Yakuza!suna/escort!reader Part 6 - Takes Place The Night Following Part 5, Tw The Girlies Are Fighting

yakuza!suna/escort!reader part 6 - takes place the night following part 5, tw the girlies are fighting (literally), tw mention of blood, happy belated birthday yakuza!shinsuke i want you to step on me series masterlist

The Inarizaki compound is an immaculately maintained estate.

The grounds are vast, tucked away in a quiet corner of Hyogo, just distant enough from the city to feel private. The buildings on the property are old, and traditional in style, but they were built to last and have been cared for to ensure it. The compound is as imposing today as the day it was first built, a truth diligently seen to over the years as its care has passed between hands from one head of the family to the next. It stands as a testament to the power and the influence of those who inherit and inhabit it; a reflection of them built in timber and stone.

Nothing on the property is out of place or unkempt. Every shrub, every blade of grass, every flower in the garden is carefully reared and pruned. Every floor diligently swept. Every surface cleared of any trace of dust. Every window polished to a spotless shine that reflects the sun that looks brightly down upon the sprawling plot of land. 

And underneath the Inarizaki compound—in the labyrinthine system of corridors and dim, damp rooms where the sun doesn’t reach—the same diligence, the same control, exists too.

“Well, well, well—would ya look who it is.”

On a ratty leather sofa in one such room, deep below the well-tended grounds, Atsumu lays sprawled with his head tipped back lazily over the arm rest. On the other side of the wide room, a figure stands before him after just stepping through the door—though, given the blonde’s current orientation, he’s upside-down in his line of sight.

Suna’s expression is notably flat—his mouth drawn into a tight, thin line—regardless of whether or not it’s viewed from the right way up.

“How nice of ya to finally join us,” Atsumu continues, picking himself up off the sofa so he’s sitting upright. He turns in his seat to glance over at his brother who's slumped down into a chair not far from him, fiddling with one of his favourite knives. Atsumu snort a little to himself. “‘Specially after ya kicked us outta yer place this mornin’.”

Suna says nothing in response.

The blonde twin smirks, peeking over at him again. 

“So, how’s our little Yua-chan?” 

If looks could kill, Osamu’s long-held dream of being an only child would have come true a hundred times over in an instant.

“Enough, Tsumu,” his twin grunts, flicking the butterfly knife in his hands closed. “Yer bein’ a slimy little fuck, ’n I’m not patchin’ ya up if he kicks yer ass.”

Atsumu huffs, a look of mild betrayal twisting at his features.

“My own brother,” he laments, a hand melodramatically clasped to his chest. Osamu flips him off with a roll of his eyes, scarcely paying him any attention at all.

With a laugh, Atsumu pitches himself back onto the sofa, snuggling down into the worn old leather to make himself comfortable. His head lolls to the side and his gaze travels once more to the man on the other side of the room who still has yet to venture much further beyond the doorway. 

Osamu tucks his knife into the breast-pocket of his button-down shirt before reaching down beside his seat to grab one of the cans of beer he has resting at his feet in a plastic convenience store bag.

“Too bad ya didn’t bring her along, Sunarin. We could really use somethin’ nice to look at around here.” The blonde sighs almost wistfully, but the subtle curl at the corner of his mouth is unmistakably nefarious. “Pretty thing like her could be a huge boost fer morale. ‘Specially with those tits.”

Suna’s hauling Atsumu off the sofa before Osamu even has time to crack the tab on his drink.

“Get off’a me, ya psycho!” the blonde yelps as he hits the cold cement floor, but his cry falls only on deaf (or otherwise completely uncaring) ears.

In an attempt at defence, Atsumu throws a wide, flailing punch, but it doesn’t land. Suna’s got his shirt-collar tightly wrapped around his fist, and with one strong tug he drags his unsuspecting opponent forward, flipping Atsumu onto his chest on the ground. The blonde lets out a pitiful, wheezing grunt as Suna drops a knee to his spine, keeping him pinned, and takes a fistful of his peroxide locks in his hand to roughly draw his head back.

“Just wait," Atsumu grunts, as he tries to free himself from Suna's hold. "I’m gonna fuckin’ kil—“

Osamu opens his beer. The hiss of carbonation only vaguely mutes the sound of fist meeting flesh.

After all these years, the younger of the two Miya twins has learned that when his sibling picks a fight, it’s usually better just to let nature run its course. Sure, he intervenes sometimes if it’s really needed. After all, it’s still his brother—and Osamu’s not one to shy away from a good fight either, though he prefers that they be justified. But if Atsumu gets himself into a scrap, particularly when it comes to infighting like this, Osamu’s generally pretty happy to let him get knocked around a bit.

Not that he’ll ever learn a lesson from it.

Plus, Suna rarely ever gets this fired up. There’s a bit of fun to seeing Atsumu get his ass handed to him by the characteristically apathetic brunette. Osamu’s seen what Suna’s capable of plenty of times, and knows his particular handiwork well, but in the thick of a fight he doesn’t ever really have time to appreciate the distinctly feral way that Rintarou fights—the placid-faced brutality of it—so for once he just sits back and settles in to enjoy the show.

He’s not even halfway through his beer when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching on the concrete floor of the corridor outside, leading towards them. He pauses with the can held to his lips as two figures step into the room, silhouetted in the doorway by the harsh fluorescent light flooding in from the hallway behind them.

The skirmish in the centre of the room stalls upon the newcomers' unexpected arrival—both parties panting raggedly as they shove the other away, separating from the lock of their brawl.

“Get up.”

Neither of the men fighting dare to question the order, nor the man that it comes from.

Suna and Atsumu both stand from the floor, quietly adjusting their rumpled clothes. They keep their eyes averted under the heavy, disappointed gaze of the man who approaches them in unhurried, measured steps. With their gazes downturned, a pair of neatly polished shoes is all they can see when he comes to a stop in front of them.

“What’s all this about?” 

When neither of the guilty parties opt to speak up in the wake of the question that was posed, the silence in the room sours.

The man sighs.

He turns on his heel towards Osamu, and the dark-haired Miya struggles to meet his gaze.

“Atsumu started it,” the younger man finally mutters, taking another long, much-needed swig from his beer.

“Rat,” his twin hisses under his breath from across the room.

“Quiet.”

Kita doesn’t yell.

He doesn’t even lift a hand.

Atsumu flinches all the same at the command.

The slighter man, dressed in a nice, neatly-pressed suit, looks between the two battered men in front of him.

“Someone gonna tell the boss what happened here, or what?” Aran remarks from the other side of the room, his tone dry and unenthusiastic—it’s far from the first time he’s broken up one of Atsumu’s squabbles, after all. He's leaning leisurely now against the metal frame of the heavy, industrial door as he watches everything unfold—having not even bothered crossing the threshold into the dingy little space that serves as a makeshift lounge of sorts. He knew his involvement was unlikely to be needed.

He's outranked by his company, after all. 

“Suna went nuclear ‘cuz I made a little joke about some girl,” Atsumu complains, ready to talk now it would seem, as blood drips down his philtrum from his nose.

Kita’s eyes flicker to Suna, still slouching indolently at Atsumu’s side with his eyes directed away.

“A girl?” Shinsuke remarks thoughtfully. “What girl?”

