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𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

true form ryomen sukuna x f!reader

genre. enemies to lovers, historical, romance, smut

s. sometimes home is not just four walls, it’s his eyes and the beating of his heart —  ’If you’re determined to think me a monster, then I’ll play monster for you’

cw. soft!sukuna, size kink, manhandling, oral, squirting, riding, dp, fingering, spitting, breeding, mating press, full nelson, doggy | wc. + 8k

an. domestic!sukuna my beloved — rbs are appreciated | m.list

Since you came into this world they have kept telling you that you are special.

You are so special that many want you but for the safety of the whole country no one can and should have you.

You have never been told the reason for this, the only thing you know is that you must run and hide.

Escorted everywhere by sorcerers and soldiers, you have never really felt special. You never knew that warmth of a home or someone who really cared about you. You were a mere job to them.

Wherever they sent you, you were not welcome. “It will lead to the destruction of our village” is what they shouted before they locked themselves in their houses and came out only once your departure.

It happened sometimes that you heard the news of some village you had just passed through having been destroyed. The villagers dead and the rest set on fire.

Twenty years of hiding and fleeing, however, led nowhere. Not now, that you are lying wounded on the ground. Around you everything burns, houses, fields and the corpses of the men who were trying to protect you.

Now that he is in front of you, you understand the reason for everything.

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

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I love all things Feitan and though Phinks isn’t my favorite I do love the dynamic. You say ur not confident in it but I like it a lot regardless lol, if you made this a story I’d read tf outta it.

Common Interest

Yandere Feitan x Reader x Yandere Phinks

Synopsis: Feitan and Phinks talk about one of their common interests, you.

Warnings: Murder mentions, yandere content, reader is a troupe member, fem reader

idk how many words this is its 12 am and I’m just trying to get this blurb out of my drafts… not very confident in this but I just wanted to post something while I work on other stuff 🥲

Feitan isn't sure what to do with you.

People have piqued his interest before, for any number of reasons. If they were lucky, he got bored after a day or two. If he decided to see what the fuss was about, it usually sealed that person's fate. They'd be dead in a matter of days to weeks and tossed to the woods behind his house for the wolves to feed on. Feitan can't do that with you, he isn't ready to drag you by your ankles to his home and kill you with an assortment of torture techniques, nor does he want to.

After all, the other Spiders probably wouldn't take it too well if Feitan caused one of their members to disappear.

For once, everyone was all together at the base to celebrate a mission well done.

Feitan eyed you, only half pretending to read his book. He wasn't big on reading, but a book on medieval torture practices was sure to have some fun information. You were talking with Shizuku about something, sitting next to her in the hideout sharing a takeout box of food. The moonlight shined through the windows, illuminating you against the others. He sits further away, preferring to be at a distance while he ruminates on his feelings. Feitan's ears strain to pick up on what you two discuss, trying to ignore everyone else.

"Okay, you first, what does yours say?" You ask, stabbing a piece of chicken with your fork and eating it. Shizuku eyed the strip of paper, chewing on the fortune cookie as she did. Once she finished, she read out what was written. "Want to learn Mandarin? Leave us a review? Visit ou-" "Wrong side, Shizuku." She lets out an "oh" before turning the paper over to see what her fortune was. "A light heart carries you through tough times." She recites, blinking a few times. "What about you, what does yours say?"

You look at the rectangle of paper, having only skimmed it briefly before. You hold it up, reading it out loud to her. "Good business opportunities will come to you." You stab another piece of chicken with your fork. The conversation soon shifts focus as the two of you share your meal.

Why were you talking to her? She was going to forget whatever you said as soon as you left. It's one ear and out the other with Shizuku. Feitan wouldn't forget, he never has. Everything you've told to him he's remembered, anytime you addressed him directly or called him by his name. He's kept all of your mementos too: your hair ties, the old press-on nails Pakunoda encouraged you to get, and the cards you hid in your bra during a game of Uno (those were his favorite).

Feitan's fixation for you has gone on for so long he isn't sure how or when it started. Perhaps it was always there, and only now was rising to the surface. He wasn't sure of the reason for it, not that he needed one. Feitan didn't need to justify his attachment to you, especially not since you and him are one in the same; thieves. Oh, but he is hyper-aware of his own growing animosity toward the other Spiders. He's been meaning to put a stop to it, realizing how out of hand it had been getting when he grew resentful towards Kortopi for taking your attention when you should have been focused on him.

The common denominator had been you; so it was only right that Feitan deals with you. The others can't bother him if they can't interact with you, and if they can't interact with you then Feitan could have you all to himself. His thoughts drift to how he would even pull something like that off; if he should even try it.

Just as he was trying to tune back into you and Shizuku’s conversation, Phinks came to sit with him on the concrete he was using as a resting place. Feitan smelled him before he saw him, the distinct scent of his cologne was unmistakable. A warm musky fragrance, and if you really focused on it, it was almost floral.

"What you want?" It came out as an almost hiss, but that was just Feitan's normal tone of voice these days. "You're staring again." He points out. Again. Again? Feitan stares at Phinks, closer to eye level now that he's sitting down on the concrete. Behind the cowl, Feitan's mouth tightens to a thin line, and his gaze returns to you.

Well, if Phinks' picked up on Feitan's proclivity to admire you from afar, surely Chrollo has as well. The idea of that is enough to send an unpleasant shiver through him. Feitan is surprised Phinks would have picked onto something like this, he wonders if his interest in you wasn’t more obvious than he initially thought.

(Honestly, between the two of them- Phinks wasn’t exactly the perceptive one).

"You stare too." Feitan says, in an almost challenging tone. It isn't any of Phinks' business what Feitan does, really. "Could be doing a lot more than just staring." Phinks' says it like he's offering something, and Feitan peels his eyes away once more to look at Phinks. There’s that look on his face, one Feitan is familiar with. The cogs running through his head, deciding to do it, to take what’s right in front of you and to make it yours.

Feitan has noticed it; the fleeting glances and constant need to hear your opinion on things Phinks had. Sometimes, Feitan worries Phinks has become incapable to form his own thoughts on a matter without your input. Phinks was the only person (other than Chrollo, of course), that Feitan could tolerate you speaking to for more than a few minutes.

“She leaving after tonight, gone till next mission.” Feitan says, having picked it up from your earlier conversation with Shizuku. He wonders if she’s even remembered you told her that. “We could just keep her,” Phinks starts, leaning in so nobody else could hear. “My place is nice enough, yeah?” Feitan nods slightly, giving Phinks his approval for the idea. Hardly any words past that have to be said, evidently, they're on the same page.

If it had been anyone else, any other troupe member, to say Feitan would be irritated is an understatement. He'd make quick of killing them for even daring to breach the topic, but Phinks is an exception; he might as well be his brother.

He and Phinks killed people together, robbed the innocent and took joy rides in stolen cars, even shared a bed when they had to. Surely they can split you between themselves. It wouldn’t be hard, even if the two men could get insanely jealous and possessive. They’d be working together, not against each other. Two heads are always better than one; especially when Feitan knows you'd put up a serious fight should they go through with this.

The thought of it amuses him, Feitan, at your imagined struggle, begins to feel some pity for you. As valuable of a member to the Troupe you were, he doubts you’d do well against two spiders. Maybe you won’t even get the chance to get some good hits in, depending on whatever Phinks’ has in mind.

“So? What do you say?” Phinks asks, turning to face Feitan with crossed arms. There's a long pause, Feitan thinking the offer over and all of the ways it could go wrong. All of the ways it could go right.

"Let's do it."

I liked this it was a pretty dark and the inclusion of y/n being from Kurta clan was interesting. It be more interesting to see it expanded upon with her life with the spiders and interactions with Kurapika. But as is I enjoy this one

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬, ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔰

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱: chrollo x pregnant!kurta reader + prompts 12. “haven’t you realized your situation? your life is completely in my hands now.” and 16. "i'll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us."

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰:  a one-night stand between you and chrollo ends up becoming much more, something that you never would have thought could cost you the cozy life you had made in your village alongside your clan.

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: yandere chrollo x reader, manipulation/deception, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of nsfw, kidnapping, blood/murder (aka the kurta massacre). this story is a little more morbid than my other work, you have been warned. i will add a cut for when things become more intense :)

You didn't even know it yourself. It was another clan member’s nen ability that informed you of the life growing inside of you–just as theirs ended. The feeling of their bruising grip on your hand letting up ever so slowly as their soul faded away, their last words being something so heavy and bearing so much that you had no choice but to believe them. You knew that you had made a mistake. 

Hiding your face in an attempt to cover up your ever-deepening blush, you turned away from the dark-haired man on his back beside you and sat up, reaching down to pull your cloak off of the floor and begin dressing back up. You felt so embarrassed even after the act was done, this having been your first time–not to mention doing it with a man so charming and seemingly infatuated with you, it was something that you didn’t think you could ever get over. Perhaps you were in a state of shock, did this really just happen? Based on the pleasant but sore sensation between your legs, you didn’t have to pretend. 

It happened on a whim, you had been sent into town by the Clan Elder to buy some extra food from the markets, as this gardening season was off to a slow start and there weren’t enough vegetables to sustain everyone. While at the market you were scanning over various fruits, trying to gauge which ones were new and which were beginning to rot so you could pick the right ones to last you all longer. 

He approached quietly, sneaking up from behind and asking for your opinion on the produce he had selected since you looked like you knew what you were doing. With a smile and an apology (since his sudden voice by your ear had caught you off guard, making you physically jump which then startled him), you were more than happy to help. Somehow, in a whirlwind, one thing led to another and you were following him back to his apartment rather quickly after your meeting, groceries long forgotten. 

“When will I be seeing you again?” he asked, voice husky as he sat up behind you and reached for your hand. He peppered soft kisses along your knuckles, raising chills upon your skin when his lips worked all the way up your arm and to your bare shoulder. You shivered, leaning into him as he pressed against your neck. 

“I don’t know…” your sentence tapered off, a bit too overwhelmed by his warm affections and the clarity of your actions now that they were finished and you had time to reminisce with a clearer mind.

You had somewhat of a lover back in the village, someone you would exchange coy glances with and speak a handful of sweet conversations when the timing was appropriate, away from peeking eyes that would immediately declare your marriage if they caught a glimpse of anything. You knew that you wanted to save yourself for him, but there was just something so irresistible about this stranger, it almost felt like you didn’t have any control of your body when you consented to his advances. You couldn’t even give a definite yes or no to coming back and seeing him again, you were just so confused. Had you just committed adultery? And enjoyed it? Were you going to come back?!

