I Love This Sadistic Man So Much, Why Do I Always Like The Ones Whose Fics Are Always Far And In Between.

I love this sadistic man so much, why do I always like the ones whose fics are always far and in between. I’m so happy to have seen this one.

YANDERE! FEITAN PORTER X DARLING!

TOUCH

⚠️ This is a work of fiction with content I do not condone in reality. This is not meant to encourage or represent any type or sort of conduct. This is merely just fantasy ⚠️

MDNI•18+

Trigger warnings!

This work contains: Yandere content/intentions•NSFW•Kidnapping•Holding against will (darling)•Cursing•Mentions of abuse/torture•Stockholm Syndrome•General depravity•Obsessive tendencies•Sexual acts (consensual but darling is psychologically not sound of mind to be consenting, so somewhat dubcon)•Oral•fem darling•Somnophilia

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I appreciate support and love from anyone viewing and enjoying my content. Thank you♥️ I freakin’ love this 1999 anime artwork of Feitan!

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Time suddenly seemed to become irrelevant.

The days passed in a mundane blur, and at some point, everything seemed worthless.

He mentioned in passing that it was November now, though you’d stopped asking the date a few months after your imprisonment. You stopped talking nearly all together these last few months. You couldn’t be entirely sure the last you’d spoken more than a word or two in response to his questions. His own speech minimal, though occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of his chattier side. Even that still couldn’t be considered talkative, more of a normal amount of speech when in a conversation. You haven’t seen that in a while either, maybe it disappeared when you’d stopped your own blubbering and whining. You didn’t ask questions at all anymore. It was pointless and had little meaning.

He sat in his usual spot.

Perched in the corner of the room, eyes sharply trained on your form as always.

His eyes used to unnerve you, riddle you with anxiety and fear of what he was planning. What he might do. What he will do.

It mattered hardly at all at this point.

You’d senselessly begged once, for it all to stop and for him to just kill you already. That’s what he must’ve had planned in the end, for what else did he want with you? An object to admire?

It seemed mad in it’s own way, that thought. Your questions of something or anything personal went unanswered and occasionally punished with weeks of isolation. It was better not to pry.

Asking for mercy and a faster death only brought a wrath you didn’t know lay inside him down upon you.

It was the first time he became physical with you, touched you more than was the bare minimum of necessity. He was surprisingly warm. Except his touch at that time was anything but the usual gentleness you now realized he used with you. His unforgiving grip on your face as he dragged you to your knees, the absolute agony of having your jaw fractured. The pain was unbearable, and even now left phantom pains radiating down your body. He’d dragged you out the front door, for the first time in what seemed to be forever.

Outside was duller than your mind remembered.

You’d been thrown into a vehicle and taken somewhere new.

You’d never wished to take back words more than you did that day. He’d dragged you to some sort of… torture facility. Chained you in a corner and left you there for hours on end. Nervous and frightened, you waited and waited. When he did return, it wasn’t alone. Someone you’d never met was dragged in, strapped down to a table.

Feitan had never really demonstrated anything so frightening before. He’d been somewhat volatile and brash, but the sadistic side never revealed itself like it did that day.

A day turned into several, and for nearly a week you were made to watch his sessions as he called them. Where he’d laugh like a maniac as he turned living humans into creatures you pitied more than yourself. He’d wipe their blood on you, smile as you trembled and begged for it to stop.

When he finally heeded your pleas, he asked a question that left you numb.

“Still want to die?”

You didn’t want to die anymore, at least not by his hand. He knew no mercy. He had no grievance tearing someone apart and from the inside out. The events that followed spanned longer than you bothered to keep track of anymore. He brought you back to your “home” where you were kept locked away. You had a bed, blankets and pillows, clothes and food, clean water and hygiene products. You’d never appreciated a bed like you did that first night back before. The softness and warmth you felt made tears roll down your cheeks and you had thanked him for returning you. It was the first genuine gratitude you’d ever shown to him.

You glanced up from the TV running a show you barely processed to catch his gaze. Those grey orbs holding emotion you couldn’t name or had never seen. He was always so still, and his porcelain features gave him the feel of a doll. For a moment, you merely held his gaze, feeling oddly calm and panicked all at once. Why you felt panicked didn’t make sense, nor why you’d feel calm in the presence of what seemed to be the Grim Reaper himself. The only movement he made to acknowledge your attention was a slight quirk to his brow. His usually ignored but always open book in his hand closing. His face mostly covered left you little to go off to how he felt. You’d gotten somewhat good at interpreting even the tiniest hint of emotion from him, but currently with your own frazzled feelings, figuring out his wasn’t working.

Your legs were pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you settled into a protected fleshy ball. The blanket on your shoulders helping ground you slightly.

Only a little.

“What?” His voice was raspy, his own lack of use evident.

It didn’t sound annoyed, though you could just be misinterpreting this entire interaction.

It felt odd to speak, your mouth slightly cottony and dry, but the urge in your chest felt strangely compelled to say his name.

“Fei” You’d judged his voice, but your own was just as bad.

His eyes widened slightly, though aside from somewhat visible surprise, you were in the dark on how he’d feel about a nickname. You’d given your captor a nickname long ago, though never voiced it aloud. Feitan… Fei felt less threatening.

Feitan is darkness and fear. Feitan tore your life away from you, terrorized you, imprisoned and controlled nearly every little aspect of your life down to your very diet. Feitan is the infamous torturer of the Phantom Troupe.

Fei… well, in your own mind, Fei had become a fictional sort of character. Fei was gentle, Fei listened when you spoke or rambled, and in your dreams Fei would touch you. You hadn’t felt much of any contact in so long, and the last time had left a physically and psychologically painful memory behind. In your dreams, Fei would hold you, touch and caress, Fei was quiet but powerful. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but nothing happening to you or around you was healthy. The mental sickness and insanity most certainly was tickling around your mind.

You’d tested boundaries early with Feitan.

Screaming, kicking, fighting, escape attempts, refusal to eat or comply… were all met with isolation and revoking of privileges. Asking for death was met with nightmares and aching pain that still bothered you when it was too cold.

You’d tried manipulation and coercion, neither you excelled in though. Feitan may be quiet, and occasionally his grammar is less than exemplary, but he is no fool. All attempts ended in… nothing. He did absolutely nothing. He was like a stone wall, impenetrable. Even now, you knew nothing of his intentions. Your only guess at this point, as out of place and ridiculous as it may sound, is companionship. He likely saw you as a pet of sorts, like one might “rescue” a cat off the street. The treatment you receive is rather similar too. In his eyes, maybe you were just like a cat to him. A weak kitty he plucked off the cold streets and gave a warm home. It used to be a thought which invoked fury, but now…

You wished he’d commit to all acts of a pet owner. This included giving affection. You craved it. Missed it. Needed it. Something. A weird and warbled voice in your mind said you’d even accept the negative attention if it meant he’d put his hands on you again. It’s a suicidal thought, but even as his gaze narrowed, you couldn’t stop your body.

He’s silent as always, as you uncurl from your position you’d taken as your usual way to cope. Holding yourself helped, but it’s be better if someone else did it. He didn’t make any indication your nickname offended him.

Shaking, you stood on weak legs and began a pursuit of something you’d never thought you’d even entertain. He was across the room, and while he was by no means a big man, his presence could be suffocating when up close. Gracelessly and with little tact in your actions, you approached until you could smell him. He always smelled like mint and something metallic. For once, the thought of the underlying scent being blood didn’t bother you. He smelled nice, and while his entire body language was closed off and reserved, he still hadn’t even twitched.

He just kept observing you.

Even as you sank down to your knees in front of where he sat.

Those sharp eyes followed you the entire way. When the realization of what you wanted to do came, you weren’t bombarded with the expected humiliation or shame. There wasn’t guilt or disgust like you used to feel when these feelings would arise.

Maybe it signaled you were too far gone to save anymore.

“Fei” his name left your lips again, and for the first time, his rapt attention felt good. It felt good to have him so focused on you. You watched as his head tilted slightly, his face hidden but you could somewhat fantasize about a soft smile playing on his lips behind the fabric of his collar. His favorite jacket always a staple in his clothing collection.

“What?” The way he asked proved he wasn’t revolted at your proximity. He didn’t seem to be asking what you were doing, but rather why you called his name.

“Touch me?” Though you’d phrased it like a question, it bordered precariously on being a demand. You probably looked ridiculous, kneeling at his feet and staring up at him like a sick puppy looking for even the smallest amount of attention. You should be avoiding him, trying to get away, doing anything but this. The only thing you felt though was fear of rejection. That he’d cackle like he does on the phone occasionally, with someone named Shalnark or Phinks, or like he did when he removed the hands of an artist and found humor in the irony. He didn’t answer immediately like he normally would with a direct question. This couldn’t possibly be considered a personal question that he enjoys avoiding, it has only to do with you.

