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delopsia · 1 year ago

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Void seriously may be the best fic I’ve read in idk how long and I just wanted to give it some love since I saw you were bummed about it’s performance. I’ve re read it more than I like to admit tbh I love the concept so much!

This actually made me tear up a little bit, lmao. I'm so happy that you've enjoyed it 🥺💐I had a lot of fun sitting down and detailing their backstories and setting up where it could all go. There are so many pages of notes and details on how Rhett and Bob met, how they found the Reader and a whole action sequence that took place directly after Void ended, but I don't have the heart to write it. I'll give you the summary of it all💕

The events of the AU were kicked off in 2016, seven years before Void. A hole had appeared above the ocean, and the Navy was investigating what happened when someone was sent through it because cameras failed the moment they got close to it. Phoenix and Bob were the names pulled to fly the mission and were only told they would be flying through a black hole that was created by highly specialized projectors.

Instead of coming out the other side, the two were swallowed up by the hole, and for four years, nobody knew what happened to them. The Navy crafted a vague story about them going missing, gave them a funeral, and eventually, they were legally dead. Bob and Phoenix only felt like they were in the hole for a few minutes, but during that time, chunks of the "ore" that powers the hole flew by and struck them, Bob in the head and Phoenix in the chest. And though Phoenix was able to fly directly after emerging from the hole, the ore clogged an artery in her heart, and she suffered a heart attack after they landed.

They never told her family about how she turned up four years later; she was buried in an unmarked grave, and any witnesses were legally silenced. But Bob was still alive; the ore was trapped and manifesting in his head, tormenting him with violent visions, but he was as alive as ever.

What do you do when the media finds out a pilot appears from nowhere four years after going missing? You accuse him of deserting the Navy and fabricate elaborate evidence to sentence him to five years in prison for it. Because prosecuting an innocent man is easier than admitting you lied.

The thing about Bob is that he's crafty. He knew he was fucked, so he vanished from his apartment shortly before the trial, headed in the direction of his family, and then veered north, up into Montana and Wyoming. Places disconnected from technology, small towns without internet and cell reception. He found himself a small job as a ranch hand, and for a while, he was fine.

Until the visions started leading him places to an old mine, where a chunk of gold had been hidden by a miner who had long passed. They told him of the investigation that was catching his scent, helped him to know when to skip town, and what clues were setting him off.

And then it took him to the hole. Bobby didn't know it when he stepped in, but the hole took him to the exact universe that the Reader existed in. Nobody knew him here. There was nobody to hunt him because Robert Floyd quite literally did not exist. The laws were so loose here that faking an identity was easy, he sold the gold, got an apartment with the money, and took up shop working in the tech industry. Not his ideal job, but it worked.

At the same time, Rhett and Perry got into a fight in the pit bar parking lot after Rhett had suggested moving on from Rebecca. They thought Perry had killed him. And Royal, fearing the loss of both sons, took Rhett's body out to the hole in the west pasture. Rhett woke at some point in time, begging, pleading for his father to quit dragging him to the hole, but it was of no use. Because if he got away, there was no chance in hell he would ever trust Royal again, and he would surely tell the police of what Perry did.

So Royal pushed him in.

The hole spits him out on an unfamiliar sidewalk, and in his bedroom, Bob is struck with a violent vision that leads him right to that old cowboy, and he takes him in. Rhett's beat to hell, his fists are bloody, and when he recalls what happened, his hands turn pitch black.

Royal is the son of Chronus, born with the ability to create and manipulate the ore used for time travel, and Rhett inherited that ability. It simply didn't activate until he entered the hole.

Just weeks later, the Reader goes on a cabin trip with some old friends they haven't spoken to in years. They were meant to rent a different cabin, but between work and the stresses of life, the Reader forgot and unknowingly pissed off several members of the group. Those friends thought it would be funny to get back at the Reader by locking them out in the blizzard, but it was miscommunicated about who let them in, and by the time they realized the Reader was still outside, they were gone.

One friend called the police, but by morning, nobody would say who had gone missing. If they pretended not to know the person who had vanished, then maybe they could escape the legal repercussions of their actions. And those small-town police truly weren't cut out for such an investigation. They got away with it.

The Reader had wandered off into the cold, searching for help, and during their frostbitten haze, they didn't notice the hole until they fell in.

