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He is so sweet and manly it hurts!

kirishima manhandles you so easily without trying. just moves you out of the way with his hands on your hips, picks you up and places you on ledges, sweeps your legs out from under you to carry you bridal style, drags you to the edge of the bed by your thighs, gets you from sitting on his face to lying on your back in a motion so quick and fluid it has your head spinning. and i don’t think he really knows he’s doing it, it’s not like he even has to think about it, it’s natural for him to throw you around like a ragdoll with how strong he is — one day you tell him you love the way he manhandles you and he’s like “i… manhandle you???”

Kirishimas such a sweetheart, so gentle. But he also gets impossibly hard in your throat when he hears you gag on his dick for the first time.

So much that he wraps a large hand over the expanse of your skull and gently but firmly pushes you down on him just to hear you make that wet, gurgly gagging sound again, placing his other hand on your throat to feel the bulge and moaning.

He immediately cums when you look at him with fat tears pearling down your face

big bro sukuna because im a sucker for sibling au

Part 2

Just thinking about the Todoroki family's ~quirkless~ last child. And how she was an even bigger disappointment than the rest of her failure siblings where they at least have quirks and she's been nothing but a burden her entire life, freeloading with no prospects and zero talent. HOWEVER, on her eighteenth birthday… the Todoroki household is finally going to have her lazy ass earn her keep. One. Turn. At a time.

TW: incest, dubcon, one lesbian slur, virginity-loss, double-penetration, anal, bondage, bukkake, just one gangbang after the other, overstimulation, mind break, don’t know what got into me, SO MUCH SMUT

fem reader

FAMILY FUN

Mommy and Daddy have their go with you first and your brothers bitch and whine because they just know your virgin cunt’s not gonna be as tight after. 

And they’re right. 

If the thick fingers harshly prepping you don’t break you in first, Daddy’s towering red-bulged cock sure as fuck will. 

Your body doesn’t even allow the tip of his cockhead entry at first. But Daddy doesn’t let your virginity stop him for long, as he takes you by the hips with his strong sturdy hands and splits through your way too tight pussy from behind. Filling you up snug and then some until you swear he’s as deep as your throat.

And Mommy moans out her coos as she strokes your hair, Daddy’s large foot placed at the back of your skull, stomping your head into her slick cunt where your cries drum her clit. 

And Daddy’s balls are so heavy, clapping against your clit as he burrows the red-angry tip of his cock against your cervix brutally at a pace that has your perky tits swinging against the sheets with burns. Belly-bulge hurting where you’re going lightheaded with moans as you lap up Mommy’s juices. 

You try telling them you can’t breathe, you try telling them you’re going to tear apart soon, but they just remind you of your manners with a smack to the cheek of both your face and ass while sternly telling you not to speak with your mouth so full.

You’re allowed some relief as Daddy finally lifts his foot off your head when your pussy’s not giving him too much trouble anymore, now that your silky slick is coating even his balls and his cock is gliding in and out of your velvety walls with your juices dripping onto the sheets, making them damp as though you’ve wet yourself.

But, Mommy’s still not done with your pretty face and cups your head close to her cunt so she can rub her clit against your little pink tongue for you to drink up her spill.

“Yes, baby, keep licking- Mommy’s going to cum soon~” Rei coos as she fervently bucks her hips to angle her crotch against your slicked-up face, rubbing her pussy up and down from your chin to your nose, bathing you in her juices.

She’s watching Enji plunge his fat cock, which nearly broke her at your young age and has only grown fatter with the years since, deep into your tight virgin cunt, smiling at how your thighs quake because of it where your knees only barely skim the sheets as Daddy has you lifted to meet his sharp angry thrusts far into your ribcage. 

It makes her sweaty and giddy to see you struggling to compensate so prettily for them right before she cums on your panting pretty pink tongue. 

She wants to comfort and reward you for being so obedient to them. Help you feel good too.

“Come here, my baby~” She pouts, guiding you up with two hands cupping your messy face, having you crawl on your hands and knees with Daddy driving his hot rod through your taunt tightness until your head collapses against her tits from the force of his unyielding pummeling where he has your ass red from smacking against his pelvis as he makes you take his dick, all the way out before all the way inside again.

Mommy coos at you with a hand petting your weary head as she motions your slack jaw towards her nipple for you to suck on, giggling while feeling your pussy leaking onto her toes beneath you. 

“Aw~ you’re so wet, sweetie~” She squeals happily, thinking about giving you a playful foot-job to help you relax and cum for them, but shimmies down further until her head’s placed between your glossy thighs instead, right where Enji’s fat sweaty sack’s swinging heavily back and forth like a swing-set as he pounds your poor cunt. Juicy-full balls clenching with thick pumping veins in wait to empty their big load inside their daughter’s virgin womb. 

She licks at the sheen coating your thighs and hums at the mix of salty sweat and sweetness, her warm breath on that pretty little swollen clit of yours. Plump and blushed and so very sensitive. 

She gave the pretty bead a quick kitten lick just to tease you and you keeled over with a scream from the intensely overstimulated orgasm it forced onto you, electric thrills zipping along your thighs throughout the tips of your curled toes, the side of your face mushed hard into your parent’s damp pillow where Mommy came just a minute ago before you. 

And you clenched hard on Daddy’s dick, giving his fat raging pole a tight squeeze of gratitude before you flushed him with sweet pussy-juice. And Mommy’s sucking you while you squirt on her face and Daddy’s fucking you through it and your tiny fists clench the sheets where you shake with pleasure with your tongue lolling out of your mouth and your eyes rolling all the way back into your skull as you moan out like a dirty little whore.

The last thing you remember is Mommy eating Daddy’s cum from your creamed cunt before you wake up, still on your knees, though now with Touya-Nii's cock on your face. A hard and weighty length balanced right between your eyes.

“Yisss, baby-siss, just like that, keep kissing ‘em just like that.” Big brother groans aggressively through clenched teeth as he fists the hair at the nape of your neck with a tug to angle your face into his sack.

He doesn’t care how many times you cum on that vibrating egg he stuffed your cunt with, he only cares that you look pathetic on your knees as you moan while suckling his balls like you’re desperately hungry for his milk. 

He doesn’t know why Natsuo’s going through the trouble of prepping you for anal with a wet rim job either.

If it was him, he’d just stick it to you raw and hear you cry and whine while you adjust to the fatness staking home in your ass. Perhaps give you a smack if you complain too much. 

If it ain’t gonna be painal then what the fuck’s the point of anal at all, right? But, it sure looks like you’re grateful for it the way your rocking back into your Natsu-Nii’s face as he slurps your butt while you kiss bigger Nii-san’s ball-sack like a fish being fed. 

He’s watching Natsuo gorge himself between your perfectly round bum, shaking his head and clicking his tongue at his amateur younger brother, thinking he’s going to blow his load before he even gets to enter your ass with how desperately he’s fisting his cock. 

Touya just rolls his eyes with a scoff and fingers the tiny remote control in his hand like a menace, grinning while listening to the thrums of the egg get louder, liking how you shift on your knees with a whine, more slick running down your thighs as they tremor from the climax. Your eyes take another barrel roll as your jaw slacks even looser, falling open and taking his balls even better into your warm wet receiving mouth with a soft grateful moan.

He doesn’t really want to fuck your cunt the same day the old man’s blown his load inside you. He’d rather wait until nightfall and fuck you while you sleep after your shower when you’re nice and clean and even dopier, where he can have you all to himself. 

Right now, though, he’s going to settle for painting your pretty face and tits and having you lick him up like a lollipop while Natsuo breaks in your ass. 

You look good down on two knees like that, holding onto his thighs with your tongue lapping his scrotum, begging for the cum stored inside them like a thirsty little mind-broken whore. You’re adorable sucking and licking at him more desperately each time he gives your face a mean slap with his heavy dick, aiming at you with the harsh hard spine of his Jacob’s ladder for extra motivation. He likes the little teardrops hanging off your lashes and dripping down your cheeks, crying all cute and shit while you kiss his nuts.

He thinks he’d like to give you a golden shower once. Piss right into your wide-open mouth, make you drink it, gag and nearly drown in it while he fucks your throat, and make you thank him after swallowing it all. He should bring his friend over. He bet Shiggs would love to make a toy out of you. He does the most disgusting things to unwilling skanks, he can’t wait to see what he’d do to you who’ll lie still with your mouth agape and your legs spread like such an obedient little cum-slut. 

Your Shiggs’ type. Cute, pretty, and docile as you are. He bet he would take your anal virginity the right way; stick it in with no warning, your face on the floor with his toes hooked in your mouth to keep you grounded and screaming. Shiggs would sit on your face afterward and have you give him a wet rim as thanks for giving your ass a good buttfuck instead of this pussy-foot bullshit Natsuo’s doing.

But shit, it looks like his kid-brother really enjoys giving his kid-sister a nice sloppy butt-tonguing. And looks like you’re really loving it as well with the way you’re moaning and glucking on his cock and balls, so eager he’d think you’d been doing it all your life.

Granted, you’re a bit clumsy with it. But Touya doesn’t mind. He likes messy.

Finally, he pulls you from frenching his balls. Hooking a thumb behind the row of lower teeth in your mouth to tug your chin down so you don’t accidentally bite him when he shoves his length inside your warm drooling cave and starts hacking at the back until your throat gives and you have him swallowed down as deep as your jugular.

And he keeps you there.

And in the silent panic of choking you feel Natsu-Nii’s tongue wriggle inside your butt as Touya’s strong hand cups your skull, your nose nudged against his stiff white pubic hairs, his cock lodged all the way down your tight constricting tunnel as you convulse with hiccups and coughs you try holding down to please him, swallowing your spit around him until he feeds your throat full of bitter seed that runs thinly down your pipe until laying in a warm pool in your gut. 

“There you go- swallow, baby-sis.” He orders, shuddering while he moans, still with his hand clamping your head down on his cock. His other hand squishing his ball-sack against the drool on your chin as he makes a few more sudden jerks with his hips.

He pulls your head off by giving your hair another yank, and you gulp like you’re coming up for air, and he drops a splatter of spit onto your face with jaded eyes. 

“You’re welcome.” He snickers, letting go of you with a satisfied sigh where you land on your palms and cheek in a flurry of coughing up and swallowing down spit and cum that’s got your throat raw on choking. 

His pants are pulled up when you gather yourself enough to look up from laying in a slumped heap on the dirty floors his Docs just stood on. He’s already fingering a cigarette with his phone held before him, sounds from a videogame coming through the speaker as you catch him leave through the door. 

Talking through the smoke he’s got pressed between his lips, words slightly handicapped because of it. “Drop your joystick, loser- and come tag-team my useless sister later.” 

Some quick-paced controller clicks pass along the intrusive loudness of shooting and screams. “Which one?” A rusty voice croaks and your guts churn knowing who it is.

“Tch- the quirkless one that isn’t a dike, dumbass-” Touya talks back and it’s the last you catch of the conversation before the door slams shut behind him.

And by that time, it seemed your other brother was done feasting on your firm hole, wiping the drool off his chin before hoisting you from the ground up on the sticky leather couch he, Touya, and Touya-nii’s questionable friends sit on and play questionable games while drinking questionable liquors.

You hadn’t really noticed you were in the game-room before now, though didn’t get long to wonder how or when you’d gotten there before nii-san shoved your head down into the cold couch seat.

Like father, like son, Natsuo also wants you face-down and ass-up, bending you over into a low bow that had your back in a slope and your ass nudged tight against his crotch where he stood wide-legged behind you, rubbing his stiff dick in the wet of his spit between your plump cheeks. 

Though, unlike Daddy, he’s not allowing you to clutch the sofa for support. 

Nah, Natsuo has your arms roughly pulled behind your back instead as he begins nudging his pre-cum leaky cockhead inch by fat inch into your taut asshole. 

You try and wheeze out a little prayer for him to go slower, but you choke on the words as he pushes with a strength you just can’t fight all the way inside your virgin butt until his balls are pressed firmly against the puffy lips of your wet drooling pussy. You whine and he groans as he feels the egg inside your other hole pulse against his shaft with your tight ass clenching around him like a vice. 

“Fuh-uuck-” He groans out, like a bull, having your wrists go blue with how hard he’s gripping them as he drags his shaft out slowly. He nearly cums right then as you squeeze him even tighter, biting his lip harshly to hold back.

