Possessive Boyfriend Atsumu Who Always Wants To Be Near You And Fill You Up With His Cum

possessive boyfriend atsumu who always wants to be near you and fill you up with his cum <3

you're going to the store? he'll shove your panties aside and fuck you senseless, shooting load after load until you're completely full and dizzy with thoughts of him. surely, you can't leave without his cum dribbling out of your hole and leaking down your thighs so everyone knows you're taken.

you're studying and need to focus? how about let atsumu tests your focus by cockwarming you? he promises he won't move, just want to feel your tight hole around my dick, that's all, he says. but you can't expect him to sit still when you keep squirming and tightening up, can you? so the next time you shift in his lap, he'll bend you over the table and drills feverishly into you like there's no tomorrow.

he just loves the sight of his cum frothing between your legs, knowing fully well that you're his.

are requests still open? if so then can i request something like when you open your arms in front of them abruptly? for suna, kuroo, osamu and iwaizumi. thank you.

standing with your arms open in front of them !

ft. suna, kuroo, osamu, iwaizumi

warnings. very slightly suggestive in iwa's

SUNA

he was drinking water when you waltzed up to him, standing with arms wide open and a blank face. "what are you doing?" he asks, closing the bottle cap before wiping stray drops of water from his lips. a seconds pass as suna waits for your response, sighing before wrapping his arms around your waist, planting a soft peck on your lips. a smile climbs up your face as your arms snake around his neck, his cheeks adorned with a faint dust of pink at the close proximity. "you could've said if you wanted to kiss me, pretty."

KUROO

he stayed up late to work, as usual, and now that you're standing in his study, kuroo is hurriedly shutting down his laptop, stuffing the papers in his drawer as strings of apologies roll down his lips; only to pause as his gaze settles on you standing with your arms wide open. "what, you want me to lift you up?" you don't respond, letting him take his time with arranging his files before his eyes come back to you again. "gosh yn, you're not five anymore." he chuckles, switching off the lights, and you still don't respond, standing in the same stance with eyes fixed on him. "geez, okay," and before you know it, you're in his arms, your legs wrapped around his torso as a gasp falls off your lisp, "tetsu i'm going to fa—" he cuts you off with a chase kiss. "not when i'm here." and his lips land on yours once again.

OSAMU

he was cooking when you randomly dropped by in the kitchen, a smile dancing on his lips that disappeared as soon as you spread your arms abruptly. "do you want anything?" he asks, waiting for a response. "no? do you want a hug?" still no response, and even though his face might not show it, osamu finds this cute. you're about to voice your requests when he pulls you into a warm embrace, engulfing you in his arms with his face buried in the crook of your neck, tracing soft kisses on your skin. your eyes widen is surprise, clearly not expecting this response from him. he pulls back, planting his lips on your forehead before letting his eyes meet yours. "is that what you wanted?"

IWAIZUMI

my guy iwaizumi knows. he's not a stranger to your tricks and antics, almost catching up on your pranks quick enough to leave you unsatisfied. and now that you're standing in front of him with your arms wide open, you don't expect a varied expression. "last time you did something like had, we ended up breaking your favourite vase." he speaks, reminding you of when you randomly opened your mouth in front of him, which somehow lead to a heated make out session and a broken vase lying on your bedroom floor. "you're such a baby, yn," that's all he says before pulling you in his arms, head resting on top of yours while your face is buried in his chest. "i love you," — "iwa, i can't breathe—"

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ଘ pairing: fushiguro toji x female reader 

ଘ genre: smut, alternate universe ( canon divergence ), toji lives, housewife!reader, husband!toji, stoner!toji 

ଘ word count: est. 6.3k 

ଘ beware: fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc, big daddy toji, filthy smut i am not ashamed, dirty talk, pet names, lots of cussing, usage of marijuana, usage of alcohol (briefly), oral sex (m!receiving, f!mentioned), choking, toji is 6′5″ and has a monster cock (get off your ass and get on the court with lebron), slight dubcon, daddy kink, size kink, degradation, overstimulation, descriptions of rough sex, unprotected sex (toji is the type to say he’s too big for condoms lbr), anal play, cum play, watersports (briefly mentioned), some descriptions of marijuana, toxic relationships, a slight tiny moment where toji’s implied to be a cheater but not really, slight angst if you squint, deadbeat husband and father fushiguro toji, soft toji at the end because why not

ଘ synopsis: you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you expected both of you to come home to an empty house at some point in your relationship. what you didn’t expect was the love of your life neglecting you after disappearing for months. mind clouded with need for him, you’ve decided enough is enough. attention will be had. 

