

“dead serious,” you snap, watching as he ran his tongue on the inside of his cheek in frustration. toji takes out 200 hundred dollar bills and lays them on the table without needing to say another word.

“let’s go,” he mumbles, a bit too calm for your liking.

the two of you walked out of the restaurant and into toji's black audi, both of you wearing a disgruntled expression. toji opened the passenger door for you without speaking, despite the fact that he was upset, he still managed to be a gentleman.

you anticipated a lengthy trip back to the paris le grand, but thanks to toji’s sudden need for speed, you got there pretty fast. as you entered, you could hear toji following closely after you as your heels clanked across the presidential suite.

“yn, c’mere,” he says, his gruff voice making your body and pussy jump all at once. you hated how weak in the knees the man made you— it was like a superpower of his.

“toji, i just wanna’ call it a night. “ you utter, but he doesn’t budge. he only moved a few feet toward your frame, pointing his index finger at the void in front of him.

“come. here.”

standing in front of him with your arms crossed and a scowl on your face, you prepare to receive the ‘stop being a brat’ lecture. to your surprise, though, toji's scarred lips gently touch yours before whispering, "you know i love you, right?"

“yes.”

he smiles, kissing you once again, “good, cause i’m about to fuck you like i don’t.”

“what—“

“head upstairs and strip for me. after that, lay down. i’ll do the rest,” unbuttoning his dress shirt, he gives the command. you blink a few times before following his orders, racing up the stairs and removing the black, velvet dress that once gripped at your waist. you laid your back against the mattress and not long after, you could hear toji too— his heavy footsteps inching toward the bedroom door.

“y’know how disrespectful you are?” toji growls before grasping your ankle and yanking you toward the edge of the bed. he had some nerve; calling you the disrespectful one. if anything, he should’ve been the one receiving a punishment, not you.

“bein’ a brat during our nice dinner? i planned that shit all by myself and you wanna’ act out.”

toji used his strength to flip you onto your stomach; you could feel the rough texture of his palms on your abdomen as you moaned. it seemed as if you had forgotten about the jealousy that had formerly distorted your thinking.

“you were flirting with her,” you press, but it comes out as a gasp of sudden joy in your insides. toji’s fingers rub here and there to get a feel for the area that had you screaming most. as you groaned and whimpered in response to his touch, you could hear him sigh.

toji was offended that you'd even consider that thought. given how long it’d taken for him to release the guard he had up when you first met him, he would’ve assumed you’d noticed at least a bit of his progress. the amount of courage it took for him to approach you to begin with was a story to tell alone.

you were more than just a pretty woman on his arm. you were his wife, his best friend, and his lifeline all in one. to be frank, the thought of even touching another woman disgusted him.

“you think i want her?” he asks, hands roaming your chest shoulders before pushing a deep arch into your back. all of this was pulling you right back to where you were on the plane a few days ago; bent over and begging for assistance.

you hadn’t been prepped, but you were too in the moment to care. and if you were being honest, you didn’t need it. the pool between your legs had started to stream down your thighs as toji rubbed his tip in between your folds. even while angry, toji was still teasing.

“you were acting like it,” you say. it came out muffled due to your head being mushed into the pillow, but toji heard every word. prior to you saying anything else, he used his hands to flip you onto your back. without warning, toji slipped himself in fully. he hadn’t made any sudden movements; the tip of him was touching your cervix while his width sat comfortably along your walls.

a small whimper came from you as he gradually began to move his hips. he was giving you slow strokes, but you felt every little inch of it.

“tell me, yn. what exactly would i want her for?”

the question was unable to be focused on. all anger and frustration left your body the moment toji began to penetrate your cunt. it wasn't so much the speed of his thrust as it was the drive and force he put into them. each stroke felt like he was pouring his heart and soul into you.

the man’s hands held on to one of your inner thighs and the other on your foot as he moved in and out of you. it took one small look between you two to see the commotion. every time he went in, there was the outline of his cock carving a space only he could fit into.

“you know i don’t like the silent treatment. quit fuckin’ around and answer me.” he wasn’t even giving you any room to adjust. toji knew you could take it, but he’d at least be kind enough to give you minute— but kindness was a bit out of reach right about now.

“toji— fuck you,” you grunt and he furrows his brows.