The idea of that put a bitter taste in your mouth. How sickening, how morally unacceptable. With a wince you stood up from beneath the sheets and pulled your clothes back on quickly, ignoring the sticky sensation starting to drip down your thighs even as you pulled your panties back on, moving the substance back up your leg once more. 

“What’s the rush?” he asked, leaning back on his hands and watching you casually, even though you were sure that your urgency was obvious, and there was clearly nothing to be so casual about. You turned to look at him and noticed that the sheet covering his lower half had lowered even further since you stood, making you whip your head right back around with a more crimson complexion than the one you had moments ago.

“I… have to go take care of something at home. They’ll be worried about me, I said I wouldn’t take long in the city” pushing the last button through your shirt and pulling your cloak on once and for all, you brushed yourself off and rushed to the door. 

“Just a minute,” he requested, sitting up a little taller and readjusting the sheet to cover a little more of himself. Thank god. You stopped and spun around with hesitance, waiting for whatever he was about to say with shaky hands that were just itching to pry the door open so you could run out of there. 

“If you’re willing to take a longer route, there’s a path that runs on the edge of the city right by the stall where we met. It’s likely to lead you back home, and there’s a beautiful view there that you cannot miss out on. It should be on the left, you’ll know it when you see it.” 

Your lips twitched upward and he mirrored it, the anticipation of seeing something peaceful in the near future relieved your nerves a little bit. You thanked him, and without another moment to spare you dashed away from that room and out of the apartment building as fast as your legs could carry you. 

What had you just done?! You and that boy from the village were not yet tied together by marriage, but you had a definite emotional connection that would have certainly made it feel like cheating if you were to flirt with another man, let alone sleep with one. Your skin felt itchy and dirty, and the way that your underwear was keeping physical evidence of your copulation filled you with pure guilt. You tried to calm yourself down, walking fast so you could get home as soon as possible and wash your body until your skin was rubbed raw. And how would you explain the lack of groceries you were bringing back?!

One thing after another, it continued to get worse. You were now an adulterer who couldn’t even do one thing right and actually bring home the food you were assigned to get. You couldn’t fulfill the only purpose of this trip because you had to act upon a selfish impulse that came over you out of nowhere. One that was sudden and out of your control, but felt that if you did not act upon it you would simply explode, and how perfect that such an attractive stranger was there to care for your needs.

You shook your head when that thought crept in, shaming yourself and looking up to the landscape before you for a distraction. Your eyes scanned around eagerly, and after a brief few seconds of strenuous searching, you noticed a small, rocky path near the fruit stall. The one that the man had mentioned to you.

The anticipation of seeing something peaceful in the near future relieved your nerves a little bit.

Ah, perfect. That would be sure to calm you down if he was being honest about the view, and wasn’t just saying that to mess with you in an attempt to delay your trip so you would spend more time with him. You knew your way back home very well since you travelled to the city a lot, you knew that even if this path did not lead back to the village you could easily find your way back so long as you continued walking north. Your mind was set.

Trekking down the road, you began to take deep breaths as all of the unease bubbling up inside of you was becoming unbearable, alongside another nervous feeling that you couldn’t place. You felt entirely unnerved, not quite like you were being watched, but like something very bad was about to happen and take the cake for being the worst part of this already awful day. Perhaps it was just caused by the unfamiliar route home. At the very least, this route may have been longer but was definitely more scenic and a lot quieter than your regular one. You had faith that it would pleasantly surprise you too if there was a hidden and scenic view as that man said. 

That man. You had to try harder to get him out of your head. You tried shaking it, rubbing your eyes and temples as if you could physically wash him away if not will him away. You didn’t know how much more anxiety you could take before your heart simply gave up.

You stopped walking, eyelids closing and hands balling into tight fists. Your heart was pattering harshly within your ribcage, pushing achingly against it, so fast. 

Calm down.

Allowing your eyes to open again, you inhaled deeply and observed the spot where you chose to halt. Blinking, you followed the back-and-forth blowing of elegant green leaves and swirly plants with their sturdy vines. You happened to look over your left shoulder, and to your surprise, a beautiful display of the sky was visible through a patch in the trees, as if its branches had been carved out for it to be seen. As ethereal as the twinkling stars looked against the deepening blue yonder, you had a hard time enjoying it because of that angsty feeling that was clawing at you.

If you wanted to feel better, you had to stop wasting time and get home. Perhaps finally being back to some familiarity would provide comfort, allow you to reset your mind, and pretend that nothing peculiar even happened today. Soaking in the view one final time, you committed it to memory to act as a soother while you continued on. You started to speedwalk, and the more you did continue on, the more the environment around you changed. 

The first thing you noticed was how it was oddly quiet. You knew that you were nearing home because the number of swirly plants had increased, and typically by this point you could hear the distant bustling and soft chatter of your elders. But there was no bustling. There was only pure and utter silence aside from the clop of your shoes against the stones under your feet, and the crunching of the fallen leaves trapped between them. 

Something wasn’t right, now you knew that for certain.

Your walk became a run, you didn’t stop and didn’t care about how many bushes or plants you ripped out of the way until you were back to your territory. 

You nearly tripped from how quickly you had to stop yourself from continuing on at lightning speed, lest you get too close to the scene before you.

It was all red. 

Your eyes started to turn the same colour once they took in and fully analyzed what exactly they were looking at, your limbs became numb, your breath hitched, and bile rose to your throat as you saw the multitude of corpses littered all over your village grounds. 

The deceased bodies of the villagers, of your clan members.

“I tried to delay your arrival…what a shame, I really didn’t want you to see this.” 

This voice was familiar. You had just heard it not long ago.

Having never moved this fast before, you nearly gave yourself whiplash spinning around to see who was behind you. Any uneducated onlooker would notice your scarlet eyes and assume that they must have been burning, or at the very least were starting to burn, considering just how intense your gaze was and how much that deep red glowed. You were expressionless but your teeth were grit and your jaw was tightly clenched. Who dared to speak to you this way after you had just been witness to such a lachrymose sight?!

“I–you…” you sputtered, eyes widening impossibly and muscles seizing in shock when you realized just who dared. 

“Me.” It was spoken softly and quietly, yet it was so loud to you even as the only sound in your ears was the intense thumping of your heart–which felt like it was in your throat.  

The man you had just met with. And a silhouette further behind him, a diversely sized clump that was certainly a hidden group of people. A short trail of blood followed their location, starting thick and narrowing off into smaller drips the closer it got to them.

Why was he here, and who were those people?! You had no doubt that they were the cause of this, what was his connection to them? What else did he know if he had “tried to delay your arrival?”

“Y/N…” a frail voice came from your side, far and low and your head lashed down immediately to see the Clan Elder reaching a trembling hand in your direction. 

He was still alive. 

You wasted no time in scurrying to his side, dropping to your knees, and holding his hand with both of yours. The bloodied, empty sockets where his eyes once were made your blood run cold, and the sight of him shaking his head from side to side as if trying to look for you despite being blinded made you want to cry. 

You couldn’t help but think if you had been home sooner… could you have stopped this from happening? Or would you have fallen victim to the massacre as well?

The Elder’s grip on your arm intensified suddenly, making you gasp and wince in pain as he must have been exerting every last bit of life he had into that grasp. A shimmering white aura surrounded his body, flowing through to his hands and lighting up your skin where he was touching. You began to shake from the strength of it all, watching how suddenly he leaned closer to place his mouth by your ear so he could whisper;

“You’re pregnant.” 

Then he was gone. You could feel and see it all; the way his nails lifted back out of your skin, fingers unravelling from around your wrist as his limbs slid back down to his sides, lifeless. That surrounding glow was gone too, dimming out slowly until there was nothing left.

It didn’t feel real. 

You found yourself leaping away from the sudden hand on your back, scowling at the man from a newly created distance, watching him stand up straight after kneeling down to be at your previous level. Seeing him in such close proximity to your deceased clan made your gut churn, you felt sick. He couldn’t just let you mourn, was he not planning to just rip the bandaid off and admit that he was planning this, that he did this?! 

“Haven’t you realized your situation?” He wasn’t looking at you, his gaze was trained intently on the Clan Elder as his hands reached for his pockets. You watched him sharply, none of his movements going unnoticed as you were overwhelmed with the urge to protect everyone around you despite being too late. 

“Watch what you say to me next,” you warned. You did not have any formal combat experience, and any threat of violence was empty, but you didn’t doubt what could be granted to you by adrenaline. Your words must have intrigued the man though, he looked over at you with a grin and rotated his body so he was facing you completely.

“Y/N…” he whispered, using your name for the first time since your meeting which made your skin crawl, and he lifted his hands with upward-facing palms as he began to approach.

Backing away from him was instinctive, but you weren’t careful about your steps and lost your footing, falling backward. Landing on your back, the instant cushioning of your fall made you choke because that fall should have hurt and been solid–you should have landed on a cement path, you knew where you had been standing despite the heavy carmine liquid that was soaking into and staining the rock. 

You were stuck in your landing place for a moment, the sound of your racing pulse booming through your ears once more as you swallowed dryly and looked to your side, head twitching at a turtle’s pace. You didn’t want to see more of it, you already knew what you landed on and what you would be met with if you looked, but it was too late.

The eyeless, deeply frowning face of your husband-to-be. Dead.

Releasing a shrill cry, you could now feel your entire world crashing down. Despair replaced what was once burning anger inside of you. You couldn’t even fight the man off as he walked over and crouched down, lifting you up to a seated position, embracing you, and twisting your head into his chest to shield your eyes. He shushed you, caressed your hair, and rubbed your back, telling you that it was okay, that you were okay. 

He was so, so wrong, he certainly knew it too. The sweetness in his voice sounded false, much too tender in such a horrible situation that it may as well have just been full-on laughter at you. 

You heaved and gasped for air, your entire body shaking as you felt so helpless, trapped in the arms of your clan’s definite killer and embracing him atop the mound of dead bodies, bodies that belonged to those who were like family to you. It was blasphemous, but nobody else was here to help you now.

Everyone was gone. 

But did you deserve help anyway? You allowed this man to seduce you, to have you in his bed, and take you away from that family for so much time; enough for him to plan a killing spree of them all. This was your fault.

