PLEASEE IM BEGGING

boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.

‘how come you don’t hug me?’

immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.

‘what?’

‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’

as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.

‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’

fuck now he’s made you feel bad.

‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’

‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’

you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.

‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’

‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’

his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.

‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.

he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.

‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.

he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.

and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.

neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.

‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’

‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’

your giggle was music to his ears.

😝

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨. The guy who walked into class once with blood stains on his sneakers. Got that hair up in spike buns. Wears nothing but heavy, oversized clothes that hide his physique. Heavy, dark makeup. Excessive bracelets and accessories. Earphones plugged in, music loud enough to make you wonder if he's trying to make himself go deaf. Is he listening to Green Day or My Chemical Romance? No okay, it was Mozart and Vivaldi. He's an off-beat freak always throwing surprises. Black nails with pink pinkies. Pale, slightly veiny hands that instantly spark your imagination. He wears an expression that's so brooding and unapproachable, but then then he opens his mouth and speaks so softly and so politely that you're taken aback.

Sitting down with him at parties leads to getting high and finding out that he has a lot on his mind. It's impossible to judge if he likes you or not; he's enigmatic. When he's got a crush on you, he just gives you shifty stares out his peripherals. Maybe he's not interested at all — oh never mind, now he's placing freaky open-mouthed kisses on your mouth. You know what he loves? Holding the side of your neck and slipping his pierced tongue into your mouth. At hazy parties, he sits on the stairs with you, caught up in an intense, highly charged make-out session.

He loves sleeping in your lap. He loves doodling on your arm, cute little mushrooms or creatures. He's always so calm that just being around him puts you in a zen state — "Hey, baby." he murmurs this so softly, his voice like ocean waves rolling under moonlight. His arm is quickly around your shoulders, and you're melting into him. It's just indescribable, this effect that Choso Kamo has on you — you could marry him. And honestly, it's funny, considering that he was once just the freaky spike bun hair guy who walked into class with blood stains on his sneakers.

kks sensei

Raw, next question

time to work! 👔

ac: _jvtll

art by @ _3aem on twt!!

bestfriend!satoru who spam comments under all your posts and makes sure to let everyone know that he’s the one who took the pic

bestfriend!satoru who doesn’t ever let your read your books. he lays his head in your lap and demands you read aloud to him.

bestfriend!satoru who’s always kissing your cheeks to say hello and bye bye. sometimes they linger a bit too long but it’s only cos he finds you so cute .

bestfriend!satoru who talks suguru’s ears off about you. every detail about your outfit, the new shade of gloss you had on today, the way your ass looked absolutely perfect in those jeans. frankly suguru is sick of him.

bestfriend!satoru who sulks as soon as he finds out you’re going on a date. he’d lie on your bed with your plushies squished in between his biceps and whine about you being too pretty for this guy.

bestfriend!satoru who waits patiently for your return and can’t help but smile at your tipsy state. clearly date didn’t go too well. he helps you undress, fingers caressing the smooth silky skin of your back as he lets your dress fall.

bestfriend!satoru who gets mad when you say you’re fine to sit in sugurus lap since there aren’t any seats left in the car. he abruptly slams the car door in sugurus face and drags you over to his side. ‘come on baby you don’t sit in anyone’s lap but mine.’ and next thing you know your snug in his lap with his bulky arms wrapped tight around your waist. ‘just to keep you safe pretty.’

bestfriend!satoru who claims ‘one kiss won’t change anything’ and then he’s pressing his plush lips to yours. his tongue making its way into your mouth as his hands pet at the small of your back. ‘course it’s fine we’re best friends’

bestfriend!satoru who towers over you and always has a spare hoodie ready for you because he knows you never wrap up warm. truthfully he adores the way you look in his clothes, his hoodie reaching mid thigh on you and still you had miles of legs left on display. he’s always saying how much he loves your legs but he doesn’t think you know to what extent. plush thighs and a round ass that he had dreamt of far too many times.

bestfriend!satoru who knows it’s sick but everytime you nap in his room he picks you up and places you in his lap. just so he can feel your soft breasts pushed against him. his hands will wander until one of them is squeezing at your ass and the other is stroking the soft skin at your thighs. ‘sorry baby you’re just so pretty when you sleep’

bestfriend!satoru who peeks at you when you’re changing in his room. baby pink underwear with a little bow dotted right at the front.

part 2 !! part 3!!

