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escapenightmare · 3 months ago

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sae itoshi was not a nonchalant boyfriend or a chill guy, despite how much he tried to seem like he was. you don’t ask him for his opinion on your outfit? do you not want him (to compliment you and ask you to do a small twirl so he could see the ensemble properly and then pepper your cute face with kisses)? you don’t want him to share his food with you? okay, so basically you’re saying you want him to go to hell.

you tell him to quit liking flirty comments from random people under your posts? what’s wrong with that, he agrees with them— you’re absolutely stunning. and no, he isn’t doing it just so those randoms get a notification that saeitoshi, with a silly picture of you and him with your cheeks smushed together as his profile picture, has liked their comment so that they now know you aren’t single and looking for some sleazy jackass who thinks they can get your undivided attention just by commenting ‘🔥🔥’. seriously, how dare you accuse him of such pettiness?

but really, none of that is compareable to how he feels right now; damp hair sticking to his forehead, towel over his shoulder, one hand buttoning up his loose shirt while he’s looking at his phone, fresh out of the shower after the usual training. his teammates are yapping about something like they always do but it’s all silent in his head as he takes in what feels like utter blasphemy on the screen.

zero notifications.

well, actually, he had a shit ton of texts messages from his teammates and people he considered somewhat his friends but none of them really matter— only you do.

and you hadn’t texted him since yesterday (almost 24 hours ago!), when he was on his way home and asked you if you wanted him to bring you extra snacks or something.

do you hate him?

he clicked out of the messages app and checked instagram, where you’d usually have flooded his dms with chronically online shit that he had no idea how you found funny. seriously, what the heck is all that about divers going into small spaces and eye of dih? he visibly deflates when he sees you hadn’t sent anything on there either (the last text was from him, when he’d said ‘???’ to your text that read ‘what is a father?’).

Sae [16:43pm]: Do you hate me

nah. scoffing to himself, he deleted the words, exited the app and pocketted his phone. since when was he such an attention deprived, needy little shit? whatever.

by the time he opens the front door to your shared home, there’s still no text, no call, no reel, nothing from you. “angel?” he calls out in his usual, casual tone, nudging the door shut with his boot. “’m home.”

“in here, sae,” you call out from the bedroom and he quickly takes off his shoes, drops his duffel bag onto the couch and trudges into the bedroom, feeling as if if he were a puppy, his tail would be wagging harshly behind him. “i was just about to text you.” you tell him with a small smile from where you’re sitting on the office chair behind the desk, your laptop in front of you and notes strewn all over the desk. you were.. studying.

ah, right. no wonder you hadn’t texted him.

you barely register his silent footsteps and fast pace until he’s right behind you within the time it took for you to blink, one hand on the arm of the chair to turn it around before he’s half hunched over you, his other hand pressing on your back to tug you into a hug. “missed you,” his voice is muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the soft tufts of his moist hair tickling your chin and neck. “thought you hated me.”

“what?” it was said so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it, but you do and now you’re pulling back a bit to look at him properly. “what gave you that idea?”

“forget about it,” he tries to avoid the question in a painfully untactful manner, attempting to hug you again, but faltering as he sees the look on your face. god, this was so humiliating. “y‘didn't text me today— or call, or send me stupid reels,” he points out with an embarrassed grunt, standing up to his full height and running a hand through his hair. “thought you were pissed at me for beating you in monopoly or something.”

huffing, you grin up at him. “you didn’t have to bring that up, jerk. but no, as you can see,” you gesture to your table and he notices the splotches and lines of dried ink on your fingers from your pen. “i’ve been studying. or trying to, at least.”

“huh.” he lets out, grasping your hand in his and intertwining your fingers before untangling them again so he could toy around with them. his brows furrow and he scoffs when you continue, saying something along the lines of ‘i didn’t think you’d notice.’ “yeah, well, i noticed. i dunno. kinda hard to miss the zero texts from the only person i reply to, yeah?”

your eyes brighten at that, but you tease, “ohh, yeah, right. sorry, i forgot you’re a friendless loser.”

“look who’s talking,” he shoots back, and you’d almost be offended if it wasn’t for the playful look in his eyes. he sighs and dips his head to press a kiss to your temple before walking over to the closet.

