Im Not Seducing The Female Leads Obsessive Father!

I’m not seducing the female lead’s obsessive father!

[yandere!regis floyen x agent!reader headcanons]

PART FIVE: THIS IS A HAPPY ENDING?

PART FOUR

warning: spoilers from the manhwa, obsessive behavior, explicit language, implied violence. Please take caution.

Happy holidays, guys! I’m back from my break and slowly writing fanfics again with a little Christmas cheer: this is the finale of this series. I still can’t wrap my head around how much positive reception I’ve received, and I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for being so supportive, and I really hope you’ll stick around to see what happens next in The Chapter Chronicles!

Special thanks to @rouecentric, @honestly-oceanie , @d10nsaint and @impeakcharacterdesign for their help, getting this segment before Christmas would not been possible without these amazing people. So without being said guys, sit back, relax, and let’s dive into the final chapter :)

News of the carriage accident spread like wildfire across the Ashet Empire. 

After she received news that her father had collapsed, Sheila Griddlebone departed from an unknown residence that she was visiting at the time and ordered the driver to return to the marquis’ estate promptly.  But just when it seemed like things would be all right…the horses bolted down the road as if they were possessed by a devil. The driver tried to reign in the horses, yet they did not heed his commands. Instead, he jumped off the carriage, concerned only for his safety and not the young woman entrusted in his care. He could only watch as the carriage went down a steep hill, careening into a forested area before the back of it slammed into an enormous tree. 

If it hadn’t been the coachmen’s guilty conscience or that they were passing through an area under the protection of another aristocrat, Lady Griddlebone would not have made it. Especially when a commoner just so happened to be quite familiar with tools to pry the carriage door open when it had been pushed inwards, including having many friends who were willing to help. So long as they were rewarded by their lord, of course. 

Blessedly, Lady Griddlebone was alive but currently in a coma. Marquis Griddlebone, who was perfectly fine and had not collapsed, was beside himself with grief and vowed revenge on whoever is responsible for this tragedy. 

The upper echelon knew Lady Griddlebone worked closely with her father in the palace and proved herself to be a worthy heir, so she could not have purposely staged an accident to gain his attention. Someone wanted to kill her and make it seem like an accident, or the fault lied with the Griddlebone employees being careless as it is customary to check on any issues with the carriage before driving it. 

No witnesses, no one would dare come forward to confess the crime of attempted murder on a marquis’ daughter. DNA evidence did not even exist in this world. 

So why? LaRue thought. Why is it that even with all of my hard work, destroying the evidence, I am still the one that has taken the blame for the crime?!  

Presently she is in a carriage herself, rattling against the dirt road as orange and red hues of the sunset begin to bloom in the evening sky. Today had been like any other day for her: leisurely enjoying the life of a lazy, wealthy woman who finally removed the obstacle between herself and marrying Duke Floyen. 

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Yandere Job Letter

To whom it may concern,

On behalf of our wonderful CEO, founder, and employer, we are pleased to announce that you have been chosen! For what, you may be asking? Our benevolent, hard working, completely loving boss has asked us to reach out to you in hopes of making you their newest spouse!

You may have concerns about early relationship statuses and learning who our wonderful boss even is, but we assure you, this choice is fast, easy, simple, and will please him greatly! You will be granted an option to either dress formally or casually for your initial meeting, where we will discuss exactly what it is our boss has decided to do with you.

He wants some of the details to be saved for the meeting, which the time and date will be stated by the end of this letter. However, he has graced us with the privilege to tell you a few points of interest, to excite you even more for this lovely “agreement”

-While you will be terminated from your previous profession and status, he will provide all financial needs for you into the foreseeable future

-No other employees will be able to bother you or harass you anymore, and given permission, we happy workers will be thrilled to take care of unfavorable employees

-Romantic gestures full of what (from what our employer believes) you find desirable (whether or not you accept is optional) including meals, kissing, pet names, gift giving, and marking of your skin (be that with teeth, kisses, or etc.)

While we’d love to state you are joining this relationship “at will” let it be known, if you try to leave this partnership at any time, you will be subjected to any, and all precautions necessary to keep you and our boss happy. That may include, but is not limited to-

-Taking away electronic privileges

-Lying to your loved ones about your location and condition

-Binding and restraining you by the hands, neck, feet, or more

-Using pharmaceuticals to subdue you

-Taking away your right to speak with a gag, or even shutting out all methods of communication (aside from with our wonderful employer!) off

NOTE: These methods vary, some are more intense while others are just a simple reprimand! There is no limit to what we will do for him and this wonderful company.

We encourage you to think over this opportunity and prepare for a wonderful new life! We expect you to show up on Wednesday, 11:15 AM in whichever attire you decided to choose listed above.

This offer will never expire, however, we do expect a positive response, otherwise we might try more invasive and dare we say, troubling methods. All questions will be answered at the given meeting above, and any ones not addressed we can happily reply to once our boss gives us permission to.

We look forward to having you as a part of our team, and keeping our boss in love and beyond happy.

See you soon,

Lovely Smiles Corp.

( I hope tumblr doesn't mess up the formatting lol. I didn't have a specific character in mind, and more or less went with a brainwashed or cult like job facility, and I've never written a job letter before so I hope it isn't too bad! If you enjoyed, let me know! I could make more in the future!

-Mommabean)

✵ SHIELDED HEART ✵

MMA!Toji realizing how much he misses his journalist, and hoping that she’s still thinking about him.

✵ MMA!Toji Fushiguro x journalist!reader ✵

✵ connected to this fic if you wanna read it first

✵ tags — slight angst, m!receiving blowjob, squirting, age gap (20/36), nsfw, MDNI (18+) size kink, corruption kink, fingering, penetrative s*x, major pussy slapping, cock worship, cum slut, biting, spit kink, praise kink, brat taming, crying kink, pet names, dumbification

✵ note — thank u sm for all the comments/reblogs for the first part! I took some suggestions from my inbox for this so thank u to whoever sent some in :) I made this more dramatic than it needed to be — forgive me

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

your hands were deep in your pockets, shoulders raised, shielding your face from the cold gust of wind. your eyes a bit foggy as you quickly crossed the street, trying to keep yourself warm in your large black coat and green scarf, nuzzling your face into it for some more warmth. Watching your warm breath sizzle in the cold air. Until you finally reached your destination.

the sound of grunts and bags being hit, washed in, stumbling in to close the door before another gust of cold air blew in. your face felt frozen, as you shuffled inside. letting out a shaky breath. As your eyes scanned the gym.

ever since that night, you had not seen each other. Toji was more than irritated. He had let you put your number in his phone after eating breakfast at a nice little restaurant. He found it adorable when you stood in front of him anxiously typing it in.

“your fingers are shaking,” he pointed, with a smug grin. Your brows knit together, frustrated how flustered you still are around him.

“they’re not,” you shot back.

“mmm,” he said, holding in his laughter as he watched your face scrunch up in annoyance. Quickly adding your name and handing him his phone back.

“my hands…they’re just cold,” you reply, not necessarily lying since it was freezing out and your hands were ice. Rubbing them together for some warmth, selling the half lie a bit. Toji licked his lips, taking note of the way he could see his breath fog in the air. Your breath hitched as you felt the warmth of his palms enclose yours.

“your body run cold?” Toji comments, the stark contrast of his warm hands holding your cold ones, sent a warm blush running up your neck. Your lips parted to answer, but your voice fell off once he raised your hands to his lips, breathing against your digits, warming them up. “no more complaining?” His eyes looking down at you, taking note of the adorable way your lips were parted.

“wasn’t complaining…” you mumble, feeling your stomach flip as he kept his hands around yours, his lips ghosting your fingers with his hot breath. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes mesmerized by the light pink that dusted his nose, and his green lidded eyes that stood out. Eyes glancing down at his wet lips. Somehow your body had a mind of its own as your index finger slowly peaked out, touching his bottom lip.

toji smiled against your finger as he let you gently feel the warmth of his plump lips. he parted them some more letting his tongue touch the digit. His eyes stayed on you, watching your gaze that was locked on his lips. Even after he pounded you last night, taking your little virginity away, and the way he fucked you so easily this morning, you still had the innocence in your big doe eyes. He wanted to ruin you. Every second of every minute. You were in the palm of his hand, he can do as he pleases with you. The cute scrunch of your nose when he bit your finger, had him absolutely melting.

“Toji Fushiguro! That’s you isn’t it!” Your hand immediately slipped from his lips as two men came over jittery. Clearly fans. “Oh man I saw your fight last night, that was incredible! The way you—“

“If you don’t mind,” Toji brushed them off with an annoyed grunt, before his hand came over to your back, getting ready to leave.

“Shit, could we get a signature man. I’ve been a fan for years,” the man pleaded, as the other stood beside you. Toji’s grip tightened on your waist. He was indeed an athlete. However, that’s all he wanted. Dealing with fans, press, whatever the fuck that wasn’t his opponent, always made him tick. Then of course, there was you, he wouldn’t leav—

“It’s fine, I’ll just wait here,” you chimed in. You felt guilty. These boys were clearly big fans, and you didn’t want to get in the way. Toji couldn’t get a word in because you already stepped away, his grip falling absent, allowing the boys to come over.

the fighters jaw tightened as he quickly signed what was in front of him. His eyes glancing up at you every second, seeing you holding your little bag strap waiting patiently. Finally finishing up and snapping a picture, he made his way back to you. That’s when his phone rang. You smiled, letting him know it was fine, Toji sucked in a breath, clearly irritated but answering.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, watching him end the call. Toji looked over seeing your hands deep in your pockets, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “oh,” your voice was small, toji was always catching you off guard. the man felt your frozen cheeks. he casually took the green scarf he was wearing and placed it around you, before cupping your face under the scarf, warming them even more.

“When are you free?” Toji’s face was close, trying to block the cold air. However, the distance already had your body heating up, as you tried to remain calm with the way his large hands held your face.

“This week?” You clarified. He nodded. “um uh…” your brain was malfunctioning. Why does he make you feel like this? He makes you so nervous!

“call me, I want to see you,” toji said, his thumb brushing your now warmed up cheeks. Your eyes staring up at him. so cute. “I have some business with my manager. okay?” Your lips parted. But nodding instead, not trusting your voice. Toji’s scar twitched up in a smirk. “what happened to that smart mouth of yours?” Teasing.

“Huh?” Your attitude immediately snapped back, brows pushed together as Toji laughed at the visible vein that popped on your forehead. “Smart mouth my ass, whatever, fine I’ll call you, go do your job, as if I care,” you ramble, rolling your eyes as he laughed, snuggling the scarf closer to your body to keep you warm. “Stop doing that,” you grumble.

“hmm, but you get all red when I do it,” he teased, watching your eyes glare at him and your face burn red, however, you still allowed him to touch you. just him.

“It’s the cold, don’t take credit for that,” you scoff, looking away trying to laugh off the nerves he’s annoyingly giving you.

“such a child,” toji mumbled. Your lips parted turning back to say something, until he caught your lips. Your eyes fluttered in surprise, but your body automatically responded when his tongue peaked out, lips parting for him. Toji smiled as his tongue teased yours, so grateful for your adorable obedience . Your feet pushing up, wanting more of him as his hands held your face, as he pulled away.

Your tongue still hung out as he bit it teasingly, a whine escaping softly. your cheeks were squished in his palms, eyes lidded as Toji did as you wanted, letting his saliva roll down his tongue onto yours before he licked your lips.

“should see yourself. all whiny and needy,” he said, watching your eyes stare up at his a little dazed.

“not whiny,” you pout, which absolutely sent the older man, having your cheeks squished and your lips pouting with his salvia shining on them.

“mmm okay, I’m leaving now. Didn’t you say your apartment was close?” he said, you nodded letting him know you were okay. Toji hummed, giving you a kiss on the forehead. You felt your heart jump. “call me.” He finally said, before taking a step back.

“Your scarf,” you stutter out.

“Didn’t you say you were red and freezing cuz of the cold?” Toji walked away, waving a hand. You rolled your eyes, jerk. You stood there for awhile before finally making your way back home. You took multiple wrong turns, lost in your head until you finally arrived at your apartment.

You crashed into your bed, nuzzling your face further into the scarf. Smells like him, you blushed, remembering his touch and lips, your legs unconsciously squeezing together. Would it be too fast to let him know when you’re free now? You felt your heart beating a bit quicker. But he’s not some sleazy college guy, he’s an adult, so does the waiting matter?

Opting to wait just a couple more hours, you got ready to head to work. Which was useless since all you thought about was the man that pounded you this morning and bought you a new camera. Your finger gently touching your lips. “Did you finally get that interview?” Your co-worker broke your thoughts, snatching your hand away from your lips.

“Oh—ya, finishing up the transcript right now,” you said, as your coworker asked how you did it. You waved her off saying you did as she said. It wasn’t until you returned home from work that you sprinted into your room ready to call toji and tell him you’re free tomorrow. But the moment you opened your phone, your body froze.

you put your number on his phone…in other words you have to wait for him to call you first…

Your eye twitched in slight annoyance. So why the fuck did he tell you to call him!?

Tossing your phone on your bed, you stormed out, to grab some food from the fridge. Annoying ass athlete. You grumbled to yourself. However the annoyance quickly dissolved into insecurity. No way he said all that just to purposely ghost you right? No—definitely not. Just give it some time…yes time.

Toji’s fist clenched once he realized what you’d done. This couldn’t have been on purpose. When he opened his phone to call you, your name was half written and you hadn’t finished typing your number. That little…

Toji took a sharp inhale, cooling his head. Of course he noticed how anxious you were typing your number in, then he had to go and tease you about it. You probably got dizzy and typed something fast just to give his phone back quickly.

“Oi Toji get back to it!” Naoya, his training coach, snapped. “You can call your side whores later—“

Toji glared at the man, letting his words cut off.

Naoya cleared his throat. “Get back to it. You have a flight to catch at the end of the week, don’t forget!”

You spent the entire week checking your phone. Did he not want to call you. Were you really a bother? When he said he hated journalists, did that really mean you too? All these thoughts continued to eat you alive, until you finally decided to head over to the gym and see for yourself.

And that’s how you ended up here. Your hand held the green scarf, not having washed it for a week, because you didn’t want to loose his smell. Your eyes scanned the gym, he wasn’t here. You didn’t know why your chest was tightening, you just wanted to see him—

“Can I help you?” A man who was working out came to you. His eyes bright blue, and hair white. “You’re that journalist that came last week, right?” He remembered, having been there.

“Uh ya…um is toji-san here?” You asked, eyes still looking around for him.

“Ah you just missed him. He left this morning to catch a flight.”

“A flight?” Your voice jumped a bit.

“He’s just going for some sponsorship meetings. I think he’s coming back in two weeks. Do you want me to give him a message?” Gojo asked. Your nails played with the loose string of your jacket.

“yes…if you can just give him my number and tell him I stopped by. if you don’t mind, of course,” you say, not knowing how to feel just yet about waiting two weeks.

“don’t mind at all. anything for a pretty lady,” Gojo smiled. you smiled thanking him, Taking the little post it with your name and number. You thanked him again, making him laugh before making your exit. You stood outside for a moment. Hoping that maybe toji didn’t call you because he was busy, and hopefully when he gets your message he’ll call you. You didn’t want to be a bother, you really didn’t want to get in his way…but…but you couldn’t help thinking about him. Is that so bad?

“Hello, what is it?” Naoya answered the phone, a bit irritated.

“Fuck you have his phone for?” Gojo groaned hearing Noaya’s annoying ass voice. He never knew why Toji hired him.

“What is it?” Noaya snapped.

“is toji there?” Gojo asked, holding the post it in his hand.

“No he’s shooting an ad right now, what do you need?” snapping again, Gojo rolled his eyes. Toji needs a new coach honestly.

“That journalist girl stopped by. Just left a message if you could let toji know,” Gojo said, rubbing his eye.

“Journalist gir—“ Noaya stopped remembering. Was that why Toji was frustrated. The journalist is smothering him. “Give me the message I’ll let him know.”

“I’ll just call back—“

“Just give me the message,” Noaya snapped.

“Who was that?” Toji asked coming over to Naoya who ended the call. Noaya waved him off.