You felt his mouth on your cheek, giving a slow and tender kiss, and his hand came up as he pulled away to drag his thumb along where his lips once were. His voice was by your ear shortly after, and he whispered his next words for only you to hear. 

“Your life is completely in my hands now. I’ll destroy anyone that gets in my way, anyone that tries to get in between us. What a powerful family we’ll make together, I’m absolutely thrilled to meet our child."

Another kiss. And another. And one more, on your jaw this time. He was showering you in affection, effectively distracting you as he continued on with kissing, caressing, and embracing you while he stood and held you firmly against him, turning you both back to the path you arrived here on. He was essentially dragging you along like a body bag, you had been paralyzed moments ago once the sight of your deceased lover engrained itself into your memory forever–staying there, looking right at you every time you dared to blink. Your feet picked up remnants of blood as he hauled you along, creating clean lines in the excessive puddles of it where your shoes once were. 

What more could you have done? If you had never obeyed your Elder’s wishes and gone to the market, you would not have met this man whose name you still did not know. Your meeting seemed fated; as if he spared you on purpose, and this slaughter was already planned with the intention of leaving you out of it. But why? Would you ever know? 

All you could do was accept your fate, any future with the clan was finished, because they were not with you anymore. Your life would have no path without them, so you didn’t mind allowing your clan’s killer to be the dictator of your new life. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, he was the father of your child after all, and you were a Kurta. Not all hope was lost.

© meyousing 2023. do not share/export my work on to any other platforms. do not translate my work. 

First off the name had me rolling, second I love this. This man Suguru is fucking too much for me lmao you had him reschedule a date with another girl while taking this girl to heaven AND having her schedule another “appointment” I love it all

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑! | suguru getō.

SUMMARY: you’ve never loved going to a chiropractor more. at least you gave getō an extra tip! but he gave you his tip too.

CONTENT: wk — 4k! fem! reader, pwp, chiropractor! getō, degradation, praising, dumbification, cunnilingus, breath play, pussy spanks, almost caught, full nelson, cumshot(s), manhandling, humiliation, semi-public sex + (pet names: doll, sweetheart, precious) — not yet proofread

NOTE: help this whole concept started as a lil joke but i just ran with it n kept writin. njoyyy lmao !

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“Hmph. It seems you’re really tense right here,” Geto hums, and your neck’s slightly lolled to the right. His firm rough hands massaging your neck felt so good. It was cold in his office — only the sounds of some ambient soothing music playing in the background. He was right in a way, your limbs have been killing you for quite some time. As stubborn as you were though, you kept putting it off, figuring it was nothing. Until you woke up one day, feeling like your back was literally broken. He’s palpating his calloused fingertips all around your sides of your neck, and you dig your nails into the cushioned bed you sat on. “Good. Just relax for me. Good.” Maybe it was your pervy empty brain that kept imagining things, but whenever Geto would praise how good you were doing, it’s almost like his voice would get huskier and huskier by the second.

“This might sting.” Geto chuckles, and he lays you flat on your stomach. You try your best to prepare yourself, sinking your teeth into your arm before he re-positions himself near the side of you. He stands directly in front of you, and of course your eyes stare straight at his bulge, then afterwards glancing away. Though, only right before you feel him plant his hands on your shoulders and near your chin. Geto swiftly twists your limb back and place, with a cringey snap.

That’s when you moaned. Not like a little soft whimper or anything, but a full shrilling blown eye rolling orgasmic moan. “Oh my god,” You’d gasp, feeling a weight release off your shoulders. Then glance up to see the chiseled chiropractor stare at you with a mere teasingly furrowed eyebrow expression. “Sorry… it’s uh.. my first time.”

“Ah, don’t worry Y/N, I can tell,” Geto replies cheekily, and his tone is almost flirtatious, massaging your clavicle now with his hands firmly and it takes everything in you to not embarrass yourself again. That’s… clearly not what you meant by that. His hands slid down your spine, grasping near your waist as you sharply inhale. “You’re really stiff everywhere aren’t you? Poor thing. Don’t worry. I’ll take real good care of you.”

Within about twenty minutes of Geto's extraordinary skills with his hands, it was like your body felt like an entire different person. Regardless, he was always gentle with you and tried to continue to steer your mind away from the pain you felt. Your limbs felt a lot more less tense and rigid, and he found it somewhat adorable seeing how every time he‘d pop one of your muscles back in place, your eyes would reach way deep into the clutter of your brain. He didn't think you were overreacting of the sort, Geto knows he's very skilled at what he does. Besides, this sort of thing is supposed to feel good. Maybe even somewhat….. pleasurable?

“Still feel any pain or discomfort?” Geto subdued, having you lay directly on your back now.

You sat up straight, abruptly though, staring at your handsome chiropractor. He had long obsidian rich hair that was lazily thrown into a ponytail but still looked good. Geto was tall, broad, and well built with such a natural stoic smug like expression embedded on his face. Perhaps you were staring a bit too long though, because he playfully pokes you, making you flinch to look up at him. “Oh.. um.. huh?”

Geto tuts his head, gazing down at you and just a simple stare of his makes your tummy twist and turn in knots — tangling like some sort of kiddie slinky toy. “I said,” he repeats, lips perfectly curving and indenting with each word. “Do you feel anything remotely bad? Pain of the sort? Usually it‘s quite normal to feel a bit tingly after chiropractics.”

You blink twice, submissively shaking your head.

“No,” but then you wince, sitting up a bit before swallowing while glancing up at him. "Well actually now that you mention it... yeah. I do feel quite sore.”

“Show me.” Geto hums, raising his head and holds out his hand for you.

“Okay.” You breathed, and willingly takes his hand. Geto stares as you lift up your shirt halfway, and doesn't really think anything of it at all. Your skin is warm and burned up — alas you have his hand exploring lower and lower before the tips of his fingers brush against the spandex of the black leggings you wore.

Geto raised a brow. “Your abdomen?”

“No,” you’d frown, making his hand reach down further. Geto‘s eyes quickly stares down between your legs once you make his hand rub against your pretty laced panties. “H-Here.”

Geto stoically deadpans at you, before combing a hand through his hair. “Tch. Naughty girl. If you're having pains there, there’s nothing really I can do about that, I’m afraid,” and then he’s got a warm smile, playfully poking your thigh. “That’s far out of my department.”

You stare up at him, feeling your face simultaneously reach to a hot boiling point once he said those words to you. Naughty girl. You weren’t doing it on purpose, you did feel somewhat sore down there. Or maybe you were just incredibly horny. It's been a while since you’d actually gotten... satisfied down there anyway. You hardly never have time anymore to please yourself. But of course, leave it to your pussy to act for you instead of your brain 90% of the time.“But… I think you can though," you shrugged with a pout, and softly yanking on his hand. Geto lets you, but watches with a curious gawk. “I think I enjoyed our session a little too much... Sir,” and you let out a soft shaky breath, feeling Geto surprisingly squeeze your cunt with his hand curiously to feel the practical niagara falls disaster you had dripping down there. It was astounding. “I'm.… wet.”

“You definitely are,” he says, and it’s as if he’s merely shocked. After he checks in with you again, you give him an impatient consensual nod for him to “inspect” your pains, even though this was surely not his job much less his expertise. Then again, in some aspect that you look at it, he is helping you, right? “Drenching wet. Sopping wet pussy,” he lowly mutters, and you whimper from feeling him drag a thumb down your sensitive neglected slit. “Don't think I’ve ever had a patient get aroused from me popping their limbs back in their socket, sweetheart.”

A slim finger of impatience pricks through your tummy, and your lips curl from feeling Geto slip his middle finger inside. He's quite really dazed, mesmerized by how wet your cunt was and how your walls clenched around his lengthy digit. Geto stares up at you with glimmering focused eyes.

“You look like you want me to eat you out,” he points out, sliding yet another finger inside — his ring finger. Your walls spasmed energetically, eyes flicking down at him hesitantly. “That's want you want, huh?”

You give him another nod, but Geto mocks your sweet little pout on his lips. “Aw, I’m gonna need to hear words from that cute mouth.”

“P—Please.” you'd cutely whimper out, getting a grip on his long luxuriant healthy strands of hair. Your eyes are wandering everywhere, before you glance down at Geto’s professional well suited attire — eyes spotting his name tag briefly that read his name out and what current position he was in the chiropractor field. “Please eat me out... um.. S-Suguru, Geto...?”

He hums at your honeyed pronunciation of his name, before he doesn‘t waste any time to slightly move your legs apart, giving your cunt one long stripe lick. Your chest gingerly heaves in and out, and you’re continuously combing your hand through his hair, hands admiring how healthy and silk it was between your finger tips. Geto slides his finger out with such a lewd pop! noise. Your pussy’s just so incredibly soaked and wet just for him. All for him. It forms somewhat of a smile on his sheen natural pink lips. You’re cutely writhing and thrashing your hips against his mouth from his tongue within seconds — not having an idea he'd be such a sloppy eater. Like no manners at all when it came to pussy, completely filthy. And you‘d be lying if you said that didn‘t turn you on just a little bit.

“Talk to me, pretty girl.” Geto mutters between slurps in a low smooth voice. He wasn’t the ideal type of man to just casually flick the tongue against your pussy. Geto went nose deep inside your cunt, devouring you whole as if your twitching sex was some rare buffet desert he's never got to taste himself. He's pursing his lips together to suck everything out of your folds, almost as if he was a vampire of the sort. Geto’s eyes flutter as you feel the tip of his nose occasionally brush up against your slippery heat. “Tell me how my tongue's making you feel, yeah?”

You whimper loudly, gnawing on your lip from the immense stimulation that's all because of your chiropractor’s devilish tongue.

“R-Really good.” you’d sob out, and it gets your cunt twitching immediately once he shows how sloppy he really is, spitting all over your clit only just to lick it up and stare back up at you with a smug grin. You stared to wonder. Did he even eat anything today? Was he waiting this entire time to dive straight into pussy? He’s eating you out like your sex was the last edible thing alive. You whine out, pulling his head up to look at you. Geto looks so sexy, already pussy drunk within a few minutes of being face first into your folds. “Can I…” and you pause briefly, breath heavy, “Can I pull on your hair… Suguru..?”

“Be as rough as you want with me, doll,” He shoots you a sly smile, getting each and every crevice and area of your cunt soaked. Geto slowly peels off your half worn panties with his teeth, moaning from doing so — and bawled them up into his hand. “Forgive my manners,” he cooingly slurps, jaw starting to hurt and tense but couldn't care.