Just like with Rhett, Bobby had a vision that led them right to where the Reader had been left, on the concrete. They only meant to warm the Reader up and take them to the police, but their story was similar to Rhett's; they didn't want to recount the story anymore than they had to.

But the thing about trauma is that it bonds people. These three didn't drift apart; they stuck to one another like glue. With discovering Rhett's new powers and gradually opening up to one another, it shouldn't have been a surprise that things got warmer in that one-bedroom apartment. Shy cuddles became hesitant kisses, and kisses morphed into whispered I-love-you's.

Until the Reader was recognized in public by one of the people who locked them out, and suddenly, they were being accused of intentionally going missing and wasting police efforts.

What do you do when the law is after you? You run.

They went to Rhett's timeline, hid in small towns, stole from other timelines, and sold those things until they could afford a house in the mountains in an unnamed country. Far away from society, where nobody could find them. The house lit up with security systems, cameras, and motion detectors, fearing the day someone caught their scent once more.

But that wasn't enough. Because the Reader was angry with the people who couldn't seem to get enough of tormenting them, Rhett couldn't get over how his family protected Perry, and Bob had finally learned that Phoenix never even received a proper burial.

They crafted together evidence and anonymously sent it to Sherrif Joy's front door, damning Perry as Rhett's killer. He got sentenced. Rhett made a joke of showing up in his cell to frighten him. Forever angry about the life he lost.

They time-traveled to copy the security footage of the Reader being locked out, and they went to find and copy the documents that detailed what had been done to Bob and Phoenix.

This is where Void took place. Bob had intentionally timed their appearance to coincide with the time his old Navy friends were in the building. His every intent had been to get them on his side. But Maverick was on the side that viewed Bob as guilty, and there was no getting through.

Royal appeared because he had finally figured out that Rhett inherited his ability. He searched every timeline for him, and had every intention of hauling him back home to free Perry from his prison.

The ore in Bob's head acts like a sort of trip wire. It reacts when there is a change or a threat. So when Royal stepped into the timeline, a vision triggered. But Royal could have never expected that Rhett's ability was stronger, wilder. It manifests around his body and allows him to turn into the ore; he can move as an intelligent mist and reform at will. Where Royal can only access the hole from certain points, Rhett can open it as he pleases.

They escaped, but it left Royal in contact with Maverick and Bob's old friends. They had something in common, and an alliance of sorts was formed. Seeking justice, as they called it.

Bob, Rhett, and Reader gathered in a city and watched as a video was placed on every screen. Full of detailed documents and truths that they hoped would set the story straight. They weren't criminals. They were people who had been hurt time and time again. They were only villains because others had forced them into that corner.

It could have been perfect.

Even though it would have painted them as monsters to the people hunting them, it could have given them a chance at a normal life together of settling down and growing old. They had never done anything wrong.

But it didn't.

Those painful truths were bared to the world, and in return, they were painted to be villains who were trying to start an uprising based on falsities. They had some support, sure, but they were labeled as the enemy. Marked as wanted, dead or alive, like this was the Wild West, and they were the bank robbers.

So they ran.

They move from place to place, timelines and worlds, but Royal continues to find them. They change identities and appearances, but they never split up. Are chased through cities, Rhett opens portals as quickly as he can, carries them through hell and back. He draws more ore from Bob's head to stop the visions and fights to keep the Reader from fading back into their timeline.

It's hell, but they're together, and that's all that matters.

The ending of Void was meant to split into two. One hurts more than the other, but they're both happyish endings. Both started when Rhett found the ability to travel into his past self. The person Reading got to choose which they experienced, depending on how they wanted the story to go.

The "good" ending involved Rhett going against Bob's wishes to step into the past. He told the Reader and Bobby of what happened to them. Their persecution, what chasing vengeance and exposing the truth will do to them. In this ending, the evidence is never mailed to Sherrif Joy; Perry gets away with attempted murder, and none of them will ever see a sense of justice.

They will live their lives happily ever after, but they will never be able to forgive the people who hurt them and have to live with that knowledge forever. Sometimes people can hurt you so bad that it ruins your life, and you won't be able to do a damn thing about it. They'll never see their families again.

They make the decision to move far into the future if only to be sure that nobody will ever find them. Where their families have long since passed, and they bring flowers from the garden to their graves. It's not perfect; they hurt every day, but they have each other, and that makes them happy.