“Gojo called just telling you about some boxes that were dropped off with the new gloves,”Noaya lied easily. Toji didn’t respond. Was he expecting that you called? That you found some way to contact him?? Toji took a deep breath, calming his frustrations. He was not some little high school kid, he’s been married before, had a kid, man has a whole life, yet he’s hung up on this little journalist. But…

he missed you. your touch. your voice. your warmth. he may know very little about you…but he wants more. that’s all he wants. more more more. The only thing quenching his need is the photo he took of you last week. He wished he’d gotten another picture, but he’d have to make due with this one.

You never truly understood romantic relationships. it just never appealed to you. Well maybe you never took the time to understand them—yet…yet this fighter is occupying your mind 24/7. You left the message with that one man about three weeks ago. Didn’t he say he would be gone for two weeks? Does that mean that he was back.

“Are you going to be okay?” You looked up at your roommates. The two were packing up to go back home for the break.

“ya, obviously…got the whole place to myself,” you scoffed, as your other roommate came out with her suitcase.

“you hate being alone,” she pointed, making you roll your eyes.

“alone and lonely are different things. Besides I’m gonna go have drinks with some friends tonight…” you reassure them. Your roommates raised a brow.

“but you don’t drink…” they say.

“well I’m gonna eat and they’ll drink. One of them is paying for it all, so free food, so I’ll also have some for the rest of the week,” you grin, making the two laugh. They left a couple minutes later, closing the door with a sigh, you walk back to your room before crashing on your bed.

your eyes slightly blurry, suddenly realizing the few tears that slipped down. “so annoying,” you mumbled, burying your face in the duvet, as you let it soak your tears. this is why relationships suck…this is why you never liked them…and you don’t even know if you’re in one.

beep. beep.

your eyes opened, closing the alarm. sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, taking note of the time. you should probably get ready now. you yawned, shuffling up to get ready to head out to the bar.

There were many things that ticked Toji off. Of course the main one being paparazzi and journalists. However, something that always riled him up was getting beaten up during training rounds. Though, that has rarely ever occurred, it just so happened to be occurring at this moment.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Noaya shouted, as he circled the outer ring, trying to get Toji’s attention. Toji spat out some blood, as Gojo stepped into the ring ending the match.

“I think you should let him rest, Noaya,” Gojo interfered, noticing Toji struggle to get his gloves off. Noaya scoffed, as he stormed out. The other fighter quickly left the ring before Toji could pounce him. While Gojo came over to help with the wrappings.

“Is everything alright, this past week you’ve been off your game,” Gojo asked, untying one hand.

“Why don’t you mind ‘yr own fuckin’ business, ay,” Toji spat, lifting his other wrist to his teeth, ripping them off. His knuckles were cut, and slightly bleeding, along with the cut on his cheekbone and lip.

“Don’t haveta come for me, I’m on your side man,” Gojo said, as Toji stood up. “Did you ever get the message I gave, coach?” Gojo asked as Toji stepped out of the ring. Grabbing a towel wiping himself down.

“ya,” toji grunted, assuming it was about the new gloves. Pulling his shorts off and slipping on his sweats and hoodie.

“wanna grab some drinks? cool off?” Gojo called out, however, Toji had already slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way out. “…okay,” Gojo rubbed his hair.

“Why do you try so hard?” Geto said sitting on the bench having seen the whole exchange. Gojo grumbled as he stepped out of the ring as well.

“Maybe cuz I want him to coach me,” Gojo huffed.

“He’s a fighter,” Geto said, tossing Gojo a water bottle.

“He was talking about retiring in a year,” Gojo said, chugging down the water. “Just need that prick, Noaya, to leave.” Geto hummed in agreement.

The bar was filled to the brim. Fridays nights were usually like this. At least, that’s what you assumed. Pushing your way through, until you finally spotted your co-workers. It was mainly the young staff from the press company you worked at.

“y/n you finally made it!” Kai shouted, waving you down. She was the co-worker that worked across from you. You smiled taking a seat beside her. Most of you nine were students or just graduated. The entire table took shots, while you decided to stick with some water and order food.

You rarely went out when it was everyone that was drinking, however, the free food pulled you in. Yet you still managed to play with your food, mind wandering off—

“hey y/n, you finished the piece on that one mma fighter right?” Alia asked. Your eyes lifted up, nodding your head. “Oh great, cuz the boss wanted me to switch and I really was going too, but then I got that other story on the animals that I’ve been fighting to get,” she ranted, as you nodded.

“Ya, I finished it up a week or so ago,” you said, as Alia smiled, congratulating you.

“Oh my god, you were soo desperate to get that story off your back. At first I thought you were just being dramatic, but now I understand…that fighter is so scary!” You looked up at Liam, confused. Yes Toji-San was intimidating, but—

“Ya when he came to the building and was asking for you, I was scared he was going to start something,” another co-worker chimed in. Your brows knit together.

“Wait—wait he came to the building—when?” You shout.

“Uhh—“ Kai thought.

“I think it was last Thursday in the morning—“

“Ya last week. He came to the front and asked where you were,” Liam said, as the others nodded. Last Thursday—you had classes Thursday morning.

“I LOVE MMA,” Sasha gushed, “Liam and I noticed him, and he was huge,” Sasha was giggling as Liam rolled his eyes.

“Why was he there, what happened?” can they just get to the point, you huffed.

“Well, you, obviously,” Sasha laughed, your heart stopped.

“But we heard about all the trouble you were having with the story, we were worried something happened during the interview and he was coming to start something.” Liam said.

“I fucking love Toji Fushiguro, but he’s scary to talk too, and all his opponents are always beaten to pulps,” Sasha said.

“I told them to tell him you were busy,” Kai said, asking the waiter for more drinks and chips.

“Are you serious?” You suddenly said. He came…he came and now he probably thinks you’re the one that doesn’t want to see him. “Did he say anything else?”

“I think he left a message with a number, I threw it out,” Sasha waved, as if that was the most innocent thing ever. You felt your blood boil, unable to process what you were feeling, you immediately stood up, knocking the seat back, hitting the persons chair behind you.

“Hey—“

“Where are you going?” Kai looked up, as you grabbed the green scarf that you placed on your chair.

“Fresh air,” you mumbled, pushing your way past the crowd, before stumbling out the door. Sucking in the lung piercing air, you tried to catch your breath. Hot tears warming your cheeks. is he mad at you now? he probably doesn’t want to see you. of course he wouldn’t. you’ve caused so much trouble for him already. going to his gym and leaving a message he probably threw away. then him coming to tell you something and being thrown out.

you cursed yourself for being so stupid. what’s the point? You buried the lower half of your face in the green scarf as it soaked your tears, as making your way back to your apartment. this sucks, everything sucks!

Toji-san…

Your body froze. the familiar set of hair. The physique. The gym logo on the duffel bag. it’s him. It has to be.

the man across the street, continued walking. not realizing you were quickly going after him. Unbeknownst to you, someone was also following the little journalist. Toji-san stop walking so fast! You cursed, trying to keep up with him, as he turned into streets and alleys.

“Toji-san?” Your legs stopped, somehow reaching a long dark back alley. Are you kidding me? No fucking way are you going down that. “Toji-san?” You meekly call out. Fuck me! Now you’ll have to retrace your steps and find the exit to this alley so you can find him.

you held his scarf tightly as you turned back around, only to stumble backwards at the sudden man that appeared before you.

“shit—“ you held your chest, catching your breath at the surprise. “my bad, excuse me,” you said, sidestepping the man, before he moved to stand in your way. “uhhh,” no way. this isn’t happening to you. are fucking for real right now!

“It seems like you’re lost…I’m just here to help,” the creep laughed, sending chills down your spine.

“haha I’m good, not lost. Meeting a friend right now,” you quickly respond, trying to get past him. But he was able to stand in your way. His clothes were ragged, and he had a ski-mask covering his face.

“It’s okay, no need to be scared,” he came towards you, hand coming up to grab your shirt, only for you to swing your fist into his face. “Fuck!” The man shouted, grabbing his jaw.

“Shit,” you cursed, feeling the sting in your hand. Your eyes went wide as you felt your body getting thrown against the building. Ow, you swung your leg up, hitting the man between his legs, as he cursed. Shit, you were too far to kick him hard.

“Fucking bitch—“ the words were quite literally knocked out of his mouth as you witnessed a fist collide with his face. Sending the creep stumbling back. Wait— you noticed the knife he pulled from his pocket.

“Wait—“ your words faded as the creep swung the knife, scraping the other man’s arm, before he knocked the knife from his hands and sent another fist to his face, over and over until the creep was on the ground.

“toji-san,” your voice was small, as you held your jacket tightly, staring up at the mans back. Suddenly feeling you crash into him, burying your face into his back. Toji sighed, looking at the broken skin on his knuckles, before noticing the slight bruising on your own hand resting on his stomach. You held the man tighter, as Toji pulled you off, noticing the tears in your eyes sent a wave of concern and worry.

“are you hurt—“ his words were thrown away as you flung yourself into his arms again. Arms wrapped around his shoulder, as you buried your face in his neck. The scent you’d only had the pleasure of dreaming about, finally washed over you.

“I missed you,” you spoke softly, cheeks flushed at the embarrassing words. But you meant them. You really did. “I missed you so much, toji-san…so much.” Toji smiled, his hand on the back of your head as he held you close.

“Still needy as ever,” he teased, however, he couldn’t stop the bright smile as he pulled away to see the way your cheeks were puffed and damp from the tears. And the green scarf that he’d given you.

“Shut up,” you grumble, suddenly remembering what had happened moment ago. “Your arm!” You pull away fully, to grab his arm. The cut wasn’t deep, but he was still bleeding.

“ ‘s fine—“

“It’s not, my apartment is right around here, come,” not thinking twice you grabbed his duffel bag that he’d thrown on the ground and pulled him along with you. Ignoring how he was trying to take his bag from you, but you telling him he’s injured. Letting it go. You dropped the bag by your front door, and pulled him to sit on the stool beside the kitchen.

“It’s cute,” Toji said as he looked at the small tokyo apartment. You came out of your room with the first aid kit. Toji taking note of the outfit you were wearing. “At a party or something?”

“Oh uh, just at a bar with some friends,” you said, “drinks and food,” you took off his sweater so you can see the cut that went through the material and pierced the skin. Cleaning the wound, luckily there wouldn’t be any need for stitches.

“how much ‘d you drink?” his eyes were locked on your face, noticing the way your fingers delicately wrapped his arm in a bandage.

“nothing… I don’t drink,” you said, looking up at him with a smile as you put some ointment on his knuckles.

“good girl,” he said, smiling at the way your cheeks went pink. Glad that you were fully sober right now. Not long did you notice the small cut on his cheekbone.

“What happened to your face!” You said, opening the kit again to clean the wound.

“It’s nothing,” toji couldn’t pull you off until you finished cleaning and placing a butterfly bandaid on it. “You done?”

You scoffed. “You’re welcome,” you roll your eyes, closing the kit and turning to put it away. yet you felt the lips on your neck.

“Why’d you give me the wrong number?” Toji mumbled into your skin, arms wrapping around your waist pulling your back into his chest.

“Didn’t mean too,” you answer, the guilt climbing up your throat. Toji’s hands wandered the flesh on your stomach as his lips warmed your skin.

“You weren’t trying to hide from me?” Toji asked, as his large hands unbuttoned the cute sweater cardigan you were wearing, exposing your bra to the air.

“No! I wasn’t—“ you quickly turn around, ignoring the embarrassment of having Toji look at your embarrassing little bra. Toji’s eyes wide as he took in the red flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes sparkled with excess tears, and the way you licked your lips to catch your words. “I wasn’t hiding from you. I never wanted to hide from you!” Your hands are grabbing at his arm as he admires your adorable little confession.

“How am I supposed to believe that?” Toji tilted his head. “Got pushed out by your friends at work, too,” he brought it up. So it was true. He did come by to see you. The guilt was at its max, as your eyes filled with tears, unable to express your feelings at all. This is embarrassing!

“It’s—not like that!” You shake your head. “It’s not like that that, toji-san,” you repeat. Toji felt your grip tighten around his arms. Taking note of the way your lip quivered. His hand lifted up, pulling your bottom lip.

“Spit it out, y/n,” your name on his lips sent a wave of arousal flooding inside you. “I can just fuck you and make you cry if you wanna act like a baby so badly. So spit it out, so I know what you want,” Toji could be cruel sometimes. But he was not someone that liked tip toeing around feelings and emotions.

“I want you,” you mumble eyes locked on his lap standing between his open legs, Toji’s hand slipped from your lips.

“look at me,” he watched your lip quiver. Of course he knew you were still a dumb little girl. Still embarrassed about expressing your feelings. But he didn’t have time for that. No…he hasn’t seen you in four weeks. The only thing that’s been on his mind is you. And now all he wants is for you to tell him you feel the same.

toji is not an idiot. He knows you feel the same. But knowing is different from you saying it.

“don’t be a brat, and look at me,” toji rubbed his thumb on your chin. Sighing as he felt your tears fall on his wrist, sliding down to his bandage. “sweetheart.”

“b-but toji-san,” your voice was quiet, swallowing the lumps in your throat as you tried to speak clearly for him. Not wanting to act like a baby.

“hmm?” The man encouraged you.

“i don’t want you to be mad,” his brows furrowed. Why would he be mad?

“just look at me. lemme see your eyes, baby,” toji hummed as you finally lifted your head. Teary eyes meeting his, as he smiled. “Not so bad, eh?” He said, as you hummed. Trying desperately to stop your lip from quivering.

“I came to see you…” you said, sucking up some more breath to speak. “A week after we were together…did I do something wrong?” You couldn’t help yourself. You wanted him to like you so badly, you don’t want to be a bother. Clingy and whiny was something you despised. Yet why are you acting like that.

“I went on a trip…” Toji tried to explain but you were shaking your head.

“I know…I know, and I left a message with that one guy…the white haired one,” Gojo, Toji’s brows furrowed…wait a moment… “I thought I did something…you didn’t call me—“ Toji hated this. He hated all this miscommunication. He hated that trip, he hated not talking to you or knowing if you were alright. And to find out this whole fucked up situation was caused by something on his part—

His lips drank her words as he tried his best to reassure her. “It’s my fault,” toji mumbled, kissing away her insecurities that he created. “It’s all my fault,” he hands roamed her body. Her hot skin against his palms had him pulling her closer as her hands felt down his chest, resting between his legs.

“can I?” You pant against his lips, fingers playing with the waistband of his sweats. Toji looks at you, laughing as you open your mouth, telling him what you want to do.

“I haven’t seen you in forever, you don’t want me filling you up?” Toji brushed the hair from your face, feeling the heat radiating off your skin.

“I wanna taste you, too,” you whisper, fingers played with the string of his sweats.

“Okay, just because you used you words,” toji praised, lifting your head as you kissed him. Toji hummed against your lips as he stood up, pulling you into his chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he smiled lifting you up. “So spoiled,” Toji mumbled as he took you to the room you pointed at.

You once again got lost in his taste, his tongue swallowing yours as you played with him. Laying you on the edge of your bed, standing as he put one knee between your legs as his hands pulled the clothing off your body. His lips covering the more skin he exposed. Until you suddenly pushed him back with your foot.

“You said I could do it,” you pout, he had already pulled your pants off, tossing to the side, and your bra strap was off your shoulder pulled down to expose your tits, perked buds already covered in his saliva.

“are you ready for that?” Toji was slightly guilty, and maybe selfish too. He doesn’t want you sucking him off because you think he’s mad at you. I mean, yes, he’ll die to have you gagging on dick, but well…he also wants to taste you too…

You pushed him back more, so he was standing upright. His cock was clearly visible in his low hanging sweats. Your other foot pressing against the boner making him grunt in surprise. His hand held your foot against his pec, as the other felt the skin of your legs. Groaning as he noticed the wet patch that bloomed between your legs.

“Toji-san, I want it in my…” you stuck your tongue out, making Toji pull you forward. A yelp escaping your lips as he dropped your legs and lifted you upright. You sat in front of him as he bent down, grabbing your jaw.

“You haven’t done this with anyone?” Toji asked, watching your eyes shine as you shook your head. “What did you do in the four weeks I didn’t see you?”

“Nothing,” you answer quickly, his brow quirked, as he pushed his sweats off. Your eyes drifting down to the large print in his boxers.