“were you really sad that i didn’t send you stupid reels?” you ask him with a curious look while watching him pick out a random t-shirt and sweats, not making fun of him like you’d usually do, just genuine curiousity in your tone.

he hums in response, undoing a few buttons of his shirt before tugging it off his head and glancing at you, with his teal eyes narrowed in contemplation, shirt still hanging around his elbows. “guess so. ’s stupid, huh?”

“nah,” is your immediate reply, followed by a small shrug. “i think it’s sweet, actually. in a pathetic sort of way. you’re kinda sweet.”

during his 10-minute break from training the next day, he finds himself on the bench of the locker room, resting his aching legs with his half empty water bottle next to him as he’s scrolling through your dms with a soft smile. a shit ton of reels and one ‘good luck at practice!!’ message stares back at him.

yeah. he thinks you’re (kinda) sweet too.

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lilianne-tarot · 29 days ago

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE I

Cards Pulled: king of swords, knight of cups reversed, king of pentacles, the sun, the tower, 2 of swords

Right off the bat, you’re gonna think this person is cold. PERIOD. I’m sorry, but King of Swords as the first card, this ain’t some gushy softie sliding into your DMs with heart emojis and “wyd baby.” Nah, theyre giving emotionally disciplined, calculating, and “I only let three people see the real me and you’re not on the list… yet. YET” they might come across lowkey intimidating at first, like, the kind of person who’s quiet in group settings but throws out that one sarcastic comment that’s so sharp it makes everyone laugh and feel personally attacked. 😭💀

BUT TRUST ME, they’re watching you. Like… a hawk. They’re the type who is taking mental notes on your coffee order, your laugh patterns, the way you furrow your brows when you’re deep in thought, stuff even you don’t know you do. But honesty love….. they’re into you from day one, but they plays it off like he’s unbothered. Classic King of Swords move. Strategic af. Theyre lowkey fighting himself. Like, internally they got this soft, romantic, borderline poetic thing brewing, he fantasizes about running into you by “accident,” planning the most aesthetic dates, imagining you in his hoodie😭but he’s actively repressing it. Because vulnerability? He’d rather eat glass, thanks. He doesn’t want to be obvious. He’s convinced if he lets on how deep he’s feeling this, he’ll lose the upper hand or get hurt. So what does he do instead? Weird passive-aggressive things. Acts uninterested one minute, then gives you eyes across the room like he’s trying to telepathically undress your soul the next. Sir. Pick a lane. He doesn’t chase, he builds. He slowly starts showing up for you in the most tangible, grounded ways. Need help with something? He’s already on it. Mentioned your favorite snack in passing? It just “randomly” appears next time. The way this man provides?? You’ll be SHOOK. He’s not flashy about it either. He’s like, “I got you” and means it. That’s when you start going: “Wait… are they… serious?” Because once this person is IN, he is IN. Like, no games, no pullbacks. Suddenly it’s "have you eaten?" and "text me when you get home" and "do you want me to fix that thing?." Husband mode activated.

BUT THEN. Omg. THE TOWER. 😭 Baby this is where it goes OFF. Something will shift drastically. And honestly, You might be the one who triggers it, ofc we are talking about you here so. Like maybe you call him out for his hot-and-cold vibe, or you walk away ‘cause you’re done playing Guess Who: Feelings Edition. Whatever it is, it SHATTERS his cool-boy facade. The Tower is giving “omg I fumbled” realness. He suddenly realizes how much he could lose and spirals. Might even go quiet for a second, lick his wounds, have a whole emotional breakdown. But then… boom. THE SUN. This is where the magic happens. The pursuit becomes warm, honest, and loud. He stops hiding. He owns it. Like, “Yeah, I like you. Actually, I love you. Actually, I wanna grow old with you and argue about what brand of detergent we’re using.” You’ll feel seen, adored, and finally safe in this connection. It’s that post-breakdown glow-up. He starts expressing himself clearly, no longer scared to let you in.

But now. Girl. YOU are gonna be the one hesitating now 😭. That Tower moment hits you, too. You start overthinking: “Can I trust this sudden 180? Was he always this into me and just hiding it? Do I want someone who couldn’t be vulnerable from the start?” Like, your brain starts weighing everythings. And that’s valid! It’s hard to unsee someone’s walls once you’ve bumped into them. So how do you perceive him throughout this journey? At first, cold and confusing af. Then… weirdly magnetic. Then dependable and lowkey daddy-coded. Then chaotic and heartbreak-y. Then sunshine and deeply, deeply sincere. You’ll feel like you’re watching him peel back layer after layer, and each one gets softer, realer, and more him.