The story ends with them much older. Bobby has begun to lose a little bit of his memory, and Rhett's a misty presence more often than not, but they're together. Settled on a bench, gazing off into the sunset. There is a void left in their hearts, but at least it did not overcome them.

TW for multiple major character deaths and gun violence:

The "bitter-sweet" ending involved Rhett choosing not to travel into his past self because Bob feared what kind of time conundrum that would cause. They were fine. Until Bob's eyes turned black in the middle of the kitchen, struck with a vision. But before it could take hold, a gunshot had rung out. And he just

dropped.

Royal had shot him. Point blank in the head. And he had every intent to kill again if that meant hauling Rhett back to face the law. He didn't get one word out before Rhett just...lost it.

Rage does something to people that turns them into monsters. And for that moment, Rhett was the monster. He lost control over the ability inside of him, and though Royal kept firing that gun, he didn't feel it. Rhett didn't just rip Royal apart. He ripped a hole in every timeline. Until the anger subsided, he realized Bobby's body was lost to the hole, and not only was the Reader fading out of existence, but he was bleeding out.

The Reader slipped out of existence before he took his last breath. They slowly emerged to the timeline they belonged to, and though their body is taken to court and tried for whatever charges the court could boil up, their soul isn't quite...there. They wander the Earth detached from their own being, grieving in a ghostly sort of manner, and at some point, they come to rest at Phoenix's grave.

They've only seen her in pictures, but they know it's her ghost who appears and holds out a hand. They take it, and the world fades to white.

It's in the afterlife that they hear the sound of their name being called. They don't get the slow turn, the chance to recognize the two faces looking back at them; they're already being swept off of their feet. In a big hug with their two boyfriends. Soulmates, the two lovingly refer to themselves as. Together at last; dead and alive all at the same time.

This story ends with them smiling; forever young, looking down into a courtroom from the clouds. Though they never lived to see justice served, Rhett's rage had merged the three timelines into one, and through the chaos of it all, the secrets of the Abbotts, the hole, and the Navy were revealed.

Perry escaped prison, sure, but he lived a life in social exile, for everyone knew what he had done. Royal found himself in federal prison. Nat, Reader, and Bob's families finally got to know what happened to their babies. The people who locked the Reader in the cold were prosecuted. The Navy was forced to answer for what they had done.

Finally, the record had been set straight.

They cry. They laugh. They fall into each other in a big hug. And it leaves off with the three chasing each other, racing to be the first to get one of Nat's freshly baked cookies. The void consumed them, sure, it took everything from them, but in the end, it made them whole again. They'll spend the rest of forever together.

I truly don't know how the story got so fleshed out, lmao. One moment I'm trying to weave three tragedies together, and the next, I've got the most elaborate, beautifully painful story I've ever written. Void didn't get to become the series I hoped it would be, but hey, at least I get to share what it could have been lmao.

...that last part wasn't meant to be a joke, but now that I'm re-reading it, it is too perfect to delete 💃

#delgato's asks #rhett abbott #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #void au #tw gun #tw major character death

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fuwushiguro · 3 years ago

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This Is The Way We Go

Day Thirty-One: Roleplay | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: Had to finish off kinktober with my daddy 💕 thank u to everyone who read my kinktober fics I can't believe it's all over!! It's been a blast I'm so so proud of myself and thankful to u all <3 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, virginity loss, alcohol consumption, daddy kink, oral sex (m receiving), slight face fucking, fingering, clit kiss, vaginal sex, snowballing, cum play, smoking. Words: 3.8k

“Bit of a borin’ Halloween costume, don’tcha think?”

Megumi’s father has always been upfront with you. You’ve known him for years, he’s practically a second father to you. He didn’t feel the need to hold back with his opinions, although at times you wish he did. But you understood the tone of his statement tonight. With your hair in pigtails and a nurses cap on top of your head, you gave him a twirl to show him how cute the entire ensemble was. It was a cliché, tacky, nurses dress. One that was a little on the revealing side, he might say. The reason he claimed it to be boring, is that you were training to become a nurse. You could have been anything in the whole world. And you instead, you were practically donning a uniform for your regular job.

“Leave her alone, dad.” Megumi stated, finally coming downstairs in his costume. Toji kissed his teeth as he observed his sons ‘pathetic’ attempt of a costume. He’d decided to be a vampire. Neither you nor Megumi saw a problem with it. It’s a costume after all, isn’t it?