“fuck me? you sure?” he asks, now picking up the pace. the sound of his hips ramming into you was messy. his hand moved to your throat, putting only minimum pressure to the vessel all while using it as leverage.

he was practically yanking you onto him and you were already out of breath, and the night had only just begun. toji was filling you up and then pulling away and over. it was blissful torment, and you savored every moment of it.

“toji! fuck- keep going, baby!”

toji positioned his hips toward the side, his dick tickling right where you needed him. you could feel him in every crevice; his cock stretched you so easily. toji couldn't possibly go any deeper than this — and you rationalized with yourself, knowing damn well you’d be proven wrong.

“oh i’m baby now? what happened to ‘fuck you’?” he grunts, still beating your poor cunt raw. you were sure you’d be mush by now if you weren’t clinging on to his wrist for dear life. you knew this had to be more than just one of his punishments. every stroke sent to your pussy carried meaning behind it, like his life depended on it. your body was rocking along with him, allowing him to put his all into it.

“t-toji, please- daddy, im sorry! fuuck oh my god.” your moans and apologies gained no sympathy from the man.

“you got all pretty for me,” he says, fingertips pressing on your skin, “just for the night to be cut short by that envious little head of yours, hm?” he’d released the grasp on your neck, giving you some air— his idea of a fucking reward.

“i’m-i’m sorry, toji. fuck- you feel s’good.” the sentences that left your lips were strung out due to your orgasm approaching rather fast. once toji found that perfect rhythm, it became hard for him not to fuck you straight toward your climax. the headboard was crashing against the wall and the sheets were bunched into a mess— just like you were about to be.

“answer the question.” you felt good too— beyond good if he was being honest, but he couldn’t give in just yet. cause to be quite frank, you had toji completely fucked up. there were no thoughts on his mind other than fucking you back to your senses.

toji’s gaze was almost scary; darkened irises that held sincerity as well as anger. he was staring so deeply past your eyes that you were sure you could see your own reflection looking back at you. no matter the pain he felt from your nails scratching at his chest or the sting in his lower abdomen from holding himself back, it didn’t compare to the ache he felt from tonight’s situation.

he needed to prove it to you. regardless if it was just a brief moment of envy.

removing his hands from your neck, toji placed his hands on your thighs, picking you up from the mattress and standing tall onto his feet. you thanked the man above for giving you the love of heights, because otherwise you’d be in a load of trouble.

with his cock still buried deep inside of you, his hands find their way to cup under your ass, holding you up as you came face to face with a sweaty toji. he then walked forward up until your back rested against the wall.

“hold on to me and don’t let go.”

you wouldn’t have let go even if he asked you to. toji stood at a good 6’4, you’d be damned if you fell from your tree of a man. “just fuck me toji,” you sigh, resting your head against the wall.

“you’ll never learn, yn.”

the sound of skin slapping followed behind toji’s stern voice. starting off slow, he started with just the tip; letting your hole suck him in at your own pace. toji kept adding inches, filling you up and taking it back out again until you were entirely full. the new position had him fucking you even deeper than he was before, your cunt being more open this way.

“take this fuckin’ dick.” with his forehead colliding with yours, toji made sure to keep eye contact as he fucked you against the wall, small whines and curses leaving the both of you. it was taking everything in you not to fall completely weak when he began to kiss your lips.

a string of saliva connected both of your lips, leaving your mouth messy and longing for more. your worry of falling had drifted far away by now, making you a moaning mess as toji bruised your pretty pussy. the lovely symphonies coming your mouth heightened not only his speed but his force.

you were slamming against the wall, leaving a repeated pounding noise for your neighbors down the hall to hear. your commotion wasn’t one of toji’s priorities. right about now, the only thought on his mind was making you cum.

“i love this fuckin’ pussy.” he moans, his voice gruff with nothing but pure determination in the tone, “got me fucked up, yn. fuck- thinkin’ i’d ever leave you for anybody else.”

you couldn’t even produce a sound. mouth agape in an ‘o’ shape, you squeezed your eyes shut and prayed for mercy. toji’s hips were rotating in a circle, drilling into you with your legs quivering in response. you ran fingers through his hair and all over his nape, burying your head into his neck having no choice but to let him kill your cunt.

“shit toji! i’m-i’m- so sorry! i know you wouldn’t! please go faster..” you cry out.

toji pauses, “you own it. alright? you fuckin’ own it.” mumbling, he tilts his head to the side and lets his cock give you one hard kiss to the cervix. “look at me when i’m talkin’ to you.” tears twinkled from your eyes as you looked at him with low eyes. you were trying your best to keep consciousness due to the overwhelming pleasure between your thighs.