Unspoken Bond one-shot | husband!sukuna x wife!reader

Summary: Sukuna gets into a motorcycle accident and forgets who you are.

Genre: modern au, 18+, established relationship, memory-loss, fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Fic warnings: ooc, profanity, sexually suggestive language

a/n: tysm to @univocalbaby for the idea!!!!

It’s the eighth day Sukuna’s been in the hospital following his motorcycle accident. You were thankful he lived through it and only broke a leg, but he’s unfortunately suffering from short term memory loss according to the doctor. 

You haven’t been around him while he’s been awake yet. The only time he really was awake was when he briefly came to consciousness shortly after he arrived at the hospital. 

You aren’t 100% clear on what had happened because you were going through every single emotion when the doctor was telling you, but apparently he woke up confused and tried to fight everyone that was on staff that night.. which led to them sedating him.

Multiple times. 

Bless his heart, he probably deserved it given the fact that there’s been hospital security sitting outside the room 24/7 after that incident occurred. You only hoped the next time he woke up, he’d be a little calmer, more open to hearing out the nurses and doctors around him rather than trying to pummel them, again.

You’ve stayed by his side for the most part, only leaving the hospital room for an hour or two at a time to go shower or take a walk. You’ve also gone to his favorite bakery to grab his favorite donuts every morning in hopes that he’d wake up to something freshly made, although he has yet to do so. 

You’re starting to think they gave him a horse tranquilizer, and just by looking at your big brute of a husband, you completely understand.

Luckily, the staff had no problem taking the sweets off your hands at the end of each night, you’re sure it also softened them up towards him as well. 

Turns out the patient from hell on floor 27 has a sweet wife, so he can’t be that bad, right?

It’s currently 11:27 am and you decide to tidy up his room a bit. Some of the flowers that were first sent to him have begun to die, so you do away with those. You also try to clear up the counters and floor as much as you can. 

Sukuna was quite the clean freak, even though he’s never complained or gotten mad at you for random clutter around the house, you just decide to clean up because you know it’ll bring him some clarity when he eventually does wake up. 

Right when you finish, you hear a grouchy little ‘ahem’ from across the room and you can’t help but hold back laughter when you turn around to look at your husband who’s obviously been awake and watching you for quite some time now. 

You don’t know if you’re just happy to see him awake or if it’s from the way he’s glaring absolute daggers at you, unable to move because one of his leg’s in a cast and propped up in a sling that’s hanging from the ceiling. 

He clearly doesn’t remember who you are and you’re genuinely curious to see where it’ll go from here because he was a bit of an asshole when you first met him.

“You’re awake,” you offer him a smile as you walk up to him and you can tell Sukuna is trying so fucking hard to not stare at your chest, because you are a stranger to him at the moment.

“And who are you?” He huffs out, most likely offended that you didn’t notice he was awake until he made it known.

“Your wife,” you say. The moment you tell him that he actually does look at your tits, almost believing you.

“Real cute, sweetheart,” he waves you off and looks out the window. “I don’t have one.” 

“Yes, you do.” You giggle at how quick he was to dismiss your claims. It reminded you a lot of how snippy he was with you before you started dating– when he tried to convince himself and others around him that he didn’t like you even though he did.

“No, I don’t,” he sounds so sure of himself as he crosses his arms and leans back to look at you, a little smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

You can tell he’s trying to flex his muscles in front of you– funny how the car accident wiped away his memory, but not his arrogance. 

But you can’t complain too much, you married this asshole. 

You also know him well enough to know the little smirk on his face could only lead to one thing, which is just ridiculous since he had just woken up. 

“I know what you’re trying to do,” his voice was seducingly low as he began to basically undress you with his eyes. 

“Oh yeah?” You raised your brows. “What is it that I'm trying to do then?” You consider crossing your arms as well but you already know he’d continue to stare at the focal point of your low-cut shirt. 

“You’re just another volunteer trying to fuck a patient,” he sneered. You nearly choke on air because he genuinely thinks that’s what happening right now— never failing to remind you how much of an idiot he can be sometimes. “Last time I checked, that’s against HIPAA.” 

“I don’t think you’ve ever checked HIPAA at all, because that would not be the case here,” you groaned, shaking your head. 