He thinks your moans are so pretty. Girly little mews like a pet kitten. Such a good girl taking him so well and so deep, lying there so obediently beneath him with your ass nudged teasingly back into him.

He can barely take it. 

He’s taking his perky little sister in her perfect and tight ass for her very first time. And it feels so fucking goodhe has to lean his forehead against the couch cushion before him, drowning his head in the plush leather while panting and groaning with his back in a hunch as he curves into your butt as deep as he can.

Droplets of sweat go dripping down his chest and you feel it trickle down the slide of your spine, some of it running between your ass-cheeks, gliding along where he’s stuffing into your behind slowly and carefully as though he’s savoring every single inch of you hugging him.

He nearly tells you that he loves you when he blows, ending up biting the leather he has his face pressed against instead as he pumps pulse after pulse of thick hot cum deep inside you.

He feels slightly bad for you as you lie there panting and exhausted, with the hole he just ravaged twitching and gaping while leaking with his load. He wants to hold you as you sleep, both your sweaty bodies pressed tightly against each other while he has you cock-warming him all through the night. But unfortunately, there are others in the house that still haven’t gotten their share of you yet. So, the last thing he does is kiss your temple before carrying you off to the one next in line.

And unlike the prior threesomes, Fuyumi wants you all to herself. 

She was slightly pouty because Natsuo got a crack at you before her along with Touya, given she’s older, but dealt with it while watching your exhausted little sweaty face suck on the worn panties she’d stuffed your mouth with. And then she felt kind of happy that her brothers and Daddy had taken you before her and thought for a moment to ask Shoto if he as well wanted to have a go before she got started. 

She thinks you look really sweet with all their dried cum caking you up like frosting.

She puts her mouth to the stains on your ass and gives it a taste, wondering whether she can guess who’s who. With Touya being such a booze-junkie, she’d wager his cum tastes like acid, which meant the flecks on your bum weren’t him. Which in turn meant it must be Natsuo, given Daddy wouldn’t waste a single drop worth of his precious cum anywhere except for deep within your tight cunt.

Humming at her deduction, she pushed her glasses back tight to her bridge. “Wake up, Imouto,” She purred and gave your ass a light clap, watching it jiggle with an endeared smile as more of Natsuo’s cum dribbled out of your still-twitchy butthole. 

You moaned and suckled some on the sweetness of the thing stuffing your mouth as you once again stirred from yet another black-out you’d fallen in after your brothers had their fun with you. Lying on your belly with something tying both your wrists behind your back.

The smell of the new place was sweet, and by that, you knew it was your older sister’s room even with the blindfold she’d wrapped your eyes with.

“Have you had fun today?” She asks gleefully while mounting you, her manicured hands dipping into the cake of your ass before spreading the cheeks, watching you expand and flutter around nothing, whiteness leaking from both places. “Mmh… I can tell you’ve had cock stuffed in all your lucky holes.” She chuckled softly. “So many big birthday gifts for you on your special day… you want mine too, birthday girl?”

Your hands fidgeted behind your back the more you came to as your sister's warm thickly strong thighs rubbed against your soft ones while she played paddy-cake with your buttcheeks. 

“I don’t think I need any extra lube with how prepped you are for me already.” She commented and you felt something cold and rounded press against your heat where she bucked her hips some on top of you until the tip of it shimmied its way between your still tingly lips, starting to stretch your sore muscle open again. “So- maybe I’ll just puuush…” She croons while watching your pretty hole spread around it, moaning as she forces the thick toy inside you with one swift roll of her waist. “Right inside.” 

Her eyes are glued to the strap-on stuffing you and the cum oozing out from the sides as she bottoms out, leaving no room left inside. Smiling calmly while she listens to you moan while you suck on her underwear, watching your wrists wring against each other where she’d bound them together with her old pink skip-rope.

“This cock just slips right into you, doesn’t it, Imouto?” She giggles again. “Right in where it belongs, hmm, Imouto?”

She starts riding you, rolling her hips against your ass. The thick silicon drilling into your cunt. In deep and out again. Her nails clawing into the plush chunks of ass as she spreads you to look into your other hole and how adorably it flexes around the absence of Natsuo. She does like Dabi and spits on you, watching gleefully as the blob slips and disappears inside you.

“You like cock, don’t you, Imouto?” She coaxed with a condescending giggle while fucking you, leaning down against your naked back with her large breasts squishing against your shoulder blades, her warm breath hot on the shell of your ear as the toy reached way too deep inside your already sore tenderness. “Right?” She whispered, giving your earlobe a lick before laughing some again, rocking her hips back and forth with the dildo already pushed as far into you as it could reach.

You nodded your head and tried squeaking out a yes through the gag as your toes curled and reached on repeat.

“Yes?” Your sister piqued and you continued your desperate nodding with the aim of pleasing her. “You only like cock?” She asked then, her tone suggestively tense, and you had the crawling feeling she’d led you straight into a trap.

Fuyumi clicked her tongue three times in a row while shaking her head slowly, lifting her weight off your back to get access to your plush ass again, giving the flesh a harsh slap while keeping her strap-on situated deep inside you still.

“Bad Imouto.” She scolded and you whined out a cry upon the sting left on your flesh. “Daddy doesn’t want you to just like cock- he wants you to looove cock.” She explained while tightly fucking into the sponge wall at your very depths on repeat, making you give a muffled whimper as your brows intertwined with pain. “Let’s try again, hmm? Imouto, do you like cock?”

This time you shook your head, hoping she was kind enough to allow you some mercy.

“No? You don’t like cock, Imouto?”

You shook your head some more and your sister giggled once again.

“Do you love cock?” She watched you nod your head, and started to rock against you again with speed. Nudging the silicone in and out of you, watching you make the toy glossy with slickness as she fucked you into another orgasm that had your ass dance for her. “Yesss, good, you love that feeling in your tight little pussy, you love taking that cock-” She moaned, teasing your cunt some more with the fat dildo before popping it out of you to watch your cunt spasm around the void it used to fill. Smiling down at the pretty show until calmly slinging her leg over you and hoping off as though she’d been riding a horse that had reached its destination. 

You coiled against the bedsheets like a caterpillar in the aftershocks of your peak. Turning around to better breathe while your hips stuttered and nails made indents in your palms. And Fuyumi giggled at your pathetic crumbling composure while grabbing ahold of your ankles, spreading them before latching something around each two. And with it, you were unable to close your legs again. 

And then you heard the thrums of something familiar.

Something dangerous and something you definitely didn’t want touching your body right after peaking. You wiggled in the anxious anticipation before feeling the strict intense vibrations patter against your way too sensitive clit going haywire beneath the assault.

“Here you go~ Happy birthday, baby~” Fuyumi mollycoddled while watching you sob into your gag, limbs tensing while your chest heaved and your little toes cramped. 

You whimpered in panic as your thighs quaked by the stimuli, and Fuyu-Nii hummed in amusement as she snickered. 

“How many times have we made you cum today, Imouto?” She asked as she pulled her now wet with drool underwear out of your whiny mouth.

“I don’t n-” You cried with glossy strings snapping between your panting lips.

“You don’t know?” Your sister questioned, feigning being appalled. “Daddy’s right, you are a spoiled little brat, aren’t you?” She spat, whipping the wet lace undergarment across the bare flesh of your tits, making you yelp. “It’s all right, Imuoto. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” She cooed then after, and you felt her soft lips kiss along the welt left behind by the strike before giving each of your nipples a teasing little smooch. “Big sis is here to teach you how to be a good and grateful little whore.”

The blindfold wrapped upon your eyes left little to be seen sept from darkness, but your other senses aided you well at your loss of vision. Feeling the warmth close to your face and the reek of sweet sweaty pungent lust wafting close to your nose.

“Open up, Imouto. Open wide for me.” Your sister commanded and you had a fair idea what was going to enter your mouth once you did. “Taste yourself.” She said softly in a whisper, before she pushed the fat silicon between your teeth and onto your tongue, all the way through your gaping mouth until your plump swollen lips locked around the mock base separating you from her cunt. “Does it taste good?” She continued in her sweet tone while fucking your face slowly, letting you clean the toy of all your mess. “Probably tastes like Daddy.” She giggled. “I bet he had a good time breeding your silly little pussy full of his ball juice.”

She kept cooing and praising you as you sucked on her makeshift cock, violent vibrations on your clit as you heard her playing with yet another trinket, this time sounding of the metallic kind. And though curiosity peaked in your blindness, you weren’t dying to find out what it was, as you were more than certain it was going to make itself known on your body real soon.

“I have another birthday present for you, Imouto.” Fuyu-Nii cheered. 

And as you’d suspected you felt the pinch of the metal clamps squeezing the nib of your nipple into a pretty perky little nub. And then the other nipple had its turn and you whined around the cock lodged in your mouth. And though you couldn’t see it you could tell your sister had a chain running from her hand reigning each their tortured tit. 

“So pretty, Imouto.” She admired, finally removing the dildo from your mouth before proceeding to remove it entirely as you heard it drop with a clatter and a heavy thud to the floor.

She rubbed a thumb over your bottom lip and smeared your spit across it and suddenly you felt a blob of someone else’s saliva hit your tongue before sliding down the slope of your throat, making you swallow. She looked down at your pretty flustered face and your open mouth, needing to push her glasses back on once they started sliding in the dew her heated face had cooked up from playing with you.

Not to mention the heat downstairs. A heat you were only dampening with more of your heavy panting breaths as your little face just begged for some comfort food where you deliriously cried and whined from the excessive beat the cruel vibrator placed between your barred legs.

“What about pussy, Imouto?” She murmured. “You love pussy?” 

The question was accompanied by a pull of the nipple clamps and you stuttered out an answer. “Y-yes-”

“Is that right? You love pussy?” She cheered, and you felt her inch closer, the warmth of her thighs hugging each side of your head and the tickle of what you could only guess were pubic hairs ghosting your face. “Mmh, we’ll see…” She smirked and yanked some more on the cruel things squeezing your poor nipples. “Smell it.” She moaned, nudging herself against your face, where her wet clit smeared the tip of your nose and her pussy-lips lightly kissed your pouty ones. “Lick it.”

You did like earlier and stretched your tongue out, dipping the muscle into the warmth slick walls and zigzagging up and down the lips like mommy had told you she liked just a few hours ago.

“Ah- I see mommy already taught you a few tricks, Imouto.” She crooned as you slurped her down, moaning shamelessly with a smile while throwing her head back with how good your little face felt pleasing her wet pussy. “Mmh yes- Use that tongue, baby, and lick-” 

She had to bite her lip with how you were lapping at her clit and fucking her hole with the tip of your tongue, drinking all her juice down, and not letting a single drop go to waste. Making the lewdest noises while eating her out as though starved even though it was just a way for you to distract yourself from the violent orgasm the toy playing your clit was granting you. 

She wasn’t even disappointed she couldn’t find an opportunity to punish you. She could only moan as you pleased her until she felt the pleasure climb so high and knot so tight until the coil snapped inside her and out she flushed all over your glossy little face. 

“Ah~ good girl, such a good girl-” She cooed while riding your face still before the stimulation became too much for her and she had to pull on your nipple clamps as though halting a horse. “Good girl.” She breathed heavily, her creamed and drenched cunt still placed heavily atop your face as she slowly came down from her high. A pleased smile quietly placed on her dewy face. 

She stroked your cheek when looking down at you drowning between and beneath her, smile widening as she watched how pathetically your thighs quaked with the vibrator still nudged tight against your poor overstimulated clit. 

She just gave your nipples yet a tug, beginning to rock her cunt against your mouth again with a new command upon her strict lips.

“Clean me.”

After Fuyumi had toyed with you a dozen more times, with vibrators stuffed in your every orifice until you were screaming and wailing from overstimulation, you were beyond deadbeat once she finally felt she’d had enough fun. Wishing ever so hopelessly with dopey blinking eyes that Shoto was still as uninterested as he’d seemed when the proposal had initially been offered by Daddy.

The youngest brother, though still older than you, had only silently stood there during the family meeting, not a word leaving him as he leaned against the wall like he usually does with his bangs shadowing over whatever dull expression gracing his face.

