Rough Zhongli… From Behind….. 🙁🙁🙁

cw. they don’t fuck actually, breeding, size difference

werewolf!toji has been watching you for months. he watches you hidden among the trees and bushes as you wander into the woods each day in your red cape to carry a basket of sweets and medicine to your sick grandmother who lives across the mountain.

werewolf!toji has learned the path you walk from your home to your old granny’s. he has learned the nursery rhymes you hum to keep your mind busy when you walk through that forest surrounded by fierce beasts that hide in the dark but peer at you with their big green eyes. he has learned to recognize your intoxicating scent when you are most breedable.

werewolf!toji was always careful to hide in the shadows of the trees, content to watch you come and go up and down the mountain. from time to time his big cock throbbed and he felt the need to stroke it in his hand, coating his fingers with his thick, sticky seed until his fat balls stopped pulsing.

werewolf!toji can’t take it anymore though. not when he sees you walking around his forest in a skirt that barely covers your pretty ass, your legs wrapped in thigh-high socks, and that cape so clearly seen even as evening falls.

werewolf!toji desperately wants to breed you.

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! ETERNAL DEVOTION

synopsis: zhongli finds you worshipping him and offers you a contract

cw; sub fem! reader, god / mortal dynamic, fingering, vaginal penetration, size difference, age gap, mentions of mind control, also slight monster fucking

controlling a mortal was as simple as a snap of his fingers, you'd be under his spell doing everything his way — but one look at you tells him he doesn't need to do that because you'd succumb to him the moment he appeared in front of you, just like you were born to be his, body and mind

zhongli's eyes follow you as you place the last piece of offering beneath his statue; the young rex lapis would have asked for more, for you to kneel and pray, but he's aged, he's no longer at his peak and he’s tired of all the arrogance he once had

however, you, this young and innocent girl with such a strong devotion to your god, has that part of him vacillating once more, a part of him determined to make you his, to feel greater again

he is selfish when he reveals his identity to you one night, handing you a contract on what he wants out of this ‘relationship’ — and you were so quick to oblige, so obedient, so good for him, just like how he predicted the moment he laid eyes on you

zhongli feels like he’s ascending to celestia when he pulls you onto his lap, ass soft and plush on his aching dick, giving it just the right amount of pleasure like you knew what it needed

his clawed hands finally appears after years of hiding in the facade of ‘the human zhongli’, and he sighs in pleasure at the feeling, leaving light scratches on your already naked body — he thinks the way your moans and whimpers spill from your mouth is downright sinful, but he can't deny that it makes him want more

when you nod meekly and bring his hand to your dripping core, he tells you that it'll be okay, that he'll make you feel good if you give him the chance — and he's grown bigger without his knowledge, so big that he thinks if he pushes himself in, he'll split you apart

his fingers work magic on your pussy as he frees himself from the restraints of his pants, letting the leaking tip press against the crevice of your ass, golden cum smearing on your untouched body, burning into your skin; a sign that your god is marking you as his

he deems you ready when you cum around his fingers for the second time, body spasming in his embrace — his eyes roll involuntarily the minute he presses his dick into you, so wet, so tight, so warm and perfect, squeezing him so deliciously that he may cum on the spot

no mortal or celestial being had ever made him feel this way; it made him realize what 'making love' really meant, rather than just ‘sex’ which he had been doing for the past 6000 years of his life

zhongli effortlessly flips you around, forcing you to face him as you struggle to adjust to his sheer size, the stretch painful yet addictive — you're clinging on for dear life as he bounces you on his cock, hands holding you in place to prevent you from fleeing, not when you're both on cloud nine — so you allow yourself to sink deeper into the feeling, relaxing and surrendering your body to morax, allowing him to show you his promise from the start

“gonna cum—”

warnings sputter from you as you bury your face into his chest, and he groans at the view; the size difference along with the way your gummy walls spasm around him pushes him closer to the edge as well

his fingers wrap around your neck to force eye contact with him before kissing you roughly, his longer dragon tongue dipping into the warm cavern, tangling with your own

“cum. cum for me, mortal.”

white surrounds you the moment you hear the command, body freezing up at the orgasm that knocked the wind out of you — zhongli’s own high has him seeing stars, something he’s never experienced before

it took him sometime to regain consciousness, his gaze immediately trailing to where the two of you are connected as he watches golden streaks of cum drip out in amazement

for a while, he let himself become vulnerable, allowing the two of you to stay like that as you fall asleep on him, bathing in the silence of the night and the warmth of another, something he hadn't had in a long, long time

ooh how about scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader somehow meets toji. (spoiler warning) kind of like how megumi met toji in chapter 113.

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader meets toji

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): major manga/anime spoilers, sad theme

haven't done any jjk content in a long while so here it goes :) check out my tokyo revengers series entitled venom of you still haven't read it! sorry if it's quite short :(

it was a cold november and your father, gojo, decided to take you out that evening to treat you some kikufuku and enjoy the weather even if it hasn't snowed yet.

you were bundled with a scarf, a thick sweater, gloves, ear muffs, leggings and boots to keep you warm.

while waiting for your father to buy his and your favorite treat from the food stall, you couldn't help but wander around. you had gotten bored and he was taking too long. it was only (not) right for you to take a small walk.

with your chaos magic, not only were you able to see cursed spirits but ghosts. but this time, it wasn't geto's spirit. you saw a different one, a ghost that looked strange yet familiar at the same time—something about him made you beckoned towards him.

you made your way towards the ghost that was sitting on a bench under a lamp post. you didn't understand how or why you couldn't decipher who he actually was.

you watched with keen eyes as he lifted his sad gaze from the ground and to look at you, and when your eyes met. his eyes widened.

you mirrored his surprised expression, did you just spook a ghost?

"you can see me?"

"yeah?"

"you're not supposed to see me."

"i know, but it's kind of my thing you see.."

toji was impressed at the extent of your gift. he wanted to tell you how proud he was, but from the way you looked at him—he could tell you had forgotten him. you don't remember anything about him, because of you did, you would have already done a different reaction.

"why are you sad?"

"..."

toji wondered if empathy was part of your capabilities. it was a surprising for someone at your age to be able to read emotions or feelings—or maybe he was just being obvious?

a bit too obvious with what he was feeling. either way, you were right. sadness runs through him, as well as guilt and shame, and it worsened when he saw you standing right here and now.

it was a flurry of wild emotions. he was glad and relieved to see you alive and well. you had gotten a bit taller and you looked just like your mother, but you somewhat had your father's eyes too.