“Just some girl Suna’s fuck—seein’,” Atsumu quickly alters his word choice in favour of something less profane when Kita’s eyes meet his. “Samu and I ran into her at his place this mornin’, naked as the day she was born.” As though he simply can’t help himself, like one final swing in the fight, the blonde tacks on one last pointed: “Interestin’ sight to say the least.”

Suna’s face is as expressionless as ever when he finally looks up to meet Kita’s stare, having avoided it for as long as he possibly could. The highest ranking member of the Inarizaki syndicate meets his eyes, his own expression pensive.

“Not the same one ya came to speak with me about this morning, surely?” 

Suna’s nose twitches slightly.

Osamu stills, half-way through the motion of lifting his drink to his lips again, his thirst forgotten in the wake of the remark.

Atsumu seems surprised too, somewhere under all the reddish-swelling on his face.

Even Aran's curiosity seems to be piqued.

“This girl’s makin’ ya behave rashly,” Kita comments. The judgement is conversational in tone but still biting—even-tempered and just but somehow all the more damning.

Red flushes into the tips of Suna’s ears.

“I’ll make myself clear, ‘cause it seems like I didn’t in our earlier conversation. It’s neither my place nor my desire to get my hands dirty in the personal matters of yer life. Those affairs are no concern of mine,” Kita says calmly, his eyes fixed so raptly to Rintarou’s face that anyone would be unnerved, much less a subordinate. The older man pauses then, as though thinking quite seriously about what to say next. 

Kita does this often: prolonged silences not unusual in the middle of his conversations, as he considers the information available him and his path forward. It’s reminiscent of a man playing go, taking time to carefully choose his next move. 

“However,” Kita finally adds, the lines of his face hardening as he comes to his decision, “what is my concern is this family, and it’s my responsibility to intervene when somethin’, or someone, jeopardizes it.”

Suna’s eyes drop to his feet as he nods stiffly, his gaze lowered in shame.

“Suna,” the Oyabun’s voice is low and gentle, which in many ways makes it worse. “You owe yer heart a debt for the way it’s served you ’til now, for the things that it’s helped bear, and I don’t claim to deny that. But don’t forget what debt you owe to this family. What obligation ya have to yer brothers. You can’t allow a temporary novelty to confuse where yer priorities lie.”

The dingy, dank room is quiet for a moment, and then Kita sighs, turning on his heel towards the door. Before he steps away, he glances towards Suna again.

“Go home, Rintarou.”

Everyone in the room freezes.

Suna’s eyes snap up in confusion, a complaint on the tip of his tongue as his lips part to free it. One look at Kita’s face silences him, and any protest he may have wanted to voice dies out before it’s given breath. The elder turns away once more.

He crosses the room towards Aran, and his Wakagashira pushes himself up off the doorframe as he approaches, pulling himself upright as the two prepare to take their leave. Meanwhile, Atsumu and Osamu share a look across the room, communicating their shock—and relative confusion—wordlessly between themselves.

Just before he steps across the threshold to exit, Kita pauses once more. He doesn’t turn around, but there’s no question in anyone’s mind who he’s speaking to when he says:

“Not to that club. Not to that girl. Home.”

✮ tags ; edging + sub!bakugou + soft dom!gn!reader, restraints, praise kink, no titles used 18+ | ✮ wc ; 1.2k

✮ a/n ; it really would be sub bakguou to get me at least a little bit out of my writing slump lol

"Fuck you," Katsuki can feel his voice starting to lose it's gruff. The words come out hoarse and choked - but in his defense he's miserable right now "Let me cum, fuck."

Your smile is wry as you put your thumb over the slit of his cock, a pathetic amount of pre-cum sliding down his shaft as you stop the motion in your hand completely. He swears at the lack of contact, tugging against his restraints to no avail.

You look delighted by him. Even worse you look hungry. It's the kind of bottomless lust that Katsuki is never confident he can appease. In every context he finds you unselfish and giving. Not like this though. Like this you look like you'd make yourself sick if you tried to satisfy your every desire.

You let your thumb touch against his spent cock gently. He hasn't cum once. Not a single time today. Hours of bringing him to the edge of frustration before stopping completely. You let him have his come down each time. Let him be lulled into a false sense of security before bringing him back.

He wants to cum. He's not asking for fucking much, he just-

You're not budging. You never do with him. There's a breaking point he has to hit before you even think about giving him so much mercy and he knows that. Even then, he hopes that you'll give in sometimes. That once you'll give into his demands.

You bend at the waist and get between his legs to blow on his cock, red and angry and flush - and it twitches like it's ready to spill. He hears you laugh, all bubbly and delightful and grits his teeth.

"Why should I do that?"

"B-because, you fucking," He shakes, shudders as your hand brushes along the inner part of bitten thigh. Marked to hell and back, he's sweating and sticky "Because it—"

"Does it hurt? Any pain?"

He shakes his head, tries to reason with you but you cut him off "So you're just frustrated."

Yes. Obviously. But that's not the answer you're looking for. He shuts himself up, a shuddery breath pushing out of his lungs. Before he knows what's happening, your palm wraps around his cock again, hot velvet over steel. He bites the inside of his cheek as you start to move, hard and fast.

But temporary, a spike of pleasure rupturing him from the inside out before pulling your hand away again.

"Fuck! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck."

You laugh again, placing the same hand on his shoulder. You smooth down the curves of his body. Stopping to squeeze at the fat of his chest, smoothing thumb over nipples and fingers over scar. He's shaking, core tight and tense as he chases a high that keeps disappearing. Maybe he can will himself to cum.

"I don't want to let you cum," You say with amusement, staring at him. Katsuki can feel your eyes on every inch of his face. The way they're tracing his expression, trying to commit his despair to memory. You're all kinds of twisted to him. "I think I'd prefer to leave you here like this. Undo your restraints, maybe make myself cum, and go to sleep. Sounds like more fun."

A sense of dread builds in his stomach. He looks at you in the face, in your eyes this time. Pleading, silently. You give him another smile, unreadable. Grinning so hard that you burst into laughter again, before putting a fake pout. He's going to cry. Son of a—

"Aw, what? No dice? Do you really have to cum that bad?"

Evil. You're evil, he thinks. He almost screams and it's like you know he's going to. You're planning on it, looking on with giddy delight. You bites his cheek, stops himself from doing it and you soften immediately. You coo at him, lovingly tender as you use your hand to cup his jaw. Tugging on his lower lip, he opens his mouth. You stick your fingers into it, and he sucks on instinct. It gives his brain something to focus on.

"Now you're being all well-behaved," You comment gently. He gives you a glare through his lashes but you don't budge "What do you want baby? Can you tell me nicely like a good boy?"

He's overwhelmed. It washes over him like a tidal wave, like his fingers are slipping off a cliffs edge. He's been holding onto it so tightly and now he can't get his footing again. He tries to glare a second time, but even he can tell he looks pathetic. He can see it when he looks at his reflection in your eyes.

You pull on his tongue with your fingers, letting the drool drip down your hand before pulling away. You touch his cock again, more mercifully this time but don't move.

"Now," You say, a single slow stroke up that leaves him shuddering "Is there something you'd like to ask me?"

Your voice is cool. Like a salve on his nerves. He wants to give into whatever abyss is waiting for him to drop into. He stares at you dazed, prideful and frustrated and wanting. You're grounding - expectancy swimming in your vision. Approval. He wants approval from you.

"I wanna cum," He slurs, choked up. You grin, another stroke.