“And now you’re calling me stupid, you are never stepping foot in this hospital again.” He promises.

“I never called you that— what are you doing Kuna?” 

He reached for the red button next to his bed and pressed it while holding eye contact with you, menacingly. “Nurse! There’s a little volunteer girl in my room that’s sexually harassing me.” 

You stood there in absolute disbelief over how quick he was to snitch on you and it made you realize just how good you had it when he did remember he was married to you. 

“You’re quite bold, you know that?” He says, smiling as he rests his head on the palm of his hand. “If you had just been a little nicer after getting caught, I would’ve given you my number. You’re actually pretty fuckin’ hot.” He concludes.

“Yeah? You probably don’t even remember it,” you spat back and you’re pretty sure he didn't, judging by the way he scoffed at you and looked back out the window. 

He’s probably trying to remember it right now, but to no avail. 

“Mr. Ryomen? Is everything okay?” A nurse hurriedly rushed into the room shortly after he tattled on you. 

“That’s her,” he points his finger at you. “Take that box away from her and get her out of here.”  

“Mr. Ryomen!” The nurses hissed at him, remembering how he brutalized one of her colleagues when he first got here. “Do not speak about your wife like that, she has been worried sick since you got here!”

You completely stopped trying to explain yourself once she came to your defense, thank god you decided to give the staff the donuts rather than just throwing them away. Sukuna also quickly realized how badly he had fucked up because not only were you his hot wife, but now you were also mad at him. 

To his surprise, you ended up staying after the doctor explained everything that’s happened to him— which might as well be a punishment in itself since you barely spoke to him after that.

And it’s awkward seeing him trying to talk to you because he knows how much of an asshole he was being and he was honestly as nervous as he was when he was on his first date with you.

He did, however, “accidentally” drop the tv remote on the ground— making you grab it for him because he was looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, ultimately breaking the ice between you two because you felt bad for ignoring him.

You didn’t hand the remote back to him though and instead scooted your chair closer to his bed so you could lean your head against it. “Do you even like the show you’re watching right now?” 

“Not really,” he shyly admits before clearing his throat. “Will you put on something I like? Please?” 

“Of course,” you giggled and the sweetness in your voice made his chest flutter. 

“What’s in the box you brought?” He nodded towards the counter in the corner of the room.

“Your favorite donuts,” you gave him a smile, remembering how he had tried to have them confiscated from you before kicking you out of the room all together. “I’ll give you one if you can actually remember what your favorite flavor is.” 

“Not fucking fair,” he nearly lunged out of the hospital bed but was stopped by the cast on his leg. “Hand over the fucking box.”

“Nope. You never even apologized for trying to kick me out.”

“Fine, I’m sorry.” He says rather boyishly and glares at you for having the audacity to smile at his suffering. 

You thought it was funny, what a sick woman you were.

You get up from your seat to grab the box in the corner of the hospital room. Before you sat back down on the chair, he had already scooted over as much as possible and patted the side of the bed so you’d sit with him instead. 

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” he murmurs to himself the moment you opened the box in front of him. 

“What? These are your favorite!” You remind him, even though he really wouldn’t know until he actually tried one. 

“Mine or yours?” He picks one up and looks at the pink, sprinkled donut with disgust. “You’re messing with me.” 

“Am not,” you rip a bite-sized piece off the donut and try to feed him, but he just stares at you– looking extremely skeptical. “C’mon just try it, I wouldn’t bring you anything you wouldn’t like.” 

He quickly gives in because he honestly can’t say no to you. 

And instead of admitting you were right and that he did like it, he instead asked you to feed him the rest because he remembered he was your husband and it was okay to ask you to do that. You were happy to do so of course, especially with him going back to his soft self. 

For a moment, he couldn’t believe how easy it was for you to just.. take care of him. 

Wiping the glaze from the side of his mouth, asking him how his stomach was feeling, rubbing his arm as he told you that he was feeling fine, you looking happy with the fact that he was feeling fine. 

He doesn’t remember much about his life right now, but there was something deep down that knew what he had with you was something he’s spent his life searching for. 

The fact that he just woke up one day to this was a shock to say at the least. 

“How long have we been married?” He felt bad for asking, but wanted to know more about you. 

“It’ll be 4 years 6 months from now. And we’ve been together for a total of 5 years.” you tell him and watch the wheels turn in his head. 

