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whoopsies ! >_<

wedding night

𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿���� - after an arranged marriage to unite your clans, you're left alone in a hotel room with your new husband.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - arranged marriage (reader + toji), cunnilingus, pet names (sweetheart, baby), possessiveness from toji ("you're mine"), toji's described as big, reader submissive, creampie 1.4k words

Toji threw himself down, mattress moving with the buoyancy of his body, pushing him upward only slightly before bowing with his weight. He'd unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt - blazer and waistcoat discarded long before the end of the night. You stood awkwardly, thumb caressing over the back of one hand for comfort. In this moment, you'd been thankful for the less interesting choice in bridal gown, an ivory slip dress for a more casual occasion - it had suited Toji's lax manner abundantly well. It must have been a characteristic your mother had predicted, or perhaps learned from the husband she had picked out for you. 

"Y're lookin' like a lost little puppy." Perhaps the first sentence your new husband had said to you. Most of the evening had consisted of interacting with families, the uniting of clans more important than the binding of two people. The Zen'in's had only agreed to allow your clan to ally with them if you would marry whom they'd viewed as their weakest - born with no cursed energy. Though as your eyes wondered over the rugged man before you, you'd been left to witness an aura like no other. From one glance at Toji, you'd felt he'd held more ability than any Zen'in you'd met that evening. 

"Sorry." You'd mumbled, gaze met with narrow green eyes. He'd made himself comfortable, laying back on the bed with his head supported by the thickness of pillows, black hair splaying onto the white sheets surrounding him.  "Jus' go get changed n take your face off - or whatever ladies do at night." Toji's eyes closed, an arm draping across his forehead. Glancing toward the bathroom, you'd did as he'd suggested, a white nightie packed neatly within the bag you'd dropped off earlier in the day. 

Even after washing up and changing, you hadn't wanted to return to the room in which Toji had laid. The realization that the man on the other side of these walls had now been bound to you by law, and by your families standards had some ownership over you had dawned deeply over your mind. The excitement of escaping your family had lifted, replaced by the dread of a man you'd never met before your wedding day. 

Toji had been closed off for the entire event, speaking only to those close to him, ordering the same glass of whiskey over the course of the evening. He hadn't appeared rude toward you, yet he'd not seemed too interested either. Hunched against the tiles, you were left with the question of what he'd expected of you this evening - the first night as a married couple. Sighing, you lifted a hand to the lock, deciding to push yourself into the unknown. With enough luck, the alcohol he'd drank would've lulled him into a peaceful slumber, in which you'd be able to mirror within the hour. 

"Thought you'd ran away." His voice had almost startled you when you'd opened the door. Toji now sat upright with phone in hand, eyes glued to your figure. It had been obvious where his gaze had landed, right over the peak of fabric that covered your breasts, small bumps over the perked nipples due to change in air. You hadn't expected him to look over you so nonchalantly, yet his attention had caused a twist within your stomach you'd appreciated. 

"And, why would that be?" The tone from your voice had been more seductive than you'd intended, though with his scan of your curves and clear interest in the nightgown you'd worn, part of you'd hoped he'd reflect the sultry aura.  "Took a long time is all." Toji shifted, finally locking his phone and placing it on the bedside table. When his hand had been left empty, it had immediately drifted down to his belt, resting over the top of his fly. The movements had drawn your attention to the area, noticing a larger bulge beneath the fabric. 

"Was getting ready for you." Lips curving upward, you placed one foot in front of the other, finally guiding your nervous body toward the bed he'd lounged within.  "Oh, really?" His voice had sounded distant as his focus remained only on your physical being, pushing himself away from the headboard when your body had finally met with the mattress beside him.  "Do you like it?" There was a slight need for validation even if you'd been aware of his answer, wanting to hear praise fall from his mouth. The scar over his lip contorted when you'd asked, a smirk forming when he'd finally lifted his eyes from your chest, meeting your own.  "I'm a man, after all." 

Lips connecting, you'd been left to taste the Zen'in you'd now called your husband. The first kiss shared with one another - a heated and passionate affair after a much too stressful day. In fact, it had been a build up over the past month that had driven both you and him insane - one that you'd finally overcome. Toji's difference from his family had given you faith that perhaps he'd been a good man - the opposite to most Zen'ins within his clan. 

Large hands were quick to glide over the silk as his weight shifted above you, legs spreading to accommodate his wide structure. He hadn't taken his time with the outfit, moving the skirt upward with aggression until you'd been left bare from chest down, exposed to the male above you.  "Couldn't like it that much if you're taking it off so quickly." There had been confidence behind your voice that Toji had admired, a fire ignited within him when remembering you were his to fuck all he'd pleased. A bratty woman had some appeal behind it, a challenge to guide you into submission.   "Prefer you bare." His words were spoken against your stomach as his tongue met with your skin, licking and nipping over flesh and allowing goosebumps to trail behind his touch. Toji's breath was hot against you, tickling you as he'd made his way over your core. Unlike the haste with uncovering you, he took his time in lowering himself to reach between your thighs, leaving your heart to race in anticipation.

Finally, his face had halted, tongue pressing to you entrance and gliding a stripe upward, a low hum from your lips as he'd began to taste you. Toji had been eager once relishing in your flavor, swirls of his tongue as you'd been left to appreciate the work of his mouth. Leisurely, he placed middle finger alongside his tongue, moving the pad over you to move alongside his tongue, before finally drifting down and dipping into your already dripping core. Your hips had innately bucked upward, a languid grind against his face and whimper from lips as he'd drawn his finger in and out, another irrepressible moan when he'd added a second. 

The build up had began when he'd picked a pace, fluid movements of his wrist and mouth, soft sucks over the sweet bud that had him humming against your cunt in adoration. Your fingers had found their way to lace within his hair, a gentle tug to signify your pleasure pulling another sound from his chest.  "Close." The word uttered under your breath as your eyes had squeezed closed, a high pitched squeak from your body as you'd felt your high crash over you. Toji had chuckled against you, vibrations adding to intensity. 

Only when you'd fell limp to the bed, whines dying on your tongue, had Toji pulled back, a languid wipe over his face before unbuttoning his trousers. He hadn't given you a chance to look before lining himself with your wetness, a jolt from your body when feeling the head of him run along your folds, a hiss flowing between his teeth when finally stretching you over him.  "Gonna take it all, sweet thing?" His whisper had caused tingles to prick over your spine, a slight burn when he'd pushed deeper into you. When adjusting to size you'd thought it better you hadn't caught a glimpse of his length before he'd entered you. 

Slowly, he rocked his hips, mouth latching over your neck and sucking to leave a mark. One large hand grasped over your chest, fingers wrapping around as he'd squeezed harshly over a breast. "Such'a good girl." The deep tone had ricocheted from the base of your neck as his face had nestled between shoulder and throat, another roll into you. The initial pain had subsided and you'd felt yourself relaxing beneath him, each rock causing his lower abdomen to glide over your cunt, kissing the surface of your clit. You'd ran teeth over your bottom lip, a shudder over skin when contact had been made.  "My fucking good girl." Toji's possessiveness had been apparent, yet it hadn't scared you. When he'd groped and squeezed over your body, marking you and claiming you as his, you'd been left in enjoyment rather than fear. 

"'m all yours, Toji." The approval from your lips had him groaning against you, an excited bite over your skin as he'd pulled his face back, allowing himself to admire the woman beneath him. When your eyes had fluttered open, you'd been met with the same green orbs you'd caught only glimpses of throughout the day, pupils now blown out, skin prickled with heat.  "Say that again, baby."  "I'm yours, Toji." Hearing his name, he jolted forward, stomach sucking inward when feeling you wrap around his base and take him at full length. The movement had caused your mouth to drop wider in awe, eyes rolling upward.  "Fuck-" He drew back before pounding himself forward again, though this time his body had stuttered with the movement, a staggered breath from lips. "Take it-" Toji's instruction had been cut short by a guttural groan, head tilting back as he'd fucked his seed into you. 

tags - @suget

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I'VE BEEN SAYING

no offense but angst leading to smut will always top everything else. argue with the wall because i ain’t hearing it ok, the yearning? the heartache that leads to hurried kisses or passionate slow ones? the face grab? the holding them as close as they can during? shut up!

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SEVEN-DAY-SLUT gojo satoru

SUMMARY: you and your ex decide to spend halloween together for old times sake. yet a single watch of a videotape leads to an eerie phone call that says you both have seven days to live. might as well fuck each other for the last time, right?

CONTENT: f! reader, ex bf! gojo, tiny plot, switch! gojo, needy gojo, gojo just cums a lot, angst kind of, dirty talk, overstim, praise, size kink, fingering, f! receiving, you squirt, dumbification, unprotected, cowgirl, prone bone, impact play, breath play, (pet names: angel, baby)

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

NOTE: i tried typing this w long nails on so sry if this makes no sense 💔 thank u @omgeto for beta reading </3

KAZUTOBER M.LIST

“ . . oh, the movie’s over already?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes as you sat up from the burgundy fat cushioned couch— you cringed, realizing you were laying on gojo’s shoulders and he’s nearly asleep already. you deadpan, lightly nudging him and his eyes flutter open. “it’s getting late.”

“leaving me already?” he fake pouts, and his voice had a mere tired rasp to it— averting his eyes towards the flatscreen, bringing the head of the remote towards it, pausing the slow rolling end credits that played before yawning. “don’t you wanna watch one more movie with your loving boyfriend?”

you scoffed. “ex boyfriend,” and you sat up, rubbing your hands down your arms from the sudden abrupt cool air. “and the movie was hard to watch with you screaming every five seconds like a girl.”

“shut up,” he glares, before gojo reaches across the couch— you stare at him and watch as he pulls some sort of vintage black vhs tape, sticking it into the dvd player before humming. “i found this while i was out. geto told me we should watch it together, knowing him it’s probably porn.”

you sulk, laying your head down against the armrest of the couch as gojo finishes putting the tape in— and he sits back with you, and the tv just turns into pure white static. “. . is it supposed to do that?” you speak in a drowsy voice.

then— you both pause once the landline rings.

gojo stares at you blankly and you lightly shove him, furrowing your eyebrows. “don’t look at me, that's your phone. answer it.”

“me? i don’t wanna answer it, it’s midnight and—”

you glare at him and he dramatically sighs, “fine,” before dragging his feet towards the silver-white landline phone that continued to ring an annoying whistle— gojo intakes a breath while rubbing his eyes, picking up the phone and bringing it towards his ear, twirling the cord against his pointer finger before speaking in a low subtle, “yo.”

at first it was just pure static through the other line, it sounded like a slight glitching noise of a person breathing softly before he made out with what appears to be a person muttering, “seven days until you die.”

gojo’s eyes widens and he immediately hangs up, and turns back towards you— your eyebrows furrow and you slightly tilt your head towards the left. “who was that?”

“. . uh, it was no one. just a— dumb halloween prank call,” he says, and you notice instantly how his body language changes, he’s fidgeting yet tries to play it off with a dumb awkward cheesy grin, running a hand through his white strands before clearing his throat— watching you deadpan as if you already knew he was lying.

“. . . okay okay fine, don’t freak out but we’re gonna die in seven days.”

“says who?” you snort, reaching for your drink near the cupboard, bringing the plastic up towards your lips.

“obviously . . the phone said it,” gojo stammers, nervous laughter leaving his lips before sits back down— his weight pressing against the couch for a split moment, and you glance at him, it was kind of cute, the tiny slim tremor in his voice. he was actually scared. “we’re gonna die. like, actually gonna die in seven days.”

“you’re being dramatic,” you sit up, staring at your ex— such and always was just a baby, an entire drama queen, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you, his face grows flustered— and he’s always been one to barely hold eye contact with you for a few seconds. “what can i do for you to calm down and stop being a ba—”

“let me eat you out.” he instantly replies, and you watch the corners of his lips form into a soft pout just full of utter desperation. he tugs near the string of his grey sweats before lowering his head, replying in a teasing, “please baby?” and then he lets off another nervous chortle. “i . . . at least wanna die while being between your legs after all, heh.”

so dramatic. 

you wouldn’t be surprised if this really was a meaningless prank call. you raise your eyebrows slightly, and he’s actually maintaining direct eye contact— cerulean eyes fixated on your entire face, and you let off a, “really?” gojo slowly nods, thin strands of his white locks swaying a bit in front of his face, and his gaze was undeniably attractive, his eyebrows knead together before you let off a sigh— staring away before grumbling, “fine. but we aren’t gonna die, satoru.”

famous last words. 

although, you were currently laid flat against your back, just barely sitting up with your legs slowly spreading and gojo nearly makes off a soft needy noise— his eyes averts straight towards the thin fabric worn shorts you wore, he lowers his head, with a swift lick of his lips, he pushes himself closer until he’s face first towards your inner thighs. 

he runs his tongue softly up near your skin and you moan— before he stares dead at you, with such frisky intent, purposefully biting down on the pad part of your panties, only to drag his tongue against the very middle part— a mere groan leaves his mouth once he tastes how sweet you were, you were soaked, and he only wondered why. 

“i missed her,” he murmurs in a raspy tone, his tongue was just teasing— creating soft kitten licks near the crevice of your thighs before back towards your underwear, gojo already took your shorts off, just barely to where they were just hanging on your legs. you didn’t know what he meant by her at first, but it was obvious— he missed your pussy.

you whined, forgetting how lazy gojo was when it came to eating you out— he slid his tongue across your panties, keeping them on the entire time which only made you pout in sheer frustration. 

“take them off,” you moaned, starting to move a bit against his face— a hand of yours gripped onto his messy strands, your fingers dug against his strands and he sneaked a glance at you, a near smug grin on his face. “s-satoru, take my panties off.”

“are you asking me or telling me, angel?” he purrs, and he’s getting mean— cocky, lapping his tongue slowly against the middle part of your panties, returning such a menacing little gaze, he felt you throbbing, peppering sweet kisses against the fabric before he brings a hand towards your protected clit.

“. . . pretty please take my panties off,” he says, annoyingly pitching his voice to the way you spoke, butchering it entirely and a soft guffaw leaves his lips once he gives your pussy a light smack. “say that for me.”

you were so aroused— him being between your legs, such nerves bundled inside of you— you were highly sensitive to his touch it seemed, it’s been a while since you were ever intimate anyway, making you appear to be a bit more needy than you intended. 

“just fucking take them off.” you whined, a cute attempt to grab his hair towards you but he lightly smacks your hand. 

“. . oh, so you chose to be bratty today huh,” gojo mocks, and he does eventually slide your lace panties down your thighs— finally. his voice dropped an octave and it was sexy, you throbbed a bit yourself, staring down at him, and he gathers a wad of his own spit before you hear it make contact against your pussy.

and you bit down on your lip, feeling gojo start to rub circles against your cunt only to spanks it. “you always did never knew how to be a good girl.”

you moaned— almost forgetting how filthy gojo was when it ever came to being between your legs, his saliva trickles down your folds, and he slides a finger inside while laying his pink tongue flat, cleaning it up while staring at you openly. “you’re so n-nasty, satoru.”

“maybe, but i know you’re into that kinda thing.” he replies immediately— and there was such sass and sheer arrogance in his tone, you whimpered from how his long slender finger easily reached inside your pussy, slow and tender, careful— you were drenched completely, your head starts to spin, and his words only make you pulsate further and further. 

a tiny mewl left your glossed lips once your ankle pressed against his back— the heel of your foot brushing against his toned back muscles that perfectly hid underneath the fabric of his tight fitted university hoodie. “f-fuck don’t stop s—satoru,” you hissed out in short breaths, leaning back with your legs just spread wide open for him, your eyes create a direct staring contest with the ceiling above you. 

“mpfh—” is all he replies with, and he’s so sloppy with his tongue, just face deep— the tip of his nose brushes and swipes against your puffed pussy and you whimpered, feeling his thumb play between your folds— he slides his middle finger out of you before pulling it out, only to then break his mouth away to start maneuvering a plethora of vigorous circles against your pussy, watching your pathetic poor legs shake and jolt within his grasp. “how long has it been since you’ve squirted, baby?”

“don’t . . call me that,” you moaned— and your sexually irritated tone only makes him chuckle, he brings another spank towards your throbbing soaked folds and you’re already so close— it was embarrassing, you barely lasted a few minutes, yet you were just no match for your dumb cocky ex boyfriend’s tongue— let alone his long slender fingers. 

“i can call you whatever i want and you’ll still get soaked from it,” gojo snickers— bringing an abrupt kiss towards your clit, you ached for your incoming release, you started to feel your nipples throb and poke against your bra, your hand still firmly attached to the top of his head— gripping onto his silk white strands which much intent. “oh, it’s been a while i know, you don’t have to answer that,” and he smiles— dragging his tongue against your pussy before dramatically sighing. “i know your body, princess.”

you continued to whine again and again, like it was just a broken record, gojo’s fingers were just so mean and long— he’s still rubbing circles against your clit, multitasking while lapping his tongue against your sweetened folds, he was just impossible— he was so into it, his eyes were closed, he looked pretty though— long white lashes just fluttering while he ate you out, he was starved, it had been about maybe a good six months since you’d both broken up.

six months felt like six years to gojo. 

of course, he only invited you over to watch a movie— the two of you both shared the same love of horror films, yet now instead of watching movies, you were getting eaten out by gojo as if he was going to die— and according to his dumb knowledge, he was, apparently.

in seven days. 

evidently, you were going to die too— but you figured the entire thing was fake, gojo probably used this as an excuse to eat you out, knowing him he probably would— but if it was one thing gojo satoru was good at, it was pleasing a woman.

he was just addicted to your exquisite taste, his tongue rests flat against your pussy, and he’s just so lewd— such noises coming from his own mouth, slurp after slurp, he’s losing himself with your slick that was already racing down his pale chiseled chin, every few seconds, he’d pull back to swipe a tongue against his lips, a hungry seductive mhm leaving his mouth each time. “you let anyone else play with this pussy?”

“y-yeah.” you moaned, some sort of brattiness returning to you— a tiny smile pressed against your lips, awaiting his reaction only for gojo to meanly spank your pussy and you whimper.

“don’t lie,” he scoffs, and you moan again, feeling him bring two fingers to pinch your pussy, staring at it while his bottom lip pokes out a bit in pure amusement. he hums once he feels your legs start to shake— 

he brings his mouth back against your folds to latch his tongue against your clit, slowly licking before it turns into sloppy sucking— at this point, he was making out with your cunt, a poor mocking imitation of french kissing, really. “ooh. i wonder how many spanks on this filthy clit it’ll take to make you squirt for me, girl,” and he brings his tongue towards the inner part of your labia— giving it a tiny kiss before flickering his half-lidded eyes back towards you. “you’ve always been my messy girl.”