"ah! mister! why are you crying?"

"huh..?"

it took toji to realize that tears were rolling down his face the longer he stared at you. he didn't know what to say to you.

how was he going to tell you that he was your real father? how sorry he was for having to leave you and his other children behind?

then, it suddenly clicked him. toji remembered leaving you in gojo's care.

"what's your name?"

"huh? oh! my name's fushiguro, [name]!"

"fushiguro.."

with that, a smile graced on toji's lips. that was all he needed to hear. he was relieved to find out that even if gojo raised you, you still carried his name. it was a reminiscent of him after all.

"what about you? what's your name?"

"... i don't remember my name."

"oh, that sucks."

you frowned, it must not be nice to have forgotten something important like your own name. but then again, you couldn't blame him. he was a ghost.

perhaps, you could make him remember? with your chaos magic, maybe you do something. if you could just touch him and help him—

"kikufuku! there you are!"

before your hand could even reach the ghost, you were suddenly lifted from the ground. you looked up to come face-to-face with your worried father.

"what are you doing out here, baby? i've been looking everywhere for you! i got us kikufuku."

a part of toji wished that it was him who'd treat and call like you that, but at the same time it made him happy. happy to see that gojo satoru had fulfilled his promise.

not only did gojo looked after you, but he raised you with love and care which toji could tell from the way a bright smile beamed across your face as gojo pecked the top of your head, coddling you in his arms as he carried you.

you were whisked away by gojo who claimed that it was time for the two of you to go home since it has gotten colder. if only he knew it was because of the presence of a ghost nearby.

before you disappeared from his sight once again, you hunched over gojo's shoulder flashed toji a smile. the same, familiar smile you'd give him in the past, and waved him goodbye.

toji sat there, surprised, but a smile crept on his face not long after. he eventually returned your wave.

"goodbye, princess."

Ushijima enjoy the feeling when you sit on his thighs, naked. He likes the feeling of your slit open and grazing his clothed hard member. He believes he could stay like this all day doing nothing, sitting on the couch with you moving your hip against him and no rush in chasing orgasm

He knows you’re sensitive down there. His hardened clothed cock is enough to make you wet. The front of his short brief now was wet by your fluid mixing with his precum too. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi likes it when your breast press against his wide chest. Your hardened nub pressing or sometimes caressing his chest skin…enough to make him let out a soft groan. His head falls back on the couch headrest, his eyes shut, mouth agape with a soft moan.

You just laying your upper body against him. Your head snuggle at the space between his neck and his shoulder, hands comb through his hair.

“Mnghhh…” you moan softly when your feel his thumb stroking your wet pussy lips and his hips moving upward to make sure his clothed cock press harder in between your slit. You could feel his cock getting harder and bigger.

You give open mouth kisses on his neck as you lazily roll your hip against his pelvis, you giggle when his hips thrust forward to match your rhythm.

“What do you want to eat for dinner?” You asked, voice muffle against his neck.

“You.” Ushijima gives a short answer.

You knew he’s not joking, his answer always straight to the point. You giggle again before your right hand slipped into his pants and took out his cock. The glans was red and glistening with precum.

Ushijima groan when you roll your thumb around the head. And his groan getting louder as you lift your hips to slide your wet slit along his throbbing cock. His hands squeeze your butt.

You love seeing his reaction everytime you’re on top of him. 

So you raised your body, standing on your knees straddling his thighs. Your hand guiding the tip of his cock to your slit. Stroking your wet slit with just the tip.

But it’s enough to make Ushijima bites his lower lip, trying to control his heavy groan.

He open his eyes before lift his head to kiss you. “Fuck, do that again… mnhhh,” he said against your lips.

You giggle and continue gliding the head of his cock along your wet slit.

Hello what are your thoughts on toji x reader but toji has a massive breeding kink

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─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, just porn no plot, drabble, sweaty sex, body worship, mating press, hickeys, biting, overstimulation, marking, mentions of dilf!toji, size kink(?), choking | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Like molten lava Toji’s lips felt pressed against your already warm skin, his weight pressed against your back caging you against the mattress.

His hands were planted around your hips, lifting them just inches away from the mattress to better arch your ass in the right position for him to hump his length inside of you.

With each thrust, his chin rests just in the dip of your shoulder, vocal. His gruff moans and muffled praise about how good you felt were all you could hear over the sound of your own.

Despite coming over three times, Toji seemed to always encourage you to accomplish higher numbers, at least lasting until the point of exhaustion.

All the man had was pent-up energy from years of distracting himself with work and being a single father for so long, providing for his family. 

So when you strutted into his life ready to jump his bones as the first woman to have sex with him since the birth of his son, you better believe Toji took the opportunity to fuck you into his king-sized mattress with open arms.

But that didn't mean that you still couldn’t complain as he fucked you until your legs trembled, your thighs were covered in dark hickeys, pussy was practically raw from the overstimulation and, god forbid, the heat. 

Sweating all over each other as the temperature from your friction seemed to warm up, turning the bedroom into a personal sauna.

Toji’s hips ground into your ass, the angle hit just the right spot that you had whimpering out his name like a prayer.

You felt cock dumb being spread out starch naked and having his weight press you down, his legs in between yours as he held you down in place.

He had disregarded the condom during the first round, and just that reminder had your head spinning.

Your nails fisted into the blankets for dear life as he trailed kisses along the back of your neck. His soothing kisses were soon replaced with teasing bite marks, making you jolt as another orgasm started to creep on both of you.

The feeling was dangerous, having Toji cum inside of you for the first time, all you could think about was him stuffing you full. The possibility of getting you pregnant seemed to be the clearest thought in his mind as he panted against your hips, rutting roughly.

His fingers wrap around your neck, lifting your face from the blankets and craning your neck just enough to catch you in a messy kiss. 

You hadn't given it much thought because you were too preoccupied with the sensation of his sudden deep thrust to breathe properly as his warm cum painted your insides white. 

The rest of his weight fell against you, and the spark you felt having him still inside you as he struggled to catch his own breath was indescribable. 

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cw: levi x afab reader, submissive and breedable levi, ceo levi, blowjobs, office sex, dirty talk

word count: 4.1k

this is dedicated to @bibblelevi <3 mainly because without them i would never have sparked the idea or become feral over sub levi :D

The cl ick click click of your kitten heels against the marble floors echoed throughout the brightly lit office building you walk through. At the end of the hall, a man welcomes you as he opens the door to the elevator up to the 20th floor. It’s not the first time he’s seen you, nor would it be the last.