His hints would be subtle but intentional. He remembers small things. He lingers a bit longer in conversations than necessary. He suddenly shows interest in the things you love, even if they weren’t his vibe before. He gives you those “you’re the only person in this room I care about” eyes. He’ll NEVER say it first… until he breaks. And when he does? You’re done. Stick a fork in you. Soul snatched. Game over.

I am seeing like he might dream about you before things really pop off. He might tell you later like ,“I had this weird dream we were married lol” and laugh it off, but internall,y he’s BLUSHINGGG because the dream felt real. Also… idk why I’m seeing like… rain or some stormy weather being important??? Maybe the Tower moment literally happens during a stormy day and you both cry under the rain like a movie scene? (i mean…..idc… if i am getting me personal main character moment. It’s all part of the process, i guess💁🏻‍♀️).

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE II

Cards Pulled: the tower, king of wands, 5 of pentacles, queen of cups, 8 of pentacles, 10 of pentacles

PILE 2, Okay but… why does this feel like a well written kdrama with 16 episodes??? I mean i could literally make a movie out of this pile 😭 my reaction to the cards were literally: oh, OH, ahh , TF, Oh. My. GOD.😭

The drama. The rawness. The "I didn’t see this coming, but now I literally can’t look away" energy is off the charts. And I’m already obsessed. So let’s talk about how this chaotic yet painfully magnetic future spouse of yours is about to come stomping into your world like they own the place, with all their trauma and broken broken parts and this weirdly hot charisma that shouldn’t be attractive but is. And somehow?? You fall for it. But like… respectfully 😭.

this person doesn’t approach you like your average person in love would do. No flowers and shy glances. Nope. It’s giving, "I just burnt my life down and now I’m rebuilding from scratch and oh look, you’re here too," vibes. Like you know when someone walks into a room and they don’t say much but their energy is SCREAMING "I’ve been through the trauma you couldn't even imagine"? That’s them. Tower card energy straight up. Something’s just collapsed in their life, could be a major breakup, a career flop, family drama, or literally an existential crisis. Honestly? Feels like all three, let’s not lie 💀. But instead of moping around, this person grabs that chaos and turns it into… ambition. Swagger. Power. This is someone who knows how to lead. They pursue you like they’re chasing their next purpose. With intention. With clarity. And this lowkey intimidating confidence that says “I know what I want, and it’s you.” But let’s not pretend it’s smooth sailing here. Bc 5 of Pentacles? Babe. This person has been abandoned, emotionally iced out, or felt major rejection in the past. Like it’s giving "I’ve loved and I’ve lost and now I trust NO ONE but my dog”. And because of that, Their way of pursuing you is… messy. Not in a manipulative way, but in that "I’m trying to be a lover while still patching up my own wounds" type of mess. So expect mixed signals. Hot and cold. Deep talks followed by withdrawal. And you’re gonna be like, “Sir?? Do you like me or do you need therapy??” honestly: it’s both 😭.

Queen of Cups as the next card is where things get interesting. You. Literally you. You're intuitive AF, emotionally intelligent, and probably catch onto their emotional damage in the first week and are like “Yup. You’re hurt. But I see the softie under all that wreckage.” And here's where it gets wild: they know you see it. That’s what makes them pursue harder. You’re the first person who doesn’t just want them for their outer confidence and King of Wands hotness, you want to know their soul. Their weird inner child. Their guilt. Their hidden sadness. And that?? That shakes them. In a good way. You start noticing little things. Like how they’ll work on themselves just to be better for you. They start showing up. Maybe it’s slow, but you’ll see them trying, healing their abandonment issues, learning to communicate, showing effort in tangible ways. Like planning little dates, asking how your day was (and ACTUALLY listening….woah rare, ngl), sharing parts of their past without you asking. They might even pick up new skills or hobbies because you like them. A little "if she likes books, I read books now" moment?? 😭😭 Despite how mature and scarred and big-boss they may appear, at their core, they’re a newbie when it comes to actual healthy love. Like yeah, they’ve loved before. But not YOU kind of love. Not “you see me even when I’m not performing” kind of love. And that humbles the hell out of them. They're awkward about it. Like, "I wanna give you the world but I also don’t know how to wrap a gift box correctly." 😭 It’s so endearing, you can’t help but melt. They pursue you like someone relearning love from scratch, and you become their soft place to land. They’ll stumble. They’ll overthink. But babe, they’ll try. And that’s what makes them fall harder. Because this ain’t about seduction. It’s about growth. They're not gonna outright confess their feels in the beginning. It’s gonna be hidden in acts of service. Like fixing your broken lamp. Or sending you a meme with a weird caption like, "reminds me of u" Or casually saying “I don’t talk to many people like I do with you,” and then acting like it wasn’t a full-on emotional proposal. Their love language is subtle till it’s not, okay?? But your intuitive self picks up on every damn sign, and you’ll know before they even open their mouth. That’s the connection here, psychic soulmate level. You’ll feel their love way before it’s said.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE III