“stop talking,” you whimpered— feeling as if your legs were about to give up any minute, your thighs ached with such greed and ecstasy, you could just taste your incoming release about to come— you’re continuously gripping onto his messy white strands, practically shoving him in and out of your pussy, using his head basically like a rag doll— gojo chuckles against your cunt while his mouth is stuffed full— his lips were pink and slick, glossed and sheeny with your entire slick. “f-fuckkk satoru.”

“sorryyy,” he sneers, his tongue just dips in and out and your eyes start to roll back— so much to where your vision transmits into white practically, your mouth was dumbly prying open just slightly and he was just sucking everything out of you. 

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this, his tongue, you could never get enough of how good he ate you out. he could just go on for hours, happily being stuffed between your thighs. “come on baby, you can do it for me,” he purrs, seductively talking you through your incoming orgasm. he breaks his mouth away to breath, and you let off a cute gasp— feeling him start to rub circles against your pussy as well as smacking it lightly with the palm of his hand. “remind me how messy you always were, yeah.”

“s—satoruuu,” you’d babble, and the circles he made against your cunt with the simple palm of his hand was so hypnotizing— you pulsed tremendously between your legs, still maintaining a tight grip within his hair before you moan— a whiney whimper ripples out your throat, and you finally squirt, gasping out a sweet, “f-fuckkkk.”

“and you call me nasty,” gojo teases, leaning back yet still dragging a thumb against the pretty pulsating nub that was stuffed between your folds, you glare at him— catching your breath, tummy slightly heaving and it felt good— good to where your eyes became half-lidded, and you craved more, his tongue did so many things to you, in more ways than he could explain. 

he sits up to get between your legs, and you whine from your shaky orgasm causing your legs to feel like mush— nerves inside of you making you dizzy and in an almost unknown trance— and he leans in to kiss you. 

gojo expects you to pull or push him away, but you don’t— you kiss him back, your legs wrap around his waist, and he tastes sweet, mint lingered on his tongue, and you moaned in his mouth once he brings a thumb towards your chin to stroke it, the taste of your own sleek slick made you throb a bit too much— it was filthy. 

yet, the phone rings again. 

gojo ignores it— continuing to lock his lips against yours, his tongue goes in sync with your own and you make him grunt in your mouth— it’s sexy, and he’s feeling himself get hard, you have the backs of your ankles brushing against his waist which only makes things more intense— all the while your legs wrapped around him. 

but the landline kept screaming that same repeating ring— and you pulled away, much to a needy pout on forming on his lips. 

“answer it, satoru.” you pant, licking your lips and he catches his breath as well. 

“fine,” he scoffs, getting up— walking towards the ringing landline, growing annoyed at whoever was interrupting the two of you. gojo brings the cold copper phone up to the side of his ear before he mutters in a low vexed tone. “hello?”

you stare, and gojo just shrugs— waiting for a reply, but comes none, just static once again on the other line. he rolls his eyes, hanging it up yet again before dragging his feet towards you, sliding a hand inside of his university hoodie.

“. . . anyways,” he sighs, getting back between your legs— planting a kiss near your neck. “come on princess, not finished with you yet.”

he brings you to his bedroom— the bed you used to always sleep with him in, it smelled just like him, a mere cinnamon aroma, and gojo was . . mean, he couldn’t exactly help it— he missed you, he missed your body, your sweet whiney sounds, and he definitely missed fucking you into the mattress, dragging out orgasm after orgasm out of you as if it was nothing for him— because it really wasn’t. 

“f-fuck baby. that’s it,” he huffs out in a low rasp, you’re laid on your chest— just barely clinging onto a fat satin covered pillow, moaning up an entire storm before he spanks your ass, sinking his thick inches in and out of your cunt.

“. . . mhm . . face up, ass fuckin’ down,” and his voice grows lower and lower— it’s making you wet from his lewd words that reach straight towards your pussy. “missed seeing that slutty back arch, princess. you always know how to take it everytime,” and he groans. “like a good girl.”

you whimpered, his words were just raunchy.

he makes you maintain the arch, and he’s just smacking his hips into you— driving into your very core at full throttle. smack after smack, you’re so dizzy, getting entirely drunk from his dick that it’s simply embarrassing—

gojo grabs on your right wrist and pins it against your back, his thrusts just becoming sloppier and sloppier. “y-your pussy is just—” and he pauses, letting off a needy moan, “throwing itself at me— over and over and fuckin’ over . . damnnnn.”

you’re whining— his weight pressing down against your ass, you’re resting down on your arms, he’d just so deep, stuffing you full of girth that you’re just in a complete trance— 

heavily to where gojo leans up close to you, a hand softly wrapping around your throat, the pad of his middle finger swiftly brushing against your neck and he feels the needy vibrational noises you made with just your mouth— 

so loud, so noisy.

“. . . i missed you,” he coos, and his voice was low, he’s next to your ear, and he means it, each mean thrust against you, gojo starts to grow vocal— moaning such slutty moans against your ear with a hand softly wrapped around your throat. 

“. . . s-so bad.” he moans, you whimper from the way his cock bullied it’s way in and out of your cunt, singing out such salacious soaking squelches—

the pure definition of lewd.

that’s the perfect word for your pussy.

just lewd.

“baby, i wanna hear you. don’t try to hide your moans— you can be a little slutty for me, h-heh. i know how much this filthy pussy misses me. it’s so talkative, listen to it with me.”

you suddenly grow quiet, moan after moan, practically being shoved into the fat mattress on constant repeat, his girth stretching your tight pussy, and you hear it— 

your cunt spitting out noise after noise from gojo’s throbbing dick, verses rippling from your folds practically— he couldn’t get enough of how drenched and soaked you were, it gets him so feral— and that’s when you whine, his base smacking against you— and he groans. “s-satoru, you only invited m—me over so you could fuck me.”

“that’s not true,” he huffs out, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips— his hips were just vigorously driving into you now, making you keep your arch again and again. “i invited you over because i missed you. but your pussy isn’t complaining, so . . . ”

“just shut up and fuck m-me.” you babbled, mentally rolling your eyes— such a blabbermouth, gojo always talked and talked and talked— even while he was deep in your guts— he was never one to shut his mouth. 

“that’s what i’m doing, brat.” he grunts— replying sharply, and his hits against you are so good, it’s just about having your tongue to start lolling out, so deep, it’s got your head spinning and spinning like a merry-go-round. “gonna m-make me fuckin’ cum.”

he can’t help but be a bit rough— he scoots your hips up closer towards him, pumping thick inches in and out of you constantly, it’s a repetition, he clings onto your waist, soft pads of his thumbs brushing against your hips— it’s soothing in a way, despite his nasty hips driving you to complete insanity. 

“inside, s-satoru.” you whined— and he presses his weight against your ass once more, thwack after thwack it’s got your body responding with a plethora of jolting movements— gojo knew how to fuck, specifically, he knew how to fuck you. 

“nasty girl,” he grunts— and a whine rips from out of you, the very curve of his cock, traces inside of you with each deep sensual hit and smack against your rear— he brings a few spanks to your ass and you’re just whimpering — he gets off on the sheer recoil, swiping a tongue against his lips before groaning, “f-fuckkk— gonna stuff you full princess, take every drop and don’t spill it.”

and once gojo came— it was so much, thick velvety ropes poured out, and he shook, biting down on his lip once more, he slows his strokes down, pausing his hips and you moan— feeling him suddenly bring a hand towards your back, touching near your spine as he filled you up— his mouth felt dry, and he groaned, his hefty base just jackhammering time after time against your cunt.

“s-satoru.” you mewled, and your eyebrows furrow once he suddenly pulls out— you immediately pout, and he grabs ahold of his length— slapping his leaky tip against your puff folds, over and over and over— a small grunt leaves his mouth as he fixates his eyes on your pussy— 

so filthy, pretty dumb folds just oozing with his cum spilling out, your back was still arched as you faced forward, making a cute attempt to wriggle your hips so he could continue. 

“mhmmm jus’ like that, girl,” he grunts, bringing a thumb towards your pulsating bud between your folds— you whine once he starts to plug and stick his cum back inside since it was so messy, he's already got you dripping down your thighs with his seed. “m-milked me so good, but there’s still more i wanna fill you with, baby.”

and gojo does— he shows how much he misses you by fucking you stupid, stuffing your pretty needy pussy with every ounce of him— and whenever gojo came, he came a lot, thick stringy ropes— he couldn’t help it, each load he gave you he’d let off the sweetest sultry moans, he’d do this thing everytime— cocking his head back, the slightest form of his adam’s apple showing, muscles contracting, it was sexy. 

yet by this point— after being filled to the brim every single time, you were riding gojo now— he laid back against the bed— you whine, starting to  rock your hips against him, and gojo’s got a entirely flustered— seeing you ride him, merely struggling to take him at first— 

he was so deep, you bit down on your lip, clenching onto his thigh before whimpering, your panties were lazily pulled to the side, and he’s staring at you with that annoying gaze, a near sneer pressing against his lips. 

“you’re so hot when you struggle,” he grins— a raspy guffaw leaving his lips, and he brings two rough hands towards your ass— lightly squeezing it with his palms before spanking your and you moan, returning his stare with a vexed glare. “still gotta do everything for you, princess. that’s okay. you always were my dumb pretty girl.”

“stop talking.” you whined — and he’s stretching you out, you were just sopping wet all because of him— strings of his cum started to race down the sides of your inner thighs, you swayed your hips against him and he was just so deep.

it’s carnal, the way it makes a dirty itch commence in your brain. you were so tender—just gojo touching you was enough to make you spasm, it was embarrassing. 

he chuckles— yet he pauses once you lightly shove him back against the fat stuffed pillows, taking somewhat control of your movements— and a single gasp gets caught in his throat. “s-shit, baby. i just f—fuckin’ came. fuck fuckkk—”

gojo watches as you move against his lap, his throbbing cock coated with a few veins just pumping in and out— his base thwacking against his skin, his head leans back— 

long pretty white lashes flutter as he stares up at the ceiling, taking a moment to swallow. “g—god, you’re a little s-slut for fucking me like this a-angel. making me f-feel good.”

“and you’re still talking,” you moaned with a bit of hidden sass, and that earned a smile from him, even while he’s chasing his incoming high, his white strands were messy from the constant jittery movements— he was just no match for your hips, it never failed to get him weak in the knees.  “just s-shut up, satoru.”

“make me.” he whines back. 

you glare, leaning in to kiss him— and he expects it, returning it before grabbing onto your ass, making sure he’s pumping inch after inch inside of your pussy— your thighs painted exquisitely with his seed, sashaying your hips against him— he groans in your mouth, before it turns into sweet melodic moans. gojo couldn’t keep his hands to himself— not when it came to you. 

“fuck . . fuck me, baby.” he moaned— pulling away to stare at you, his voice trembled a bit, licking his lips before leaning in to nibble on your bottom lip. “i need y-you, make me cum.”

his voice was filled with so much desperation— a quaver in his tone as you reached down to rub against your clit, continuing to rock against him back and forth, back and forth— your head raced miles a second and gojo’s so loud— his moans rang around the paper thin walls of the apartment. 

“fuckkk this pussy is just nasty,” he groans, and his head goes back— his hand barely gripping onto your ass anymore, his jaw clenched, such bass in his words before he feels his shaft poke against a certain sweetened spot of yours, and you whimper loudly. “keep it in. fuckin’ keep it for me—”

he moans, and the head of his cock kisses against your folds— realizing how far gojo was inside your pussy made you throb and clench around him— he shivered a bit, giving you yet another load, he lost count by this point— as if it was some sort of competition— let alone contest, although it was safe to say, you were stuffed full, to the absolute brim. 

you pant, he’s still throbbing inside of you before you lean in to kiss him— gojo slings a hand around your waist, sliding his tongue against yours before out of nowhere his body jerks. 

you furrowed your eyebrows, watching him start to jolt— before he slumped onto the bed on his back.

“satoru . . ?” you stammered, wondering what happened— your heart beats rapidly and he wasn’t moving, you leaned in— not knowing what to do, staring right into his face, raising your voice and your voice cracks. “s-satoru?”

there’s no reply.

you’re growing more and more panicky as each second passed — his eyes were closed, and you’re just confused, was he . . dead . . ? you brought a hand up to his face— lightly smacking him, and again there’s no reaction. 

so out of nowhere— you feel a tear roll down your cheek. “satoru? this isn’t funny. wake up, i never got to tell you that—” and you pause, a single tear landing on his pale cheek, your voice growing tiny, turning into an almost sweet defeated murmur.

“—that i love you.”

yet seconds later, his eyes flutter and he grins. “awww really?”

you were embarrassed— your mouth slightly opens, completely unamused, and you smack his chest, sitting up. 

“. . that’s not funny, asshole. i-i thought you were dead.” you stammered, feeling yourself get hot from all over your body— your heart still pulsed, and you started to actually wonder deep down, if you did in fact still have feelings for him. 

“well, baby i’m not dead.” gojo snickers— and you only glare at him, sliding your clothes on before walking out the bedroom. he rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin— noticing you left your panties, coated with morning but his cum. “. . i love you too, heh.”

gojo sits up, with a smile on his face— glancing at the clock near his dresser, it reads close to midnight, and he stands up to stretch. he had to show the tape to someone— and that someone had to be you, someone he loves. loved.  

little did you know, how stupid you were. 

perhaps everything was planned after all along, now if only you didn’t watch that stupid tape with gojo— because in approximately seven days,

you were going to die. 

[trap-h0us3]

AMAZING

Shhh, Baby, Daddy's on The Phone

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Rockstar AU, Domestic AU, Smut, Fluff

Summary: Your husband, Eren Jaeger, comes home from his band’s tour to the sight of you moaning his name on your bed with a vibrator buried deep inside you. Burned by the desire to ravish you right then, Eren decides to have his way with you, not caring if he’s in the middle of a phone interview with a music journalist.

Warnings: rough and unprotected penetrative sex, having sex while on the phone, reader masturbating while Eren watches, blindfold, daddy kink, cunnilingus, blow job, hand job, having sex while being recorded, squirting, spit kink, overstimulation, cum play, creampie, choking, degradation, spanking (with hands and belt), slapping, dirty talk, heavy swearing

Word Count: 9K

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A day. If you had waited for just one more day, you wouldn’t have gotten caught masturbating on the same bed you shared with the man you had loved—and loved you—for seventeen years. But you were lonely, weren’t you? You were impatient. You hadn’t seen your husband, Eren Jaeger—the frontman of the notorious rock band called Empire—for almost a month. You hadn’t touched him, made love to him, tasted the sweet taste of his lips and the exotic rosewood of his perfume on his sun-kissed skin and it became unbearable with each second passing by.

Phone calls weren’t enough. Watching his lips form the line, “I miss you,” and “I love you” through FaceTime wasn’t as satisfying as having them whispered directly into your ear with his smirk grazing against your shell. His words didn’t light your body on fire, not in the way they did on that night before his departure when you spent endless hours gasping his name and hearing him call yours between a string of expletives and filthy words. You missed him. You wanted him. Which was why the second your parents took your two children into their home to have a sleepover party with their cousins, leaving you all alone in the lovely suburban house you had shared with your husband and kids for three years, you decided to… look for some relief.

You didn’t plan on it, of course. Your plan was to finish all your chores to make sure the house was spotless by the time your husband arrived home the next day. But you managed to finish everything before sundown, leaving you wandering along the house, not knowing what else to do. Once you had cleaned yourself in the shower, you were dressed in your silky nightgown, climbing to the middle of the bed with your favorite novel in one hand. 

You only managed to read a chapter when your thoughts flew back to your husband. You checked on your phone. The last text you had gotten from him was this morning, telling you not to forget to eat your breakfast as you tend to skip it. Eren was always attentive like that, sometimes acting more like a wife than you were. The rest of your texts hadn’t been read. Maybe he’s busy? You wondered. He had been dealing with endless interviews, photoshoots, and live performances to promote Empire’s new album after all. It often took him a few hours before he could get back to your calls and messages. He was only in a different town, not overseas, but it felt like he was a thousand miles away from you.

Sighing, you closed your book, unable to concentrate on your reading any longer. You searched for your phone, your thumb sliding across the screen, going through your gallery. There was a video—a sex video—that you once took with Eren during your friends-with-benefits days. That one Sunday morning when the two of you engaged in debauchery while he was still drunk and half-asleep. With your cheeks warming up at the memory, you tapped your finger on the screen and the video played.

“Bounce back,” Eren said, his husky voice sounding a bit deeper, heavy with sleep but also laced with urgency. “Bounce back on my fucking dick, baby, come on.”

You lost count on how many times you had seen this video when he was away. You convinced yourself that it was just a way to cope with the longing, but you couldn’t deny the way your body squirmed, aching to redo everything you did in that video. 

“Harder,” Eren commanded, followed by the sound of his palm meeting your ass cheek. “Fucking take that cock like you own it.”

The video was so pornographic, so raw, and passionate. Eren was a feral beast in bed while you were reduced to nothing more but a whimpering mess. He wasn’t being himself that day, too intoxicated to register the things he did and said to you.

“Wanna make you my bitch,” he rasped. “Wanna make you my cumslut.”

That man in the video almost didn’t feel like him. Eren—the version of Eren that you fell in love with—had always showered you with praises at any time he could. He didn’t do it just to flatter you. He did it because each compliment he gave you was a form of his honesty. He respected you, cared about you, loved you more than the earth loved the sun. That morning was the only time he ever treated you like a whore he rented for the night, and he felt so guilty for treating you that way but you loved it. It was a nice change. He felt dangerous, uncontrolled and it was so exhilarating that a mere thought of it sent your blood boiling.

You squeezed your thighs, heat pooling in your center. You were so aroused at the little grunts and groans your husband was emitting in the video, so titillated at the sight of him taking you from behind and fucking you against the headboard. He had his head thrown back, his lips parted in a breathy moan, “Fuck, so good. You’re so fucking good, baby girl.”