ଘ song recommendation: lose my mind - tamia, some nights - taeyeon, nasty - ariana grande

ଘ notes:  read on ao3.  i’m not new to writing fics, but i am new to writing jjk fics. i’m down bad for any man who brings a glock to a dragon fight and that man rn is toji. i hope you enjoy reading 6k of toji being a lil nasty! reblogs and interactions are loved!

how in the hell did you end up becoming involved with the sorcerer killer? sure, many girls your age were thrilled by the concept of a bad boy, that was true. bad boys, meaning, trust fund posers who drove motorcycles co-signed by their rich ceo daddies; drenched down in designer cologne, shades, and italian leather jackets to look the part. frauds. little boys. girls like you did not get involved with dangerously handsome men, infamous assassins like fushiguro toji. so why did you? 

you wonder this each day. not a second guess or regret of your decision to be with him, but more like a recurring thought in your head at all hours when he isn’t around. during any task, too. as you pick up a bloody shirt he threw haphazardly over the couch in the apartment. while scrubbing a spot on a dirty plate as you washed the dishes from last night’s dinner he didn’t come home to. when you lay awake at night with stubborn tears in your eyes, loneliness capsizing your happiness and cold sheets making you miss the warmth of his hulking body next to you in bed. 

you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you craved the attention of a lover and he didn’t. you expected both of you to come home to an empty apartment at some point, not just you. you were a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and toji killed people like you every day for a pack of cigarettes and a quick buck he could blow in a back alley card game. your naivety had you anticipating an average modern day couple with jobs and schedules that didn’t agree with each other. you were wrong, of course. because here you were, missing him, dressed in one of his big ol’ tees that his scent still clung to. day 31 of hoping for him to come home— fushiguro toji’s meek and mild little wifey. 

he’d been a decent boyfriend as far as you could remember. he didn’t spoil you like he spoiled his gambling problem, but he held your hand as you two went on whatever date you wanted. he whispered sweet nothings and dirty promises in your ear at dinner. he brought home gifts occasionally, claiming he thought it was your birthday when it wasn’t. he’d been a decent boyfriend, but he hasn’t been a good husband at all. 

yes, you married him. in secret. the great adversary of jujutsu society. 

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maybe a toji tattoo artist? y/n getting a underboob tattoo maybe.

for ash (in heat)

bahahah xoxo<3

Done.. I don’t even know if this is good? When I was writing it I was like hmm.. I hope it’s okay? I based y/n on ren, hehe.

- ash

tw : smut, nipple play, fingering, cream pie, mutual orgasm, age gap, mocking, perversion, finger sucking, there’s others too heheh 18+.

NSFW 18+

wc : 1.8k

The room was tranquil. Nothing but the small faint beats of korn playing in the back as you swung your legs off the table. Patiently waiting for your tattoo artist to come and ink you up.

You wasn't innocent to tattoos, your body already covered in many images, some big some small. You first became addicted at 18 and now that your reaching 22 it's no different. But this time you wanted something more sensual, something that only the lucky few would be able to see, and there's only one tattoo artist you'd ever trust with that... nobara kugisaki - your bestfriend.

The clock was ticking and it had already been ten minutes you were waiting, what on earth was she doing?

'Sorry I'm late I got caught up with traffic.' An unrecognisable voice called.

Spinning your head around you were hit with the sight of an unfamiliar man. From what it seemed A 40 year old dilf with biceps bigger than your arms. Who on earth is he and why isn't nobara here?

'Erm I think you've got the wrong room...'

'Y/N L/N right?' You saw the flicker of his eyes bounce up towards you, a small tug of his lips as he examines you. Snapping the glove on his hands and making his way over to you, a hand reached out to you...

'Yes?' You reluctantly took it, fingers wrapping around yours as he lingered for a bit too long. Peering at his face you took notice to the small scar tugged on his lip, you felt so small compared to him. His height staggering atleast 6'5, the table you were sat on gave you no height either, made you feel even more vulnerable as you should. The cut of your top giving him an entire view into what he was about to get into.

'I'm Toji fushiguro. Nobara couldn't make it so she asked me to fill in, hope that's okay?' The slight twang of his voice implied his confidence. You knew you wasn't complaining, but a bit of a heads up would be better... 'So... underboob right?'

'Yeah, you sure your qualified? I've never seen you round here before.'

'Why? Think I'm lying?' Grin obvious on his face as he began crouching down. Tugging at your top for you to take it off - simply complying, leaving yourself topless for his eyes to see, not like you cared. 'All these tattoos on me don't show you imma artist?'

His arms and body was scattered in it, spider tattoos, skull tattoos, anything dark was on him. The tensing of his veins made it look even sexier - a content sigh leaving your lips as his tatted fingers began treading on your skin, playing with your nipples as he touches your flesh.

'Whatever, anyways I want a tat like this' swiping up on your phone you show w picture of the words sinner, almost slithering all the way up towards your nipple. The lick of his lips definitely showed his approval.

‘Sinner huh? What’s that about.’

‘Doesn’t matter… anyways could you start?’

'Sure thing, now stay still, this might pinch...' dragging the gun towards your breast you watched how he examined closely what he was doing, gun darting into your skin causing a hiss from your teeth. 'Thought you'd be able to take it better'

'For somebody whose just a fill in, you got a lotta talk old man'

'Old?!' He stopped his movements, looking up at you tryna hold your laugh. Your pretty eyes moving away from him, he didn't even know you. But from how nobara described you he knew you would be a catch - but to see you this up close he knew he would be getting himself into some trouble if he looked more. 'I'm 42? That's not old.'