Cards Pulled: king of wands, 3 of cups, knight of swords reversed, the devil, 8 of cups, the star

OKAY, PILE 3 is here and… GIRL this pile has such strong, “Dark romance” vibes and also that “enemies to lovers but we’re obsessed with each other” trope energy like NO OTHER 😮‍💨🔥. Your future spouse? It’s that person who shows up outta nowhere and instantly throws your life into disarray because the connection is too much, too fast, too real. They pursue you like they’ve waited lifetimes to find you and now that you’re finally here, they’re not gonna risk losing you, even if it means accidentally traumatizing you with their intensity first 😭.

So let’s start with the vibe of this person, okay? Immediately I’m seeing someone who is dominant AF in presence, the type of person where the second they walk into a room, your attention shifts without your permission. But they’re not all flash and no depth, this person has that charismatic, “traumatized but make it aesthetic” confidence LOL. Think: the guy who’s lowkey too cool for everyone but gets soft for you 🫠. But it’s not just charm. It's calculated. They choose to pursue you. Like, they spotted you from across the damn soul contract timeline and were like, “Yep. That one. Mine.” LMAO.

Here’s where it gets juicy though, this person doesn’t make their pursuit clean or safe. We’ve got the Knight of Swords reversed mixed with The Devil and 3 of Cups… BABY. I’m not gonna lie, their approach is gonna have you shook. This isn't some slow-burn "lemme get to know you" type of chase. Nah, it’s giving intoxicated obsession. Like they’re coming at you way too fast, might say things they haven’t thought through (hello chaotic confessions??), maybe even making moves when you’re like “Wait… tf is happening?!” . And I SWEAR this person gives off the vibe of someone who might try to "just be friends" first… but they absolutely fail at it. Like... you’re not slick, sir. The way they look at you? Not very "friendly." More like "I wanna pin you to the wall in a meaningful way." 😭 it’s like you look into their eyes once aand you are going inot their crib TONIGHT.

BUT. Their pursuit of you isn’t just lusty and impulsive, it’s coming from a place of deep yearning and soul ache. You’re literally the star they’ve been trying to find after walking away from a bunch of superficial crap. I’m getting that they’ve already been through a lot emotionally, they’ve had to let go of people, addictions (literal or emotional), maybe even success that wasn’t fulfilling. So while their approach is messy and extra (like “sir pls chill”), it’s coming from a place of craving real healing, real light, REAL connection. And guess what? That’s what you are to them. Their fkn North Star. And trust me, they don't even realize it at first, like they’re thinking they’re chasing a thrill, but gets, spiritual awakening outta nowhere. Bestie… you’re gonna think they’re too much. 😂 Straight up. You’ll be like “This person is hot, sure……but wtf is this energy??” It’ll feel like you’re constantly trying to decide between “should I kiss them or block them?” Energy chaotic AF. You’ll clock them trying to play it cool, but their eyes? Screaming "I'm feral for you." It’s also possible they’ll show up when you’re trying to move on from someone/something else, and you’ll be hesitant because you’re finally healing, vibing, living in peace, and here comes this walking temptation in human form, knocking on your aura like “hey 😏.” i mean really this emoji is the perfect example of how i am imagining this person. There’s definitely a karmic undertone here, like you two have danced this dance before in past lives but it was let uncompleted. So now, they're NOT playing around. And the way The Star closes the reading? OOF. After all the chaos, the push/pull, the temptation, and messy little love games… they want peace with you. You are the peace. The wish. The endgame. But it’s not gonna come pretty.