“The lack of effort people put into Halloween costumes makes me sick,” Toji tuts and shakes his head. “Halloween is a time to go all out, y’know?”

“Interesting, Toji,” you nod along with his statement. He seems pleased with himself that you agree with his sentiment. “so I presume that’s why you’re staying home, alone, with no costume at all?”

You and Megumi are already practically out of the door before Toji could get a word in. He likes you, and that sharp tongue of yours. He’s sure it’ll get you in a lot of trouble one of these days.

Megumi clumsily put the keys into his front door while you stood on staggering legs with the obscene amount of greasy food you’d ordered to eat when you got back to his place. The smell of doughy, artery clogging pizza filled your senses and you were desperate for a taste.

It was impossible for you both to keep the noise down, noisily stomping around the front room with heavy shoes. Your laughs filled the room, as did Megumi’s feeble attempts of shushing you both. The pair of you got comfortable on the couch. Unfortunately for Megumi the TV instantly came on full blast and scared the life out of you both.

Toji thought you were both very lucky he was already wide awake.

You both froze as you saw him descend the stairs, greeting you with a scowl followed by a friendly smile. He liked to think of himself as a ‘cool’ dad. You suppose he is, he doesn’t try to hard to be cool and he’s generally enjoyable to be around. Megumi however thinks he’s a nuisance.

He situates himself on the couch between you both. Each of you instinctively kicking your legs out and resting them over his lap. Toji reaches over to your pizza box and steals a slice, which you don’t mind at all. Megumi offers him some chicken nuggets too, and you all watch the movie that’s already halfway through playing on the TV.

“What the hell is this shit?” Megumi wonders.

“Who fuckin’ raised you? Little idiot, An American Werewolf in London. It’s a classic, right?” he speaks, nudging you with his elbow prompting you to agree with him. His disappointment can’t be measured as all you can offer in response is a shrug of your shoulders. “Is this… shame? I think it might be. I’m ashamed to know the pair of you.”

“Shut the fuck up dad,” Megumi laughed into his food which coaxed a short laugh from you as well. “it’s not our fault the films fuckin’ ancient and we weren’t born in the 18th century like you.”

“The film came out in the 80s you little bastard, ‘m not that old.”

“Sure, you fucking fossil.” you chime in. You regret it instantly when Toji prods at your sides, tickling you endlessly. Megumi kicks you as you unintentionally kick him in your fits of laughter. Toji only ceases his assault on your body when you begin to choke on a slice of your pizza.

“Sorry, sorry darlin’.” he apologises, leaning down to pick up the three-litre bottle of Pepsi you’d ordered from the pizza shop. “Here.” he laughs, handing it to you. You drink it greedily, almost draining the entire contents of the plastic container. Once you’re satisfied you exhale a sigh of relief. He shakes his head as he notes the water welling in your eyes.

Maybe it wasn’t his finest idea to tickle you while you were eating.

Megumi had blacked out before the film had finished, and you weren’t far behind him. Toji was eager to return to his own bed, but thought he best leave Megumi to sleep off the alcohol in his system on the couch. He gets up, searching for a blanket to cover his son with. He raises an eyebrow, wondering if you’re planning on sharing the couch with him, but you shake your head. Although, you’re fighting a losing battle against sleep.

He picks you up in his arms with ease, carrying you bridal style up to Megumi’s room. You’re grateful, really, that he’s so muscular and strong. You don’t believe you would have made it all of the way to bed on your own with the way your head was spinning.

Toji helps you into bed, tucking you in nicely and wishing you a goodnight. You’re freezing. You can’t help how you’re shivering all alone under the covers. It’s common that when you sleep over, you curl up with Megumi. And Toji isn’t stupid, he doesn’t doubt that you do a little more than sleep next to his son whenever you stay the night. He doesn’t buy the whole ‘best friends’ thing for a minute. But, he isn’t going to press the issue if neither of you are willing to be honest.

The room is spinning, you feel like you’re in a tornado about to wake up in Oz. You can’t sleep like this. You’re lonely, you’re cold, you’re drunk.

You find yourself getting out of bed, searching for company. You’re sure Megumi won’t mind if you wake him up to spoon on the couch with him, right? Except that isn’t the direction you’re walking at all. You should be heading down the stairs right now, but you just avoided them completely.