On the way up that elevator, you ensured your makeup was flawlessly set, that every crease on your tight dress was smoothed out, especially along the low v-cut around your breast, and your hair was fluffed to perfection.

It’s around 3pm. You had the luxury of finding some time to waste and visit your boyfriend just a couple floors up. Throughout the year or so since he got this new job, it was always a pleasure to come pay him sporadic visits when you could.

And honestly, it was highly amusing to see the mesmerizing gape’s on his employer’s faces when you strutted through that work floor.

Everyone loved it when you came to visit. And when you say everyone, that includes the men, the women, and any other helpful staff needed to run such a wealthy business.

You bask in the information they share with you, claiming how soft your man has gone since the two of you had met. It made you blush the first time you heard it, as well as when you hear it now, years later.

When you step out of that elevator, you stop for just a second to small-talk with the floor’s receptionist. Petra, is her name. You’re sure she actually had a little crush on your man, but you couldn’t blame her. He’s such a catch.

Two younger men who also worked under your boyfriend, Eren and Jean, are always delighted to see you and happen to greet you at the reception’s desk. Their mouths practically leak with drool as you entertain them for a couple minutes. You follow them to their desks parallel to each other, leaning over their shoulders to see what they're working on, and giving them a whiff of your expensive perfume their boss buys for you.

“You look amazing today, miss.” Jean comments, leaning back in his chair while his eyes practically fuck you.

“Yeah, it’s a real treat, for sure.” Eren butts in with that iconic boyish grin on his face.

Their rivalry is so apparent, they even try to one-up each other in the compliments they give you. It’s laughable, but oh so cute.

It isn’t until you hear a click of the tongue that the boys straighten up in front of you. As you turn around, you’re delighted to see the man of the day. Dressed in a black slacks, a white button up shirt, and sleeves folded up to his forearms, you flutter your lashes at him.

Levi Ackerman. CEO of Scout’s Enterprise, owner of several hundred stocks, and most importantly owner of your heart, body and soul.

“Hi, baby.” You coo, reaching your hands out to place them on his chest and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Any attention you gave to the two boys behind you is long diminished now and reserved for your man.

Several snickers are heard around the cubicles as they watch you unfold your loving wrath on the important man. Levi takes hold of your hands and grimaces, giving you a knowing look. You know he doesn’t like when you coddle him in front of his employees, they tease him.

You just can’t help it though. You’re so inlove with him.

“Break time. Get some lunch.” He shouts loud enough for everyone to hear. “And leave me the fuck alone of my break, will ya?” He adds, narrowing his eyes at the youngins.

Levi places a hand dangerously low on your back as he leads you to his personal office. His large door closes behind you two, completely drowning out the conversations on the main floor. As you stride towards the mahogany desk, you take note of the stacks of papers, binders, cup holders meant for expensive pens labeled with Levi’s name, and a well dusted picture frame of you two from a while back.

You initially gave it to him as a joke, Levi hated taking pictures when you two met. One date, you managed to snap a picture with him, and you suppose he took a liking to it. You smile at the frame, taking it in your hands and reminiscing on the particular day it was taken.

“Have you eaten?” Levi asks, hands in his pockets and facing you. For 30, Levi still looks as handsome as he did when you met him years ago.

You shake your head. “I’m not very hungry.” You reply, placing the frame back down in it’s respectable spot.

Levi teeters over to you slowly, and you watch him like a hawk. A smile forms on your lips as he starts timidly wrapping his arms around you and pushing your face to his chest. “Missed you.” He murmurs.

You smirk. “What was that, dear?”

“You heard me, you brat.” He huffs, his breath is hot against the exposed part of your chest. “Don’t be silly.”

You giggle. “It’s not silly for a girl to want to hear her boyfriend misses her.”

“Mm.” He responds with a small noise, rubbing your back with his strong hands. He tilts his head back and takes a nice look at you.

“You look great.” He compliments, eyes hungrily staring at your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You sigh, taking his hand in yours and placing it against your cheek.

Your love language is touch. Which was unfortunate at the beginning of your relationship because Levi could barely stand next to you when he met you. Now? He can’t keep his hands off of you for his nor your sake. Any time spent together, you’re practically begging for his touch. And slowly, he learned to adapt to that.

A sudden knock on the door earns a scowl from the ravenette. Rudely, he calls out to whoever's on the other side. “Who the fuck is it?”

A small, timid figure emerges from behind that door. A blonde with golden hair and a cute face. Armin, you think his name is.

“I’m— m’ really sorry, sir. I just need to get a signature on this before 3PM.” He recites with a soft voice, offering a clipboard towards his boss.

“Why wasn’t this brought earlier, Arlert?” Levi barks, snatching the clipboard from the blonde’s dainty hands. He takes one of those pens printed with his name and scribbles an unintelligible sort of cursive. He looks at you, probably to see if you can believe the audacity of this intern but is surprised when your eyes have gone into a roll.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Armin squeaks, he bows at Levi. “Uh— enjoy your lunch!” He squeaks, hightailing it out of the room as soon as he’s gotten what he’s needed and closing the door behind him.

Levi sighs, and turns back to you with a squint. “What’s up?”

You blink at him. “Hm?”

Levi gladly elaborates. “I must be blind or something or I caught you rolling your eyes when that brat was in here.”

You laugh. “Oh, that.”

Levi’s eye twitches as you fail to explain yourself. “Well?”

You move from Levi’s desk with a sigh. Levi Ackerman is such a respectable man. He's a role model, a businessman, a diamond in the rough, if you will. He talks big because he knows his worth, and everyone obeys him because they have no interest in ever crossing him.

Except you.

“Everyone was looking at you, you know?“ He says, interrupting your train of thought as he grabs your cheeks in the palm of one hand. You smile as you realize he’s trying to change the subject, nervously because you failed to give him an answer to his previous question.

“Yes,” You nod. ”They always do. Why? Bothered, baby?” Your words come out muffled and Levi chuckles at the plush of your face squished between his fingers.

“I don’t give a damn what you wear.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he lets go on your face.“But I do mind what those fucking idiots daydream about in their head.” He strides to stand behind his desk. “Stop entertaining those fuckers.”

You turn yourself around and stand. “Who? Eren and Jean?” You say innocently.

“I said fuckers, didn’t I?”