Okay so their hints are not actually hints. They’ll accidentally drop the biggest signs , forgetting they’re supposed to pretend. They’ll joke about being obsessed with you? Deadass. They’ll mention you in every convo “by accident.” They might post quotes on their stories or make weird comments like “If I ever fall in love, it’ll be someone like you” 🙄, SIR. STOP. WE SEE YOU. The 3 of Cups energy is also giving “I’ll use mutual friends to get close to you,” like casually showing up at a party where you just happen to be?? Please.And listen, not everything will be smooth sailing. That Devil energy is LOUD. There will be moments where you’ll wonder if you’re drawn to them because it’s fated… or because it’s toxic. But that’s part of the growth arc. They’re not here to ruin your life, they’re here to crack your heart open with messy hands. And once they realize that they can’t control you? That’s when the real magic starts. That’s when they fall so damn hard, they start building a whole new version of themselves just to be worthy of your light.

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gojosconsort · 2 months ago

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ridin’ out the attitude // TOJI FUSHIGURO

⁀➷ content. you’ve been pushin’ toji’s buttons all damn day. now he’s got you straddlin’ his lap, smirkin’ as he makes you ride that thick cock ‘til you’re beggin’, spankin’ your ass red just to remind you who’s boss.

pairing. afab!reader x older bf!toji

warnings. mdni. mean!toji, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, manhandling, dubcon (?), but really he’s just messing with you, age gap, overstimulation

word count. 2,000

you’re not even sure how it got this bad today. maybe it’s the way you kept mouthing off at breakfast, rolling your eyes when toji told you to chill with the attitude. or maybe it’s how you “accidentally” spilled his coffee all over the counter ‘cause you were too busy texting some dude who’s been sliding into your dms.

could’ve been when you snapped at him in the car, calling him an old asshole for turning down your music. whatever it was, you pushed every damn button he’s got, and now you’re here—staring down at him sprawled out on the couch, that stupid smug smirk plastered on his face like he’s been waiting for this all day.

“you done actin’ like a brat?” he drawls, one thick arm slung behind his head. his legs are spread wide, black sweats hanging low on his hips, and you can already see the outline of that thick dick you’re about to regret waking up. “’cause i ain’t liftin’ a finger ‘til you fix this shit.”

you scoff, crossing your arms like that’s gonna do anything. “fix what? you’re the one actin’ like a dick all day.”

his smirk twitches, eyes narrowing. “oh, you think you’re slick, huh? talkin’ back like i won’t have you cryin’ on this dick in two minutes.” he leans forward just a bit, patting his thigh with one big hand. “get your ass over here. now.”

you hesitate, ‘cause you know where this is goin’. toji don’t play when he’s pissed, and you’ve been tap-dancing on his last nerve since sunrise. but you’re stubborn as hell, so you jut your chin out and mutter, “make me.”

wrong fuckin’ move.

he’s on you in a flash, big hand wrapping around your wrist and yanking you down onto the couch. you barely have time to yelp before he’s got you pinned, his weight pressing you into the cushions, breath hot against your ear. “you wanna keep testin’ me, doll? ‘cause i got all night to teach your ass a lesson.”

you squirm, half pissed, half turned on already ‘cause damn, he’s strong and you hate how much you love it. “get off me, toji, fuckin’ old man—”

“old man?” he cuts you off with a dark chuckle, flipping you over so you’re straddling his lap. “this old man’s about to have you beggin’ for mercy. strip.”

your heart’s hammerin’, but you glare at him anyway, peelin’ off your top real slow just to fuck with him. his eyes don’t leave you, dark and hungry, like he’s already picturin’ you a mess under him. you toss your shirt at his face, smirkin’ when it lands on his chest. “happy now?”

“bra too,” he says, voice flat, ignoring your little stunt and leanin’ back like he’s settlin’ in for a show. “and lose the attitude ‘fore i fuck it outta you.”

you huff, unhookin’ it and lettin’ it drop, and his gaze zeroes in on your tits, watchin’ ‘em spill out with that smirk, eyes trackin’ every bounce like he’s starvin’ for it.

“now pants,” he say.

you roll your eyes but shimmy out of your jeans, leaving you in just your panties. and he’s all casual, arms spread across the back of the couch. that smirk’s still there, and it’s pissing you off how hot he looks just sittin’ there, waiting for you to figure out what’s next.