Toji stirs awake, and he sees little ol' you standing at his open door. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, forgetting what day it was and where you had been the night before. Your already naughty nurse outfit had rucked up while you were sleeping. The little cap was gone, probably left downstairs with Megumi. The moonlight shone down on you through his bedroom window. He smiles, you don’t look sleepy at all. He recognises that look anywhere. He’s seen it on many women before, and now he’s seeing it on you. He’s no fool, you’re lonely, huh?

“Can I sleep with you?” you ask him.

He turns on the light on his bedside table and beckons you inside. You do as your told, shutting the door behind you and shuffling closer. He opens the duvet to you, inviting you to join him underneath. You smile, practically running to him. Toji pulls your body close to him. God, you are freezing. But he’s boiling hot. Even with his chest bare, he’s warmer than you could have ever hoped to be sleeping alone. You begin backing yourself closer against him. He knows what you’re doing, and he thinks it’s a very bad idea.

“Stop it, princess.” he commands. And he can already see the pout forming on your face as you stop your squirming.

“’m so cold,” you complain, “just wanna be warm, daddy.” you tell him, he sighs. Totally at a loss of what to do with you.

“Don’t call me that, behave yourself.” he demands, your squirming continues and you feel a huff of exasperated breath tickle the nape of your neck. “I know you’re still a virgin, y’think I don’t hear you ‘n Megumi talkin’?” he speaks, directly into your ear.

“I don’t wanna be, not anymore.” you confess, hoping your continued rutting will incite a different response from him.

“Aren’t you and Megumi a thing—?” you shake your head at his question. You really are nothing more than best friends. He’s like your brother. Of course it’s a little sick that you want to fuck his father, especially after knowing him for so many years. But you can’t help yourself. You’re right here, and he’s right here with you. And you want him. And truthfully, the only thing that’s stopping Toji – is Megumi.

“Be my first, daddy. I want you.” you request, your continued grinding finally getting a response out of the man behind you. “You’ll take care of me, won’t you?”

His lips find the crook of your neck, tongue laving over your pulse point as he sucks on your skin. Sloppily kissing you until you throw your head back against him. You can feel him nodding into you.

“Yeah baby, I’ll take care of you.”

He pulls you on top of him, your knees on either side of his hips. You’re so damn cute, look at that confused little face of yours. He can see you’re overwhelmed, and he coos. You feel your face go hot, this is so embarrassing. He’s so much more experienced than you are, he’s so mature and so hot. But he likes you. He likes sweet and innocent. And you fit that profile to a T.

“It’s okay princess, take your time.”

You shuffle backwards, giving yourself more room and more freedom to explore his body. Although you know exactly what you want first. You know he’s big. Even without feeling it against your ass mere minutes ago you’ve never had a doubt in your mind that he’s large in size. Deft fingers grasp the waistband of his boxers.

“I’ll need to start by checking your reflexes,” you tease, playing into the role of the costume you’re wearing. It steals a grin from him. You pull down slowly, almost afraid of what you’ll see. His big fat cock springs free, hitting off his abdomen. He grunts with a sigh, his tip drooling pre onto his stomach.

It’s glorious, and weird, to see a cock for the first time with your own two eyes. Especially one that big. You have smart eyes, even in your drunken state. He’s easily 9 inches long and awfully thick. His member is decorated in thick pulsing veins. Toji wraps one of his hands around his length and begins tugging himself slowly. It’s almost threatening. The base is adorned with black curly hairs, similar to the shade of the hair on his head. His tip is large and prominent, and your tongue salivates at the sight of his pearly precum gathering at his weeping slit.

“Think you need somethin’ in your mouth gorgeous, open wide ‘n I’ll take your temperature.” he jokes, wanting to continue the theme of the evening.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the nurse?”

“Suck. It.”

You shrug your shoulders, sinking your mouth onto his length. It’s intimidating, so intimidating you can’t seem to bring yourself to get anymore of him down your throat than his mushroom tip. He laughs, having such a big cock is a blessing and a curse.

“Relax your throat, easier said than done, I know. But if you don’t move, I’m gonna fuck your face instead.” he threatens. So much for taking care of you.