Suguru Geto was most definitely pussy starved.

Yet you were feeding him. How nice of you. Geto watches as you’re holding onto your last breath, feeling yourself about to cum all on his tongue, and he chuckles. “So tasty—mmph. Maybe you should just—pay me with your pussy instead.”

You came hard, and quite loud to where it sort of echoed throughout the big spacey office room. Your small voice is straining in its entirety, before you furrow your eyebrows and let out a long drawn out whine from feeling Geto flip you over to get on your knees and eat you from the back.

“O-Okay Suguru... Suguru... fucking... Suguru.. ‘m sensitive…” You'd let out a choked sob, babbling his name repeatedly as he lays his tongue flat upwards on your puffed overstimulated cunt. You’re trying to cutely pry his head off, and he’s laughing — warm minty breath panning against your pussy. Even though you’re bucking your hips against his face while trying to crawl away from his insanely good tongue.

Geto sits back, chin shiny and glistening with your slick before he catches his breath, licking his lips before patting your pussy. “Aw. Is your pussy still in pain?” And you give him a nod, heart and cunt both synchronizing together with rapid beats. Geto sits up, and gives you such a fake warm grin. How could he look all innocent after devouring your cunt? “Don’t worry. I’m teasing, I’ve had my fill,” and Geto runs a hand down his uniform. “Though I think my cock’s in pain too. Mind being a doll and helping me?”

“Yeah.” You’d immediately say, and it was embarrassing. You responded right away, and your voice sounds so whiney. It’s pathetic. As if you were some cock hungry whore — which you probably were, considering.

With eager heart-filled eyes, you watch Geto unbuckle his belt tucked alongside his pants, and you couldn’t stop staring at his hands. They were a tad bit veiny and slender, long fingers that you wished could stuff inside your pussy just a little longer. But, you were about to get his dick in replace of that, so you couldn’t complain. It was a win win.

“Lie back, precious,” Geto gruffs lowly, and you do, scooting your rear further on the cheaply made hospital bed. He’s got silver rings all over his fingers, and you moan feeling the cold material press against your skin as he holds onto your thigh — pulling his hefty cock out to align with your folds. “Lemme know if it hurts, alright? I don‘t wanna—”

“Please just fuck me… hard, Suguru.” You’d fretfully mumble, and you start to grab onto his length but he slaps your hand away gently.

Geto’s eyebrows curl together and he scoffs. “You’re one impatient little thing, aren’t you?” He grunts, and he gets the memo well because he’s satisfied with his alignment before his cock’s slowly sinking inside of your drenched cunt. You whine, and he’s trying to be slow and careful since Geto’s obviously quite the packer. You almost drooled, watching him whip his cock out. “Someone oughta teach you some manners, Y/N. But fine, if you wanna be fucked hard, I’d more than be happy to oblige.”

Your lips softly open, staring down and feeling the cute little stretch Geto was making. Your pussy swallowed and accepted him with ease. He grunts lowly, and it’s a sexy deep sigh once he realize how slicking wet your pussy really is. It’s got an ultimate good grip on him — and he pulls your flimsy shaky leg to go over his shoulder. “Let’s see how good your form really is, huh pretty girl?”

“Please..” You’d whine, and within a few minutes, Geto’s ruthless, manhandling your cute body all around the room like a rag doll. You put Annabelle to pure shame with the way he handled your body, tossing you all around — but you let him. Geto’s equipment is all on the floor along with the joining of papers scattered everywhere, but he didn’t care. He’s probably let you clean it up for him later. He’s a filthy man, but can’t stand to have his office dirty.

Your mouth opens, and you’re so loud all due to his fat cock jackhammering repeatedly inside your wet folds. Geto‘s got you in the iconic full nelson, showing off his ultimate true strength of how much bigger he really is than you, and it makes your cunt twitch with each absolutely dirty thrusts. He’s propping both of your legs up, fingers imprinting deep into the fat of your thighs and your tongue starts to loll out. He’s driving his cock in and out of your needy greedy pussy, and you don’t even realize how much noise you’re making. There’s drool pouring down the side of your mouth, as you’re engulfing in his rich loud cologne scent.

“Nasty girl,” he grunts, and he brings a big hand to your face to gather up all of your spit. It’s coating his fingers, and you’re just so in love with the way his hips sexily bucks and tilts against your pussy. Geto’s ears twitch once he hears a faint knock on the door, and he feels your cunt twitch around him from the impact. “Quiet.” He whispers, still fully penetrating deep inside your cunt.

“Mr. Suguru!” A girl called out from the outside of the door. She sounded somewhat older than you, and you assumed she was another fellow doctor doctor. “Is everything alright in there? Usually appointments don’t take this long! Did you give Y/N her X-Rays?”

Geto grins behind your head and your trying so hard to be quiet. You were just about to let out a huge orgasmic whine but with quick instincts, Geto grabs the bawled up panties he “stole” from you earlier and shoves them in your mouth. Your whines are quieter and muffled now and his cock is still unrelentingly fucking you so stupidly deep and raw, head going slumped against him.

“Yeah, she’s just fine. I just lost track of time,” and he groans — your pussy’s taking him hostage from the way it’s clenching and gripping around him. Thankfully his co-worker wasn’t too close to hear the both of the lewd raunchy skin slapping or the both of you would be in some really deep shit. Geto snakes a hand to your throat, gently applying pressure and your eyes get half lidded with pupils completely dilated. “Y/N’s posture isn’t really that good as it should be,” and he’s panting sexily between heavy breaths against your ear. “And I’m just helping her with some extra drastic measures, that’s all.”

Either the woman’s stupid or extremely stupid, because all she replies with is a cheerful, “Oh okay! And are we still up for date night?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, staring up at your chiropractor as if you were repeating what she just said and he chuckles with a suave shrug.

“I’ll have to cancel, I’m sorry. Looks like this appointments gonna be a while.” Geto replies, and you loudly whimper — feeling him present your pretty pussy with a few light spanks to hear more of your sweet honeyed noises. “How’s next week sound?”

“Okay,” The doctor replies foolishly, and you’re wondering how she couldn’t hear the extremely loud racket, regardless of your panties stuffed down your throat. “Have a good night, Sir!”

“You too,” he huskily replies, grunting from your cunt’s sloppy squelching noises. It drove him to absolute insanity. “I know I will.” — And Geto mutters the last bit against your earlobe, before darkly chuckling next to you.

Once the coast is finally clear, and she’s definitely gone, Geto takes your panties out of your mouth and you loudly whine, feeling that same coil in your tummy about to snap and twist.

“You have a g—girlfriend?” You managed to finally speak, eyes nearly rolling back from his erratic hypnotizing thrusts. To say his cock put you into a trance was merely an understatement.

“Her? No, no. I only offered to show her around the city as friends since she’s new and it’s the least I could do,” and Geto pauses, a sly smile curving on his face while changing positions to fuck you missionary style now. You look so pretty, sprawled out on the bed for him with your cute buttoned up shirt halfway on. “Why are you so curious? Jealous, huh? I just met you, silly girl.”

Heat spreads underneath your skin, and a pout pressed and tugs onto your lips as you bit onto your finger from him ramming his lengthy shaft deep inside your cunt again. “Huh? No, I don’t care,” you muttered, mind completely fried and empty. Did you sound jealous? What if you were? You started to wonder who the hell that woman was. Geto’s dick alone made you start to think how it would be all the time, coming to appointments and he’s doing this instead of his job — fucking the absolute shit out of you. “I was just… c-curious.”

“Uh huh,” Geto smugly grins, and you start to whimper from feeling yourself chase your incoming orgasm. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”

His voice is low and raspy, and you roll your eyes at him — feeling Geto softly wraps his fingers around your throat. You stare up at him with lust driven eyes, and you were so cock drunk. The way his dick transmitted you into a whole other reality was mind boggling. “Cum…” You’d whine, feeling his fingers apply a soft amount of pressure, a gentle squeeze that made your cunt twitch. “I’m gonna cum S—Suguru..”

“That’s cute,” he mocks your pout, leaning into swipe his thumb against the tears that were just about rolling down your plump cheeks. “Are you telling me or are you asking, Y/N?”

“Suguru—” You’d whimper, furrowing your eyebrows together. It’s a long whine that rips out your throat, and you’re tongue nearly starts to loll out again. Every time you murmur his name in that dirty sweetly honeyed tone gets him more hard each second immensely.

Geto clicks his tongue and tuts in disapproval, thrashing and smacking his hips roughly against you that makes your entire inside of your cranium seize to function. “No, Y/N,” and his voice is so condescending — as if he was dumbing you down with each word he spoke. He grins at your sweet pitiful expressions. Use those big girl words if you wanna fucking cum your brains out. You’re not that stupid to not comprehend a little command from your doctor, right?”

“I—” you’d moan incredulously arching your back. If your posture wasn’t good, it definitely was now.

“Go on, precious, you can do it.” Geto simpers, sliding his hands down your waist now. Your body shivered and quavered from his touch as you’re just about to orgasm. He’s praising you, yes, but even his natural praises sound like straight derogatory words that always kiss against your cunt the right way — embedding into your brain.

You crack a little smile, and it’s out of nowhere. Geto stares at you, so fucked dumb on his dick that your expressions get the best of you. “Can I cum p—please,” you’d gasp, yanking onto his shirt and snatching his name tag off, rubbing it all over your body with a little cheeky grin. “Let me cum Mr. Suguru.”

He scoffs, you clearly imitating his co-worker from earlier especially with how you tried to match her high pitched tone, and he reaches a hand to grope your breasts, fingers getting handsy with your perky hardened nipples — you whine, the small amount of brat within you packing their things and leaving you. What a pussy.

“You can cum now, sweetheart.” Geto groans, and you instinctively shove him chose into you, walls spasming before you finally came while bringing him into a needy horny kiss. He’s taken a back by how cute you were, legs tightly wrapping around him exquisitely — hugging him like a bear.

The kiss is sloppy, he grunts from tasting the strawberry saccharinely flavored lip gloss you wore, smothering his lips with it. While your tongue and salsa and tangled against Geto’s frantically, you could slightly taste yourself too, and his long hair bluntly brushed against your skin. His cock twitches inside you and he’s close too. He pulls away, and his thrusts becomes a lot messier now — incredibly sloppy as he’s hitting every spot, a good nice grip on your waist as he’s huffing lowly with long black strands covering his face.