'Older than me, by 20 years to be exact.'

'Your 22?' His thumbs begin kneading back into the dough of your breasts, a small moan leaving your lips as you feel the warmth of his thumb from within the glove, his cock beginning to twitch from the sound of you 'You got a nice pair for a 22 year old, why you got so many tats?'

'I've been getting them since I'm 18...' eyes clammed shut in an attempt not to scream, this wasn't missed by toji, a small chuckle escaping him as he began massaging your tit again, this time rubbing his thumb against your erect nipple '.. but this ones definitely the most painful...'

'Really? Would've thought this one right here was the most painful.' Eyes dropping towards your exposed thigh, face starting to glow red with the realisation of how close he was...

'Y-yeah, that was actually my first.'

'You got one that close... for your first? Your a brave one princess..'

You shouldn't of felt the flutter in your stomach at the nickname he just gave you, but from how he's looking at you, you really couldnt help it - one glance to his left ring finger showed you everything you needed, completely empty. Not even a dent of a ring. 'Got it for your boyfriend?'

The fan of his breath against you skin alerted you what was happening, and how he was just here to give you a tattoo and go him, but a little harm won't hurt. 'Boyfriend? Nah been single for god knows how long, I don't do relationships...'

'What do you do then?'

'Men.' Your blunt answer earned a laugh and a dart up from him as he placed down his gun, gloves thrown off as he begins licking his thumb, dabbing down with his bare skin on the small smudge he made, only to lightly drag his thumb on your erect nipple, a small gasp escaping your lips.

'Any age requirement?'

'Nope, as long as they are good looking... and hopefully single.' Teeth moving to nibble at your lower lip, his body moving between your legs. Thumb cupping your chin up, peering down at you, you could swear his next words made you internally moan.

'You tryna flirt with me princess...'

‘Don’t be so cocky, but if I was… is that a problem?’

‘No baby…’ his lips nearing towards yours, thumb kneading on your tits ‘…not at all.’

Rapidly, you felt the touch of his lips on you, sucking gently on your thumb, arms wrapped around his head as you felt yourself starting to grind on his abs. Fingers moving to rub gently at your nipples and breasts, trying his best not to touch your new tattoo, fingers darting low to toy at your clit, you could see he takes no time in entertaining women. 'Shit your actually wet..'

'Mmm yeah...' you moan seductively, mind in a frenzy at how his tongue ring rimmed your tongue, not expecting his rugged fingers to begin pushing inside of you so fast. The feeling of his erect cock hitting on your thigh made your stomach begin to churn. 'Fuck- faster..'

'You like that hm? Still an old man to ya?' The scar on his lip tense against your lips, eyes moved down to watch how he pushes inside of you, your head starting to lean back in satisfaction and content. It's like you'd never been touched before… ‘Good girl, fuck- you been this desperate for me hm?’

The way you rode his fingers had him mesmerised, the moans of your body and arch of your back made him closely watch your tattoo, wouldn’t want to ruin any part of your perfect body now. Your edge nearing closer and closer the deeper he got, tips arching up into your g spot, thumb paced on your red clit. He swore he could’ve came at the sight of someone as precious as you, melted down so deep on him. ‘Gonna cum.. fuck…’

The words drawled from your mouth as you gushed all over him, a low whistle escaping him as he watched you become so undone for him. Cum dripping all the way down to the coffin planting right on his knuckle.

Lifting it up to his mouth, you watched him closely lick it up. Lips left with a pop as he slammed his face on you, your sweet cum dropped onto your lips as you mumbled a loud moan. ‘Fuck, wanna see what else this pretty pussy can do.’

He took no time undoing his belt, head fallen on your shoulder as he sucked quickly and harshly at your skin. Eyes widening at the sight of his huge cock, Prince Albert piercing nudged right on his tip. ‘Fuck… your so big.’

‘Yeah baby, that a problem?’ His hand fucking himself off before he swiftly pushed himself inside your tight cunt.

‘Ah- fuck.. n-no problem.’ You wince in slight pain and immense pleasure, his body waiting a second before slamming deep inside you. Your body lowered down so he could see how fucked out you were, your tits jumping with every deep thrust, the new tattoo you just got printed, not even smudged. A small ego boost sent straight to tojis cock from how he twitched inside of you.

‘Feel that huh? Feel this old man deep inside ya?’ Hand moving to plant on your stomach from how he began fucking your cervix, your fucked out eyes moving to glance at him, the bead of sweat trickling down his forehead made you almost go crazy, body clammed down on him. You could hardly breath, throat feeling so tight from all your moaning and the way his fingers crawl up to squeeze at your voice chords and slip down your throat, wrists moving to scratch at his wrists and gag at his touch.