“who’s dick is this?” he asks, kissing your lips and tugging on your bottom one with his teeth. barely above a whisper, your voice conjures up a small, “mine,” as he resumes the harsh strokes to your pussy.

you could feel every vein that protruded from his base to his tip, the flesh tickling your insides. you were whimpering and hearing sounds you’d never made before, and it was just what toji needed.

“tell me again.” his voice was softer this time, mouth near your ear sending a shiver through you— another thing you loved about toji. it was no surprise, but you were a sucker for the man’s voice. that smooth, slick tone with just the right amount of charm to make you fall to your knees with every word.

“m-mine. it’s mine, baby.”

you were breathless and so close to the edge. just as you prepared for that moment to arrive, you could see a light beaming in the corner of your eye— a mirror. it was almost like you were hypnotized, watching your husband fuck you senseless. toji’s ass flexed with each movement, your feet dangling beside him with your anklet glistening in the dim lighting.

“keep sayin’ that shit. i wanna’ hear you too. let me know who’s making that pussy cum,”

you were almost slipping from his grasp from how hard he was fucking you. when he re-adjusted your position, you let out a disgruntled groan. you knew he was smiling before you could see it for yourself. it was then when he realized just how to take you to the very top.

“oh? you liked that? liftin’ you up and down on my dick like this- lettin’ me hit that spot?”

his questions were pointless, because the minute you whimpered he repeated his actions. believe it or not, but you were sure the man may have just given you a new favorite position.

“ooh fuck! i’m gonna’ cum, toji. don’t s-stop!”

and he didn’t. toji used all of his strength to lift you up and down onto his cock. he was filling you completely; the only thing being seen was his balls dangling from under you. you were practically howling and he didn’t care to shut you up at all.

“gonna’ cum on this dick? do it, mama. i know you can. c’mon, give it to me.”

that was all it took for your eyes to disappear to the back of your head, your orgasm hitting you like a train. not only bad you creamed on his cock, but you release some juices too. you could see small droplets of your ecstasy on the wooden floor, as well as a bit on toji’s thighs.

“atta’ girl. you want some of me too? wanna’ see you sleep with my cum drippin’ out of you.”

“yes! yes, please yes. wanna’ feel it all in me. i won’t waste it, baby.” a few more strokes later, and you could feel your husband thumping inside of you. toji’s firm arms wrapped around your back as he pressed his dick deep into the depths of your cunt— making sure to give you every single drop.

“aah- shit! fuuuck..” he expresses. you could feel his palms wandering your waist as he carried you both to the bed. your worn out bodies laid exhausted next to one another, toji pulling up the comforter to fit you both.

your head rested against his bare chest, your heart fluttering at the sound of his heartbeat still traveling back to its original pace.

“i’m sorry.” you utter, avoiding his eyes in guilt. toji places a hand on your shoulder, rubbing the skin faintly as he waits for you to finish your statement.

“i shouldn’t have reacted that way. i know you would never do that to me.” sniffling, toji catches your small tear falling before you do, wiping away any guilt that clouded your mind. you knew he wasn’t actually angry with you, but you could tell it hurt him. it was silly for you to go on and make accusations you knew weren’t even close to true.

“i’m not angry with you, baby. i kinda’ like when you get possessive, it’s sexy. but i hope you know you don’t have to worry that little head of yours, ever.”

your head rested against his sticky chest as you placed kisses along his toned stomach. toji quickly grabs your face in his palms, caressing you gently, “i’m serious, yn. i don’t want you to feel like that ever again.” just then, toji seals the night with a deep peck to your lips. you couldn’t deny, when you felt his lips on yours, all things wrong seemed to dissolve.

although dinner was a bust, you could proudly say that resting in your husband’s arms would’ve sent you into a frenzy to begin with. you didn’t need a fancy, overpriced dinner— all you needed was him.

and you had exactly that.

the rest of your night was spent with toji sitting beside you as your limbs softened in the warm bath water. after that, you disregarded your need for sleep and decided to watch him do it instead. tiny breaths left his nose with his chest rising and falling, so peaceful.

it was in that moment when you realized you’d fallen in love with fushiguro toji all over again.

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