“Wait– we got married that soon?!” He was baffled as he asked you to clarify. 

“Yes we did,” you giggled at his reaction, it was how everyone else reacted. “You were the one who insisted. You got me this big rock too to make it even more convincing,” you remind him as you showed him the ring he proposed to you with. 

He took your hand and inspected the ring. He didn’t remember how much he spent on it and honestly didn’t ever want to know because it was fucking huge. 

“Your hands are soft,” he absent-mindedly mumbles to himself as he starts to rub your knuckles with his thumb. “Tell me more about us.” 

And you do, for the next 4 hours. 

30 minutes into the story telling, he got you to fully lay down with him on the hospital bed with your head on his chest, caressing your back because it honestly just felt natural for him to do so. 

And about an hour in, he’s fully comfortable with you– laughing at all the fucked up stories you had of him that a normal person really shouldn’t be laughing at. But he was anything but normal.

After the 4 hours, he starts to fucking flirt with you because that also came naturally to him. You tell him he’s disgusting and make fun of his broken leg. 

Your eyes then roll in the back of your head after he cheekily tells you that his leg was very much broken, “but this dick isn’t”. 

And his memory might be gone for now, but neither of you were worried in the slightest. The chemistry was always there. You say you’ve known each other for five years, but after just spending five hours with you, he feels as if he’s known you his whole life. 

Even if he were to never regain his memory again, you two weren’t going anywhere– your souls knew who they belonged to at the end of the day and that’s all that really mattered.

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toji hates waking up early. he especially hates when you try to get up in the morning.

“toji, i need to pee.” you earn yourself a low grunt from the man, his arms tightening around you with your face squished between his forearm and bicep. his other arm is firmly wrapped around your waist, showing no signs of letting you go.

“hold it in.”

you try wiggling out of his arms, only to be stopped when he practically rolls on top of you, his chin resting on the top of your head. “stop moving, brat,” toji mutters gruffly, moving his hand down to your stomach and splaying his fingers across it, feeling the soft skin beneath.

with a resigned sigh, you reluctantly stay still, letting him pull you back against his chest. a satisfied hum rumbles from his throat. “better.”

“seriously, toji,” you huff in response, the warmth from his body enveloping you, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

he finally concedes, his arms tightening around you for a few more seconds before he loosens his grip, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “such a pain in my ass, woman. i’ll give you a minute before i’m dragging your ass back to bed.” toji grumbles, stretching out beside you as you get up from the bed.

once you’re done, you step back into the room and crawl back into bed where toji conveniently has one arm draped across the pillows. “took you long enough,” he scoffs lightly, shifting slightly when you settle back in his embrace, face nuzzling against the crook of his neck.

despite his attitude, you know toji cares deeply, even if he pretends to be grumpy about it. you can feel one of his hands wander to the plush of your hip.

“yeah, yeah. i know.” you reply with a hint of a smile on your lips.

“good,” he murmurs, burying his face in your hair. “now stop talking and go back to sleep.”

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ꨄ Reiner Braun, your perverted roomie ۶ৎ

ᥫ᭡𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓮 𝓳𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼

Pt.2 to Perv!Reiner

A/N: Reibear is very subby in this.. I just love the thought of this large man being a cute, whimpering, pathetic, touch-starved man.

You sit up, looking over at the clock on your nightstand.

It was past midnight at this point, you had been lying in bed for quite a while now, deciding to put in your earbuds and listen to music as you scrolled through your phone after you had gotten out of the shower.

You pull the earbuds from your ears, stretching before you get up to go get something to drink from the kitchen.

As you walked down the hall, you paused, hearing the faint, repeated murmur of your name coming from your roommate's room.

When you get to Reiner's door you knock softly and when you don't get a response you decide to open his door slowly only to see his hand wrapped around the thick base of his shaft but only for a split second before he quickly tries to cover himself.

"I'm sorry!" You both say in unison as you turn your back quickly and your hand flies up to your face, covering your eyes.

"I am so sorry.. Oh my God.. I heard noise and I thought maybe you were talking in your sleep or like a nightmare or.." Suddenly, the glance of what you'd see on his bed pops back into your mind, and you drop your hand back to your side, turning to look at him.