“Please…” you sounded pathetic, even to yourself. The way your bottom lip pouted out and wobbled, the way your eyes watered a little as if you’d cry at any moment, the way you trembled. You didn’t want to grab onto his pant leg, still mindful that a kick from him could easily be your undoing. You’d have to wait till given permission. A pet is what he wants, right?

You could finally be hitting that special point of breaking.

This could be another delusion you’d conjured up and you’re moments away from a lot of pain or isolation again. It’s impossible to tell. No power rested in your hands, and that small realization had tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the man who’d reduced you to this mess.

Begging him for measly scraps of what should be your right. Humans needed the physical contact for their health, and while he was clearly the devil, you needed it. Needed him. Needed anything.

“Fei please… I’ll be good, whatever you want, please… I need- hck!” Your sobs were cut short as your body moved faster than your mind could process. You’d nearly bitten into your tongue as you choked for breath, unable to fully comprehend exactly what happened.

The leggings and sweater you wore weren’t warm at all to you. Even blankets seemed to have a chill that seeped through them. Right now though, warmth was creeping through your clothes as mint and copper flooded your senses. He’d pulled you into his lap. The realization was shocking, but the next thought was thrown away when thin strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“Oh” words died on your lips as a sensation you couldn’t name overcame you. You’d never realized how stiff you were until your body began to relax. Fully relax. “Oh…” it came out breathy and nearly excited, as you foolishly wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of it.

This was insanity.

He was all muscle unsurprisingly, but it didn’t deter you from trying to mold yourself to him. Your much softer figure held in his arms so gently it made a new wave of tears threaten to spill for all new reasons. You straddled him, front flush against his own, as you struggled to accept that you were being held right now.

“This?” His voice so close to your ear had a strange tingling sensation move from your neck down your spine. The shiver didn’t go unnoticed, as his hold tightened and pressed you further against him. It wasn’t necessarily the most pleasant way to be held, but it was many times better than nothing. You nodded against him, mumbling out a soft good as you basked in a moment of joy you hadn’t experienced in what seemed like forever. It felt good to be held.

It felt even better when his hand moved and brushed through your hair. His touch light and careful, and you could imagine how he was noting every little detail of your reactions. The shivers and little sighs you released as he continued to just pet, touch, and hold you.

For once, you dreaded him stopping.

Even as your eyes grew heavy and body went limp in his arms, you dreaded when this would end. If you could just figure a way to keep him like this, you could envision your life being bearable.

“Fei” you didn’t make any effort to move.

“Hmm” his chest vibrated a little with his hum.

“Can I sleep with you?” It didn’t take a genius to realize your question caused him to tense. His muscles tightening up and panic seeping into your system as you worry this took it too far. You both slept separately unless absolutely necessary, something you used to be grateful for and now hated. It was always freezing when you slept, no matter how warm it actually was.

You might’ve ruined his grace, overstepped if anything, but you needed to stay close to him physically. It wasn’t a want anymore but a necessity.

“Yes” his word both shocked and elated you, and with a few more gentle pats in his arms, you were asleep.

Your cunt throbbed and ached, your lower belly pulled tight inside like a string about to snap. You tried closing your legs, whining as the hot wet sensation continued despite the light struggle you began to put up. It felt good, whatever dream you were having, even as the scent of mint and soap surrounded you.

Small whimpers and gasps became heavy panting as you felt raw heavy pleasure blossom in your core. Something prodded your entrance, wiggling bit by bit till you were penetrated and stretched on something long and hard. It moved and rubbed inside you. The warm pressure on your clit only pulling you further.

It was heaven, even as a slight burn inside had you back to whining and arching your back as your cunt stretched to allow something else inside. Fingers?

The thought was gone as the pleasure radiated throughout your whole body.

It wouldn’t be the first wet dream you’d had, but it was the most realistic. The hot breath on your sensitive clit and twitching insides felt real, and the pleasure was so crisp. Your hands curled into the sheets, struggling between sleep and the impending orgasm threatening to take you.

Your eyes popped open as you came, body twisting as a sharp moan punctuated the air.

You were awake and finally realizing this wasn’t a delusion or dream. Someone was lapping at your cunt, your thighs held open and pinned by two pale hands. The sensitivity and slight bewilderment of the situation had you struggling to form a coherent thought.

“Fei-Feitan…?” If there was one thing you knew with perfect certainty, it was that he’d never leave you alone long enough for someone to find you and do this. It couldn’t be anyone else. Though the fact he was doing this was even more incomprehensible. He seemed so disgusted by touch, so detached from human emotions, it really never occurred to you that he’d have normal human urges. He was still lapping at your cunt, even as your eyes locked with his own, even darker in the barely lit room you realized was his own. You were in his bed, with his head buried between your legs, and his eyes locked on you.

“Fei!” A weaker orgasm than the first was torn from you as you came again, sensitivity skyrocketing when he still continued to lick and suck on your clit. The room was spinning slightly, and your naked body began to cool a little as you sweat. He’d stripped you. He must’ve, but things weren’t really connecting in your mind as white hot pleasure was turning mildly painful.

“Too much!” You gasped and you had to force your hands to stay tangled in the sheet to not touch him. Your eyes watered and you made a pitiful sight with your darkening cheeks and open panting mouth. As your back arched to avoid his mouth, a sharp slap to your outer thigh had you yelping in pain.

His eyes narrowed, and it wasn’t hard to see he became annoyed with your squirming.

“Shut up.” His tone was low, no room for arguing or protest as you bit your lip to do as you were told. Trembling under him as he raised up to stare down at you between your spread legs. He looked gorgeous, something you hated to admit. His dark hair mildly tussled and pale skin a little flushed, his signature jacket gone. This wasn’t the first you’d seen his naked chest, but it was certainly a rare occasion. His pants were still on but unbuttoned. His lips were the most sinful aspect, still glossy from your release. It was agonizing to be silent.

You should cry and beg for him to stop.

Instead you found your legs spreading just a bit wider as you looked up at him like he was your personal deity.

Debauched.

His slow and condescending smirk only made your breathing harder, chest tightening with anticipation and lust. He snorted, hand moving to spread your cunt open as he spit on it. You were panting now, barely following his order to stay quiet. It was difficult when you wanted to beg, for more, for him, to be touched.

“This what you wanted? Whore.” His crude words didn’t make this any less arousing, especially as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He was larger than you’d have ever expected, though it hardly mattered as he lined himself up and began pushing into your unused hole. Despite the wetness and prep, it was slightly painful as he filled you. The heaviness inside coupled with the burn was delicious as your hips moved to take more of him, deeper. You couldn’t help the moan, the way your body shook and hands finally moved to touch him.

He was fast in securing both your wrists in one hand to pin above your head, his hips finally kissing the back of your thighs. You felt him twitch inside you, and it drove you wild.

“Please Fei, oh-!” His hand came down on your thigh again, before he pulled his hips back and slammed into you. Your head goes back as you arch into him and moan louder, as he begins a brutal pace that has your chest moving in rhythm with his thrusts. His tip kissing your cervix has you unwinding into a submissive mess of whining and pleas. You didn’t even know what you were begging for.

You either annoyed or aroused him further when he sneered and used his free hand to grip your jaw, thankfully not roughly as it ached nonetheless, forcing you to open wide before spitting into your mouth. He laughed when you clenched down harder, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again as the pleasure increased.

“Pretty slut likes being my bitch.” He hardly seemed out of breath despite how hard you were panting. You felt a bit unfair at how unfazed he seemed, but similarly proud at how he gazed down at you. Like you made him pleased. His gaze wasn’t sharp, even bordering on warm despite how roughly he was fucking into you. All you could do was moan his name and beg.

Like a good little pet.

You could feel your orgasm coming again, and you’d meant to tell him, but his lips against yours shocked you silly. You didn’t even bother closing your mouth, Feitan easily slipping his tongue inside and kissing you so sensually it had you coming on his cock. You could only whine into his mouth as his speed picked up and you became overwhelmed.

He pulled away as a string of saliva connected you two for a moment before breaking. He licked his lips before focusing on where the two of you were joined. Watching his cock disappear in your sopping wet little cunt. It was filthy and erotic.

“Pathetic” his words were cruel but he looked beyond pleased as he looked at your fucked out expression. Unable to even form words as he continued to bully your poor pussy. It was laughable to him, how sweet you are now, how obedient and submissive you’ve finally become. All that fight and control gone, and in its place you lay now.

He’d never tell you out loud how perfect you are. How absolutely precious he finds your attempts to run away from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

His training has been worth while, making you everything he wants and more. Though he’d hated the power you held over him, having you now, moaning as he drills your cunt and begging for more, takes away the shame. You were his weren’t you? Then anything he wanted to do was fine, it wasn’t shameful to fuck his toy. Especially when she whined and arched her back up to take him in even deeper, when she cried and came again around him.