“Eyes on me,” toji tapped your cheek as you snapped your head up. Completely at his mercy.

“Wanna see it,” you smile, toji had to focus. That innocent little smile when your talking about sucking him off. Fuck me. “miss it…” your hand tries to grab at him.

“Listen to me,” toji snapped, making you whine. “are you seriously gonna act all spoiled?” Toji lifted your chin as he bit your bottom lip, making you whine.

“toji-san…okay…I’ll be good,” you huff, cheeks flushed as Toji pulled his boxers down. you’re so cute, he thought. Your fist clenched around the blanket trying your best to keep your eyes on his face. You could see from your peripheral, the large cock slapping his lower stomach.

Toji hummed as he laid you down on the bed, looming over as he climbed above you, lips and hands feeling your skin. Nibbling on your tits as he drooled, massaging the other as he rubbed himself between your clothed cunt. Your arousal seeped through the material of your panties, wetting his growing member so lewdly. You completely forgot all senses as Toji worshipped your body, biting at the skin, smiling as dark marks littered your body, trying his best to make up for lost tim—

“huh?” Your eyes fluttered open feeling his warmth leave you. You looked to your side seeing him sat up, leaning up with one arm.

“what’s with the face?” he taunted, making you groan as you turned over and crawled between his legs. annoyingly shrugging the bra off you as you kissed up his neck, nuzzling your face against his hot skin. Your tongue licking him as toji hummed.

“wanted you to fuck me,” you whine, hand feeling down his free arm pulling it to your body trying to get him to continue. “toji-san,” you whine when you get him to squeeze your tit. Toji throws his head back in laughter. As you huff.

“you asked for it,” toji said, his hand holding your face as he licked your lips. “if you do a good job, then I’ll play with your pretty cunt,” toji clicked his tongue only for you to lick his lips, kissing his scar as he chuckled. “what is it?”

your warm breath fanned against his lips, waiting for him. “you know what,” you sighed gently, eyes dazed.

“you haven’t done anything yet?” toji tsked jokingly, only for you to kiss his jaw and cheek, going back to his lips.

“toji-san…just for now,” you wanted it, please. toji hummed as he held the side of your face.

“comprising are we?” toji tilted his head as you nodded eagerly, Toji’s thumb pulling your bottom lip down. “submissive little puppy,” toji smiled as he rubbed his digit against your tongue as your eyes remained on him. “adorable,” that look. toji could be mean on you some other time. yes…for now, he’ll give you whatever you want. “open up.”

his tongue connected with yours, purposely making it as wet as possible, before he pulled back. Looking down at you, the trail of saliva connecting your lips before finally granting your wish. His salvia slipping from his lips, down onto your tongue. Your eyes fluttered in bless, moaning gently as you press your pussy down on the mattress, swallowing as toji brushed your hair.

you hummed in delight, lips connecting with the man’s neck. Toji sighed as you littered his skin in sloppy kisses. He fingers tangled in your hair as you hung up on his chest. your lips curling into a smile as you felt the flesh of his large man tits. Tongue swirling on his nipples. Nibbling on them, as toji hummed in delight. teeth marks littered his chest. Finally trailing lower down his body, smiling when the well groomed hairs tickled your nose.

“toji-san’s so pretty,” you mumble as you kiss and nibble around his pelvis. Unbothered by the musk of his long day. only delighted that he was allowing you to bury your face in it. Finger’s subconsciously rubbing his thigh. Toji laughed, brushing your hair back, as he waited patiently for you. The amount of pre cum creating a small puddle on his thigh as his cock rested.

“gonna get to it, sweetheart?” Toji rubbed your cheekbone, as you hummed.

“ ‘s big,” you mumble, fingers delicately tracing his hard dick.

“mmm,” toji picks up your hand, lifting it to his lips as he licks your palm. he caresses your cheek as he guides your hand to his dick. allowing your fingers to wrap around the length, lifting the heavy weight as he groaned. your eyes sparkled.

“I’ll make you feel good,” you said in determination. Toji hummed as you leaned further between his legs, as he spread them for you. You brought the tip to your lips. Sneaking a lick for taste. The bitter sweetness had you lapping again and again, before latching your lips on his tip—

“shit,” toji groaned, brushing the hair off your face as you stroked his cock. “take more, baby,” Toji instructed. Obedient as ever, you took a little more in. The weight felt nice in your mouth, tongue circling as you slobbered on his thickness, drool siping down to your palm as you squeezed a little tighter pumping his cock. “fhuck just like that,” toji groaned.

Your pussy was clenching around nothing as you worshipped his cock. He was moaning the more you struggled to take him in. Chocking when he pushed you lower, gagging as tears slid down your burning cheeks as you tried your hardest to fit him in. you loved it. his hands in your hair, petting your head like a good girl, his low groans and pants…

“so cute ugh crying all over my dick,” Toji praised, more tears slipping as you rubbed your legs together, unconsciously stimulating your pussy. Toji was in awe his head thrown back as you pulled off to catch your breath, panting on his cock as drool slipped down his twitching dick. your fingers played with him. leaning down as you held his cock up, rubbing your face on the underside, kissing his heavy balls. his pre cum grazing your cheeks.

“my little cock slut,” toji rubbed your forehead as you drooled on his balls, licking the vein that ran up. you hummed in delight, he smelled so good. your senses were dazed, he was so big. you went back up to take him in your lips. not having enough of him.

“struggling s’ much—shit,” Your pussy was completely drenched, something building up as you rubbed your pussy against the mattress. Toji’s brow quirked, head tilted as he noticed your unconscious little play. Your lips latched onto his fat mushroom tip, that leaked more and more. His hips bucking, as you gagged for a moment. This was definitely the most someone has struggled giving him head, yet seeing the absolute delight in your face, the red blush on your cheeks, the fat tears that fell from your fucked out eyes.

“fuck, making such a mess,” toji moaned as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “ugh so good, puppy,” Noticing how much his hips jump and cock twitched, you sucked harder, palm gliding as you pumped him more. “baby…baby…fuck me…” toji groaned as his balls tighted, abs clenching as he rolled his hips up, spurting into your lips. “ah fuck, ah good,” toji groaned as he watched you stroke him, milking out his cum as your tongue hung out, before you suddenly felt a chill run up your spine— grounding yourself on the mattress as you moaned on Toji’s cock. nails digging into his thigh, head falling down as your eyes rolling closed.

“fucking brat,” toji clicked his tongue as he sighed knowing exactly what happened. your lips drooling on his cock as you panted, cheek falling to rest on his upper thigh. “you couldn’t wait a couple minutes?” toji brushed your hair as you licked the cum from his tip, as if it was some lollipop. “cant even control your own pussy?” The semi-hard cock, felt nice in your hand. Your eyes dazed, tears staining your cheek as toji sat fully up.

“gonna slobber on my cock all night?” Toji watched your eyes lift up to his, still holding his tip to your lips, as you hummed, licking him again. “fuck,” toji pulled you up. Your tongue automatically latching on to his lips, as he fell back on the bed. Gosh you were always fucked after cumming. Toji thought.

“so you cum in your panties and think it’s that easy,” toji mumbles as he pulls you off him. You whine at the loss. Some of his cum still stained the side of your lips and chin as he wiped it off, before shoving his thumb in your lips. moaning around him.

“ wasn’t on purpose,” you mumble, toji sits up, as you rub against his thigh.

“sure— cumming from just sucking my dick,” toji said, your cheeks flushed. “Take em off.” Toji’s finger rip the waistband of your panties.

You embarrassingly pull them off. Toji guiding you to sit between his legs.

“show me how drenched you are,” he commands.

“that’s embarrassing, toji-san,” your face is red, cursing your pussy for reacting.

toji‘a eyes sunk. “spread. your. legs.”

Your face was flushed as you willingly opened your legs wide. he grabbed them, placing them on the outside of his thighs, letting him get a perfect view of your pussy lips spread for him. allowing visible access to the clear cream leaking from your pulsing core.

toji hummed spreading your lips apart even more, “clit is a nice lil hard bud,” toji tsked, flicking the knot of nerves, making a moan escape your lips. he sank a finger into you easily. “still tight even after cumming yourself,” toji pulled out as he licked his finger, purposely making you bite your lip in suspense. His cock grew the more you wiggled between his legs. he was dreaming of your taste for weeks, his blood rushing south.

“fill me up, please,” you whine when he pumps your pussy again, so close to cumming before he pulls out. Licking his fingers. “toji-saaan,” your eyes well up with tears, only for toji to slap your pussy.

“stop it,” toji snaps, “who’s the one that decided to cum herself?” Toji raises a brow, waiting for an answer. your fist clenches, it’s not your fault. You close your lips rolling your eyes, which earns another slap from your pussy.

“ahh toj—“ not finishing your sentence before he slaps your clit again and again, until he’s pinning you down to the mattress. Your legs spread and shaking as he’s slapping your red puffy lips, more juices leak out, clawing at his arm.

“ahhh s-stop stop! okay!” You’re sobbing, legs shaking as your pussy pulses. Toji’s looming body waits for you to finally answer. The tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, as Toji’s dick twitches agaisnt your thigh. His cock dropping with pre cum. Your panting, eyes dazed as you feel the shadow of his palm. Toji realizes your play. Laughing as he gives your pussy another slap, extracting a moan.

“fucking with me now?” Toji tsks, pumping his fingers inside your pussy before pulling out and slapping your clit until your bucking your hips up, nails digging into his arm.

“w-wanna ahh please—pleasee,” your words are incoherent, drool slipping from your lips as you bury your face in your hand trying to cover your loud screaming moans as toji abuses your cunt. his lips attack yours, excitement filling his blood as you cry and moan, thrashing with each slap.

“cute baby,” toji drools into your mouth, your eyes crossing in pleasure, as your tongue hangs out.

Toji’s laughing at how easily he handles you. Your all, but as much as he talks about punishing you, he relishes in the fact that you’re begging for more. His fingers are completely drenched in your arousal.

“want your neighbors to hear how big of a slut their little journalist is?” Toji laughs as your pussy tightens around his fingers at his lewd words. “Gonna cum now?”

“uhh ji-san , ahh please,” your thoughts were scrambled, and he was not letting up. Feeling you clench around him, hips bucking up, as he degrades you. Your off the edge now, crying as your legs shake uncontrollably, gushing around his fingers.

“shit,” Toji’s hips buck in surprise at the liquid that hit his lower stomach. “oh fuck, puppy, making a mess,” Toji’s lips curl into a wide grin, as you cry the more he rubs your clit, slapping it.

“toji toji—ah—I can’t—“ your panting as your legs jump up, more squirt gushing onto him the more he overstimulates you.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Oh fuck, let it out, cmon doing so well,” Toji’s praises were pure joy. He couldnt hold it anymore, his hand lacing around yours as he hooks an arm under your thigh as he sinks his fat cock into your gushing pussy.

“toji!” You cry, squeezing his hand, as his lips swallow your cries. Toji groans in pleasure as he rocks his hips into you. The amount you came, had him sinking into your pussy. The squelching noises faded as he drinks your cries.

“Still so fuckin tight ‘for me,” toji thrusted back in, getting more of his cock, until he bottomed out. Your eyes widened feeling him so deep inside you. Your lips trembled, vision blurry.

“toji, inside—me,” you were beyond fucked out. a lazy smile on your lips as toji kissed you again and again as he fucked you into the mattress. His heavy balls slapping the curve of your ass, a ring of cream at the bottom of his thick dick, his hair covered in your juices as your moans drowned out his worries. You were here, you were with him. Your voice, cries, touch, smell.

“baby,” toji bit your shoulder, marking you again. “feel so good,” Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, you were unbelievably happy you couldn’t process anything he was saying. “missed you, too.” He sighed. Your nails creating marks across his back as toji planted himself, driving harder.

“ to’ji…agh…uhh—“ your walls suffocated his cock, sucking him in as your eyes fluttered, gushing around his thick member.

“shit, again baby,” toji picked up the speed as you made a mess, crying when he went on.

“toji, fill me…up,” you beg, toji groaning at your words. “want ‘ur c-cum,” your lips were parted as toji’s tongue entered your mouth. You felt his cock twitch inside you.

“can’t do that, baby,” Toji’s jaw clenched as he finally got to the edge, kissing you until his lips parted in bliss letting out a low moan, cock pulling out as his hot white cum shot out of his tip, decorating your pussy lips and lower stomach. More of your cum squeezed out as Toji groaned, stroking his cock, releasing some more cum.

your eyes were fluttering as toji, kissed your cheek.

“did so good for me,” toji praised as he brushed your sweaty hair off your face.

“toji,” your lips curled into a gentle smile, toji felt his eyes widen realizing he was so focused on fucking you, that he didn’t have time to process what you’d been saying.

“no san?” He smiled, your eyes fluttered.

“I—“

“I like it,” he kissed your lips. “you made quit the mess though,” toji was exhausted, but it was you. He picked you up and walked you to the bathroom. Sitting you down on the counter as he placed a towel under the warm water.

“i wanted you to cum inside me,” you mumble as toji wipes the mess between your legs. His eyes lifting up to meet yours. was it bad that you wanted his cum to paint your walls and leak out. I mean you didn’t want a baby, but you wanted him.

“you were fucked out, puppy,” toji said, rinsing the towel again and wiping your stomach.

“but…” you looked away, pouting in annoyance. “would’ve felt good.” toji laughed at your response. Making you click your tongue.

“it definitely would have,” he wiped the mess on his stomach. you watched, as your legs kicked. he rinsed the towel again, wiping down his wet dick. Your foot swinging up to brush his dick. Toji caught your foot, just lifting it up enough to spread your legs again, which had you wincing.

“don’t start something you can’t finish,” he tsked, dropping your leg and picking you up. you buried your face in his neck not replying. “ignoring me?”

“no,” you mumbled quietly. toji hums , kicking the messy blanket onto the ground, luckily you had another blanket underneath.

toji sighed as he watched you avoid his eyes once he’d laid you back on the bed.

“you’re a handful you know that?” He said, making you roll over, covering yourself in the blanket. “god,” toji grumbled, as he straddled your body, which immediately caught your attention. His thumb holding your chin as he leaned down to your lips.

“I didn’t fill you up cuz you’re not on the pill, baby. if you want me spilling inside your little cunt, then I’ll do it next time,” your eyes sparkled.

“next time!” You repeated excitedly.

“only if you take something,” toji sank under the covers with you. You rolled over, leg swung over his lap as your buried your face on his shoulder, immediately knocking out.

“are you serious?” Toji spoke to himself. You did knock out easily the first time he fucked you. I guess it was your thing. Yawning himself, he kept a secure arm wrapped around your body, as his other hand brushed your hair. so cute. he thought finally knocking out.

toji couldn’t describe this feeling. but he knew he never wanted to live without it. the feeling of waking up and seeing you sprawled out beside him. once again laying on your stomach, facing away from him, lips parted as drool slipped out. toji felt your leg buried under his own and your other bent. you did not know how to sleep beside people.

“how do you end up like this?” toji mumbled to himself, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. his scar curled with his lips, as he turned on his side, reaching over your body to grab his phone on your nightstand. checking the time. he’ll pick and tease you, but in the end waking up beside you was just pure joy for him.

snapping a picture of you sprawled out, he tossed his phone aside, it was still early. He let his warm palm run across your exposed back. lips connecting to your shoulder as he sighed. He buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling your natural scent as he kissed your neck. yes, this was perfect. holding you in his arms, embracing you with only comfort and adoration.

“stay,” he sighed. stay with him forever.

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✵ UNEXPECTED STORY ✵

MMA fighter Toji cannot stop thinking about the cute innocent journalist that came to interview him.

✵ MMA!Toji fushiguro x virgin!reader

✵ tags: blood, nudity, age gap, nsfw, m!masturbation, MDNI (18+) size kink, corruption kink, fingering, f!oral receiving, penetrative s*x, jealousy, pussy slapping, cock worship, virginity loss, cum slut, tit worship, biting, spitting, very mild watersports, reader with a major praise kink, aftercare, soft!toji, brat taming, slight spanking, shower s*x

part 2

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Toji Fushiguro, also known to some, as the strongest man alive. At least in the MMA world. Unlike other fighters, Toji was the definition of no emotions—cold hearted. He never held back. And I mean never. The man went hard during fights and practice. He usually had to be warned by the referee because of his senseless beating after an opponent has forfeited. Toji only stopped because it would result in a DQ if he didn’t. Yet besides the lists of warnings on his record, the man was still the top fighter.