“Inside.” You whined, tugging on his shirt.

Geto rolls his eyes at you, hips ultimately jerking against you before he sexily bites his lip from the way he’s reaching deep inside your pussy. “No, little girl,” and he’s near at his limit to shoot blanks, watching the little cock drunken pout form on your face, and right before he ejaculates, he pulls out — spraying your pussy with his cum, and his orgasm is so sexy, you yourself start to moan from it. “Maybe on your next appointment.”

“Fuck,” you’d softly mutter, completely drained. Geto’s still grunting, holding his now flaccid cock as cum’s still pouring out. He watches it coat the outside of your pussy, and Geto can’t help but think how it’d feel to stuff your insides completely with his warm sticky seed. “C—Can I book an appointment for tomorrow then?”

Geto deadpans at you, fixing his roughed up attire while lowly sighing. “No. Next week at the least,” and then he hands you back your panties with a sly grin. “Greedy girl. Now I can’t wait until your next check up.”

You roll your neck and let off a dramatic whine, a frown forming on your lips and he watches you sit up before pinning him back on the bed. Geto looks at you challenging eyes, obsidian strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “Well, I think a little last minute inspection wouldn’t hurt. My pus— er, neck is still pretty sore, Suguru.”

Geto stares at you with a slight smile forming on his face as you’re straddling him with pleading eyes with low hooded eyes.

It’s safe to say that from now on, your back was more straight than ever and you always looked forward to future appointments with your filthy hot chiropractor, Suguru Getō.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟑𝟖𝟏

Toji Fushiguro

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[Chapter 2] Daycare

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On Sundays you tend to sleep in, however, this time you wake up very early in the morning, and the first thing you do is go to the pharmacy to get a morning-after pill. You don’t worry too much about getting pregnant since when you were trying to conceive with your husband, you never succeeded. Still, you’d rather be safe than sorry even if you get weird looks from the cashier.

And for the rest of the day, you run some errands, going to places that have air conditioning so you’re not so hot. But around four you have no more errands to run, in fact, you have to do some chores at home which you’re dreading. One of them being laundry. You have to get your clothes and go to the laundromat that isn’t even a five minute walk from your apartment, but it’s way too hot to walk out with a laundry basket. You don’t need any more exercise for the day, but that doesn’t stop the fact clothes are piling up, and tomorrow is your first day of work so you need clean appropriate clothes.

So you’re exiting your apartment, holding your laundry basket with one hand, holding it against your hip while your free hand locks the door shut. When you finally get it shut, you turn and find your neighbor who’s opening the door to his apartment. You aren’t sure whether to address him or ignore him. Sure, you’re picking up his son tomorrow and taking him to daycare, but maybe he doesn’t want you to say anything to him today, things would be too awkward. 

You look down at the child that tries to hide behind his father when he spots you. Sure, you bought him ice cream, but he still doesn’t know you. You still smile at him, seeing that he’s peeking to get a glance of you. 

“Hey…” Toji awkwardly speaks up. Usually he doesn’t have to speak to the woman after a one-night-stand, but he doesn’t have that liberty here for many reasons. First and foremost, you’re his neighbor. Secondly, you’ll be taking his son to daycare and giving him a discount. He can’t simply ignore you, quite the opposite, he has to make sure you’re happy with him. He notices the laundry basket and asks, “Do you need help with that?”

“You’ve been working, it’s fine. Thank you.” You smile at him and before you can walk away, minding your business, he speaks again.

“It’s fine. I can drive you to the laundromat.” He offers, and you take a moment to think about it. But you see the boy who’s clearly hiding from you, and you decide it’s best to decline the offer. Tomorrow will be a big day for him, so it’s best for him to rest and whatnot before tomorrow.

“It’s fine. It’s not too far from here. Plus, Megumi probably wants to be home.” You tell him, giving him a weak smile before walking away. You walk away, not giving him a chance to say anything else. You come to regret declining his offer when you feel the hot sun on you, and you’re sweating once again while walking to the place. 

Halfway through the walk, you hear honking which spooks you, causing you to jump up a little. You turn around to see a black sports car, although it looks a bit old. You’re definitely surprised as the car slowly comes to a stop. The window rolls down and you’re even more astonished to find your neighbor inside. The car is definitely too expensive to be owned by him, but then again he’s a mechanic, he probably was able to buy a beat up car and then fix it. 

“Let me take you there.” Toji says, and you sigh, pretending to be annoyed even though you’re certainly glad that he’s here. You roll your eyes to add to the act before opening the backseat door. You put your laundry basket down, waving at Megumi who sits in his backseat on the other side. You shut the door then walk to the passenger’s seat, opening the door and entering the car. You put on the seatbelt, although it seems unnecessary since within a minute you’re parked in front of the place.

“Thank you, Fushiguro.” You tell him, and you look at Megumi, waving at him, “And thank you, Megumi.”

“No problem.” Toji responds, and you open the door and exit the car, then open the backseat door to grab your laundry basket. While Toji looks back at his son through the rearview mirror. “What do you say, Megumi?”

“You’re welcome.” Megumi mutters, crossing his tiny arms. You chuckle before shutting the backseat door. You wave at Toji as you walk away, smiling at him.

You certainly weren’t expecting that. Additionally, you weren’t expecting for him to pick you up two hours later. Although you didn’t talk much, you certainly appreciated the gesture.

At five in the morning you’re knocking on Toji’s door. You patiently wait outside the door for around five minutes before you knock again, much harshly this time. In two minutes the door opens, and you see your shirtless neighbor with messy bed hair and eyes that can barely stay open. He yawns before asking, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick up Megumi.” You inform him and his eyes quickly shoot open. He looks at the clock and then raises a brow. It’s way too early. “At five in the morning?” He questions and you nod in response. Toji ends up sighing, walking back inside to wake up the sleeping child. While he does so, Toji yells, “You can come in!”

You step into the place, and you look around. It’s nice and cool, that’s what you like. What you don’t like is that even in the darkness you can tell it’s messy. You try not to judge, instead you try to focus on Toji, who you hear is saying, “C’mon, buddy. It’s time to wake up.”

You’re lucky you decided to come early, because you knew this would happen. Although it is your fault for not telling Toji that you obviously have to leave early since you’re working there, not just dropping off a kid. 

“Megumi, c’mon.” Toji keeps trying to wake up the kid, until he finally sits up. Toji is surprised to see that it’s so difficult for the kid to wake up when every morning he’s wide awake around this time. Ready to annoy the shit out of Toji– Oh but Toji loves that kid more than anything and anyone in the whole wide world. “Sorry, this is gonna take a while. I’ll drive you two there.”

“No worries, I came early because I forgot to tell you the time.” You tell him. He’s grateful that he doesn’t have to rush so much, still he’s groggy because he had to wake up so early. He walks with Megumi to the bathroom, and you decide to turn on the light. You can even see more mess than before, but you know Toji is a single father, or at least that’s what it seems to be. 

You put your hands in your pockets as you look around the place. Looking at the futons that are in the place, right next to each other. The little dresser that is overloaded with clothes, the top of it dusty. There’s a singular picture frame at the top, but you stand too far away to be able to tell what the photo is. 

You’re about to pull out your phone, but Toji walks out of the bathroom, holding Megumi’s hand. “What do you want for breakfast? Cereal?”

“Yes.” Megumi responds, watching as his father looks through the drawers to pick out an outfit for his first day.

“Do you want me to prepare that for him?” You ask Toji, in a rush. You don’t have all day, plus it’s your first day. You can’t show up late today of all days. 

“Yes, please.” He responds, and you look for the box of cereal. Once you have it, you put it down on the counter then look for a bowl. Looking for a bowl is much harder than you imagined because every time you open up a cabinet, almost every plate falls on you. But you finally get a blue bowl, and you put it down. You serve the cereal, before opening the fridge and getting the milk. You hear Toji yelling at Megumi while you pour the milk.

“You know how to put on pants! Stop being so difficult today.” You hear the child complain at his father’s words, and you want to laugh but at the same time you really don’t like the way Toji talks to his child. You’re not going to tell him how to parent, after all, you don’t have any kids therefore your opinion is invalid. “Okay, go eat breakfast.”

Toji clearly gives up because when the child walks over to get his breakfast with his shirt and his diapers, which reminds you, “Do you have a little backpack for him?”

“Oh yeah. I’m still potty training him so–” Toji begins to look for the backpack that has his stuff. An extra change of clothes, diapers and some snacks for the kid. “He’s learning but occasionally he has accidents.”

“Thank you.” Megumi mutters as he takes the bowl from you. He walks back to his futon to take a seat and eat his food.

“I should probably start making his food.” Toji says, walking to the kitchen. 

“You should probably start getting ready if you are dropping us off. They give him food.” You inform him. 

“They’re not expecting him though, are they?” Toji questions, and you’re still staring because he’s still shirtless. Your face is getting warm, and you look away.

“I emailed them on Saturday night after you left.” You tell him, and the man’s face slowly turns pink. He clears his throat before a weak thank you leaves his lips. “It’s so soon but they said they’d make a spot for him.”

“Okay, thank you.” Toji responds. He still walks to the kitchen to make lunch for his son, making sure he has something just in case Megumi doesn’t like the food offered to him. You won’t bother though. “You can take a seat… Anywhere you’d like.”

“Thank you.” You respond, however, you remain standing. You make sure you don’t stand in Toji’s way since there isn’t much space for him to walk. Your eyes wander, unsure of what to do, until you think to ask, “When do you have to go to work?”

“Eight.” He answers. He still has some time for him to kill, so it’s likely he’ll drop you off then come back to sleep some more. He also has the chance to do some chores so the place isn’t all that messy. Although he probably doesn’t care about it. You don’t care anyway, the place is liveable and not a hazard to Megumi, the place is bound to be somewhat disorganized considering Megumi’s age and the fact Toji lives alone taking care of a toddler full time. “I’m not slowing you down, am I?”

“I think we’ll be fine. Although it’d be nice if you did hurry up.” You reply, and he works faster than before. You’re doing him a favor and he can’t repay you by making you late to your first day of work. 

Within ten minutes, everything is ready, except Megumi. He finished eating his breakfast, but he’s still only wearing his diaper. You both know that Megumi can’t just exit the place like this, but Toji is too tired to put up a fight with the child. You walk over to the child and crouch down so you’re face-to-face.