Your eyes, just like many nights before, drifted back to the top drawer of your dresser where you kept your rabbit vibrator hidden safely in a box. It was the one that your best friend Pieck gave you on your birthday; the same one that your husband used plenty of times before, not because he was incapable of satisfying you. Eren was beyond fantastic when it came to handling things in bed but there was something hot, he said, about watching you clench yourself around the toy before he fucked you senselessly. He did it so you’d know just how good his cock was compared to it. And it fed his ego so well when he found you squirting on his cock just after a few thrusts. “Fucked you so good, didn’t I, baby?” He would ask with a smirk, not giving you a chance to breathe until he reached his own high. 

Fuck, okay. You couldn’t hold back the temptation, not when the images of your husband pushing your legs high up in the air as he rammed his hips against yours resurfaced in your head. Taking the sex toy out of the box, you returned to the bed.

You took a glance at the clock. It was only seven pm, still so early to be doing something as sinful as this but you couldn’t help it. Your bedroom door was still open but you didn’t care. You were the only person in the house anyway, and the front door was locked. The only one who carried the spare key was your husband and his flight back home wouldn’t be until tomorrow evening. 

Taking a deep breath, you lifted your nightgown until the fabric pooled around your stomach, your thin spaghetti strap falling off your shoulder as you slid your panties off your legs. You propped a pillow behind your back for comfort, keeping your thighs open wide. You rewound the video, playing it from the beginning. You didn’t have to watch it, as you already memorized the scene from replaying it so many times. You just needed to shut your eyes and your memory would display everything behind your closed lids like a movie projector. 

Holding your vibrator in one hand, already covered with lube, you tucked the end of your dress between your teeth so you could watch yourself sliding the toy inside your entrance. The internal stimulator was able to penetrate you deeply enough to reach your G-spot, and as you switched it on, waves of pleasure coursed through your veins almost right after. Even so, it could never satisfy you the way Eren’s cock did. Your husband was the only one who could stretch you perfectly in the way you liked it.

The smaller arm of the vibrator, flexible enough to bend and move as needed, stimulated your clitoris at the same time you thrust its long shaft inside you. You clicked on the buttons, increasing the intensity, exploring many kinds of vibration modes until you found the right one. You focused on Eren’s moans, the way he was calling your name, the way he snarled out, “No one can fuck you like this but me, you got that?”

You remembered him again, remembered the way your husband held you, the way he kissed and plundered your mouth with his tongue, the way his fingers would curl tightly around your throat to make you choke out his name. You chewed on your bottom lip, pinpointing the vibrations right where you wanted them. You started pumping them fast, remembering the way he slid his cock in and out of you, matching his pace. It might not be as gratifying, but you could feel your thighs quivering in pleasure. 

“Ah,” you moaned, your muscles tensing at your impending orgasm. You were so close. “Eren…”

“Yes, baby?”

Your eyes jolted open in shock, your body freezing at the sight of your husband leaning one shoulder so casually against the doorframe, watching you with a pair of naughty eyes. He was dressed impeccably handsome in formal attire, must be because he just returned from another press conference. His tailored black suit highlighted his broad shoulders perfectly, its color a stark contrast to how bright his viridian eyes were. Eren had both hands stuck inside the pocket of his trousers, a suggestive smirk written on his lips. The matching black tie he wore was hanging loosely around his neck, his crisp white button-down shirt still tucked neatly inside his pants but he had his top buttons unfastened. He was still wearing his Oxford shoes, his expensive coal-black Tag Heuer watch reflecting the dim, golden light of your bedroom.

His hair, as always, was tied up to the back of his skull, designed by a pair of expert hands to make it look stylishly messy. Eren was breathtaking. Even before he was a celebrity, he was already gorgeous. As a college boy, he was boyish and mischievous. Right now, he looked so mature, reeked of charm and sensuality. But as he watched you with his emerald eyes coated by desire, he only seemed devilish to you. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” he crooned, his voice light and airy. “Didn’t think my wife would be so…” His gaze traversed down your body until it stopped right at your center, watching your hole clenching around your vibrator. His tongue peeked out to wet his lip before he returned your gaze to yours. “Occupied.”

You scrambled back, pulling the toy out of you in an instant before you closed your legs in shame. “Eren!” you squeaked out in horror, blood rushing to your face so fast that it left you feeling lightheaded. “Why are you—I thought you were flying back tomorrow!”

“I wanted to surprise you,” your husband chuckled, making his way to your spot while dragging his suitcase behind him. “When you said the kids were staying at your mother’s house for the night, I just couldn’t bear the thought of you being alone.” He stopped near the end of your bed. “I figured my wife would be lonely with me being gone.” He kept his hands inside his pockets as he loomed tall, his knees a few inches away from grazing against the footboard rail. He looked down on you. His gaze was intense. The previous mirth that graced his lips had vanished without a trace. “Seems like I was right.”

You found him glancing at the phone beside you. Your sex video was still playing, the sound of your moans filling the room. You panicked, utterly flustered. “I—this isn’t—”

“Open up.”

“W-what?”

“Your legs.” His voice was an octave lower. “Let me see that dripping cunt.”

You swallowed your breath. You didn’t think the first lines that fled out of your husband’s mouth after weeks of separation would be so obscene. Eren could be the gentlest man in bed if he wanted to, spooning you as he whispered sweet nothings in your ears, your body rocking together as you listened to the pit patter of the rain knocking against your windows. But he knew how much you loved it when he was being rough and dominating, craving for a little pain between waves of pleasure. This, right here, was him giving you a glimpse of what he was planning to do to you in a matter of minutes.

The mischief in his eyes was quickly replaced by impatience when you didn’t comply with his words right away. “I said, open.” He lifted his chin, his gaze condescending. The superiority in his gaze left you weak. “Or do you want to be punished?”

You shuddered. The coils inside your stomach tautened at his words. Eren remembered. He remembered when you told him you wanted to try something new in bed. Something filthier, something more thrilling, just like the way he behaved in the sex video you shared with him. You wanted him to do the opposite of what he usually did. You didn’t want him to be gentle. You didn’t want him to be respectful. There’s a time to make love and there’s a time to fuck like animals. Right now, with this amount of yearning burning inside you—a craving so intense that you couldn’t even wait for one more day to be stuffed with your husband’s cock and instead resorted to a silicone stick—Eren could tell it was the latter that you wanted.

You had spoken about this once on the night before he left the town—how you wanted him to be more merciless in bed—but it was weeks ago. You didn’t think he would remember it. But that’s where you were wrong. Eren didn’t just remember it. He wanted to do it. If this was a way to please you, he would do anything to fulfill even your filthiest dream. He had been thinking about it so much during your days of separation, that sometimes he lost track of conversation during his interview. And now that he was finally home, he was planning to give you just that.

You used to be diffident in bed, especially since you knew how experienced Eren was when it came to sex. But after spending years together, with him constantly praising every curve of your body, your confidence was built. But not tonight. After spending weeks not standing on the receiving end of that lustful stare, you were back to being the timid girl that you were like on the first day he laid his hands on you. 

Slowly, you parted your legs, giving a glimpse of your folds, soaked and glistening with your juice.

“Wider,” he demanded and you fisted the sheets beneath you. You were moving too slow for his liking. Eren reached out a hand, clasping his fingers around your ankle, and yanked you forward until you found your body sliding down the bed. You yelped in surprise, your legs were dangling over the edge when he placed both hands on your thighs, gripping them hard enough to leave bruises. He forced you to spread your legs as much as you can, exposing your twitching hole to his hungry eyes.

“Ren—”

“Look at you,” he simpered, one hand pinning your thigh to the bed while the other one slid up your leg, his fingertips ghosting over your pussy’s lips. “You’re drenched, Sweetheart.” Eren plunged two fingers inside his mouth, coated them with saliva, and brought them back down to glide between your folds. He pushed two digits inside without warning, crooking them up and making your entire body jolt in sensation. He tittered, retracting his fingers only to push them back inside his mouth, his tongue swirling to get a sliver of your taste. He kept his eyes on you as he let out a little mmm around his fingers. He slid them out, his smirk was salacious. “I’ve missed you, baby girl.”

You were on the verge of vocalizing his name when he grabbed the front of your gown, forcing you to sit on the bed before he clasped his fingers around your throat. You were being lifted to your knees, groaning into his mouth as he burned you with his kiss. His tongue pushed past your lips, moving in a maddening dance against yours that left you squirming. His grip around your neck was tight, suffocating you with his hand and his kiss at the same time.

When he released you, his face hovered above yours, letting you taste the scent of peppermint in his breath. “You should be glad that you’re smart enough to fuck yourself at the sounds of me fucking this little cunt,” he emphasized by plunging his fingers harshly between your folds. “If I had caught you watching someone else’s video, you know I wouldn’t be so forgiving.”

“I-I wouldn’t—” He tightened his grip, ending your sentence abruptly in a choke.

“Speak only when I tell you to,” he growled. “You’re my fucking bitch for the night. Behave.”

Thrill suffused your body like a shot of adrenaline. You melted in his hold, your lips parted in a strangled whimper. 

Eren kissed you once, softly, languidly, but when he dragged his lips to your ear, his voice was perilous. “Want me to fuck you, baby?”

“P-please,” you answered, begging at his mercy.

He purred, his smirk was pressing against the skin below your earlobe. “Where do you want me?”

You swallowed thickly. “I want you inside me, Daddy.”

He chuckled, pleased at the title you gave him. Removing his hand from your throat, he squeezed your jaws until you felt his nails digging into your skin. His lips were only a breath away when he whispered, “Pathetic little slut.”

He ripped your thin nightgown with both hands, shredding everything in one try. He tossed you back to the bed so carelessly that your nude body bounced once before you settled on the sheets. He removed his blazer, his gaze never left yours, only getting heavier by the second. The white shirt he was wearing was plastered to his sculpted chest. Eren was still as sturdy as he was five years ago, his muscles were drawn by the angels themselves. “Go on,” he said as he rolled each of his sleeves up to his elbow. “Put that toy back inside. You didn’t get to finish before, did you?”

You wanted him to touch you so badly that you wanted to go on your knees and beg him for it. Even without using your words, Eren could see it. “Let me know when you’re about to cum.” For once, he let his heavenly smile return. “I want you to squirt on my face.”

Your breathing ragged. “Yes, Daddy.” You reached for your vibrator again, feeling your heart beating so fast at the way your husband was watching you closely. When you were about to push it inside, he stopped you. 

“Don’t you think it’s a bit dry?” One corner of his mouth was raised higher than the other, gazing down at you so pompously. “You should do something about it, Sweetheart. Don’t want my little whore to hurt herself. That’s my job.” 

You knew he wasn’t referring to the bottle of lube on your nightstand. He wanted you to give him a show. Breathing heavily, you pushed the vibrator inside your mouth. You could taste yourself on the silicone, feeling absolutely humiliated that you had to suck a plastic cock in front of your husband with your legs spread open. Eren leaned forward, landing a palm on the sheets as he drew the sex toy away from your hand. “Here, let me help you.” He jammed it back in, choking you and fucking your mouth with the toy until you felt tears brimming in your eyes. You gagged in reflex, your fingers clutching around his wrist to stop him. “Don’t choke. Hold it in,” he chuckled, easily dismissing your feeble attempt. “You can do it, baby. You know mine is twice as big.” He repeated his actions several times. By the time he pulled it away, you were coughing. 

“Think of it as a warm-up,” he said as he pushed the vibrator inside you up to the hilt, not caring if your body was still tense to have a foreign object slide past your ring. “Before I wreck you apart with my cock later.”

He switched on the button, eyes gleaming in amusement at the way you were squirming at the sensation. “Keep your voice down.” He clamped his mouth around your nipple as he pumped it fast inside you. “I’m not gonna let you cry over a fucking toy.”

Despite his warning, you couldn’t hold back your whimper. The sensation was too much. He was pushing it too deep, too hard, too fast, sucking and biting on your sensitive bud all the while. “Ah! Ren—mmph!” He slapped a palm over your mouth, removing his mouth from your chest to hover his face above yours. 

“Too much, baby?” He asked almost melodiously. “Here, let me tone it down.”

Eren clicked on the buttons, putting the level of intensity to the maximum. You jerked forward, arching your back, your legs shaking from the vigorous vibration that ran up your skin. He took in your features, enjoying every bit of your expression as you turned into a sobbing mess. “Tell me when you’re about to cum,” he reminded you, his wrist moving back and forth. “Wanna drink all that fucking juice, baby.” He dipped his head in the crook of your neck, his fangs teasing your supple skin. “Come on, give it to me. Give it to Daddy.”

His words worked like magic and with a few more thrusts, you clutched your fingers on his shoulders, fisting his shirt. “I’m—I’m about to cum—”

Eren slid out the toy and flung it away without a care. Before you could whimper at the loss, he hooked his arms around your thighs and dove between your legs. He darted out his tongue, eating you out in the way that left you gasping and tugging on his hair. “Fuck, Daddy—” The word slipped out your mouth as your legs closed around his head. 

Eren growled, pinning your thighs back to the sheets as he lapped up and down your folds. You could feel the tip of his nose grazing against your clitoris every time and when you mewled, he finally closed his lips around it, sucking hard on the nub. That was the final push you needed to reach your ecstasy. You were squirting on his face, a sprinkle of your juice stained his cheeks before Eren took the rest inside his mouth. “Finally,” he breathed out, panting as he continuously lapped at your cunt like a starving man. “Been waiting for weeks to taste you again, baby. Mmm,” he moaned, his tongue dipping inside your entrance to clean every last drop. “So fucking sweet, I want to eat you up all night.”

You were dizzy, breathless, and spent but Eren was far from done. He unfastened his tie with one hand, letting it hang loose on his collar. “On your knees,” he commanded but you were too weak to comply right away. “What, you’re tired?”

He permitted you to speak. “Give…” You swallowed, your throat felt parched. “Give me five minutes… M-my legs are shaking—”

Eren bent himself down, grabbing you by your jaws again. “I don’t care if your legs are shaking,” he said through gritted teeth with barely an inch of space between your faces. “I’m not finished.”

He brought you up, forcing you to sit on your heels as he stood on his knees before you. “Look at me.” You tilted up your chin at his command, hooded eyes meeting his lustful ones. A proud smirk painted his face as he observed your features. “Such a pretty little bitch,” he simpered, his lean fingers stroking your cheek. “Whimpering like one too.” Eren shoved his thumb inside your mouth as his other fingers were glued against the underside of your jaw. He forces your mouth open, pressing his pad against your papillae. “I’m gonna fill you up tonight, baby girl. In every way possible.” 

You closed your lips around his thumb before you sucked on it, treating it like his cock. His eyes glazed with desire when he pulled his hand and slapped you across the face.

Fuck, it burns, you thought, as the stinging pain his palm left on your skin spread across your cheek. But this was what you wanted, wasn’t it? You had asked him—no, challenged him to do this. “I don’t think you’ll ever have the heart to slap me,” you remembered the words you’d once said to him. “You can be rough in bed, sure, but you’re always so… vanilla. I want you to treat me like you did to me that morning, Ren. Calling me your cumslut, treating me like one. It was exciting. I think it would be a nice change if we—”

“You seem distracted.” Eren slapped you again, ending your thoughts short. It wasn’t hard enough to leave his handprint on your skin, but the pain was searing nonetheless. “Don’t you want this, baby?” His fingers returned to grasp your throat, lifting you up. “Don’t you want me to treat you like a fucking whore?”

“Y-yes,” you choked out. His grip was so tight that your nerves were screaming in agony. “Yes, Daddy.”

“And what do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Good. Now, show me.” He unwound his hair tie, letting his silky smooth chestnut hair cascade down to his shoulder. He reached behind you, using the elastic band to tie up your strands in a messy ponytail. “I want to see how grateful you are.”

You nodded. Your fingers, albeit a bit shaky, toyed with the button of his slacks, tugging down his zipper. You lowered his trousers just enough to free him out of his briefs, taking his cock with both hands and stroking it to life. You started by kissing him on his tip, letting him know the softness of your lips before your tongue came to play. 

“Eyes over here,” Eren reminded you, and you looked up from underneath your eyelashes. The sight of you acting so docile sent his blood running south. “Dart out your tongue.” You obeyed, giving him small licks on his slit as you used one hand to pump his dick. He snorted, immensely pleased at how submissive you were. “Naughty kitten. Gonna milk my cock dry after this?”

You dragged your lips to the side, tracing the veins on his shaft with your tongue. “Yes, Daddy.”

“If you waste a drop, I’m gonna punish you.”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Now open up. I’m gonna fuck your face.” When you weren’t moving fast enough, Eren pulled your head back by your ponytail. Your mouth slightly opened in a gasp and he used the chance to slap his cock against your lips. “Wider.” You complied. Eren didn’t waste a second. He drove his length entirely inside your cavern in one try, hitting the back of your throat. Your lids closed in reflex, your mewls muffled by his skin. “Keep your fucking eyes on me.” Your red, glistening eyes shot open to meet him as you struggled to breathe. His disparaging smile made him look wicked. “You look the best when you have my dick in your mouth, Sweetheart. Come on, take me deeper.” 

He closed whatever space that was left, keeping your nose pressed against his pelvis, and blocking your airways for about three seconds before he released you. You coughed, gasping for air, choking on your own spit. A little longer than that and you would’ve gagged.

“You remember our safe word, baby?” He held you by the chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as he spoke. You nodded, tasting the saltiness of the tears that glid down to your lips. “Good. I want you to keep that in mind. I won’t slow down. You want me to be rough on you and I’m here to give it to you. I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk. You have my words on that, but…” he paused, swatting the bangs out of your eyes. He broke the tension for a moment. His touch was gentle, reminding you that it was still your husband underneath this vicious persona. That this was just a performance—a role that you asked him to play. There was a genuine worry in his voice when he said, “If it gets too much, say the word and I’ll stop immediately.”

“I’m okay,” you promised him with a smile. Eren was terrifying before, but that was part of the game, part of the excitement. You kissed the hand that caressed your face, your lips brushing against his palm. “I’m all right, Ren. You can do whatever you want with me. I’m enjoying this,” you purred, leaning into his touch like how a small kitten would. “Truly.” 

He hesitated for only a couple of seconds before his smirk returned. And that was it. He wouldn’t ask for it again. You wanted him to drive you to your limit? So be it.

His palm smacked against your cheek, throwing your face to the side. “Then get back to work.”

Still a bit dazed, you tried your best to please him with your tongue, hollowing your cheeks around him and pulling away with an obscene pop. Eren was about to thrust inside your mouth when suddenly his phone rang. The ringtone echoed from the inside chest pocket of his blazer, growing persistently with every second passing by. He reached over to his side with a sigh, snatching his phone. The name Levi Ackerman was written on his screen. 