That’s how you ended up in front of the gym doors. A notepad and pen in hand, as well as voice recorder. You were tasked with handling this seasons MMA fight in the paper. You worked for a company that had very few hands, they decided to load onto you more work since you told them you can handle it. Needing this job to raise you up the latter. So you took on multiple projects and luckily you’ve gotten them all done. Thus you took the task of handling this which mainly surround everyone’s favorite fighter, Toji Fushiguro.

You researched plenty before todays interview. Learning about the history of MMA. Researching other players that have fought against Toji Fushiguro. Yet, it still did not prepare you for the scene you stepped into.

Blood was splattered on the mat, your eyes catching the gruesome scene of Toji bashing into some poor man’s face as three men shouted and struggled to pull Toji off. The man stood, shrugging off the three.

“All fucking talk,” Toji spat, downing his water. “Fuckin brat, couldn’t get a single punch in.” That’s when his eyes drifted to the girl, standing at the entrance. His eyes squinting. “What did I say about bringing fans into the gym?” His voice echoed.

Your eyes went wide by the sudden attention. Your heart was pounding. You’d watched videos all week in preparation. There were very few of Toji Fushiguro talking to press, most were of videos which consisted of his MMA fights, cursing at the media, or the scandalous headlines of the new women that’d leave his penthouse building every morning.

“Who brought this little girl here?” Toji huffed, annoyed.

“I’m here—“ you were quickly interrupted by an older man, Toji’s coach, jogging up.

“This is the journalist from the Tokyo Metropolitan Post,” the manager said. Smiling at you. “Ms. L/n?”

“Yes,” you nodded, thanking god that the manager came before Mr. Fushiguro could bash your face in.

Your hands were holding you notepad tightly as the manager spoke to Toji alone. You stood to the side awkwardly distracting yourself. Acting like you couldn’t hear Toji’s protests, saying he never agreed to this interview in the first place.

“Kid,” a gruff voice brought you back, spinning around to see the man glaring at you. You tried not to look anxious, concealing it with an awkward cough. “We’ll have the interview in the locker room.”

You shuffled after Toji as he led you into the locker room. The door shutting loudly behind you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Fushiguro-san,” you quickly say, trying to ease your nerves by talking. You looked up when you didn’t hear a reply, only to see the large man pulling off his shirt.

“I’m drenched in sweat. The interview is only a voice recording, so it’s fine if I quickly shower as you ask questions?” His question is a little late considering he already had his shirt off.

“I-It’s…” you cleared your throat. “It’s fine, Fushiguro-san,” you pushed a stray hair back, before turning around to give the fighter some privacy.

Toji quirked a brow when he saw the journalist turn her back. It was understandable, yet he found it amusing nonetheless. This journalist was pretty young, yet she seemed stubborn. He could see the slight pink dusting her ears and after that all he could think about was that she’s probably inexperienced. She’s much smaller compared to him. He could lift her up easily. Probably bruise easily too…

“You can start the questions. I don’t like interviews so you have until I finish changing,” Toji said, grabbing a towel as he covered his front, taking your cue to turn back around. Your face went pink at the sight of the fully naked man. Your eyes immediately fell down to your notepad, your heart beating a bit louder in your ears. Thankfully he covered his lower half or you might have lost consciousness.

“Get on with it,” he said, going over to turn the shower on.

“Uh oh y-yes sir,” you quickly stammer, not even realizing you’d said sir. However the fighter definitely caught it. His eyes looking up. Sir. He couldn’t stop the small tug in the corner of his lips. How cute.

You opened your notepad and began the recording. “Could you please introduce yourself?” Your cheeks were pink at the stupid standard question.

“Toji Fushiguro…MMA fighter…you better start asking better questions, doll,” Toji said dropping his towel and getting into the shower.

Your fist clenched. You’ve never conducted an interview in such circumstances. This was no way to treat an interview and your blood was boiling at how embarrassed you felt. And how little respect Fushiguro-San was showing you.

“How did you get into the sport?” You tried to ask questions. However the more questions you asked the less and less he felt like answering.

“Pass.” “I don’t know.” “Next.”

You were growing impatient. This interview was going absolutely nowhere.

“Fushiguro-san you agreed to this interview, I expect to have some clear answers or at least a sentence response. These short replies or one word answers are useless,” you spoke clearly, trying your best to stay calm. You enjoyed working at the post, in fact, you took pride in being a journalist, and you’ve dealt with unresponsive people. Yet this man felt a bit more intimidating, considering his track record.

“How old are you, sweetheart?” Your ears perked up at the sudden question. For the past five or so minutes, Toji was skipping your questions. Now he’s suddenly asking you in return. It’s not fair. Yet…

“Twenty,” you replied.

“Still in school?” He followed up. You felt defeated. Was the interview that bad? You’d done interviews prior to this one, but considering the situation, you were a little off your game. Did he ask how old you were because of how incapable you seem?

“Last year of university,” you answer. “Nevermind that, if you could answer my previous questions—“

“Hmm,” his voice echoed, as he suddenly pushed the curtain back, yours eyes went wide as you watched the buff man step out of the shower. Water droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted body. His muscles rippling with each step he took. His veins protruding on his arms as he pushed his wet hair back. Your eyes couldn’t stop but follow the water that flowed down his chest, past the veins and the hairs the led you down to—

“So you’re a baby,” his voice knocked you out.

“Excuse me?” Your voice had a slight edge which made Toji smile. The attitude is cute.

“What experience do you even have?” Your face flushed when you realized he definitely caught you staring. Your lips parted slightly, your mind drifting to the unbelievably large length that hung between his legs. The hairs that were well groomed and led down to him. You didn’t need someone to point it out because you could already feel how hot your cheeks were. Toji dried his body, the towel moving across his shoulders, underarms, chest, lower stomach—

“I’m not a baby,” you stammer. “I’ve worked for the post for almost a year, and I have prior experience as well,” you defend yourself.

“Such as?” Toji taunted, making you feel insecure. You wouldn’t allow that.

“Well I’ve had two internships and my stories have gotten published in the…” your words seem to slur. As your breath hitched when he dried off his length, this was your first time seeing one in real life. You were mesmerized by his entire physique. Is this the standard…no…he’s definitely above average.

Toji held in his laughter, he was barely doing anything. The amount of times he’s showered while in meetings, or walked out naked, were too many to count. Yet he’s never had someone react like this. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was staring. Her face is completely flushed just by looking at his soft cock that hung lazily between his legs. She’s so cute.

“Well if that’s all the questions you have for me…” Toji grabbed his boxers, your brows knit together.

“But, you barely answered any of my questions,” you eventually snapped back to reality. Your face burned as you looked up to see Toji smiling down at you. You couldn’t bare to admit to what you were looking at and decided to pretend you weren’t thinking of his cock. uh it was so big…why did the first time you see a dick have to be now, and attached to this man of all.

“You still got the interview, doll,” Toji pushed his wet hair back. Your eyes squinting in annoyance, making the fighter’s lips curl into a smirk. As he stepped towards you, his boxers now covering his huge length. Yet you still caught a glimpse of the hairs that stuck out. He leaned down, his lips ghosting yours as your eyes fluttered and your core tightened. He smelled so good. His breath was so warm. However the warmth disappeared, until you felt it against your ear. Toji hadn’t realized the heat emitting from your body. Until his hand ghosted over your neck. Fingers tickling your collarbones as he fixed your lopsided necklace. Knuckles grazing the tops of your breasts as he straightened out the figure on your sternum.

“You’re burning up, sweetheart,” his light chuckle went straight down your body. “I wonder how drenched you are?” You could feel his smile, your face was on fire, as you felt his thumb brush over your collarbones, your chest rising and falling like the wind got knocked out of you.

“Fushiguro-san!” You pushed his chest back, face bright red, hands shaking. How embarrassing! Your thighs were squeezing together to stop the pulsing of your core. You could already feel your panties stick to you because of how much you were leaking.

Toji smiled, watching you try to collect your thoughts and feeling your small hands against his torso. How adorable.

“I…you…can’t say things…like that,” you replied. “It’s unprofessional,” you stuttered. Toji had to contain himself. Unprofessional. Keeping your eyes on the ground, not realizing your hands were still on his bare abs until you felt a warm hand cover yours, a thumb gently stroking the inside of your wrist. You lost all thoughts, only watching as the large man bent to his knees, and brought your wrist to his lips, giving a sloppy kiss on the vein, sending a shiver through your body.

“But it’s fun,” he smiled, making your face burn, smoke steaming off your skin as Toji’s breath warmed your wrist. His lips were wet, the scar on the side brushing your burning skin. Toji couldn’t understand why he was doing this. He found your reactions to be the most adorable thing ever. Your confused face, your lips partially open, your thighs squeezed together.

A knock on the door suddenly had you back to reality, snapping to your feet, however your position had you stumbling from the bench behind you as it knocked the back of your knees, sending you falling forwards. Toji immediately catching you. He stifled a laugh as he held your waist steady, your face just inches from his , when you let out the smallest, cutest, and softest moan.

His brow quirked. You had somehow gotten yourself to fall on him and have his thigh slated between your legs. Core directly on him. Skirt pushing up your thighs as you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, accidentally rubbing your soaked panties on him, making you bite your lips, but Toji heard the slight whimper.

“My my, you are quite the tease. Soaked straight through, and now rubbing yourself on me,” Toji teased, your face beyond red, as you struggled to push off the fighter. He released you, smiling when he saw the drenched pink panties as you stood up. His eyes under your skirt had you crying from embarrassment. Quickly pulling your skirt down. Toji pouted as to help you, but you only scurried further away, face completely red.

“I…interviewisoverThankyouverymuchfushiguro-san,” you felt like you were going to burst. Your lips parting as your eyes avoided the fighter as you quickly exited the locker room.

Toji stood up. A sigh escaping his lips. “virgins,” he mumbled to himself. Yet there is a glint in his eyes. Her stuttering. The blushing. Her curiosity. Toji laughed to himself seeing the large print in his boxers. “What a cute thing.”

Hell. Now he had to take care of this. Toji was beyond pent up. He’d quickly gotten himself off once you’d left. How could he not. You’d been kind enough to leave some of your juices on his thigh. Though he had enough pre-cum from your little fall, the moment he wiped your juices on his cock, he couldn’t stop himself from cumming. Yet why was he hard again.

His face was sweaty as he pounded into the nameless women. Groaning as he pushed her into the mattress, his head tilting back as he remembered your gaze on him. The way your brows knit together when he didn’t answer your questions. So adorable—Toji clenched his jaw as he felt his cock twitch as he only pounded harder. Nothing was getting him there. when he pulled out he was still stiff as a rock.

“Still hard baby,” the women on his mattress moaned as she rubbed her pussy for Toji, before her hand wrapped around his cock. The second women leaning over and lapping up Toji’s fat cock.

Toji rubbed his face in frustration. It’s almost been a full week. He’s been worked up since the moment he met you. He wanted to caress your face, kiss your cheeks. He wanted to see what you’d look like with tears in your eyes and bruised up. Tell him more about yourself. For fucks sake he didn’t even remember your name until he asked his manager a couple nights ago.

“Honey, you’re so big, love your cock,” the women beneath Toji lapped at his cock before deep throating it as the other women licked his balls. Toji was growing more frustrated the wetter his cock got. This was not helping at all. He groaned as he felt his cock stir. Grabbing the women’s head as he fucked her face, until he was releasing his warm cum down her throat. He groaned, annoyed when he looked down to see someone that wasn’t her.

“Fuck off,” Toji snapped, getting off the bed and telling the women to leave. He turned on the water, stepping into the cold shower. Unable to understand his own thoughts as he leaned his head against the shower wall, water cascading down his muscles.

“I can’t,” your teeth clenched. You wanted off this story. You couldn’t continue with it and the interview gave you absolutely nothing.

“You’re the one that agreed to the story, unless someone else is ready to forfeit and exchange stories then you’re stuck with this one,” your boss said. You cursed yourself for agreeing to this shit story. With the shit game. And the shitty ass fighter. You sat in front of your desk, a blank document open.

Your mind wandered off to what you’d experienced. Never had anything more embarrassing happened before. How could you be so unprofessional? How could you get so worked up over some jerk face smug asshole. Your fist clenched. Remembering the way his fingers grazed your collarbones, the subtle touches along your breasts. The stupid ass pet names that made your stomach flutter.

It was the most humbling experience of your life. After that interview, returning to your apartment. Going straight to your room, ignoring your roommates who were watching a movie. Eyes filled with tears as you fell on your bed, frustrated you had such an experience and your pussy still fluttering at the thought. Fuck me! You cursed indulging your arousal just to get it over with. Yet when you couldn’t find a satisfactory relief, you cried even more. How embarrassing! Your mind wandering to his large rough hands, how would they feel?

The week went on with you begging to get a new story and your boss declining you. Then it was you in lectures staring off and fushiguro-san popping in your mind. Get out of my head!

“If the interview didn’t go well. Just ask for another one. Athletes don’t like talking about their private lives, but they seem a bit more open to say a few things after winning a game,” your co-worker said as she sat across from you. Your eyes lit up, that’s perfect. Yes! You’ll go to the fight tomorrow and you’ll just ask him questions in public. If he wins the game, and a bunch of journalist surround him, he’s going to answer some so you’ll just hide there and ask questions. Plus you’ll be able to snap some pictures which your boss wanted.

That’s how you ended up here. You had your notepad, pen, camera, and recorder. You made the smart decision to wear pants this time, not even risking a thing this time around. You will not indulge him or embarrass yourself. Professional. Yes professional… all profes…

Your stomach turned as you stood beside the other journalists, watching the first fighter get called up. Yet you felt your body heat up when you heard his name. Your eyes immediately gravitating towards the door as you watched him make his way. The stadium was full as they cheered for the man. His brows were knit together, his jaw was clenched. He looked worked up.

You subconsciously crossed your legs, squeezing them together as the fight began. Your heart was pounding as you watched him fight. Watching videos is nothing compared to seeing him fight live. The commotion from the audience, the clapping, the snapping of cameras. Your eyes could not leave his form.

Your fingers continued to snap shots of the man. Your heart was hammering in your ears as you felt your stomach churn with each punch Toji took. It scared you how unfazed he was taking several punches before getting his chance to plow into his opponent. You weren’t sensitive to blood or violence, but you cringed witnessing the man get hurt.

Toji grunted as he sat in his corner. Chugging some water as he mentally prep—

His breath hitched, the water sliding down from his chin, running down his chest. The familiar golden glint of the necklace. His eyes immediately locked on her. He brushed off the slight rise in his heart beat, and the sudden jittery feeling in his stomach.

Your cheeks went pink when your eyes met. Your grip tightening on your precious camera. The stadium fell silent, only able to hear your breathing as Toji gave a small smirk, before he stood back up for the final round. You couldn’t concentrate, only able to gaslight yourself into thinking that you didn’t make eye contact and he probably saw something behind you.

The moment Toji knocked out his opponent with a harsh jab to his jaw, the match was over. The stadium bursted into applause and shouting as the journalists crowded the ring. You immediately followed suit, this was your chance for him to answer questions in the craze.

Sports channels had cameras all up in Toji’s face. His brow ticked, but nonetheless he answered standard questions after a win. “Glad to be here” “it was a good fight” blah blah

“Do you have anyone to thank?!” The sports man laughed holding the mic out for Toji, the camera pointed at him. Toji felt like he imagined you in the audience. Maybe he was just projecting his own delusions. His thoughts of you somehow creeping in during the fight. But why did he still reply, “just a cute journalist.”

Fuck. You cursed. The amount of journalist and cameraman were unimaginable. You were pushed all the way to the back, not even able to stick a hand through to get your recorder in.

Your jaw clenched when you noticed the crew escorting Toji back to the locker-rooms. Cameramen we’re not allowed, however journalists had free range. Immediately following them down the Hall until you noticed them all crowding around an open door. Apologizing as you tried to squeeze yourself through, just need my recorder to get—

“Ah,” a small yelped escaped your lips as your legs tripped on someone’s foot, the sudden crowd having accidentally shoved you forward, as you landed on your knees. You sat up, cursing quietly as you quickly checked to make sure there were no damages to your precious new camera. A sigh of relief escaping once it gave you a beautiful clean sparkle.