"And how do we ask for things we want, baby?"

"S-sayin' please."

"That's right," You hum, another stroke. Precise with pleasure like you know every nerve of him, down the atom "So, what do we say when we want to cum?"

We. Like the two of you are intertwined. He feels fuzzy.

"C-can I please, hngh fuck, please cum? Please, needa,"

"Look at that," You say, picking up the pace as soon as the words leave his mouth. He braces himself for impact, hands gripping the edge of the chair with a harsh breath "Good boy. Good job baby, just incredible. My baby is so brilliant isn't he? Just a little misguided."

"Shit," His lower lip trembles, near tearful at the intensity of the situation "S-shit, shit. 's gonna, oh fuck - gonna,"

"A little more. Okay? Cum when I say so, think you can do that?"

He pushes out a breath "Y-yeah."

You lean forward to kiss him and Katsuki feels his spine melt. It's relieving and overwhelming - though the kiss itself is so gentle and sweet. He shudders, trembles under the weight of his own desire as he gets so harrowingly close to the edge. He whimpers this time, free of shame as you praise him through it.

"Cum for me baby," You say with finality. And he does immediately, not even a millisecond of time between you saying it and him doing it. He cums hard, feels his entire lower half lose it's strength as he fucks up into your hand. He feels something hot slip down his cheek, groaning as he finishes. He cums and keeps cumming - it goes on for minutes, forever. You talk him through it but the words don't make sense. He just listens for your voice and lets go until everything is out.

He slumps back into the chair he's restrained in, blinking open his bleary eyes as he watches you clean your hand with a nearby towel. You give him a warm look as he does, standing to your feet as you press a kiss to his hairline.

"You did so great this time. Such a prodigy."

He huffs.

"You get more evil every fucking time I swear."

You laugh.

"I can't help it when you're so cute."

"Don't make excuses, you bastard."

"Sorry, sorry. I love you, yeah? My good boy."

He flushes.

"Love you too. Now fuckin' untie me."

—GOJO SATORU AS A DAD ; headcanons.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ note: i am extremely biased when it comes to this man, so he gets a post of his own hehe

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have you seen this man with yuuji and megumi? yeah

he'd be the best father ever like words can't describe how amazing he is

a little nervous when you announced your pregnancy because although you two weren't trying for a baby...you weren't exactly being careful either

but i do headcanon him to be a boy dad. maybe later on when you get pregnant again you'd have a daughter, but your first born together is definitely a boy

the house was awfully quiet. that was your first thought when you got back from your girls' night out. your husband insisted that you needed one, and that you deserved it after being so good for both him and your son.

"satoru? i'm home!"

you took off your shoes and stripped yourself from your coat, before making your way inside your house. where are they? it was never silent when satoru and your son were together, so the fact that there was noise meant that either they went out (which was impossible because your son's stroller was in the living room, and your husband's car was in the garage) or they were up to no good.

quietly tiptoeing up to your bedroom, your were finally able to hear a few giggles coming from the bathroom on your left. and when you finally grabbed the door knob and were about to twist it, the door was pulled open with a loud 'surprise!' from your son--but where was satoru then?

"baby, where is your dad--"

"turn around." you jolted at the familiar voice, turning around to face your husband who had a cupcake and a lit candle on top. what day was it today? it wasn't an anniversary or even a birthday? then what did you forget--

"you announced to me that you were pregnant on this day three years ago," satoru cut you off with a grin, handing you the baby blue cupcake. "and I thought it would be great to thank you for giving me the best gift ever."

your sniffles filled the hallway, and your worried son quickly joined you with tear filled eyes, unsure why his mom was emotional.

"i'm okay baby, mama is happy." and as satoru held you and your son in his arms, you thanked him for the little celebration, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"better give me baby number 2 then--"

"satoru."

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— RELINQUISH | geto x fem!reader

-> synopsis: it's late and sleep eludes him as he lays beside you

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, dubcon, somnophilia, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, possessive geto, praise

-> wc: 1.8k

-> a/n: idk if i got the tags right or not so if i missed something pls let me know xx

The room is quiet, save for the monotonous hum of the air conditioner and your deep breathing beside him. It’s dark too, the curtains shut tight to block out the light from the moon and streetlamps, but Geto can still make out the outline of your body next to his. His hand rests loosely over your stomach, thumb stroking absently at the exposed skin of your midriff where your tank top has ridden up. You’re so warm under his palm, so soft and delicate. 

If he wanted to, he could break you, shatter you like glass and leave the broken pieces laying on the carpet. He could call someone to sweep you under the bed to rot and be forgotten, and continue living without batting an eye. You’re foolish, he thinks. For lying here beside him, so weak and vulnerable. Like a bunny sleeping beside a wolf in his den, naive to the danger he presents to you, ignorant to those sharp, deadly teeth and claws that could rip you to shreds. 

If he wanted to, he could.

But he won’t.

Geto wonders when things changed. When did you stop being his little marionette doll? Who clipped your strings? He doesn’t have to search very far to learn the answer. The scissors are in one hand, the frayed strings in his other. Because somewhere along the way, the strings began to look like a noose, wrapping tighter around your throat with each passing day, each time he thrust you out there for his sake. And he could bear it no longer. The sight of your skin bulging around it, the indentations that would no doubt be left behind - it didn’t sit well in his chest. 

Now here he lies, sharing a bed with you because he wants to, not because he needs to. Soaking up your warmth because his fingers are always so icy when you’re not around. Touching you, like a lover, because it fills that hollowness in his heart that has been his companion for far too long, however temporarily.

Shuffling closer, he presses against you, his front to you back, his hold on you tightening as his heart thumps steadily against the ridges of your spine. You smell like shampoo and fabric softener, clean and comforting in a way that should lull him to sleep. But Geto can’t sleep tonight. Not when his cock is so stiff in his boxers, trapped against the curve of your ass where he curls himself around you. It throbs in sync with his heart, a steady pulsing that he can’t ignore, no matter how hard he tries. 

And then, you mumble something in your sleep, moan softly and turn over in his hold, coming face to face with him. Your leg falls over his thighs as you shift, an arm draping over him, as if you know exactly where he is, even in slumber. Something pitter-patters in his chest, affection seeping between his ribs against his will as you embrace him. Up close, he can just about make out the soft sweep of your lashes in the dark, every breath you take fogging his bare skin with gentle heat. 

Geto shifts to make himself more comfortable, inhaling sharply when your core presses against him. The nights are starting to get warmer, so he can’t really blame you for wearing so little to bed, but he’s paying for his lenience now as your pussy throbs against his erection, hot even through the thin fabric of your underwear. How can he resist, when you look and feel so delectable like this?

Before he can stop himself, he slips his hand between your thighs, running the tips of his fingers lightly over your clothed cunt, a hushed curse falling past his lips when he finds the material damp and sticky. The evening must have left you wanting, but since being with him like this is still new to you, you kept your pretty little mouth shut. Poor thing, he thinks. That’s why you wore that to bed. I should’ve known.

No matter. He can take care of you now.

Long fingers apply more pressure, focusing at your clit as you continue to dream, fresh arousal steadily soaking the gusset of your panties as your body responds to his touch. It sticks to his skin as he glides them over your covered hole, fluttering under his touch like you’re just waiting to envelope his thick length. 