Feitan saw you as much more than a measly pet. Those were replaceable. No, you were just his, whatever he wants you to be, but still his. That’s why when he wraps his hand around your pretty neck and squeezes, he’s beyond thrilled at how you relax. You throw caution to the wind and give him everything. He’s not cutting off oxygen, but enough blood flow and air to keep you light headed and disoriented.

“Who do you belong to?” He knows you can hardly tell up from down right now. He knows how good he’s fucking you. Reducing you to this beautiful mess of feeling only. He’s still him though, and it brings him only pleasure to add in another few painful smacks to your bruising thighs. “Answer slut” he asks again, being thrown for a power trip as you choke out, “You!” to him.

His balls tightening signal he’s close, and the thought alone is enough to amuse him.

“Going to cum inside.” His words don’t register immediately to you, he can tell, but it seems all reality isn’t gone from you when your eyes widen.

“I-I- pregnant! I’ll get-“ he cuts you off with a chuckle, hand squeezing your throat enough to shut you up as he savors the sounds of wet squelching echoing in tune with his thrusts.

“My personal cock sleeve doesn’t get to talk.” The struggle you put up is worthless, but entertaining as he really does cum inside you, a soft grunt his only indication of release and overwhelming pleasure. Emptying himself inside and filling you with him. Marking you, painting you inside, signally you belong to him in every way now.

You lay exhausted and sore in his bed, cold as the various liquids dry on your skin and Feitan leaves.

Where he goes it doesn’t matter. You let yourself lay for a little longer before deciding it’s best not to anger him by staying in his space. You move to sit up, wincing as your intimate areas ache, but pushing forward nonetheless to get cleaned up and change his sheets and any mess left behind.

You hate the hollow ache in your chest the most. You look at your thighs to see his cum leaking out of you, and a sliver of dread echoes in your mind that you truly could become pregnant. The possibilities too much for you to handle right now, as you shakily slide off the bed to stand on wobbly legs. He could be back any moment, and it’s best you get to work early. You work on removing the sheets, just as the bedroom door opens to reveal a fresh Feitan, his signature jacket in place as he holds a glass of water.

“What are you doing?” His question is asked in a slightly lower tone that usual, and you quickly freeze in place.

“I-I’m cleaning up…?” You don’t mean to sound hesitant, but this situation is new and will require months of careful inquisition to avoid punishment under his hand. You knew better than to continue any task without his go ahead though.

You stand in silence as he observes you with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Come here” his order is curt, and while it terrifies you, you are quick to stumble over to him despite still being naked and filthy. You hate how badly you must look, barely able to walk while he is up and about his usual day as if nothing even happened. To him maybe nothing did happen, this being just the same as making a sandwich, and you wished the thought didn’t hurt. Maybe this would just be a new pain to live with, and the sooner you accepted that, the better your pathetic existence would be.

You stand just before him, fingers twisting around each other as you stay with your head bowed to stare at his feet while you concentrated on staying upright despite how difficult it felt for your hips and legs to support you.

“Not hard enough?” His words confused you, as you peaked up beneath your lashes to look at him curiously.

“I-I don’t understand…”

“Didn’t fuck you hard enough?” You froze in shock and slight fear, because what did that mean? He fucked you too hard in your personal opinion, and your poor slit agreed.

“Y-you did though…?” You were unsure of what was happening, his gaze not giving anything away.

“Get back on the bed. I didn’t say I was done with you.” Your eyes widened, taking a moment too long to register what he said before his foot took a step closer to you and you scrambled back onto the sheet-less bed in a panic. He paused, observing you again, before tilting his head.

“Next time I’m done with you, don’t move” he’s undoing his pants again, and moving towards you.

“I’ll fuck you good this time.” His words menacing and mean, and you’re left with little wiggle room as he closes in.

It’s his job after all to clean you up and piece you back together, and if you can fix yourself when he’s done, he clearly didn’t a good job the first round.

Literally if you didn’t say that this was your first time writing smut I would not have noticed its really good

are you tired?

pairing: gojo Satoru x fem!reader / husband x wife

warning: smut, unprotected sex

wc: 1.3k

summary: your husband comes home after a long day at work, it is your duty as a wife to help him relax

"Welcome home, Satoru" You greet your husband at the door as he took off his shoes "You're home early" he walks towards you kissing your cheek "Hi baby" taking off his uniform and revealing a white button-up underneath. "you hungry? I made us dinner I'm almost done" he hums walking to the laundry room putting his jacket on the basket walking back to the kitchen "What are you making?" leaning on the counter "Grilled chicken" "It smells good" he compliments "of course it does, I'm the chef" smiling at your husband. once you're done you plate the meal while Gojo brings a jug of water and two cups to set on the dinner table.

"Satoru, are you tired?" glancing up from the food, you wait for him to finish his chewing "Why?" he asked "I'm just asking, do you want me to fill up the bath with hot water?" "yeah sure" "Okay" you get up from your seat "Wait you can set the bath later, finish your food first" Satoru held your wrist when you walk past him "Oh, don't worry about it I'm just gonna turn on the tap. will be back shortly" Gojo notices your pajamas a simple button-up and shorts pajamas set in pink.

so cute smiling to himself

after eating dinner satoru picks up the plates "No no no no, let me" taking the dishes from his hands "You go take a bath" you shoosh him. chuckling Satoru says his thank you and goes upstairs to the bathroom.

knock knock

satoru hums responding to the knocks on the bathroom door "can I come in?" you said from the other side of the door "Yeah" he answers

opening the door you see Satoru in the bathtub enjoying the hot bath you prepared him. you walk toward the bathtub putting your hands on his shoulder "Are you tired?" starting to move your fingers massaging his shoulder blades and neck "Why do you keep asking that?" feeling suspicious of his wife repeatedly asking "I don't know I'm just curious" massaging the knots on his body

"this is nice. why are you suddenly being nice to me?" he teases "what do you mean?" you ask tilting your head "you're never this nice to me! massaging me without me asking? what have you done to my wife" he jokes "Satoru! I don't know what you're talking about! I'm always nice!" sounds of laughter echoes throughout the bathroom. five minutes pass you stop massaging his shoulders

leaning to his ear and whispering "Can I join you?" Satoru just grins nodding his head and sitting up fixing his posture

he watches you as you turn around taking your pajamas off he admires your body as you fold the clothes neatly. you walk back towards the bathtub taking his hands as he helps you get in the tub.

straddling him under the water he rubs his finger on your thigh "Hi" Looking into his gorgeous eyes "Hi" You put your hands on his jaw caressing it softly watching him close his eyes in comfort.

tilting your head to the side you lean in closer to him chest to chest putting your face on his neck. he moves his hands up to your back dancing his fingers on the skin. kissing his neck he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding moving up to his jaw

"Is this okay?" you whisper to his ear

"It's more than okay"

You move down back to his neck going lower to his collar bones making a mark "y/n..." he moans

you start you move your hips feeling his cock growing harder you move your hands down his chest to his abs letting out a moan he put his fingers under your chin "Look at me, baby" he leans in putting your lips on his he pulls you in closer grinding your pussy on his dick you let out moan out his name "satoru- ungh..." he squeezes you ass pulling you impossibly closer he bites your lips and sucking on it "satoruu" "what's wrong baby?" he moves his lips you your cheeks "hmm?" he teases moving onto your jaw whispering "come on baby, use your words he lift you up slightly so your tits are over the water his mouth going lower and lower sucking on your chest one of his hand supporting you on your lower back while the other is moving up to one of your tits holding it in the palm of his hand

" so perfect, just for me" his mouth found your nipple sucking on it "satoruuu" you moan out his name louder moving your hands onto his hair holding him closer to your chest

he pulls back staring at you in awe "all this for me?" he ask rubbing circles on your hips "hm?" waiting for your response, you cant help but feel shy under his gaze so, you just nods "words, y/n" he said sternly "yes, just for you, 'toru" you lean into him giving him a peck on his lips "touch yourself for me" one of your hands is holding onto his shoulder for support while the other one moving down to your body. you rub your clit tilting your head back letting out short breaths while he watches you. "eyes on me" you move your head leaning and he puts his forehead against yours. you feel yourself feel closer moaning out his name "stop" he pulls your hand away from your cunt resting it on his shoulder "enjoying yourself?" he chuckles when you fall onto his chest "please just fuck me already" you whine "as you wish" kissing you once more

you both stays connected for a while "are you tired?" he ask repeating the questions you've been asking him since he got home you slaps his chest lightly smiling at the man before you he pulls out his dick from your cunt letting out a hiss

he lines up his cock with your entrance "Ready?" you nod against his neck you both let out a sigh of relief. he moves your hips up and down slowly with you like a mess moaning his name in his ears. feeling impatient you start to move your body faster "Hmmph.. so full" you whimpers sounding like music to his ears "Yeah?" his hands start moving to your cunt rubbing his thumbs on your clit "So tight" he praise

"My baby so perfect just for me" hearing his praise make you reach your orgasm faster "you close baby?" you nod