Your husband clicked his tongue in vexation. He knew for certain that his strict, foul-mouthed manager would constantly call him until he picked it up. Your curiosity almost turned into words but you stopped yourself at the last second, not wanting to upset him by talking without permission. You stroked his length with your hand, hoping he’d notice the question in your eyes. Who is it?

Your nervous look granted him an idea. Wanting to tease you a little bit further, he pushed your head down to take his cock back inside your mouth. He slid his thumb across the screen, answering the call. “Hey, Levi,” he addressed, pressing his phone against his ear. 

You pulled away with a gasp, perplexed at the way your husband so casually greeted his manager—who was also a friend of yours—over the phone. “Ere—” The second you parted your lips, he used the opportunity to ram his cock back inside.

“Shhh, baby, I’m on the phone,” he said, his lopsided grin almost as lewd as the way he rocked his hips. He was enjoying it, loving the way you could do nothing but loosen your jaw and let him fuck your mouth until he was satisfied. He returned to his phone, putting it on speaker so you could listen to the conversation. “What’s up?”

“Am I interrupting something?” Levi’s voice rang from the other line, sounding as formal and cold as ever. 

“No, it’s okay. I was talking to Jace.” Eren pushed your hair back, gripping tightly onto your bangs as he picked up his pace, reaching a little deeper with every thrust. “We’re just…” He let out a breath. He could feel how fucking warm and wet your mouth was. A little bit of mirth stood evidently in his voice when he continued, “Playing a little game.” Your husband reached back to seize your ponytail, tugging tightly on your strands. “Watch your teeth,” he uttered sotto voce, his stare degrading.

“I swear to fucking God, Jaeger, if you’re fucking your wife right now, I’m gonna chop off your tiny fucking dick.”

“I swear, I’m not.” Well, not exactly in the way you’re thinking anyway, he sneered inwardly. “Also, leave my dick alone. I’ve got a wife to please. I don’t wanna make her cry, you know.” He hit the back of your throat, continuously shoving your head down, and maintained that position until you felt suffocated. “Though she does look pretty when she cries.” He knew how harsh he was being, judging by the tears that coated your eyes but he didn’t plan on stopping. He moved his phone away, whispering, “Take it,” as he kept one hand behind your skull, his hips rutting against your mouth. “Take my fucking dick. Ah, fuck, yeah, just like that—you fucking whore—”

“Jaeger!”

Drowning deep in pleasure, he could faintly hear Levi calling his name. He returned to his phone. “Sorry,” he answered breathlessly. “What were you saying?” 

“What the fuck are you doing? If you get distracted one more time, I’m gonna—”

“Jesus Christ, enough with the threat already. What’s up?”

The older man sighed, too weary to put on a fight. “I’m calling to let you know that we have someone from Kerrang Magazine looking for you.” Judging from his tone, impatient but not yet aggravated, he was oblivious to what was happening.

Eren released you, thick strings of saliva dribbled down your chin as you gasped frantically for air. He slapped his palm over your mouth before you could cough, reminding you to be silent. “Yeah? Another interview?” He angled your face upward, wanting the light to shine on you so he could witness every detail. You had tears streaming down your face, your lips bruised and glistening with your spit. Eren bent his head down, and for a second, his angelic smile fooled you. Thinking that he was aiming for a kiss, your body jerked when he spat onto your mouth. He giggled, couldn’t help but find this situation amusing. “Okay. When?”

“Now. She wants to interview you over the phone.”

“Now?” His grin grows wider when he sees you shaking your head, your eyes widening in protest. “Yeah, I’ve got some time to kill. I don’t have anything planned.” He framed your jaws, biting his lip at the thought of painting your face with his cum. “Yet.”

“All right. I’ll give her your number then.”

“Tell her to contact me right away.” He observed the way you ran your tongue all over his fingers, coating his digits with your saliva from his tips to his knuckles. “I’m a bit tired. I don’t want to fall asleep while waiting for her call.” Eren inserted his fingers into his mouth, watching you with a pair of mischievous eyes as he rolled his tongue around them, savoring the taste of your saliva mixed with his earlier pre-cum.

“Fine. You better watch your words, Jaeger. Stick to the script I gave you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Ending the call, Eren flung his phone to the bed. “Bend over.” You were being tossed like a rag doll before you could react, your breath knocked out of your lungs as you fell onto the sheets. 

“Eren—”

“Shut the fuck up and let me fuck that cunt,” he snarled, spinning you around until you were on all fours. Yanking his tie away from his collar, he wrapped it around your head, the black silk blinding your vision. Eren leaned forward, the material of his shirt grazing your backside as he snickered right beside your ear. “Our sex tape is a little bit outdated, don’t you think? Why don’t we make another one? Maybe this time we can upload it online. Let everyone see how good you are at taking my cock.” 

A whimper barely broke free when he shoved your head against the pillow, robbing your ability to speak. He gathered your phone, switched on your camera, and positioned it on the little space on your headboard. The video started recording, filming you from the front. On the screen, Eren could see himself taking off his belt. Both of your bodies were exposed. Your husband was still dressed perfectly in everything but his blazer, while you only had his tie to conceal your eyes. 

Smirking in satisfaction, he folded his belt and slapped your ass cheek with it. You flinched, whimpering in both thrill and pain. “You know what I’m so pissed about right now?” He spanked you again, not letting you answer him with words. “It’s the fact that you’re such a fucking whore, you couldn’t even wait for a day for me to come home. What, that fucking hole of yours is so loose now that you had to stuff yourself with a dildo to keep you satisfied? What would happen if I left for a month, huh?” Another slap, this time harder than before that a bruise bloomed instantly on your skin. “What are you going to do when your little toy can no longer please you? You’re gonna look for another dick, baby? Gonna fuck a guy and beg him to fill up your cunt, is that what you’re planning to do?” When the leather met your skin again, your arms quivered under your weight. “Answer me.”

“No!” You cried out. “No, I will never—I will never do that—o-only you, Ren!”

“That’s right, baby.” He chuckled, rewarding you with one last slap before he cast his belt to the side. “You belong to me.” 

His cock, still wet and lubricated with your saliva, was held firmly in one hand. He settled it against the crease of your ass, gliding it back and forth. “I haven’t fucked you here in a while.” He probed his tip against your rim. “But it would take time for me to loosen you up and I don’t think I’m up for that. Guess I’m just gonna have to fuck your ass later after I’m done with your cunt.”

You gulped at the thought, your fear and excitement were wrapped into one dizzying emotion, but once his phone rang again, it turned to nothing but panic. 

 “Oh no, they’re calling me so soon,” Eren sniggered. “What should I do?” His question was rhetorical, answering the call without a trace of shame or remorse in his voice. “Hello?” He spoke, pressing his phone against his ear while he maintained his other hand on your hip. “Yes, that’s me. Oh, yeah, from Kerrang Magazine, right? Hi, Hannah, it's a pleasure to meet you.”

Your heart plummeted to your stomach when you felt your husband nudging the head of his cock against your entrance. “Ere—mmph!” You were being shoved down again, your face buried deep inside your pillow.

“No, you’re not calling at a bad time.” Eren’s voice was exceptionally friendly and enthusiastic, putting on his best behavior. “I was just chatting with my wife. You know, enjoying her—” Eren, without warning, pushed himself inside, nipping on his lip to refrain himself from giggling, “—company.”

You could only whine, biting at the end of your pillow. Even after having that vibrator inside you, you could still feel how he was stretching you out so nicely. Losing your vision somehow heightened your senses, making you feel ten times more sensitive than you already were. Being recorded in this position was already a thrilling thought, but conversing with a stranger during your sexual intercourse? It felt like you were tiptoeing your way on the edge of a cliff.

“Yes, we’re planning to go on a tour during summer,” he let out a breath, almost groaning at the way your warmth was enveloping him at once. He had missed it. God, he’d missed how warm you were. How wet and needy your pussy felt around him. “So far, we’ve got fifty-one cities confirmed.” Your husband kept one hand pressed against a spot between your shoulder blades, pinning your upper body flat against the sheets while he kept your ass raised high in the air. 

“Oh, you do?” He chuckled, feigning bashfulness. “I think you’re just being too kind, Hannah, but thank you.” His voice reeked with innocence but the rest of him was anything but. He yanked you back up by your hair, holding you only by your ponytail as he fucked you senseless. A sudden forceful thrust almost sent you knocking your head against the board and you whined. 

“Hmm, it’s hard for me to say,” he continued, smacking his palm against your ass to remind you to stay mute. “Sometimes the music itself will lead me in and draw out a kind of weird emotion from me,” he answered yet another question, seemingly unbothered with the way he had his cock sliding in and out of your hole. There was a slight change in his expression when he felt your walls squeezing around him, your thighs quivering as he rubbed a spot inside you just right, but his voice remained steady. “Some of it does end up being autobiographical.” He brought you to your knees, his chest completing the dip of your spine as he grind his hips. His fingers were back inside your mouth to silence the noises, but whenever a whimper sounded a little bit too loud, you could feel him smirking against your ear. He loved it. Deep down, he wanted to get caught. “Yeah, exactly. It’s in those situations where I tend to actually go a bit more autobiographical with the lyrics.” Wanting to switch positions, Eren pulled himself out and rolled you over to your back. “Singing about love or relationships and things like that.”

He spread open your legs, settling himself between your thighs and sliding back in so easily even without using his hand. You had your fingers clawing against the sheets, your mouth covered by the back of your palm as you tried to keep quiet. Your face was decorated prettily with his tie. To Eren, you were the prettiest little slut he’d ever seen in his life. “You mean, my wife?” He chortled lightly into the phone, desirous eyes watching the trail of saliva that rubbed off to your cheek. “Yes, she’s been my inspiration since I was young.” 

You couldn’t see what was happening before you, but you could feel it when his lips ghosted over yours. He landed one hand on the sheets, right next to your head. You vaguely could hear a female voice resonating from his phone from the proximity you were in but you couldn’t make out the words. As she spoke, elaborating further on her question, Eren kissed you, softly but deeply, his hips coming to a halt for a moment. He occasionally muttered a small, “Mm-hmm,” between kisses, not giving a fuck over her words. 

“No, you’re not wrong,” he said, his thumb and index finger trapping your chin and pulling it down until you had your lips parted. “You could say on some levels some of the fans will know elements of my persona or subconscious better than I do.” As the interviewer elaborated further on his answer, Eren pushed away his phone, whispering, “Stick that tongue out. I wanna see that fucking tongue, open up.” Eren let his saliva pool inside his mouth before he darted his tongue and let it dribble down onto yours. “Swallow.” His eyes glazed with lust as he watched you take it in. He stuck his thumb inside your mouth, tugging down your lower jaw to make sure you had swallowed it all. “Good girl.” He smirked in satisfaction, his face dangling close above yours. “Now, say it with me.” He gestured to you to imitate his words. “Good girl,” he said at the same time you pronounced the words, giggling before he returned to his phone. 

“That’s correct, Hannah. But in terms of my personal life, there's not many that know who I really am,” he stated, taking off your blindfold and grinning at you when your gaze met. His eyes were as dark as the night, wild as a starving wolf. “How would I describe myself as a person?” His little laugh gave such a gentle, amiable vibe but the way he was strangling you with his fingers was the exact opposite. Your husband tucked his phone between his ear and his shoulder. “I don’t know.” He had one hand choking you while he slapped your breast with his other one. He started moving again, his hips swaying obscenely. “A devil, maybe?”

He was. He truly was a devil in disguise. Fear started to crawl on your skin when you felt your lungs starting to burn. The sensation of him fucking you fast and rough with pain scorching your senses drove you to the brink. Right before your pleasure could rip through you, Eren stopped everything at once. He was edging you, torturing you, sending enough amount of frustration that made you glare at him.

“Hannah, sorry, can you give me a sec?” He dragged his phone away for a moment, making sure the interviewer wouldn’t pick up his conversation. 

“Eren—”

He slapped you across the face, hard and fast. “You better show me some respect,” he uttered disdainfully. “Look at me with those eyes again and I wouldn’t be so kind.”

You gulped, your body left frozen under his smothering gaze. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

Taking your breast in one hand, he squeezed it tightly until you flinched. “You can only cum when I allow you to. You understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He caressed your cheek, soothing the reddened skin even when his eyes still gleamed dangerously. “Good.” Returning to his phone, he dropped the superiority in his voice, reusing his affable tone once more. “Sorry about that. What were you asking me again?”

But he wasn’t making it any easier for you, was it? In fact, Eren was trying his best to make you cum, rubbing your clit on purpose with his thumb as he thrust his dick inside. You couldn’t stop a wanton cry from breaking free, clasping a palm over your mouth a second too late. 

Eren was pleased. “What? You heard something weird?” He spoke to the phone, acting nonchalant. “Oh, my daughter is watching TV, maybe that’s why.” He pitched his voice louder, pretending. “Irene, baby, keep it down, okay?” He rammed himself deep. “Daddy’s on the phone right now. I can’t concentrate if you—” he added three more thrusts, pushing you up further against the headboard that you had to reach back and place your arm on the surface to stop your head from knocking against it, “—keep making noises,” he finished with a haughty smirk.

The interview went on for a whole twenty minutes and you were being edged continuously without mercy. You were so close to lashing out when Eren gave a polite chuckle. “No, thank you for interviewing me today. It was really nice talking to you, Hannah. Yeah, take care. Bye.” Eren ended the call, throwing his phone over his shoulder. His pretty crooked teeth peeked behind a devilish grin as he giggled at your expression. “Now, where were we?” He removed his white shirt, giving you a nice view of his abs but he didn't let you marvel at his beauty for too long. 

He lifted both of your legs high in the air, pushing them forward until you had your body folded in half. He wasn’t planning to waste any second longer. Both of you had been playing a dangerous, torturous game for half an hour and it drove him feral.

Eren was so deep, deeper than before, deeper than ever, rubbing against your insides in a way that left you wailing. “That’s right, scream for me, baby. Scream for Daddy,” he simpered, sounding breathless and hoarse. “You’re still taking your pills?”

Yes, but you couldn’t remember whether you’ve taken one today. You were too hazy to think about it, or about anything else, really. “I—I don’t know—ah, Ren—”

“You know what?” He moved to your ear. “I don’t care. I’m still gonna stuff your tight little pussy with my cum whether you like it or not. You want to be my cumslut, don’t you? Let me grant your wish.”

Your legs were dangling over his shoulders, your bottom half raised in the air as he plunged himself repeatedly. “Fuck—” He gasped out when your walls quaked around him. “You’re sucking me in. You want to cum, baby?”

You threw your head back, slamming your skull against the pillow as you cried out, “Yes! Yes, I’m so close—”

“Start begging then.”

“Please,” you sobbed out, “Please, let me cum—”

“Again.”

“Daddy, please! I can’t—” Your mouth was opened wide in a silent scream. Lightning bolts of ecstasy shot through your body, going straight to your core. Your orgasm hit you so intensely that you squirted on his cock, feeling nothing but shame when he laughed degradingly at you. 

“You came without my permission.” He pulled away to see how much you’d coated his skin with your slick. “Filthy whore.” He slapped his hand against your cunt, the stinging pain causing your body to jolt in response. “You want to be punished?”

“No, Daddy–” He smacked it again, his fingers hitting your swollen clit. “Ah–Daddy, I’m sorry!”

He heard your words well, but even then, he still gave you another slap. “What was that, baby?”

“I’m…” You tried to withstand the throbbing pain that vibrated from between your legs. Your voice was reduced to a whimper. “I’m sorry…”

Under different circumstances, the sight of your eyes glazed by your tears would paint his heart with concern, but for some reason tonight, Eren just wanted to see more. “If you’re sorry,” he brought two of his fingers inside you, pumping them fast in a come-hither motion that made you yelp and squeeze your thighs together. “Spread those fucking legs. I wanna feel you cream all over my fucking dick again.”

You were being overstimulated, your body convulsing in response but your husband left you with no choice. You did as you were told, hooking your arms around your thighs and pulling them up as much as you could until every part of you was exposed.

Eren snorted haughtily, stroking his cock at the sight of your twitching hole. “Now, what do you say, Sweetheart?”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

He smirked. “That’s right.” 

Something shifted within you as you fell into the dark heat of his eyes, and once he plunged himself back inside you, you were once again consumed by the smothering passion he gave you. You landed a hand on his chest, trying to push him away to give you a moment to catch your breath. “W-wait—”

He removed your hand, grabbing you by your wrist and pinning it down against the sheets. “Shut up,” he growled, quickening his pace. “Take my fucking cock and scream my name. Or do you want me to use my hands again?”

“N-no, Daddy, I—oh my God–” This was pure animal fucking. Not a hint of romance, not a hint of love. And not a hint of your husband underneath the man that shared the same face with him. 

Eren could feel that he was so close to being blinded by the explosion of pure bliss. “I’m gonna cum, baby, you ready?”

He let your legs slide off his shoulders as he focused his everything on reaching his high. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you brought him closer until your chests were plastered to one another. Eren smashed his lips against yours, his kiss as forceful and messy as his thrust. “Fuck, so fucking tight—“

“Cum for me,” you plead in his ear, drawing his earlobe between his teeth. “Cum for me, Ren.”

“Ah, baby—” A strangled moan filled the air as he came, his hips stuttering before he slowed down, riding his orgasm. His arms were shaking with exertion, his nose pressing against the side of your throat. You could feel his cock throb with each shot of his cum, filling you up so much that his white seeds trickled out of you, staining the sheets underneath. He was still moving, lazily fucking back every little bit of semen that seeped out and you let him. 

When his body stopped trembling, Eren kept himself inside you the way he was, only reaching out one hand to snatch your phone from the headboard. It was still recording until he tapped his thumb on the screen. A new video was saved to the gallery. Tossing the phone to the bed, Eren returned to you, releasing the most blissful sigh as he laid his body flat on top of you.

“Did it really record everything?”

“Yeah, let’s watch it later. Put it on a big screen, grab some popcorn. It’ll be fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not going to pull out?” You asked him, your fingers idly playing with his strands.

“No,” he slurred out the word, feeling drowsy and enervated. “Let’s stay like this for a while. I love it when I have my dick inside you. You feel so warm.” 

“You’re gross.”