Shoto was always quiet and you honestly didn’t know much about him despite him being the closest to you out of all your other siblings age-wise. But, he’d always been rather reserved and cold towards you, including everyone else in the family for that matter. 

You thought of simply brushing him off as you stumbled wearily down the hallway to where his bedroom was, thinking your aloof brother probably wouldn’t mind not taking part in the new family tradition. But you decided not to as you were well aware of your obligations to at least propose he use you before going to bed, lest you wanted to be punished.

Naked and licked clean by your sister only a few minutes ago, though beyond feeling bashful anymore, you knocked a weak tune on your last brother’s door. Thinking, if anything, he might just want a blowjob like Touya-Nii.

But, Shoto isn’t alone.

You hear multiple voices on the other side and as the door swings open, before you’re even able to rethink your nudity, it isn’t your brother’s bi-colored features staring down at you.

It seemed Shoto was well ahead of Touya in the idea of inviting company.

Shoto doesn’t know much about friendship, but from what he’s deduced he thinks a lot of it is about swapping favors and sharing goods. And if he read the interest his two friends expressed when he mentioned his quirkless little sister, he’d say their friendship was going smoothly with the little offering that presented herself in his doorway.

“Fuckin’ finally- your people’s greedy as fuck for keepin’ us waitin’ so fuckin’ long.”

It was the angry callous ash-blonde you’d seen your brother bring home for dinner first a couple of years ago. You’d spotted him frequently since, and every single one of those times he’d always worn a deep frown.

Behind him, on Shoto’s unmade bed, sat the other boy you’d usually see insisting on carrying the tower of dishes everyone would rack up during dinner even as a guest. You’d always thought he seemed kinder than any man you’d ever met, or at least of the men you were housed with, but something about the way his green nearly luminescent eyes viewed you in the darkness of Shoto’s room made you feel even more naked than you already were.

“You weren’t bullshittin’ us about her being quirkless, right, Half’n’Half?” The other boy continued in his brash nature, his large warm scathed hand wrapping strong bruising digits around your upper arm, yanking you inside before you were able to even begin comprehending what the three men had in store for you, stumbling inside the dimly lit four walls with the three boys. 

The door slammed shut behind you and you were shoved to the man on the bed.

“Have a look, Deku- you’re the expert.” Your manhandling bully voiced, and you stumbled forward toward the other man, who caught you in a firm yet soft grip before your knees could bash against the bedframe.

“Don’t be so harsh, Kachan.” He scolded. His eerily large eyes set on you as you peered up at him, noticing how his heavy green curls framed his face like a wild jungle.

He pulled you up by your waist like you were stuffed with feathers and not flesh and bones, laying you down on your back at the edge of the bed and then spreading your thighs on either side of his as he loomed like a toppling tower above you. And all you had to distract yourself from the fact that this was now the fifth person to spread your legs that day was count the freckles he had spotted over the bridge of his nose as though they mapped out a constellation of stars you could wish upon.

Midoriya’s hand rode down your thigh before sweeping up your leg and locking around your foot where he seemed particularly interested in inspecting your pinky-toe.

He gave a smile a short moment later.

“Double-joints.” He commented. A type of blitz lightening up his eyes. “She’s quirkless, no doubt about it.”

“Why would I lie?” Your brother spoke up, resting in the armchair by his desk, showing no intention of joining.

“Can never be too careful. There aren’t too many quirkless ones out there anymore.” The man on top of you explained, rubbing your thighs with his strong roughened hands, his tone muddled as though he was distracted. A strange type of adoration painted on his calm face as he lazily skimmed over your pretty nude shape beneath him. “Guess you’re one of the lucky few.”

“Lucky? Tch-” Your brother’s other friend snorted, coming into sight once again. His voice, quite like Daddy’s, was loud and abrasive as he rounded the bed and came up behind you, his knees dipping into the mattress, skimming your ears where your head lay trapped between his thighs. Peering down at you with bloody eyes and a sharp pointy smirk, his hand flicking one of your nipples harshly before chuckling. “Lucky for us maybe.”

One placed a thumb on your clit and soon had all three longest fingers stuffing you, and the other traced your plump lips before filling your throat in the same fashion. 

And soon, it wasn’t just fingers anymore.

They took turns swapping which end they wanted in the spit roast. Swinging you between them as though you were made up of air like whichever else sex-doll you can buy while altering your position to whatever they desired, which seemed streamlined on all and every decision as though they’d done the same a few too many times. 

First, they took you lying belly-up with your head dangling off the bed-end, a hand wrapped over your neck, cock-bulge in your throat, and a heavy set of balls clapping against your nose with every greedy thrust into your mouth. Your thighs spread wide and your legs flung over a broad set of shoulders, a twin cock-bulge in your stomach. And then they flipped you over onto your knees and tossed you around so that the cock previously in your mouth was now in your cunt and the one in your cunt now in your mouth and so on and so forth until you couldn’t keep track of who was who anymore.

They were both so big your pussy still twitched from the sting of being stretched as the boy behind you jackhammered into you with both his greedy hands digging into the ample flesh of your hips, his sharp hipbones bruising against your rear while you gagged on the cock stuffing the pocket of your cheek.

You couldn’t believe their stamina. You felt them cum multiple times. Or perhaps it was just saliva or perhaps sweat your felt spray on your tits and ass and face. You weren’t sure between blinking with droopy eyes in the darkness of Shoto’s room. But you swore you recognized the taste on your tongue. Though not as bitter as Touya-Nii’s, you could still pinpoint the same type of tang as you swallowed a mouthful yet again.

You started whining at some point after cumming for what felt like the last time before the threatening need to pass out started circling in. They weren’t as ignorant to your pleasure as the prior men and had digits flicking over your overstimulated swollen bead at all times, making your cunt clench on the present cock until you came on him once more. They seemed to enjoy it when you milked them, giving you little degrading comments with cocky knifelike smiles as they forced you into yet another painful peak.

So, being light-headed and disoriented with the little air your lungs had received in the last quarter-hour of being stuffed in both ends, you took what rest you were allowed with gratitude. Twitching atop a warm chest with all your limbs slack from exhaustion and your head pressed against a thumping heart, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth as sweat pilled on your forehead.

Your clit threatened to pop off under the pruned fingers still rubber over it, though you’d thankfully grown accustomed to the cock stored inside your pussy by now, having been swapped on the two large dicks for a while. However, when a hand made a squeeze to your ass, followed by the push of a plush pillowy tip against your other end opening, anxiety once again started to brew within your gut by the threat of being stuffed in both neighboring holes all at once.

But you couldn’t stop it either. 

He was bigger than Natsu-Nii. And while your ass made resistance with its firmness, you were too exhausted to even tense up and could only moan out as the large cock forced into the hole along with the other fatness already taking space inside your cunt. 

Double-stuffed, all you could do was pant with your tongue lolled out as your eyes crossed. 

And they moved in perfect sync. 

Both of them pulled out slowly, a pair of large hands set on your hips and another cupping each buttcheek, lifting you on cue with each other, before dropping you down and shoving into you at the same time.

They thought you were the lewdest little thing. Moaning and panting out like a bitch in heat while being taken in both holes by their fat dicks. Accepting being a complete toy for them to use. You deserved every drop of cum they’d given you and had definitely earned being bred in all holes before going to bed.

Nearing the end, you were pulled onto the floor. On your knees between the two, their hand overlapping your hands as they assisted you in jacking them off as their warm wet cockheads tapped against your face with every jerk. 

They stood close. So close, you felt the warmth of their thighs on your shoulders. So close, the tips of their cocks kissed every once in a while. So close, they both tried squeezing into the dripping cavern of your mouth together. 

“You’ve got pretty bedroom eyes.” Deku complemented, keeping a paw on top of your head to hold you steady and your dopey eyes in contact with theirs as they looked down at you. “Just as pretty as your brother-”

“Nah, prettier.” The blonde interjected, playing with a lock of your hair between his fingers in meditation of trying to refrain from bucking into your face while feeling your little tongue run over the spine of his high-strung cock. “Keep your mouth open, quirkless.” He moaned and you thought his voice sounded significantly sweeter than it had when he’d first thrown you to the bed.

You were right. He was running out of steam and knew this would be the last his balls would be able to squeeze out. Keeping his eyes tightly shut he thought of giving you one last bedtime snack, and with the arousing thought, his gut curled like an adder and his toes gripped the carpet beneath his feet. Purple veins pumping in his shaft, looking close to popping as his tip blew like a sneeze all over your face and on that welcome mat of a tongue within your wide-open mouth.

His eyes took a tumble beneath his closed eyes as he blissed out and stumbled back into a collapse on the bed. Panting as his cock twitched in the aftershocks of the apex. Chest rising heavily in grunts as he came down like a feather swaying into a soft and peaceful fall.

Deku grinned by having outlasted Kachan, though felt his own undoing quickly pursuing. 

He kept your hand working his length as he watched the blonde’s cum start dripping from your face, chuckling some when seeing a spill of it catching on the lashes of your right eye, making you awkwardly wink up at him, looking like such a dumb little cum-junkie. But you were a bit too cute and pretty to be called such vile things.

He groaned as he watched your perky little nipples jiggle with the bounce of your breasts as you jerked him off with his helping hand guiding your tiny one. Loving your soft slim fingers as opposed to his own coarse ones as you squeezed along his veins and ridges and coaxed for his cum with his cockhead laying on the warm bed of your tongue until he shot his load straight down your throat.

He held your head until you swallowed. Giving you a tired toothless smirk while he watched you clean his drippy tip on your tongue before he walked himself over to the bed, falling onto the mattress stomach-first with a bounce next to the man who dipped off just a moment earlier.

You envied them and thought for a moment you could simply fall asleep on the carpeted floor instead of taking the long walk back to your bed, even though it was just next door, but as you curled yourself up into a little drained ball your eyes blinked open and shut and open again to find a new pair of feet standing before you.

“Are you okay, Imouto?” Shoto’s soft voice asked where he’d crouched down to pet your weary little head where you laid resting on his floor.

“Yea… Sho-nii…” You mumbled out tiredly, blinking at him and his pretty porcelain face as he thumbed your chin and picked you up into a soft smooch, where you had only barely brain cells enough to find it extreme for him to kiss the mouth his friends just came in, though not enough to still mull the fact that he was your brother.

“You change your mind after the party’s over?” Bakugou murmured groggily, now rolling closer to Midoriya to share his warmth, and again you felt envy in the lonely chill of your brother’s floors.

“She’s my sister, isn’t she?” He challenged. “What’s so wrong with wanting her all to myself?” And though he was answering his friend his eyes were set looking down at you. A small smile adorning his face while doing so as he scooped your legs up with one arm and supported your back with the other before hoisting you up into a bridal carry. “I’ll help you wash up.” His soft voice kindly offered. Thinking it cute how you naturally rested your head against the cotton of his shirt, nuzzling into his warm left side like a little kitten.

“Thank you, Nii-san~” Your sweet voice carried back to him while your eyes softly closed. Lulled in his arms, all holes slowly leaking. Cum on your pretty chest, slipping over the smooth skin of your cute tits as Shoto watched you puff out small exhausted breaths.

He walked you to the baths, where he’d already heated the waters. Steam had gathered and was now rolling down the marble walls and otherwise clouded the air with damp fumes of lavender and mint.

“Can you stand for just a bit, Imouto?” He whispered to which you gently nodded still with your eyes softly closed and he let you down on your feet though kept an arm around your waist as he removed his clothes before picking you up again, now laying against his nude toned muscled chest.

He entered the baths with your legs swinging softly at the end of his strong arm. The steam already getting dewy on your skin before your toes dipped into the warm water. He laid your head on his shoulder and had your back resting against his chest, his hands running over all your wet curves and rubbing your sore muscles into grateful soft flesh again. And you moaned and he blushed at the sound where your mouth blew warmth onto his ear, a small smirk shaping his pretty lips as his hands continued to wander your precious body.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He asked, while his hands worked soap into your scalp and out through your strands.

You hummed for a long time before forcing your sounds of appreciation into actual words. “Mm-No… ‘m just tired.”

He baptized your head to rinse out all the soap before kissing your temple, his lips soon giving your earlobe a nibble before kissing your neck and shoulders. “I’ll put you to bed after this, all right?” He promised with two fingers splitting the lips of your sex before slipping them both into you.