“journalist-chan,” A voice spoke, your head looking up, immediately being met with the dark green orbs. Your cheeks flushed immediately, the man was getting stitched and patched as journalists bombarded him with questions that only had him clenching his jaw. But then you came and fell right into his sight.

“f-fushiguro-san,” you cursed yourself for stuttering. But how could you not. The last time you saw this man was when you had the most embarrassing experience of your fucking life! “I’m just…here to get questions. Since you were no help last time.”

“Same attitude as ever, I see,” Toji remarked, “like acting like a brat?” He pushed the medics hand away from his face as he told him he’s fine. Your brows furrowed as you watched Toji grab his sweater, zipping it up before grabbing his bag ready to leave.

“Wait, can’t you at least answer one question,” you cursed yourself for being the unprofessional one now. How could you talk to an athlete like—

“I’ll answer your stupid ass questions, just not in this fuckin’ place,” Toji grumbled as he grabbed your arm pulling you to your feet as he made his way out the locker room, the crew escorting him.

You had no time to reply, only following the older man as his hand slipped down to your own, leading you down the hallway as journalists followed and shouted for answers. You kept a careful hand on your camera afraid it’ll be damaged in the bustle as the other unconsciously squeezed Toji’s as you tried to keep up with his fast paced. Toji looked over his shoulder, making sure you were really here. Your eyes looking up meeting his, only to make him give you a small smile. Kill me now. You cursed, heart immediately popping out of your chest and slamming right back in.

Toji sighed once he was sat in his car. His chest rising and falling. It was quite a night, and then he was bombarded by all those people. Now he had to entertain you. You awkwardly sat beside him, hands hugging your camera.

“You can just answer like two questions, fushiguro-san—“

“Drop the fushiguro-san,” Toji grumbled. “Toji is fine.” Your cheeks went pink.

“Um, t-to…” you couldn’t, it didn’t feel right. “I mean you don’t have to answer all my questions, I don’t want to bother you—“

“You’re no bother,” Toji looked at you from the corner of his eye. You weren’t even looking at him. Only fidgeting with your camera in your lap. Your ears were a light pink, your eyes fluttering around as you tried to think. “We’re here anyways, if you don’t mind coming in, I’ll answer your questions.”

“Okay,” You cursed again. He had you playing right into his fingers. His hand brushed your hair from your shoulder, your head turning in his direction as he let his fingers subtly graze your skin.

“We’re here fushiguro-san,” the driver informed. Your eyes were ripped from Toji’s, once you noticed the paparazzi that surround his building. Oh for fucks sake—

“Stay close,” Toji broke your thoughts, placing a baseball cap on your head and opening the door. The paparazzi immediately swarmed the car as Toji and some building security escorted him through the crowd. You kept your hand in Toji’s, letting him lead you, however, the crowd seemed to look past you as another journalist. I mean you are. But not realizing your hand in Toji’s, someone accidentally had a hold on your camera strap pulling you back.

A yelp escaped your lips, before your hand immediately left Toji as you turned back around, watching your camera crash onto the floor and get stomped on by the crowd. No! Fuck fuck fuck! Your eyes brimmed with tears as you fell trying to see the damage—it’s destroyed. Broken to bits. You cursed yourself for not buying the three year lease for damages.

“Oi!” Toji cursed when you got eaten by the crowd. Fucking kid. He turned pushing the annoying ass cameras from his face before he found you getting shoved and kicked on the ground. “What’re you—“ another paparazzi accidentally stumbled into you as they tried to push past. Toji felt his blood boil, aggressively shoving them back, before his arm hooked around your waist, hoisting you off the ground as he carried you quickly into the building. “What’s wrong with you? I asked for one fuckin thing…” Toji’s voice trailed off when he looked at the tears that swelled in your eyes and the corpse of your camera in your hands. “Christ.”

“I saved up so much for it,” you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to hold on your tears. The camera was worth a lot! You cherished it, and you’ve only had it for a month! Toji led you to the elevator as you mindlessly followed him, complaining and whining.

“Okay I get it,” Toji groaned walking into the large penthouse, dropping his things down and kicking his shoes off. You wiped your tears noticing the tired strides Toji took to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and chugging it, before wincing. You awkwardly walked in, putting the broken camera down by your shoes, at least the sd card was fine, you thought. Also pushing the cap off.

“You’re still bleeding,” you mumbled, pointing to your temple. Toji brushed it off, but you felt guilty for putting him through more stress with your own problems. So you asked him where the first aid kit was. The large kit was now open on the coffee table as Toji sat on the couch, letting you patch up the stitches that he didn’t let the medic cover up.

Carefully wiping the blood, and spraying it for germs, before placing a bandage on it. Toji could not take his eyes off you. As much as you tried to avoid his eyes, you could feel his piercing gaze on you, immediately warming up your body. Toji hummed once you patched up his chest, his hand roaming up your waist, before slipping under your shirt to feel the warm skin.

“Toji-san,” you mumbled, Toji felt his blood rush down at the cute way you said his name. His fingers mindlessly rubbed your waist as he looked up at you.

“Ask me your questions,” he said, for some reason, he wanted to know what you would look like when you were happy. Only having seen the frustrated and annoyed side which he found to be absolutely adorable and funny.

Your eyes lit up, grabbing the recorder from your back pocket and hitting play. The questions were already in your head as you fired them one after the other. A thrilling blush beginning to form as Toji finally answered them. Though he still brushed past some, he still chose some that he was comfortable answering. Toji licked his lips as he leaned against the couch, answering a question. Your heart was hammering on your chest, he looked so good like this. His eyes were half lidded, the cuts on his face and chest, only seemed to increase his attractiveness.

“Anymore questions for me, sweetheart?” Toji looked up, your lips were parted, the same pink blush he always imagined was bright and apparent. Toji quirked a teasing brow, subconsciously spreading his legs wider for you, as if he knew you’d take that other step and close the distance.

He hummed having your lips push against his. He smiled widely, feeling your inexperienced lips try to get some satisfaction from him. How cute. His hand immediately grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap, he took hold of her jaw and lead the kiss. Kissing her beautiful lips, until she parted them, allowing his tongue to enter, pushing against her. His hand wandering under her shirt, until it rested under her breast, finger pushing under the bra—

“Wait—“ you broke the kiss, your chest was heaving as your thoughts were jumbled. Your eyes darted between his as he gently caressed your cheek, his tongue licking your lips as he had your mind falling back to him. It was all him. You just wanted him. “I’ve never—“

“I think that’s pretty obvious, doll,” Toji cut you off, your face catching on fire, sending the man cackling. “You’re burning up and I’ve only kissed you, I’ve barely even touched you. Can feel your pussy pulsing through your pants.” H-how embarrassing! Your eyes were wide, and cheeks flaring hot.

“What?!” You shrieked, only for Toji to cut you off with his lips. If your lips taste this good, he wonders how good your pussy tastes. You tried your best to keep up with him, pulling your shirt over your head tossing it aside. His lips began to leave sloppy kisses down your neck. Your fingers tangling in the back of his head as his hand trailed up your spine, making you arch into him before he unclasped your bra. Your nipples already perked up as he smiled at them. Your legs squeezed around him, biting your lip when he brushed his lips against the buds.

“So cute,” he said, flicking his tongue on the hard nipples, salvia coating the skin as you bet your lip. His eyes looked up at you, catching you off guard. Your lips parting in surprise only to see his lips tug up. His hand wide digging into the flesh of your waist as he kissed and sucked your tits. Your eyes were dazed, whimpering oh so quietly, it sounded like a lullaby. Toji was getting too excited. A blank canvas. You had no experience at all, especially after that kiss. The thought of his hand being the first to touch you, he’ll make sure it’s the only one too.

“toji-san,” you yelped feeling him lift you up. Your arms wrapping around his shoulder as he caught your lips with his own. Your mind ignoring wherever he was taking you, and allowed yourself to get lost in him. His hand slipping into your pants to grip your ass as he sucked on your neck.

The next thing you know, your pants were on the ground and he was laying you down on the large bed, before his lips were back on yours. Your legs rubbed together, worked up over the heat and pulsing. Toji groaned at the way you were squirming.

“Stop moving,” he growled, your face turning red as you pouted. “If you stay still, I’ll take care of it.” Toji’s eyes looking down at yours. Your lip quivered, lips parting, only making him brush his thumb on the soft tissue, tugging it down. Your tongue seemed to understand, lulling out for him. “How dirty,” he commented. “Such a little slut.” He rubbed his thumb on your wet tongue, making you whimper, however, you desperately clenched your fist, trying not to squirm.

Toji took his time kissing and teasing you. Slowly moving his face down, his licks sent goosebumps rising through your body. Your lip quivering as you watched him anxiously get closer to where you wanted him most. Toji’s fingers tweaked the side of your panties, before pulling it up, making you whine.

“toji-san!” You bit your lip, as Toji raised a brow, you immediately stopped the squirming.

Toji kissed the wet panties. His lips feeling your soft lips beneath the thin fabric. Smells so good, the panties were already drenched, yet he still drooled and lapped at the resistance, only to tease the little bud underneath. Your teeth tug into your lip, frustrated how much he was teasing, but you still wanted to behave. His eyes staring up at you sent shivers down your spine and a warm pool continue to settle between your legs.

“Awww such a good girl,” toji cooed, absolutely delighted how much your obeying. You lips shook as your fingers held his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Is the problem here?” Toji spoke to you like a baby, you couldn’t even lie and say you hated it, because it only had you clenching your legs together, making the older man smirk. Toji’s finger pressed against the bud, your hips jerking as your fingers dug into his shoulder.

“Do something, please,” you mumbled quietly, embarrassed you had to ask. But Toji rewarded you, ripping off your panties, and taking a wet lap up your folds, tongue running through your soaking slit, as he hummed in approval. The taste coating his lips as he smiled in delight. Your hand immediately fell to your side gripping the sheets. Toji hummed feeling his cock rise, lapping up your stunning pussy.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he moaned, taking another lap. Adoring the way you squirmed and clawed at his shoulders. However he already has his tongue in your hole, before he went up and circled your clit with his tongue, grabbing your hips up closer to his face stimulating your beautiful cunt.

“to-toji-san!” You cried as you felt him bring you closer and closer. He held your firmly against him as he ate your pussy, feeling the way your clenched around nothing and your body writhing up, until you finally started shaking and releasing onto his tongue. Your chest was heaving as Toji pulled back. A trail of salvia and juices connecting his lips to your drenched pussy. “Taste so good, lemme get a better look at this cute little pussy,” He licked his lips as he spread apart your folds fingers spreading around your mess, watching you clench around nothing.

“So cute, came so fast, doll,” Toji praised, immediately noticing the way you clenched and rubbed up into his fingers at the praise. Toji laughed, your face turning red as your hands swung down to your core.

“Don’t look!” You blurted, completely embarrassed to have this man stare and admire your most private area. Toji laughed as he brought a finger to your lips. You unknowingly parted them, letting his middle finger enter your mouth, automatically sucking on the digit before he added his ringer finger. Toji hummed rubbing your inner thigh, encouraging you to continue sucking.

You seemed to forget what you did moment ago, because you were retracting your hands and instead tried to rub up on Toji-san. As you held his wrist sucking on his fingers. Your eyes fluttering gently as your drool ran down his wrist and your chin.

“Christ,” Toji mumbled, “you like acting like a little slut?” The slap to your pussy had your hips bucking and uncontrolled moan escape your lips. Your eyes were wide, surprised by the reaction. However, a light sparked lit in Toji’s eyes. “My little girl just moan when I slapped her filthy pussy?” You shook your head embarrassed. He hummed released his fingers from your lips as your own fingers pulled at your bottom lip, unconsciously squeezing your tits together in suspense. Your legs opened wider, inviting the older man to do as he pleased.

Toji groaned at the sight of you sprawled out in front of him. Arousal stirring inside him as he pushed your legs further apart, his fingers rubbing your pussy, spreading your lips so he can see the view. His fingers closed around your bud, making you whine and buck your hips up. Until a sharp slap had you crying out.

“Such a fucking whore, you wanted me to play with you that’s why you came here, eh?” Toji asked, rubbing your clit again before giving it another slap, your eyes filled with tears.

“No!” You replied, lips quivering, not realizing how much you were enjoying this. How he was doing whatever he wanted with your body and you were just going along for the fun.

“That so? You lying to me?” Toji’s middle finger sank into your pussy, causing your hips to roll into him, lips parting as a gasp slipped. “How drenched were you when you went home?” Toji asked, pumping his finger into you, as his thumb played with the swollen bud. “Did you touch yr’slf as you thought of me?” Your face was getting red the more he pushed for answers. Your heart thumping in your ears, because his fingers felt so good inside you.

“More…want more,” you asked, Toji’s tongue clicked as he pulled his fingers out and gave your pussy another slap, your head thrown back as you cried. “toj-san!”

“Don’t act like a fucking brat,” he snapped, rubbing your clit as he asked again. “Did you think of me when you touched yourself?”

“Yes!” You shouted, toji continued to tease your hole, egging you in. “I…couldn’t cum…it didn’t feel good,” you mumbled. “I was so wet, but I wanted…you,” you couldn’t look at him, the words were too embarrassing. Yet Toji was absolutely stunned, his lips tugging into a wide grin before he plunged two fingers into your hole, pumping them fast. A loud cry ripped from your lips at the sudden stretch.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl,” toji was so proud, you were listening to him and you admitted how much you wanted him. He wanted you to cover his hand with your juices, needing you to stretch some more so he can finally sink his heavy cock into you. Your walls squeezing his fingers as he curled them, leaning down to bite and slobber on your tits. Your hands pulling at his hair as you cried, feeling your orgasm edge closer.

Toji hummed against your tits, as he pulled back, pumping faster, hearing the juices squish around, until your hips were squirming up as you gushed around his fingers. The man smiled, pumping you through your high, as you clawed at his wrists to push him away. Your walls clenching around his fingers, as he pulled them out. Smiling at the mess you’d made. He sucked his digits clean, humming at the sweet liquid, as you tried to catch your breath.

“You’re so adorable, like my fingers?” Toji’s lips ghosted yours, as he rolled his hips between your legs. You feel the outline of his dick rub against you. You hummed, your thoughts still floating as you opened your mouth for the man. Tongue hanging out as Toji hummed kissing your tongue as he ran his along yours before letting his spit could down your tongue. You moaned a bit too loudly as you swallowed leaning up for more. Christ you’re this fucked out just by his tongue and fingers?

“good, uh,” you moaned softly as he rocked his hips between your legs. Your pussy drenching his shorts. You still wanted more? Toji’s tongue swirled with yours as you panted against him. Tits pushing up against his broad chest, feeling his salvia on you squish against him.

“Think you can take my cock, sweetheart?” Toji asked, kissing the corner of your lips as you panted gently. Your lips curled into a little smile as your fingers felt his chest, moving down his abs, careful of the purple bruises.

“Wanna have it,” you spoke, your words just flying out of your lips making Toji chuckle as he brushed your hair to see you smiling at him.

“Greedy little thing a‘ren’t you,” Toji laughed as you smiled, licking his lips he lifted you further up the bed so he could toss his shorts and boxers off. Your lips parting at the sight. Flashbacks of him stepping out of the shower were in your mind for a week, but for some reason it slipped your mind that it’ll obvious be bigger when he’s aroused.

Toji hummed as he stroked his cock, before grabbing your hips and rubbing his cock between your folds, getting him wet. Your eyes were wide at the size. He was thick, the mushroom head leaked pre cum as he rested his heavy cock on your stomach, making you realize how far he’ll reach.

“It’s not…” you couldn’t wrap your head around how this is going to work. “there’s no way it’ll fit,” you blurted, completely stunned as Toji laughed rocking his hips between your folds as he pressed his tip against your bud. Circling it as your legs twitched.

“sure about that?” Toji slappped his cock against your clit, making you moan. “made you cum twice, you’ll be fine,” your eyes were wide as Toji pushed your legs up, spreading you out more before he pushed in. Your jaw went slack, as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“To-san!” Toji hummed as you cried out, he’d only gotten the head in.