You chuckle. “You don’t have to be so mean to them.” You inform him, pushing some strands of hair from your face. “And besides, it’s fun. They’re very easy to fluster.” You mention, tip-toeing your fingers up his firm chest. He fights demons to focus on your face and not your breasts that are so perfectly displayed in front of him. “Kind of reminds me of someone, don’t you think?”

Levi’s not down for the get down. He tenses up, shakes his head and starts putting together some papers, ignoring you. He mumbles something you can’t quite hear.

“What was that?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. It’s comical the way your voice sounds so pure, but your eyes say “don’t fuck with me.”

The ravenette says nothing. He simply shakes his head. “Mm.”

This makes you laugh, you just can’t help it. And as beautiful as your laugh is to your boyfriend, he knows when he’s made a mistake.

“Baby, you seem.. worked up.” You purr. The click of your heels on his floor lessen as you close in on him. Now, you’ve pushed him into a corner between his chair and you. You stand before him, ass pressed against his desk and a hand stationed to his chest.

You maintain eye contact with him like a predator hunts their prey.

“I’m starting to believe there is something bothering you.” You coo, looking him up and down and motioning him to take a seat in that big chair of his. He obeys, of course.

He sinks into submission as he’s guided into that leather. He bites his tongue, not wanting to mouth off because he knows the consequences of talking back. It’s part of the reason he’s at this point in the first place.

The truth is, he is bothered. It’s apparent with the way he feels blood rushing to his groin as he subconsciously spreads his legs.

“Baby.. it’s been three days. Can you please take it off?” He whines.

This pleases you in such a dark way, you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips. “Oh, do you have manners now?” Your eyes trail down his body and lock on the small tent that has become more noticeable over the past minute.

Just under the fabric of his expensive slacks, and his expensive belt, encases a beautiful cock locked behind a chastity.

Levi grits his teeth as you stare down his pathetic face. He’s needy, and you don’t blame him. Your poor baby had been locked up for three days, that’s the longest he’s ever gone without a release.

“Well?” You taunt, kicking off your heels and settling on his desk. You work your feet up his pant leg, giggling at the way your stockings feel against the fabric. It tickles.

“I’m.. a little worked up.” He admits, watching how delicious your legs look in those black tights. He adores the way the sheen darkens where your legs and feet curve.

“And who’s fault is that?” Your feet make it’s detour toward his crotch. Gently, you hover your soles over his zipper and rub.

Levi grunts at just the smallest bit of friction. His hips buck, just like a bitch in heat. “It’s my fault.”

“What did you do wrong, Levi? Explain.” You ask, simultaneously adding more pressure to where he needs it most. It becomes a fun game of push and pull as he chases your touch with his pelvis.

“I was mean.” He mumbles. “But I’m sorry, I can be good now, I swear.” His pleads are like a symphony to your ears.

There’s nothing sexier than a man in a suit submitting to a little old you.

If you were less horny, and more capable of thinking straight, you’d probably tease him to death. But with Levi being locked up, you had to resort to toys to satisfy your needs and right now, you admit you need him just as much as he needs you.

“Really? You’ll be good?” You ask, extending your leg to land on his shoulder. He revels in your proximity and the view of lack of panties on your part.

“Yes, I p-promise.” He cries.

You slowly blink at his riled up figure, panting and red to the face. “Come show me how good that tongue is,” You spread your legs across his desk. “And then, we’ll talk about how good you’ve been.”

Levi is pouncing at you before you can even finish your sentence. He rushes to the floor, uncaring how rough the surface beneath his knees and goes straight to worshipping your soft legs.

He starts to kiss your calves, all while massaging your feet, relishing in the touch of your stockings. Slowly, he moves farther up your legs, making sure to not let a patch go unkissed. His lips are wet against the fabric, creating small patches of darkened cloth around your legs.

As he worships your bottom, your heart flutters at his determination to make you feel good. If there’s one thing Levi is known for, it's his will of paying attention to the things around him. Through this, he’s learned to be such an attentive lover to you, maybe too attentive at times but there’s no room to complain about that.

Levi knows what makes you tick and right now, you are ticking.

It was more a treat for him than you to decide to leave the house with no panties. Though you weren’t planning on having hot office sex on your boyfriend’s desk during his lunch break, you were thinking of the possibility. Luckily, Levi’s more than happy to have you in front of him all pretty like this. There’s something about the way your pussy being pressed against the lace of your tights that has him unable to stop himself from placing featherlight kisses on the area.

This act alone prys a small mew from your throat. His lips are so delicate against you.

“So pretty.” He murmurs, spreading your legs further apart. You find a comfortable position to place your legs on his shoulders and lean back on your elbows. You glance at his paperwork still lounging on his desk and chuckle. They’ll be long gone to the floor in no time.

Levi peers up at your face through the valley of your breasts, the sight only prompts him to kiss your pussy harder and needier. He moans against it, becoming frustrated he can’t actually feel it and roughly rips a whole in just the right place.

You raise a brow at him, slightly saddened for your stockings. He notices and blinks. “I’ll buy you a whole drawer of new ones.” He promises, then dives his tongue into your cunt.

The thought of promised clothing in your mind has vanished as you feel his hot tongue on you. “A-ah!” You squeak, surprised by the sudden pressure.

Levi smirks, then allows saliva to pool in his mouth and drip from his lips in an attempt to lather you up.

The way your pussy glistens in the light of his office sends waves of pleasure to his groin. He needs to get out of the cage and fast. And the assumed way is suspected to be by your pussy and his mouth.

Quickly, Levi flattens his muscle along your core, licking a nice and sensual stroke up and down to get you wanting more.

You buck your hips at him, beckoning for more and he gives it to you with no question. As he swirls around your folds, he grips your thighs harder to keep you still. You bring a hand to your mouth, trying your hardest to suppress the noises that dare escape your mouth.

“Fu—fuck. Baby, baby..” You whisper, nervously glancing at the door.

Had this not been your boyfriend’s job, you wouldn’t give a damn about making a peep. But even with people on their lunch break, there’s still a risk someone could have stayed behind.

Levi works your clit heavenly with circling fingers, causing your juices to escape your hole for only a quick second until his mouth is on it to eagerly lap up any spillage. He cycles this routine for minutes, causing you to nearly fall over the edge until he comes to an abrupt stop.

“You gotta take me out of this.” Levi whines, he places lazy kisses outside of your labia as he unbuckles his belt. “Please say you brought the key.”