But you were right, you are the nurse. And as such, you should be doing your best to take care of him. It is easier said than done to relax your throat, instantly groaning and gagging around Toji’s aching desire. He revels in the way your adorable pigtails look as he stares down at you sucking him off. Your hot little mouth around him is making him drippy. He’s too much to handle. He wants to be gentle with you, but can you really blame him for allowing his hips to rock into your willing mouth? Especially the way you’re gagging like that. You’re making him feel real good about himself.

“God, your mouth is so fucking good.” he tells you.

All restraint is lost, and he turns into the head pusher he told himself he wouldn’t be with you. Take your time. He said. Yeah, right. He wants to use your wet cavern to edge himself to the final moment. It wouldn’t be a problem if you just sucked him off tonight. But you are the one who said you wanted him to take your virginity. Who is he to deny you? He holds your head at the base of his cock for a little while, your nose lightly tickled by his unruly pubic hairs. You slap lightly at his thigh, indicating that you can’t breathe. He needs to remember himself, remember you. He isn’t a monster; he just likes to fuck hard. And he’s mean, but he can’t be too mean with you.

He frees you from choking on his length, you cough and sputter, holding your throat to relive any discomfort. Though you aren’t granted much recovery time, he sits upright and pulls you towards him. Your noses inches apart. His eyes alternate between yours and your lips, and yours do the same.

“C-Can I,” you gulp. “kiss? Please.”

“Please what?”

“Daddy, please daddy. Can I have a kiss?”

His lips press against yours, the grooves of your mouths slotting together perfectly. Toji’s hands explore your body, one settling in the small of your back and the other resting on the crown of your head preventing you from pulling away. It starts off slow, sweet. You’ve kissed before. You’ve kissed Megumi before – drunkenly, of course. But this somehow feels different. It’s like he’s offering everything he has to you.

It becomes more erratic. His tongue prods at the seam of your lips, desperate for you to open your mouth. You do. It’s an unusual sensation. A delicious cocktail of soft and hard licks against your own tongue as he explores your mouth. The mouth that just housed his awfully large cock, not caring that his taste is still on your tongue. He rolls you over so that you’re flat on your back.

He observes your form as he gently pushes your thighs apart. They hadn’t been getting to him before, but those white stockings you’re wearing are driving him wild while you’re spread open like this. You’ll have to keep those on while he fucks you, he thinks.

He’d been too focused on your luscious legs, when he finally looks back at your face he feels his cock jump. Big, trusting doe eyes giving him his full attention. There really is no other way to describe it. You’re trusting him. Wholly and completely. He’s the worst person you could have chosen to take your virginity – though it isn’t going to stop him.

Your panties are moved aside as he dips into your tacky folds. He wonders if you’ve already creamed yourself since you’re so drenched and gushy for him. He silences your hitching breath with another tongue tangling kiss as he slides a finger into your heat.

“It’s okay, it’s only one.” he coos, admiring the way your arms wrap around his body for stabilization.

He’s slow at first, doing his best to get your virgin walls used to his thick finger. It’s odd, it’s a lot. He isn’t going particularly deep yet, but he kisses you through it more. It’s really setting in for him how much you’re relying on him to be gentle with you, to ease you into this. His pace picks up when the intensity of your kiss increases. You’re moaning into his mouth so sweetly, pretty pretty moans as you register the foreign feeling of being fingered.

“O-Oh—”

“One more baby, you can handle one more finger f’me cant’cha?” he questions.

You nod, you aren’t sure if it’s the truth, but you want too. His pace doesn’t let up and you feel just how deep he’s trying to get. It feels like his finger tips are in your lungs. He’s shushing you now, you’re getting a little too loud for him when he knows his son is sleeping soundly downstairs. But the shushing is just as fruitless as it had been when Megumi tried to quieten you down as you entered the house together.

“Y’like it sweetheart? Does it feel good?” he asks you, already knowing the answer by the eyes rolled in the back of your head.

“Y-Yes, daddy, s’good. Too much! Too much f’me!” you wail.

“Sh sh sh,” he commands. You nod, not wanting to disappoint him. “think you can handle my cock?”

“Want it, please, please fuck me.” you whisper, body jolting with each intense curl of his fingers inside your sensitive walls.