“fhuck baby, relax,” Toji’s jaw clenched, your grip was suffocating him. You’re lucky he’s your first, because if this was some stupid ass college kid, he wouldn’t have been able to take care of you. But thankfully you were in toji-san’s care.

“b-but it hurts,” you cried, Toji hummed, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“I know, you’re doing so well,” Toji sighed, you felt so good. Of course it hurt, it was your first time yes, but then there was his size. He kissed your face, as he rubbed his thumb on your clit, until your lips parted and suddenly you came around him. Toji smiled, taking this moment to push himself further inside.

A scream ripped from you as you felt Toji sink further into you, until he was laughing, and rocking his hips inside you.

“Good girl, taking me all in,” Toji praised you, as your eyes were foggy as you felt so full. Toji hummed as he pushed your leg up his shoulder, only to sink further. A moan escaping your lips as Toji hummed. “feel so good, gonna fuck you just the way you want.” Toji pulled back out, your lips parting at the sudden loss before his hips snapped into you. Your eyes filled with tears.

“Crying over my cock, baby,” Toji cooed as he fucked your pussy as tears ran down your flushed face. Your tits bouncing with each thrust as he planted himself harder, fingers digging into your flesh. His eyes dilating at the small blood at the base of his cock. “fuck me,” he groaned, biting the inside of your thigh that rested on his shoulder. Your throat was dry as you felt yourself drawing closer.

“c-close! ahh please!” You cried, nails leaving marks along his arms as Toji edged you closer until you were bucking you hips up, clenching around him. The fighter was so full, his balls were heavy as they continued to slap the curve of your ass. You could feel the vein of his cock run against your walls as his hair tickled your clit. Toji hummed, licking his lips at the ring at the base of his cock. Hearing your wet cunt as he fucked into you.

“t-toj…san,” your words were slurred, completely fucked out, Toji’s eyes delighting at the sight. Suddenly lifting you off the bed, his knees and feet digging into the mattress as he held you up, fucking up into you. A cry escaped your lips at the overstimulation. His large hand holding the small of your back as the other gripped your thigh.

“look so fucking good, such a fucking angel,” Toji’s praises poured from his lips. This was the first time he’s been so captured by someone. Your hair stuck to your forehead as Toji’s abs tense, your finger grasping his hair as your head leaned back, back arching as he bit your chest. “Perfect fucking pussy, baby. Such a good—uh fuck,” Toji felt his cock twitch, as he felt you clamping around him again.

Your head fell forward as you pulled his hair so his head tilted back to meet yours. Your eyes were completely dazed, his eyes blown, as your lips met his. He felt your falling tears, run down his cheeks as your tongue hanged out as your nails dug deep cumming around him, Toji bit your lip fucking up, until he felt his balls clench, and he was pulling you up, so his cock flew out spraying his hot white cum between your bodies. Toji groaned as he rocked you up and down, cock between your folds as he milked his cum out. Emptying his balls.

“toji-san,” your head rested on his sweaty shoulder, drool slipping from your lips. “was it good…d-did i do good?” Lips parted as you slowly calm down from the high. Toji caressed your back. Smiling as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, laying you down on the mattress his lips capturing yours. You whining on his lips.

“You were so good for me,” your cheeks were flush. Toji chuckled as he felt your pussy twitch rubbing up at the praise. “Like it when I praise you?” Toji didn’t need to ask, he knew, it couldn’t be more obvious. Yet he enjoyed the way your cheeks lit up.

“I just…” you yawned, as Toji settled beside you. Your voice was a bit hoarse. So toji brushed your lips, as he mumbled he’ll grab a water for you.

Toji grunted as he walked into the kitchen. His body was sore from the fight, and after wrecking you, he felt like he could barely move. However, it was so worth it. Itching his shoulder as he filled a glass of water, he felt the breeze on his body. Taking notice of his wet dick. He should probably wipe you down as well…Toji didn’t bother thinking about how you’re the only person he’d do that for, because you were worth it. Toji made a quick call before grabbing a warm wet towel and returning to the bedroom.

“sweetheart?” Toji kneeled beside you, only to see that you’d knocked out. Understandable, you also had a long day. You mentioned earlier that you’d stayed up the night before working on an essay, and then you had the long night with him. Toji couldn’t help the smile as he parted your legs seeing the mess. How much he wanted to leave you like that. But he pushed the selfish thought, and wiped you clean. Also wiping his cum that sprayed on your stomach and tits.

“toji-san,” you mumbled, a hand reaching for him. You were too tired to open your eyes so Toji finished up tossing the towel aside and pulling you into his chest as you fell back asleep. You were so warm, your body wrapping on top of him, your hands brushed his stomach as your cheek was smooshed against his pec, lips parted. This is a nice way to fall asleep, toji thought, before he too fell asleep.

Toji woke the next morning. The floor to ceiling window covered the side of the room as it overlooked the city. Looking under his arm to see the body tangled in the white sheets , still dozed off. Rubbing his eyes, the man sat up, before he took another look at the girl in his bed. A brow quirked as he saw your bare back facing him as you laid on your stomach, completely sprawled on his large bed, the sheet so tangled around your ass and somehow wrapped aggressively around one leg.

It was almost the afternoon, Toji pushed the cover off his body as he walked to the kitchen, rubbing his face. He answered a couple calls from his manager and some sponsors, before he went through this emails, sipping his coffee. Returning to the room, looking over at you still fast asleep. Drool coming from your lips. The urge to take picture had him snapping two before tossing his phone on the bed and heading to the bathroom.

Toji took his time washing his face, careful of his cuts, brushing his teeth, taking a piss, so on. Then stepping into the shower. His thoughts wandered to you. Rinsing all the sex from his body, he stepped out of the steaming shower drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. That’s when he heard the buzzer. Stepping out of the bathroom.

You stirred awake at the loud noise. Eyes blinking at the bright light, you pressed your face into the soft mattress. Just a few more minutes. The bed is so warm. So much room. Then you heard a low voice in the distance. Suddenly your mind woke up, eyes finally opening to see the large windows, that sprayed daylight into the large ass bedroom. Toji-san! Your mind screamed.

You pushed your body up until you fell back onto the mattress. “Shit” you looked down at your body to see the tangled mess that entrapped you. Grumbling to yourself, as you anxiously untangled your limbs.

“You’re up,” his deep voice catching you off guard, quickly holding the blanket to your chest. Your eyes looking up at the man standing beside the open door, walking further in, a gray towel loose on his hips. Your cheeks turning a shade darker at the bruises from yesterdays fight, along with your own nail marks, reminding you of last night.

“uh, morning…” you spoke, cheeks pink. This was the first time you’ve done this. And the last time! But this is awkward! Toji chuckled, walking over as he handed you the box. Luckily you untangled yourself enough to sit up. Letting the cover drop, resting on your lap as you accepted the box.

Toji sipped his coffee as he let you open the package. His eyes wandering over your exposed skin, the morning light finally highlighting his work from the long night. His pride swelling as the bruising hand marks sparkled around your waist, the bite marks still visible around your neck, and tits. Then the beautiful dark hickies littered across your tits and the rest of your body. My he did a number on you.

“Are you serious!” You shouted, pulling out the camera. Your lip quivered as you felt a sudden rush of happiness. It was the same exact one that broke last night. “My camera,” you hugged the brand new camera. “How’d you get a new one so fast?”

“Does it matter?” Toji asked, you shook your head. The man hummed as he watched you pull out the lense.

“This lense is even better, my old one was just a 16-20mm this is a 16-80mm lense,” you ranted, toji had no clue what the hell that meant. But at least you liked it. His hand reached out to your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Your eyes bright and warm as he brushed your hair off your forehead, patting your head. Your face went red, making the man laugh.

“So it’s good?” Toji confirmed.

“Mhmm,” you smiled, the toothy grin having Toji’s stomach warm up, such a cute little thing you were. His hand holding the back of your head, pulled you to his lips. You hummed in surprise, but allowed the man to part your lips, letting you taste his morning coffee. Your tongue wanting to press against his, making Toji chuckle, his hand running down your side as you leaned further in.

Toji soon pulled away as he stood up. “Let’s grab some breakfast,” Toji said. Your eyes bright, and cute flush dusting your cheeks after the heated kiss. “You can shower if you want,” Toji said, you hummed. Putting the camera to the side, you moved off the bed, only for your legs to buckle. Fuck me, there’s no way.

Toji looked over his shoulder. His brow raised, watching you stand back up, but your hand grabbed at your leg and the other held the bed steadying yourself.

“Need help?” Toji’s teasing voiced hit you straight in the chest. Smug bastard. Your jaw clenched as you looked up at him. How adorable. Toji saw the twitch in your eye.

“No,” you snapped, sucking in a deep breath as you got up taking a step forward. Fuck you really needed to use the bathroom, that’s why it’s harder to walk.

“Really gonna be a brat about this?” Toji said again watching you sweat and struggle.

“It’s your fault,”

“My fault…for doing what you asked?” Toji threw back.

“I—you…” toji loved the way you were getting worked up. “It was my first time! It’s not my fault!”

“Okay, yes yes,” Toji waved you aside turning around to leave. “Whatever you say, gonna act like a brat, then make your own way to the bathroom.”

Your fist tightened around the sheets, your legs struggling to move. Just needa piss then it’ll be fine. You sucked up your two inch pride.

“Toji-san,” you called, eyes cast down in embarrassment. “Please help me.” A smirk tugged on his lips, easily striding over, mug aside, hoisting you up, hands on your ass as your legs wrapped around him, arms around his shoulder.

“Wasnt so hard was it?” He met your eyes as you rolled them, making him give your ass a slap. A yelp surprising you as he smirked up, feeling your pussy press against his abs. “You really are one dirty brat,” he said rubbing your ass cheek as he spread them apart feeling you press against him. Suddenly giving it another slap, making you gasp.

“D-Don’t,” you stuttered, you need to use the bathroom. “I have to go, don’t tease me now,” you said embarrassed. Toji laughed, feeling your pussy pulse against his stomach. Your bottom lip tucked in your mouth as you struggled to contain yourself, only for Toji to give you another slap sending a wave down your body, just in time for Toji to let his towel slip to the floor and step in the shower, letting the hot water hit you both.

“You get worked up too easily,” Toji taunted caressing your lips with his thumb as you pissed. Your tongue lulled out as he smiled, letting you suck on his thumb as you rubbed against him, as he held your ass. “Last night not enough for you?” Toji groaned as he felt your tongue circle the tip of his thumb, before you opened your mouth, finishing your release. “You’ll be the death of me.”

Toji rubbed his leaking tip between your folds, as he attacked your lips. “Gonna take me in, like a good girl, eh?” Toji said, rubbing your ass as you hummed nodding. You were adorable, whining and moaning as if you weren’t asking for it. His finger loosened you up, before he sank you on his cock. Your back arching as you held him close, before he started fucking you into the wall.

“Ah so big,” you squeaked, as your moans bounced off the walls. Your pussy clamped around him as he swallowed your moans. Until you were cumming around him. Toji wanted so badly to pull out and have you get on your knees for him as he came on your face, however, he decided he’d rather teach you that another time. He wanted to lay back and enjoy the scene of you gagging and struggle to fit him in your mouth. So he opted for pulling out and cumming between your bodies. Your fingers delicately holding his cock, as Toji nuzzled his face in your neck as you stroked him for more cum, smiling when you felt the thick length twitch and release a bit more.

You were a little wobbly as Toji set your legs down. Your hands holding his arms until you were steady. Toji didn’t bother to think about how out of the ordinary this is for him. How he actually enjoyed how you washed your hair, or how you were struggling on your tip toes to wash his hair until he kneeled on the floor for you. You laughed as you cleaned his hair, and him not caring that he’d taken a shower ten minutes prior, because at least now he was kissing your stomach and feeling up your thighs as your fingers massaged his scalp.

Don’t ask Toji to explain how much he enjoyed your hands cleaning his body or you speaking to him casually. Because if he was being honest, this was something that felt normal. It felt right. You came into his life so unexpectedly yet you fit into it so perfectly.

Toji Fushiguro, the top MMA fighter, known for his unexpected violence. Is a complete and utter softie for this journalist.

part 2

hi so my heart broke when scaras gross was taken away and wondered since in sagau were the all powerfull creator qhat if on his birthday we make him his own custom gnosis tailored to git him in every way like it not only matches his fighting style but it also fits his aesthetic

Authors note; Okay so this is pure fluff. Like teeth rotting sweet fluff. I feel majority of my writing talent revolves around smut so this should be some good practice! My love for Scara came out so this writing turned out a bit mushy.

CW: Sumeru archon quest spoilers, gender neutral reader, a pinch of angst in the beginning, possessive behavior, lots of physical touch, scaramouche being a brat towards other people, certain comedy aspects, mentions of Ei, Miko, Tartaglia, and Heizou

Everyone in Teyvat feared the man formerly known as the balladeer, but not you. You knew his story, you admired him from the very beginning. Before your decent into Teyvet you loved him from the bottom of your heart and wanted nothing more than to help him.

Scaramouche had met you before his attempt to become an archon. You had given him the affection he had never received before. Because of this he had began to grow attached to you. He thought that you loved him until Ei’s gnosis was taken from him. He was so confused, he thought you cared about him.

You had watched what happened but didn’t interfere. You loved him but you knew that he needed to learn a lesson from this situation. It hurt your heart to watch the gnosis be taken from him by Nahida but you knew it wasn’t his. You allowed this to happen because you thought he would lose himself once he absorbed all of the greater lord Rukkhavata’s knowledge. You loved him far too much to let that happen.

You watched the battle play out and then took him back home with you so you could help him recover from his injuries. As he laid in bed for a few weeks you cooked for him, brought him medicine, and did your very best to comfort him. You tried to explain your reasoning behind allowing the gnosis to be taken from him and to your surprise he seemed to understand your side. He slowly became fully comfortable with your affection. He took advantage of any moment you weren’t busy to snuggle up next to you.

The whole time he was with you he seemed devastated over what took place. He didn’t even have the energy to throw sarcastic remarks around. He just seemed utterly heartbroken. You understood his pain and did your best to think of a way to make him feel better.

During the time he was spending recovering, you had been coming up with a gnosis design for him. It had broke your heart to see him in the shape he was in. If it meant turning him into a lesser god to make him happy you would do it.

The gnosis was significantly weaker than the other seven. You didn’t want him to try and wipe out a whole nation as soon as he got it. The gnosis was made to emotionally comfort him and protect him, not for him to start the next archon war.

You thought an anemo based gnosis would help him feel more secure, and give him an identity separated from Raiden Ei. You were very careful with your ideas, drawing each of them out on a sheet of paper before starting with the actual creation process. Every single thing down to the color was made to match him perfectly. The new abilities he would receive would be things he would have designed for himself.

Once your creation was finally finished and his birthday was right around you corner, you thought this would be an excellent gift. You had spent the whole day trying to make him happier. You took him anywhere he asked, and bought him whatever he wanted. All of that to lead up to the end of the day where you could give him his final present.

“I have something for you, Scaramouche. I worked extremely hard on it, and I hope it can be a good substitute for what you lost all those weeks ago. It’s made specifically for you.” You extended your hand and placed the gift into his palm. He looked at it with furrowed brows struggling to form a thought.

The way the blue and purplish hues shifted and flowed as he held the gnosis in his hand made his heart pound. The the rim of the gnosis matched the golden rim of his hat. The words “It’s made specifically for you.” replayed in his head as he stared at it.

He didn’t have any clue what to say. This was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. In all honestly he wanted to breakdown at your feet right there and then. He never said anything to you, all he did was pull you close and hold you so you couldn’t see the tears threatening to fall. You rubbed his back gently and rocked him ride to side while shushing him.

The night of his birthday you held him all night and told him how much you cared for him until he feel asleep. You had given him something to prove your love so he was finally able to believe your words of affirmation. His heartbeat didn’t calm down all night, you had promised to teach him how to use it in the morning. He felt like a kid waiting for santa claus, he could barely even shut his eyes for more than a few minutes.

If he wasn’t a religious man before he surely is now. You had cared enough to do such a thing for him. You put time and effort into making something for HIM. It doesn’t matter if your intentions for making this for him were romantic or not, he will take it as a relationship proposal. He sees this as a sign that you are both connected in a special way.

At this point he’s disregarded all of the other gods, they were irrelevant to him. All that matters to him is the purity and kindness you showed him. You cared for the unloved and cast out, something that he’d never seen any other god do.