You giggle at the sensation of his gentle lips against your puffy and aroused womanhood. “In my purse.” You mumble drunkenly, pointing to the corner of the room where your belongings lay. Levi quickly gets up, eager to be free as he rummages through the familiar bag. After all, he’s the one who bought you the purse.

He strides back to you, a silver key in, and hands the item to you. You take it with no begging and watch him undress his lower half. He looks at you once he’s finished, and you blink back.

His cock is strained against the metal, probably hot to the touch from wearing it for three days aside from bathing and using the restroom obviously. You bite your lips, smiling at the way it begs to be freed.

You dangle the metal key in your fingers. “I’m giving you one chance, baby.”

Levi nods in an instant, clearly ready to be free from the cage.

“Enough back talk, or next time, I’m leaving you in this for a week and forcing you to watch me fuck myself with my fingers.” You warn, scooting up to the edge of his desk and grabbing the lock.

“Am I making myself clear?” You firmly ask.

“Yes, ma’am.” He promptly answers.

There’s a small clicking noise, and then voila, he’s free.

Levi’s cock practically inflates and springs into action as he’s no longer under the metal restraint. He moans at your delicate touch pumping his reddened cock.

“So sensitive now, huh?” You tease him, rubbing your palm against the head of his dick.

He nods, knitting his brows together and moans. “F-fuck...shit.”

Levi leans back with you as you hop down from his desk, immediately falling to your knees and catching a glimpse of his enlightened face when he realizes what you’re doing. He shifts, walks back to his chair and plops down. His hand meets your cheek as you crawl over to his lap. There, you kiss his hips, then move to his definite v-line.

Levi’s a squirming mess beneath your touch. His dick is twitching in anticipation as you lick a small stripe up the underneath of his balls, something that drives him insane.

“Hah..” He pants profanities and other unintelligible words as you lap him up good.

You revel in his guttural moans, determined to induce a choir of sweet nothings to satisfy your ears. “You sound so precious, Levi.” You purr against his cock.

“Please..”

“Please what? What do you need?”

He whines as he feels the heat of your mouth barely grasping his length. “Please suck me..”

You chuckle. “You’re being so good, telling me what you want.”

He nods his head in agreement, but you’re sure he’s just too dumb to comprehend a proper answer. It’s adorable when he’s like this. So vulnerable and willing to be at your beck and call.

“Be good and stay still.” You tell him just before sinking your mouth around the tip of his cock.

He squirms, but he’s tolerating it as much as he can for being someone that’s been locked up for 72 hours.

Despite the wetness of your tongue, Levi’s soaked at his tip with pre cum. Levi is a leaker, and he used to be embarrassed about it up until you admitted how much you liked the taste of him. After that, he knew never to be ashamed of his bodily fluids. “So sweet.” You comment. “Like always.”

In a silent answer, Levi’s cock pulsates against your tongue. You hum around the length, letting the vibrations add the right amount of pleasure. He groans a little too loud.

“You better keep quiet, baby. Do you want everyone to hear you sounding like a whore?”

He whimpers as quietly as he can. He knows you’re right but you don’t have to sound so sexy while you tell him.

You slowly lower him deeper into your mouth, using your hand to help sheath any exposed cock that your mouth can’t quite get at the moment.

Levi shuts his eyes tight, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as you start to bob your head around him. He’s in pure euphoria when you lazily grab his hand to snake through your hair.

Your hair is so soft in between his fingers. It fucks him up. You in general are just so soft and sweet, and being given the right to defile you actually makes him harder. He doesn’t mind being whored out by you, he could live the rest of his life happy this way.

You’re making a mess, and you’re making it fast. Spit and pre cum have spilled out from beyond your lips and dripped down his pelvis. The sensation tickles his balls, making him moan in bliss.

This alone has him close.

“Baby, I—“

You shush him as you come up for air. “I know, I know. You’re close, hm?”

His brows are knitted together when he nods a yes.

“Good. You know when to ask permission, right? Or are you too dumb off my mouth to remember?” You wait for his answer with your hands gliding up and down his slick cock. You even rub a thumb against his slit.

He struggles to answer but eventually, he lets out a, “I can.. I can remember.”

“Good boy.”

He can hear the smile on your lips.

Nothing prepared him for the way you latch onto his cock and suck the soul out of him. With your hand preoccupied with his balls, you have no way to stop the way he grips your hair in both hands and whines. Your tongue swirls around any veins you can find, and tears start to shed as you push your throat’s limits into fitting his beautiful cock down your windpipe.

The tightness of your throat winds him up. He has no control of the way he throbs and swells around you.

“I— Can I, fuck, can I cum?” He cries, loud and uncaring for who hears.

“Cum for me, Levi.” You reply roughly as you tear away from his cock. You’re back around him in an instant as he shakes deeper down your throat.

“A—ah fuck!” He yelps, keeping your head still with his grip as he cums hard with an insane shudder. His seed travels hot and thick down your throat, with the remaining liquid dripping down his tip when you pull away to swallow.

Levi’s is fucked out on his chair, spewing absolute nonsense as you lap up whatever cum you’ve missed. He traces along the side of your face with his fingers, smiling and content.

“I love you.” He gushes, voice hoarse and deep.

You smile into his palm, nuzzling his strong hand. “I love you.” You whisper back.

With a couple seconds to recoup, Levi is quick to stand and bring you with him. His stamina startled you in the beginning of your relationship, but now, you’ve learned he only needs so long before he’s up and running again.

Levi discards his papers on his desk with a flick and makes room to place you down comfortably. He kisses you with great passion, taking your breath away as well as your right to speak. You mumble a noise against his plush lips.

“Hm?” He mumbles.

“Lunch break is almost over.” You reply, an anxious smile takes over your mouth.

“It’s fine.” He insists. He places soft kisses against the sensitive part of your neck, instantly pushing you into submission. “It’s your turn now, kitten.”

Sloppy with Toji

Ehehe here we go~! ⚜️

Imagine this; you’re a member of the Eternal Paradise cult, kneeling before your god in hopes that he’ll grant your wish. You’ve been trying to have a baby for nearly a year now to no avail. Your periods come regularly, you’ve never had any debilitating sicknesses, and there’s never been a history of infertility in your family, so by all means you should be able to have a child, but still you remain unblessed!

Douma smiles down at you with a hum. “Let’s see what I can do about that”

& — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 !

— # a/n : omg !! fleur !! this was so yummy and delicious !! i hope you like this as much as i do !! i added a bit of more details to the plot, hopefully you don't mind !