“You’re beautiful.” He elevated his face just enough to kiss your cheek. Joy bubbled up inside him at the sound of your pretty giggles but it only lasted for a few seconds before he turned pensive. “Baby… What if I got you pregnant again?” He mumbled, sounding more like himself than how he had sounded all night. There wasn’t a hint of amusement in his voice. He was concerned, maybe even guilty, for taking out your options. “We haven’t really talked about having another kid.”

The sudden change in his attitude was so baffling, that it robbed a burst of laughter out of your mouth. “You’re so cute.” You circled your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until his lips were a breath away. “It’s okay.” You kissed him once, unwinding the taut muscles on his shoulders. “We’ll let God decide for us. Whatever it turns out to be, I’m ready.”

He smiled, so delicately and beautifully, as he stroked your head, pushing your hair behind your ear. He lost himself in your gaze, planting a soft kiss on your temple before he asked you in a whisper, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you too much?”

“Just a little bit,” you giggled. “I can’t believe you really slapped me. Like seven times.”

“Oh my God.” He turned pale. “I’m so sorry, baby. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you like that but you said you wanted me to do it and I—” You interrupted him with a kiss, letting him feel the glee in your smile. When you broke away, he was pouting at you. “You’re laughing at me.”

“I am,” you replied with a grin. “Were you really just pretending for my sake? I think you enjoyed it a little bit too much, treating me like a whore.”

A flush crept up his cheek. “W-well, I, uhh…” He cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t say it wasn’t enjoyable.”

“Can’t believe you ripped open my nightgown.”

Eren turned a shade redder. “F-for dramatic effects.”

Though amused, you gave him a look, judging him with narrowed eyes. “You could’ve just slapped me once and stopped there, you know.”

“I know, I’m so sorry,” he whined apologetically, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he drowned in shame. “It’s just… You looked so cute after I slapped you. I think I I got too… excited.”

“I’ve always known you were a bit of a sadist.”

He pulled away, slightly panicking as he peered into your eyes. “Will you forgive me?”

You melted into a smile, stroking his face. “Of course, Rennie.”

He leaned into your touch. “Will you still love me regardless?”

“Well,” you faked a weary sigh. “I’m married to you so…”

“Babyyy,” he nuzzled his nose against your neck, acting similarly to a dog, begging for your forgiveness. “Please still love me.”

“Fine, I’ll try my best.” Eren brushed his lips against yours again, laughing into your mouth. You stopped him before he could deepen the kiss, placing one finger on his lips. “On one condition, though.”

“Anything for my beautiful wife,” he replied, kissing your fingertip. 

“Let me make you my bitch and slap you next time too.”

He was baffled at first, then he stared flatly at you. “Couldn’t you have phrased it more romantically?”

“Let me make you my bitch and slap you next time, baby boy.”

“Literally didn’t change anything but okay.” Bestowing another kiss, Eren pulled himself out of you, kicked the rest of his clothing away, and rolled to his back. He was ready to cuddle close as he waited for his strength to return so he could take a shower. But to his surprise, you shifted and mounted yourself on his hips, your hands landing on the tight muscles of his abdomen.

“B-baby?”

You slapped him hard across the cheek, tossing his face to the side. Eren had his lips parted in shock when he returned his gaze to yours. “Bro, that felt so personal!”

You chortled. “Did I hurt your feelings, Princess?”

“Well, no, but—” You slapped him again and he whined. “Babyyyy, you make me feel like a whore!”

“You are a whore.” You yanked him up harshly by his necklace, forcing him to sit on the bed as you straddled his lap. “You’re my whore for the night. Gonna be a good boy for me, Rennie?”

He gulped. “Give me a five minutes break? I'm a bit tired—”

"I don't care if you're tired. I'm not finished." You curled your fingers around his throat, your grin was even more wicked than anything he had showcased earlier. "I'm gonna take care of you now, baby."

"Have mercy on me, please."

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AN: DON'T LOOK AT ME OKAY Y'ALL REQUESTED THIS!!! I hope you enjoyed it despite all the slapping LMAO thanks so much for reading! Also huge thanks to Sandra for beta-reading this for me, you're the real MVP, babe!

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He’s Got Me, I Can’t Break It

chapter one | masterlist | chapter three

Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader | Megumi Fushiguro x f!Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst with horror/thriller elements Notes: Toji is a total weirdo in this series but I relate to the reader bc she is like 🥰 but that's daddy I love him 🥰 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, age gap, alcohol consumption, fingering, pussy job, unprotected sex, manipulation, gaslighting, orgasm denial, blowjob, implied cunnilingus, smoking. Words: 4.9k

Synopsis: You meet a handsome older man while partying in Paris with your best friend. Going home with a man you've just met isn't usually your style, but looking at him is more than enough to dispel any doubts. But maybe you should have listened to your intuition.

The man in your bed didn’t stop you as you tugged the blanket away from him and wrapped it around your body. It didn’t bother him that you retreated to the balcony attached to your room to finish your cigarette in solitude.

You had laughed, sure, but there was nothing funny about this. The whole incident had scared you sober. In fact, it was humiliating. It was mortifying to think you had gone against your better judgement and brought a stranger home to fuck from the club. And it was even worse as you felt your lover’s sperm trickle down your inner thighs as you sat comfortably outside, allowing the chilled Parisian air to consume you.

You feel tears well in your lash lines and your eyes become damp and glossy the more you think about it. It feels like a betrayal that you let him talk you into bed. Or speak you into bed more like, since you hadn’t understood a word of French the entire time. The foreign language and the seductive tonality practically spread your legs for you. You tuck a hair behind your ear and wipe the singular droplet that spills from your eye speedily, refusing to allow yourself to be a damsel in a hopeless situation. You take a drag of your cigarette and begin to feel anger over upset.

He spoke English the entire fucking time.

“Do you want me to go?” he wonders.

You almost jump into space as the shock of his presence rattles through you. The way he knocked casually on the glass window and stood confidently waiting to force your attention to him. He snickered when he saw terror take over your body in multiple forms once he had startled you. It wasn’t his intention, but it was amusing, nonetheless.

“It’s up to you,” you begin, “you paid to stay the night.” you finish, taking a drag of your cigarette and looking out to the twinkling night sky above you.

A smile adorns his handsome features as he huffs a sigh of amusement. He hadn’t bothered to cover or clothe himself, clearly confident in his appearance and nude status. He sits on the seat opposite to you, unfazed by the cold furniture as it bites at his skin. The man slams the pack of cigarettes on the table between you as well as the lighter. He feels better knowing they’re there, it won’t be long until he finishes the one he has already and he’s sure he’ll be desperate for another.

“Are you pissed at me?” he queried. Your eyebrows scrunched as you scoffed at the pathetically woeful sentence.

“Oh, do you want a fucking well done sticker?” you questioned rhetorically. Before he could answer, he allowed you to stub out your cigarette and use your trembling fingers to light another. They’re usually helpful for when you’re stressed; but while he’s nearby you doubt you’ll ever know the feeling of calm again. “Do you know how violated I feel? I feel sick, too, because I bet this isn’t the first time you’ve pulled this shit.”

“No, don’t be like that.” he commands. You look at him with disdain, unable to comprehend how he can possibly think he’s in any position to be giving orders right now. “I don’t give a shit if you believe me princess, but I don’t do one-night stands. ‘m more of the settling down type.” he tells you, following your lead and lighting a new cigarette for himself.

“I don’t care. Don’t want your life fucking story you bastard.” you berate as you puff out a plume of smoke, tapping the ash over the balcony.

He doesn’t speak anymore, the two of you instead sit in silence indulging in your cigarettes. The sound of traffic and thousands of blurred conversations traverse into the atmosphere and into your hearing. It’s hard to lose yourself when there’s so much going on. You’d like to focus on one thing, one simple thing to forget that he’s still here with you. But you can’t. Everything sounds like nothing. But your eyes flit around hoping a sight will distract you rather than a sound. It was beyond your control when your vision landed on him. He’s right there, legs spread wide like he owns the fucking world. If you were sitting bare like he is you’re sure he’d take great pleasure in telling you what a slut you are.

Even soft his cock was a sight to behold. It was so very lewd, too, since neither of you had cleansed your body of the deceitful union you’d shared moments ago. The light from inside your hotel room reflected on his sticky, sinful member and you couldn’t help the way your cunt fluttered as you recalled the way he bullied his cock inside of your walls.

Your eyes shot up to his as he snapped his fingers at you.

“My eyes are up here darlin’. I know it’s pretty but it’s rude t’stare.” he teases.

You snarl and stand to your feet, you’ve had enough, taking yourself indoors to finish your cigarette off alone. And then you’ll sleep soundly, you hope, knowing that when you wake up he’ll likely be gone. This entire ordeal will begin to feel like nothing but a distant memory. A disapproving growl erupts from the depths of your lungs when you see him stub his cigarette out against the glass window and throw the butt over the balcony railing, hurrying indoors to follow you.

“I feel like we got off on the wrong foot.” he tells you, casually, leaning against the door as you burrow underneath the bedsheets. The words go in one ear and out of the other as you find the sentence too idiotic to even process. It’s the understatement of the century, you think. Unable to understand how one man can be so so foolish.

“Just be quiet, I want to sleep.”

“Tell me to go and I will.”

“Fine, go. Go away, please. I’m tired and I’ve had enough and I’m sick of looking at you.”

He stands stoically for a moment as he rationalises what you’ve just told him in his still drunken mind. Instead of heading towards the exit and retrieving his clothes, he gets closer to you. Closer… and closer… and closer.

And then he’s forcing your body into the centre of the bed while he hovers above, caging you beneath him. You try to push him away, but you both know it’s futile. He’s probably the biggest man you’ve ever seen in real life – in more ways than one. Pretty green eyes vibrate as he stares fixedly into yours. They dart to your throat as he can’t help but admire the spit glob slowly slithering down your windpipe. You’re unsure of him, terrified of him. It’s hard to figure out whether he wants you to be scared of him or not.

“I don’t want to go.” he admits. The way your chest rises and falls beneath him doesn’t go unnoticed. He runs the back of his knuckles over your forehead, your cheek and then down to your clavicle. And you wince at that, eyes scrunching tightly as you hope he won’t force himself upon you. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Then get off me.” you phrase the demand as a suggestion, hoping he’ll obey.

“I just want you to listen to me sweetheart, understand me.” he speaks so softly it’s almost a whisper. It was pissing you off, honestly, that everything he said seemed like it had a greater purpose when you knew it was far from the truth. “Tell me that wasn’t the best sex of your life.”

“Excuse me?”

“It was, wasn’t it? The way we fucked, it was the best you’ve ever had.” he speaks assumedly, acting as if he knows exactly what thoughts are swirling around your overwhelmed brain. Your mouth falls open and closes a few times, unable to find a suitable response.

“I—”

“It was the best fuck of my life,” he confesses. You feel like he’s talking so fast your head is spinning. “And you know why it was so good, right? Because it was exciting. The anonymity. It was a rush, you get that. Don’t you?”

“No!” you lie, you understand completely. Because the first thought you had after you finished fucking and laid comfortably in bed by each other’s side was sheer amazement that despite a language barrier you managed to get him into bed. Regardless of the fact you couldn’t understand each other you have never felt so perfectly taken care of and filled.

“I don’t believe you; you know exactly what I’m talking about.” he responds, hissing as he rolls away from you. Freeing your body out from under him and granting you permission to do whatever you want. “Lie to yourself all you want but you’re playing yourself out of a good thing.” he finishes, heading over to his clothes to pick up the discarded material at the entrance. Is he finally readying himself to leave?

“W-Wait.” you mumble. He turns to you, unable to believe that you’re not hastily rushing him out of your room. “You… paid to be here. I suppose you can stay the night.”

You don’t need to tell him twice. His clothes are thrown down onto the ground once again as he ambles towards you. He doesn’t need to rush to your side. Not now, not now that he knows he’s got you. The duvet is pulled up, the sudden gust of wind forces goosebumps to ripple throughout your body. The chill soon subsides when the black-haired stranger gets in beside you, he pulls your body against his once more. You manage to reach over to turn out the light on your beside table, plunging the room into darkness.

The chilling situation you’ve found yourself in doesn’t seem to register in your messed up mind. Although you feel sober you’re still under the influence. Under his influence, too. It’s not even given a second thought as you begin to drift off in his arms after everything he’s done. You should feel foolish, angry, terrified. And yet, you’re allowing yourself to shift into unconsciousness.

That is, until you feel him practically growl in your ear. You’re too hazy minded to be appalled, but the sensation of his naked hips rolling against the fat of your ass isn’t lost on you. The arm that had been wrapped around your torso travels upwards to your breasts, forcing your body even closer to his and giving you no chance of wriggling away.

He manoeuvres his cock so that it can be sandwiched between your folds. You’re too tired to object, but little huffs escape your exhausted lips and he knows what you’re trying to say.

“Just let me,” he moans, “you’ll feel good too.”

He doesn’t insert himself inside of you, he just fucks himself between your slick and sperm covered lips. It can’t be denied that his cock head nudging against your clit doesn’t feel heavenly. And you know as soon as you cum you’ll slide into a comfortable sleep. So, you let him. His free hand slithers to your front, added stimulation to your throbbing clit. He basks in the sounds of your breathy pants as he brings you closer to your peak. He’s moaning, loudly, just as he had a little while ago while he was brought closer and closer to his own pleasure. You spasm on him, the alert that you’ve orgasmed is enough to topple him over the edge of his own. He kisses into the crook of your neck as his cum spurts out of him in heavy, thick bursts.

You feel warm, and disgusting.

And so very tired.

You wake up a measly four hours later. Your head is pounding and you can barely bring yourself to move. The room is spinning and you already know it’s going to be a long, difficult day. You found yourself waking up whilst lying on your back, the man next to you is sleeping on his stomach with one arm over you. His hand settled comfortably on the fat of your breast.

A boisterous, singular snore pulls from the man’s throat before he wakes to the sight of you smiling at him. He smiles before raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Were you watching me sleep?” he asks.

“I just woke up too, I swear.” you grin, knowing he was teasing by the soft yet gruff tone he spoke with. You gasp as he pinches and pulls the nipple on the breast his hand had been resting on. He rolls onto his back, rubbing the terrible nights sleep out of his eyes.

“Suppose I should get out of your hair soon, huh?” he questions.

You sigh, knowing he’s right. You’ve had your fun sure, but it’s a one-time thing. Hooking up with strangers in Paris everyday definitely isn’t the plan, and you’re sure Nobara would have something to say about it if it was. You knew you’d miss how incredible the man’s cock made you feel, but you valued your friendship with Nobara more. He leans over to pull another cigarette from his carton and realises it’s surprisingly light.

There’s only two left.

“Want one?”

You debate it, ultimately shaking your head. He’s surprised to see how eager you are to jump out of bed as you grab something from your side table as well as taking the box from him. When he asks what you’re doing, it takes a while for you to respond, but eventually you alert him that you’ve tucked his final cigarette into his jeans for him.

He thinks you look a vision, right now. His beautiful eyes comb over your body as he admires every inch of you. A necessary cough clears his airways as he tries to mask the way his cock jumped at the sight of your thighs. More specifically, the way he could see his kids on your inner thighs with each step you took back towards him.

You couldn’t deny that you were still ravenous. It doesn’t feel like you can possibly have enough of him. One more time, just once more and you’re sure you’ll be able to kick this newly found addiction to the curb.

He settles his cigarette between his lips as you get comfortable on the bed, lowering yourself to be eye level with his semi-hard cock. You feel it spring to life more as you begin sinking your mouth onto him. Your throat becomes his plaything as a heady grunt leaves him, cigarette smoke pouring from his nostrils like a cartoon bull.

Don’t look at him, his eyes warn you. Your ruined eye makeup and glistening eyes looking at him like that is enough to make him erupt. So you mustn’t look at him. But he doesn’t want you to stop. How could he when you look like this? He doesn’t know what he wants. He doesn’t know what he needs. Just you, that’s all he knows. All he wants, needs and desires is you. God, how dare you be like this for him. How fucking dare you be such a good little cock whore for him after what he did. His hips roll gently into your mouth, each thrust closes off access to your airways. You feel him twitch in your mouth, he’s close. His balls are tightening, and his eyes are scrunched so tight. He wants to cum. He needs to cum. But not like this.

“Sit on it, fucking sit on it now.” He orders, yanking you up by your hair and helping you position yourself above his shaft. “Put your pussy on me – fuck – just like that, that’s a good fucking girl f’me.”

He praises you as you sink onto his length. What a pretty girl you are, biting your lip like that for him. Because of him. His thumbs rub soft circles into your thighs. They’re shaking. You’re tired, still, so very very tired. Is it because of him? Has he put you through too much in such a short space of time? Or is it all of the dancing you did last night? Maybe the alcohol didn’t help either. Honestly, it’s all three. He considers it all, and he considers you. Should he stop this? You initiated it, he rationalises, so why would he put a stop to this? You must want him real bad. Just like he wants you.

You start off slow, rising and falling as best you can in your weary state. He appreciates it, but he wants better. He expects better. But not today. He’ll do the work for now, just for you. To remember him by. He gets comfortable, angling his body beneath you so he can fuck up into you properly. He pistons his hips, reaching depths within you that you never knew existed. Your eyes are practically white from the angle he has. And are you really drooling for him? How cute, you are! Even your tongue lolls out as he carries on battering your insides.

“P-Please, fuck, fuck! I’m, ‘m gonna, ‘m so close! Gonna—!”

“Cum, fucking cum on my cock. Gonna stuff your cunt full again, squeeze me baby. Fucking cum.”

He keeps slamming up into you and your heart is beating so heavily you worry it’s going to thud right out of your chest. Your lover is almost hypnotised by the way your breasts bounce while he drills himself into you repeatedly, every inch of you is sheer perfection to him. The telling way you grit your teeth tells him you’re almost there. A couple more thrusts and he’s sure you’ll be crying out for him to fill you to the brim. And he will. He fucking will. He’s gonna… he’s gonna… he’s gonna.

“Are you awake yet, bitch?” Nobara speaks, knocking on the door that connects your rooms together. Your building pleasure has been broken – for both of you. You try to climb off the man beneath you and hide yourself under the covers; but he doesn’t let you. His fingers grip firmly into your hips and you’re sure there will be bruises signing his name on your body once he lets go. He raises a finger to his lips, telling you to shush as he carries on fucking you.

“Y-Yes.” you stutter, doing your best to remain composed. He smirks devilishly beneath you, the excitement you had previously felt begins to rise back up through your body. His tongue sticks out evilly before bringing it back as he hisses through his pleasure.

“Get in here, now. I want to talk to you about last night.”