The time he spent with you increased by a lot. You could barely breathe without him invading your personal space. The thought that you, the creator, the only real god in his mind, cared for him when no one else would was enough to tie him to you forever. It doesn’t matter what you try to do to this boy, he’s not going anywhere. Even if you demand he leave you alone, he won’t care. He’ll stay right next to you until the day he dies.

Not only has he invaded your personal space, but your bed too. He used to be respectful and stay in the guest bedroom but ever since the night of his birthday he has been plopping down right beside of you and expects you to hold him, and play with his hair all night long. He seems to hold a belief that you and him are on equal terms because of his new power. (despite still being less powerful than the 7 archons 💀)

Ever since you gave him the gnosis he has devoted his life to you. You’ll wake up and he’ll be there already giving you a back massage. You wish people could see him for how sweet he actually is with you. He’s so doting and caring toward you but just becomes a little demon with everyone else.

Be prepared to never speak to another man again after you give him this gnosis. He once saw you laughing and joking with Heizou. He had no problem walking right up to you, accusing Heizou of trying to be a home wrecker, and throwing you over his shoulder to carry back home.

He’s not very quiet about the new gift he received. He brags about it like a 13 year old boy that just saw boobs for the first time. It doesn’t matter to him if he’s already told the person about the gnosis. He’s going to tell them again with a shit eating grin on his face. He loves for people to look at him. He’ll wear the gnosis around his neck if he’s with you, just so people can gawk.

You know those annoying boys that say things like “Oh you like insert band?? NAME EVERY SONG” yeah that’s him but with you. “Oh you’re a believer in the almighty creator? Name the location of every single mole on their body. Can’t answer?? Exactly, that’s why they didn’t give you a gnosis.”

He will BEG you to go update Ei on his situation now. All he wants is to walk right up to her and shove it in her face that her “trashed creation” is getting treated better than anyone else in teyvat. You figured they already knew because he had already done his runway strut in inazuma with his new gnosis on full display.

You have to nearly have to tie him down to keep him from running to Snezhnaya to challenge his ex co-workers. God forbid the Fatui find out about this. They will be coming for his gnosis with no hesitation. I’m sure Tartaglia will be extremely hurt seeing that a short gremlin ended up getting a gnosis instead of him. You better keep a close eye on Scara just encase a certain someone tries to take his gift.

If anyone doubts you as the creator his blood boils, but if anyone praises you as the creator his blood also boils. He fears when other people praise you, he wonders if you will cherish them more than you do him. You just cannot win with this man unless you are his beloved.

𓏲 ˖. pairings. . . kazuha x reader x scaramouche

𓏲 ˖. summary. . . kunikuzushi and kazuha are dating, and you want them both. what you don’t know is that they want you too

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . general yandere themes, afab reader, degradation, threesome, orgasm denial, oral (giving), fingering, semi-public sex, virgin reader, a lot of kissing, scara and kazuha are 18, excessive use of the word whine

𓏲 ˖. notes. . . a self indulgent 6.4k word fic with my favorites 😩 i’m too lazy to edit this, so i’m sorry for the mistakes

this was originally posted on ao3 by me.

"y/n, are you ready?" kazuha asks as you grab your bag from behind your chair, sling it on your back and quickly walk towards the door where he stands. you nod your head with a smile which he returns sweetly.

"good. let's hurry, okay? i don't have a lot of time to tutor you today because i have a date with kuni tonight." the smile quickly falls from your face and you tilt your head down at the floor. a sudden sick feeling floods your stomach as you think about kazuha and kunikuzushi going on a date.

you’ve desperately been in love with both of them for a little over a year now. it started out as just a little puppy crush on kunikuzushi, who you helped a lot with student council business. then you started having trouble keeping your grades up, so your homeroom teacher assigned kazuha to be your tutor.

your crush on kazuha grew quickly. you were easily entranced by the soft smile and sweet praises he gave you whenever you did something correctly, and you absolutely swooned over the gentle encouragement you got when you struggled. kazuha is an absolute sweetheart, and he’s so very pretty too. honestly, it was no surprise that you harbored romantic feelings for him.

it wasn't until a few weeks after kazuha started tutoring you that you found out he and kunikuzushi were a couple. it was also around that time that kunikuzushi began treating you like you were the dirt on his shoes—glaring at you whenever you were with kazuha, ignoring you whenever you came to the student council room, even going so far as to yell insults at you whenever you messed up. you couldn't handle being treated like, so you stopped helping the student council. but your feelings for him never wavered.

your heart ached terribly. you want nothing more than to date them both and receive their affections. you want kunikuzushi to look at you the same way he looks at kazuha, so full of love and adoration. you want to be able to share sweet kisses with them both. you want to snuggle into kazuha's arms and fall asleep as he runs his fingers through your hair, whispering romantic poems into your ear. and mostly, you want to be pinned between them as they fuck you senseless.

"y/n?" you heard kazuha call. you snapped from your thoughts and realized you stopped walking, now mindlessly standing in the middle of the hallway. your eyes widened and you quickly caught up to kazuha, mumbling a little sorry when you were next to him.

"are you alright? you don't look too well. should we skip tutoring today so you can get checked out by the nurse?" you quickly turned towards him, grabbing his sleeves as you shook your head no aggressively. you would rather suffer eternally than miss out on your time with kazuha.

"no! i’m okay, i promise! i’m just a little distracted." you watch as kazuha stares at you, unable to fully process what just happened. you can tell he’s worried about you, and a little curious too. he has to wonder what could draw out such a reaction from you.

"okay," he whispers. you don’t notice his eyes flicking towards his boyfriend who stands shocked behind you. kazuha shakes his head curtly before turning his attention back to you. "let’s study somewhere more secluded today. follow me."

—/—

you look around the unfamiliar classroom kazuha dragged you to. from what you can tell, it looks abandoned, but also not really. the desks and chairs are pushed towards the back wall of the room, signifying that the classroom is unused, but it's much cleaner than an unused classroom should be.

you look towards kazuha with a confused expression on your face, tilting your head to the side as you do.

kazuha chuckles, "i use this place to ditch class a lot, kuni too." you gasp softly, bewildered by the idea of top student kazuha and student council president kunikuzushi actually skipping class. then again, you remember that neither boys seem to be the type to actually care about school, despite their positions.

you hum softly, turning your attention to the hem of your shirt, which you anxiously rub between your fingers. now that you’ve had a chance to calm down, you realize how ridiculous your actions were earlier and now you’re embarrassed. your cheeks begin to burn thinking about it as you bite your bottom lip.

"y/n," kazuha trails off, breaking the somewhat awkward silence. you look up to see him much closer than he just was a few seconds ago, and you can feel your heart begin to race against your chest. a small noise escapes your lips as kazuha sits in the chair belonging to the desk you’re sitting on. he gently grabs your hands and runs his thumb slowly across your skin.

you don’t know whether to feel more nervous or more comfortable by this. being this close to kazuha, having him hold your hands so carefully feels nice, but you have to remind yourself that you’re not allowed to get too comfortable with this affectionate treatment, because he’s not your boyfriend.

"what’s got you so distracted?" he whispers, looking up at you, and that look makes you suddenly feel like you’re unable to breathe.

"i just…" you look away, unable to keep your composure while kazuha looks at you like you're the most delicate, precious thing ever. that and, you’re afraid of the way kazuha will react when you finally admit the feelings you’re had for him and his boyfriend for so long.

you could try and play your earlier actions off as not getting enough sleep, or you having trouble at home, but you feel like in order to accept things you should confess. you know that kazuha won't treat you differently, at least you hope not. maybe kazuha will hate you or be disgusted, but at least then you might be able to move on.

"it’s just, i have feelings for someone who has a boyfriend… but I also have feelings for his boyfriend too." kazuha stays silent for a while, and you keep your head turned away, missing the smirk form on his lips.

"is that so?" kazuha trails off, letting go of your hands to gently rub his thumb in circles on your thighs instead. "tell me more, maybe I can help you."

you don't know what to say, tense and flustered from all the sudden attention kazuha is giving your body. his cool fingertips dragging lightly on your thighs sends shivers down your spine, and suddenly all the confidence you had about sharing your feelings is nowhere to be seen. you could feel the heat in your face burn hotter and your breath was short as you tried to process all the sensory information you were receiving.

it took you a few minutes, but kazuha didn't seem to mind at all. he continued to rub your thighs, staring at you as he waited patiently for a response.

"well… um. i used to hang out with his boyfriend, we weren't really friends or anything, just i helped out his club here and there and developed a crush." you bit your lip as you thought about how to say the next part, because if kazuha hadn't put the pieces together already, he would soon.

kazuha hummed, urging you to continue. you took a shaky breath.

"then later i started struggling with my grades and needed a tutor… i sort of grew a crush on him too."

after you admitted that, you looked away, avoiding kazuha’s intense stare. he tightened his grip on your thighs, and you assumed that he was getting frustrated. you almost expected him to push you aside and storm out of the classroom, but he didn't. instead he slid his hand further up your thigh to your waist, gripping it tightly to slide you off the desk and into his lap.

you gasped, face heated as you felt yourself stumble into his chest. you didn't know what to do or say, so you stayed still. your stomach swirled uncomfortably as you waited in anticipation for what he would do next.

kazuha held onto you tightly, feeling your soft, plush skin beneath his fingers. he used one hand to grip your chin, tilting your head up so that your faces were mere inches away from each other. you could feel his breath on you lips, and you whimpered softly at the sensation.

"i know exactly how to help you." kazuha whispered before pulling your head closer and kissing you on the lips. you let out another gasp, feeling electricity run through your entire body at the contact, and immediately you leaned forward to deepen the kiss. it felt so nice, so perfect, to be kissed by one of the people you love most. but then realization dawned on you about what exactly is happening.

worry filled your stomach at the thought of kunikuzushi finding out and hating you forever. you’ll be labeled as a boyfriend stealer or slit, and then everyone else will hate you too. even so, you couldn't find it in yourself to pull away. you whimpered into the kiss, pulling kazuha closer by the shirt.

kazuha lapped at the inside of your mouth, exploring every crevice of the warm cavern like it was his life's passion. he let his hands roam back down to your hips again, gripping them tightly as he harshly grinded up into your soaking pussy, coaxing a sweet little moan out of your pretty mouth.

your hands tightened on the fabric of his shirt as your body arched into his touch. kazuha pulls away slightly, only to nibble on your bottom lip, sucking lightly and making you let out a needy whine.

when kazuha pulls away he threads his fingers into your hair, tugging back gently to get the perfect view of your dazed face. you panted softly, tongue lulled slightly out of your mouth and drool seeped from the corner of your lips.

kazuha leaned in and ran his nose along your jaw, and then down your neck where he placed gentle kisses and nips, leaving a faint trail of light purple marks behind.

you whined, squirming in his hold. your whole body felt so sensitive and tingly, it was all so much for you to handle. kazuha continued to trail kisses all along your throat until he reached your collarbone, where he pressed a single light kiss to, eliciting another soft moan from you before he pulled back.

kazuha hummed as he looked at you. he ran a thumb over the marks he'd left, smirking as you shivered from his touch. he felt satisfied, not only with being able to make such a mess out of you from a few kisses, but also by being the first one to make a move on you.

after a few minutes of sitting silently, kazuha stood up, making sure that when he set you down you could stand properly. you held onto his arms, trying to balance yourself before looking up at him. worry once again filled your stomach and you felt like throwing up.

"why did you do that?" you asked, voice sounding so small. "what about kuni?" the last thing that you want is for kuni to hate you more than he probably already does. no matter how good it felt to kiss kazuha, you don’t want to ruin anything.

"there's nothing you need to worry about, y/n." you frowned, not feeling reassured at all by his words, but you stay silent.

you watch as kazuha turns around towards the desk you just shared a kiss at to grab both of your bags. it's then that you realize it's already time for you both to go and your frown deepens. you wish desperately that you could go with kazuha, that you didn't have to worry about kissing him just now.

"i won't be able to walk you to the train today, i'm sorry. will you be okay on your own?" you look up to see kazuha standing close to you with one arm outstretched that holds your bag. you grabbed it, nodding your head as you whispered that you would be fine.

kazuha smiles at you before walking out of the room, leaving you there alone.

—/—

the next day you walked into school feeling like shit. you hardly got any sleep last night, not being able to shake the thought of kunikuzushi finding out about the kiss you had with kazuha. you remembered what kazuha told you about not having to worry, but that only made you feel more anxious. what's there not to worry about when you kissed someone else’s boyfriend behind said boyfriend’s back?

if kunikuzushi found out that you’re the reason kazuha cheated, then he'd hate you, and that's the absolute last thing you want.

when you walked into your home room class, you tried your best not to freak out. the sight of kunikuzushi sitting at his desk, reading a book so peacefully made you feel guilty. you swallowed thickly as you began walking past him, but he looked up at you before you could make it far.

the moment your eyes met his, you felt your heart jump up into your throat. you stared at each other for only a few seconds, but you felt like it was much longer. kunikuzushi looked at you blankly, and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

kunikuzushi smirked, flicking his eyes back down to his book as you stood frozen and unable to breathe.

you bit your lip as you tried to process what just happened.iIt was such an unusual encounter because kunikuzushi hardly paid you any attention except for the occasional glare or snide comment. the only explanation for kunikuzushi's actions could be that he was somehow mocking you, but kunikuzushi took to insults more than whatever the fuck that was.

"you look like an idiot just standing there." kunikuzushisaid flattly, not taking his eyes off of his book. your cheeks burned and you quickly took your seat behind him.

hee hour-long class went by agonizingly slow. you could barely concentrate on anything, and kunikuzushi wasn't really helping you with that at all. in fact, he made it much harder for you to even think properly by taking any chance that he could to mess with you.

it made your head spin. you were so confused about kunikuzushi's switch in behavior, but at the same time it made you buzz in delight. who were yoy to deny affections from one of your crushes, no matter how out of character it was or if it was to mock you.

the thing is, since kunikuzushi's behavior is unexpected, you can't help but become a flustered mess whenever you interect with him. even making breif eye conctact makes you become so unbelievably shy.

there was a particular instance where the teacher asked kunikuzushi to hand out a worksheet for everyone to complete. he went around the room placing a copy on each persons desk, but when he got to you he held his hand out for you to take it yourself.

your fingers brushed together lightly causing you to gasp quietly. kunikuzushi smirked as he leaned down close to you. so close, in fact, that you could feel you skin begin to tingle as kunikuzushi's warm breath fanned your face. you struggled to look directly at him, nervous by this closeness.

"what's wrong?" he said lowly, feigning concern. "you look nervous" kunikuzushi's voice dripped with amusement as he spoke. he smirked as you mumbled incoherently. the more kunikuzushi stayed so close to you, teasing you, the more you were unable to function properly.

"i didn't realize how easy it is to make you flustered," kunikuzushi continued a few seconds later, leaning even closer to you. "i wonder why?" he whispered in your ear, making your face become impossibly hotter.

you could hardly help the small whine that escaped your lips. kunikuzushi pulled away, looking at you as if he was pleased by your reaction. he placed the paper on your desk then returned to his own seat, acting as if he hadn't just made you into a flustered mess with a few simple words.

for the rest of the day you weren’t able to focus on anything except for kunikuzushi, you even forgot about the kiss from yesterday and all your worry about kunikuzushi finding out—at least you forgot until it was the end of your last class and you heard kazuha calling for you by the door like usual.

you felt nervous and light headed all of a sudden as you packed all of your things into your bag. you wondered if your tutoring sessions would go back to normal like nothing happened yesterday. you weren't so sure you could do that. it would hurt too much knowing that your kiss could easily be forgotten, as if it never had any true meaning at all. you would rather never study with kazuha again than be forced to act like nothing happened.

your nerves only grow as you think about what might happen; you can feel your hands begin to shake slightly as you place the last thing into your bag. you take a shaky breath before slinging the bag onto your shoulder and make your way towards the kazuha, who’s waiting patiently by the door.

you didn't expect him to grab your wrist without saying a word as he drags you off to where you assume is the library—the place you two usually study. you gasped, stunned by the action as you do your best to keep up with his fast pace.

you tried pulling your wrist out of his grasp, but he simply tightened the hold on your wrist. you try again a few seconds later, but quickly stop when you hear kazuha grumble for you to be good. your face heats up, embarrassed by his choice of words.

when kazuha finally slowed down you barely had enough time to register that you weren't at the library, but instead at the room where you two kissed yesterday. you turned to look at him curiously, wondering why you were here instead of the library. kazuha ignores you though, instead opening the door and gently pushing you inside.

the room is fairly dark so it takes you a little while to realize that kunikuzushi is in the room, sitting in the same chair where kazuha sat yesterday. you freeze, eyes widening as you feel your stomach flip uncomfortably. you hear the door lock behind you and you quickly turn to kazuha, looking up at him as you grip the hem of your shirt tightly.

your mind races as you try to figure out what could possibly be going on. immediately you jump to the worst conclusion, thinking that maybe they both already hate you and this was just a very extensive plot to absolutely humiliate you. but a small sliver of hope made you cling to the idea that this could also be a confession. after all, it made the most sense considering the kiss between you and kazuha and subtle flirting from kunikuzushi.