— # cw : nsfw !! breeding, mentions of pregnancy, LOTS of cum, cumflation ( kinda ), cheating on your spouse, douma highkey manipulating you into letting him fuck you, very minor character death, unbalanced power dynamics, calling douma your lord, etc .

"really?!"

you asked hopefully, staring up at douma who was seated in his throne of cushions, he was staring down at you - his gorgeous rainbow eyes practically glowing. he nodded his head, a grin on his lips. "of course, i'd be happy to help such a sweet woman." he replied, his large hands gently cupping your face, his thumb stroked your cheek, comforting your anxiety.

you nuzzled into his cold hands, you were on your knees before him, your shoulders moved forward to lean more into his touch. "lord founder douma, how will you help?" you asked with a hopeful glint in your voice.

you had your own husband, the two of you had been trying to convive for months now, but it's just not working! a feeling of pain always crosses your chest when you see your period arrive - you've tried everything in your power, pray, different positions, eating healthier, and nothing! coming to your lord was your last resort.

douma hummed gleefully, he tore his gaze away from you before looking around the room, no one else was present, just you and him, the shoji doors were shut too - perfect timing, douma looked back at you before moving his hands away from your pretty face, he gently caressed your hair.

"undress for me," he said, almost as if he had no care in the world, your eyes widened in surprise at such a command, no way he just requested such a deed. but his gaze was focused on you directly, he was waiting for you to start. gently shaking your head, your hands landed on your lap. your fingers instinctively toying with your wedding band on your finger. "lord founder douma, i mustn't. i-i'm married." you protested, but your words were soft and shaky, sounding unsure.

"really now?" douma replied, he still smiled, not really caring for your spouse. you nodded, "well, you say you have no illnesses that cause infertility and have a normal cycle, maybe it your husband that can't give you the child you crave." douma said raising his pointer finger matter-of-factly, you were left baffled. your husband not being able to give you a child? no! that couldn't be right!

"b-but! i-!" you stammered, your head not being able to wrap around what douma was saying, but he only laughed. "my dear, there is only one way to find out, now, do you want my help or no?" he said, leaning his weight into his palm, you let out a shaky breath. you needed a child, it's the most you craved in your life! being able to bare a sweet child, nurture for it, then watch it grow, this is the future you've always envisioned in yourself. now, douma was giving you two options, either take his help or go back to your possibly infertile spouse.

all your memories were rushing through your head, you knew infidelity would be horrible in your name, "i-i want your help, lord founder douma, b-but my husband - i don't want to be seen as.. a common whore." you spoke quietly, shame bubbling in your chest, how amusing.

douma raised his eyebrow at this, he had forgotten how cruel society was and how condescending they could be, he moved his hand to his chin almost as he was pondering. after a few seconds he snapped his fingers, "i've got it! no need to stress it, i will ensure nothing happens to you and i'll take care of your husband." he said with a smile, bloodlust pooling behind it, he could just kill your husband and play it off as if you were his wife if you were true to bare his child.

his words brought you comfort, a small warm formed in your chest, this was your chance, your chance to become a mother like you've been dreaming of - shaking off the guilt that grew in the back of your head, you nodded. "o-okay, please help me, lord founder douma." you spoke meekly, melting under his gaze.

douma grinned, good girl, clapped his hands together and started down at you. "well, my dear, undress for me."

the noise of skin slapping was loud, bouncing off the room's walls, your moans were broken and loud - your thighs were pushed up right against your chest, douma's large hands holding them flush against your chest.

he had you folded into a nice mating press, douma used his own body weight to keep you right where you are. his claws dug into your skin, barely breaking skin, his grip on the back of your thighs was rough. his hips kept pushing flush against your own, shoving his large cock deep inside you, his cock's tip knocking against your cervix. his cock kept pushing his cum deep inside your cunt, keeping you nice and bred.

your brain was out of it, you had already climaxed over a solid four times, and probably more, douma has had his fair share of climaxes too, but his stamina was much stronger than yours - he had no means of stopping, not yet, at least.

he needed to ensure that he could fulfill your prayers, make you bare his child, make sure you'd be nice and round by the next few months. besides, your cute little reactions only made the experience better, your fucked out face, your begs, your moans, how compliant you were. by now, he knew he would discard of your husband, you were too cute - there was no way you would slip through his fingers.

there was a thin sheet of sweat that covered your bodies, small drops of sweat slowly rolling down your skin, douma was loving it. as he fucked you senseless, there was pleasured grin on his lips, his pace not faltering, in fact, it felt like he was going faster. too fast for your fucked out brain to process.

your moans were slipping past your lips like an endless melody, you just couldn't hold yourself back from being loud while douma fucked you senseless.

you felt stuffed, it felt like his thick cum was bloating out your stomach; if that was even possible. yours hands gripped his thighs as he pounded in and out of you, over and over again.

douma wasn't quiet either, moans slipped past his lips freely, as well as dirty talk, his mouth was foul, but it only made your walls tighten around him.

douma's head rolled back slightly as his hips kept smashing against yours, a fucked out smile on his lips, "you keep sucking me in, my dear!~ you really want me to leave you nice a b-bred, huh? you want to have your god's child, don't you?~" he babbled out, you just cried out and nodded your head eagerly. "y-yes, m'lord, please! give me your children!" you cried out almost desperately.

douma groaned, sweet woman, begging for his cum, begging to bare a demon's child unknowingly. no worries, he will fulfill anything you beg him for.

your cunt was an absolute mess, his cum even stained your thighs as well as his pubic bone and balls, the amount of cum that was shared in between the two of you was downright filthy, but it felt so good. the thought of your husband was fucked right out of your brain, the only thing you could think about was douma, his cum, and being his pretty little breeding bunny.

douma's moans only got louder and louder as the seconds passed, a tight pressure coarsing through his body. "oh, my dear!~ m'gonna cum again! m'gonna f-fill you up nice and good!" he moaned out happily, his smile still on his lips as his eyes rolled back sensually.

douma bit his bottom lip at the pleasure he felt, small drops of sweat slowly gliding down his temple.

you nodded your head at his words, incoherent moans and begs for his cum leaving your lips. drool pooled from your lips as your body was used as a cumdump but, that's what you wanted, right?

douma finally shoved his cock deep inside your cunt, pressing his cock right against your cervix, his cum came spurting out - a whorish moan leaving his lips as his eyes rolled back in glee, he still bit his bottom lip, but he was still smiling. he was almost like a dog in heat, fucking you over and over.

you gasped, feeling another round of cum fill your cunny, it almost felt like he was filling up your womb!

normally, a normal man's cock would soften up by now, but after douma's cum stopped spurting out of him, he only looked down at you. grinning, douma moved one hand and slapped your cheek, making sure you don't pass out on him. you stared at him hazily, you swore he could fuck you till you passed out - and you knew that he wouldn't stop even then. douma pouted fakely seeing you like this.