He balances on his knees, shuffling around and moving your legs until he is between them. Toji’s thumbs rub softly, comfortingly over your inner thighs. He’s really going to do this. Your heart is racing, as is his. He crooks his fingers into your panties, you push your legs together and lift them up straight so he can remove them with ease. You open your legs for him again, and he takes a particular long stare at your folds. It’s making you self-conscious. Is there something wrong with you? He notices your panicked eyes, leaning his head down to plant a soft, tender kiss on your clit.

His body shifts and soon he’s caging you in beneath him. He delivers you one more kiss, it’s chaste and hurried before he pulls away and licks his lips. His cock rests gently between your pussy lips, his cockhead nudging your sensitive bead ever so slightly. Toji rests his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes.

“Are ya sure about this, princess?” he asks.

“Please, Toji. I want you.”

And with that, it’s all the confirmation he needs. He aligns his shaft with your little hole, you hiss instantly as his mushroom tip stretches your spasming walls.

“Ah, ah—!”

“I know, I know. It’s just the tip baby, doin’ so well f’me.” he croons, attempting to silence you with a kiss one more time. You hum into his mouth; it almost feels like you’re smiling. He pulls away, thinking you might have something to tell him.

“Y’should have been in this uniform T-Toji,” you stutter, still coming to terms with his impressive size delving into your virgin slot.

“Yeah? How come?”

“G-Givin’ me an injection, ah—!” you kid, gasping a little when you feel him bottom out inside of you. He’s too much to take, now you’re sure you can definitely feel him in puncturing your lungs. No, you can feel him filling your throat. You can’t breathe. It doesn’t get any better as he gently ruts his hips inside of you. He covers your mouth with the palm of his hand.

“Shut. Up.” he responds, unimpressed by your silly joke. He punctuates his words with light grinds against your cervix. And although his words say otherwise, you can see an ever so slight curve of his lips. He’s at least a little amused.

He doesn’t thrust for a good while. Taking his time letting you accommodate his heavy, throbbing desire. It’s like you can’t bear to be separated for a single second while he’s inside of you. He kisses you through it all. The grinding. His thumb that traverses down to toy with your pulsing clit. The eventual shallow thrusting. And the inevitable deep intense ones. The ones where you have to pull away to moan. He doesn’t let you part your lips for long, though. Ethereal moans escape your lungs that he must swallow for himself. Stay on his lips, give him what he’s earnt. He deserves them, he is making those sounds. He wants to drown in the depths of your breathy pants.

He can feel you clenching.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he asks.

You nod. You are, God, you are. It isn’t lost on you how lucky you are you be losing your virginity to someone who has a particularly high level of competence when it comes to women. He knew exactly how close you were to a powerful end. And he let you moan as loudly as you wanted when you finally spasmed around him, your cunt offering more juice to his needy cock for all of it’s hard work. He kissed your neck through your high, continuing to fuck you through the bliss of your orgasm. You felt another one coming along, about to roll right after the first.

He pressed your left leg further open while he moved your right one over his shoulder. The deeper angle brought exactly what you both wanted. Your chest swelled as you came for a second time in a few seconds, and Toji grunted as he forcefully thrust into you and emptied himself inside of you. He kept fucking you for a while after, a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock. Toji pulled out, admiring the way his kids seeped out of your quivering entrance.

“Open your mouth.” he ordered.

You did as you were told. An obscene moan fell from your lips, still feeling tingly and sensitive. His mouth connected with your leaking cunt, he sucked his cream out of your tight hole and held it in his mouth. He leaned up, kissing you, shoving it all into your mouth. He didn’t need to ask, you already knew he wanted you to swallow.

“That’s a good girl.”

You curled up to his side as he lit up a post-fuck cigarette. It was an addiction for him. The two things go hand in hand in his eyes. It’s the perfect way to recover, to consider the things he’s just done. He raises an eyebrow as you reach up with two fingers, desperate for a drag yourself.

He didn’t even know you smoked.

You don’t.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him. He looks down at you as you suck in the tobacco eagerly. You can’t even be mad when he laughs as you choke on it. You don’t need to try so hard to impress him, he thinks. He already likes you. He’s always thought you were a sweetheart, he just likes you a little more now. “I was tryna do the roleplay thing, I didn’t do a very good job.” you confess, attempting one more time to smoke properly. He snatches the cigarette back from you, sick of you darkening your lungs for the sake of making him think you’re cool.

“It’s alright, just keep the costume,” he smiles, puffing the cigarette effortlessly, “we can try it again next time.”

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