"I'm gonna cum" you warn him "cum on me baby, cum on my cock" you moan out his name as you reach your climax "satoruuu" your body went limp on top of him "it's okay baby, I got you" you feel him moving his cock inside you you squeeze his cock "fuck, don't squeeze me like that" trying your best to move with him "so tight, made just for me" nodding on his neck agreeing to his statement. you feel him pulling out, and you let out a whine "Don't, just cum in me please" Seeing you like that pleading for his cum was the last straw for him. "fuck, baby I'm close. just a little longer, yeah?"

feeling overstimulated by his cock you feel getting yourself closer to another orgasm

" one more baby, do you have one more for me?" you squeeze his cock with your pussy you can only nod "Hmm? Answer me." moving more roughly "yes! Satoru! so deep!" he squeeze your hips you feel yourself reach your orgasm screaming his name. he stops his movement as he reached his peaking painting your walls white with his cum calling our your name.

he slaps your ass "Let's get up and get ready for bed" Standing up and getting out of the tub gets a towel to dry himself off. he looks at you still sitting on the tub with your arms in the air waiting for him to lift you up "I'm tired" you pout he chuckles "what a baby" lifting you up from the bathtub and giving you another towel.

this is the first time I've ever written smut lol

When I read Gojo’s I thought Barbie and Ken 🤣

⌗︙・jjk characters with a bimbo gf ⸜⸜・

✿ gojo, geto, nanami

gojo

he's a himbo himself so you're like dumb and dummer. he loves to pay for your nails. there's nothing more he loves more when you do your nails in pretty pink color... and the scars they leave on his back. he's there for you everytime you want to show him a new outfit. he's going to sit all man spread on his chair while you show him your new dress that is a little bit too short. and he doesn't care, he's gonna stare at your ass unashamedly. always carries all of your bags when you go shopping, he wants to show that he guys his sweet little thing a lot of outfits and that he has money for it. always takes pictures of you whenever you go.

"lean down a bit more." he says, getting a perfect view of your tits.

he is so down when you suggest getting matching clothes. his name on your chest in sparkly pink writing? he's all for it. i feel like he would love when you wear glitter for some reason.

geto

he's going all sugar daddy mode. he adores when you do your makeup, hair and nails all good. he usually wears black so your cute little pink outfits match with him amazingly. he's always there to explain things to your dumb little brain. he won't ever admit it but he loves being the smart one in the relationship. he always sit you on his lap whenever he has meeting with his worshipers. they all can see up your tiny little skirt but they know that geto would murder them if they got even 5 meters close to you. as protective as he is, he never judges you for your outfit choices. if your tits are on display? he's gonna fondle them and tell you they sit nice. if your panties are on display? he's gonna smack your butt and tell you to flaunt it some more.

nanami

nobody understands how you two got together but it somehow happened. actually seeing you two walk hand in hand is a bit comical. he thinks you look absolutely amazing all the time and he loves giving you money for more things. he would even sit with you while you're in a nail salon to watch how are your 500$ nails made.

you love bringing him food to his office and he totally hates it. he's used to finding nails and glitter everywhere at this point but explaining to his boss why he has pink lip gloss on his face is sometimes too much for him.

he always nips about you not dressing enough.

"a hoe never gets cold"

"yeah but you're not a hoe, i can see you shivering."

⬆️This is me reading this

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink

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“I want to have another baby.” Is the odd request that leaves your lips when you finally see your husband after he comes home. Toji furrows his brows, looking at you utterly confused. For the past year you’ve been telling him that the last thing you want is a baby. Taking care of the kids you have is more than enough. 

“Where did that come from?” Toji asks and you shrug. You walk over to him, your hands going to the back of his neck. You kiss him and give him a sweet smile before you respond,

“Don’t you want a baby? Just think about how cute they are.” You have to convince him. Your baby fever is at an all time high. Although you always get him to do whatever you want– But Toji did tell you that he also doesn’t want any more kids.

“You know what a baby means, right?” He tries to remind you, and while pregnancy and childbirth and almost anything that comes after that is hell, that isn’t registering in your mind. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, and you bring your lips up to his ear. You kiss the shell of his ear before whispering,

“Lots of sex. Baby making and then satisfying your pregnant wife.” And he can’t argue with that. Neither with the bulge that’s in his pants. He can’t argue with the following weeks when he fucks you senseless every single night.

Toji likes to start off slow. He kisses all over your body. He worships your body. Especially when he’s fully inside you. “You’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant with my baby.”

He looks down at you, so much lust in his eyes. You look so beautiful while under him, taking every inch of his cock. He loves the position that you’re in, your legs on top of his shoulders which allow him to reach so deep. God, he fucking loves this. 

“So fucking tight, even after fucking you so much-” Toji hisses. The man just adores the feeling of your cunt. He’s the luckiest man in the world to have this– And he fucking loves the fact that you’re letting him get your pregnant. The sound of skin slapping intensifies as his thrusts speed up.

He’s gotten to know your body more than you do. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as he pounds into you. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He smirks as he looks down at you, your face contorted with pleasure, moans leaving your lips. You look beyond beautiful, he can’t wait till you’re filled up with his cum.

“You wanna carry my baby?” His voice is deep while his hand goes to your breasts. He begins to play with your nipple. “Your tits are going to be filled with milk. You gonna let me have some, right?”

“Oh, Toji!” You moan. It’s the only thing that you say during the night. The neighbors can hear how your husband fucks a baby into you, and Toji couldn’t be happier. And that won’t be the only proof that you’re his and only his- The baby that you’ll carry will also show them all that you belong to him. God, he’s so possessive and jealous.

“So good, Toji-” Your voice is so loud. His hand begins to play with your clit, and you’re squeezing around Toji’s cock.

“You gonna make me a daddy again?” He asks. There’s no response as you bite your bottom lip, a moment of clarity that you’re being so loud. His hand wraps around your throat and he squeezes before he repeats the question.

“Yes! I’ll make you a daddy!” You yell. Toji’s thrusts speed up, and he goes back to playing with your clit. You’re creaming around his cock, and he fucking loves it. You’ve been having the best sex ever since you asked him to try for a baby. For some reason your cunt gives him so much more pleasure.

“Can’t wait to see you all big and round with my baby. Gonna fuck you everyday.” Toji rambles. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs, which makes you moan louder. “Gonna give you every last drop of my cum, and you’re going to be such a good wife and give me lots of babies, right?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You chant. He begins to moan, his thrusts getting sloppy, and you know that he’s near his release.

“Gonna knock you up. You’re going to look so beautiful.” He’s groaning. You’re making him feel so good as you squeeze around his cock. He closes his eyes as he stumbles over his words, “You’re going to be all swollen while pregnant with my baby.”

You have to close your eyes, your back arching while you get louder and louder. Your legs shake as you come around his cock. The man bites his bottom lip as he tries not to come so soon. He wants to stay buried inside you, but he can’t be inside you forever even if he wants to be.

“Fuck-” He mutters. He throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he releases his seed inside you. Your cunt milks him for every drop of his cum, and it feels like so much. Because it is a lot. Toji always comes so much and his cum is always so thick. And for some odd reason, lately it feels like he’s coming more than before.

He pulls out his cock and takes your legs off his shoulders. The man catches his breath for a couple of seconds before he begins to kiss your lower abdomen. He kisses all over your stomach, his eyes looking up at your fucked out face.

“That for sure was it. You’re definitely pregnant.”

Damn…. This man is quite obsessed and I want him irl anyways idc

Dangerous Desires (iii) - Captain

had to dial it back cause my last post got struck. mad lame. 

Pt. one    Pt. Two

Summary: You get called into the Hokage’s quarters terrified of whats to come. You should be, it’s Kakashi’s supervision. 

18+ MDNI !!!!!!!

Warnings: POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!! AFAB reader x Kakashi, Stalker!Kakashi, Dark!Kakashi, Perv!Kakashi, pet names, angst, cream pie (DONT.BE.STUPID), unprotected PiV (dont.be.stupid), improper use of a shadow clone, MFM threeway, oral (M recieving), canon typical violence/small mention of blood, dubcon, power dynamics, little proofreading (Im very tired) lmk if I missed anything! 

Word Count: 7.8K 

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Omg this man’s an asshole I love him~

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬

Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 1] Vacationing

Story Mastelist

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Oral Sex (f. and m. receiving), Masturbation, Facial, Squirting, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Slapping, Spitting, Vaginal Sex, Degrading, Praising, Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink, Toji is a broke gold digger but hot

*I've been working on this for over a week, so I hope you enjoy

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A week by the beach is all you need. Enjoying the dazzling sun on your skin, the sound of the waves as they hit the shore, and the smell of the ocean. After overworking yourself for the year, you finally have seven days to relax and do nothing but whatever your heart desires. You’ve been looking forward to this vacation for so long, and you can barely believe it’s finally happening when you’re checking into the hotel. You don’t believe it as you unpack either. 