Sliding your underwear aside, he touches your dewy skin, spreading your lower lips and daringly dipping a finger inside, holding back his groan when he feels how feverishly warm your pussy is. He keeps his eyes on your sleeping face, your brows knitting together slightly at the intrusion, but you offer no other reaction. You look so innocent and sweet like this. 

Slowly, shallowly, he thrusts into you with one finger, dipping it in up to the first joint, sliding it in further when you sigh softly. Gradually, he begins to test the waters by adding another. The addition makes you whine a little, tightening your leg around him and unknowingly opening yourself up further for him as he shushes you gently, pressing a soothing kiss to your temple. Arousal dribbles down his fingers as he carefully works you open, copiously coating them and sliding between his knuckles. His cock is painfully hard now, leaking precum from the tip and soiling his own underwear, hardly able to wait any longer.

“You’ll let me put it in, won’t you? I want to feel you,” he whispers, listening to you pant softly as your hips squirm this way and that, your muscles flexing around his fingers every time he crooks them just right. You’re so responsive, even when you’re not awake. A tiny whimper escapes you and he can’t resist kissing it away, his lips tender and feathery on yours. “Is that a yes?”

You groan softly, breathing his name like a plea and that’s all he needs. “I thought so,” he coos softly, freeing his cock from his boxers. “You could never deny me.” He exhales quietly as he runs the head of his cock through your wet folds, relishing in how your slick smears over his skin, muddling with his precum. “Because you love me so much- fuck.” 

Finally, he presses into you, letting your snug pussy swallow him, silken walls wrapping around his girth like they were made to. Geto holds you close, angling his hips up to press deeper and feel more of you. God, you’re just so warm, so tight, so good to him that he just can’t bear to keep still. He planned to just stay like this but how can he when you hug him so perfectly. He ignores the fact that you’re starting to stir, eyes flickering open, a tired, confused whine falling past your lips and kissing his throat. You sound so cute like this, and it goes straight to his dick, hips grinding into you encourage some friction.

“Suguru?” you mumble. “What are you-” your slurred question gets cut off by a gasp as he draws back and thrusts into you, nudging at the spongey, sensitive spot tucked away inside you. Geto’s hands grip your hips firmly, blunt fingers pushing into the soft flesh as he fucks you with purpose now that you’re awake, drunk on how your cunt clings to him. He usually has more discipline than this, but he can’t help how hungry he is for you right now. Shushing you gently, he leans forwards and offers you another kiss to relax you. “Just take it like you always do. Be a good girl for me.”

You’re still disoriented, but you raise your leg up to offer him better access, holding onto the back of your knee to keep it steady. The angle is a little awkward but he doesn’t really care. All he cares about right now is relieving the ache building in his balls and filling you up the way he should have before you fell asleep. 

“Suguru- can’t-” you whine, struggling to keep your leg suspended like this, the growing stiffness in your muscles becoming difficult to ignore.

“Let go,” he murmurs, covering your hand with his and pushing you onto your back. The slide of his cock slows down but doesn’t stop as he readjusts you both, letting you wind your legs around his narrow hips and as his forearms bracket your head. Each roll of his hips is deep, stealing your breath and making you choke on every single sound that escapes you. He dips down to kiss you, groaning deep into your mouth as your tongue seeks his, clenching around him when he sucks on it. “Look at you,” he pants as he pulls away, a string of saliva bridging your lips together. Dragging a hand down your body, he finds where you both come together. “Always so ready to please me.”

“More. Want more.”

“Greedy.”

Clever fingers swipe at your clit as he fucks you harder, hips snapping into yours as he pushes you quickly towards your peak. He knows your body all too well by now, and he knows exactly what it takes to get you to spasm around his cock. His own end is fast approaching  too, and it’s not long before you’re clamping down on him and chanting his name like it’s the only word you’ve ever known. As he fucks you through it, he tips over the edge as well, groaning into your neck and cumming deep inside you. His hips slow, cock twitching as you milk him for every last drop.

Sweaty and spent, Geto rolls you both onto your sides so that you’re back where you began, his cock still buried deep inside you as it softens. He brushes your hair back, as your eyes flutter shut, leaning into his touch like a flower seeking sunlight. “What brought that on?” you hum tiredly.

“I couldn’t sleep,” admits with a sigh.

“What were you thinking about?”

“You,” he says truthfully.

“Me?”

“Yes,” he chuckles. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“A little.” Always so honest. “What about me were you thinking about?”

He runs his hand up and down your back, letting you snuggle closer to his chest. “Everything,” he says after a moment. “How far you’ve come. How much you’ve changed. How much I’ve changed because of you.”

“What sort of changes? Are they good or bad?” That’s one of them, he thinks to himself. You never used to ask this many questions - you’ve grown a lot bolder.

“Always so curious,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Sleep. It’s late. We can talk in the morning.”

“I need to go to the bathroom first.” 

“Do you have to?”

“Yes,” you yawn and he reluctantly lets you carefully detangle yourself from him, hissing a little when he pulls out. “I’ll be quick, promise.” You look at him over your shoulder as you stand to leave. “Just so you know Suguru, I wouldn’t mind if you did that again.”

He smirks, reaching out to teasingly swat at your ass. “I know, darling. That’s why you’re mine.”

Kurokenhina. Do u see My vision 👀

I am loving your vision.

kenma jokes that hinata is their little boytoy but he is very much a loved boyfriend.

kuroo is a romantic. like loves cliches, watches romcoms, cries at weddings. it shows in how he shows his love. he says cheesy things, sets up expensive dates, he had grand gestures of affection. he'd scream that he loves his boyfriends from the rooftops if he could. he uses kenmas credit card for the expensive dates, btw.

kenma gets so flustered, even if it is just kuroo. hinata loves it. he thinks its fun, he likes to be spoiled. hinata loves to be wined and dined.

kenma buys his boyfriends anything they seem even slightly interested in. like hinata will just ask. but kuroo has the mentality of "do I really need it?" so he doesn't end up buying something only for it to end up on his desk wrapped up with a bow tie and a little note that says "enjoy"

hinata does like to pay for things in return though. like he'll always try to cover for dinner, tries to get a gift for kenma in return, pay for groceries, like anything. he doesn't keep track of what he "owes" but he does always try to repay.

hinata likes to include his boyfriends in everything he does. he likes do the things his boyfriends are doing. he just loves spending time with them and doing things with them.

kenma loves to sit in their laps as well. he's like. clingy. to an extent. he just loves to be held.

kenma sleeps in between them. kuroo and hinata are trying to cuddle and then kenma pries his way in the middle of them. he doesn't even care.

EX-RiNG-FINGER. toji fushiguro

★ summary: perhaps going to your ex-husband‘s costume party wasn‘t the brightest idea.

cw: f! reader, dílf ex-husband!toji, he‘s possessive/clingy, degradation, pwp, quickie, praising, dirty talk, oral (f), overstim, brat taming, hair pulling, size kink, spanks, breeding kink, he’s mean but gets soft in the end, prone bone, reader & toji has 2 kids, angsty unhappy ending ;) (pet names: darling, sweetheart, baby)

★ note: HEY luvs, been a min! this can be read as a follow-up to tinder leg binder — ur choice! heavily inspired from try me by the weeknd :) happy father’s day 2 the #1 daddy toji !!!