“what now, huh?” you snap, crossing your arms again. “you just gonna stare at me all night?”

“nah,” he says, voice dropping an octave as he pats his lap again. “you’re gonna ride me. and you’re gonna do all the fuckin’ work since you wanna act grown.”

your stomach flips, heat creeping up your neck. “what?”

“you heard me.” he shifts, tugging his sweats down just enough to free that thick, heavy cock you’ve been tryna ignore. it slaps against his stomach, already half-hard, and your mouth goes dry. “you pissed me off one too many times today, baby girl. now you’re gonna make it up to me. hop on.”

you swallow hard, thighs clenching ‘cause you know he ain’t playin’. toji don’t bluff—he’ll sit there all night if he has to, waiting for you to figure your shit out. so you crawl closer, knees digging into the couch as you straddle him proper, hovering just above that dick that’s way too big for you to take without a fight.

“what’s the holdup, doll?” he drawls, low and lazy, like he’s got nowhere to be. “thought you were a big girl, talkin’ all that shit earlier. hop on already.”

you glare at him, hands on his shoulders for balance, but you don’t move yet. “you’re such an asshole,” you mutter, tryin’ to keep your cool even though your heart’s poundin’. “maybe i won’t. maybe i’ll just leave you sittin’ here with your dick out.”

he laughs—straight up laughs, deep and rough, like you just told the funniest joke. “oh, you’re cute. real cute.” his eyes narrow and he leans forward just a bit, voice droppin’. “you ain’t goin’ nowhere ‘til i say so. now quit stallin’ and sit on this dick ‘fore i make you.”

you huff, rollin’ your eyes like that’s gonna save you, but you start lowerin’ yourself anyway, holding the fabric of your panties to the side. the tip brushes your entrance, and you bite your lip hard, ‘cause even that little bit stretches you out. he don’t move, just watches you with that damn smirk, hands loose on your hips like he’s enjoyin’ the show.

“go on,” he says. “you wanted to piss me off all day, so take it like you mean it.”

you sink down a little more, and fuck, it’s a lot. he’s thick as hell, and you’re feelin’ every inch, walls flutterin’ just tryin’ to adjust. you’re halfway down when you stall out, breathin’ heavy, thighs shakin’ like they’re about to give up. “shit, toji—” you gasp, nails diggin’ into his shoulders.

“what’s that?” he taunts, tiltin’ his head like he’s tryna hear better. “you tappin’ out already? thought you were tough shit, huh? all that attitude and you can’t even take half.”

“shut up,” you snap, pushin’ yourself lower just to spite him, but it’s a mistake. he’s too big, stretchin’ you so wide it’s borderline painful, and a whine slips out before you can stop it.

“aww, poor baby,” he mocks, voice drippin’ with fake pity. “need me to hold your hand while you cry about it?” his hands tighten on your hips, but he still don’t help, just keeps watchin’ you struggle. “c’mon, doll, you’re takin’ too long. i ain’t got all night.”

you grit your teeth, glarin’ at him through the burn, and force yourself all the way down. you’re stuffed so full you can barely breathe, ass flush against his lap, and he lets out a low groan, finally breakin’ that cocky facade for half a second. “fuck, there you go,” he mutters, one hand slidin’ up your back. “knew you could do it.”

you’re pantin’, tryin’ to get your bearings, but he don’t give you a chance. “move,” he says. “you’re ridin’ me, remember? get to it.”

you start slow, rockin’ your hips ‘cause that’s all you can manage with him buried so deep, that fat cock kissin’ your cervix every damn time you move. every bounce has you moanin’, body tremblin’ from how full you feel, stretched so wide it’s like he’s rearrangin’ your guts, and he’s just sittin’ there, smirkin’ like a bastard, eyes locked on your tits bouncin’ like he’s hypnotized.

“that all you got?” he teases, leanin’ back further like he’s bored. “thought you’d be bouncin’ on this dick like you own it. c’mon, don’t half-ass it.”

“fuck you,” you hiss, pickin’ up the pace just to shut him up. your thighs are screamin’, ass clappin’ against him loud as hell, and the wet smack of skin on skin fills the room. it’s nasty, messy, and you’re lovin’ every second even though you’d never admit it.