You finally begin to believe it when you’re at the beach. The sun hits your skin and while you’re usually not happy with the feeling, it’s different while you’re here. It’s the best feeling in the world. You’re staring at the ocean, just admiring the vast blue that extends through the surface. Your hand then reaches for the book that you brought in your bag, and you open it to the bookmark.

You were thinking about this for months. Just reading by the beach– Read a couple of chapters before you get into the water. You can do whatever the hell you want for the next week and it won’t matter, so if you decide to read or not read at all, it won’t matter in the end. That’s what you love so much about vacationing especially while you’re alone, you can do whatever the hell you want and nobody will care. For the next week, you can do nothing and nobody will care. 

The book doesn’t seem all that interesting now though. You have no idea why, but you can’t focus on it now. Maybe you just need to get into the water first. You close the book and put it back into the bag. You begin to walk to the water, putting your sunglasses on. You get to the water, loving the feeling of sand and water between your toes. You get deeper into the water and stop until you’re not able to stand any longer.

You look around, seeing that you have the beach to yourself. There were a couple of people before, but they seem to have left; it’s not the ideal weather for the beach, not because it’s cloudy but because it’s cold. Children are still in school, and frankly no one in their right mind will come to the beach in this weather. Canceling work and school isn’t worth it. And you love their mindset because even if the water is cold, the sun warms you up. You have the beach all to yourself– That’s what you think until your eyes find someone else in the water. 

He’s at a distance so you don’t really get a good look at him, but he’s also getting into the water. You keep looking his way for a moment, trying to figure out if he’s alone, and it seems as if you two are the only ones at the beach. For a moment you think about approaching him, but then you think about how you’re trying to enjoy your time alone and the man probably is trying to do the same.

You swim around for a couple of minutes before you go back to the shore, you dry yourself off with your towel and then try to go back to reading. Your eyes just can’t seem to focus, just looking at the other person that’s there with you. Maybe you wouldn’t care if there were a couple other people, but he’s the only one that’s there with you.

Destiny and soulmates is a concept that you’ve always found moronic; you’ve never been much of a hopeless romantic, however, you don’t understand why you’re thinking about that right now. The book ends up closed again, and back in the bag. You walk over to him to introduce yourself, you’re not quite sure what you’ll say or do. You just know that the moment you look at him up close, you’ll find him unattractive and then get the stupid thoughts out of your head. You know that if you don’t get these foolish thoughts out of your head, you’ll end up thinking about this for months.

As you walk over towards him, you watch him walk back to the shore. Every step you take fills you up with fear, and you want to turn around and go back, try to read the book that you can’t seem to focus on. You take off your sunglasses and put on a smile as you get closer to him. The man notices you, and he stops walking.

Hoping that he was unattractive clearly didn’t work because the man that stands in front of you is just your type. Black hair, green eyes, tall, strong. His most noticeable feature is the scar that’s on the right corner of his lips. He’s dripping wet, and if you keep staring he won’t be the only one. He furrows his eyebrows as he stares you down, “Can I help you?”

“No… I mean, yeah. I saw that you were alone and–” You begin, and while you’re usually so confident, as you stand in front of him, your confidence is completely gone. He rolls his eyes and cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

“And? You’re here to ruin that?” He gives you attitude, and you feel your face get warm of embarrassment. You wish the Earth would swallow you whole, and the worst thing is that you don’t even say anything. He ends up walking away. It’s as if you’ve been planted into the sand, and you can’t move. You stand in the sand for a minute before you end up walking away, back to your spot.

You grab the book again after you failed miserably, and you still can’t focus.

When you get back to the hotel, you take a shower before changing to go out to dinner. You can take as long as you like, no one is waiting for you and you have time before your reservation. You dress up nicely, and put on some light makeup. Although you’re having dinner alone, you try your best to look pretty for yourself.

You’re in the restaurant just in time, looking at the varied menu and trying to decide what you’ll eat. Your eyes are so focused on the menu, that you fail to notice how the waiter walks by, but he isn’t alone. A manly voice causes you to look up, “Yes, I’m with her.”

You furrow your brows, until you notice the well dressed man that’s next to the waiter and it’s the same man from the beach. He’s dressed appropriately for this environment, a white button down shirt with black slacks– Nothing too extraordinary but you really can’t expect much from a man. A mischievous smirk comes to your lips as you’re about to tell the waiter that this man isn’t with you, but he takes a seat across from you at the table before you’re able to tell the waiter that he isn’t with you. The waiter stands there and asks, “Is he with you, ma’am?”

“We are together, right, honey?” The man across from you speaks so endearingly, and you end up sighing before nodding to the waiter. This is better than having dinner alone. The waiter ends up giving the man the menu before walking away. You keep looking at the menu, and you sit in silence for a minute before you open your mouth to speak,

“Why are you here? To ruin my peace?” You give him the same attitude that he gave you at the beach. You look up from the menu to see his pursed lips as he looks around the place. He doesn’t say anything to you, making you click your tongue. “What’s your name anyway?”

“Toji.” He answers. You close the menu, setting it down on the table. You put your elbows on the table and rest your head between your hands. You look at him, and he looks back at you with furrowed brows because he’s unsure of what you’re doing. You then introduce yourself, telling him your first name.

“Why did you join me?” You ask him and he shrugs. “I’ll call the waiter.”

“Just wanted to eat here and forgot that you needed a reservation.” He’s quick to speak. “It’s my last night here so… I saw the pretty girl from the beach and decided she could do me a favor.”

“Pretty girl from the beach? The same one that you gave so much attitude to?” You respond, and for some odd reason he ends up chuckling. “I expect you to at least pay your half of the bill.”

“I’ll pay it all if it makes you happy.” He tells you, motioning for the waiter to come over. You try to read him but you can’t. You’re usually great at reading people but the man in front of you is indecipherable. You can’t help but accept since after all, it’s because of your reservation that he’ll be eating. When the waiter is at your table, Toji orders, “Bring me the best bottle of… One of your fancy wines, for my lady.”

“A merlot, please. Just one you recommend, nothing expensive.” You end up telling the waiter, and he nods in response. You open the menu and your eyes begin to scan the items, once again. Everything in the menu looks so good that picking one item is difficult. You then ask, “Is everything on the table? Or do you have a budget?”

“Get whatever you want.” Toji tells you. Although you were already going to get whatever you wanted. He adds, “Order multiple things if you can’t decide.”

“Aren’t you kind?” You respond. You do see a couple of things that catch your eye, but you’ll just order one of the many options because you aren’t too hungry, plus you don’t want to take advantage of him. “What are you thinking of ordering?”

“Hmm… How about the steak?” He comments, and you furrow your brows. You look at the selection of steaks and respond,

“Which one?” And he ends up shrugging. You end up recommending one to him and he ends up nodding in response. The waiter comes back with your bottle, unscrewing it and handing Toji the cork. The man doesn’t know what to do with it so he just sets it down on the table. The waiter fills your wine glasses and then takes your orders– And to your surprise, Toji orders multiple dishes.

You bring your glass up to your lips and take a small sip before you ask Toji, “So what do you do? I mean, you do know the food here is pretty expensive.”

“And? What does that have to do with anything?” His voice hints at his annoyance, and you aren’t exactly sure how to respond. You open and close your mouth a couple of times as you gather which words to use. You awkwardly smile.

“I’m just asking because you seem to earn a lot of money, since you are paying for this dinner and you ordered quite a lot of things.” You tell him. “Well… If you don’t want to share, that’s fine.”

“What do you do?” He asks in response. You deem it unfair since he doesn’t give you an answer, but you still give him an answer.

“I’m an account manager.”

“Ah, so you’re a smart woman.” Toji replies, and for some reason your face gets warm. You’re not often told that you’re smart, so you’re caught off guard by the compliment. You smile at him. “So you make good money? I mean, this place isn’t cheap.”

“I can say the same thing about you.” You say. You intend to change the topic since you don’t want to keep talking about you and your job when he avoids answering the same question. You think of what to ask since you dread sitting in silence– You choose to go with the basics because apart from his name, you know nothing. You don’t really have to get to know him but it’d be nice, especially since he's buying you dinner.  “How old are you?”

“Didn’t your parents teach you that asking a gentleman his age is rude?” He responds, and you end up rolling your eyes. You watch him grab the bottle of wine and fill up his glass again, and you hadn’t noticed how he drank it all so fast. He nearly fills it to the brim, nearly emptying the bottle. When he puts the bottle down he asks, “How about you? How old are you?”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair how you’re not answering but you expect me to answer the same questions?” You tell him, and he ends up shrugging.

“If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine.” He looks completely unbothered. “I don’t itch for answers. A little mystery is fun anyway.”

“Hmm…? Is that why you won’t tell me anything about you?” You question, and he shrugs again. You take a sip from your glass, your eyes glued to him; you feel that if you take your eyes off him for a minute, something will happen. You’re not sure if it's good or bad, but you don’t want to risk anything bad.