"aw, c'mon, my dear! don't die out on me yet! you asked for this, didn't you?" he said, and you meekly nodded. douma hummed, pleased with your answer, he then pulled his hips back and thrusted back inside you. "well, let's continue!" he said joyfully, going back to fucking you senseless.

the squelching noises that came from your cunt were loud and obnoxious, his cum practically pooled below you, the sticky substance leaving strings connecting to your skin as his with every thrust. your body shook in overstimulation, how could he not be tired? but, you still cried out in pleasure, maybe some pain mixed in from the general overstimulation and his claws digging into your skin.

needless to say, it was no surprise to see your stomach slowly bloating up after a few months later. his heir growing in your womb, your husband now out of the picture with douma filling in the spot.

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it’s him, it’s fanfic!eren

BITE MY TONGUE — toji fushiguro.

ABOUT: upon paying a visit to your local tattoo parlour, you leave more than satisfied.

WARNINGS: sub fem reader, tattoo artist au, overuse of petnames, tiddy sucking, finger sucking, body writing, teasing, talk of toji being a bad dad.

WORDS: 2.5k.

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"what can i do ya for, princess?"

though you rolled your eyes at the pet name, your stomach did a flip as the attractive, inky haired individual posed the question. instead of thinking up a clever retort, you merely shook his flirtatious smirk off and explained your ideas for the intricately detailed floral arrangement that you wished to have tattooed on your sternum.

"got any other tats, doll? it's gonna hurt, better make sure y'r prepared."

"yes," you mumbled weakly, finding yourself somewhat intimidated as toji stood up from his chair. his sheer size was frightening, and his black tank top that revealed his own heavily tattooed skin did nothing to soften the man's image.

"don't be nervous; i don't bite. follow me and we'll get ya set up. name's toji, by the way."

you trailed few steps behind him, eyes flickering between the dark lines adorning his skin. you could make out different sized depictions of koi fish and dragon scales, of pagodas and spider lilies. there was even some lettering in amongst the patterns — you assumed that they were the names of those important to him: "megumi" and "tsumiki".

he led you to a backroom and motioned for you to take a seat as he started to set up his station. toji pulled out a folder full of his premade sketches and, lo and behold, you fell in love at first sight. looking up to him with your wide and bright doe eyes, you explain precisely what you wanted as well as placement.

"i'm gonna need ya to take your shirt off, doll," toji instructed, "gotta look at where i'll be tattooin'."

heat rushed to your cheeks at the question, shrouding you with embarrassment. you knew that you'd have to get topless in order to get your desired tattoo, but you hadn't imagined that the artist would be so darn attractive. it took him looking away, busying himself with his inks before you could muster up the courage to slip your shirt over your head. it left you clad in your lacy pink bra that perfectly complimented your skin tone, or at least that's what toji thought. he had to maintain his professional composure, however, you were making it incredibly difficult.

"bra too, sweetheart," he requested, "i can give ya some pasties if ya want, but i gotta see that skin,"

you debated his offer, though ultimately declined — they wouldn't make a massive difference anyways. leaning forward in your chair as you reached around to unhook your bra, only to fumble with the clasp.

"need a hand there?" toji smirked, an empty offer masquerading as a sleazy joke. he hadn't anticipated for you to say yes.

you'd have his hands on you at some point, so why not allow him to help? toji's large hands made quick work of your bra, skillful fingers unhooking it. in an attempt to alleviate your nervousness, you tried to make small talk with the man - but what came out was certainly not what you intended.

"it looks like you're quite experienced at this," you stuttered as soon as the words left your lips, wishing to suck them back in. toji cocked a brow as he looked at you, wondering if you'd really just made a comment on how experienced with women you perceived him to be.

"i- i mean- your tattoos! not, umm, anything else!" you spluttered, mentally cursing at yourself.

"i've done my fair share." he chuckled, loving how flustered you already were. "tattoos and women, that is."

you truly couldn't decipher the seriousness behind his tone, even wondering if he was mocking you. "i, erm, i think i'll go. . ." you mumbled as you reached for your discarded shirt.

"come on now, sweetheart! i'm only messing with ya. it's all business here. . ." he gave you that look, as if sizing you up, before adding a barely audible "unless ya ask nicely."

you allowed yourself to listen, getting yourself comfortable in the chair, and toji began preparing you as he did all of his clientele. the pair of you just made small talk for the time being, mostly him talking about his own tattoos and how he got into the business, including sharing that the names on his back were of his children. that line in particular made your heart drop, because of course a guy this attractive was already in a relationship.

"i bet both your kids think you're the coolest," you replied, shivering slightly as toji's calloused hands graze over your sensitive skin. "you know, having a tattoo artist for a dad."

"wouldn't know," he responded flatly. "both live with their mothers; i jus' see 'em every now and then. it's better that way, i guess — ain't go no asshole to fuck 'em up."

"oh," you really weren't expecting that revelation, let alone for him to be so open regarding such deeply personal details. "i'm sorry."

"'s fine, really."

the two of you sat in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. you internally reprimanded yourself for ruining the atmosphere, and toji was left to dwell in thoughts of what could have been if it had worked out with his past lovers. it wasn't until the man accidentally brushed his hand over your nipple that the uncomfortable silence that had descended finally ceased. and for the third time during this short appointment, you begged for a mystical black hole to appear and to swallow you whole.

you moaned as toji's thumb danced over your skin, albeit for a brief moment. he looked at you in both shock and awe, amazed at how pretty your whimper sounded — imagine what he could do if he was actively trying to pleasure you. his confidence once again grew evident due to the smirk plastered on his features, akin to cheshire cat leering at you whilst you hurried to gather your things and leave.

"what's the rush, princess? got a hot date to get to?"

you didn't have anything to say, simply staring at the flooring as your face heated up in embarrassment.

"c'mon, i see the way ya look at me. you ain't foolin' no one, darlin'. now how about ya sit yourself back down and i can give ya a little bit more than a tattoo?"

he'd read you like an open book, even having picked up on the pet names that made your knees buckle most.