STARBOY M.LiST

“ . . . Darlin’,” You let off a silent blow, pausing dead in your tracks once you spotted Toji— your ex-husband of three years. The ballroom was loud, blaring with booming music, you recognized a lot of Toji‘s friends and co-workers scattered everywhere, socializing with one another in their costumes for the event. Toji stood tall, intimidatingly with both hands buried into his pockets. He wore a black tuxedo— a matching grey tie along with long jet-black slacks and similar shoes to go along with the outfit. He looked suave. Your guess was that he was James Bond from the infamous 007 action movie. “You look gorgeous,” he muttered, snapping you out of your thoughts. You stared up at him, clenching onto your martini glass as he spoke. “I was staring to think you wasn‘t gonna show. But you always do. Like a good girl.”

You narrowed your eyes at Toji before staring up at him, and he‘s still showcasing that same arrogant smug expression on his face. “….I only came to say congratulations for starting your new business, Toji,” you muttered, taking another sip of your drink. “That‘s all.”

“Hmm,” Toji hums, glancing around the ballroom before placing his hands on his hips, his green eyes practically undressing you. “Oh. I get it. Heh. You showed up with a little date, right? What a shame. I‘d love to meet the lucky guy. Let him know who he’s dealing with,” and then Toji smugly snickers. “Warn him much of a brat you are.”

“You never changed,” you spoke in a vexed tone, ignoring his remark. Toji‘s eyebrows slightly raised as he listens to you speak, the way he gave you his uninvited attention never failed to make you somewhat remotely nervous. “What do you want Toji?” and his green eyes stares into yours, his gaze a bit more stoic he was always very hard to read. “Just spit it out already.”

Toji takes your martini glass that was halfway filled with some sweet tangy liquor drink, and he drank it up— you glared at him, and he chuckles lowly before swiping a tongue against his lips, staring back down at you. “Well, since you asked sweetheart, I . . . just wanna talk. A good mature talk with my pretty little wife,” and Toji walks a bit closer towards you, you stand still as he brings a hand towards your face, using the soft pad of his thumb to wipe some of the excess drink from the very side of your lip. “Alone.”

“If you‘re gonna start dating again, at least pick someone that looks better than me, baby.” Toji chuckles as you sat on his bed. The bed that used to be yours and his— you just decided to be reasonable and hear Toji out, and by the sounds of it he sounds very jealous. You weren‘t dating anyone actually, you brought a friend but, still. You glared at him and he hums to himself before bringing his glass up to his lips— taking another long sip before speaking again in a gruff gravely voice. “Heh. I bet he can‘t make you wet like I can.”

You blink twice, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared up at Toji and you wanted to wipe that smirk right clean from his face. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me little girl,” Toji replies, walking towards you. He makes you stand up and you suddenly grow weak in the knees — Toji looks down at you, and he makes you stare at him, lightly bringing a hand on your chin to face him since you‘ve always sucked at eye contact. The familiar scent of his cologne— it was always so intoxicating, making you dizzy from how good it smelt— making him even more attractive than he already was. “Giving me attitude and back talk,” he scoffs, “When was the last time you’ve got fucked right, baby? And I mean properly.”

Immediately, you felt your face get hot. Was he serious? Then again— it never surprised you, you lived, married, and had children with this smug, conceited arrogant epitome of a man. But you loved him, maybe a part of you still did.

Your eyebrows formed to another furrow the more he stared at you with those haughty green eyes of his. “…I don’t have to tell you anything, Toji. I saw you talking with that woman downstairs by the piano. I’m sure she’s dying for you to fuck her.”

Toji swiftly rolls his eyes at your answer. “Why fuck her when I can fuck my pretty girl right now instead?” And he brings a hand up to your lavish expensive necklace that shimmered against the reflecting light of the chandelier that was directly shoved the two of you. Whilst doing so— you spotted Toji still wearing his wedding ring. Even after three years. You stared at him, feeling the room suddenly get hot all of a sudden. There was no noise being created except for the blaring hearing of your own heartbeat pulsing out of your chest practically, and the sounds of the near deafening classical music blasting downstairs with the guests socializing and having a good time together.

“….Don‘t call me that.” You muttered. Hearing him address you as his wife did something to you.

“Or what?” He raises his eyebrows out of pure amusement. “I can call you anything I want and you’ll still get wet from it like a nasty girl. It’s pretty damn funny,” and you gulp quietly, watching Toji lean up close directly against your ear. “You used to love hearing me call you princess and baby,” he slyly speaks, and you feel him plant a kiss near the left side of your neck, “Orrrrr if we were nasty, my little whore or bitch. You really liked that, didn’t you, darlin’?”

“…………”

“Awww,” Toji purrs seductively, real low before staring back up at you, his black hair was slightly messy— even more so after he ran a hand through it. “You miss me. You miss your loving baby daddy. So cute I—”

“Shut up, Toji.” You glared, tugging down on your dark black dress that hugged your figures and curves perfectly.

“Oh yeah?” He cackles, and buried his hands in his long black slack pockets once more. Toji was just so smug, his tone was full of it completely before that same annoying smirk pressed against his pink lips. “Make me.”

And you definitely made him shut up alright— with his face in between your thighs, eating you out like an absolute starved man.

“….Tojiiiii….” you gasped, laid back against the bed, head pressed against the fat satin black colored pillow. If Toji was good at anything, it was eating a girl out— he could work his tongue for hours, no matter if tears streamed down your face or you try to pry him off while you’re still extremely overly sensitive. “F-Fuck,” you whined, and his tongue laid flat against your folds, he was nose deep— the very tip of cartilage swiping against your cunt like a credit card. His green eyes occasionally flicked up at you— and he gripped onto your thighs firmly. Toji didn‘t even have the decency to take off your dress yet, he just casually rolled it up and got straight to eating his favorite meal.

Your eyes nearly started to roll into the very very depths of your skull, his tongue eliciting all sorts of whiney moans from the back of your throat. You couldn‘t lie to yourself— you missed Toji, or maybe that was your pussy talking for you. His tongue, you missed a lot, and especially with how sloppy he was. Toji was always a messy eater, spitting all over your sopping folds— watching some of his own spit trickle down between your slit only to lick it up again— lapping with his tongue before sliding a finger inside of your cunt . . easily sucking it in. His chin was sheeny, covered with your slick, yet Toji could care less.

“Dammit…. T-Toji… we need to go downstairs,” you moaned, a hand reaching into his messy hair, pulling him briefly to look up at you. “You’re gonna have your toast w-with the other guests soon…”

His was so pussy drunk within a few minutes, he looks up at you with a mere glare— jade colored eyes narrowing while he slides his tongue between your pearly nub to watch your thighs shake beneath his grip. “The party can wait sweetheart,” he mumbles, bringing a single kiss to your cunt before grazing a thumb down your slit before spanking it— making you let off a surprised moan. “This pretty wet pussy can’t.”

Your mouth slightly goes agape— a tiny whimper leaving your dampened lips, legs continuing to shake and shake as if it was a violent rumbling roar of an incoming earthquake. “Gonna.. cum againnn Toji…..” you babble, and he chuckles once your right leg starts to shake again. He teases you a lot by occasionally stopping and pausing the amazing stimulation — coating your inner thighs with dampened kisses, licking anywhere and everywhere but your poor now neglected pussy and you whimper. “Toji,” you whined, eyebrows starting to furrow and curl together. You chased your own breath like a cat chases a mouse, going on such a crazed high. “Fuck- fuckkkk— Toji…..”