“You’ve only asked two questions.” Toji points out. Your middle and index finger tap against the table cloth, your gaze focused on him as you think of what question to ask next.

“Alright then–” You open your mouth but quickly shut it. You do so a couple of times before you finally come up with a question, “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Inglourious Basterds.” He finally answers a question, which leaves you satisfied. You’ve never heard of the movie though, so you can’t exactly judge him based on that alone. “See, I answered a question so don’t accuse me of not telling you a single detail about me.”

“I guess.” You say before a chuckle leaves your lips. You hear his stomach growl, and you hold back on laughing. It’s nothing funny but for some reason today that’s not the case. “No wonder you ordered so much.”

“Yeah…” He responds. He continues sipping on the wine, and you notice how he’s nearly drunk the whole bottle, which makes you conclude that he likes the wine.

“Did you like the wine? Want to order another bottle?” You suggest, and he ends up shaking his head– You assume that it’s for the second question because he seems to be liking the beverage just fine. As you think of what else to ask, the food gets to your table.

You have nothing else to ask anyway, so you’re glad that the food is in front of you because you don’t have to fill up the awkward silence. You quietly eat, and you watch as he devours the food, demonstrating his hunger.  You almost tell him to slow down to not choke, but you stay quiet. 

“Will you have enough room for dessert?” You ask him, and he raises his brows. He finishes chewing the food that he has in his mouth and grabs his glass, drinking so the liquid helps him wash down the food. He shakes his head and clears his throat before speaking,

“Not planning on dessert. I don’t care for sweet shit.” He informs you. While you usually order dessert, this time you’ll opt out because he’s paying and you don’t want him to pay more for that. You can eat something sweet tomorrow, and more during the week. “You can order some dessert if you’d like.”

“Not really craving anything, thank you.” You sheepishly smile. Your mouth was watering at the dessert options earlier, but you don’t want him to pay more than he has to. This isn’t a date.

You watch as he pats his pockets, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing, knowing what’s about to happen. You tilt your head to the side before irritatedly asking, “Let me guess? You left your wallet?”

“You won’t believe it…” He answers, and you roll your eyes. Of course. You should’ve known– It’s a good thing that what you ordered wasn’t too expensive, however his share… It’s a good thing that you can pay for it all. Although it’s way costlier than what you had planned. “I can pay you back at the hotel.”

“Are we staying in the same hotel?” You ask him, and he tells you the name of the hotel that he’s staying at, which happens to be the same one that you’re staying in. You end up agreeing, “You can pay me your half of the dinner.”

“Alright… Did you come here in a taxi? I can take us back to the hotel.” He offers, and you cross your arms. You look him up and down, and while you were thinking about how handsome he looks, you find him less handsome every second. You would’ve been alright with paying for dinner in the very beginning, but the excuse that he lost his wallet makes you disenchanted by the man. 

“What? Like in a taxi? Do I need to remind you that you don’t have your wallet?” You respond, and he shakes his head.

“I rented a car, so you don’t have to worry about a taxi fare.” He assures you, however, you’re still hesitant about accepting. Having dinner with a stranger is one thing, getting into his car and letting him drive you back to your hotel is another. You know nothing about Toji and every important question about his personality went unanswered. You have no idea what his job is.

“It’s not smart for me to say yes to that.” You confess, and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“What’s the difference between me and a taxi? You don’t know a cab driver, at least you got to have dinner with me. Plus you don’t have to pay me.” He tells you, and while he does have a point, that’s their job. Toji taking you back to the hotel isn’t his job– That you know of. Additionally, you’re not sure if he’s in the right state to drive considering that he’s drunk nearly a whole bottle of wine by himself. He does look unaffected by it though.

“Yeah, it’d be unfair if I had to pay you after I paid for your dinner.” You point out, and he ends up chuckling. You got him there. You think of what to do, and as you do that, the waiter comes to your table and asks,

“Can I interest you in some dessert?” And you shake your head in response. Even though you can get the dessert, you’re already too scared to see the check. He looks at the table, and no food is left so he doesn’t have to offer any boxes. “I’ll be right back with the check.”

“So… What do you think? Do you want to go back to the hotel with me?” Toji asks, and you cross your arms. You bite your bottom lip, and really think about the benefits of going back to the hotel with him, and then the possible consequences. The consequences outweigh the benefits, and you’re about to turn down the offer until the check is placed on the table. You grab to see the cost, and it’s three times more expensive than what you had planned. You’re lucky that you can pay for it but you hate that you have to pay for it. You look at each item that was ordered and the cost, and everything is so ridiculously expensive. It seems the waiter didn’t listen to you when you said not to bring the most expensive bottle of merlot because the price of the bottle is certainly very pricey; worst of all, you can’t insist that the bottle wasn’t to your liking or anything along those lines because the man across from you nearly drank it all.

“Yeah.” You end up sighing. You might as well save money for the ride. You open your purse and get out your wallet. You look for the card that you’re going to pay with, and you feel as he watches you look through your many cards to pick one to pay. “I really hope that you’ll pay me back.”

“Of course I will, gorgeous. I’m a man of my word.” He says as you pick the card. You roll your eyes at the nickname, even if a few minutes ago you would’ve melted over it. Toji is just your type, and maybe if he had used the nickname a few minutes earlier, you would’ve happily paid for dinner and would have gladly accepted the ride back home. He didn’t play his cards right.

“I hope you are.”

You pay, you sign the receipt and then you leave the restaurant with him. Your opinion of him slightly changes, and your opinion begins to shit… Maybe he can actually pay you completely back. He rented a sports car that you assume cost a fortune per day. Either he actually has money and truly forgot his wallet, or he’s reckless with his money. You were starting to be disappointed by him, thinking the worst of him, but now the negative thoughts about him are leaving just by looking at his car. And now instead of thinking the worst of him, you’re starting to think positively. 

The fact that your opinion changes just because of the car he chose to rent makes you feel shallow. It should be an indicator that he’s irresponsible with his money, but you’re not looking at it like that. And he doesn’t give you the chance to judge him because he opens the door to the shiny red convertible. You smile at him, “Thank you.”

He wastes no time in getting in the driver’s seat and leaving back to the hotel. Although he usually chooses to be quiet in car rides, he can’t choose that right now. He wonders what to say first, he has to flatter you but he can’t make it obvious what he’s trying to do. He clears his throat before asking, “Why did you choose your job? I mean, I’d expect you to choose something else.”

“Something else? Like what?” You question, wondering what he means by it. You wonder what kind of profession he thought you were in– You wonder what kind of vibes you give off.

“Hmm… In my experience, pretty girls aren’t smart. I thought you were going to be like a… Uh.. Upcoming actress or a model of sorts.” He answers, and you smile like an idiot, flattered by his words. Toji isn’t exactly a charming man, but his looks make up for anything that he does wrong. 

“I think anyone can do my job.” You end up replying. You clear your throat before you tell him, “Thank you though.”

“Are you staying here for long?” He then asks, and unlike in the restaurant, he’s talkative. It should be a sign but you don’t look at it like that.

“For a week. Finally getting some time off after what feels like forever.” You awkwardly laugh after your response. “How about you? For how long did you stay?”

“Just a couple days.” He shares. His last night here is your first, and had you known that, you wouldn’t have tried to go up to him at the beach. Maybe that would’ve also avoided the whole situation at the restaurant.

“Are you here for business? Or just vacationing?” You ask him. He won’t give you the answer to what his job is but maybe his answer will give you an idea of what his job is.

“Business.” He answers but he doesn’t say anything after. He doesn’t care to elaborate and you’re not going to push him about it, assuming that he’ll give you the same response that he gave you in the restaurant. He does seem more talkative now, so you expected more from his answer. “I don’t think I told you how beautiful you look. That color compliments your skin.”

“Thank you…” You know what he’s trying to do but you push the thought to the back of your head and allow yourself to be wooed by the man. It’s only working because Toji looks like the perfect man. Your eyes search for a wedding ring, simply out of curiosity, and maybe because you want something else to happen when you get back to the hotel. His ring finger is bare, but you still ask, “I’m assuming that you’re single because of all the compliments.”

“Even if I wasn’t, you should know how pretty you look.” He responds, and you stare at his side profile while he drives. His eyes focused on the road ahead of him, not really wanting to risk an accident happening in an area that he’s unfamiliar with. You take in every detail, and you can’t believe that even his side profile looks perfect. 

In your mind, you begin a guessing game of his age. He could be in his late twenties, but he could also be in his late forties. You almost feel ashamed to ask for his age again, but when you remember that you paid for dinner, the shame goes away and you once again ask, “How old are you?”

“I’ll tell you that I’m in my thirties.” He answers. He’s definitely older than you by a couple of years– Could be four or could be thirteen. He proceeds to ask the question back to you, and you don’t respond. You smile before saying,

“Didn’t they tell you not to ask a lady her age?” And it causes him to chuckle. 