‘I feel ya, fuck yeah- I feel you sooo deep..’ your brain was practically fucked out, his flushed tip nearing you closer and closer to your second orgasm, from how he was looking at you, he wasn’t sure if he was able to pull out on time, the lewd clapping noises of his balls slamming harshly against your skin filled up the room, sounds almost outweighing the music.

‘I’m gonna c-cum…’

‘Let me cum in this pretty f-fucking pussy huh?’ Every word said with a thrust sent deep into your core

‘Yes… yesss please…’

Suddenly you felt yourself squirt all over him, his cum filling your stomach up deep inside releasing a loud scream from you, back arching off the desk, his head thrown back as he kept cumming balls deep inside you, some even trickling down your legs, his fingers moving to plug it straight back inside your pretty, tight pussy.

‘Never did i think I’d be fucking a client..’ his breathless voice began to speak as he watched you almost doze off to sleep, a snap of his fingers in your face alerted you of what was going on, and where you was really at.

‘No way, your not falling asleep princess, still got a tattoo to finish.’

good morning i should be bred full.

can i request arranged marriage with toji and corruption please 🥰

wedding rings - toji x fem!reader (5k)

the zenin clan just can't stop meddling in toji's affairs. what's he supposed to do with the nervous little virgin who shows up on his doorstep and says that her family and his have said they have to get married? not fuck her?

warnings: not sfw/minors dni. arranged marriage. corruption kink. virgin reader. light cunnilingus, fingering, coming inside. light dub-con by nature of 'arranged marriage'. afab reader, fem pronouns.

[a/n: writing toji is always so much fun ;_; ]

When you showed up at Toji’s door with suitcase in hand, trembling lip and eyes all wide and frightened, he had laughed outright.

It was just like the fucking Zenin clan to be meddling in his life even now, wasn’t it? Even though Toji has abandoned them and slaughtered their ilk, their bullshit about bloodlines still leaks into every facet of what they do; and clearly the idea that Toji, even with his flawed lack of cursed energy, might be able to pass on the technique and hasn’t got a pretty little wife to impregnate yet had rankled them so badly that they’d sorted the whole situation out for him.

If he didn’t hate jujutsu society so much, he’d almost feel bad for you.

You’re clearly in the bloom of life; fresh-faced and innocent, not expecting to find yourself in Toji’s messy shithole of an apartment (why bother making it nice, when he spends so long out of it for work?). He wonders who you’ve pissed off to end up here.

As it turns out, you end up telling him yourself, a frown on your face.

Turns out, you’re . . . not quite just like him, but you’ve been fucked over by your clan just as much for not being able to be useful. You can see cursed spirits, but you’ve got no cursed energy, no technique – despite your clan usually producing good, dutiful, powerful wives. Disappointment of the family. He can understand what that feels like.

So they were probably glad to get rid of you. Might even hope you’ll bear Toji’s kid and it’ll have no technique to speak of itself, too – so both families can forget about you.

(Well, Toji thinks to himself with a grin – his family can’t forget about him, much as they want to, considering both his nickname and his line of work.)

He takes a sip of the glass of water he’s holding in his hand, green eyes focused very hard on you. You’re not in traditional clothing, like most clan members he knows would be; you’re wearing a pale blue dress that you keep tugging uncomfortably down over your thighs. Toji lets his eyes linger on your thighs, too – he might as well appreciate the view, he supposes.

Your suitcase is full of, as well as a collection of clothes in modest cut and soft, pastel colours, documents. Toji flips through some of them, nose wrinkling at the boring jargon. He does linger on a caveat about if you bear him children, they all have to take the Zenin name, and Toji and you will be ‘compensated handsomely’ for handing over the kid’s education and raising to the clan--

Bullshit.

Toji’s about to crumple them up on the floor and tell you to get the fuck out of his house, when he catches sight of you over the edge of the paper. You’ve drawn yourself in; shoulders tight, pretty mouth pressed into a tight line, eyes shining with a mixture between hope and fear. You look so lost. You look so innocent.

A little curl of heat makes itself known in the very base of Toji’s stomach; the thought of you being a good little wife, on your knees. The thought of him telling you exactly how to suck his cock.

He knows how the sorcerer clans raise women like you.

He knows you’ll be eager to please and obedient, falling over yourself to keep your man happy. He knows, too, that you’ll be pliant and agreeable – and that you’ll be pure as the driven snow. That thought gives him pause.

You’re seductive to him without realising it, in the totally guileless way you act, as if you don’t know that he’s considering how your tits would fill his hands and how tight your precious, untouched cunt would feel around his girth.

If he rejects you, what will your clan do?

You’re as fucked as him. He can see it in the shine of your eyes in his kitchen; you’re afraid he will throw you out, like he was thinking of. Leave you to fend for yourself on the streets of Japan, because there’s no way your family will want you back after even scum like Toji’s rejected you.

Would it be so bad?

He lets himself look at you critically. He takes in the curves, the dips, the contours of your body; the way you’d feel beneath him. Your face, and what it would look like lost in pleasure.