“Hey, Megumi. I know you don’t know me, but we’re going to be spending some time together.” You begin, unsure of how to start it off. You’re an expert at bribing kids, but it seems that after some time off you’ve lost your magic. “We’re going to go somewhere fun, so you need to put on your pants.”

That doesn’t seem to convince him though. You look at Toji and then at Megumi before it finally comes to you, “You like chocolate don’t you?”

“Yes.” He mutters, slowly nodding his head. 

“Well, don’t tell your daddy but… If you put on your pants, I’ll give you some chocolate.” You tell him, and he thinks about it for a second before deciding that what you’ve offered is a great deal. So Megumi puts on his pants, and you’re all finally ready to leave to go to the daycare.

Toji drives you to the place, parking outside to be able to drop off his son. You enter the place and the woman at the front desk immediately recognizes you, and then she looks at Toji, and at little Megumi. The woman smiles, “So nice to see you here. I knew you’d get the job.”

“So nice to see you too.” You respond with a smile. She then smiles at Toji and at Megumi.

“You must be Mr. Nanami and the youngest Nanami.” She says, making Toji furrow his eyebrows because you didn’t introduce yourself as Nanami. You feel your face get warm and you clear your throat.

“Toji is my ex-husband. He’s Mr. Fushiguro.” You inform her, and she hums and slowly nods in response. Toji has questions, but he can’t ask them right now. Instead he crouches down and kisses the top of his son’s forehead. 

“I’ll pick you up later, okay? You’re going to have so much fun, Megumi. Stay on your best behavior, buddy.” Toji tells the kid, who’s a bit confused as to what this is. If anything bad happens, Megumi is blaming you since you’re with him and his father right now. Toji makes sure to give Megumi a very tight hug, leaving the child nearly breathless. Toji stands up, giving you a weak smile and waving at you before he begins to exit the building. Megumi begins to follow him, but you stop him, grabbing Megumi’s backpack to hold him back.

“Megumi, your daddy will come pick you up later.” You tell him, and Megumi looks back at you, and then back at his father who gets smaller and smaller with every step he takes. Megumi’s bottom lip quivers, and his eyes become watery. The lady at the front desk is probably staring you down, wondering why your son is crying for his dad. “I know you love him, honey, but he has to go to work. He’ll pick you up later. You’ll be able to play with other kids your age for the whole day.”

“Daddy!” He yells, extending his arms and opening and closing his fists. You feel the sweat running down your forehead. You turn your face to look at the front desk lady, a sheepish smile on your face,

“He’s very attached to his father.” 

At six, Toji is inside the building, ready to pick up his son. You’re both ready to leave, and Megumi goes running to his father when he sees the man. The whole day, Megumi sat in a corner, refusing to socialize with anyone else. He stopped crying quickly, but he shut himself off. Toji’s eyes light up when he sees his son, and he kneels down to receive his son’s warm hug.

“I missed you, buddy. How was your day?” Toji asks, picking up his son from the floor and beginning to carry him to the car. You wave at the lady in the front desk before you begin to follow behind them. You hear Megumi say,

“I don’t wanna come back, daddy.” Toji laughs. You want to laugh as well, although you’re a bit worried. But you can see that he’s clearly attached to his father, so it’s only a matter of time for Megumi to get used to it. He’ll get a new friend and suddenly he’ll be so excited to come to daycare, even if he is separated from his father. 

“Why not? I’m sure everyone was nice. Isn’t that right, Ms. Nanami?” Toji turns to look at you. He’s been thinking about why he was referred to as Mr. Nanami, and felt like lying about your name is something so absurd. You feel your face get warm and you clear your throat before telling him.

“Everyone was very nice.” You answer. Toji begins to put Megumi in his carseat, and you wait outside the car. When he shuts the backseat door and you speak, “Fushiguro… Please don’t refer to me as Nanami.”

“Why–” He begins but stops himself. He shakes his head before he opens the driver’s side door. You get into the car as well. He turns the car on and looks at his son through the rearview mirror and asks, “So tell me more about your day.”

There wasn’t much for Megumi to say. He just sat in the corner, at least that’s what you heard. You were placed with children that are even younger than Megumi because that’s where they needed the extra help, and of course you can’t ask to be transferred to another age group just yet. They’re observing you since you’re new to the job, they’ll obviously deny a request so soon, you just hope that a teacher wants to switch soon enough.

“Give it a week and he’ll have more friends than you.” You joke, and it makes Toji laugh. He sure can’t wait till his little boy boasts about his new friends. “He’s just really attached to you. He was missing you all day which didn’t let him socialize.”

“Awe, is that true?” Toji asks, and he sees Megumi’s arms are crossed. He loves his father, but he won’t admit it so easily. Toji can’t help but laugh at the reaction. “I love you, stinky. I missed you all day too.”

After a very long day, you lay down in a hot room, trying to fall asleep. By this weekend you’re supposed to finally have air conditioning, and that doesn’t feel close enough. By the time you get the air conditioning installed, you doubt you’ll need it. After this week, the weather will cool down as October approaches.

You’re so tired, yet the sweat that runs down your body doesn’t allow you to fall asleep. You nearly jump up from your bed when you hear a knock on your door. You immediately think of Toji, and you’re proven right when you open the door. No other neighbor has attempted to introduce themselves, so you doubt that they will any time soon.

“Hey, Fushiguro.” You smile at him, and he looks you up and down. The same way he did on Saturday. But this time he knows better because the last thing he wants is to begin a relationship with you. You’re doing him a favor, and he can’t afford to fuck that up by thinking with his dick again.

“Did you just take a shower?” He asks, and he immediately bites his tongue. You still don’t have air conditioning, so it’s obvious that you’ve been sweating. “Sorry. I’m just here to thank you for everything.”

“It’s no problem… Is there anything else or was that all?” You question, knowing that a thank you is so trivial and clearly not important enough to come knocking at your door. You wait for a second while he gathers his thoughts before you know. “It’s about the Nanami thing, isn’t it?”

“I am confused about that… You introduced yourself with another last name but…” He doesn't want to sound accusatory so he slows his speech to try. Many ideas run through his head, but he won’t spew them out in case you get offended. You lean against the door frame, just staring at him, and he waits for you to speak up.

“Are you a widower, Fushiguro? From what I’ve seen, you and Megumi live alone.” You completely change the topic and focus on him. He nods, and gets rather irritated by the question, but he knows better than to say anything about it. “I’m a widow, and I have his last name on the majority of my legal documents.”

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” Toji’s cheeks turn a pink shade, feeling like a complete fool for even asking the question. He was rightfully curious, but he definitely feels as if he’s overstepped a line. 

“You were bound to know. As long as you don’t make it weird.” You respond, an awkward chuckle leaving your lips. “I’d invite you in for a drink, but we both have to work tomorrow. Also I’m expecting Megumi to be completely ready tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah… Good night.” Toji tells you. He bites his bottom lip as he begins to walk away. You shut the door and walk back to your bed, thinking about Toji and his late-wife. So many questions begin to run through your head, but you tune them out fast.

You don’t care about the neighbor all that much, you have bigger problems in your life.

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WORTH ┃ featuring the verdant strider! tighnari

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, professor! tighnari, teacher-student relationship, modern-ish au (he teaches in a university), manipulation/coercion, gaslighting, drugging (use of aphrodisiac), clothed sex, oral (m & f), teasing, unprotected sex, implications of breeding and pregnancy, marking, undertones of yandere tighnari (?), ending’s kinda meh, roughly 4k words (tighnari made me do it)

AN. okay, i was a vv hardcore tighnari simp (you could say i main him) when he was released and he just, well, made me do it. also, reposted from that one ACC :)

you weren’t the brightest one in the group.

you always have to work harder than others, to dedicate more of your time to study in advance once exam season comes. it doesn’t matter when you felt left out when your friends are partying the night, there isn’t a minute to lose in order to submit proposals and papers within the week. nothing could stand in your way of studying—books here, consultations there, meetings left and right.

it’s lonely, sure, seeing how those who you treat as close friends slowly untie the string keeping you together but this had gotten you so far to where you stood, close to graduating, close to moving forward in your life. everything is worth it, you have found your meaning amidst the judgment thrown at you by people.

so where did it all went wrong?

“this is the final time i’d be consulting with you f/n. if you can’t propose a more feasible concept for your research, you might end up taking these units next year.”

your hands felt cold, shaking even, as you tried grasping each word he said. no, you can’t afford to postpone your graduation just because of one class. with each millisecond that passed, your mind started threading through each step you did which resulted in this issue. one by one, problems start to pile up inside your brain, rendering you deep in thought as you can’t seem to find any mistakes in your output.

“you are aware that you’re falling behind in class, right?”

tighnari looks up from his desk, taking in the image of you, cowering in your troubles, slowly descending into madness as he prods on the things he knew you felt insecure about. on each consultation he had with you, he notices the subtle changes in your demeanor, taking note on how you react to see where he should focus on just to make sure you lose all that confidence in yourself.

it was utterly repulsive to him, wanting to see his dedicated and outstanding student lose their shine just because he has the power to do so.

but he loves it, he loves it, he loves it.

it wasn’t like him, this isn’t like him but he can’t help it when you’ve always looked beautiful crying. he had seen it once in the library at night, your hardworking self crumbling under pressure. what a poor thing, he thought before he made his way towards your seat and offered you help on the material you find hard to understand. you found his presence calming, appreciating to even spend time for you.

tighnari who had a dab hand at guiding even the dullest of pupils, a young graduate who was already scouted to be a part of the reknown akademiya but had opted to teach students in this university, a man with a kind soul who you often see guiding his students—of course, there’s no reason to not trust your professor, right?

tighnari didn’t mean any harm, really. all he wants is the best for you but with whatever state you’re currently in, he has the need to work his way in your life and had him influence you on what’s suitable for a sweet, pliant, and dumb girl like you.

“i am aware sir, thank you for still considering with all these consultations. maybe my efforts aren’t really enough, should i take this again next year,” you replied but you whispered the last part of your sentence out of pure disappointment. the thing is, tighnari heard each word full of uncertainty, grinning before he lays a hand on top of your shoulders.

“if this can work in your favor, i can help you with your paper after office hours,” he suggested, waiting to see your eyes sparkle and you did. you looked up at him with hope obviously plastered on your face.