Your knees felt the immediate instinct of closing, but Shoto spread you apart again by hugging your thigh close to his chest and keeping the other spread as he pumped you gently on his digits. His cock getting hard in the water, feeling it stiffen against your rump where he had your cute little squirming under control atop his lap.

His other hand started rubbing himself until his cock stood on its own with a strained curve the harder he got, easily lifting you just a bit above his lap and treading you on his member as he set you down again.

He took you sensually, unlike all prior. His arm beneath your knees with the other supporting your lower back, while your head laid to rest on his shoulder. He lifted slowly and fucked into you with care, enjoying staying in as deep as you would allow for a long moment before sliding out, though never entirely, until fully entering your plush warmth again.

His actions grew less and less delicate with time though, less and less gentleman-like and more and more brute. Water splashed across once dry tiles as his tempo gained speed and urgency. Shifting you on his lap until you faced forward the same way he did, an arm bared across your lap like a seatbelt as his other hand wrapped lanky fingers over your throat to keep you tight against him as he took you hard from behind. 

You pondered what wild strength he must have to do such exercise in water before your mind blanked to nothing but pain with an aftertaste of pleasure as he bit into your neck and started sucking harsh and unforgivingly dark marks into you.

Keeping you seated and his cock deep as he came. His eyes trailed your lips and chin and his hand on your throat down to your perky tits strutting by the angle he had you bent, with your ass nudged nicely into his pelvis and his dick situated all the way inside you, molding your insides as you became one with each other.

With just a couple of years separating you, you were almost twins. He thinks that makes you more his than any of the others, but he doesn’t really mind sharing as long as you know it while you let someone else fuck you. And the love bites he’s left on your neck should be a suitable reminder of that.

He patted you dry afterward, rubbing your locks for water until they were damp enough to quickly dry on their own. And then he carried you off to bed, laying you down onto your soft mattress before pulling the duvet up snug around your head, stroking your hair while watching you snuggle yourself. 

“Sleep well, Imouto.” He whispered softly, to which you only had the strength to hum in return. 

A wish to join you flickered before him at the thought of spooning the little cozy ball you’d tucked yourself into but thought again of the guests in his room before rising from sitting at the edge of your bed. His eyes still looking at you all the way until he stood at the threshold to your bedroom.

“I’ll come visit you in the morning.” He promised, finally tearing himself away from watching you sleep with the closing of your door.

Perhaps an hour or two later, or at least long enough to have let your hair dry, the smell of cigarettes and beer woke you up again. Accompanied of course by the warm wet tongue dragging itself up your cheek followed by that sick dry snicker.

You attempted to pretend you were sleeping, thinking perhaps your biggest brother would find toying with you too boring, but the number of footsteps told you he was no longer alone. So, you kept an ear open to hear what they had to say as you snuggled into the warm duvet your last brother tucked you in with. 

“Aw- would you look at that-” The voice you feared came, as you’d hoped it was his winged friend instead and not the scratchy and gut-wrenching one. You knew who that was, and so did the rest of you it seemed, as goosebumps rushed to the surface covering the skin starting at your ankles all the way up to your neck. “A little sleeping beauty.”

He sounded a bit drunk, and if you were to judge the bitter smell that wafted from the pair it was fair to say they hadn’t taken it easy.

“We could make stacks off ’er-” Your brother’s friend continued, words slightly slurred though still managing to sound dry. “Pass ’er around some friends- have a fuckin’ party.”

“Shiggs, you don’t need cash- I’m a fuckin’ walking ATM for fuck’s sake.” Your big brother boasted. “What you need to do- is to help me double-stuff this wet cunt n’ stretch her out more than my old man-” Touya-Nii explained with a drunk hic as he ripped off your covers, leaving your naked body free to be gawked at where you laid curled on your side hogging your teddy-bear with your nipples turning hard in the cold.

You didn’t like the sound of his intentions and wished again that they’d leave.

But Shigaraki laughed with one of his fingers touching down on your vulnerable skin, making you shiver. “Daddy-dearest fucks her too?” He grinned, looking over your pretty innocent face where you struggled at keeping your eyes from going haywire with fear.

“Mommy too~” Your brother added with a pout as he looked for a place to stump his cigarette.

His friend made another sound of amusement at the comment, before dragging his dry digit up your leg and thigh, reveling at the little whimper you gave once he reached your hip. “Tch- Your family’s sick.” He whispered.

“You’re telling me about sick families?” Touya’s brow raised, and so did the corner of his mouth as he rubbed his bud into your father’s face on a family picture, pulling up into a grin as he looked back at the boy trying to scare you into giving up your little sleeping act. “Big words for someone who knows what his father’s southpaw tastes like.”

“Fuck off, Dabi.” He bit back, his voice sharper with bothered nerves and you quaked beneath the four fingers he had ghosting your soft flesh as they slightly scratched you with his comment. “Like you’re allowed to talk about Daddy issues…”

“Tch- right.” Your brother answered, and you heavily wished they hadn’t had such a loaded conversation right before you as you knew, even without the grim tone that had taken your brother’s voice, that you were going to be the one they take it out on.

And you were right.

Touya-Nii’s patience was up, and his warm calloused hands grabbed your jaw and shook to exercise that impatience, a couple of light slaps to your cheek following until you blubbered out your groggy little pleas.

“Mh- Touya-Nii…” You whined with your face scrunched up, a couple of tears already welling up in your eyes. “Tired…” You begged, trying to turn away from the stench of his smokey bitter breath.

“Aww~ Touya-Nii~ did you hear that?” Shigaraki mocked. His lips in a pout with a nasty whine lacing his words. “Baby-sis is tired.”

“Tch- shut up, brat- I barely touched you earlier.” He heartlessly spat, reaching for one of your nipples to give it a pinch and a pull, making you cry while pathetically pushing at him. “Now get up, you’re not done for the day.”

He pulled you to your knees, though thankfully allowed you to stay seated in the warm bed. Your groggy little sad face looking up at the two tall boys with your chest strutting forward and your knees apart to show your cunt. Stretching your hands above your head with a great yawn.

“Fuck me- you’re hot.” Shigaraki breathed while looking over your pretty body, taking his time tracking every curve of your smooth soft skin while thinking of ways he wanted to ruin it.

You tried not to look at the bulges getting larger and larger leveled right with your mouth, but if you looked anywhere else you feared you’d meet the red eyes of your brother’s friend. 

Said devil reached out a hand to cup your face and cracked a smile when you flinched with a hitched breath only to nuzzle into it instead when leveled by his heavy crimson stare. Those heated dominant eyes compelling you to wait on his every beck and call as your droopy eyes softly blinked up at him.

“Just perfect, aren’t ya?” He hummed, stroking his rusty thumb over your bottom lip.

“Th-thank you~” You meekly flirted back, opening your mouth to accept his salty thumb inside, beginning to suck and swirl your tongue around it while maintaining eye contact.

“Oh, you’re welcome.” He purred, an amused smirk widening on his face as his cock perked up even faster by watching you submit to him like such a timid little whore. He tore his eyes from the show to look over at Dabi with a sly smile. “She’s got manners, unlike you…” He commented, his mouth open as he licked his teeth. “I like that.”

Dabi rolled his eyes with another scoff, shaking his head as he crouched down to where he’d dropped the third six-back of the night, ripping the last one loose from the hoops, cracking it open before beginning to chug. Bored with waiting, though a type of friendly enough to allow Shigaraki’s game for a couple more minutes.

“You want me to fuck you?” Said-man asked, still with his thumb bathing in the wet of your mouth.

“Yeth, pweath~” You answered obediently around the digit, your eyes like a puppy’s as you tried your best at getting on the dangerous man’s good side, thinking it would spare you some cruelty when the real fun begins.

He gave a short giggle at your pathetic display before giving another glance over at Dabi, who’d finished with the last beer and begun melting the metal out of boredom. “I think your sister likes me~” He mocked.

“Tch- she’s just scared shitless of you, that’s all…” Touya mocked back, though didn’t seem half as excited by the play as his friend.

“That true?” Shigarakis's brow cocked down at you and your breathing picked up pace. Your eyes flashed with anxiety and a wishful plead that it hadn’t upset him too much. “Careful now, or yah might just hurt my feelings.”

His threat reached deep and seemed to wake you up even more than the salt on his thumb. 

And with fear as motivation, you timidly reached out with shaky hands and pulled his sweats down carefully. Pretty sparkling dopey eyes looking up at him, asking for permission all the while before you pressed your face into his dirty boxers and cuddled with the hard beast behind the thin fabric separating you.

He fucked a lot, though most back-alley-rats or druggy sluts in school. He realized he hadn’t ever even touched anything as pretty as you as your large innocent eyes looked up at him with a type of devotion that made his balls tingle.

“Fuh-ck-” His breath shuddered at your display, almost losing footing as you held his thighs and rubbed your lips against the cum stains on his briefs. 

“Tch- If I’d known you’d be a simp I’d’ve brought Kei instead-” Your brother interrupted with a groan and another exasperated roll of his head and eyes before pulling his phone from his pant pocket. “Fuck it. I’ll call him now, and we’ll plug all her holes.”

“Nah-” Shigaraki gave him a dangerous look. His hand on his arm, only one finger raised. “Prettyboy gets all the attention.” He sneered with eyes narrowed. “And I don’t like being ignored.”

Touya took a moment and looked over the threatening hand placed on his arm with tired eyes and a raised brow, unable to muster any feeling worth of fear that didn’t bore the shit out of him first. 

“Fine...” He drawled, grown sick of rolling his eyes at this point where he ended up shoving the other guy off with a slight nudge to his shoulder, nodding to the pink armchair that stood by the window. “Go sit.”

Shigaraki cracked his neck and walked to the armchair before plopping down with a scoffed-out huff, trying to relieve the annoying tension that spurred in his veins while fighting the urge to scratch at his skin.

“Come on, brat-” Touya-Nii said and grabbed your upper arm, pulling you to your feet. “Go be a gracious hostand entertain our guest.” He jeered as he slung you forward with a slap to your ass toward the man sitting just some meters before you.

You started timidly walking, refraining from looking over your shoulder to give your brother a pleading look as you already knew it wouldn’t make anything any better. Things only ever got worse with him.

“Nah-ah, pretty pet.” Shiggs interrupted your slow walk of dread, his finger pointed to the floor. “Crawl.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from pouting nor could you refrain from looking back at Touya this time, but as you’d expected, he showed no mercy either.

“You heard the man-” He drawled, his lanky fingers wrapped about the back of your neck before shoving you down. “On your knees.”

Your palms hit the floor along with your shins and you winced while tilting your chin up to look at the waiting man who had a cruelly amused smirk on his face. His red eyes on your cute tits and how they swung and squeezed together between your arms.

And Touya watched your ass sway from one side to the other as you stalked forward just like the sassy little back-alley-kittens he used to chase down and burn to crispy charcoaled mockeries back when he was young. His keen eyes catching the pulse of your pussy as it twitched in the cool midnight air of your bedroom and felt the slightest hint of regret for not having fucked you once alone before deciding to share.

But he opens the window nonetheless, swooshing out one last message on his phone while watching the show, lighting another cigarette with a blue flame at the tip of his finger while wondering whether he should make the trip to his room to fetch some more toys. Like a leash and collar, and maybe some handcuffs too, or even better yet, some rope to make shibari.

But then he thinks some other time and lets it go as you halt right at Shigaraki’s feet just like a little pet who’s already been housebroken.

“Closer, dumb slut. Can’t do much from there.” He sneered, getting annoyed with you. And the venom in his tone was threatening enough to have you scurry closer like a skittish scolded child. “There you go~” He praised and put his foot between your thighs.

And you felt his toes rub between your lips and over your clit and felt a burning sense of shame when the feeling had your own toes curling, shifting some on your knees in embarrassment. Unsure if it was uncomfortable or not. Though, quickly realizing that it wasn’t as you felt the sudden urge to rub against it with an almost instinctive buck of your hips. 

Shagaraki grinned down at you while pulling himself out, and you felt a wave of musk so hefty surround you it almost overwhelmed your senses as your eyes flickered along with a flare of your nostrils while your mouth watered as though you’d been trained to want it with your entire being.