Perhaps it would be pleasant, to have someone to return to after a hit; to have someone warm his bed, curl around him, cook for him and take care of him. Perhaps it would be pleasant to take a pretty little virgin and break her into exactly what he wants in a woman. To teach her how he likes to fuck, how he likes her to act, to condition her until he can crook his finger at her and she’s bending over, presenting herself already slick and needy for his cock to use however he sees fit.

“Alright,” he says, draining the glass. “Sure, sweetheart. We’ll get married.”

Later on that night, he creeps into the spare room. You’re asleep on top of the covers in a cute pyjama set that’s all frills and froth and pale pink; elastic in the shorts digging into the flesh of your thighs, top clinging to the curve of your chest. His cock stirs in his pants looking at you. You’re so . . . innocent. There’s no mark to you; Toji wants to cling to your hips until there are bruises in the shape of his hands, wants to worry love-bites into your neck like a necklace, wants to ruin you until you’re tear-stained and whimpering and arching your hips up for him--

Calloused fingers trail along your skin. You’re so soft. Where Toji is all scars and muscle, your skin is like satin. You moan in your sleep, pretty face furrowing, and Toji wants to see your face creased in pleasure too. Your mouth drops open and he imagines thrusting his cock in it; how pretty and shiny your lips would look wrapped around his shaft, almost too big for you to even take.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, thumb skimming the exposed stomach where your pyjama top has ridden up. “Ripe for the picking, ain’t ya?”

Your eyes twitch. Eyebrows, furrow – and you blink your gaze awake, sticky-slow, to see your fiancee looming over you in the dark.

“What’re you—?” You ask, still sleep-laced, but Toji just makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.

“Just lookin’ at the merchandise, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Wanna make sure you ain’t damaged, that’s all--”

“I—I’m not!” The cute little burst of outrage is ruined somewhat by the yawn that you have to suppress in the middle of it, but Toji grins.

He didn’t think the Zenins would send you if you weren’t – they wouldn’t want to risk the precious possibility of a kid born with power and technique not really being one of theirs – but it’s nice to hear your mouth confirm what he’s been suspecting and hoping is the truth.

“Aw, baby girl,” he says, keeping his voice low and even, trying to comfort you even as his hand is sliding further up, cupping one of your breasts (his palm brushes your nipple and he feels it harden beneath his touch, stiffening to a peak – he wants to see what you look like under there so badly), “C’mon, it’s fine. I ain’t gonna hurt you--”

“M-Mr Zenin,” you say, and the tremble in your voice is so cute. His cock is straining against the boxer shorts he wore to sleep in. You’re wide awake now; your eyes meeting his. “I—I know, but--”

He’s on the bed. He doesn’t miss how your gaze strays to his veined forearms, where the muscles bulge in his biceps, the carefully sculpted and maintained abdomen and pecs – he sees the swallow in your throat, the way your cute little tongue reaches out to swipe nervously over your lower lip.

Thumb brushes your collarbone and you shudder, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. He sees your thighs twitch, squeeze together – he’s willing to bet if he dipped his fingers into your slit right now, he’d pull his digits back out with your slick glimmering on them.

“Just call me Toji.”

“T-Toji—” Your voice pitches, shuddering with arousal that you don’t know how to handle. He’s heard that note in women’s voice before; that desperate ‘I want to be touched, but I know I shouldn’t want it’ wobble. He’s been the cause of it more times than he can count.

“S’okay,” he soothes, his other hand rounding over your hip, his knees nudging your legs apart. “You’re savin’ yourself for marriage, yeah? We’ll get the papers signed in the mornin’, I promise, botha our families are the kind to make sure things can be rushed through quick--”

“I—” You’re a little breathless, all needy and hot under his touch. It’s adorable. “I shouldn’t, please, it’s only a few days--”

“You want to.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement, as he curls his fingers about your hip, as he settles his own muscular thighs between yours and he sees that there’s a damp spot on the pale pink shorts. Soaked through your underwear and your nightwear? He forgot how sensitive virgins can be. “Don’t lie to yourself, angel.”

He leans down, scarred lips brushing yours. You taste like his toothpaste; peppermint on his tongue as he swipes it over your lower lip and you sigh as you allow him entrance. It’s the first mark of him on you, but he knows it won’t be the last. He deliberately presses his knee against your clothed mount, grinding it just a little – and you whimper into his mouth, heated and desperate.

“We’ll be married soon as,” he murmurs to you, pulling back, looking at you with lust darkening his eyes. No man has ever looked at you quite as hungrily as Toji is looking at you right now. And he’s so handsome, his touches gentle-- “You wanna be a good girl for me, right? S’just what a wife does for her husband, yeah?”

“Yes,” you breathe, and Toji grins at you. It’s a feral, starving grin, that you feel deep inside of you as you clench around nothing and burn to be touched.