His face is flushed, hair slightly sticking to his forehead and his lips are parted like he wants to speak, to try to explain himself, he wanted to say something, anything but what could he possibly say?

"Wait.. are those my panties?" you ask motioning to the skimpy piece of black cloth on his bed, peaking from beneath the blanket.

"Uhh.. I.. yes.." he says quietly, obviously quite embarrassed that he not only got caught but that he neglected to hide the panties he'd stolen while you were at work earlier in the day.

You walk over to his bed, and his eyes follow you nervously, his heart pounding out his chest. He expected you to just leave and act like nothing happened, to slap him.. something.

When you get to the side of his bed you hold out your hand for your panties and he slowly gives them to you, feeling guilty.

" 'm sorry.."

You hold the panties up, realizing he'd not only stolen your panties but a pair that you'd worn.. this man was going through your dirty laundry.

"So all those times I'd come home to my clothes folded on my bed that just so happened to 'get mixed' with yours in the laundry.. this is what you were doing, huh?"

He nods softly. He knows there's no point in him trying to lie now.

"What do you do with them?"

"Oh I.. I'm sorry.. I'm disgusting, I know.. I won't take them anymore.. I prom-"

"What do you do with them, Reiner?" You question again, your eyes moving from the panties that you put aside on his desk and back to him.

He hesitates, swallowing for a moment before he sighs.

"I like to smell them.. or.. sometimes I put them.. in my mouth.. or use them to.. you know."

He felt so embarrassed, disgusting, guilty. Wishing the floor would just open up and swallow him whole.

You can't help but imagine his hand, adorned by your panties wrapped around his dick, pumping away while he moaned your name. He's so flustered right now, and you have to admit, you should be disgusted, but he's so adorable..

"I'm sorry.. I won't do it anymore.. I just can't stop thinking about you.. I'm sorry.. you're all I think about.. when I wake up.. when I go to sleep.. I dream about you.. you're so pretty.. and nice and..I didn't know how to.. I just.." he rambles, wanting to say anything to defend himself before his eyes look back at your face, your expression unreadable before you speak.

"You know.. you could've just asked.." you say softly.

He literally feels like his heart is beating so fast, he'll die as he nervously watches you reach beneath your short nightgown to slip your panties down slowly. He must be dreaming.

His breath seems to catch in his throat and he watches you bring the material up for him to see.

"You.. you're not mad?" He asks, his eyes not moving from the fabric you held out.

"Guess I should be? Shouldn't I?"

"Do you want these, Rei." you say in an almost teasing, lustful voice, waving the material around like it was a treat for a dog and he swallows but he nods softly, reaching out for the material only for you to yank it away.

"Say please."

The flush across his cheeks grows darker, his heart beating faster.

"Please.. please can I have them.." he asks, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.

"Pretty please." you correct him.

His voice is laced with desperation, not even caring anymore, that he sounds and looks absolutely pathetic. The look in his hazel eyes is pleading, as if you giving him the panties would save his life, as if it was a necessity.

"Pretty please.. can I have them? I'll do anything.."

You grin in satisfaction, looking at his hand that he had held out, waiting for the panties before looking back at his face, gaze trailing from his eyes to his lips.

You lean closer, grabbing his jaw in one hand, his eyes looking up at you innocently as he slowly lowers his hand back to the bed.

"Open." You demand softly, and he parts his lips, opening his mouth, allowing you to shove the material in. The taste of you hits his tongue as you lie the part the covered your pussy just moments before, right against his tongue, making his eyebrows furrow slightly as he moans.

"Good boy.." You praise giving his cheek a soft pat.

He groans softly, the praise only arousing him further.

Your eyes trail down his body, noticing his broad shoulders, his muscular arms and chest, the prominent veins that run down his biceps to his forearms and down to the top of his large hands.

Your gaze moves further south, noticing the pronounced v-lines and the veins that run down the center of his abs all the way down to the trail of hair starting just beneath his belly button leading down beneath the blanket that rests low on his hips, covering the rest of him.

His eyes stay on your face, watching you look at his body. His mouth is watering around the panties so much that it runs out from the corner of his lips. He wonders what you'll do now, if you'll do anything at all or just leave him there looking pathetic and needy.

You reach your hand out, fingertips lightly trailing down his chest and abs seeing his body flex beneath your touch. You look back up to his face, his eyes pleading with you, silently begging you to touch him more.