“Heheh,” Toji lowly chuckles— and he‘s disregarding your moans completely. He takes a few moments to depart, creating bite marks near your thighs, tongue softly grazing against the crevices of your legs before diving right back in again. “Funny how your little bratty attitude always disappears whenever I’m eating you out,” and the most sensational rippling orgasm rips out of you— your legs shaking between his firm rough hands that gripped your thighs. Your eyes roll back as you laid slumped on the bed— exhausted while Toji slurps you clean, lapping your savory honeyed slick like a dog. “You don‘t know how much I’ve missed my favorite pussy.”

You whimper— feeling Toji start to eat you out again after your overly dramatic climax, eyes widening as you tugged on his long black strands, a cute attempt to pry him off. “Toji o-okay okay… just fuck me already..”

“Oh? Made up your mind, darlin’?” Toji mutters, sitting up and pushing your body closer towards him. He looked down at you and his stare was so incredibly captivating— pink glistening lips still sheeny with your slick on him, he made a quick swipe, licking his lips clean, tongue simultaneously sliding against his scar and it had no reason being that sexy. Toji leans up close to you, using a thumb to playfully pull your bottom lip flat the more he stared into your eyes. “Just tell me you want me. Tell me you want me and I’ll make you forget all about that dumb date you came here with,” and his eyes lowers, leaning closer towards your face. “Let your husband show how much he‘s missed his pretty wife.”

You nearly let off a whine, feeling Toji bring a knee between your legs— still incredibly sensitive as you glanced up at him. You hated how much of an effect he had on you— even after three years of being divorced. The both of you were always faithful and committed to each other, no one cheated and there were hardly any arguments. But it’s just a way of life, perhaps the two of you got married at the wrong time, besides you’ve always expressed openly on your opinion on how you hated his deadly job of being an assassin. Warning him one day he’d end up in a body bag someday, you’d be a widow alone with your two children he gave you. Toji— like the prideful arrogant man he is, would always reassure you though, that nothing would ever happen to him.

You wanted to believe him. You did.

Little did you know how that would catch up to you in the long run.

But at this moment, you didn‘t care. You missed Toji, it’s been too long— you can’t even remember the last time you’ve even touched yourself. Work and the kids always kept you busy.

“I want you Toji. Please..” You mumbled.

“Aw. I know you do sweetheart,” he coos in a low tone, there‘s a certain rasp to it to make you flutter in not just your heart— but between your legs too. Toji lightly wraps a hand around your neck, and pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss. It was so abrupt, you didn‘t expect it as he caressed a thumb against the middle part of your neck. You moaned in his mouth, it was such a salacious scene of tasting yourself on your ex-husband‘s tongue along with the strong, sweet tang of whiskey on his tongue. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you felt his tongue rub against yours, it was sloppy— even so it only made you let off another whine, feeling Toji graze a hand up your thigh, the slit of your long pitch-black dress exposing your leg briefly as a hand starts to rub against your exposed clit— white laced panties lazily pushed aside by him. To be fair, Toji Fushiguro was never one to take your panties off, he‘s the type to eat a woman out with them still on— he’s always been the kind.

Once he breaks the kiss, you nearly gasp for air, almost feeling dizzy. “Prone bone.” is all he says. Two simple words for such a sultry position, one of his favorites to do on you, and it was as if your body immediately knew what to do.

“But— my dress….” You huffed.

“Nah. Leave it on. We‘ll be quick,” he mumbles, and you lay on your chest on the bed— feeling Toji softly slide his rough hands to pull up your dress, he felt himself grow hard the more he stared at your body, the pretty stockings you wore— hugging against your thighs before you hear him fiddle with his belt. “Been three damn years. Bet I‘ll have to stretch my pretty baby all for me.”

You let off a soft noise, feeling Toji raise your hips up just a bit towards him— it was like doggy, but more sensual, a more thorough way to get deep between your walls which was exactly his intention. “Hurry t-the fuck up Toji or the party‘s gonna be over and—”

“Don‘t rush me little girl,” Toji grumbles, giving your ass a spank and you whine. Right then, you let off a soft moan— feeling Toji rub his angry red reddened tip against your folds. “Mmm,” he kisses his teeth, and he starts to sink himself in, completely stretching you to the maximum point. A pretty whine rips out of your mouth, Toji kneels just a bit further, both of his hands pressed against the smoothness skin of your back before grunting. “Good girl. Don‘t arch that pretty back, just lie— flat down . . and take this dick. It’s missed you a lot. Heh.”

“Stretching me, Toji,” you whimpered, softly nibbling on your bottom lip— your mouth slightly opened, feeling his length hug tight against your walls. He lets off a grunt, a low one that‘s filled with such rasp it makes your desperate pudenda twitch and pulsate. “F-Fuck.. ’s big..”

Toji hums smugly to himself, and you let off a gasp, feeling him drag both of your arms, pinning them behind your back, holding both with one hand with ease before he presents a steady pace only to start meanly drilling into you. “Squeezin’ down on me so tight darlin’. . . ,” he grunts— and you let off another choked gasp, Toji taking you roughly from behind, both of your wrists restrained by him. A tiny smirk tugs on his lips even though Toji can‘t physically see you as he‘s jackhammering his hardened length between your slipper folds, he’d bet good money your mouth’s all open, eyes rolling back to very very end of your cranium. “Tell me something baby,” Toji sniggers, and each spot makes you moan for him louder and louder. “You let anyone else touch her?”

“Touch….? Touch who..?” You stammered cutely.

“Touch my pussy, whore,” he growls, spanking your ass and you swear underneath your breath. Toji‘s weight slightly hovers over you ass his hips continue to strike against you, it feels so good, you almost forgot how good of a fuck your husband was.

Ex-husband anyway.

Only he knew all the spots and angles, the areas to make you whine and scream— and he carried that fact with him proudly as if it was a trophy.

“No…” You moaned, your voice a bit shaky as he still gripped onto your wrists, biting your lip.

“Ya sure, baby?” He replies, and his tone is full of smugness, you always hated how condescending he was— so annoying, always having the last and final say in things, that annoying smirk forever and always plastered on him — oh, how you‘ve always dreamt of just wiping it off his face. “You don’t gotta lie to me, hon. It’s okay if you were a little horny while we were divorced, heh.”

You swallow whatever source of pride you had left, not even caring anymore— your body got shivers from feeling his fingertips start to ghost against the strap that hung over your shoulder from your dress. “Maybe a few… one n-night stands.”

“Awww,” he purrs, and you feel him repeatedly piston his hips against you from behind— going mad with his thrusts to where it has you babbling words of complete nothings. “Any of your little bitches fuck like me though? Bet they can‘t. This pretty pussy stays all wet just—” and he pauses, letting off a mean low grunt, “Just for me,” and his voice lowers an octave, it‘s an almost seductive whisper, it sends you shivers everywhere, the feeling of Toji‘s weight primarily being against you— casually taking you from being and snatching off such moans from your throat, it felt way too good— you even started to question why the two of you divorced in the first place. “Such a pretty girl.”