“Now finish what you started earlier.”

Your mouth fell open into a wide gape to allow him entry, saliva snapping between your wet lips as your tongue lolled softly out. And you lifted your hands from the floor to better control the welcome. But, before you could have a taste was the cock pulled from you with a tut.

“Ah ah-” He scolded, rubbing his hood up and down his tip in slow restrained strokes. His beady eyes, so dominant and withholding, made your gut purr unlike with the others who’d thrown themselves over you like rabid dogs. “No hands, slut.”

You obediently listened and put them back flat on the cold floor, feeling at a disadvantage once he treaded his hand through the hair at the back of your skull. Your eyes widened with a hitch of your breath once he tugged your head closer to his scrotum.

“Let me see your tongue.” He added and you spotted the cracks in his control with how he leaned forward impatiently, licking his teeth with eager eyes zeroed in on your pretty face and lips.

You rolled your tongue out like a red carpet and your eyes crossed to look at the pale hefty thickness standing tall a mere inch from your face, so close you felt its warmth even though he wasn’t even touching you. Your thighs shifted with an inhale as he lowered the beast down, tapping it upon the wet bed of your tongue with a weight that made you moan.

And Tomura wished he had a camera as that look on your face made a picture-perfect addition to his spank bank favorites, begging for cock like that. You had him speechless with how you started licking his spine from the balls to the tip, finishing off with a kiss and a series of more cute chaste pecks up and down the length all with such loyal eye contact you nearly made him blush.

“No way you two’re related…” He finally said, still intently watching you work him. Biting his tongue with a groan once you sucked the new pill of precum that had pooled in his slit. “You’re way too sweet to be this punk's sister.”

Dabi scoffed from over by the window where he’d made himself busy now rolling something different than tobacco into a fine fat blunt with a certain type of neat expertise that only comes from practice. Another blue flame and he started to puff a second later, hoping it would soothe the boredom of the wait as he watched with even duller eyes than before at you and how vanilla you sucked cock. 

He wished Shiggs would get messy with you soon.

And then his prayers were met as Shigaraki’s hand tightened the grip he had on your hair. 

“Open wide now and take it deep.”

And then he pulled you closer and tread your pretty plump lips down around his girth. Smiling some when your eyes widened as he slid himself all the way back into your throat until his cock curved down your jugular. But to his surprise, you kissed his base without any protest. Not even so much as a whine leaving you as you hollowed your cheeks around him like a trained glory-hole-whore. 

“Fuck-” He groaned, holding your head steady, one hand placed on the back and the other placed on the top. “Some’ beat me to it and broke this throat in already?” He hissed while keeping you down, thrusting himself into only the deepest part of you. A large grin on his face as you swallowed him down. “Lucky me.”

Relaxing your throat had become easier from the first time, almost as though your gag reflex didn’t even exist anymore. You thought as the white tuft of Shigaraki’s pubes tickled your nose while you felt him twitch on your tongue. 

“Look at me.” He ordered and you raised your gaze to meet his. Giving a hum that drummed his cock in all pleasurable ways once he gave your boob a squeeze and your nipple a rub.

And with deepthroat tears pretty like glitter on your lashes, you swept your tongue across his cock before slipping the muscle out of your mouth to tease his balls. 

“Heh, now you’re just showing off.” He snickered before releasing you by removing his hands from your head, readjusting them so that one was jerking his cock and the other grabbing your throat, lifting you to your feet. “Up, slut.” 

Grabbing your waist, he tugged you towards him, pulling you onto his lap. 

“And here I was thinking you were innocent…” 

Shigaraki grinned, shoving his fingers into your mouth before you could say anything, his other hand rubbing over your cunt, making you squeal out an urgent whimper as he toyed with the wetness within your mouth.

“Aw~ Is someone sore?” He babied, pouting at you with a small tug of a smile at the corner of his dry lips by the sight of your thighs quivering. Your brows tangled together as you moaned on his digits. “This'll make you feel better.” He whispered, sliding his glossy cockhead up and down the slit of your slick cunt. “Promise~”

He sunk inside you and you sucked on his fingers with closed eyes, but they shot wide open again on the account of the surprise finger he pushed inside your ass.

“Fucking finally-”

Flicking another stump out your window into the pool outside, Dabi lighted another one he’d just finished rolling and threw his phone on your bed. Buckling up his belt with the joint between his lips, he pulled the leather through the loops of his black jeans and let the article clatter harshly on the floor. Pants and boxers were kicked off unceremoniously and left in a heap behind him, ribbed white T the only thing still left on.

“Let’s get this shit on the road already.”

He handed the spliff to Shiggs who received it between his lips like it was regular procedure, taking a drag before blowing the grey stank right into your face. Smiling once you coughed all cutely with a scrunch of your eyes and nose. He bet just a few drags and you’d be all soft limbs, even more than what you were already.

Dabi put his hand down flat between your shoulder blades and pushed you into the chest in front until you snuggled against the stranger like you couldn’t have been closer. And Shigaraki took the hint and aided the pursuit by lifting your hips, though with a slight comment of doubt.

“You won’t fit.”

But Touya just simpered on a grin. “I’ll fit.” And then his cockhead nudged into the space Shigaraki already occupied, trying to force room where there was none.

You protested, but couldn’t really make out any words other than small pathetic whines. “Ah- Nii-san- sto-” You reached behind you to try and push him away in the panic of desperation, but it only ended with your wrists getting caught in a secure lock in big brother's harsh hold.

And Shigaraki slid his hands from your hips and dug his fingers between the crack of your asscheeks instead, one fingertip rubbing your asshole while grabbing the plush domes of flesh, lifting you higher and spreading you for Touya-nii to better make his attack.

“I’ll fit,” Touya repeated and drove in alongside the other fat cock.

And you cried an adorable whimper into Shigaraki’s ear, but it only made him snicker while starting to rub his cock along the tight straining walls of your overstuffed cunt, pushing his finger inside your butt again. 

“See?” Your brother breathed out behind you. “Fits perfect.” He groaned out, before gathering your hair in a ponytail and pulling your head back to look at him and his eerie crazed ice-blue eyes. “Doesn’t it? Sis?”

You moaned as the new exaggerated arch of your back had them both hitting a place no one had yet reached, and Dabi spat right into your open mouth and made you swallow while Shiggs bit onto one of the nipples strutting like an offering right into his face.

And they fucked you like that. Back arched to the max with two thick cocks fighting for space in your stretched cunt. 

And Touya-nii hit just a bit deeper, fucking against your cervix, but Shigaraki made up for it by being fatter, spreading you wider, and you couldn’t stop your cunt from sucking on both of them. 

Your brother reached a hand around you to grab your tit, his other hand still pulling your head back by your hair so that he could watch your expression alter between pain and pleasure. And Tomura sucked your other tit, licking the sweet salt from your skin while still pumping your other hole, smiling as he felt your cunt drip slick down his ballsack. 

And as sweat began dripping from you and you thought you might just overheat there was a gust of wind from the window following a pair of massive red wings.

“Party started without me?” He spoke, his voice always so laidback it was gross rather than cool. But you felt your gut curl with a type of giddy schoolgirl want nonetheless and cursed yourself with confusion as you couldn’t quite fathom how you could possibly even think of more when you were already so stuffed.

“We’re just warming her up.” Shigaraki jeered while watching the belly bulge he and Dabi were making in your stomach.

“How sweet.” The newcomer jested, already tearing off his jacket with his belt buckle coming undone in his other hand. Shoes left with socks stuffing them, his shirt discarded on the floor a second later. No one could ever accuse him of being shy as he stood fully nude merely half a minute after arriving. Cock already high strung and ready for pussy.

“Now that we have enough dicks-” Touya-nii said and dropped your head which landed in a panting sweaty drooling mess against Tomura’s chest. 

“Dibs on ass.” He said, though remained situated deep in your cunt while your brother pulled out. His finger was now situated deep in your other hole, working it like he was making a promise.

“Fine by me,” Touya-nii spoke, taking steps towards the bed to fling all the pillows and plushies onto one side to make space. “She’s already been stretched today so she should take it with a smile.” He snickered, though it lacked amusement like always and came off as simply cruel instead.

But Hawks contrasted it by taking a leap onto the ready-made bed, bouncing and sprawling out flat on his back with a great big grin spread on his face. His hands folded behind his head and eyes wild with a nocturnal yellow as though he was about to feast. Cock standing proud without any support, visibly eager to pound pussy into a grateful mess.

“Already know what you want, preggo-freak.” Your brother mocked, perking up a bit by the contagious passion displayed by his chicken-brained friend.

“Give her.” Said blonde demanded like a child with hands clutching the air before receiving your exhausted frame as you were lifted off Tomura’s prick and seated down on the new one.

And he had more energy than the other two who’d fucked you with less beastly vigor. You see, Keigo was so pumped up with adrenaline from his flight and the promise of raw pussy ready to be bred, that he could fuck you with tempo for hours.

“Sheesh, she’ suckin’ me right in.” He nearly howled while pounding you like a hound in his rut, and with your head rocking upon the violent thrust you felt your foothold slipping until Tomura made his presence known behind you and slipped right into your ass in one swift movement that had you jolt into an arch, your head lifting with a loud whine. 

And right when you were about to drop back down to rest, a hand swooped beneath your chin and stopped your head from drooping and you were once again leveled with the familiar studded cock you’d had for lunch just half a day ago.

“Looks like it’s me and your throat again, sis.” Your big brother grinned with your cute face in his palm, and you thought it nearly beautifully poetic because it was the first cock you’d ever tasted. “Open up.” He said softly, a sadistic type of thrill tinting his features as you let your jaw drop.

And this time he didn’t waste any time, stuffing your mouth up quick before starting to rock into your face fast enough to have his balls swing and clap against your chin. One hand, keeping your chin steady, while the other held you over the temple, his fingers digging greedily into the fat of your cheek where he felt his cock thrust through.

“Look up at me.” He grunted darkly. “Let me watch those eyes roll.”

You peeked up at him through your lashes, being pounded in all three holes making you moan around his shaft. Your eyes, unable to focus, blinked and spaced all dopey and adorable with wet wells making them sparkle.

“Good slut.” He praised with a light slap to your cheek and a harsher deeper thrust.

And the others followed suit, slapping your ass and tits and thighs. Rough fingers digging nails skin-deep into your flesh, gripping you tight and holding you with greed as their cocks drove all the way inside you, stuffing you completely full. 

And where none of them were any bigger than the previous ones you’d taken already, their cocks slid easily near effortlessly inside and out again, hitting you as deep as you go. Sliding through sore sensitive walls, stuffing you full, and leaving you shellshocked on the account of wanting even more.

And tears flew from your eyes, but you weren’t sure why anymore because where you felt the slaps and heard the smack, the sting never came and instead left you feeling all tingly and unbelievably hot.

“Aww, you cryin’?” Touya whined in yet another effort of being cruel. “You don’t like that?” He continued his play, pinching your nose between his thumb and index, jerking it with another slap to your hollowed-out cheek, all while keeping his cock lodged deep down your pipe. “Too bad I like that.” He laughed. 

“You’re such a dick, Dabi.” Keigo snickered, his hands squeezing the fat of your hips to help you ride him. His head nuzzling between your soft pillowy tits hanging above him, kissing your skin and sucking and licking your nipples, biting marks into you once he spotted Shoto’s ownersickness from earlier on your pretty neck.

“Sluts need to learn too, right?” Your brother answered, letting you breathe while he crouched down to level with you. “I’m tutoring.”

His breath, sour with smoke and beer, blew on your face with the rasp of his voice. A wide toothy smirk stretched across his face at the sight of your pretty teary eyes, glazed with something so lusty you might have just as well had hearts in them by now. 

He snickered at you and how pathetically dirty you’d become in just a day, before his eyes caught on the sight of your open mouth, panting out small precious moans every time his friends had you stuffed full.

He thought for a moment he should spit on your face and watch you grimace, but then Shigaraki’s comment from earlier suddenly came to mind instead. About how you were too sweet to be his sister, and he thought he might just be right. 

You really were too sweet, and too pretty to be related to him. 

Soft face with those biteable mochi cheeks, doe-eyes cuter than a puppy’s, not an ill thought in your mind, and not a single bad bone in your body.