You swear he looks as if he'd drop down to his knees and cry and beg at your feet to fuck you if given the prompt to do so.

"Can I?" You ask, your fingers running down his happy trail, and he nods eagerly.

When your hand slips beneath the covers, they drag along the hot, thick, veiny length. You used your other had to pull the cover back slowly, his hard dick jumps softly from the cold air, the leaking precum building at the tip.

You run your finger down and over the tip, collecting it with your finger, popping the digit into your mouth, sucking it off as you look in his eyes, and he moans. Seeing you taste him only makes his dick throb more, borderline painful as it leaks more precum.

You pull the panties from his mouth, spit stringing from his tongue and lips to the now soaked fabric.

"Please.." he says breathlessly, his body feeling like it was trembling with need.

You lean down to his face, tongue dragging flat up his chin collecting his spit that ran down from when you pulled the panties out of his mouth before you reach his lips sucking on his bottom lip softly.

He watches you move away and climb onto the bed between his legs before you lean over him, lips trailing down his chest, tongue moving out to brush against his abs in sync with your soft kisses.

His hard dick brushes along your body and his chest heaves as he takes a few deep breaths.

"Fuck.." he moans softly.

When you move down far enough, you wrap your hand around his dick, picking up the heavy length and bringing it to your lips. Your tongue comes out brushing over the sensitive head, precum smearing on your tongue as he lifts his upper body up onto his elbows so he can look down at you.

His biceps flex, and your eyes look up at him while you circle your tongue around the tip slowly.

Every touch from you feels so good, and you can see every ounce of pleasure he feels in his gaze. His hips buck up slightly, greedy for you to take him into your mouth, but his actions only make you turn and bite his thigh, his dick twitching in your hand as he hisses in pain.

"Don't do that. Be good.." you say giving the bite a soft kiss before you look back to him.

He lies back on the bed, pulling the blankets from the side to cover his blushing face as he mumbles.

"Please.. I'll be good.. I promise.."

You drag you tongue up the base of his cock, running it over his tip before letting your lips mold around his thick shaft, pushing your head down to swallow as much of him as you could.

Your actions make him let out a loud whine, shoving the blanket into his mouth to quiet himself down.

You bob your head up and down slowly, tongue dragging along the base of him as his hand squeezes the sheets tight, a string of pleasured moans coming from his mouth only to be muffled by the blanket.

After a moment you pull your mouth off with a soft pop, moving to straddle his lap, rubbing your wet pussy over his dick and he quickly pulls the blanket from his mouth, looking at you with a slightly surprised, needy expression.

You giggle, reaching down to take him in your hand, teasingly dragging the tip between your hot folds, wetting the tip with your juices.

"Mm fuck.." He moans and you lean down to his lips, your own brushing against his lightly.

"You've thought about this so many times, haven't you.. Always stealing my clothes.. moaning my name while you touch yourself.. your such a nasty boy Rei.. no respect for a woman's space." You mock him making him whimper in lust and embarrassment.

His hands come up hesitantly to your hips beneath the little cheetah print, silk nightgown, almost like he was afraid you'd push them away.

"Mmm it's okay baby.. you can touch me.. I know you want to.. you think about it all the time, don't you?"

He nods, his hands gripping your hips tightly before one of them rubs up your back, the other moving down over your ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Yes.. all the.. all the time when I jack off.. you're so pretty.. I just wanted to be close to you.."

You smile softly, kissing his lips, making him whimper.

"Please.. inside.."

He moans, hearing your pussy smack as his tip drags through your folds and brushes against your clit never once dipping inside.

You sink down just a bit, only enough for your pussy to swallow the tip before you pull back off.

"Wait.. please.. I can't.. I need." He mumbles, his hands pulling at your hips.

You sink down on him slowly, feeling his thick, heavy cock stretch your walls as you swallowed all of him.

Once you get down to the base you lean to his ear with a soft moan.

"Fuck me, Reiner." you whisper.

His arms wrap around you, pulling your body to his, and he wastes no time in thrusting his hips upward, dick slipping in and out of your already creaming hole quickly.

"Fuck.. mm fuck.. like this?" He moans out in shaky breaths every time your pussy slips up and down on him, wanting the reassurance that he was doing a good job.

"Ouu fuck.. just like that Rei.. just like that.."