Bawling the black satin sheets into your hand, you whine, feeling him drag his left hand to hold towards the back of your neck as he kept up a pace— all you could hear was Toji‘s smug laughter, you nearly gagged, feeling him suddenly shove his fingers into your mouth and he didn‘t expect you to start sucking on them. “So nasty for me,” he grunts, the crown of his cock hitting against your g-spot to make you cry out his name it was so loud, it reverberates and rings all across the room, shutting out the music from downstairs completely. “You close baby?” He hums, hearing your whines get more louder— Toji removes his fingers from your mouth, watching your own spit depart and he smears it all on your face, smudging your lipstick in the process— total asshole. “Heh. So cute.”

“Gonna cummmm… Toji…” You moaned, eyes rolling way back. He was hitting every spot, the way his hips mercilessly rolled— rough but gentle at the same time to send you to complete perplexed convulsions got you so dizzy. “S’good…. have to cum p-please.”

“Dunno if you deserve it,” Toji grumbles, bringing your ask a spank and you whine— the scenario was so lewd that your tongue started to loll out, only Toji could get you like this, being such a dirty side out of you. “How ‘bout you beg for me a little, hm? Do that and I‘ll maybe consider it, sweetheart.”

You whimpered— the red tip of his shaft brushing constantly against your sweet spots, it had your toes curling and back nearly arching.

“Toji…..”

“Y/N…..” He mocks your whiney pathetic voice. Toji purposely butchers your tone, changing his low rough voice to how you spoke. It was embarrassing. Some dare say even humiliating. You wanted to smack him— you nearly gasped, feeling him grab a fistful of your hair from behind, a hand lightly held against your neck. “You heard what the fuck I said. Beg or you can make yourself cum, whore.”

You let off a tiny whine— feeling his pelvis smack, pat, and thwack against you as he jerked his hips from behind you, sending you to a complete trance. “Please Toji, lemme c-cum please,” you spoke in a quiet voice, you sounded so pathetic, white noise feeling your ears as you let your ex-husband pound you into the mattress. The mattress the two of you both shared way before, wasting many days away by just laying in bed together, doing nothing but talking. You‘d be lying if you say that you didn‘t miss Toji, you brought out the best in him. Even though that took a long time— he‘s never been one to settle down, he ran through women like it‘s nothing but that all stopped once he met you. As cliche as it sounds, it‘s true. Toji‘s still the annoying cold-hearted smug bastard he always was when you were with him three years ago, but in a way you got him to soften up, especially when the two of you created two beautiful kids of your own— not to mention how both of them were the exact spitting image of him. But again, perhaps the two of you just married at the wrong time.

“Go ahead,” he snaps you out of your thoughts, soft slender fingers caressing the back of your throat. “Cum all on me baby,” and he leans in, kissing the top of your forehead as he still claimed you from behind— his girth tremendously expanding inside of you, you almost forgot how stupidly big Toji was. He always knew how to stretch you out with pure and total ease. “That‘s it relax, pretty girl. Make a mess on your husband. I‘ll clean you right up, yeah?”

“F-Fuck Toji…” You cried out, and the way he talked you through your orgasm was so sexy, you felt his hips stutter and slow down just a bit for you, a hand still tightly wrapped around your neck. The coil within you snapped, gnawing down on your lip— you came and it felt so good, you can‘t remember the last time you climaxed, let alone that good. Toji gets all close and personal next to your ear as he‘s still buried deep between your gummy walls, warm breath brushing against your earlobe— you could smell the rich liquor on his tongue as your eyes rolled back, still making a mess from his fat cock bullying your folds completely. “Fucking h-hate you. All you know how to do right is f—fuck me good. Nothin’ else..”

“Heheheh, is that right?” Toji lowly chuckles, and he flips you over right after you came— watching you try to catch up with your breath. You landed on your back with a soft oof, and watched as Toji started to tear off your dress. “Listen little bitch,” he purrs, sounding so smug as he completely ripped it into shreds— you were way too sensitive from just climaxing that you didn‘t really care. Toji found it cute even in your state, you‘d still always find a way to act like a brat. “. . . Got some nerve saying shit like that,” and then he slyly smiles, realigning himself— his facial expressions contorts, obsidian colored eyebrows raising at your mouth starting to open, feeling him start to go inside again, “You want me to fuck you harder, that it? Beat this sloppy pussy up just for you?” And he gets closer to your face, within seconds he‘s balls deep and you moan lewdly, your legs wrapping around his slim waist before he snickers, “I get it. You ant another baby, don‘t you sweetheart? How ‘bout I give you two more, make you extra filled so you can shut the fuck up. Be a pretty little mommy for me all over again. So gorgeous with your tummy all swollen.”

“Please—” You nodded pathetically, wrapping your arms around his neck. Toji still had his tuxedo on, and regardless of the beads of sweat starting to drip down his forehead, he looked so incredibly handsome. The rich black color really coordinated with his matching hair color and made his dark viridescent green eyes pop each second he second he looked at you. “Fill me up Toji. Make me a mommy again.”

He chuckles, pressing a hand against your tummy, feeling how deep he was truly reaching and it made you let off a tiny hiss— the back of your left ankle rubbing against his slim waist, the colliding against the sheer fabric of his suit. “Was kidding but I knew you‘d be into that shit. Nasty girl. But fine. I‘ll give my pretty baby as many kids as she wants.” Toji‘s voice is rough as he speaks before he leans in— bringing you into a deep carnally kiss. You moaned into his mouth again, holding onto him tight as you felt him pound into you— getting you so dizzy, nearly choking on your own pants. As his body pressed against you, you slightly opened your mouth, feeling his tongue drag against yours, and it was so sensual, occasionally he‘d bite down on your lip to tease you.

This kiss had so much emotion, you hadn‘t realized how much you missed Toji— funny enough, you only realize it while he‘s deep inside you, stirring your insides up like pancake batter. The kiss was primarily angry— it was long and purely relentless, honeyed, sweet, and incredibly sloppy, Toji missed you too, as stubborn as he was. No woman could ever compare to you in his eyes. As when you two were dating— and broke up after the fact, he‘d always still moan out your name with other women, embarrassing himself in the process, sometimes he‘d do it on purpose though. Because he‘s… Toji.

Though— Toji loves to finger other women with his wedding ring still on, imagining that woman‘s you, your pretty cunt tightening around his fingers, whining in his ear with that sweet needy voice of yours that he‘s always grew to know and love.

He kept kissing you until he left you gasping for air, it left your head spinning like a merry-go-round. “So cute,” he grunts— his hips stuttering once more as you took his hefty length, you squeezed around him so tight it makes him angrily suck his teeth. His tip of his dick massaged your inner walls as if it‘s profession was a masseuse— the way his mean antagonizing thrusts hits against you left you almost hypnotized, yearning, begging, and pleading for more in that whiney pathetic voice. “….Fucking dammit,” Toji spats, feeling his muscles tighten against you— he felt himself getting closer and closer. He cups your chin, staring dead at you, and you could never read his expression, that same stoic sly façade he always kept up like some sort of wall that could never be broken. “Gonna fill you all up, baby. Fuck a whole— heh . . daycare into you. That‘s what you want, ain‘t it?”

You nod, hands wrapped around him. “Y-Yes Toji please. Stuff me full please, n—need you to breed me s’bad,” you sniffle, and he feels the very heel of your foot trace against his back once more. It was cute. That sly haughty smirk reappears on Toji‘s pink lips— some of your lipstick smudged against his mouth before he bullied his dick further and further against, around, and all between your pretty gummy walls. “Wanna feel you so bad.”