“Give me a-a minute, I’ll be right—”

“Now!”

He objects, not wanting to let you go. Don’t fucking tease him, he’ll lose his mind if you don’t let him cum right now. But you can’t keep her waiting. You can already hear how furious she sounds. Clambering off of him seems a gargantuan task when his grip can’t seem to bear to let you go.

“Hurry up or I’m coming in.” Nobara threatens.

“I’m naked—!”

“Seen it all before, get in here now.”

What more can you do?

You wriggle free from him, much to his dismay, and walk towards Nobara's room. He sighs and it almost scares you to hear the level of fury rising in his purposeful grunts.

The man you left high and dry hid against the wall as you prepared to open the door, as per your instruction. He grabbed your wrist before you could go and see your friend. A hand laced through your hair, bringing your face to his so your lips could settle against each other’s comfortably. He pulled away, a skinny spit string connecting you to him momentarily.

“What’s your name?” he wonders.

“What’s yours?” you flip back to him.

“Toji, tell me yours.” he demands. You’re both distracted by the sound of Nobara getting increasingly more annoyed in the room next door. You take the opportunity to land your lips against his once more and grab the door handle.

“I have to go, enjoy your cigarette.” you tell him. And with that, you leave him only to be greeted by less than impressed company.

He huffs, utterly defeated and irritated that he missed out on one final orgasm with you. Toji contemplates beating himself off to get rid of his erection, but decides against it. It’s just a little sad, isn’t it? And weird, too. Jacking off in your room while you aren’t here. Although pretending to be French to get you into bed wasn’t any less weird than masturbating in your personal space. It’s clear he has an unusual moral compass.

He decides on a quick shower, washing the whole experience off his body before leaving. Once dressed, he pulls his carton of cigarettes from his pocket. He realises what you were doing over here for so long when he asked about it earlier. Once he opened the top of his cigarettes, he sees girly handwriting on the inside.

It’s your name. And more importantly – your phone number.

“I’m actually being pretty calm right now.” Nobara tells you. Your eyes bulge at that considering she almost tore your head off with her teeth.

“Coulda fooled me.”

“Don’t be a fucking bitch because I’m seriously pissed. You fucked me over so bad last night.” she bites back at your murmured comment.

You listen to her intently as she rakes through her luggage for a dressing gown for you to wear as she tears into you. About how stupid she felt and how uncomfortable you made her feel. How embarrassing it was for her to wait by herself in the club while you got dry fucked on the dance floor. How violating it was to have you both burst into her room while you had your tongues down each other’s throats. And how inconsiderate you were to not only her, but the entire floor of the hotel as you wailed whilst you got fucked stupid by Toji.

You broke down. You didn’t want her sympathy but you made sure to tell her you couldn’t be more apologetic if you tried. You were sorry, and you were just as embarrassed. You’ve made such a stupid fool of yourself and you’re so ashamed. Your life, your mind, it’s all in tatters. Thoughts and feelings are not things you can bring yourself to understand at the moment. And you debate whether you should tell Nobara about last night, about Toji. About what he did. She brought a roll of toilet paper from her bathroom to act as tissue paper and invited you to sit with her under the pearlescent morning sky on the balcony.

“He was lying,” you began whilst wiping your tears with the toilet paper. She raised an eyebrow, urging you to continue. “He was lying about being French. He started speaking English after we had sex.” you admitted. She audibly gasped, unable to believe what she was hearing. She got up, preparing to go and give him a piece of her mind. But you informed her that he’s already gone.

“Bastard. I’ll kill him if I see him again. How fucked up can you be?”

“It was the best sex of my life, Nobara.” you confess.

“Huh?”

“I… Yeah. It was the best I’ve ever had, and he explained it to me… It was the rush of not understanding each other. It made it exciting.” you reiterated the points that Toji had made to you hours earlier in an attempt to explain your embarrassment away. But she wasn’t buying it, her mouth hung open in disapproval, awaiting her turn to speak.

“Do you hear yourself?”

“No I know, but it was really good sex.”

“There’s more to life than sex.”

“No, I don’t think there is for me,” you breathe. It’s like you’re finally accepting you are destined for nothing. You’re just floating. Coasting, even. And maybe now, that’s okay. “I think I… I like him.”

“I’m not doing this,” she tells you as she rises from her seat again. She heads back inside, unable to tolerate this conversation for a second longer. “Just so we’re clear, you understand that he’s manipulated the fuck out of you. Yeah? D’ya get that?”

“You’re making it sound worse than it is—”

“No, I’m not. It’s just that bad.” she carries on. “And if you like him so much. And you get married, and have some kids. Ignore the fact he’s twice your age, if your kids ask how you met you’re going to have to tell them that he gaslit you into bed. How fucking romantic.” she finishes, slamming the balcony door shut behind her and gathering her things. You see through the glass that she gets herself ready and leaves the hotel room.

Leaving you alone to dwell on her words.

You end up going back to your own room eventually, showering and cleansing yourself of your dalliance with Toji. It’s not like you don’t get where Nobara was coming from, you just wish that she gave you more of a chance to speak. What Toji did was fucked, you aren’t entirely stupid. You just can’t ignore that the way he fucked you was otherworldly. But if it comes to him or your best friend, you’re going to choose her every single time. So once you’re clean, you make a vow to yourself to get ready and find her so that you can apologise and hopefully make up. It would be a shame to spend the remainder of your vacation on bad terms with one another.

Just as you pressed the down arrow on the elevator, the doors opened and Nobara was alone inside. She tried to barge passed you, but you grabbed the flesh of her upper arm and begged her to listen to you. She yanked her arm away from you, and carried on walking to her room.

“I’m really not in the mood to talk to you right now.” she told you, and you could understand. But couldn’t she at least hear what you had to say?

“Okay, fine, Nobara. You think I’m an idiot, who doesn’t?” you tell her. She stops her movements from that. Are you really going to keep using your insecurities as an excuse for your shitty behaviour? “I know I’m wrong, and you’re more important to me than anything. So, how about we go for a meal later and try and forget the whole thing? I’d hate to lose you over this, you come first.” you grovel. She swivels to face you and sizes you up. She can see you’re being genuine, but she’s still unsure. She can’t resist, however, when you don your signature smile at her. She nods, accepting your invite.

Another hurdle down.

There’s no hand holding this time as you walk through the lobby together. It’s awkward, actually, being with her after your argument. You’ve told her about a restaurant that you and your father always go to while you’re here. It’s the best food you’ve ever had, you assure her.

She isn’t disappointed, and you suspect it’s the reason for her sudden change in mood. It’s like nothing ever happened. You’re back to laughing and joking. Calling each other names, endearingly, not as actual insults. She does apologise to you too, telling you that maybe she was a little harsh. She just wants what is best for you, that’s all. You feel the same about her, and you promise you understand. If it’ll save your friendship, you have no use for Toji.

But if that’s true… why are you swiping your phone off the dinner table so quickly when a text comes through?

Why are your cheeks filling with blood as you read what the message says?

You don’t care about your friendship, clearly.

Otherwise you wouldn’t have invited Toji to come to your hotel room again later tonight.

You kiss Nobara goodnight when you return to your hotel. She enters her room, full bellied and ready for a good nights rest. You’d feel the same if you hadn’t skimped on eating. You’re deplorable, really, because the minute he texted you there was no doubt in your mind that you were going to invite him over to see you again. You didn’t want to be bloated while he finished what he started with you earlier.

He heeds your warning, making sure to be quiet when he knocks on your door. You let him in, eagerly, not giving him the chance to say hello before you jump him. He slams the door behind himself; you chastise him for immediately forgetting that you told him to be quiet. He grins, biting your lower lip between his teeth and kissing you to shut that pretty little mouth of yours up.

You assume she didn’t hear, maybe she has those ridiculous headphones of hers on.

Toji settles you down onto the bed below, slowly undressing you as he kisses whatever skin on your body becomes exposed as he pulls your clothing off. You can’t help but mewl, you’ve missed him. You’ve missed those pretty, scarred lips that send your mind spiralling.

He gets on his knees, pulling your body to the edge of the bed and hooking your legs over his shoulders. He looks up at you with a dangerous glimmer in his jade green eyes, licking a stripe over your panty clad mound.

“Couldn’t keep me away, could ya?”

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PUSSY LEMONADE, SUKUNA.

╰ words; 2k

╰ warnings; power dynamic, pussydrunk!sukuna, spitting, choking, slapping, dacryphilia, oral (m & f receiving), size kink, filming, creampie, food play, only fans, fair bondage, use of the word “daddy” maybe twice, thick reader.

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   "Look what we have here."

   A smile is plastered across your face when you hear his deep voice, knowing he was near and watching you from the entrance of your bedroom door. He smooths his hand over his torso as he watches you, your ring lights set up as you play with your camera while sitting on your knees in the middle of the bed. You’re wearing your gray Calvin Klein underwear, an oversized white tee covering your chest but still showing so much more of your body for his attention. Stretch marks on your hips and ass, the small fat on your stomach. Pretty little thing.

“Ready, baby?” Your eyes are blown with exhilaration, Sukuna urging towards you, your floral scented perfume whisking over his nose as you playfully hop on the bed closer to him, a gentle smile on your face but he knows your mind is filled with sinful things.

“Don’t speak without permission,” Sukuna runs the pad of his thumb over your lower lip, giving them pretty doe eyes as you lick your lips before wrapping them around his finger, the warmth of your mouth making his dick throb even worse. You know what to do by now. Once everything is set up, and he walks into this room with a stern image, you have to do your part of succumbing.

“I love you, little fuckin' brat," Sukuna stretches his black polished nails over your neck, compressing your throat with a sinister grin. He levels his face to yours, slowly tugging his black sweatpants along with his briefs down to let his cock spring free, your lips making a ‘’mmch’ sound after he kisses you sloppily.

“Mmm,” You mewl contently, his tongue entering your mouth, soft like leather. You could taste the mint, his lips pouty and suckable. You could never resist pulling them into your mouth. “Love you too, daddy.”

He grabs the camera that sits by your leg, the others already blinking red to signal that they’re filming, adjusting the frame before angling it directly at your face, running his free hand over the back of your head before nudging you forward. “Get your tongue wet, stick it out.”

The dampness between your legs drenches your panties, moaning from his request before building up your saliva enough to cover his cock, hard, thick, and long in your face, a scary sight the first time you saw it. Now, it’s all you ached for. It didn’t take much for your spit to gather, already drooling over how good he looked, pink and black undercut messy atop his head. Torso solid and built. Dick so pretty you loved having it buried in your throat. Pink tongue glides out your mouth, salivating over his cock, the bridge of your nose pressing on his lower stomach where few hairs reside, taking him deep in your throat while keeping your eyes on him. His stomach twitches, groaning and rocking his hips, loving that squelching sound every time his tip hits the back of your throat, your tongue flat underneath the underside.

“Spit on it, kiss it nice and slow for me, baby," your thighs clamp shut from his whispers, grinding your ass in the air, tears resting on your lash line when you take him fully again, soft lips lingering on his flush tip, blinking and sucking there only. Sukuna grins deviously, fangs beaming, locking your hair around his big fist. “Yeah, that's it. What a good little slut.”

Removing your mouth, you smile at him, spit dribbling down your chin, reaching to play with his balls before the sound of his tongue clicking makes you pout.

“No hands,” he growls, nearly on his toes as you gag around his cock, whimpering like a little slut. His little slut.

For a second you forgot, so used to touching him, but the both of you agreed on hands off and bondage for this weeks content. The more money and praise that flew in, the bigger Sukuna’s dick got, hypothetically speaking. He liked knowing that he could show you off to the world, get a couple guys hard enough to jerk off and a few women gushing in their panties all while never having you. And you get paid for it. That’s how well you do. That’s how powerful you are. He’s only here for your satisfaction. Anything you earned was strictly for you. His prize was you. He couldn’t deny that he did have fun filming with you. Pretty minx.

Your lashes flutter as you bounced your head, tightening your lips around him, his head thrown back as he steadily holds the camera, rolling his hips to hit faster into your mouth, his eyes spasming. Your hands grip onto the covers beneath you, shutting your eyes momentarily until you feel his heavy hand slap your cheek, eyes springing back open to catch his attention. He has the camera down now, pulling his cock from your mouth and arching to your level, breathing heavily into his mouth as he kisses you for a few seconds, pinching your cheeks, telling you to ‘open your mouth’ before spitting on your tongue, leaning back up and shoving his dick back in, still holding your face as he fucks your mouth. It doesn’t really take him long to cum, cupping your chin and grinding his cock in your mouth, holding your face to his stomach for a few seconds before pulling out and jerking his cum on your tongue while you swallow like you’re told.

Sukuna steps back a little, orgasm making him slightly weak, his dick slapping up to his stomach. You looked up at his chest, spotting the cum daring to drip down and to be cleaned up. You pull him closer as he glared at you with festivity. You smirk and stick your tongue out your mouth, skidding it along his abs to lick and clean up his chest, swallowing with a seductive moan. Once he was clean, you came up to mash your lips with his in a simple peck.

“Good girl, you always do so well,” he breathes, your body trembling, pussy aching to be touched so badly, jumping at the small touch of his fingers grazing your hips as he lifts your shirt over your head, dropping his to suck at your chest, pushing you down on the bed and climbing on top of you all in one, both hands mounding your tits in his rough palms, Sukuna locking eyes with you as he sloppily sucks on your nipples, pulling at them with his lips.

His tongue moves down your chest to your stomach, mouthing at your inner thighs as you keen and arch your back, Sukuna noticing how much you damped your panties, the gray fabric having an immense wet patch. His mouth waters from your scent, pulling the cloth off your thick thighs. He’s silent as he turns your body around so you’re on your knees fully exposed to him, reaching your arm underneath yourself to play with your drenched clit, staring back at him to see him on his feet now adjusting the camera. You see him open the mini fridge in the corner of the room and retrieve a can of whipped cream.

The bed dents when he climbs back on, his weight and size compared to your own always turning you on, at most it makes you feel safe. “Dripping down your fuckin’ thighs, princess,” his hand claps on either side of your ass and you moan, cuddling a pillow close to your face. “Want daddy to give it a kiss, baby?”

“Mmm, please ‘kuna. Can’t wait anymore,” that cute tone you give him makes him submit every time. Sukuna massages your plump ass, so obsessed with the rolls on your lower back, the cellulite on the side of your thighs makes his cock jump, hard all over again.

He pops open the can, shaking it well before drawing a heart on one of your cheeks with a proud hum, kissing it up slowly while moaning and holding your hips you couldn’t stop moving still. He sprays a line up your spine, thick, fat tongue gliding to collect it until he reaches your neck where he marks his place with hickeys, dick hitting your pussy as he ground against you teasingly. You whine and move back against him, needing him inside despite the time limit for the video. 45 minutes to be exact. Both of you were too horny for it to last that long.

“ ‘Kuna,” you whimper his name, eyes rolling and head thrown back as he mouths at your neck, knowing it’s the place that got you the fucking wettest. Behind your ear, your neck, your collarbone.

“You want it harder?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer, he just does. Gripping your hair and licking at your neck, moaning as you push back on him harder, your slick dousing the sweats still on his hips. Eventually, he stops teasing, saying something about how cute you were or good your smelt in between drawing more hearts on either side of your ass—you barely heard him with how fuzzy your head was right now. When Sukuna ate pussy, he put his soul into it. Passionate open-mouthed kisses, swallows your slickness, shaking his head or bobbing it up and down as you fuck his face. The moment his lips finally latched onto your soppy clit, you already felt your orgasm coming. The vibrations in his throat travels through your body as he buries his face deep, your hands clutching your pillow with crossed eyes as you gently rock back on his face with your mouth fallen open.

“Yesyesyesyes,” you cry out, gasping as he stretches you wide with two fingers, scissoring you open, pussy gushing over his thick fingers, gulping down every drop, like lemonade. Tangy, addictive, leaves that taste on your tongue—a sweet delicacy. He’d eat your pussy till he drowned in it. What killed you is at times you’d feel his canines graze your lips when you know he was smiling and it drove you insane. “Fuck me, ‘kuna. Please fuck me. Please. Please.”

Fuck, you killed him. He pulls his face away, grabbing your discarded shirt and tying your wrists behind your back, lifting his right leg to sit flat on the bed and holding your forearms with his wet hands, not bothering to clean them before sinking his cock into you, fucking you hard. Shoulders are dropped to the bed, and you’re screaming into the sheets as he hit that perfect fucking spot, balls slapping on your sticky clit and tears building in your eyes. You cry harder as he kept a slow rhythm but still roughly fucked you, circling his hips continuously which always makes you reach behind to claw at his abs, toes curling and gasping for air.

“Shit, shit baby,” you choke, Sukuna’s face twisting from how hard you clenched around him, your noises sending him over, still pounding deep while rotating his hips in a circular motion, trying to scurry away from the overwhelming pleasure but he held you down to take it.

“Cum with me fuckin’ right now,” he sits on both knees now, squeezing the skin on your hips and yanking you back on his cock, the ball in his throat jumping as he knocked his head back and sputtered out multiple ‘fucks’ with his eyes shut. You throw your ass back to match his thrusts, Sukuna hissing out ‘yes baby, take this dick.’

“M’cumming baby,” the coil in your stomach bursts as you cum for him, dragging his name as your arms thrash in their constraint on your back, sobbing ridiculously. Sukuna fills you with all he’s got, holding himself still and pulling out slightly before sliding back in.

“Let me see,” his thumb squeezes the flesh of your ass to pull apart, finding the camera once more to let them see the mess he made of you, slowly sliding out until only the tip remained, cum oozing out of you as he coed and cussed under his breath, spanking your ass while you stretch your arms and smile lazily. “Good girl. Pretty pussy’s gonna make us a lotta money.”

visual. visual. visual.

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MISS ME?, SUKUNA.

a drabble for deja’s selfship prompt. @dejwrites

☁︎ warnings; dilf!sukuna (obviously), fluff + smut, daddy kink, choking, jealousy, body worship, dry humping if you squint, consensual coercion, cum play, toxic relationship, sneaky sex, minors dni!

☁︎ mocha’s note; I’m late posting this bc I’ve been working like hell but here it is! it felt so weird writing my own name (nickname) but I like it.

Dilf!Sukuna who clenches his jaw whenever he notices the new love interest in his exes life, nearly causing a fight one day she throws a cookout for her family and the man she’s currently ‘dating’ is playing football with their daughter, seeing the stranger pick her up and spin her around when she scores a touchdown. It boils his blood to see their daughter smile at someone who isn’t her father.