“Look who doesn’t want to answer questions now.” He points out. You continue conversing, his occasional flirting making you feel butterflies. You fail to notice that you’re in the parking lot of the hotel until he tells you, “I don’t want to go inside yet.”

“Hmm…?” You look around to find that you’re in the parking lot. You got lost in conversation, and you find it funny that after barely talking in the restaurant, he talked to you on the ride back to the hotel. There’s a voice in the back of your head that’s telling you his exact plan, but you’re ignoring it. Maybe he just needed a little to drink to loosen up and start talking. “We can continue chatting inside…”

“You’re right. So I can pay you back.” He says, and you nod in response. You exit the car, and he walks with you to the hotel. You get to the elevator, and he clicks on the floor of his room. You don’t really say a word, you just smile at each other, and he steps closer to you. His lips meet your soft ones in a short kiss. There’s a smirk on his face when he pulls away, and you bring your lips up to his again. You repeat the action a couple of times until the elevator doors open.

When you’re finally on the floor of his room, his hand goes to the small of your back as he guides you to the room. As he opens the door he makes sure you know, “It’s not really organized, so don’t be surprised.”

“It’s fine.” You assure him as you walk into the room. Before you get to actually look around in the room, he spins you around, his lips going down to meet yours. You want to act surprised, but you came here for this. If you had come just for the money, you would’ve waited outside. You both know that you aren’t here to talk.

His tongue enters your mouth, pressing against your own. Your hands go up his chest to meet behind his neck, while you’re stepping closer to the bed. When you’re at the edge of the bed, you finally stop moving. You pull away from the kiss, your fingers unbuttoning his white shirt. You’re missing buttons since you do so hurriedly. It’s getting frustrating for both of you until you finally rip open the shirt, some buttons flying off. Your hands then go down to his belt. You unbuckle it and push his pants down before getting on your knees. 

You smile, looking up at him as you pull down his boxers. You lick your lips as you look at his length. Your eyes go back to his face while your lips begin to kiss along his shaft. He’s watching you attentively as you tease him. With every kiss he grows more and more impatient.

Your tongue finally licks up from the base of his cock up to the tip. Your tongue begins to circle around the tip, his precum getting on your tongue. You’re watching him intently as he bites down his bottom lip. Your mouth finally wraps around his cock, taking as much as you can.

He finally lets out a low groan as he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock. Earlier today he knew that he’d end the night with someone, but he didn’t think it was going to be the woman that he met at the beach. It’s a good thing that you’re pretty, and it’s a better thing that your mouth feels so fucking good– Not to even mention that you paid for his very expensive dinner. Your hands go up to stroke the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth.

“Oh, fuck–” He moans in pleasure as you bob your head. You look at how he shuts his eyes and throws his head back. You stop stroking his cock, and your mouth fully takes every inch in your mouth, even when you gag. He moans again, and your hands ride up your dress to push your panties to the side and play with yourself. And while Toji isn’t a man to give many praises, he can’t shut his mouth tonight, “Your mouth feels so fucking good–”

Your fingers run through your folds, and you get them wet enough before you begin to play with your clit. Just hearing the subtle noises that he tries to suppress drives you wild, but it’s getting harder for him to contain himself but your mouth just feels so good especially when you take every inch in your mouth. Your eyes well up with tears, and you finally take your mouth off his cock when you need to take a breath. 

Your free hand strokes his cock a couple of times before your mouth wraps around it again. You’re moaning around his cock as you touch yourself. Toji doesn’t notice that you’re toying with your pussy until now, finally looking down at you to find what you’re doing and it’s almost enough to make him come. 

“Oh, you're really enjoying this, huh? You like sucking my cock?” Toji asks, and he grabs the back of your head and pulls your head back. A string of saliva connects your lips to his cock. Your makeup is already ruined, and Toji loves that. He smirks, “I’m not a nice guy, sweetheart.”

“What?” You respond. His hand goes to his cock and he begins to stroke his cock.

“Just play with yourself, alright?” He orders, and you do as he says. Your fingers continue playing with your clit, then they move  through your folds and you make sure your index and middle finger are wet enough before you push them inside of you. You watch as he fucks his fist, his eyes looking down at you and watching as you touch yourself. And he makes sure to comment on how good you look, “Oh God, you’re so pretty. You’re a pretty little slut.”

You exaggerate your moans as you play with yourself. Your thumb swipes over your clit repeatedly, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. He has to bite down his lip since you’re loud enough for him as well. God, you look so fucking pretty as you finger yourself, and he’s glad that he’s ending his night and his time here with you. He holds his breath for a moment before he orders you to, “Stick your tongue out.”

You do as he says, sticking it as far out as you can and shutting your eyes. You take your fingers out and stop playing with yourself. He mutters a “fuck” before his cum coats your face. Barely any lands on your tongue, most of it going to other areas of your face, mostly landing on your lids. It’ss so much fucking cum. He hands you something and tells you, “Wipe your face.”

You swallow the bit of cum that’s on your tongue while you wipe the rest of his semen with the cloth that he handed you. When you open your eyes, you see that he gave you his white button-down shirt to clean your face up, which makes you chuckle. 

He helps you up from the floor before his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roam around your body, looking for the zipper of your dress. Once he finds it, he doesn’t waste any time in unzipping it and letting your dress fall to the floor. 

His lips then go to your neck, kissing and leaving marks on the flesh of the area. He gets to your breasts and his hand reaches behind to unclasp your bra, and once he slides it off, his mouth wraps around your nipple. He doesn’t focus too much on it, kissing between your breasts to then wrap around the other nipple. His fingers pinch your other nipple, and you bite down your lip and you throw your head back. 

He grabs your throat and his lips land on yours again. There’s so much of you to kiss but he only has a pair of lips. When he pulls away again, he pushes you onto the bed. He gets on the floor and spreads your legs apart. He begins by kissing your cunt then licking up your folds. His tongue then focuses on your clit.

Two fingers begin to tease your entrance. You’re looking down at his hair while he eats you out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you grip when he finally inserts his thick fingers inside of you. Your fingers really can’t compare to his. 

Toji begins to hum, telling you how he’s enjoying this. He fucking loves the taste that’s on his tongue, and he’s glad that of all people he could’ve picked, he chose you. He doubts he would’ve had this much fun with someone else… He doubts any other foolish woman would’ve paid for his half of the dinner.

He curves his fingers, and it feels like he knows your body. As if he touches it every night– The pads of his fingers press against your sweet spot, and it causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. 

“Oh, Toji, it’s so good.” You moan. His free hand goes up to your thigh and his nails dig into your skin as you moan his name. It doesn’t take too long for your orgasm to build up, that pressure builds up on your lower abdomen.

He sucks on your clit, and as he hears how you get louder and he detaches himself from your cunt. He looks up at you, watching you succumb to please. His thumb plays with your clit while he comments, “Your pussy tastes so fucking good. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Hmmm… Toji…” He watches your chest as your breathing gets heavy. 

“You look so pretty.” He can’t help but say. His eyes are glued to your face, watching every single one of your expressions. God, he’s so focused that he nearly misses your orgasm– But he’s so thankful he doesn’t as liquid gushes out of you. His eyes light up and a smirk comes to his face. “Oh you nasty slut. You’re a fucking squirter.”

You feel your face get warm of embarrassment, and when you’re about to tell him that you aren’t since it’s the first time it happens, he takes his fingers out and slaps your cunt twice and you’re more embarrassed since you loudly moan. He slaps your cunt a couple more times, much gentler each time but you give him a louder reaction each time. He finally gets up from the floor, his hand going to your face, squishing your cheeks beforehis lips meet yours again in a rough kiss. When he pulls away, he orders you to, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You do as he says and stick your tongue out once again. He brings his lips together and he spits in your mouth, and you’re completely grossed out but when you think about how his dick was in your mouth and you swallowed his cum, it doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow his spit and then smile at him. He squeezes your face and then says, “Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Hmmm… Thank you.” You respond. “You’re not too bad yourself, Toji.”

“I need you to turn around and bend over.” Toji says, and you don’t waste a second. Your upper body presses against the bed while your ass is up in the air. Toji smacks your ass before he grabs his cock and strokes it a couple of times. You feel the tip run through your folds. Your hands grip the bed sheets as he pushes his dick into you. He does so slowly, and when he bottoms out, he gives you a minute to adjust to his size. 

Toji has to get adjusted to the way you feel around him… So warm… So tight– Fucking perfect. His hands go to your hips, his nails digging into your skin. He begins to move, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You didn’t think he’d feel this good inside you. He has just the perfect size too. You feel as his hand strikes against your ass a couple of times, causing you to moan with each slap.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He says through gritted teeth. He’s gotten around, and he’s never felt so good before. Maybe it’s because it’s what he has at his hands and he doesn’t remember the last time he was with someone else. He mutters under his breath, “Fuck… Such a good little cunt.”