“you would, professor?” he can see the small smile forming on your lips, waiting for his reply.

seeing that tighnari smiles back with a soft nod from his head had you slowly pulling away from the sudden burst of adrenaline, gazing at the side to ground yourself before shyly peering up back at him. “i’d do anything to pass this subject and your guidance will really help a lot.”

tighnari shudders, imagining how he can take you right at that very moment. you’d do anything? he asks himself before he takes one more look at you. “you’ve always been so diligent, it’s the least that i can do for a hard-working student like you.”

“it is really appreciated professor, thank you.”

“then meet me at my office around 7 in the evening every wednesday and friday. i’d be free by then.” you nod in reply, gathering all the documents you have presented before bidding him a sweet goodbye. oh so sweet and gentle, that’s what he’d always loved about you. he can’t wait to have you all for himself.

and only if the poor you knew where this would lead you.

“be reminded that the algorithm that you have presented goes against ethical practices. we can’t simply restore back memories on empty shells representing humans. cloning is still subjected in harsh criticisms,” he sighs, looking at the way your shoulders slumped down with your eyes casting a downward look.

just as planned.

“what a pity, i can already deduce that your topic can’t even suffice to work on its own without being undermined by such principles.” he can hear the way you winced at his words, observing how you react. just a little more, tighnari thought as he wait for more of your reactions.

“are you sure you’re really doing your best, f/n?”

“i am!” you exclaimed, quickly feeling embarrassed by your outburst, opting to follow it with a meek “i am, professor. i am doing my best.”

“do you think it’s enough?”

you were so close to breaking, not knowing where to go. there are only two months left for this semester and restarting your work given the time constraint could only lead you to a failing grade. withdrawing the subject may be your best option but that also poses a problem where your graduation is to be delayed.

the help that tighnari offered was your last ray of hope yet you’re not getting anywhere. are you really that dense that you can’t move forward in something so simple?

“let’s call it a day and continue tomorrow. rest first and let’s try to talk out what we could make out of it without removing most of what you’ve already started for its body.” in reality, tighnari already has a plan in mind, of course, as someone who used to take elective courses on biology had him an advantage and he so hopes that you wouldn’t catch on his schemes.

“but professor, i’m already lagging behind everyone,” you argued. you are desperate at this point, holding tightly to whatever will you have left within yourself. “i still have other subjects i need to focus on, it would only hinder on my plans in submitting my other outputs and i can’t risk losing more points.”

“as much as i want to help you but it’s already too late f/n. the gates might close soon if we would still continue working here.”

“we can work somewhere else. i’m really sorry professor but i really want to pass this subject,” you pleaded, he likes that, smiling at unyielding determination you have right now that would crumble soon.

“would you prefer to work at my place? or would you rather invite me in yours?” he waits for your answer, eyes piercing down at your form.

he can see how you hesitated, cheeks hinting a dark hue as you felt your blood boil from the fact that you either invite yourself to his house or you’d invite him in the apartment you currently share with your friend.

and your answer would be obvious by now.

“please let’s work at your house, professor. my friend might be at home and wouldn’t want to be disturbed by any noise as we get there.”

“okay then. let’s head straight to the parking area and hope that the gates are still open.”

you never would’ve thought that you’d be inside someone’s house, let alone your professor’s.

“so, shall we start?” you heard him ask as you are both sat on his living room. you nodded, quickly pulling out your laptop and your organizer.

it was quite peaceful, during the hours that followed your discussion with tighnari. he was really good in explaining you the areas that you need to work on and criticizes some points you have added. so far, you were producing some result but you have spent so much energy for this research that you can’t stop the occasional yawns escaping your lips throughout the whole talk.

“are you somewhat tired? i can make the two of us some coffee,” tighnari offers and you can’t resist the mention of the drink.

“that’d be really appreciated, thank you.”

and that’s when you’ve finally made your huge mistake.

tighnari yet again smiles, standing up and went to fix you two some coffee. he was graceful in his steps, not wanting to express any excitement on what’s bound for the two of you tonight. he can ever hear you humm in delight when the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air.

as he puts in some cream and sugar, he quickly pulls out a vial from one of the drawers of his kitchen and dropped a few of its contents on your mug. perfect.

“here, drink up first and rest for a few minutes.” tighnari can see the smile on your face, eyes squinting in happiness as you take small sips of your hot coffee, mind obviously unsuspecting of anything because you just trust your professor so much after all the troubles he’d been through with you.

“this taste so good,” you uttered, striking up tighnari’s interest.

“the beans was sent to me by a friend. he often travels on different nations. i’m glad that you like it as well.” you can see tighnari smiling underneath the soft glow of light, emphasizing the caring gaze he has and you can’t help but feel your heart beat fast.

tighnari had always been adored by many, loved even. he is really good in the field yet that hasn’t been the reason for him to belittle or stomp down on others. he is as kind as he is humble and would often be ready to aid those who are in need. if your circumstances are different, you would gladly pursue him and express this underlying feelings you harbored from the past weeks of spending time with him.

but would he want to be with someone like you?

these insecurities had slowly soured your mood. it even baffles you how an outstanding man like him had gone through lengths just to have you pass this subject. and you can’t even offer anything in return besides the unsatisfactory outputs you kept submitting.

“let’s continue?”

and you two did, well, while your mind still can.

right after finishing what remains of your drink, there’s this sudden click of heat radiating from the pit of your stomach, stimulating your senses to be more sensitive to any type of stimulus. at first, you tried ignoring the annoying feeling and focused on the burning anger you felt in yourself that just wants to get this over with.

but it grew more unbearable, your hands itching to rub on the sensitive spots of your body that begs for any sort of sensation. the ache between your legs sent shivers up your spine, causing you to slightly buckle from your seat. your thighs had started to rub on each other to give you some sort of friction down there, to give you some sort of relief.

peering from his side, tighnari can see how you shift on your seat, beads of sweat starting to litter your skin. he grins before he turns to look at you with concern beaming on his face.

“f/n?” before you could reply, a sudden wave of heat engulfed your core and had you stumbling out of your seat, eyes trained to the man who’s now in front of you.

“are you okay? f/n?” your mind can barely coherent such thoughts when the heat spreads so fast in your blood, a tingling sensation calls for attention on the pit of your loins. it gradually grows harder for you to concentrate, hands shaking when tighnari assisted you to a more comfortable position in his couch.

“professor, i feel weird. it’s like something is burning inside of me,” you almost slurred as the sensation from the pit of your stomach aches that tears started pooling in your eyes. with what remains of your clear thoughts, you looked around to know the source of such discomfort and the coffee that you’d recently could be the only reason why—

“what did you put in m—.” you slowly feel like jelly on the sofa, squinting to keep your eyes open as you tried managing the ache between your legs. “did you put something in my coffee?”

“coffee? what are you talking about? why would i even do that?” you can see the worry in his eyes, hands moving close to your forehead. you feel bad doubting him, frowning and looking down on yourself. “first, tell me what are you feeling?”

“i…” you can’t even answer back when the burn feels more unbearable within, hands gripping the armrest as you try to sit up only to fail and fall back in a lying position. 

“it hurts professor,” you softly cried out while failing to even glance up on tighnari. you can feel him shift you to a lying position, gentle arms surrounding you with warmth, the faint scent of flora radiating off of him had your senses acting up. you want to be embraced by him, be surrounded by him, to have him soothe this ache. desperation evident when your arms wrapped around his torso and didn’t let go.

“what hurts f/n?” with the barely existing distance between you two, his whispered words had you shivering, your hands digging on the broadness of his shoulder. in seconds, you heard a low growl coming from him, flickering more desire to ran rampant in your body and mind.

“f/n, we need to sort out what you’re feeling first.” he warns you, attempting to peel away from your hold but you won’t even let him go, not when he’s already right on top of you.

“it hurts here professor.” you reached out a hand to grab his free one, directing it right between your legs. tighnari wasn’t even surprised, barely hiding the smile forming on his lips when he felt you using his hand to rub on your crotch. “it hurts so much.”

“here?” tighnari asked in a teasing tone, not that you’d notice when you moaned in response.

“yes,” you whimpered when he started to move two of his fingers and slowly rub your clothed cunt. tighnari can feel just how wet you are, the tips of his fingers getting smothered with your arousal.

long had forgotten your suspicions with that coffee when you started to grind yourself on his steady hand, your underwear and thin pants ruined from how much slick had already pooled between your legs. it feels good, so good to be touched like this.

“f/n, you do know what this implies,” tighnari suggests, still holding up this worried façade of his. and it worked, it worked on making you lenient towards what the hell he wants. 

“i know. ‘ want you to do something ‘bout it, please,” you cried when tighnari quickly uses two of his fingers to slide up and down the slit of your messy, clothed cunt.

“is this really what you want?” tighnari asked. to stimulate further your already feverish state, tighnari used his other hand to knead on your chest, the poor shirt you wore can barely stop how your nipples protrude upon contact.

his question went past your head when his thumb forms a grudgingly slow circular stroke on your nipples. his other hand, however, wormed its way inside your pants, feeling you through your panties, begrudgingly sliding up and down the valley of your pussy, barely missing the part where you’d want it to run to but the sensitivity you were feeling intensified the pleasure you were getting.

it felt so good, too good, having both his hands move against your body. but the bliss soon stopped when tighnari paused. you can hear him laugh softly, amused when he saw your eyes widen and lips forming a small pout.

“hm… you haven’t answered my question f/n. can you specifically tell me what is it that you want?“ the hotness from his breath immediately sent triggers down your body, legs trembling when the sensation of his fingers gently prodding on your crotch made your back arch closer to his body.

"i want you to touch me,” you begged. your eyes were watering from how unbearable the heat was in your body and the gentle strokes that tighnari gave on your aching cunt made the feeling even worse.

“touch you? but i already am,” he replies while watching you writhe and whine. with the faraway look in your eyes, tighnari knew that the aphrodisiac had fully taken effect. “see? i can just feel how wet you are right now.”

“kiss me, please. also wan’ you to use your fingers more.”

just a simple wish coming from your lips, desperate yet sweet, had tighnari fastening his pace in rubbing you, lips then latched on the sensitive skin of your neck. the sensations from your core and the pleasure on your neck, on your breasts quickly build up the spike of your orgasm, your hands searching for something to get a grip on but only to find the soft locks of tighnari.

he groans, almost leaving a bite on your skin as you tugged on his hair. this had urged him to harshly rub his fingers, the soft tips roughly digging through your underwear and had reached to prod on your clit.