"what's going on?" you ask, breaking the silence. you keep your eyes on kazuha, too nervous to look at kunikuzushi who is the more intimidating one of the two.

kazuha walks toward you, reaching one of his hands out to tightly grip your waist to pull you close to his body. you gasp quietly, surprised by the intimate touch. you try your best to turn your head around to see how kunikuzushi reacts, but kazuha grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to keep your eyes on him.

kazuha tilts your head slightly to the side, leaning in to place gentle kisses on your neck. you feel him smirk against your skin when you shiver in delight. you lose coherence for a little bit, your head becoming foggy as you enjoy the way that kazuha kisses you so softly—like you were such a delicate little thing that needed to be handled with care.

a muffled moan leaves your lips as kazuha begins to suck on your neck roughly, leaving behind a red-ish purple mark once he pulls away. he licks the mark a few times, enjoying how it makes you grab his shoulders tightly. kazuha then kisses your cheek, his lips lingering for a few seconds before he pulls away to look at your dazed expression.

"hey, wai–wait a second. what about kunikuzushi?" you suddenly ask frantically, struggling in kazuhas grip as you attempted to look towards kunikuzushi again. you find this whole situation weird, and it's causing you to feel a little dizzy from trying to wrap your head around it.

you whine as kazuha kneads the skin on your hips, the pleasurable sensation distracting you enough so that you stop struggling.

"it's as I said yesterday, y/n. there's nothing you need to worry about." kazuha smirks at you. "isn't that right, kuni?" he asks, cocking his head to the side so he can see his boyfriend behind you. kunikuzushi glares at him, unhappy that kazuha couldn't keep his hands to himself until they at least explained the situation to you.

"that's right," he says, standing from his seat.

you bite your lip, holding in a whine as kunikuzushi approaches from behind you. the nerves that you felt might've been enough to make you fall to the floor if it weren't for kazuha holding onto you so tightly. you could barely think, your mind slipping in and out of coherence and making your body feel so weak—you were practically limp in kazuha's arms.

your eyes flutter closed, a sweet moan muffling in your mouth as you feels kunikuzushi suddenly press against your ass. the stimulation earlier during your kiss with kazuha caused your body to become sensitive and needy for any kind of sensual touch. you subconsciously pressed yourself against kunikuzushi, grinding against him lightly as you hums in pleasure.

kunikuzushi places his hands on your hips, just below where kazuhas hands are, and rubs the area softly. his long fingers slip under your shirt to feel your plush stomach.

"mph— ahh— kazuha," you gasp, feeling kazuha bite down on your neck, this time lower towards your collarbone. he ignores your whines and continues leaving more marks all over your neck and upper chest, addicted to the sweet taste of you. it was easy for kazuha to get lost in his own desires, too needy and horny to stop himself. but it’s not like you really mind, you probably wanted this more than kunikuzushi and kazuha combined.

when kazuha finally pulled away, he feverishly lapped his tongue over the marks he'd left, soothing the achy redness. he smirks at your blissful expression, your teary eyes closed as you tried to keep lewd noises from escaping your lips as kunikuzushi played with your body.

you could hardly keep yourself from falling weakly into kazuhas chest as kunikuzushi reached a hand into your pants, placing his cold fingers against your buzzing clit. you arched your back, grinding your ass against kunikuzushi's hard cock while he began to rub your clit steadily.

"something about seeing you fondle her gets me so worked up." kazuha whispers to kunikuzushi as he removes an arm from around you to readjust his pants.

kunikuzushi huffs out a quiet laugh. "oh yeah?" he teased. "wanna watch as I fuck her then? i bet you'll just love watching as I make her scream for me."

you whined as you look between the two boys, dazed and flustered. you suddenly feel embarrassed about the situation you’re in. as pitiful as it was for an eighteen year old, you’ve never had sex. you’ve only masturbated occasionally, but other than that you’ve never even kissed another person until the previous night with kazuha. yet here you are, between your crushes as they touch and teases your body sexually. and now they're talking about fucking you? you were screwed—literally, probably.

"i think she likes the idea of that too. what a little slut." kunikuzushi smirks, thrusting his hips roughly against you, making you choke on a moan.

"awe, don't tease her, kuni. she looks so adorable like this." kazuha hums, grabbing your cheek to see your flustered expression. he licks his lips before leaning in to kiss you again, this time much softer than how he's previously kissed you.

you whine and pull away from kazuha when kunikuzushi stops touching your clit. you looks at him, nearly about to cry from desperation. kunikuzushi smirks at kazuha who was pouting about being interrupted.

"yeah, she's adorable, but she's still a needy cock whore. just look at the way she's grinding herself against me like a bitch in heat." kunikuzushi taunts.

you ignore the two boys, far too focused on pleasing yourself to be interested in anything they're saying. it's difficult though, no matter how hard you try, he just can't seem to make yourself feel as good as when they touch you. it begins to frustrate you quickly. you pant and whine, looking at both boys who just watch as you struggle.

a few moments later, kunikuzushi sighs as he sits in a chair behind him, pulling you with him so that you fall into his lap. you look up at him and for a brief second, you’re awestruck by kunikuzushi's beauty.

you already knew he was gorgeous, both him and kazuha are, that's one of the qualities you like about them both, naturally. but, you’ve never really had the chance to admire him, especially so close like this. it felt so surreal, this situation, and you can't help but feel flustered even more.

your heart beats quickly when kunikuzushi looks down at you and your eyes meet. his gaze is intense, sending all sorts of hot and heavy feelings through your body that make it so hard for you to resist temptation—not that you were trying anyway.

you readjust yourself so that you were sitting properly on kunikuzushi's lap, which earns you a groan from him. you shiver, a warm sensation washing through your body as kunikuzushi's erection twitches beneath you.

you swallow thickly, shifting your eyes from kunikuzushi to kazuha who was sitting in a chair nearby with his dick in one hand, lazily pumping himself. he stared at you with such an eager look in his eyes, one filled with lust and anticipation—it excited you.

kunikuzushi suddenly grabs your hips, holding them down against his own as he roughly grinds up into you. your eyes roll back, and you hold onto kunikuzushi's shoulders tightly. you moan softly when one of kunikuzushi's hands slip under your shirt, brushing faintly over your nipples. your body arches under his touch, and desperation begins to build in the pit of your stomach again.

kunikuzushi takes your shirt off, tossing it to a random spot in the classroom before pulling you close. you whimpered, and tears form in your eyes when you feel something warm and wet run over your sensitive nipple. your mind begins to cloud, your senses dulled completely by your desire to be pleased. kunikuzushi smirks against you, beginning to suck harshly on the hard bud in his mouth.

you thread your fingers through kunikuzushi's hair, tugging lightly to easy the overwhelming sensation that he brings upon your body. kunikuzushi merely groans, the reverberation of it causing you to cry out. you digs your nails painfully into his shoulders, as he continues to relentlessly suck on your nipple.

kunikuzushi only pulls away when kazuha groans, quietly repeating that he's gonna cum as he feverishly pumps himself. you turn just in time to see cum spurt from his cock, making a mess all over himself. you stared intently as kazuha panted breathlessly.

“fucking shit," he begins once he finally catches his breath. "i know you barely did anything toher, but it's just so fucking difficult to control myself when she cries and moans so prettily like that." kazuha murmurs, wiping up a droplet of cum that was sliding down his thigh.

"i made such a mess," he trails off, looking down at his cum covered dick and stomach. "how will i clean all this up by myself?" kazuha fakes a whine. it took a moment for you to realize the innuendo in his words, but when kunikuzushi nudged you off of his lap and in the direction of kazuha, your eyes widened and you gasped.

you could hardly keep your face from heating up as you stumbled towards where kazuha sat, looking down at the wet and sticky mess that splayed across his body. you got to your knees between kazuha’s spread legs, licking your lips and flicking your eyes up for approval—to which kazuha nods.

you hesitate for a moment before placing your tongue on the base of kazuhas cock, slowly licking up to his tip. you held back the urge to recoil at the salty taste that assaulted your taste buds.

kazuha watched with fascination as you moved up his length, eagerly and attentively—he almost came again, but he wanted the next time he came to be when you and kuni came. he directed your head towards his abdomen where most of his cum had landed, and you obediently began licking all of it up like a thirsty puppy.

"you're doing so good, baby. you look so fucking pretty like this, just keep going." kazuha encourages as he looks up at kunikuzushi who watched with a smirk splayed on his lips.

when you finished licking up all of the cum, kazuha grabbed your chin and leaned down to kiss you. he nipped on your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth to deepen the kiss. it was sloppy the way he kissed you with a force driven by pure and unadulterated lust. you whimpered as you held tightly onto kazuhas clothes for support, the force of the kiss causing you to nearly fall back.

as much as kunikuzushi loves watching his boyfriend make out with you, he was getting a bit impatient. he's already uncomfortably readjusted his pants at least six times now, and he needs to release some pressure—preferably inside of you. so, he pushes up from his chair and gets onto his knees behind you. he doesn't waste any time sticking his hand down your pants and shoving his fingers into your tight, wet little cunt.

you pulls away from your kiss with kazuha, moaning loudly into the air. your whole body trembles, clenching around kunikuzushis fingers as they slip deeper and deeper inside of you.

"you're so rough with her, kuni." kazuha points out as he tilts your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek and jaw.

"yeah, but she fucking likes it though." kunikuzushi grunts, pulling his fingers out of you to show how soaked they are. he looks down at you when you whine, reaching back to tug on his wrist.

"see?" kunikuzushi says smuggly as he pushes his fingers back into your needy pussy.

you gasp, eyes closing as your body relaxes into the pleasure. kunikuzushi starts slow, letting his fingers linger inside a few moments before he pulls them out and thrusts them back in. it drove you crazy, and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against kunikuzushi's hand greedily in hopes of getting him to move faster, but he doesn't. instead, he grips your hips, holding them still against his body while he continues to tease your cunt.

"please! kuni– need it, please!" you beg pathetically. you tug on kazuhas shirt trying to get his attention, thinking that maybe he'll help convince kunikuzushi, but kazuha doesn't stop kissing you. he threads his fingers through your hair and tugs on it, moving your head more to the side so that he'd have more room to kiss down your neck.

"you've gotta beg harder than that if you want me to make you cum, y/n." kunikuzushi hums, pressing his thumb against your clit, massaging it with a barely there touch.

"please! i'll do anything you want, just let me cum!" you plead, desperate for release. tears well up in your eyes again and you can't help but whine pitifully as kunikuzushi and kazuha continue to tease your body, not making any move to give you what you wants.

"i'll be a good slut! please, kuni, make me cum!" you try again,voice sounding so meek.

"much better.” kunikuzushi says as he picks up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you as he presses his thumb harder on your clit. your back arches, your body leaning into his touch as if it was begging for more, more, more. your breath hitches and your body heats up as kunikuzushi pumps his fingers faster and faster inside of you.

a string of muffled moans escape your lips when kunikuzushi adds another finger inside, and it becomes increasingly harder to ignore the feeling of something building in your stomach. with both boys pleasuring your body, it didn't take you long at all to near your climax.

your body instinctively clenches around kunikuzushi's fingers, a clear indicator that you were about to cum, but kunikuzushi quickly pulls his fingers out. you fell into kazuhas lap, small cries leaving your lips as you tried to catch your breath.

"you really thought iwas gonna let you cum? you're so fucking naïve." kunikuzushi says mockingly. "when I make you cum, it'll be on my cock." he growls, looping a finger through one of the belt holes on your pants and tugging down.

"that was mean, kuni. you made her cry." kazuha says as he strokes your hair to comfort you, but the tone in his voice was one of fake sympathy.

you whined, lifting your head from kazuhas lap to turn and pout at kunikuzushi. he just leans in and kisses you, effectively making you melt right back into a pliant state.

this is the first time you’ve kissed, and kunikuzushi was hungry. he quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth, not giving poor you any time to react at all before your mouth was invaded. you tasted so good, so addicting—kunikuzushi knew why kazuha loved to kiss you so much now.

when kunikuzushi pulls away, you pant in kazuhas lap again. you barely had enough time to regain your breath before you felt kunikuzushi's cock press against your pussy, breaching the tight walls ever so slightly. you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as you held tightly onto kazuha.

"fuck." kunikuzushi breathed, scrunching his face up as he slowly pushed himself into your heat. "you're so fucking tight." his voice strains. you didn't respond, far too focused on trying not to cry even more when pain shoots through your body suddenly.

"it's okay, baby, you're doing so good. i promise it'll feel good soon." kazuha says softly, taking your chin into his hand, tilting your head to the side to place a gentle kisses on your cheek.

kunikuzushi runs the pad of his thumb on your hips, trying his best to soothe your discomfort as he slid further and further inside. the distraction helped a lot, because soon the pain was gone and you began moan. he smirked and thrust himself all the way in roughly, causing you to choke on a sob.

"you like it when i'm rough, hm?" kunikuzushi asks, smirking as he pulled out and thrust back in just as rough as before. you knows the question is rhetorical, but you can't help but nod your head yes, mumbling mhm'—it sounded more like a moan, though.

kazuha slides off of the chair and onto the floor in front of you, leaning close so that your breaths mixed together hotly. he wraps an arm around your back, pushing down on it so that he falls into his lap.

"mm, let's fill that pretty mouth of yours." he hums, directing your head towards his cock. you stick your tongue out, pressing it against his tip, giving it a few kitten licks before taking it in your mouth. kazuha groaned, tilting his head back in satisfaction.

you struggled to take the whole length in your mouth, choking when only half the length was in. it was hard for him not to pull away, but seeing kazuhas face contort into one of pleasure made you want to keep going. but you struggled to shove his whole length all the way in your mouth.

kazuha threaded his fingers through your hair, gripping the strands as be thrusted his hips up. he couldn't get enough of the feeling of your lips wrapped so tightly around his cock, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it like it was a lollipop.

he groans, rocking his hips faster and faster, trying to match the pace of kunikuzushi's thrusts inside of you—it was difficult, though. kunikuzushi struggles with control, and that extended to sex. he fucked you at a pace that made kazuha worry about your walking capabilities after this was over. oh, but it was delightful to watch him absolutely wreck you.

you were nearing your limit quickly—the familiar coil in the pit of your stomach growing tighter and tighter, ready to come undone at any moment. you tried your best to hold on a little bit longer, but it was impossible when you felt this good.

a string of uncontrollable moans and whimpers escaped your mouth as he came, your body convulsing and trembling as your orgasm hit you like a truck. the reverberation of your noises around kazuhas cock caused him to curse as he suddenly came straight into your mouth.

you both panted as you rode out your highs, but kunikuzushi kept going. he messily slammed himself in and out of you, desperate for his own release. he was so, so close. all he needed was a little push, and that push came in the form of you moaning his name, mumbling about how good he made you feel.

he pulled out of you and watched as you fell over onto the floor, extremely exhausted and nearly about to pass out— kazuha didn't allow you to, though, because he leaned down and began peppering your face with kisses as he whispered praises into your ear.

kunikuzushi reached for his bag, unzipping it and pulling out wipes to clean up the mess you all made. he began by wiping everything off of you, placing a kiss behind in the places he cleaned. when he was done, he and kazuha layed down on the uncomfortable floor next to you, resting and enjoying the moment before you all had to leave.

they were so happy that you’re finally theirs.