“It’s so good, Toji!” You’re much louder than he is, but you can’t control yourself. His cock hits all the right spots, and your head is buried into the mattress. You’re not the type of woman that usually does this, but you’re glad you’re doing it. He fits perfectly inside of you, and you’re in cloud nine with each of his movements.

Your hand goes under to play with your clit as you keep moaning his name over and over again. He’s making your body feel so fucking good, and it’s the same for him. You’re making a mess all over his cock, and he’s loving it, “You’re a nasty slut.”

When you slightly raise your head his arm reaches over, his finger hooking under your cheek and pulling and it drives you wild. Toji’s thrusts keep picking up speed, and you’re meeting his thrusts half way. Your walls tighten around him, and it takes everything in him to not lose control. “God, I love your sweet little pussy.”

“Oh god–” You’re practically yelling and he takes his finger out of your mouth. You keep your head pressed against the mattress. His name comes muffled coming from your lips as the mattress drowns them out. You finally reach your climax, your legs quivering and thankfully Toji holds on to you so you don’t tumble over. 

He keeps cursing over and over again, the man is nearly out of breath. His thrusts get sloppy. You feel so nice around him… He really wants to stay buried deep inside your pussy; he just wants to fill you up with his cum because one thing that Toji loves is a creampie. 

Just as he’s about to come, he pulls out and finishes on your ass, a loud groan leaving his lips. Before he throws himself on the bed, he picks up the same shirt and throws it at your back so you grab it to wipe the cum that’s on your ass. You lay down on the bed for a moment, right next to him, a sigh escaping your lips. 

“You’re a great fuck.” You comment. Toji’s head turns to look at you, his brows furrowing. A sheen sheet of sweat covers your body, your chest heavy as you regulate your breathing. He’s wondering what you’re still doing here. He’s gathering the words for how to properly kick you out of his room. He doesn’t like cuddling or having a woman stay for the night after sex unless the factor of money is in play. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, he remembers exactly why you’re here. He needs to pay you back.

His hand goes to your cheek, and he caresses your face. His lips go in for a kiss, and you don’t hesitate in kissing him back. You feel as his free hand begins to feel up your body again. When he pulls away he says, “You are too.”

You continue kissing, your body moving, getting on top of him. When your knees are on either side of him, you pull away. You smirk, looking down at him. Your hands run down his chest and you ask him, “Do you want more?”

He doesn’t respond, your lips going down to pepper his chest with kisses before you go to his neck. Your lips then land on his ear and you whisper, “I know you do.”

“Need to feel your pussy wrapped around me again.” Toji says, and your lips land on his again. Your tongue is more controlling this time, entering his mouth and pressing against his. His hand grabs his cock and he aligns it with your entrance. You moan into the kiss while Toji inserts himself into you. When every inch is inside you, he doesn’t move, and you think that he’s letting you adjust even though not too long ago he was buried inside you.

He doesn’t move at all, and you pull away from the kiss. He tells you, “If you want it so bad, you can work for it.”

“Pretty stupid that you told me you wanted to feel me wrapped around your dick again.” You comment, your hands using his chest as support as you begin to bounce on his dick. You finally get to look at his face while he’s inside you.

There’s a smug look on his face while his hands travel from your back to grip your ass. You’re moving back and forth on his cock, hitting the right spot that makes you feel so fucking good. Toji’s praising you, telling you how good you feel around him.  And while he enjoyed the view of your ass in your first position, he likes looking at your face better. Face filled with pleasure as his cock fills you up. 

Your movements were already slow in the beginning, they get even slower since you tire out quickly. Toji teases you, “Tired? Already?”

“Please move, Toji.” You ask him, pouting your lips. He chuckles before he begins to do the work for you. You curse over and over again since his thrusts are rapid at least compared to the speed that you had set.

Your hand goes down to play with your clit. Your pussy begins to tighten around him, and he has to bite down his lip to not let out an animalistic noise. You throw your head back, arching your back as you shut your eyes, “Fuck, it’s so good.”

It’s all too much for you to handle. You stop playing with yourself when you’re near the edge. 

“You’re so tight.” He says through gritted teeth. When you’re nearly coming you tell him,

“Finish inside me.” And it causes him to raise a brow, almost smirking.

“You on birth control, pretty girl? Wouldn’t want to knock you up.” Toji responds, and you shake your head.

“No, not on birth control.” You lie. You’re on birth control but for some reason lying fits better the situation– And you know that he likes the lie because he fucks you better, or maybe it’s that feeling that’s almost taking over you that makes it feel like that.

“Oh? You want a stranger to knock you up?” He questions, a taunting tone in his voice. His hand goes up to your face and he squeezes your cheeks with his index and middle finger, and his thumb. “You’re a stupid little bitch.”

And as the insult leaves his lips, you reach your high. Toji lets go of your face, his hands going to your hips and holding on to you. 

“If you want my cum so bad, I’ll give it to you.” He somehow fucks you with more vigor. It makes you realize that your lie was the right move. “But you’ll be on your own.”

You don’t object, barely listening to what he says. You don’t care too much since you’re on birth control, and you’re not getting off him until he finishes. He groans, closing his eyes as he finishes inside you, his warm cum filling you up.

You stay on top of him until he pulls you up and lays you down beside him. He can’t do his usual routine since he doubts that you’ve forgotten so easily about the money that he has to pay you back. And while Toji isn’t a man that cuddles, he has no option but to when you move closer and lay your head on his chest.

He warns you, “Don’t think this means anything.”

“I’m not an idiot.” You chuckle, and he can’t help but disagree. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be laying down here. You sit up and walk to the bathroom to clean yourself off, and while Toji would take this opportunity to run away, he’s staying in this room. He just has to continue playing the act. While you’re in the bathroom, he puts on his underwear. 

“I really wanted to believe that you had actually forgotten your wallet when I saw your car.” You say as you walk out of the bathroom. You begin to get dressed. Toji furrows his eyebrows, confused by what you’re trying to say. Before he can ask about it, you ask, “Will you go to the beach with me? Just to walk.”

“Isn’t it cold?” He asks, and you shrug.

“Shouldn’t you do whatever I ask? You do know that I paid for dinner… And we both know that you aren’t paying me back.” You point out and Toji’s eyes widen before a smirk comes to his face. Maybe you aren’t an idiot. “I thought you would at first when I saw your car, but then we got to the elevator and while you weren't all that interested in me all night, you kissed me.”

“Well that doesn’t say anything.” Toji responds as he looks for clothes to change into. After all, he isn’t going to pay you back so he has to do whatever you ask. He’s lucky that he’s in his room and that he has a lot of clothes with him, otherwise he would have to walk out shirtless. You pause to stare at him before you chuckle.

“So you’re going to pay me back? Is that why you’re changing?” You question, and he stays silent. When you’re both changed, he looks in his suitcase for something, and then he throws something your way. You look at the soft item that he threw your way, and nearly smile when you realize it’s a jacket. You put it on and you both walk out of the hotel.

The hotel is right by the beach so thankfully you don’t have to walk much. When you’re in the sand, you take off your shoes because your feet are nearly yelling at you for wearing heels for so long. Toji walks beside you, his hands in his pockets as he stares around. The beach looks like a completely different place at this hour.

“Why did you give me a jacket? I was fine earlier without one.” You speak up since you can’t stand the silence for too long, especially since the question bugs your mind. You look at him, his hands in his pockets and eyes staring off into the distance.

“Least I could do since I’m not paying you back.” He responds, and you laugh.

“Did you like the food at the very least?” You ask, and he shrugs, which isn’t the response that you were expecting. By the way he devoured the food, you were expecting a nod at the very least. But Toji isn’t the most expressive person, that’s what you can gather from tonight. “At the very least the wine, you did almost drink the whole bottle.”

“Not a big fan of alcohol. Doesn’t do anything to me and it tastes awful” He answers, and you come to stop, which causes him to come to a stop as well. He raises a brow before asking, “Is there something wrong?”

“You almost drank the whole bottle.” You point out.

“Because it was expensive. I wasn’t going to let it go to waste.” He replies, and you have to fight back from rolling your eyes. What’s done is done and you can’t force get the drink back. Although you’re irritated that he decided to drink almost everything. He clears his throat before asking, “Did you want to talk about anything specific? I’m kind of tired and have an early flight tomorrow.”

“Um… No.” You shake your head. The wind that blows sends a chill down your spine and Toji sighs. He throws his arm over you and you two begin to walk back to the hotel. 

“I guess… Thank you for dinner.” Toji tells you, and for some reason it brings a smile to your face. It’s the most basic thing. “It was nice meeting you here.”

“You have yet to apologize for being rude at the beach today.” You point out, and he doesn’t say anything in response. Toji isn’t the type of man that easily apologizes, even if he’s in the wrong. When he doesn’t say anything else, you tell him,

“It was nice meeting you too.”