Plump lips so kissable… 

So kissable he just had to, even though he never does and never wants to with anyone.

And you moaned into his mouth as though melting, not even flinching at the leather of his lower lip or the staples on his chin. 

“Touya-nii~” You whined out sweetly, drool on your lips connected to his in slim bridges. And he wished for a moment he knew what you were thinking as he couldn’t quite remember a time he’d ever felt remotely close to the look of pure and utter bliss you had painted on your face.

And then he felt it himself as he urgently shot to his feet and exploded all over your expression.

And as you came for the umpteenth time and tightened around the two others until they as well pumped you full of seed, and with big brother’s cum dribbling down your cheeks and lips, you gave him a big blissfully dumb smile.

And then you started riding the cock beneath again with an impatient whine while pushing back into the one behind you, wanting to feel their greedy hands get even greedier with you. And your own hand reached for Nii-sans cock quickly in a newfound fear he would go limp, motioning it back to your mouth to help keep him warm and stiff and ready to fuck you silly even more.

And Dabi went silent as you sucked him, taken by your eyes, whose earlier look of mercy had completely vanished. Now looking up at him with striking spirit, something swirling about inside them, something dark and syrupy, something utterly and daringly insatiable. 

⌗︙・teaching choso female anatomy ⸜⸜・

i just want to show virgin choso how human body works.

he is laying in between your legs as you show him female anatomy. he's completely focus on the fact that he's completely different down there from you.

"and this is a clit. you use it for pleasure." you explain, trying hard not to press down on it. you're already getting wet and this is supposed to be a biology lesson, not a sex ed.

"why would you wanna feel pleasure here?" he points at your pussy, his fingers almost touching your folds. you take a deep breath, you didn't think he's that inexperienced.

"because it feels good and when you touch it, girls get wet and they are ready to... mate." the explanation is a bit wacky but you think it's enough for choso.

"are you ready to mate?" he asks, his fingers gathering your wetness. your breath hitches, you haven't realized you were this wet.

"do you wanna mate with me?" his questions are making your head spin. you aren't sure what you should tell him, because you want to fuck him so badly.

"i think we should call it a day." you say, pulling your panties up. choso looks like a kicked puppy. suddenly, he jumps to hug your legs, trying to get the panties off again.

"im sorry," he sniffles, "i am gonna be a good boy. please teach me."

Men suck! So why not drain their bank accounts for wasting your time?! It would be foolish not to. Even more foolish to push the buttons of a very powerful man in the underground world of Tokyo.

But hey wait! He messaged you first! He wanted you to be his sugar baby so badly it makes him look stupid!

Although Bakugou Katsuki is anything but stupid.

It was supposed to be an easy mark. He followed all of the rules of the unspoken game between sugar baby and sugar daddy. He reached out to you first. He set the time and place for the first date and he asked about your pricing.

To which you told him was a steep two thousand consultation.

Immediately there was a notification with your fee plus a little extra for the expedited meeting in your bank account before he messaged you again.

Wear somethin nice.

His profile was vague as most marks were. Choosing to keep their identity a secret, embarrassed to have to buy a woman's time with their endless cash flow for one reason or another.

Some because of their looks, some their abhorrent attitude, some because they were too busy drowning in their work and some because they just couldn't be bothered for much of anything real only to fall in love after the third date thinking they could buy your heart like they did everything else.

Because at the end of the day all of these marks had something in common. Something to exploit.

They were all terribly lonely.

And despite how forward this mark is, like others have been before him, he was no exception to this rule.

You roll your eyes as you doll up for tonight's meeting. You always wore something nice and appropriate for the setting yet undeniably sexy. Something that made every eye rove over you with the heated gaze of envy. Something that made you everything those men wanted you to be.

A trophy, a status symbol, a yes I'm fucking that.

Scrolling his profile or lack thereof, a little bit more in an attempt to be his perfect baby girl. Knowing that to have a good long lasting con to afford you the luxuries you sat in now, you had to shed your true skin and stuff yourself into something two sizes too small.

Because all men expected that of all women. Of anything of their desire. One must cut away the truest, deepest parts of themselves in order to hold a man's attention span for longer than five minutes. The second you start to look anything relatively human and anything more than a walking sex kitten or cock sleeve is the second they lose interest.

A man often times doesn't want to actually fill the loneliness, not with anything long term, they just want to relieve the ache in their cock.

At least that's all you've ever known and so who was anyone to judge you to exploit them how they exploited others.

Smiling at your reflection as you apply dark eyeliner to your lid, dragging it across your lash line as you go for a more noire mysterious look since you cannot find out much about your potential benefactor. Not that that worried you, you'd worn many skins before.

A recently divorcee, a 'single mom', but most benefactors liked a heavy power imbalance. They lived for the broke college girl act. Showing up in threadbare dresses that were still cute in an old shit box car you'd borrow from a friend and some classical piece of literature those fucks could recognize but knew they'd never read.

Mostly you figured they enjoyed that broke college girl act because they felt they were "helping you build a solid future" all while neglecting their own real daughters at home that they constantly compared you to. Showed you pictures of, similar in age to you and you'd have to stamp down the disgust at these men who probably didn't even know their real baby girl's favorite color.

Absolving themselves of guilt you supposed.

However this new benefactor was something to be excited about, mostly because of the unknown that he seemed to shroud himself in. No interests filled in, no movies or hobbies or songs that he likes.

Not even a profile picture or his name. Just GZ for now and when you checked the banking information on your wire in, it didn't give you any real leads. Received from a business or estate account that google results had no address or number for.

Only his age, 32. Three years your senior.

Which wasn't too bad of a gap well to you anyway, he saw your age as 25 because anything older than that, even one fucking year, men's interest dropped by sixty percent.

Another message comes through the little app.

GZ: Give me your number.

Aggressively forward as you giggle to yourself reading the message, let the read receipts show your interest when you lock your phone and don't reply. Taking the time to apply a nice dark shade of lipstick that made your mouth absolutely sinful as you wore a skin much too close to the real you. Going to your closet for your dress, knowing he was taking you to a very expensive, very highly rated restaurant, most likely to both flaunt and prove he has money.

Zipping up the velvet body con dress with a halter top, the hem stopped just above the knee and you knew it would ride up when you sat down or walked in your black heels with the pearl strap. Pulling on bicep length lace gloves and putting on an onyx ring on your middle finger before adding your pearl necklace to make a suggestion of what he could do to you at the very steep price of seven thousand dollars.

Some men even paid it and even asked to do it in the parking causing them to pay an expedited fee of four thousand. It meant nothing to you and every bit of power they thought they held over you to them.

Opening a drawer to your vanity all with unused pairs of underwear. Choosing a black lacey pair where the ass would be half exposed by lace and strings digging around for the to go tide pen so you could lightly bleach the crotch to make it seem as if they'd been worn all damn day "just for him"

Fuckin gag me.

Your phone pings again, another notification from the SDSB app.

GZ: I don't like waiting, Sweetheart, give me your number.

This time you reply but only after looking over your outfit in the mirror, debating if he'd be into stockings and ripping them before you realize it might make you look a little too conservative for his tastes.

Bbgrl: tell me what GZ stands for and I'll give you those special digits

GZ: I don't barter

Bbgrl: Everything comes at a cost. You know this otherwise you wouldn't be messaging me.

You watch the bouncing bubbles pop up before his quick reply.

GZ: Ground Zero

GZ: Now give me your fuckin number Princess.

Bbgrl: maybe in person, Mr Zero.

Not giving away your actual number was your number one rule and because the last sugar daddy you cut off went full tilt you had to disconnect your other phone and just hadn't had a chance to get a burner yet.

Picking up a small clutch purse you shove inside your lipstick for the night, your phone, the doctored pair of underwear and you don't even bother to bring any sort of wallet.

Walking to a public place a block or so from your luxury condo before you flag down a cab giving them the address as the man smiles down at your cleavage. Enjoying the view in the rearview and it's a wonder he doesn't crash and kill you both. Leaning down to meet his gaze with a disarming smile, wearing a skin to protect both you and him from harm as you force a giggle.

"Eyes on the road silly." When really you wanted to take the knife strapped to your ribs and slit his throat for thinking he even deserved to stare at you like that.

You wore this dress for attention yes but there is a fine line between appreciation of a body and straight up eye fucking you.

And just because you wore this dress didn't give him the right to stare. Counting down from ten as you have pretty visions of gouging his eyes out only for him to pull up right to the restaurant, acting as if he was going to get out and help you.

"No need." You smile politely, "And the fare?"

You look at the triple zeros and his eyes flash to it in embarrassment, so busy eating you alive with his eyes he forgot to start it.

"On the house for a pretty lady."

Forcing a smile as you give him a thanks, leaving the cab as quickly as you can before you walk inside, twenty minutes late for the date.

Tardiness was a big part of the game, whether it agitated them or made them anxious, it would certainly place a little more power on your initial interaction. Gaging their reaction to your power play always determines how you'll respond. Clueless, lost, down right stupid.

The hostess gives you a warm smile as she welcomes you into the restaurant asking of your party size. You're quick to tell her you're here for GZ.

"Or maybe under the name Ground Zero if the initials are too vague." You smile and watch the hostess blanche a moment before she fixes her face.

"Right this way." Expect she doesn't lead you all the way over there, stops just before the darker corner of the restaurant making a gesture with her hands and you chalk it up to nerves. That maybe he owned the whole fucking restaurant.

Watching his large palm swirl a bourbon straight, watch his other heavily ringed hand card through his ash blonde locks.

"Mr Zero?" You ask with a cat like smile, coming to stand beside the table. He glares up at you either oblivious or acting it as you wait for him to pull out your chair.

"Yer fuckin late Princess." He doesn't wait you out though can tell from a glance you'll stand there with your sexy ass heels rooted to the hardwoods of the restaurant before you'd ever sit down. He doesn't give in, this just happened to give him a chance to show his stature. He slams his drink down, clattering the water glasses and your wine glass filled with a pinkish color. Most likely something sweet. For a moment it makes you wonder if he read your profile considering most men didn't bother and showed it often on their first dates that they hadn't when they ordered you red wine. Which you had as your top dislike.

When he rises he's much much bigger than you. Tall enough you have to crane your head up to look at him, broad shoulders and now that he's fully facing you you can see his scarred face. A deep fissure of discolored skin from just over his eyebrow cutting through his eye flaring over his cheek before tapering off at his throat before it meets another deep scar that's hidden under his shirt.

He didn't even bother with a dress jacket, only a dress shirt, black, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing his tattoos and even more scars, his black vest if swirling velvet on the front only emphasizes his broad chest and tapered waist.

He stands there a moment watching you take him in and he cannot lie he is surprised. Most women cowarded at his size especially when they see his scar and his half clouded bromine eye but you just smile. Maybe even a bit of excitement flashed in your eyes but you stand unmoving still that fuckin cat smirk on your dark stained lips.

"My chair, Mr Zero." You remind him and he snarls, leaning in close to your face tipping your chin up to him. It's here you realize how large his hands are, especially when the other settles at your ribcage a moment. You just hope he doesn't feel the knife nestled there and take it as a threat to himself.

"I told you I didn't like waiting." He growls, "So what makes you think Imma continue this date?"

"You're still here aren't you? Besides," You half guide him by moving your face gently from his grip, stepping towards your chair and he follows, "You wouldn't want to cancel a date with such a pretty girl would you?"

"A pretty woman." He corrects with a growl, pulling back your chair and shoving it in roughly when you sit, leaning behind you to whisper in your diamond clad ear, "Yer no girl that's for sure."

As if to say a predator recognizes a predator but you feign ignorance.

"Year?" You ask, smelling your wine before taking a sip. It's fruity, peach you realize with hints of citrus and angel food cake.

"Didn't ask." He bites waiting for you to ask where the menus were, he makes eye contact with the waiter to signal to start their meals. Oblivious, you take another sip of this amazingly delicious wine.

"Bit of a dessert wine isn't it?" You comment, usually men would blunder by now realizing they aren't as prestigious or well versed as they pretended to be but this man proves to be different once again.

"Peach pairs well with spicy and smokey." Glaring right back at you before a mean smile curls his lips, "Unless ya lied twice on your profile."