He kisses you again, hungrier. He nips at your lower lip, his tongue roughly demanding entrance – he dances against your own. You’ve never really understood the idea of kissing with tongues, but Toji knows exactly what he’s doing; hitting a spot on the roof of your mouth that makes you shudder and gasp, your hands coming up to grasp his biceps.

The muscle underneath them is so solid, and Toji can’t help but notice how soft your hands are on him. He knows you’ll be that soft everywhere else, and the thought spurs him on.

“I’m gonna undress you now,” he tells you, thick and throaty. His big fingers curve under the hem of the lacy top you’re wearing, gently tugging it up over your stomach and then your breasts. That sharp green gaze caresses every newly bared inch of you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Fuckin’ hell. You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.”

Your skin feels hot under the compliment, Toji’s flat palm sliding along the softness of your tummy to round over your breasts. Your nipples have pebbled and stiffened in the cool air of the spare room, and Toji flicks his thumb along one (making you shiver, again, he notices) before he bends his head to suckle the bud into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it in a way that has your back arching and thighs clenching.

He chuckles at the noise you make as his lips pop off, and he turns his attention to the other side.

“Responsive, ain’t ya?” He asks. “You’re adorable.”

You give him a trembling breath as a response, which he takes as a sign to begin a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down from your breasts to your stomach, tongue tracing the shape of your navel, teeth grazing your hips so gently that you barely feel them. He takes the waistband of your shorts in his mouth and tugs those down using your teeth, and the vision of him between your legs like that--

“Ha,” he says, as his fingers reach to tug them, expertly manipulating your legs so he can get them off without moving from between them. “Careful there, darlin’. You’re gonna soak right through the sheets.”

His mouth, again – kissing firmly against the wet patch on your underwear, his breath fiery hot. His mouth is solid enough that you feel the jolt that goes through you as his nose pushes against your clit, even through the cotton. Toji almost smirks at how much of a cliché the white cotton underwear trimmed with pale pink lace is, but the scent of you is too heady for him to want to do anything but bury his head between your thighs.

Lower. He kisses all over your slit, hard enough that you jerk, ruing the barrier between you two. His thumb strokes circles into your inner thigh--

He seems content to kiss at you through the fabric – but really, he’s waiting for you to give in. To beg him to take them off. From just how wet his face is even with the barrier in his way, he doesn’t think it will be long – and you do not disappoint. You raise your whips, softly mewling;

“Please, I –”

“Please, what, darlin’?” He asks you. “C’mon, you can use your words – no secrets from your husband, right?”

“I—” You’re so cute, squirming and feeling like a slut for him. He loves it. He loves the tremble of your body and the fact that your eyes are glassy with need. “P-please take my underwear off, I wanna--” You swallow. “W-wanna feel without it--”

“Aww, y’should’ve just said so,” Toji says. Fingers pry beneath the gusset.

He doesn’t bother manipulating your body this time. He simply tugs hard enough to split the seams, the fabric delicate from being saturated in your slick.

(Doesn’t matter, anyway. While he’s home, you won’t be wearing underwear.)

You gasp at the display of strength, swallowing – and Toji grins at you again. Oh, you like that? He’s got more shows of strength where that came from, don’t you worry.

He props up your knees with his hands and says;

“Wrap your hands around these, keep your legs spread for me like a good girl, yeah?”

You nod, shyly averting your gaze as you do just that and the position spreads you open lewdly; your velvet-soft folds bared entirely to Toji’s hungry eyes.

You’re already absolutely dripping, but Toji can see that you’re nervous.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes you, again. He can’t help but notice how small you look; the pearl of your clit nestled between curling soft petals, your pulsing hole. He knows you’ll take him, but . . . fuck, he thinks you’ll be a stretch. Not that that’s a bad thing. “I’m gonna open you up, darlin’, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” your voice is tremulous, soft – and sends a throb right to his cock. It’s been straining against his boxer shorts since the moment he saw you, but your eyes all big and glossy with trust and the vulnerable position you’re in and the knowledge you have never been touched like this are really doing a number on it.

But fuck it, he’s not gonna hurt you more than he has to if he’s really going to keep you around. He gently spreads your plump labia lips even further apart with his fingers, so your clit stands swollen to attention. You shiver under his calloused fingers, as he leans in and a hot wash of breath fans over you.

Toji’s tongue darts out to lap a long, slow stripe from perineum to clit, and though he can’t see your face any more, he hears the way you whimper.

Another. He lets himself soak his face in your slick; lets his tongue get deep between your folds. You taste so good on his tongue; honey-sticky and sugar-sweet. The tip of the wet muscle gently flickers against your clit and your hands are suddenly wrapped in his hair, your chest heaving in sensitive gasps. You keep your legs raised, so he decides to be kind. He eases his lips off of you for a moment to mumble, amused;

“Don’t pull too hard, I’m too young to be losin’ my hair--”

Before he dives back in between your legs, once more licking and sucking at the tender flesh. Your stomach explodes in fireworks, your heart beating so fast you can hear it in your ears. Toji’s mouth and tongue against you is a wet, lascivious noise that at once makes your toes curl in pleasure and cringe in embarrassment. Is it awful and forward of you to be enjoying yourself like this? Your family have always drilled into you that a proper wife isn’t a slut, but still does what her husband wants--

Toji’s not your husband yet, but this is fine, right? To have him eating you out like you’re a desert oasis? His lips lock around your clit and he sucks and your vision whites out for a second, your hands tugging hard at the dark hair in your grip--

And he comes away with a light laugh that still manages to shiver with seduction. His face is shiny with you as he looks at you with eyes half-lidded and still hungry.