“based on how your body is reacting, you’re close,” he uttered after pulling away from your neck, eyeing how you shake and moan out his name. “go on, come.”

you were far out because of the pleasure but tighnari’s command had gone through your head and you’d finally feel the tightness in your core to snap, legs closing from the intensity as you gush out because of tighnari’s touch. and he kept you spread open as he rides you through your orgasm.

“coming from simply being touched.” tighnari hushes you afterward, scooping you in his arms. you were panting heavily, trying to calm down but the heat that had subsided after your orgasm was fast to being unbearable. he felt you tugging on his sleeves and he smiles. “you’re just so good, aren’t you f/n?”

“i am… good for you.” a breathless whisper then followed your reply. tighnari hums, pulling you closer before he lifts you up and carried you to his room. you were beyond intoxicated, gripping him closer, nose buried in his neck, feeling all that you can touch before you’re laid down on the softness of his bed.

with droopy eyes, you reached out for him to have him closer once more, savoring the comfort he brings you as the heat continues to engulf you in an unrelenting need. tighnari complies, pretty much occupied by the thought that he finally has you, that you’re finally his.

“please, do anything as you wish.” it was a hasty reply that tighnari lets out a sigh before he pulls you up and lets you sit in front of him. he looms over your body, preying eyes focusing on your thighs rubbing against each other. he bends a little, pulling you from your chin just to have you looking at his face but your eyes quickly move down between his legs.

“now, now, don’t be too greedy f/n,” he says before he lets you go and stands firm. “if you really want me to fuck you then you should do something more to deserve it.”

whining underneath his intense gaze, you were too intoxicated to complain so you quickly shifted down the edge of the bed and have him sit in front. clumsy hands had made their way on the locks of his belt, fingers swiftly pulling the leather from the pin before it even leaves a soft tug on the floor as you have successfully removed it.

tighnari continues to watch how adorable you are being so desperate like this. he lifts up a hand before he brushes on your hair after you make a quick tug on his pants, aimlessly tugging it down his hips before you can finally see the prominent bulge strained behind the thin cloth of his underwear.

“go on,” tighnari encourages you while you eye how big he looks beneath, mouth drooling at just the mere thought of how it’ll make you feel good later. “i’m waiting.”

nimble fingers make quick movements on the bands of his underwear, soon revealing his hard length that slapped against his stomach. you can hear him hiss at the sudden contact of your other hand, making quick pumps on his shaft before you used your thumb to rub circles on the tip. you want to hear more of tighnari, hear him moan, groan, say your name with such want. the heat had gotten the best of your head, all messed up from the insatiable desire to please both him and yourself.

and tighnari observes, relishing on how your hand clumsily works more on getting him off but—"don’t you think this is enough f/n?“

this triggered something inside you, the fear of disappointment, of failing, of not reaching the end that you want, alerting this side of you that tighnari easily prods with ease. looking up with soft eyes, you close your lips on the pinkish tip of his cock, smearing your lips with his precum. you can hear tighnari moan, smiling down at you, letting you know that you are doing good.

”yeah, just like that f/n. you sure know what to do,“ he coos, brushing your hair as he guides your head to have him slowly push past your lips, indicating to you what to do next.

after how you messily covered your lips with his pre, you used your hand to smother what you have gathered earlier from the tip and pump him with fervor, adjusting how tight and how fast you’d go based on how he groans and tugs at your hair. but it wasn’t enough for him, even if it feels good to have your hands do something so sinful like this. "didn’t i tell you tha—.”

before he finishes his sentence, your lips had pushed past the head before you have the whole tip inside your warm mouth, slowly pushing more and more that you can take. you can hear him groan out your name, blown-out eyes lovingly looking at you in satisfaction.

pleased with what reactions he’s giving but still wanting more, you used your tongue to lap around the length, feeling how some of the veins pop up from the sensation. tighnari groans, close to growling, and this spiked up the heat that you were feeling. you were so drunk from the haze that this had given you that it pushed more of your desires to please him more.

“f-fuck,” he curses, one you barely hear, and by god how much that turned you on more if that’s still impossible in the sorry state that you were in. more, you thought as you continued by sucking him in, close to having most of his dick fully inside your mouth.

“keep doing that and i might,” he stops as he lets go of a whine, feeling how you have finally had the tip reach the depths of your throat, your fingers digging on his thighs, your nose touching his abdomen.

you have finally earned it, you really are worth everything there is that he can offer and he will not let anything stop him from having you.

“fuck, come here.” tighnari pulls you away from his cock, grinning as he hears you whine. “hush now, i’m finally giving you what you want f/n,” he adds before you’re laid down on the bed.

a whisper was all you could let go as tighnari started to work on your clothes. he was quick to remove every piece of article on your body, relishing the sight of you naked, legs open and your cunt covered with the slick of your arousal. he can smell you, can feel you from the tips of his nerves, and he’s so fucking excited to finally have you all for himself.

“i want you.” that was the last thing you’d utter out of the pure emotions pouring out of your heart—not because of what your body screams or how your mind thinks but because this is what you want, feeling this close, so intimate with the person who you want to hear approval from, to hear his declaration of love. and you did, yes, you did hear him say those words before you were long consumed by the carnal desire that had been eating away at your thoughts.

tighnari knew that the aphrodisiacs would wear off soon but hearing you say that a tone different compared to the lust-induced and heavy whispers you’ve said confirms more of what he had known from the moment you stepped inside his house.

“i want you so badly too,” he declares before he shifts closer to give you a kiss. “you’ve always been on my mind.” the electricity when his lips met yours shocked you through the core, eyes tearing up but it barely makes sense when the kiss quickly turned heated, devouring your body whole with pleasure.

tighnari had removed his shirt and completely pulled off his pants in a haste, similarly reeling in the drunk daze you were feeling before he goes back in kissing you. his tongue had invaded your mouth, the fervor of how he moved against you while his hands are busy caressing your body, memorizing every curve, the pads of his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes—it was truly addicting.

“i need you ready to take me so stay still, won’t you?” tighnari whispers as two of his fingers travel down to your sopping pussy. you were beyond wet, hole gaping, waiting for him to just shove his whole cock inside. but he doesn’t want you hurt so he’s just going to spend his precious time preparing you.

it was torture but at the same time phenomenal when you finally feel his fingers sliding up and down your cunt, the tip of his thumb rubbing against your clit. you moan so heavenly against his ears, groaning when he feels your walls immediately clamping down on him as soon as he pushes his digits inside you.

“look at you,” he coos, listening to how you begged for more when he used his thumb to simultaneously rub on your throbbing clit. “getting close again?”

and you are, especially when tighnari leaves kisses on your neck, fastening his pace on your sopping pussy, thumb busy stroking on your sensitive nub. the tightness on your loins felt too much that you wrapped your arm around his body, helping you steady yourself as you finally came around his fingers.

he can feel you gushing so much slick, your body trembling below him. “are you ready to take me now, f/n?”

you mindlessly hummed in approval, a whimper following after as he removes his fingers inside you. tighnari grins, hooking his arms on your legs as he spreads you apart. you can feel the head of tighnari’s cock prod at your entrance, then he slides his whole length up and down your messy cunt, the head rubbing so gingerly on your clit.

“here’s your reward for being good to me, f/n.”

tighnari could almost feel his heart melt when he slowly pushes himself inside you, your walls squeezing him tightly.

the man on top of you can’t stop groaning as he slowly pushes back and forth, reeling in the sensation of finally being inside your tight pussy. and you keep sucking him in, already accustomed to his size at how aroused you were.

he was slow with his movements, each sensual stroke of his hips pushes himself further inside and it hits the right spots. your fingers digged on his skin, making him groan before he reaches out to the column of your neck, the ghost of his lips sliding up and down the sensitive skin before he take a bite down on your flesh.

you writhe with a scream, back arching closer to tighnari’s body as he pulled an orgasm out of you just because of one bite.

“hm? didn’t know you like being marked f/n.” he pulls away a little, lips close to your ears as he whispers “i know other ways to mark you mine, would you want that?”

before you could reply, he moves back and drags your body until he has your hips up and you’re face down the mattress. he stills for a moment, adjusting your hips before you could once more feel the tip of his cock moving up and down your clit. “be good and take all of it, okay?”

“hmm, okay.” as soon as his ears picked up your mindless mumble, tighnari pushes back in and continued with his ruthless pace. he has you seeing stars, feeling him go deeper than he was going earlier, his precise thrusts hitting all the right spots.

you can feel your essence drip down the middle of your thighs while it intensifies the filthy noise produced by your sexes as tighnari rams himself in and out of you. his fingers held your hips higher, pushing himself deeper until the tip of his cock pokes at your cervix.

he was too deep, your velvety walls engulfing him in warmth, he almost released his load but he wants to feel you come undone around him.

“do you want me to cum inside you f/n?” he asks, bending his body down. you were panting, lust clouding up your head that you’d moaned at his words.

“i do.”

“bet you’d look pretty all swollen up because of me.” hearing him say that sparked images running through your head, having his kits, getting knocked up by the man who you looked up to and had adored with your heart.

it wouldn’t be bad, right?

“hm~ yes. would look so pretty for you,” you said and it’s followed by your cries when tighnari pounds harder, his thrust never faltering to make you reach your peak.

“then t-take all of it, f/n.” tighnari follows suit, his dick twitching inside of you before you can feel him shoot his warm load deep inside you. you stilled, the warmth felt so good.

tighnari can hear the gentle hum from your body, alerting him of your post-state bliss. his hands are quick to wrap themselves around your hips, adjusting both your tired bodies so that you both lay on your sides. he was still seethed inside you, his cock far from softening but he hushes you for a while, rubbing circles on your skin.

“you’ve always been such an outstanding student of mine, f/n.” tighnari mumbled, lips placing gentle kisses on your neck, occasionally biting down the flesh leading up to him sucking down the skin. “breaks me a little whenever i see you lingering around those imbeciles who doesn’t know what’s good for you.”

as much as he wants to hear what you have to say about his sudden confession, he didn’t give you any time to reply as he pulled out and shifts his body to settle between your legs. he pumps his still-erect cock, your eyes feasting on how it glistens from both your cum.

“will you be mine? only mine?” he reaches down to give you kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your lips while he rubs the tip on your awaiting hole. “i vow to give you what you deserve. so won’t you be good for me once more?”

helpless against the pleasure that tighnari easily does on you, he receives a nod.

“don’t worry about that paper. i’ll make sure you pass because you’re worth all these things i did f/n.”

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