"if it's any consolation, sweetheart, i think y'r the prettiest thing that's ever walked into this shop."

and with that, toji inched towards you. his large hand cupped your cheek, caressing your soft skin. he gave you ample opportunities to push him away or to withdraw yourself, but you failed to make even the slightest indication of resistance as he moved to plant his lips on your own. you would have expected a man of his genre to be harsh and bitter, yet every little shift of each muscle was laced with a sincerity and gentleness that you hadn't felt before. kissing him back with a certain fervour, you could feel the corners of his lips turn upwards and the scarred skin around his lips graze over your own. 

toji’s hands found your tits, eagerly groping at your chest whilst paying extra close attention to your sensitive nipples. he took a moment to move his mouth downwards, trailing a line of sloppy kisses towards your stiff bud. you couldn’t hold back your whines as the man took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around and suckling lightly. instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, working to pull him closer to you. there was an evident bulge in his tight jeans, and you brushing against it drove toji absolutely feral as he ravaged your body. 

“fuck, princess,” he growled against your skin, his hand edging dangerously close to your waistband. your mind felt too hazy to conjure an adequate response, resorting to bucking your hips against toji’s hand. although he understood, he wanted to hear you say it. “big girl words, darlin’,”

a group of strangled moans and barely coherent pleas fell from your lips, only for toji to shoot you a playful yet threatening glare. “please…” you mumbled, looking away in embarrassment once again. “wan’ you to touch me, toji,”

“atta girl.”

and with that, toji shuffled you out of the rest of your clothing, not halting until you were fully bare underneath him. the slight cower you had perfectly contrasted the anticipation and lust present in your blown pupils that practically shone under the studio’s lighting. you crossed your arms over your chest, not liking feeling so exposed. toji wasn’t a fan of this, however, for he quickly scooped up your wrists and pinned them above your head with a single hand. the other moved between your legs, assessing how wet you already were for him. his thumb caught your clit as it moved over your arousal, eliciting a drawn out cry of his name. 

“you’re already drippin’, princess,” 

you opened your lips to retort but failed to utter a single sound before toji slipped his thumb into your mouth, commanding you to suck it clean. you followed his orders perfectly, looking up at him with the most innocent, wide eyes that you could muster. once satisfied, you released the digit with a lewd “pop!”.

“shit, baby,” 

without letting go of your wrists, toji used his free hand to shimmy down his jeans and boxers, revealing his heavy cock. it slapped against his stomach, standing tall and already leaking beads of pre. your eyes widened at the sight, wondering if the man actually planned on putting it in you.

as though he had sensed your concerns, toji positioned himself to rest his cock against your stomach, getting a view of just how deep he’d be inside of you. smirking once again, he couldn’t help himself from grabbing a marker from his tattoo station and drawing a line across your lower stomach, just above the tip of his cock. 

“ready f’me, hon?” he asked, waiting for you to nod your head before he sunk his cock deep into your cunt. it was a stretch at first, with toji going as slowly as possible so as not to hurt you. strings of curses filled the room, accompanied with the squelch of the man working his way into your cunt. his free hand sought out your swollen clit, alternating between massaging delicate circles and swiping side to side in order to see what you liked best.

by the time that toji had finally bottomed out inside of you, tears were brimming along your lash line. he stayed still for a moment, allowing you to better adjust to having his fat cock buried inside of you. 

"you know, darlin'," he began to muse, "you'd look real fuckin' cute with a tattoo here." 

toji picked up his marker once again, and sketched a small rose on the left side of your stomach. each stroke of his pen was done with precision and care; in that moment he was truly an artist painting his blank canvas. it took him a few minutes until he was done, asking you what you thought of it. 

"can always get ya something a little more slutty if ya want," he added before doodling on your inner thigh, and a set of butterflies soon appeared on your skin. at this point, you'd been cockwarming him for a while and were ready for him to fuck your brains out. this resulted in feeble attempts to buck your hips against toji. 

"stop fuckin' moving, sweetheart. i'll ruin that pretty little cunt of yours in a sec, yeah? just gimme five more minutes."

that five turned to ten, and ten to twenty. your entire body ached for an orgasm, and couldn't take toji's teasing any longer. at this point, he'd sketched a good few tattoos on your thighs, and was currently working on his pride and joy for you: a filthy womb tattoo, with intricate spirals linked to a heart in the centre. with a few final swishes of his pen, toji left you with his name written inside of the heart. 

as soon as you heard the clatter of him putting down the pen, your pussy clenched in anticipation. toji did consider asking you to beg for it, but you looked so fucking cute covered in his markings that he couldn't hold himself back for a moment longer. he slid all of the way out of your cunt and pushed all of the way back in, beginning with a slower pace. if it wasn't for his grip on your wrists, you would be dragging your nails down his muscular back. 

toji's balls slapped against the fat of your ass as he sped up a little bit, brushing over the sweet spot that made your back arch. "fuck, darlin', if ya keep squeezin' me like that, i ain't gonna last," 

even with such little effort, toji had you falling apart underneath him. you admired the flexing of his biceps as he used his grip on your wrists as leverage to fuck into you, beads of sweat running down them. because of how long he’d already been in you, both of you had heightened sensitivities and your respective orgasms were already on the horizon.

you’d been reduced to inaudible begs of “more”, unable to find the strength for anything else. you came with a cry, gushing all over toji’s cock. your cunt pulsed around him, sucking him in as though she was craving his cum. it took every ounce of self control for toji not to fill your pussy with his seed, as he instead opted for pulling out of you. although your babbles shifted to complaints at the loss of contact, the man released onto your lower stomach with a few languid pumps of his cock, defiling your pretty self with his thick, ivory ropes. 

he held you still for a moment before placing a kiss to your chest and putting himself back into his jeans: if it wasn’t for the sweat that stuck his raven hairs to his forehead, passers by wouldn’t have expected that anything else was up. meanwhile, you were left lying on his seat, covered in both his sketches and cum, completely nude - you’d even left a wet spot between your legs. toji worked to clean you up, quietly reassuring you that you were okay and praising you for having done such a good job for him. knowing that he couldn’t consciously tattoo you now, he offered to drive you home to make sure that you were safe. it was a simple gesture, the gravity of it only becoming clear upon realising exactly how out of character this was for him. 

toji had taken a liking to you, and the phone number that he’d left scrawled on your thigh showed as much. 

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