“that’s more like it,” he says, eyes locked on where you’re takin’ him. “still ain’t enough, though. you’re actin’ like you don’t deserve a punishment for all that bullshit you pulled today.”

before you can snap back, his hand cracks down hard on your ass. the sting’s sharp, makin’ you yelp, and he don’t wait—lands another one right after, smirkin’ when you clench around him. “there we go,” he mutters, rubbin’ the spot he just hit. “keep fuckin’ yourself on me, and maybe i won’t spank you ‘til you can’t sit tomorrow.”

you’re a mess now, whinin’ and grindin’ down harder ‘cause that smack lit somethin’ up in you. he keeps it comin’, big hand crashin’ against your ass every few thrusts, timin’ it so you’re clenchin’ tight around him each time. “shit, toji—” you gasp, voice breakin’ as the sting.

“what’s wrong? can’t handle a little payback?” he mocks, slappin’ you again. “you were real loud earlier, runnin’ that mouth. where’s all that noise now?”

“please—” you whimper, too far gone to care about pride. your legs are jelly, rhythm all sloppy, and you’re leanin’ into him, tryna get him to help.

“please what?” he says, all smug and slow, finally grippin’ your hips tight. “thought you didn’t need shit from me. what happened to that?”

“toji, fuck, i can’t—” you’re shakin’, walls squeezin’ him so hard he groans low, and he finally takes pity on you. his hands dig in, liftin’ you up just enough to slam you back down, settin’ a brutal pace that’s got you screamin’.

“that’s what i thought,” he growls, thrustin’ up hard to meet every bounce. “fuckin’ brat. gotta do everythin’ myself, huh?” he don’t let up, poundin’ into you like he’s tryna break you, and you’re so wet it’s damn near embarrassing, slick drippin’ down your thighs.

he spanks you again, mid-thrust, and you choke on a moan, whole body joltin’. “keep goin’,” he orders, voice rough as hell. “you ain’t done ‘til i say so.”

you’re lost in it now, head spinnin’, clawin’ at his chest while he fucks you stupid. he’s relentless, hittin’ that spot deep inside over and over, and you can feel yourself unravelin’, pressure buildin’ ‘til you’re right on the edge.

“toji, i’m—” you can’t even finish, ‘cause he slams up one more time, spankin’ you so hard you see stars, and you’re gone. you cum screamin’, gushin’ all over him, body shaking. he don’t stop, fuckin’ you through it ‘til you’re whimperin’, overstimulated and damn near cryin’.

“fuck, that’s it,” he mutters, voice tight as he watches you fall apart. he keeps goin’ for a minute, drawin’ it out ‘til you’re a boneless heap on his chest, then finally slows, hands rubbin’ lazy circles on your sore ass. “good girl. now you gonna think twice ‘fore pissin’ me off again?”

you can’t even talk, just mumble somethin’ incoherent against his skin, and he chuckles. “yeah, that’s what i thought.”

you’re slumped against him, breathin’ heavy, whole body achin’ like you just ran a marathon. he’s still sprawled out, smug and relaxed, one arm draped over the back of the couch, the other restin’ on your back like he owns you. your ass is stingin’ from the spanks, thighs still tremblin’ from the ride, and you’re pretty sure you’re gonna feel him for days.

“you good?” he asks, fingers tracin’ idle patterns on your skin.

“fuck you,” you mumble, too wrecked to come up with anything better, and he laughs again, that deep, rough sound that makes your stomach flip.

“already did, doll.” he shifts, pullin’ you closer ‘til your head’s tucked under his chin. “next time you wanna act up, just skip to this part. saves us both the headache.”

you huff, buryin’ your face in his chest ‘cause you’re too tired to argue. he’s an asshole, yeah, but he’s your asshole, and you’re already wonderin’ how long ‘til you piss him off again just to feel this. ‘cause as much as you hate to admit it, you’re hooked—on him, on this, on the way he fucks you.

“whatever,” you mutter, closin’ your eyes, and he snorts, pressin’ a lazy kiss to your forehead.

“that’s my girl.”

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yan celebrity who everyone likes and adores

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Y/nis_daddysigma

wsg lil bro

nice clothes 🙏

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yan celebrity who decided to check his insta messages that day, scrolling through the thousands of messages his fans sent him until he randomly picked one

yan celebrity who decided to respond to you

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Theyluvme

thanksss :3

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yan celebrity who immediately begins texting back and forth with you, you were SHOCKED ASF bc why is this random millionaire tryna keep convo with you..

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