You set the wine glass down thanking the waiter when they leave fresh bread. Zero is faster than you grabbing for the crusty pre dinner treat as he butters the rich white center before placing the slice on your plate before starting his own.

"Hmm, I haven't lied on my profile." You refuse to touch his offering for now.

"Sweetheart, you may look twenty five but I know that you're closer to thirty than what you want to admit." There's that cruel smile of his again.

"It's quite rude to make a woman seem older than what she is. Touchy subject ya know?" Going back to sipping your wine as you've decided you may need a buzz to endure this date, "Or maybe you don't have a lot of experience with women. Is that why I'm here?"

Smirking over the vein protruding from his throat but the satisfaction only lasts so long, thoughts rounding back to wondering how the fuck he knew your real age and so quickly.

Suddenly you feel his fingers wrapping around the back of you knee as he pulls you forward leaning over the table.

"Haaah? Ya think I don't have experience with women? Oh sweetheart I could have you begging to take my cock in this bathroom in under ten minutes. But I need you for somethin else." He lets his bruising grip go when he sees a flash of the real you, sees your pretty lip snarl in disgust before you fix your face so quickly it would have him wondering if he ever saw that snarl or not.

He thinks he likes this version more than what his right hand picked out from your profile.

Your profile was vague but your photo album was filled with a lot of photos that men could easily project on or imagine themselves with you. Looking demure, easy going, a submissive.

Really Bakugou can tell you're a fucking brat at best and far from demure.

"Is that true Mr Zero? Sex on the first date is quite expensive." You smile cutely, make it a giggle all while the steak knife whispers to you that it belonged shoved through his hand on the table.

"I bet it is sweetheart." He spits back.

"So…our contract?" You're ready to rush this along thinking that maybe this benefactor isn't going to work out and that you'll have to save your underwear for another time.

He leans back, finally looking a little more relaxed as you bring up business as if contracts and dealings were part of his expertise. Taking a sip of his bourbon as he looks you over in that fine velvet dress he imagines on the floor of his expensive bedroom.

"Dunno can ya behave long enough to talk about it?" Deadly smirk on his lips now, one that makes your stomach clench.

"I always behave, Mr. Zero." A purr, one that changes the tone of the entire dinner, at least for now.

A light scoff but he's smiling, genuinely and he looks so handsome like that. His eyes catch something you don't see before the waiter comes over with two starter salads.

You look down at the fresh bed of greens matching his and try not to grimace that he's most likely ordered dinner for you. Hating when benefactors took it upon themselves as they never paid enough attention to order even remotely right.

"Let's see how dinner goes first yea, princess? Gotta make sure I like it before I buy it." A clear taunt and stab at you to which you give a tight smile. Him placing himself above you but you were determined at the very least to secure the after dinner deposit fee from him that was clearly stated on your profile.

Any dinner lasting longer than two hours or is set after eight thirty pm is considered to be equal to two consultation fees.

He already violated the time since he messaged you at exactly six pm tonight and you were always sure to take your time getting ready.

But you had to finish the fucking date first.

"Okay." Agreeing without issue as you bite your tongue. Finishing your salad and your wine, asking him to order you another glass. Batting your eyelashes and for a second you see his face flash with something other than his gruff nature. Standing with the brief explanation of "freshening up."

Annoyed as you enter the ladies room, looking at your reflection as if to share a what the fuck glance with a friend before rooting around in your bag. Touching up your lipstick, spraying yourself with a bit of your perfume that made all the men insane for you before turning your attention to your hair.

Making sure it was still in perfect placement as you angle your pretty face this way and that. Clutch open on the vanity, the dummy pair of underwear threatening to fall out. Checking your account to see if the rest of this date was worth it when you see your stipulation fee is sitting in your account despite the date only being an hour long thus far.

Figuring you'll make this date worth it now, mostly curiosity getting the best of you over what is going to make this contact so fucking special he's more than willing to pay everything upfront.

To deal with your more cheeky side you used to scare off weaker men.

Clawed fingers curling around the soft pair of underwear, rubbing them between your hands vigorously to make them warm to the touch. To have him thinking that this sexy lingerie style underwear was nestled right to your cunt.

Balling them up as you make your way out of the bathroom while the waitresses gossip over the fact that some violent ringleader was dining there tonight and that he was "dangerously hot." Hushing when they see you pass the refreshment nook before you make your way back to the table.

Thankfully his left hand with all his rings is resting on its side on the table giving you more than enough space to press the warm fabric into his palm and curling his fist around it before sitting back across from him. Giving a flirtatious smile to the large blonde who turns his hand to see what you placed into his palm. Smirking and shaking his head as he looks down at the fabric.

Unfurling it with his large hand and seeing the pair of underwear with a little spot on the crotch that makes him chuckle.

You look over your meal that's been set out, can tell he was polite enough to wait for you as the aroma of spicy smoked meat sits before you. Breathing deeply and hating to admit that you'd actually like this dish. Picking up your fork as you let him become dumbfounded over the thought that you were bare under your dress when that was far from the truth.

Bakugou leans over the very expensive meal on the small table. Grabbing at your jaw a bit tightly so he can turn your face to husk in your ear.

"Now gimme the ones you're actually wearing, Princess." He growls, pulling back to hold out his hand expectantly.

Feigning innocence you look up at him and bat your eyelashes since that worked earlier, even letting your eyes get a little glassy.

"Wh-what are you talking about Mr. Zero?" Voice soft and going softer still when you add, "Those are my underwear. I wore them just for you."

He laughs loudly in your face and his grip tightens, mouth back at your ear with a deadly tone. A mix of playful flirtation and restrained anger.

"Now Princess, 'fore I get mad."

It sends a chill down your spine and a jolt to your cunt. Breaking your facade entirely when you let sharp nails bite into his thick wrist as you yank away your face. Looking around trying to come up with an excuse that this was too much of a public place before he adds.

"We're secluded enough." Letting his fingers wave impatiently with his palm up. Your eyes widen as you see how serious he is. Unable to hide the snarl on your lips or the flash of deep seeded anger in your eyes as you obey a benefactor's command instead of tricking them into thinking they had control.

Shimmying up your little bodycon dress, hooking sharp clawed thumbs into the band of the underwear to bring it down past your thick thighs that part for just a moment exposing your pretty mound to Bakugou by accident. It makes saliva coat his tongue and his cock twitch in his expensive pants.

Quickly fixing the hem of your dress that still tries to ride up thanks to your hips and thighs, balling up the black underwear and slapping it into Bakugou's waiting palm harshly. The corner of his lip curls up as he realizes it's a thong, much better than the dummy pair you gave him moments ago.

"You're such a fuckin pervert." You cross your arms over your chest, pushing up your tits giving the ash blonde a snarling pout. Wholly forgetting about your dinner now as you look away from him, can't believe he's won this round.

"Yea? Who's fault is that? Yer the one who gave me a clean pair of underwear to make me love sick for ya so I'd cough up all my cash." He makes no move to pocket the thin pair of underwear you've just given him, making your eyes dart to look for the approaching waiter, "This work on most men Sweetheart?"

"Tsk, yes." You scoff, "Then they send me whatever I fuckin want."

Pushing away a bit, thinking of leaving from how condescending his tone is. Inspecting the first pair you've given him now that he has the actual pair you'd been wearing, looking closely at the crotch.

"Did ya use a bleach pen on these 'fore ya came in?" He laughs when he watches your face blanch, most men couldn't tell. Just thought it was real and went with it, asked for more.

The waiter starts to come back to the table with another glass of Bakugou's bourbon and your wine, trying not to crack. Shoving down the panic and letting your nails bite into your palm letting crescent moons form in your soft skin. To try not to shove his hands into his lap to save you the embarrassment because the last thing you want him to know is that he's actually getting under your skin. He looks over his shoulder to follow your gaze, feral smile on his mouth.

"Besides, who's the real pervert here, Me for enjoying a pretty woman's time," He rolls the dark fabric around in his hand, still warm from your cunt and when he gets to the crotch it's damp, sticky, "Or you, for getting off to playing some dumb ass men outta thousands."

"I'm not-"

"Not what? Wet?" He laughs, letting his thumb slide through the slick of your underwear, uncaring that the waiter is here now. Setting down the drinks and forgoing asking how the meal was quickly slipping away in hopes of not bothering Ground Zero.

"Sweetheart I bet I could run my fingers through that sticky cunt and everyone in this restaurant would hear it." Bringing his thumb up to his mouth licking at it as one would to get sauce off their fingers, his eyes flutter and suddenly your cheeks burn.

"You're insufferable." You hiss, crossing your legs now, still unable to look at him.

"Ya know, I hate liars." He tosses your fake pair of underwear, pocketing the thong you wore with one hand while the other swirls his drink, "Ya've lied three times now."

"I have not."

"Ya have. Yer age, yer whole personality, yer underwear." He lists them on his fingers and funny enough you chose to die on only one of those hills.

"I am twenty five." You hiss, grabbing at your wine and downing it in three swallows.

"But yer not." He chuckles, eyes flicker to your face, you don't have foundation on, going for a mostly natural look, and Bakugou has good eyes where most men didn't, "Ya've got crows feet sweetheart. Seems like ya've smiled a lot in your life."

Reflexivity you go to hide the corner of your eyes, they crease heavily when you really smile. Everyone who knew you, actually knew you, always made the comment of "you smile with your eyes."

"Ah come on they're barely noticeable and nothin to be ashamed about." He chuckles, pulling at your wrists so he could see your face again, "Gimme a smile."

"Fuck off." You hiss waving him away dismissively trying to regain control, "The contract Mr Zero."

He sighs, annoyed as he leans back, "We haven't finished dinner."

"I'd like to skip to dessert." A snarling hiss as you push away what was probably the best meal you could've ever had.

"Oh would you?" Deadly smirk, "I could skip to dessert iffin ya want. In my car or the bathroom, your pick Princess."

"Again you're fucking insufferable." You make motion to stand, to leave, only for his strong hand to catch your wrist and pull you into his lap making this somehow worse.

"What's wrong? Embarrassed now?" He tilts your chin to him and you squeeze your eyes shut in defiance he chuckles lowly, "Tell me yer real age and I'll stop teasing, for now."

You open your eyes to glare at him for a long, long time. No judgment in those bromine eyes as he patiently waits for your answer. You sigh, scratching roughly at his undercut with your long nails whether it was a strategic move or your fingers having a mind of their own, you weren't sure. The only thing you were sure of was that this man was trouble.

Big trouble.

Yet you answer honestly anyway.

"Twenty nine." It's soft, genuinely this time as if you might be a little embarrassed about it when you know you shouldn't. He smiles up at you, letting his thumb linger at one of the corners of your eyes before he lets his fingers trace your face down to your jaw.

"See, won't so bad to admit it was it?" Genuine gentle tone, his hand on your hip squeezing at the fat there.

Your heart races and that foreboding feeling creeps up your throat as you're slowly realizing that you are no longer the one who was hunting.

No, no, now you were being hunted.

Nails bite harshly into his nape as you stand, snarl to your lips and all he can do is chuckle at your flippant attitude.

"M leaving." Holding out your manicured hand, "Give me my underwear back."

"No, I paid for it." He growls really spurring on your temper now.

"All you men are the same. Pigs who want to keep their dicks wet." A scoff as you snarl your pretty lips.

"And I can say all women are the same. Bitches who want to keep their pockets full." He retorts forcing your sharp claws to grab onto the cheeks of what you don't realize is the most powerful man in the entire country.

Even making sure your nails bite into the skin of his cheeks, "I don't need your fucking money."

"Then why're ya here sweetheart?" He smirks up at you, grabbing onto your wrist tightly.

"Fuck you. You don't know me." Shoving his face and escaping his tight grip before you begin to stomp from the restaurant with your head held high.

"You'll be crawling back to me, princess." He calls out with a chuckle.

"I won't!" You send a snarling growl back, unable to get through the too quiet dining room to the exit of the five star place.

Hissing through your teeth with an echoing groan as the night air hits you doing little to cool your temper while you hail a cab.

Pulling up the sugar baby app on your phone going to his profile to block him but before you can a message pops up.

GZ: See ya in two months sweetheart.

You'd never blocked a mark faster in your entire life.

But the thing you don't know about him yet is that Bakugou Katsuki always kept his promises.