Dilf!Sukuna who awaits at the doorstep of his home, or ours as he likes to call it, still delusional about their separation, claiming it’s a break when it wasn’t—hands tucked into his dark gray sweatpants pockets with a smile on his usually stern face as he watches their tiny daughter run to him with giggles and Bratz dolls in her hands. Sukuna crouches low to grab her with a purposely exaggerated grunt, commenting on how big she’s getting with a laugh.

Mocha slams the door to her car, retrieving her daughters duffel bag filled with things she needed for the weekend at daddy’s. Sukuna holds their child at his hip. She smiles at her as she constantly pokes at his cheek to grab his lost attention. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Looking her up down with that all too familiar glint in his eyes. She raises her brow, glaring down at herself dressed in a black maxi skirt that touched her ankles and a red lace top, feet in black sandals.

“What?”

“Going somewhere?” He questions with authority.

“My house and back. I can’t look nice?”

“You look good,” she ignores the way he licks his pink lips, their daughter tapping his shoulder for the millionth time, the four-year-old always wanting to be the star of the show.

“Daddy, can we watch Bratz Fashion Pixies with mommy?!” The little girl screeches excitedly.

“Mommy has to go, baby,” Mocha drains the light from her face, the child frowning. Sukuna eyes her.

“Why?” They say periodically. She stares him down with annoyance. Now she’s gonna question me. Before she can even speak, she’s at it again.

“But we haven’t watched it in months,” she whines. “We watch it every day with all three of us.”

Sukuna sighs, rubbing her back. “It’s okay, honey. Me and you can just—”

“I’ll stay,” she cuts him off immediately, not fond of seeing her daughter cry. His puppy dog act was irritating. He grins mischievously.

Their daughter cheers and the woman leans forward to pinch her chubby cheeks, speed walking to her car to pull into the driveway before entering the familiar home, feeling somewhat vacant. The vibe is off, but a little nostalgic. She hasn’t stepped foot into this place in months, unable to, the idea bringing back too many unwanted memories. Their divorce wasn’t pretty; finding Sukuna messing with another woman when she searched through his phone one day to find the messages, his excuses replaying in her head, all bullshit.

She was just one night. One night over six years? They were high-school sweethearts, and he tore that apart for a one time fling. Didn’t make sense, never will. It’s awkward when Mocha stands in the kitchen she used to cook her happy family meals every day to see him make their daughter lunch for her movie, combing at her curly hair with her fingers as she went on about how she ate dyed eggs for green eggs and ham day at school. The movie was the same as usual, both of them sitting adjacent of her as she eats her lunch and enjoys the film, falling asleep on Sukuna’s shoulder thirty minutes in.

School must’ve taken it out of her. Sukuna stretches his arms, breathing out a ‘finally’ which makes his wife laugh, standing along with him as he carried her and she shuts off the tv, checking a text from the man she’s currently fooling around with, nothing serious. Just experimenting the dating life again.

You home today? I wanna see you.

She sighs, dropping her shoulders tiredly. She wasn’t in the mood to see him. He was a funny guy, enjoyable to be around and made her daughter laugh—but he’s obscenely clingy. She liked her space, and he didn’t know the meaning of it. On top of that, the sex was mediocre. Nothing compared to how Sukuna fucked me. She dissociated with the world momentarily, chewing on her lip as flashbacks hit, zoning out the sound of Sukuna’s heavy steps approaching.

“She’s tucked in.”

Her eyes lock onto the veins bulging out of his arms, the white tee he wore hugging his muscles and the platinum chain swinging around his neck makes her face hot. Dammit, stop. Her stare lingers longer than she expects, Sukuna lowering his face to catch her attention with a smirk.

“Hello? You good?”

“Yeah, sorry,” she clears her throat.

“Check me out all you want baby, it’s still yours.”

“Sukuna,” she rolls her eyes, locking her phone and finding her car keys, needing to be as far away from him as possible before she did something she regretted.

“What? I’m joking,” he furrows his brows when she began strutting towards the front door, mumbling about how their daughter’s ballet recitals on Sunday and not to forget to monitor her junk food intake. His hand clasps around her wrist to stop her.

“Stay. I wanna talk to you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Are you dating him?” He’s straightforward, watching the muscle in his jaw clench.

“That’s none of your business.”

“I have a right to know who’s around my daughter. Yes or no? Or are you just fuckin’ him?”

“Why?” She yanks her arm away, getting in his face, barely with her height. “Does it hurt your feelings? Well, guess karmas a bitch.”

Sukuna chuckles darkly, raising his arm to tug at his bi-colored hair with frustration. “Man, you’re still on that shit.”

She raises her brow with fury. He’s shitting me. “On that—are you fucking serious? You tellin’ me I don’t have a reason to say fuck you for cheating on me?”

“All she did was suck my dick, you’re acting like I was in her shit,” he rolls his eyes, shrugging his shoulder without zero care in the world. “I’ve apologized a million times. It was one stupid night where we were at each other’s throats and she just so happened to be around—so.”

“You know what.” Mocha scoffs, not having time for this stupid shit. Men always have bullshit excuses when trying to justify cheating. She didn’t care if he kissed the bitch, cheating is cheating. She managed to bypass him, walking around the couch until he’s back in her face fast once again.

She clenched her keys in her fists, ready to claw at his face with them. “What do you want?”

It’s silent for a moment, the hard stare he has on her makes her feel small, folding her arms over her midsection, waiting for his response.

“I need some pussy,” he whispers gravelly, slowly licking his lips and grabbing at her waist. She swallows, trying to ignore the sudden throbbing at her clit. Chill out.

“Text your other bitch. I’m sure she’ll give it to you.”

“Only your sweet fuckin’ pussy,” Now his hands are smoothing to her backside, smacking his heavy, veiny palm on her ass to draw her closer, squeezing the flesh between his long fingers. Mocha gasps, eyes wide as she feels the outline of his cock against her stomach. His fingers are dangerously close to her pussy. “Daddy misses it so much.”

She inhales, shifting to try her best and break from his barricade, shoving him away which barely makes him stumble. “I’m leaving.”

Thinking this is her final attempt at actually leaving, that relief gets knocked down the instant his hand grabs the back of her neck and brings her back to him, his mouth pressed to the side of her neck where he breathed and kissed wetly. Mocha freezes, the ache below never subsiding in his hold. Sukuna’s lifting her skirt before another word falls from her pretty little mouth, shoving his hand into her matching red lace, smirking from the ocean flowing on his thick fingers.

“You need some dick, don’t you?” He whispers hotly behind her earlobe, rushing his tongue there at the same time he circles her clit, falling back into his warm chest, dropping her keys altogether. “He not hitting it right? Doesn’t do it like me, does he?”

Shamelessly, she nods her head in agreement, giving up because she knows he’s right and this is what she needs. She knows he can give her things no other man could. It hasn’t been the same ever since. Any man she’s been with aside from him hasn’t met up to those standards. Sukuna raised her pussy to only come back to him. Trained to accommodate him. Cum from him. Fuck him. For any other man to take possession of what he crafted would be fucking fowl.

“You miss me?” Sukuna hums, walking them towards the black couch in the living room they moved too far away from her previous escape. Her knees are dented into the seat, arms thrown over the back as Sukuna groans low in his throat, pupils blown with lust as he tugs her panties to sit at the middle of her thighs. He presses his clothed cock to her, grinding slowly to make her feel it, let her know how much he misses her more. “You miss daddy, baby?”

Mocha keens, face buried into her forearms shyly, rocking back onto him, feeling herself soak his pants. Sukuna hisses and smacks her ass again, her pussy clenching from the attack. She whines. “Yes. Miss you.”

“Daddy misses you too,” he’s swift with his actions, already tugging at his cock leaking absurd amounts of precum, circling the angry red tip on her entrance before sinking in only halfway, wanting her to remember how to take him. She moans quietly, biting at her arm and taking lead by pushing back onto him, only to have Sukuna retract his hips.

Don’t be greedy, you’ll hurt yourself. It echoes in her head when he says this, smiling cutely, loving that he cared unlike other men. And he’s kind of right. He’s perfectly thick, long to the point where it surpasses his belly button. It was always hard for her to fully wrap her hand around it, towering her face whenever he stood over her, veins decorating up the underside. He draws his hips back, carefully driving into her, rolling his waist effortlessly to make her savor every ridge of his cock.

“Doesn’t it feel so fuckin’ good?” He asks with his lip tucked between his teeth, rolling his eyes back once he starts it up, hooking her by her handles and yanking her back as he fucks her, fascinated by the jelly-like bounce her ass makes as she throws it back.

His wife was always one to never hold back her sounds, whimpering and moaning to his hearts delight. Sukuna has her back arched with his other palm, Mocha reaching behind herself to clutch at his veiny forearm, the two locking eyes as she glares up at him to see him slowly loosing it. So much pent up sexual frustration from not having her for months. Not being able to touch another woman since so it pisses him off to know she could easily fuck another man without feeling the same. He’s getting mad just thinking about it, clenching his jaw right as he fucked her harder, deeper. She’s clawing at his arm and crying his name, Sukuna coming to his senses momentarily, forgetting they had a daughter who’s asleep upstairs.

He moves her hand away, intwining both his large palms over mouth and pulling her back to his chest where her head rests, Sukuna standing straight as her back dips even more, cursing as her eyes switch white and she sings into his hands shielding the sweet symphonic tones.

“You forgive me?” He breathes shakily on her forehead, ruts becoming sloppy when that familiar heat twitches in his gut. This he could excuse; cumming too fast just to brush off the burning arousal for her. He’d savor her later on when it truly mattered. He’d make love to her to prove that he still loves her, that he’s different now, that he’d never fuck up a good thing again. Right now, he just wanted to fuck her so she knows he’s not letting her leave anytime soon.

Her brown eyes are slanted softly, whines and delicate nods of her head are what takes him there, dropping his hands from her mouth, choking her lightly as he mashed his mouth onto hers, moaning with her as she trembles and orgasms. He stays inside her a little longer, fearing that warmth would dissipate if he stayed out too long. Sukuna swallows, catching his breath and darting his attention to the way his cum flows out of her after she falls forward, taking his index and middle finger to collect it and shove it back inside, Mocha laughs at him with a silent ‘fuck off’ and smacks his hand away. He grins happily, massaging her backside adoringly. This isn’t a pass that she’s going back to him. But having her in his presence as of now was a start he could be satisfied with.

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

so we started sneaking around after this 😙 relationship is still undetermined.

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who ever writes this is a comedic genius

another chat au that idk what to title

(geto, toji, gojo) x gn reader

geto:

toji:

gojo:

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BEHIND THE SCENES

pairings: porn director!nanami kento x assistant!fem reader

cw: mentions of voyeurism, oral(m. receiving) matting press, sir kink, use of petnames, cream pie

tags: @dejwrites @nanaminshousewife @gabzlovesu @angwritez @rinhoes @aasouthteranoswife @earlesskitten @brattsumu

want more: on the scene [pt. 1]

“Sir, here are the raws from the shoot today! They came out fantastic!” You gushed, handing the small chip to Nanami Kento. He stared at the small device, his gaze trailing to meet your own.

“Of course it was, whatever Toji and apparently now his girlfriend, have are the real deal. What we possess is pure gold, Y/N,” he expressed with a small smirk. You tilted your head, unsure of a comparison between the rare mineral and the pornographic film within the palm of his hand.

“Uh…care to explain?” You pressed, folding your arms behind your back innocently. Nanami nodded solemnly as he began his explanation, standing from behind the waxed oak desk.

“When people watch porn or any variation of it, they want the real stuff. No awkward silence, outrageous orgasms, just something calm. Whenever those two work together, there’s a natural connection of passion that sparks, from how they held each other to how they eyes spoke for them.”

“If you don’t honestly love the person you’re with, then you end up with generic and played-out films. Films like that’ll lose a company money,” Nanami concluded, holding up the small chip for your eyes to find.

“Films like this one day…makes a company filthy rich.”

You slowly nodded, taking lagging steps towards Nanami with a piercing question at the tip of your tongue.

“So then…what do you look for?”

Nanami mindlessly replied, “I enjoy it when–oh, you meant in the–” An endearing giggle rolled out into the air, your fingers finding comfort along the desk top.

“Don’t act so coy, Nanami. I know how you watch the scene unfold before you, the way you have to grip the screenplay with all your strength. Especially today, you nearly jumped from your seat…didn’t you?”

A sharp gasp filled his lungs, Nanami finding your accusations strangely exact. He cleared his throat, searching for the next response that would suit your curious needs.

“You have an eye for that, don’t you? Of course, I wanted to, I’ve been in this business for quite some time. All the moans I’ve heard, positions being forced onto another…I’ve seen them all but no one to try them with. I’m sure that I’d be a great pornstar in all honesty.”

“Why not…try ’em with me?” You whispered, Nanami’s ears piquing at your lowly request.

“Just like you, I’ve been at your side for a few years now. I’ve made some friends and they’ve spilled a few secrets on how to please a man. Is it so wrong to try them with someone who shares the same opinion?” You hummed, closing the distance between you and the flustered man.

“You’re becoming quite the little minx, I kinda like it,” Nanami chuckled, his lips ghosting along your own. A smug grin played on the corners of your lips, pressing a kiss onto his awaiting lips.

Nanami sank back into his seat, motioning for you to join him. With quaint steps, you found yourself standing before him, your hands smoothing down the fabric of your black skirt.

“Yes sir?” You teased, setting yourself onto your knees beneath Nanami’s intimidating gaze. He grinned at the domineering title, swiping the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Show me what you know, Sweetheart. It might just work in your favor.”

With a reassuring nod, the tips of your fingers ran along Nanami’s clothed thighs, drifting towards the cold metal clasp of his belt. Gently tugging at the black leather, you slid the belt from around his hips, turning your attention to the button of his pants.

“I’m told that some like it a little messy, but I wanna know how you like it, Nanami,” you cooed, lacing your fingers around the waistband of his tan slacks and briefs alike. Nanami raised his hips, contemplating your inquiry.

“I don’t know, let’s see what that mouth of yours manages, hm?” He concluded, cupping your jaw softly. With a contentful hum, your lidded sights fell upon Nanami’s cock, weeping with misery from the thick flustered crown.

Pressing the flat of your tongue along the underside, you painted a glossy strip against his skin, the thumping pulse vibrating through the soft touch.

Nanami winced at the sudden sensation, his brown earthy hues marveling at the scene. The pink tip of his cock melded beautifully atop your tongue, the lewd display stirring the nerves within his stomach.

He remained silent, only watching your lips sealing off the head between the plushy mounds. Inch by inch, you took him deeper into your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut. “Shit!” Nanami cursed sharply, “Feels good, Beautiful.”

You hummed delightfully along his length, his praise resonating within the pit of your tummy. As you hollowed your cheeks around his cock, your digits kept busy with drawn-out strokes.

It was mind-numbing to you, indulging in such salacious acts with your superior. Just having him trembling beneath the ministrations of your mouth clouded your thoughts more than anything.

Yet the fleeting moments of victory faded from your each, the anxious bucks of Nanami’s hips rutting against your chin. He was far from the easy-going type, needing more than simple strokes and cockwarming to suit his needs. You took in a breath, prepping yourself for what was to follow.

In one swift dive, you introduced Nanami to the tight confines of your throat, a string of mangled gags ringing from your chest. But the determination to please him led your every move, holding out for as long as your could. The quiet and stoic approach Nanami had attempted slipped from him, a grueling groan outpouring from his throat.

His hand instinctively gripped the locks of your hair, desperately in search of elements to ground him. “Oh my-fuck-! Just like that Y/N! Move your head now, alright?” He advised, wiping the tears that spilled over your cheeks.

You struggled to show some form of understanding, your head drawing back from Nanami’s pelvis. With a bobbing motion, your lips slid along his slicked shaft, thick rivulets of foaming drool pooling at the corners of your mouth.

Regardless of it being a sloppy mess, a wave of gratification washed over you, your body relishing in the act. It felt exhilarating to have the ability to deliver pleasure onto another, considering watching the priceless reactions Nanami produce unconsciously.

Nanami could ignore the signs anymore, not with his head tossing back, hitching breaths, and the soothing sobs of bliss singing from his mouth. Everything spurred you to continue, guiding the prickling nerves adorning the head of his cock to an orgasm.

“Y-Y/N, keep that up and ‘m gonna-” Nanami trilled, only for your mouth to nuzzle down along his length once again, welcoming the release to flood your throat. Just as you desired, Nanami spilled the sinful hues of white down your throat, a hissing seeth of air cutting through his teeth as he came.

Through your teary thrill, you encouraged his cum to warm your belly, a single gulp sending the fruits of your labor to rest.

Hot pants warmed the air, Nanami reeling from the overwhelming strength of his high, his patchy sights settling onto you. “Get over here,” Nanami crooked, pulling you onto his bare lap. You clung to the nape of his neck, hiding the giddy smile from his blurred view.

“How was that to your liking…sir,” you teased, allowing the remnants of a pure smile to curl onto your lips. Nanami gave way to one final huff, the words finally joining together coherently.

“That was…god, was that good. You’ll have to demonstrate for me again, alright Angel?” Nanami hummed, taking a gentle hold of your chin. He was quick to peer over his shoulder, finding the couch standing along the cocoa-painted walls to his amusement.

“Y/N, tell me…do you know what a mating press is?” Nanami questioned as he held you his arms, lifting from his leather swivel chair. You lolled your head from either side, unsure of an exact answer to reply with. “No, care to enlighten me?”

Nanami placed you down into the lengthy felt-covered cushions, hovering above you with blazoned eyes. “Well to start, we gotta get rid of your panties,” he began, drumming his digits along your exposed thighs. Just to spur the man, you brought your lips to his ear, whispering the one thing he hadn’t expected.

“Sir, I wasn’t wearing any to begin with.”

“Of course you weren’t, you had this all planned out, didn’t you?” Nanami sneered, hooking the vast mass of his palms beneath your thighs.

Your body followed suit, your hands cupping the back of your knees forcefully. “And if I did, it seems to be working well,” you quipped, observing as Nanami settled his legs on either side of your folded form.

“Yeah, such big talk from you. It’s almost cute,” he purred, tapping the swollen head of his cock against your tender bud. An eerie whimper erupted from your lungs, your hips jolting into the air. Nanami snickered at your eagerness, guiding his length to nip at the slit of your cunt.