“Baby, you will,” he smugly replies, bringing a kiss the the top of your forehead. The both of you were in missionary now— his pace was so reckless, so frenzied, so hungry. The moans you let out was so salaciously high-pitched and whiney, you could hardly even recognize yourself. Both bodies pressed against each other— you felt as if your temperature was through the roof, the crown head of his cock brushing against that infamous g-spot of yours, transmitting your vision to see pure white— it was dramatic, almost as if this scene was out of some hollywood movie. “F-Fuck,” he grunts, bringing a kiss towards the outline of your jaw. “Be a good girl and take it all for me. Saved all this s-shit for you for so long, darlin’.”

And within seconds, Toji‘s pelvis slightly tilts against yours, you felt your back arch just a bit and he‘s spewing out stringy velvety ropes of cum inside of you— and it‘s a lot, it almost makes your mouth start to water. Toji slows his unrelenting pace down as he‘s climaxing— he‘s deep inside your walls that‘s tightly holding him captivate. His breath gets shaky and heavy— both sides of his face starting to burn a bright red, growing flustered as he lets off a deep baritone-like grunt.

Then Toji pulls out for a brief moment, a hand pressed against your stomach while he swipes the tip of his sensitive frenulum part of his rubs against your cunt that‘s spilling with his thick bands of cum. “Tojiiiiii—” you whined, and he was teasing you, rubbing the head of his dick against the mess that was just being created, almost as if he couldn‘t take his eyes away. As if he was mesmerized by his own seed spilling out of your pretty swollen pussy. “M-More.”

He snickers scornfully, sliding a hand up your thigh, before pushing both legs towards your knees, his grip is strong and firm.

“Greedy ass woman,” he sucks his teeth, and his tone is contemptuous and playful— still very much arrogant. “Don‘t be mad at me if you end up with triplets.”

Toji brings you into another deep kiss, and you whimper once he shoves your knees towards your chest, he continued to piston his hips into you as his lips locked against yours— by now you forgot all about the plus one you brought with you, much less the fact the two of you were at a party to celebrate Toji‘s occupational success. But yet here he was, his own version of celebrating— by using your sweet loving cunt as a gift, he was grateful, even if he wouldn’t be caught alive saying that directly to you.

He looked so drunk— off of love, Toji‘s eyes were half-lidded as he kept switching through multiple positions with you, using your sweet pussy as if it was a bucket to store all tremendous thick ropes of his cum. He was touchy— he couldn‘t help it after ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your pretty long black dress that was practically ruined and torn now thanks to him, he couldn’t help but run the calloused tips of his fingers against your figure, watching you spasm and lose yourself completely on his cock.

“Gonna c—cum again Toji,” you sputtered, and you were riding him now, he‘s slumped back against his pillow, his eyes never leaving your perfect body. Toji slowly licks his lips as he watches you babble over and over from his cock disappearing over and over between your clenching folds, gripping onto your waist before pulling you towards him. He slid the top part of your dress down, sliding your bra aside, and starts to flick his tongue teasingly against your perky hardened nipple. He cups his lips around it, his dark green eyes staring, glaring at you as you kept riding him. “F-Fuck…” You whined, and Toji was so whipped for you, he didn‘t even have to say anything.

His tongue continued to swirl around your pretty swollen nipple, and you let off a whine, feeling him playfully nip and bite on it— hearing him let off a low chuckle. “Mmm. Taste so sweet,” he says in a raspy tone, departing his lips before cupping your right breast, squeezing it firmly. “Gonna cum again for me darlin’? Go ahead. Be nasty for me.” he purrs, shoving you directly into his chest, a rough hand starched to your waist, another clasped near the very back of your neck.

You whimper as your thighs ache and twitch— the way your hips jerked against him before you lost total composure, coming again, and at this point, you‘ve lost count of how many climaxes Toji‘s stole out of you. The fire in your abdomen burned greatly like a wildfire, tears poking your eyes and he gruffly chuckles at your dumb state. Once you rolled off of him, you laid beside him— panting while staring up at the ceiling.

“Thanks for ruining my dress, asshole.” You glared, still speaking in a breathy tone— lightly nudging him.

Toji slyly smiles, pulling you close towards him, wrapping an arm around you. “I’ll eat you out again as an apology, woman.”

It was like time stood still for a moment as the both of you tried to recollect breaths, then Toji made you face him, lying down on the bed to stare towards you, and his face looked like it softened. “I wasn‘t lying though. I miss my wife.”

“Really..?” You mumbled, deadpanning.

“Yeah,” he replies, sitting up— his hair was messy yet still attractive before he lets off a sigh. “I invited you here so we could try again, you know? I know there‘s been times I’ve been a lousy husband to you, not really there for you and the kids because of how much time I spend at work . . . ” and he speaks, you stare at him, taking in every word he says— he sounds serious, not as cocky and conceited as he usually does.

“Let’s start over. For us, for our children, Y/N. I’m not the same man I was when you last saw me, and I wanna change for you,” and he kissed the top of your forehead. “I know I can be an arrogant idiot but I wanna do better, I promise,” and he genuinely looks like he means ever word, his face was a lot more relaxed— not as stern. “You’ll always be the love of my life, sweetheart. Every single rebound or hookup that I’ve had for the past three years I just kept seeing your cute ass. Your pretty face, those soft loving eyes and that annoying glare you always give me when I’m right about something,” he chuckles before then having a change of attitude—he grumbles, avoiding eye contact for a little. “. . . Even though it pains me to say that out loud, I mean it. Let’s re-marry again. I’ll do everything in my power for us all to be a happy family again. You me and the kids. Nothing else matters. I love you and only you, baby.”

You take a moment to sink in his words, and it felt like dozens of knives struck in your heart— you’ve always felt the same way, you’ve just been waiting for Toji to finally say it back. And he did. The last time you heard Toji murmur those three words, eight letters, ‘I love you,’ was practically three years ago— and it stung hard like a deadly wasp, hearing him say it again.

“…Toji,” you sniffled, staring deep into his green eyes, hearing your heart pulse through your ears. “I lov—”

But before you could say, ‘I love you back,’ you abruptly woke up next to your two children beside you. You woke up confused, eyebrows furrowing. The literal same bed as your dream— you’re laid on the side where Toji usually sleeps, slept, and it was cold and empty, deserted.

Then it all came crashing back into you.

Your ex-husband was dead. Gone.

Long long gone. He died months ago while trying to assassinate a pricey bounty— some one by the name of Gojo Satoru who just so happens to work at Jujutsu High— who happens to even teach and train your children to be a strong and ruthless sorcerer. Just like their late daddy. A single tear rolled down your face, you felt angry, everything . . was a dream—? But he wanted to get back together, start over and re-marry. You were gonna give him another chance, and he was so happy about it. It’s like all the words he said to you in that dream kept replaying over and over and over again in your head like a broken record.

“What‘s wrong mom? Is it the hormones again?”

You blinked, staring up at your eldest son— a teenager that looked like the spitting image of Toji.

“Huh.. what?” You spoke, confused.

Your son trails his eyes towards your stomach, and you rub a hand against your bare tummy that happened to be…. round? You froze, the realization hitting you like a truck.

He got you pregnant again, as he promised. The two of you were keen on having a few more kids. Toji wanted more boys while you wanted more girls, formulating many different cute baby names to come up with together. The two of you planned to even re-marry after you had your unborn babies— it was oh so adorable.

But your husband‘s dead, and you were all alone.