A/N: yay! You've gotten to the end! Thank you so much for reading! Now I have plans to make this a series however I'm not very good at long term things if I'm being honest. Lmfao but please! If you liked or loved this reblog it! I'd love to hear in my inbox or in the body of the reblog or even in your tags of your reblog what you thought of this!

sorry I’ve been on such a Dabi high lately but I almost croaked earlier at the thought of being his college gf and just being so opposite of each other!!!!!! you’re all good grades and perfect attendance, easily approachable and sweet smiles. and he’s all grumpy faced and dark clothing, makes people nervous whenever he stands outside smoking right by the doors.

who the hell would’ve thought you two would end up together? it just didn’t make a lick of sense seeing you two from the outside. but when they get a glimpse of you guys together, alone, everything just falls into place.

he’s so supportive of everything you do, no matter how dumb or nerdy he thinks it is. he keeps count of your stitches for you when you crotchet, doesn’t mind being your model for a cropped hot pink sweater you’re creating, wears the knitted beanie around campus that you made for him. he hates not having your attention but he takes some of the same classes you take so that he can help you study, quiz you when you’re not too sure of the subject, maybe even help you cheat if you want (you don’t, but he always offers).

he buys you your favorite drink at the cafes and always carries an extra laptop charger in case you forget. he helps you pick out your outfits when you’re unsure, and loves the opposite aesthetic whenever you stand hand in hand with him. he praises you when you succeed, and comforts you with your failures. he looks like a dirtbag that hangs around campus to be a creepy bum, but he’s there for you through and through <3

Gojo Satoru being so horny he fucked you in every position he can come up with until you are sore and sticky with cum☺️

a/n: 😞😞😞

cw: f! reader, implied breeding kink, manhandling, 18+

gojo coming home from work to his pretty housewife, you— he‘s had a long day and he’s so exhausted, he missed you, he‘s been thinking about you all day. you‘d be in the kitchen before walking to greet him towards the door with a soft smile.

“hi satoru baby, how was wor—”

but he immediately cuts you off, tossing his bag against the floor, bringing you into a deep and needy kiss. you were taken aback— yet returner the kiss, only before gojo lifts you up, making his way towards the bedroom.

you gasped, your legs locking around his waist as he walked— not breaking his lips from yours, he tastes so sweet, you could almost make out a taste of some sweetened drink,

you moaned once his hands trailed towards your ass, giving it a good squeeze, just loving how you were in nothing but a cute nightgown.

no panties underneath either, just how he liked.

“. . . s—satoru,” you gasped, nails digging into his back, as of now he‘s currently in mating press— fucking you deep and deep, his thick cock pounding into you aa your legs just raised up as his weight bounces against you. the bed shakes and shakes and you whimper— feeling him balls deep. “f—fuckfuckfuck.”

“baby— cumming— again,” he huffs out in short hitched breaths, before you feel his hips stutter, gojo pours another thick load into your tight squeezing cunt, gripping all around him so tight,

he moans, his eyebrows furrowing and parting together before he leans in, muffling his moans while softly biting against your neck in attempts to suppress his near whiney moans. “. . . uh—” he grunts, pumping you full of his stringy ropes of seed.

“m' so full, satoru,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. gojo smells so good, he‘s just inches deep— feeling his own cum start to trickle and ooze all out,

each time he releases a load, it‘s a lot, it’s so much to where it starts to run down your thighs— yet gojo frowns, making an attempt to fuck his hot sticky seed back into your pussy, the needy pout on his face never leaving. “y—you‘re stuffing m-my pussy, satoru,”

he whines, leaning in to kiss you again— his hips slowed once he came but he started back up again,

barely giving you a moment to prepare yourself before he’s ramming his cock deep between your folds, mouth the opening and a bit of drool leaving the sides of your mouth from the lewd way your tongue was just lolled out.

“i know— but baby, i have to,” he mutters in a shaky voice, despite his pitch being a bit deepened.

his hips just smacked against you, over and over, each load you take was like it was heftier than the last.

“couldn‘t help myself when i came home to you in this pretty nightgown— ass all out just for me,” he huffs, fucking you so deep into the bed that you had to grip onto his arms. “had to fuck you as soon as i came back home— missed my favorite pussy s‘baddddd.”

gojo goes on for hours, and hours, and hours.

just stuffing, pumping you full of his cum, over and over again— it makes his mouth water, salivate—

he just loves the way when he‘s about to give you another load, his hips always pause, and he gets quiet, putting a hand over your mouth while staring at you with a hungry gaze.

“mhm— listen to it, baby,”

he says in a quiet voice, not thrusting anymore yet he‘s filling you full again, balls buried deep to the hilt—

and you grow quiet, your moans stop before you listen to it, hearing gojo‘s cum spurt inside your cunt, it’s so much, the way your pussy squelched as it takes him with open arms— or in this case, open folds.

“you look so cute with your tummy all plump and full for me, a-angel,” he rasps, removing his hand before peppering your face with kisses. “can‘t get enough of bein' inside you— so good. pussy jus’ holdin' me h-hostage . . ”

moan after moan— load after load, you’re so full, you can’t even grasp how much he‘s given you of his seed, by this point you’ve lost count.

so many positions, your pussy was just being flooded by gojo‘s thick cum— just stuffing and stuffing you, you’re so dizzy,

just sprawled out on the bed all pretty, his fat tip kissing and kissing, french kissing even against your g-spot, lip locked it seemed and you whimpered—

his back covered with so many scratch marks by you— it‘s pretty in a way.

he can’t wait to look at it later.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 10) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!” 

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family. 

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.” 

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?” 

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?” 

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.” 

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you  — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.  

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the one Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about. 

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner. 

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.” 

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years. 

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink. 

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo and Nanami. 

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow. 

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone. 

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.” 

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.” 

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.” 

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.” 

“Still traumatized from that one time?” 

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.” 

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great. 

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…” 

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty. 

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?” 

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!” 

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!” 

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.” 

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs. 

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street. 

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.  

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your 

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights. 

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way. 

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.” 

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come. 

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow. 

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.” 

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse. 

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body. 

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!” 

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body. 

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.” 

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?” 

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.” 

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side. 

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs. 

“Will do.”He whistles. 

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point. 

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.” 

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.” 

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.” 

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?” 

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you. 

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks for the food, mama.” 

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired. 

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header art by rororogi mogera + dividers by the amazing @/cafekitsune!!

☆༉ — YUUJI ITADORI. isn’t it weird? how love never changes.

about. no matter what anyone says, yuuji itadori’s love for you is unwavering and he hopes that you’ll never see a reason to change. not for anyone, not even him. (1K)

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters are aged up to 20s and in college, weird gf and jock bf, yuuji is a jock and has obnoxious teammates, reader is an introvert and wears glasses, selfship coded i fear, fem!reader.

“itadori, don’t you think your girlfriend is a little.. weird?”

the pink haired jock blinks once, then frowns  as he tugs a fresh shirt over his head — practice with his soccer team had ran a little longer than anticipated and he didn’t feel like coming home to you, his girlfriend, in a stinky old shirt. 

yuuji’s not sure when the topic of locker room talk had switched onto him and his love life but he cares enough to bite — not about to let his teammates talk smack about his girl. “where’d you get that idea from?”

another teammate speaks up. “when she comes to your games, she wears your sweatshirts but doesn’t cheer for you at all.” 

“she’s just shy, nothing wrong with that.” yuuji counters.

“whenever we hang out at the after partie she’s always… clinging onto you… doesn’t drink with any of us.”

“i told you, she’s a little shy,”  he stands up a little straighter this time, narrowing his eyes. “and parties aren’t for everyone. she might not like them but she’s there to support me. shouldn’t that be enough?”

“but dude…” someone else speaks up. “don’t you find any of that strange? like she’s just… weird.”

yuuji can’t get home fast enough after that. he almost falls to pieces when he sees you singing and shuffling your way through the cupboards in his dorm kitchen — making yourself a snack. he loves it when you stay over and he gets to watch you like this, so calm and at ease in his space. he feels grateful to even be sharing it with you.

weird isn’t a word that yuuji itadori would use to describe his girlfriend. 

he finds you intriguing. your relationship is still new, so all of the differences between you both interest him beyond belief. each time he discovers a new habit of yours (like the way you forget to take your glasses off when you sleep) or a fact about your life before college, or finds out something obscure relating to your hobbies and interests… yuuji can’t help but to fall in love with you all over again. like an astronomer who’s searching for the secrets of the universe, the pink haired jock wants to know every interesting little detail that makes you, you. 

that’s created the very person he loves today. 

“please never change,” yuuji breathes against the back of your head once he’s home. you can’t even comprehend the speed at which he’s dropped his gym back before he’s wrapped himself around you in the same manner that a boa constrictor would. only more affectionate. “and if you do, let me change with you.” 

being this close to itadori, you can smell his baby-fresh soap and the tinge of sweat from his work out. you can feel the strength of his arms as they squeeze you close from behind — like he’ll never let you go. he makes you feel loved even when it’s not on purpose, you go your every waking moment cared for and adored by yuuji itadori. it’s always subconscious, unwavering and steady. your love is stable like that, never dampened from those outside of the two of you — that much will never change. 

“that’s a big ask, yuu.” comes your contented hum, but you don’t stop your actions — continuing to make your snack while the pink haired jock squeezes you tight. as if to become one with you. “people change all the time.” 

you hold up a hand behind you and he sucks the peanut butter from your thumb eagerly. “i know, but i don’t want what anyone else says about you or us to make you change,” he mumbles petulantly against the shell of your ear, trying to find the right words as he tucks his face into your neck. “you’re perfect to me, as you are.” 

it’s cute that he reminds you of such a trivial little thing. those big brown eyes of yuuji’s see perfection in all of your flaws. he loves you so much you wonder if how much you feel for him even compares. 

“what’s gotten into you?” you giggle, spinning in his arms to stand on the tips of your toes — pressing a soft kiss to the point at which your boyfriend’s jaw meets his neck. it’s all you can reach. “did something happen?” 

yuuji hesitates for a moment, lips pursed and honey-glazed eyes cast to the side. he would never lie to you, that’s not in his nature — but he’d never want to hurt your feelings either. “the guys…the guys on the team said some stuff about us today,” his voice trails off and his hands trail upwards, dipping underneath the jersey of his that you wear to draw circles into your waist using his rough thumbs. he figures it’s best to tell you before one of his teammates  let it slip and hurt your feelings. he would rather die then let that happen. “they… they think you’re weird and that… that we’re too different.” 

“o-oh.”

a flash of pain comes with the territory of yuuji’s honesty, but he’s quick to soothe it as though he’s running your burn under a stream of cool water. “but i like you. like…really really like you,” the words rush out while his eyes stay serious and set in stone. your boyfriend grasps both of your hands firmly before you can even think to cry or pull away.

yuuji is there and he is constant and that is never changing. not for anyone, except for you. “and i like all of the funny things about you. that you’re a little quiet, that you’re always by my side, that you leave me notes in my gym bag or share your celebrity crushes with me. i like you for you. even if you’re a little weird — then…then i am too!” 

his hands, strong and yet so soft, traverse up to your round cheeks — tilting your head up to face him. “please don’t ever change because of what people say,” yuuji repeats tenderly, his lips finding the crown of your head in a gentle kiss. he stays there, like a magnet on metal and the world stands still for a moment. remaining the same, no longer changing, so that yuuji itadori can love you as is. “the way you are right now, it’s everything to me.” 

itadori only moves when you tip your head back to get a better look at him, he looks down at you through his unfairly long lashes — brown eyed gaze latching onto yours while your hearts sync up, beating to the same drum. “i’ll never change, as long as you promise to always love me like this.”

“i’ll love you the same way that i always have. like i’m the luckiest guy in the world, yeah?” he laughs and you smile — because it’s hard to be upset when yuuji is around, and protects your love so genuinely. 

you lean up and he meets you half way — pressing a slow and lingering kiss to the swell of your lips, wrapping his arms around you once again as you away to a silent tune in his tiny dorm kitchen. 

change is inevitable of course. the two of you will grow and become different people than you are right now — but you will always find your way back to the beautiful love that you hold. 

much like a butterfly that blossoms into something beautiful too.

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