“What’d I say, huh?” He teases you. “Angel, I could have fucked you with my tongue all night--” He likes seeing how the crude words make you flinch, nervous but pleased but ashamed all warring within you. Your lips are pushed forward, the moue almost petulant. His voice drops a tone. “Don’t look at me with that cute pout. You don’t know what it does to me.”

If he didn’t still need to stretch you out using his fingers, he’d take a moment to kiss you so you could taste yourself and just how needy you’d been for him on his lips. But he’s still driving a hole through his boxers, so . . . the sooner you’re able to take him, the better.

You’ve gone back to holding your legs apart with your hands. Excellent.

Besides. He hadn’t finished what he was doing, and he thinks it’ll be easier to fuck you if you’ve already come once. Your poor, swollen clit hasn’t had all the attention it deserves. You’re being so cute, so well-behaved for him--

“Relax,” he says, softly, as he eases his fingers from spreading you open, dipping them in the mess he’s made of your slit. “This might sting a bit--”

One finger finds your hole; circles the sensitive entrance, making the muscles in your thighs tremble. But you keep your legs spread open for him like a good girl, and he’s able to gently push his index finger in, first to one knuckle, then to the second, and then to the ones at the base.

“Good girl,” he breathes, barely able to breathe at how tight you feel around him. Your insides are silky and hot and wet, clinging to him like a lifeboat in the sea. He pumps the lone finger in and out of you, rubbing the pad against the inside of your walls until he finds the spot that makes you throw your head back and give him a long, choked moan. “There we go,” he keeps talking to you, softly, like you’re a spooked animal. “’M gonna put the second one in, yeah? You’re takin’ it like a champ, sweetheart. You wanted this, huh?”

You babble something that he doesn’t care enough to listen to but overall sounds positive. This one’s a stretch, his middle finger and index finger even tighter. But he needs to get three in you, he thinks, or you’ll never take his cock. You let go of your thighs, and he sucks in a breath – but your feet clearly need purchase on the bed, your fingers twisting in bedsheets now they can’t twist in his hair, and you breathe through the stretch so he figures it’d be churlish to tell you off for it now.

He keeps hitting that spot as he fucks you slowly on his fingers, until he can feel your cunt sucking him in, pulsing around him.

“Third finger,” he tells you, his own throat dry. “Next time I fuck you with this one, you’ll feel my weddin’ ring--”

You tighten around the other two at that. Cute. Three fingers opening you wide, scissoring inside of you, aches – but you’re being so good for him, the most that’s coming out of your mouth sweet little whines. Toji rewards you by crooking them inside you against that spot, his thumb coming to gently rub circles into your swollen clit.

He’s been teasing you for too long, and you are a virgin – it’s no surprise that the stimulation proves too much for you too quickly, and you arch your back at the same time as fireworks go off inside of you, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, tightening and loosening as waves of euphoria wash over you.

You soak Toji’s fingers with the rush of your release; the gush of liquid.

He whistles, low and impressed. So you’re a squirter, huh? Toji doesn’t mind that at all. It’s not like he’ll be doing the laundry – and it’s kind of hot, to look down at you and see what a mess he’s made of your little virgin cunt--

“That’s it,” he says, guiding you over the last low crests of your orgasm. “I think y’can take me now, sweetheart. Let’s get you comfy--”

He shows off his strength a bit, because he knows it will get you going despite the sensitivity of your body from your recent orgasm. You’re man-handled by him higher on the bed, so your head is on the mountain of pillows you’ve slipped down. He can pick you up as if you weigh nothing at all, despite the creak of the bedsprings clearly saying the opposite.

Your legs are urged to wrap around his hips.

“Don’t worry,” he tells you, again. He doesn’t think he’s ever reassured a fuck as carefully and constantly as he’s reassuring you; but then again, he’s never intended to marry one of his fucks before.

You, though – you’re so adaptable. So untouched. So different from women and men who come onto him at bars and flutter eyelashes and make soft little insinuations. He can corrupt you into exactly what he wants, and the thought of you knowing nothing but his cock forever and serving him like he’s the only man in the world--

It’s enough to make a lesser man come in his pants.

“You’re tired, yeah? I’ll do most of the work. You lie there and take it like the sweetheart you are.”

He’s shucked his underwear off in the man-handling, and now he shifts so that you can see the full glory of what he’s packing. Your eyes widen.

He gets that a lot. Even for a virgin who’s probably never seen a cock before, it’s obvious that Toji’s the real deal – you swallow, nervous, and whisper;

“I—what if it doesn’t fit--?”