Your praise makes his eyes roll back slightly, his arms tightening around you like he was afraid you'd disappear, damn near squeezing the breath out of you as his hips started to jerk upwards harshly, cock ramming into you mercilessly.

"Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.." the deep, repetitive groaning was all you could hear coming from his lips. His movements pulling the sexiest, sweetest moans from you only driving him more insane.

"Fuck.. Reiner.." you gasp out.

Your voice makes him feel like he'd cum any second.

His hands move to grab your hips again, allowing you to lift yourself up, which also allows him to be able to reach deeper inside of you.

"Ahh.. you feel so good.." he moans as you plant your hands on his chest, riding him. His eyes are heavily lidded from pleasure his hands coming up to his chest to lie on top of yours, squeezing them gently while you fuck yourself on him.

"Mm.. ride me harder.." he moans, his hands moving down to your hips as he uses them to guide you. He fucks up into you while you ride, grinding down on him harder feeling the tip rubbing against your cervix.

"Fuck.. fuck I'm gonna cum.. I.." he grunts out deeply.

You bring your fingers up to his mouth, slipping them past his lips. He looks up at you as he licks and sucks your fingers, moaning like crazy as he sloppily ruts up into you.

You pull your fingers from his mouth and lean down to his ear.

"Wanna cum in my pussy? I know you've thought about it, Rei."

His breathing hitches and he nods.

"Yes.. God yes.. I've thought.. about it so many times.." His breathing is shaky as he inches closer and closer to him orgasm.

"Your pussy is so pretty.. feels so good.. please let me cum inside.."

"Mmm then be my good boy and cum for me Rei.."

You words make him snap, his arms wrapping back around you quick and tight as he holds you close against his body.

He's jerking his hips up into you, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as he hears the lewd noise coming from his cock rubbing against your slick, tightening walls.

"Fuuck Rei.." you whine out loudly, his pace not easing up for even a second as you squirt, wetting up his pelvis and thighs.

When he feels the gush of warm liquid he moans loudly, fucking up into you aggressively as he cums, cum pouring out of your hole to run down his balls.

He uses you to milk every drop from him, his pace slowing down with each squirt of cum against your cervix, and his hold on you loosens a little bit but not enough to let you get away as you lie on top of him, both of you coming down from the high.

His hand comes up to your head, holding you to his chest as his softened cock slips from between your folds, cum immediately following.

"You're mine.." he says possessively, and you look up at him to see a look of something in his eyes, maybe love.. maybe a sick obsession..

"I'll do anything to keep you.. I won't let anyone else have you.."

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Toji Zenin as your arranged husband in the Zenin clan, would really not regard you as his wife initially, even later on he would have a hard time wrapping his head around the whole idea of it.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband would make two beds/futons on two extreme ends of your shared bedroom in the clan estate, would not even turn in your direction as he sleeps, and would slip out of the door, quietly, at the very break of dawn.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who would let you latch onto his arm at a family gathering where everyone in the clan has gathered into the large banquet hall, but only because he sees it as a formal necessity.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who would intentionally keep you away from the old geezers and Naoya, at the said gatherings because he knows how deeply condescending they are towards women, even their own kin.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who doesn’t really care about this marriage but doesn’t really care about the idea of being with another woman outside of it either. Like moss on the base of trees, he remains unmoving and unbothered in this specific field.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who is actually taken aback when you tell him he can do whatever he wants outside of this marriage as long as he keeps it under the wraps. Because this leads him to believe you’re doing something of the sort.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who is so baffled by his own envy and rage over the mere notion of his wife partaking in an act of infidelity that he has to begrudgingly retreat to a spare bedroom at the end of everyday because he cannot fathom what he’ll do if he looks at you.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who is finally forced to face you after almost two weeks due to unforeseeable circumstances and he almost retches at the bitterness scorching the back of his throat.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who finally decides to confront you so he closes the bedroom door behind him and walks forward, grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who doesn’t miss the slight widening of your eyes and the warmth of your face and the glitter of your eyes, and he hopes, hopes that despite everything, you choose him. He is willing to put this behind, to forgive and forget, because god his wife is so beautiful, he would do anything to have you love him, or atleast try to.

Toji Zenin as your arranged husband, who approaches the topic directly without any hesitation, because what is the point of beating around the bush when the truth is already there in his face.