“Alright, you ready? I can’t wait to see that cute face of yours fall apart,” Nanami cooed, snapping his hips forward. The sudden stretch forced your mouth apart, the staggering breaths clogging the air within your lungs. The girth of his cock burned-oh so-deliciously, your body adjusting to his size.

“God–You’re so big, Nanami!” you sobbed, clawing at his forearms erratically. He pressed his lips to your own, soothing your cries with a gentle kiss. “Shh, I’ve got you. You’ll feel so good, I promise,” he ensured, drawing his hips back with a laggard drag.

“Keep your legs pressed just like that–god, you’re so tight,” Nanami groaned, maintaining a steady pace as he rolled his hips into you. The warmth of your walls hugged him in place, the lewd squelching of your cunt barely soliciting for Nanami’s girth.

“It’s ‘s much, Nanami! Fuck, I–” you sobbed, only for the thick digits of Nanami’s hand to plunge between your gaping lips.

“Now, now, what’s my name, Princess? Say it right and you’ll get to cum all over my dick,” He hushed, lacing his fingers around your limp tongue. You nodded in compliance, your mouth attempting to reply to the best of your skills.

“S-Sir…I really wanna cum, Pleasepleaseplease, I want it!” you squealed beneath him, Nanami unleashing a barrage of heavy and relentless ruts into your pitiful cunt.

The explicit snaps of skin were drowned by the combined wails of you and Nanami alike. He was close, from the way he became increasingly more vocal, spewing nonsensical curses into the air.

On his final drive into you, Nanami’s hips jerked erratically, trapping the entirety of his length within you. As the thick drops of white painted your womb, the fluttering clench of your cunt embraced around him, the crashing weight of your release seizing your body whole. Your legs gave out, resting along Nanami’s shoulders as you sought to ground yourself.

A weary chuckle escaped from his chest, the entrapping strength of Nanami’s arms tugging you into his chest as he collapsed onto the cushions.

With heated breaths warming the amorous aura of the room and the mixture of release leaking down your inner thighs, by far it was easily the most pornographic scene of the night.

Nanami pressed a trail of kisses along your temple, earning your attention in return. “So what do you think, Y/N? Would I make it in the industry?” he jested, cupping your cheek to form a direct line of contact. You mustered enough to feed into Nanami’s whim, the response rolling off your tongue ever so fluidly.

“You’d make such a good pornstar, sir.”

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ON THE SCENE

pairings: pornstar!toji fushiguro x pornstar! fem reader

cw: handjob, fingering, oral(f.receiving), face sitting, service dom!toji, spitting, squirting, use of petnames

tags: @dejwrites @nanaminshousewife @gabzlovesu @angwritez @rinhoes @aasouthteranoswife @earlesskitten @brattsumu

want more: behind the scenes [pt. 2]

“Toji!” you squealed, pulling him into a tender embrace. The strength of his forearms had to offer alone clung around you, his lips busying themselves with wayward pecks along your flexed cheeks. “Hey Angelface, what’s got you all happy? Don’t say it’s me now,” he jested, parting from your cheek.

You met the blazoned green hues of his eyes, jubilance dotting Toji’s pupils with their subtlety. He gave you the exact glance each and every time you had been in his presence, filling your belly with the bliss of butterflies.

“Ready for this shoot?” You inquired, rustling the thick locks of Toji’s hair. He nodded compliantly, bringing his accursed grin to light.

“You already know how much I love making you cum, Beautiful.”

Just the smitten words from the Toji Fushiguro.

At the age of 35, he managed to capture all the hearts of women and even men all around the world–one film at a time. For an adult film star like himself, it wasn’t unusual for him to rally quite the following he acquired, each one vying for his attention, but his touch all the more.

It was in the manner that Toji could fold a woman in half and have her begging for more that drove his fan base insane. He always delivered an intoxicating watch, his skill to produce faux connections with his partner was unmatched.

Of course, through such skill of deception, no one really did expect for the salacious man to fall for anyone. At least that was the cause… until you broke onto the scene.

Since entering the film industry three years after Toji’s debut, the attention came flocking to you. Basking in similar talents that he possessed, any man could fall for you with how you’d claw at the expanse of his back, cry out their name, and use such tantalizing stares–it was a done deal.

The request for you and Toji to finally work together had flooded in, drowning out anything else deemed unsuitable for both your causes.

The day that you and Toji met was like nothing before, the fondnesses for each other blossoming at first sight. Toji knew he’d been enamored when you first flashed him a giddy smile, coaxing for his cheeks to prickle with embarrassment.

As time went on, every time you and Toji worked together, the lines between fantasy and reality grew increasingly blurred. The revelation weighed upon both shoulders, unspoken feelings that were casted away from mind. It became apparent in the way Toji held you, his hands rubbing along every inch of your body.

He had grown attached to your every curve, never wanting to part once the cameras completed its task. Whenever you worked with someone who wasn’t him, Toji was swift with his punishments, discreetly bullying your cervix beneath the harsh glare from the lens.

Eventually, it took to him making advances. Beginning with suggesting that you should come to visit his humble abode, all for it to end with you leaving the next day. His attraction to you was crippling, hindering his once-hailed versatility.

In truth, Toji Fushiguro only wanted you at his side.

Now here he stood, an arm around the waist of your robe and admiring you through the mirror. With just moments before the start of the shoot, Toji began to set his plan into motion, hoping he’d gain his desired results.

“What are you doing after this?” Toji hummed, pressing yet another stream of pecks along your temple. You shrugged your shoulders, “Nothing, unless you have something in mind.” He directed his lustful gaze towards your own, a delighted chuckle seeping from his throat.

“I have a couple of things we can do, but first things first–we’ve got a job to do,” he declared, bracing his arms around your hips for extra security. Ripping you from the mirror, Toji lifted you into the air with a smile curling onto his lips.

Without a lick of retaliation, you allowed him to carry you away, bringing the both of you into the brightly lit room. Toji rested you atop the edge of the bed, his hulking figure standing before you.

Instinctively, you tugged at the loose knot of Toji’s robe, only for his broad digits to lace around your wrist. “And what’s my pretty baby up to? You know you might hurt yourself,” Toji teased, biting down into the plush of his bottom lip.

“Your what? Toji, I don’t recall you asking me to be anything remotely near that,” you caught swiftly, earning a snicker to ring from the sculpted hull of Toji’s chest. “Then do you—”

“Alright, looks like you guys are ready. Scene starting in…” the director began, only for you and Toji to drown out the voice alike. Without delay, Toji brought a kiss onto your lips, the crashing fervor rousing the very depths of the man. As your eyes came to a fluttering shut, Toji’s tongue began to grace the caverns of your mouth lazily.

Toji kept himself perched above you, the tips of your fingers running along the exposed skin of his thigh, leading up to his hardened erection behind the robe.

Your fingers wrapped around the thick girth of his shaft, using loose strides to stir Toji awake. He unleashed a sudden whimper against your lips, prying himself from the kiss. Toji hung his head beside your ear, wincing along the shell.

“Fuck–I love when you touch me like that,” Toji groaned, just enough for you to hear. You struggled to control the gasp that desperately sought to escape from you. Toji was typically a vocal man, spewing all kinds of bits about you.

Yet, he was never so vulnerable to confess his own direct pleasures. It was prominent in how the supple pad of your thumb swiped at the swollen tip, flushed in hues of an innocent pink. Toji bucked into your fists, his erratic response bringing concerns to mind.

“You’re sensitive, Toji. Tell me what’s going on,” you voiced nervously, slowing your pace gradually. He only shook his head as he drew his arms back, allowing for the silk robe to fall from his bare body. With his chest smoldering against your breasts, Toji gained a bit of control over the situation again, pinning you to the soft duvet of the bed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Toji taunted, his lips settling against yours once again. The tips of his fingers grew curious, tugging at the knot of your robe gently. His eyes panned over your body, revealing itself as the silky material set beneath you.

“I can never get enough of you, Y/N. You always keep me wanting more,” Toji cooed as he pulled away, guiding his promiscuous hand to ghost the band of your panties. “I can tell, but that’s the way I like it,” you replied, lifting your hips to aid him.

Once he discarded you of the obstructing cloth, the rough pads of his digits drifted between your legs, parting the puffy lips of your cunt. He teased your clit with pulsing taps, slipping his middle finger between the viscid mess tucked behind your folds. You whined at his touch, pressing your forehead against his own.

“Tojiii,” you dragged out, “I hate when you play with me like this!” He chuckled softly at your argument, a mere kiss of his finding solace along the tip of your nose. “And what are you doing to me right now? You’re taking advantage of me being just a lil’ sensitive. So who’s the mean one?”

You rolled your eyes, disregarding the truth within Toji’s words. “Which you still won’t–holy shit!” You gasped as Toji slipped his digits through your slit, your back arching in response. He grinned at how your body reacted to his touch, curling his fingers to nudge at your sweet spot.

The hold around Toji’s cock had withdrawn itself, your hand latching onto his tensed forearm. “It’s too soon, I don’t wanna come yet!” You confessed to him through shuddering breaths. Toji shook his head as he slowly drew his digits from within, admiring how glossy they appeared in the short time.

“Of course not, I just wanted to get you ready,” Toji informed as he rose from you, dropping his burly figure atop of the bed. You didn’t need an explanation from him to know exactly what Toji was thinking, it was just the unspoken language between you both. Completely shedding the robe from you, you laggardly crawled over Toji, resting your thighs beside his head.

From his post beneath you, Toji placed his hands along your arms, guiding the limbs to rest along the wooden headboard. “You look on top of me, y’know that?” Toji joked, placing a kiss into your inner thigh. Whipping your head to the side, you mumbled softly into your arm, “Shut up, Toji.” He caught on to your coy nature, his hands navigating your hips to hover above his smug grin.

“Why don’t you make me…Princess.”

Before you could reply, the broad of Toji’s tongue had already sunk past the lips of your cunt, indulging in your precious essence. Your hands resting atop the headboard began to clench, baring the wooden to ground you.

Toji had such a graceful way of spurring your body into an orgasm, all when he saw fit. It was a task he held with the highest degree, devoting all his energy to the moment. He lived to witness your body fall at his touch, working his tongue to glide across the exposed nerves.

The whimsical spews of rambles outpoured from your mouth, only bringing amusement to Toji’s ears. He dragged the slicked muscle through the thin sheets of your folds, only to draw himself back to place a sloppy kiss against the plump lips of your cunt. Every so often, Toji would send a passing glance over your trembling physique, his everlasting gratification written with every moan to pass through your mouth.

The palms of Toji’s hands pressed into your pelvis, his tongue swiping at your clit with its heightened pace. He hummed at your request, sealing the tender bud within his mouth, only to release his hold with a lewd ‘pop’ of his lips.

There was no need for instruction or even words of praise to fall from your gaping jaw. With the number of times you’ve been with Toji, he had become accustomed to all the in’s and out’s of you. He knew how every curve would sit perfectly in his hand, or how much time it took for you to reach a proper high.

You peered down at the lewd scene unfolding, whimpering in Toji’s care. The hazy gaze of his eyes intimidated you to the core of your being. It was the same gaze he had whenever he’d have you all to himself, either during shoots or at the convenience of his own pleasures. You never could comprehend what it was Toji loved about you, why he’d become so insistent on only ever wanting to work with you.

Then again, such thoughts as the “why’s” had to be reserved for a much later date,  the building pressure of your release pooling within the pits of your belly. Your hips began to rut against Toji’s tongue, even using the rounded end of his nose to your advantage.

All he could do was grin at the explicit display, his folded arms supporting your frantic swipes. “That’s a good girl, use my tongue just like that!” Toji encouraged, grinding his back into the mattress beneath. Your ears hadn’t picked up on Toji’s assurance, being drowned out by the heft of your high.

Your legs came to a slamming shut, your body collapsing beside Toji. He took to pulling you into his chest, the warmth of his skin radiating surrounding you. He pressed comforting kisses into your smothered cheek.

“You always look so pretty coming down,” he purred, cupping your jaw softly. When you finally met his gaze, a sweet smile was inclined to take onto your lips towards the man beside you.

Toji lugged himself to his knees, resting back upon his haunches. He was careful to pry your legs apart, leaving gentle pecks along the curve of your knee. He filled the space between your thighs, pulling your frame closer to his reach.

“Think you’re ready? I have no problem taking my time with you if need be,” he joked, the pad of his thumb grazing along your bottom lip, You shook your head, ensuring that it was clear for him to proceed.

Toji directed his attention down between his legs, his free hand forming a firm fist along his tanned shaft. The swollen head of his cock nudged at your clit, your body flinching beneath the weight of it.

The curves of your nails grazed along the contoured ridges of Toji’s abdomen, etching crescent marks into his skin. “Look at you, being greedier than ever,” he snickered, inching his aching cock between your folds. “No, you just get off by being mean to me,” you chided, pushing out a pestered pout on your lips.

Toji darted his sights, shifting from your narrowed glare to the thumping crown of his cock. Even he couldn’t keep himself waiting any longer, giving in to your merciful whims just this once.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’ll be nice and give you exactly what you’re asking for,” he returned, aligning his hips with your own. In foul push, he snapped his hips against yours, your gummy walls struggling to envelop the entirety Toji’s cock.

An inaudible gasp filled your lungs, the glossy stream of drool spilling from your mouth. No matter how many times you were with Toji, you couldn’t ever properly adjust to the mind-numbing girth he offered, the stretch sending your thoughts into a state of absence.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. That’s what happens when you rush perfection, Baby,” he cooed, rubbing at the plush of your flexed tummy.  As your eyes began to loll to the back of your skull, a frown spread across Toji’s face, finding displeasure with your lack of eye contact.

“Hey, stay with me, Gorgeous, if you do I’ll give you a surprise,” Toji wagered, grinding his pelvis against you. Gradually, the whites of your eyes were replaced by your own dazed hues, barely grappling with the moment. Toji knew he had to work fast, using the only method he knew best with you.

Cupping your jaw, Toji brought his lips to yours, humming a soft tune as he allowed for his hips to draw back from inside you. “Keep that pretty mouth of yours open for me,” he whispered, eyes trained to the glimmering spool of spit leaving from his mouth, dripping along the grooves of your tongue.

“Swallow it, finish the job,” Toji added, his ears piqued for the harsh gulp traveling down your throat. With his satisfactions met, Toji planted his palms into the plushy mass of cotton beneath your head, his hips gathering more force with every passing second.

Curses flew from his mouth, nonsensical babbles about how good you felt around him. As much as Toji wanted to bask in your warmth, he still had a goal in mind, gritting back the pool of arousal building at his core.

Bringing his features above your own, Toji began to speak once more, using a kindred tone to lull you to his long-strayed rhythm. “Y/N, I thought you would’ve caught on by on,” Toji mumbled, his hands gripping at the plush surrounding your waist.

“On to what?” You replied, confining the hitching breaths to your lungs. Toji released a pitiful huff into the air, realizing that an answer was due. He sank his head within the crook of your neck, his breath warming the shell of your ear.

“All those dates we went on, the times I’ve asked you to stay over. I mean, just add a few more of your dresses and you’ll basically be living with me. Not to mention how much I hate whenever you’re on a job with someone else, it breaks my heart honestly,” he confessed, earring your whimpers as a form of response.

“Point is, Y/N…I want us to be..together, officially, not just behind the scenes–”

Your brows knitted in the wake of Toji’s confession, unsure of how to reply during the current situation. “You can’t be asking this now, Toji. You are shit with your timing,” you winced woefully, thrashing your head against the pillow.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, I don’t care if I have to keep this up ‘til I pass out. I’m leaving today with you as my girlfriend,” he announced pridefully, adjusting himself on top of you. Just as you processed Toji’s words, his hips began to drive into you, plunging his cock deeper than before.

Each stroke was more relentless than the last, his flushed tip bullying your cervix into the inevitable submission. After your first orgasm, the sensitivity lining your cunt made its presence vividly clear, the overstimulation taking its heavy toll upon you.

Toji hadn’t let even the slightest jolt of your body gone unnoticed, relying on his words to soon push yout over the edge. “Y/NN,” he called out innocently, a complacent smirk dressing his visage. You darted your patchy gaze from his face to the hand he pressed below your navel.

“Can’t you feel just how deep I am? It feels so fucking good, doesn’t it,” he taunted, blowing faux kisses of apathy to your direction. You could only squirm beneath his hulking frame. Toji’s sly comments only fed the heft of your pending orgasm.

“You're creaming, Angel! You must be closer than I thought,” Toji sang, adding to his lewd spews to fluster you. You struggled to reply to him, only short-winded gasps and moans feeding Toji’s ears.

“M' so close, fuck, it's right-" A shrilling squeal interrupted your words, the overwhelming pressure within your stomach giving way. The pricklings tings of your orgasm brought along more than expected, a sudden gush of your release painting Toji’s pelvis with glistening droplets.

Combined with your fluttering walls and wayward writhing into the bed, Toji succumbed to the amorous atmosphere, spilling the sinful hues of white into your womb. His head tossed back in tandem with his high, hot pants warming the air.

Glancing down at the mess adoring his abdomen, Toji chuckled at the sight, finding his balance between your legs once again.

“You came already? And with no answer..guess I’ll just have to keep going, right Baby?” Toji sneered, drawing his hips back once again.

Your arms laced around the nape of his neck, dragging down Toji flushed against your chest. Between shuddering breaths you entertained Toji’s skillful scheme at last, bursting into a fit of giggles.

“You’re a damn idiot, honestly. Of course, I wanna be with you!” you beamed, carding your fingers through his slicked hair. Amidst the mess riddled along Toji’s skin and the mixes of release spilling from your slit, the pair of you basking in what was the abnormal birth of a newly found relationship.

Resting his head within the valley of your breast, Toji’s fingers tweaked around the heartened peak, rattling off about his thoughts. 

“Just saying, we’ve been at this for a year now, I think it’s safe to say I love you, don’t you?” Toji hinted, his hazy sights settling in line with your lidded ones.

Just as you began to utter the three words of affirmation, the loud crash of the clapperboard broke you from Toji’s sights, the piercing lights ahead burning your eyes.

“Alright guys, great job today! It felt so real to watch,” the director called from his seat, pulling both you and Toji from the somewhat intimate moment.

The director’s words resonated in your mind, coaxing for a another best of laughter to ring from your chest, Toji following suit. He held you beneath him, peering back at the director with an annoyed stare.

“That’s cause it was real!”