(There’s a tremble of fear in there, that you’ve fucked up; that he still might throw you aside if you can’t take him, and now you’ve been utterly ruined.)

“Hey,” he says, all comforting and appeasing, “I ain’t hurt you yet, have I?” You shake your head, but your bottom lip is still trembling. “I’m gonna go slow with you, I promise.” He shifts forward again, the head of his cock catching against your entrance. “Just keep your eyes on me, darlin’. I promise, it’ll feel so good . . . you wanna keep your husband happy, don’t ya? I’ve already got you all stretched and prepped. Just breathe--”

He keeps up the steady stream of talk as he urges his hips forward, your cunt swallowing the head of his cock first before he’s able to push more of his shaft in. You keep your eyes on his, green eyes locked against yours – and though he can hear the shake in your chest, you don’t make any noise louder than a huff when he gets two thirds of the way in. He pauses there for a minute, letting you adjust – he can feel every minute tremble of your body, swears he can hear your heartbeat.

“Good?” He asks, and you nod – and he slides the last third of himself inside you in the same unhurried pace, until he’s settled hot and heavy entirely inside of you.

His eyes map your stomach, pleasure rushing through him at how big he must be inside of you; there’s the lightest shadow on your pelvis, as if he’s big enough to make your stomach bulge. He takes in the sight of you with all nine inches of him buried inside of you; the sore, spread-wide stretch of your cunt around him, the creamy ring of your pleasure where you’re joined.

He can’t fuck you vigorously – he thinks he’d fucking breakyou - but you’re tight enough that he’s getting plenty of stimulation just from keeping his cock in there.

“P-please,” you manage to form, through your swollen lips and your glassy eyes and your dry throat. “W-want you to fuck me, Toji--”

Oh, fucking hell.

You’re perfect.

“I will, sweetheart, don’t you worry,” he instinctively leans down and presses a kiss on your sweat-soaked forehead, flexing his hips so they withdraw the smallest amount. “Just lie there and take it for me--”

You do.

He doesn’t fuck into you with abandon, though he wants to more than he can say; plenty of time for that in the future, as your cunt moulds to his cock and it isn’t such an effort to get it inside of you. Plenty of time for you to learn just how hard he wants to rail you, until you’re covered in his bruises and there are friction burns on your knees – plenty of time for him to show you every depraved thing you make him want to do to you and make sure that you enjoy it.

He fucks you with slow, shallow strokes, taking most of his pleasure from the way you feel around of him; your eyes, your mouth, your heaving chest. You’re hot and tight and wet and grip him perfectly – his fingers digging into your thighs where they’re wrapped around his hips.

He’s been hard for what seems like hours, so it’s no surprise, either, that he feels his orgasm come quickly up on him like a steam train – it’s not like you’re going to shame him for coming quickly, you’ve never even been fucked before. So he lets the heat all gather low in his belly until he can feel himself teetering on the edge – and then, he dips his head and pulls you into a heated kiss as he grinds his hips in a circular motion inside of you and feels himself tip over the precipice.

His cock shudders and judders inside of you, shooting rope after rope of his come deep into your body; thick and hot and full. His teeth worry at your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, the groan vibrating through you as he comes and pushing you into another short, trembling orgasm as if trying to milk him dry of everything that he can give you.

(You like him coming inside? He can work with that too.)

Your thighs are tight around his hips, your arms draping loosely about his neck as he kisses you. Your tongue nervously probes at the scar; the slightly raised line bisecting his mouth, and though he usually doesn’t like it being noticed or touched (he knows it gives him an air of danger, but sometimes the events surrounding it’s acquirement sting), he finds that with you he doesn’t mind.

With you, his eyes flicker closed and he just enjoys the closeness and warmth of your body, even as he gently pulls his cock out of you (you leak slick onto the bedsheets, again. He’s gonna have to buy some more laundry tablets).

“How’s that, darlin?” He murmurs to you, not moving from his comfortable place on top of you. “Glad y’didn’t save it for marriage now, huh?”

Your cheeks radiating heat is enough answer for him, Toji’s smirk so wide and smug that it threatens to split his face in two. He flops to one side of you, pulling you in, cradling you against him like a little spoon. He can’t help but notice that the curve of your body fits perfectly against his.

The two of you will fit even better in Toji’s bed, he thinks.

“We’ll get all the paperwork and shit sorted tomorrow,” he tells you, as he feels your breathing begin to even out, the tremors from your orgasm begin to fade. He could get used to this too. Someone warming his bed. Someone to cuddle up to on cold nights. Someone soft, to ease the loneliness he hadn’t realised he was feeling.

He doesn’t want to get sappy on you, though. He lowers his face to the shell of your ear, breathing gently, murmuring in a voice that’s still dripping with desire for everything you represent to him;

“The other stuff that goes with a marriage too. I wasn’t kiddin’ about wantin’ to finger you with my wedding ring on, darlin’.”