“Have you been with other men?”

And he hates, he hates the way your eyes widen because it is a clear indication of something that he refuses to accept.

“What?”

He understands. Toji really does understand. Why would you or anyone for that matter, be willing to openly confess about something as such.

“Ya heard me.”

He doesn’t miss the way your brows furrow, and he anticipates violence and anger and everything red, with the way your mouth presses itself into a thin line and your forehead creases in thought. He is already convincing himself of a life where he has to live with the burden of knowing, yet forgiving.

“What exactly gave you the idea?”

Now this irks him. Toji wishes you would just be out with it, hell, he already knows, he’s convincing his poor heart of a future where you can still try to love him despite all this, so why would you drag this on any longer than you need to?

“You told me I could do whatever I wanted outside of this marriage.”

“And that led you to believe that I was doing the same?”

Toji frowns. He likes the way your eyes soften and the corners of your mouth quirk up, your lower lip tuck itself under your upper one, despite the fact that it all seems to be mocking, he likes it. But he is still confused so he simply frowns, and luckily for him, you seem to catch onto his reasoning real quick.

You free your hand from his hold and step closer to him, torsos touching, before you get on your tippy toes and loop your arms around his neck. Toji bends down to accommodate you in this position, it all seems to new, so soft to him that he is momentarily taken aback.

“You thought I was cheating.” You state, there’s no offence in your tone, but simple mirth that glimmers in your eyes and reaches down to your upturned mouth.

“Is that why you’ve been sleeping in a different room because you thought I was compromising this marriage?”

And Toji frowns deeper, like a kicked puppy. His arms hang stiffly by his side and he wishes he could loop them around your waist.

“Toji.” You whisper, leaning in to brush your nose against his.

Your smile disappears, his breath mingles with yours and both your and his eyes flicker down, then up.

“I haven’t. I would never.” You say.

And you hold back your tongue from admitting the fact that your offer was a half hearted, unwilling one, that the days he slept away from you, you would curl in your bed and cradle your aching heart and chest.

“Yeah?” Toji whispers back. He is breathless now. He feels like a large boulder has been lifted off his chest, so now he can finally breathe, like a man submerged underwater, he laps at the surface, gasping for air, desperate.

“I have a husband.”

And it sets off a fuse in him.

He snakes his big arms around your waist, and pulls you closer until the warmth of your bodies becomes a shared one, and then he’s leaning down, eyes half lidded and drunk on love, love that he didn’t realise he was nurturing, with intent.

But you stop him, with a hesitant hand to his chest.

“Have you?……been with other women?”

And Toji doesn’t like how small you sound all of a sudden, how your sparkly eyes look at him with hesitance, and fear, of knowing something you couldn’t stomach. He doesn’t like how you visibly shrink in his arms.

“Why would I? I have a wife.” He says with a cheeky grin before leaning down and taking your mouth into his.

Toji Zenin as your husband who sleeps with you nestled in his arms that night. And stays unmoving hours after waking up, basking in your warmth.

thinking about your friend, kento being there to comfort you when you broke up with your now ex boyfriend.

your friend, kento who always brings you as his plus one whenever his friends are hosting a party.

your friend, kento who checks up on you everyday. asking if you’ve eaten already, and if you haven’t, expect him knocking on your door holding takeouts.

your friend, kento who punched the guy that was eyeing you very wrong.

your friend, kento who makes sure that you’re always safe whenever you two get paired in missions.

your friend, kento who calls you when he can’t sleep. who’s a better company other than you, right?

your friend, kento who invites you to a dinner, making you wear something fancy.

your friend, kento who finally confessed about how he felt towards you.

your friend, kento who starts getting worried when to atmosphere started growing heavy. did he just ruin your friendship? what will happen now? were you surprised? will you ever talk to him again—

your friend, kento whose ears perk up when you finally said something.

your friend, kento who smiles when he heard you say ‘i like you, too, kento.’

your friend, kento who takes you out on dates at least 3-4 times a week.

your friend, kento whose heart almost jumps when you finally told him that you wanted to be his girlfriend.

your boyfriend, kento who loves and cherish you so much. throughout the months that you two have been together, the way he cared for you never faltered.

your boyfriend, kento who thinks of a way on how to put a ring on your finger... because, it’s only right that he makes you his, right?